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everlasting-elegy · 3 years ago

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Swapped! AU (Asmodeus, Belphegor)

What would the brothers be like in a world where they are players of Obey Me! and you’re their favourite character? Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2k

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus is a simple demon. If he sees something that looks good, he wants to incorporate it into his life and that’s exactly the case with Obey Me. The characters looked pretty, the overall aesthetic was so nice he’d love to have something like that as a pastime

But you were by far the most beautiful thing in the entire game. Nonchalantly playing in the living room, all eyes were on Asmo as he audibly gasped when you first popped up on screen. Then he’s rushing to Leviathan, furious that he never enlightened Asmo to the game

“You never cared about my games before!” “Because clearly none of them contained a (Y/N)! Such beauty and you didn’t come to me about this?!” “I… fair enough.”

He loved to play Obey Me! casually when he was waiting or had nothing to do, although after a week or two of playing, he started to see you as more than just a pretty face. The way you understood others and saw the good in them long before others could or they themselves knew it made Asmo’s heart race more than ever

Asmo defaults to taking the bold and flirty answers in game but quickly picks up on the responses you prefer and goes to those. That doesn’t stop him from audibly responding. If you have a flirty or teasing line, the brothers can hear Asmodeus’ muffled giggles and flirty responses outside his bedroom

Collects all your cards because to him, they’re all the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen. To everyone’s surprise, his all time favourite card of you is an innocent one, dressed in casual clothes as you offered a hand to the camera with an inviting smile. What he’d give to take that hand for you to pull him into a world where he’s with you

Managed to get one of your character songs blasting over the loudspeakers when he went clubbing. He loved how everyone enjoyed the beat and your voice while being none the wiser that it was from a dating game. Your music is his go to when he wants to listen to something to spice up any mundane task he’s doing

Has accumulated an entire wardrobe of clothes and fashion that reflect you in some way. Some imitate your style, others copy your colour scheme and others are just straight up wearable merchandise. He loves discreetly promoting you when he goes out on the street

Buys a lot of “trendy” merchandise. Bought fragrance, makeup palettes and jewellery themed to you and frequently wears them. He does have some more conventional merch, particularly photo cards and a pillow with your colour scheme which he goes to sleep hugging after a bad day

Although you were just pixels on the screen, he wanted to look perfect just for you. Even when playing Obey Me! alone in his room, it took some time until he played the game barefaced with his hair unstyled and clothes dishevelled. In those times, your earnest smile is all the more important to him

“Levi? What’re ya doing out of your room?” Mammon asked, staring at Leviathan awkwardly standing at the doorway.

“Going to the Obey Me convention of course!” Asmodeus responded behind Levi as he pushed past the older brother, bumping shoulders with him.

“Wha- are you going too?” Mammon asked in disbelief.

“Naturally!”

“Nuh uh, on behalf of all otakus attending I’m not having some normie invade our safe space!” Levi shouted, dashing to block Asmo from taking a step forward. “What are you? Some fake fan? Thinking you can infiltrate us? We can smell fakes from a mile away!”

“Fakes?” Asmo gasped in shock horror. “How dare you! This entire outfit has been created with beloved (Y/N) in mind.”

He offered an enthusiastic twirl and a few poses as he explained his outfit. “Naturally, I’ve incorporated (F/C) highlights for a (Y/N) themed outfit. This jacket is reminiscent of the top in their default outfit and this necklace is from their premium line of merch with only ten thousand sold. The charm on this bracelet is an exact replica of the charm (Y/N) gifts the protagonist at the end of Lesson Thirty with authentic gemstones.”

Asmo stopped his posing to put a finger on his lips in contemplation, the other brothers watching in awe. “Now… the perfume. Do I use the Exclusive (Y/N) Devildusk Elixir 2nd Edition or the Exclusive (Y/N) Spiritsunset Scent 3rd Edition?”

“All perfumes smell more or less the same,” Mammon shrugged.

“You are a disappointment to the entire modelling industry,” Asmo snapped as he stormed up to get the respective perfumes. As he returned, he sprayed each perfume on two paper samples, allowing his brothers to smell. “As you can see, Devildusk is a much stronger and muskier scent, reminiscent of (Y/N)’s hidden power and potential fury. Spiritsunset is much lighter and fragrant, just like (Y/N)’s natural goodness!”

“I think Spiritsunset…” Levi mumbled. He reluctantly took a step towards Asmo, his voice quiet. “Uh… I can see that you’re passionate enough about this. So for today… you get the normie pass. You’ll be known as a qualified otaku for today.”

Asmo stared at Levi for a moment before clapping in excitement. “Oh this will be fun! I hope all of your little otaku friends are amazed at my outfit for the day. I’ve really spent a lot of time thinking about it and how to best reflect (Y/N).”

“That game’s really changed ya, Asmo…” Mammon stated slowly, not sure if he was in awe or downright terrified.

“It hasn’t changed me at all, I merely have a muse now,” Asmodeus responded quietly as he lifted his wrist, the charm dear to his heart sparkling under the light. He smiled softly as he felt his heart warm at the sight of it. Perhaps Mammon was right.

Belphegor:

Asked to join Leviathan to play games for some brotherly bonding. Only when he joined, Levi was playing a single player game called Obey Me. If Belphie couldn’t join then why did Levi even accept the invitation?

But oddly enough, Belphie stayed, sitting behind Levi and watching his screen. He felt drowsy but he didn’t go to sleep. He complained about how the random interjections of the characters stopped him from falling asleep but then complained when Levi turned down the volume

His gaze was fixed on you, how you smiled at the screen or frowned at the other characters. Your brief voice lines were soothing to him, encouraging him to sleep but if he slept he wouldn’t be able to hear you. Decisions, decisions…

Belphie downloaded the game in the brief moments he’s still awake. He set up his account, breezed through the tutorial and intro, and then set you as his home screen. Has no idea on who the other characters are or what they’re like but he simply doesn’t care

Will not be happy if he discovers the fandom ships you with another character. For that day he’ll just be reading fluffy xReader fanfics of you until he goes to sleep where he’ll also dream of said fanfictions

Often gives Beelzebub his account to do the daily logins, jobs and burn through AP when the bar is filled but he wants to sleep. It distracts Beel from his hunger and it helps Belphie on the grind to get your cards stronger, he only requests Beel wake him up if you pop up in the story

Your name is used as his motivator and the brothers abuse it to the fullest. He couldn’t care less about getting a job or getting more than a pass in his grades but the instant the brothers mention how proud it would make you, he’s begrudgingly off to get hired or study

His favourite card of you is a slumber party theme. The rest of the characters blurred in the bright background as you sit on blankets, slumped against pillows as you look up at the camera with a content smile

Bought a hoodie, blankets and pillows to your colour scheme, as well as a large chibi plushie of you to cuddle to. He may also have a couple of figurines to keep on his side of the room

Uses your character songs to wake him up in the morning for R.A.D. and uses it as a general alarm for when tasks need to be finished. Religiously listens to your wakeup call in the game to motivate him to get out of the house

In the planetarium he’s joined stars like connect the dots to try and create a constellation under your name. He has a few, one of a majestic animal that reminds him of you, another to your sigil in the game and a few others

As much as he tries to control his dreams of you to be nothing but sweet, the inevitable nightmare pops up where against your accepting nature, you turn against him, loathing his being. He wakes up with a start and holds onto your pillow a little tighter, telling himself it’s a lie but his mind refuses to believe him

Beelzebub was stirred awake by the alarm on the other side of the room. Well, it served the purpose of an alarm but he remembered that beat and melody. It was (Y/N)’s character song, bringing him out of the haze of sleep. He audibly groaned as he turned around, the only light being Belphegor’s phone screen washing out his face.

“Belphie…? It’s not sunrise, what are you doing?”

“(Y/N)’s birthday event started ten minutes ago,” Belphie grumbled, words still slurred with sleep. He was squinting at his screen, still wrapped like a cocoon in his blankets. “I want their new ultimate card. There’s a new animation. I need the rewards from this event.”

“I… okay,” Beel said with furrowed eyebrows, turning around so his back was to the light, and drifted back to sleep.

Beel woke up with a start to the intense beats of another of (Y/N)’s character songs. He turned back around to see Belphie in the same position, almost as if he hadn’t moved for however long Beel was asleep.

“Sorry for waking you up,” Belphie said hurriedly. “I should have explained. I set alarms for all the times my AP bar fills up. I can’t waste any of it.”

“And you sleep in between the alarms?”

Belphie hummed in affirmation. “Sleep, Beel. Sorry for waking you up but if the alarms are too quiet they won’t wake me up.”

“It’s okay…” Beel excused him but he still went back to sleep confused, wondering why Belphie was so invested in a little phone game.

The third time Beel woke up, the room was naturally lit up as magic made the lamps fire up, the dim Devildom sky letting light peak in through the curtains. When he got out of bed, Blephie was still dutifully tapping on his phone.

“Belphie, we need to go to R.A.D.”

“Already called in sick.”

“And Lucifer believed you?”

“... that’s a problem for later.”

Belphie tore his eyes from (Y/N) greeting him to look up at his twin. “As long as I get good grades, my attendance shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Lucifer cares about attendance.”

“Then he can personally come here and drag me out of bed,” Belphie muttered, resuming playing the game, hearing your happy voice lines as he rubbed your hair. In response he ended up smiling to himself.

“I’ll let you know about any new content.”

“Thanks, Beel. I knew you’d understand.”

To be frank, Beel didn’t understand at all. Perhaps it was the telepathic link they shared as twins, but as Beel got ready to leave, an odd feeling gnawed at his stomach. Not the typical hunger he was very familiar with, but the stirring of butterflies. A heat was gently flushing his face and making his heart beat a little quicker. He looked back at his twin, how Belphie hid his reddened cheeks under his blanket as he watched his screen with essentially hearts in his eyes. Beel made a happy sound in his throat. Although his telepathic link didn’t help him in understanding his twin any better, Belphie looked so happy he decided not to question it.

Beelzebub, Lucifer, Satan Ver.

Leviathan, Mammon Ver.

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drunkonmilktea · 3 years ago

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Lucifer with a Femboy Mc|S/O

Originally this post was gonna include Levi, but it was really difficult so I’ll probably do him and Satan together next time.

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Lucifer: You’re Mc, right?

Mc: Yeah. . .

Lucifer: You identify as a male, right?

Mc: Yeah…

While he did have access to your files, Lucifer would still be taken aback by your feminine appearance. Was there some sort of mistake? Did you go through some transition? He’s very relieved that no mishaps occurred when you were summoned.

Lucifer ends up sputtering many compliments your way, along with some more unchaste remarks that were more hushed for anyone else to hear and acknowledge. Many weren’t supposed to escape his lips in the first place, but for some reason the demon couldn’t help it. He would probably lay it off as him wanting to make up for your awkward arrival.

The pristine, dutiful elder brother saw no problem with you and your attire in the beginning. He was and still is honestly very fond of it. You can end up putting a lot of work into your physical appearance, and depending on how varied your outfits and aesthetics are, Lucifer will commend you for how well you put yourself together.

Lucifer definitely favors you wearing lolita and ouji clothing. He’s a big fan of victorian clothing and with lolita clothing taking inspiration from it he really appreciates the sight of you wearing the attire. He particularly favors you wearing gothic, classic, guro, and wa-lolita styles. This man will be on the verge of his horniness composure when you wear ero-lolita fashion, or just anything that gives him easy access to look at your thighs and legs.

What did bother him was the fact you refused to wear the RAD uniform. You would either throw it away or use the material to make a costume uniform.

Lucifer: How many times are we gonna have to go through this?

Mc: How many times are you gonna expect me to wear those pants and that awful dress shirt?

Eventually there would be a compromise by either letting you wear a custom uniform or letting you wear the uniform for girls with a different dress shirt.

Lucifer doesn’t really enjoy gifting you meaningless gifts; if he’s gonna get you something, it’ll be something you’ll enjoy, would be able to wear, and possibly match with a theme of a formal event he wants you to accompany him for.

You both have a matching teacup sets for when he feels a picnic between you is in order, or when you’re both privately mingling with each other in his room or work station. The reason he doesn’t like to show it off publicly is because last time when you and brothers were invited to a picnic, Satan was quick to point out how Lucifer conveniently had the same set as you. Never again.

When it comes to gifts that involve accessories, he tends to have something that matches. Like a necklace that’s shares the same resemblance to the one you got for him, or two identical bracelets that you both share.

The eldest brother would not be as oblivious to his crush, as say Mammon. He may not admit until the time is correct. On dates he tends to take you to more lavish places or events. Lucifer might even gift you an outfit so he can match with yours.

This is guy not subtle at all when it comes to punishments. If he feels the need to punish you, he’ll make you clean around the house (preferably his quarters.) However he’ll make you wear some risqué maid outfit.

Lucifer: I assure you Mc, wearing this maid outfit is absolutely essential to your punishment.

Mc: Do I have to wear the—

Lucifer: Yes the lingerie undergarments too. How else are you to learn?

Often finds his eyes drawing towards you. Sometimes when staring Lucifer will lower his gaze to admire your thighs and backside. Lucifer often needs to refrain himself from touching your smooth skin, or risk peeking up your dress when you slouch. He tries to control himself because he does want to be respectful towards you. But when you two start going out he’ll stare all he wants and may give you a pinch or smack for all the time he had to wait, and to tease you.

Lucifer loves to doll you up in cute extravagant outfits. A smirk befalls upon his face when he sees you adorned in the outfit he so kindly gifted you.

Now, Lucifer is not one to get jealous. He is one of the most power demons out there; others know it would be foolish to attempt any devious actions to woo you. Especially if he’s around. But he gets a small boost to his ego when you wear something he bought. Why get jealous when there’s no one to complete with you in the first place?

When he buys clothes, the handsome demon will buy promiscuous outfits for only his eyes to see. So if you’re invited to come over to his room for a “private meeting”, expect him to dress you up.

Lucifer looking at an ero-lolita dress he wants to purchase:

Asmo: Lucifer? Ehe~, what are you doing here?

Lucifer: You never saw me here, got it?

Asmo: Only if you help pay for some of my clothing. It’s only fair.

Don’t even try getting him into anything you wear. No crop tops, no skirts, revealing or not he’s gonna refuse. Lucifer wants to keep track of his image so being seen like that would never sit well with him. He doesn’t see a problem with other people like yourself doing so, but for him, he’ll never allow someone to see him like that. At most he may put on something that’s lingerie or a maybe a crop top if you’re alone and having a “private session” together.

He’s very respectful and will not tolerate any ill-manner comments or behavior directed towards you. Not that anyone would be stupid enough to try anything when he’s around.

The man relishes in the stares of the jealous demons. He is the one who got to you first, and you were the first to capture his heart before them. People admiring you both gives him great pleasure like no other.

Lucifer and you love each other dearly. Lucifer will respect any boundaries you set and being with him will never garner many negatives. Just watch out for his more rabid fans. They’re. . .not safe to be around. Don’t worry though, he’ll protect you and make sure no harm comes your way. You are his precious pretty little human, and loves you with all his heart.

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beom1e · 4 years ago

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SOUL WATCH

everybody had the soul watch app, because everybody was curious to meet their soulmate. it was an app that told you when or how and gave you hints, but never who. and due to all the pressure, you downloaded the app too... just to find out you didn’t even have a soulmate after all.

PAIRING yang jungwon x gn! reader

THEMES soulmates au, highschool au, fluff, humour

matching jewellery was a trend among soulmates when it came to being a highschool student. those that had found theirs wanted to show it off, basically shoving it into the faces of those that were still searching. walking down the corridors was a constant reminder that you didn’t have a soulmate for yourself, as matched couples would walk hand-in-hand with shiny bracelets or be seen wearing those missing piece style necklaces.

mondays. after freeing yourself from the couple-filled hallways, you sat down at your desk and placed your books onto the table with a huff. trying to block out your classmate bragging about meeting their soulmate over the weekend, you noisily checked around in your bag for your pencil case.

then came the clicking of your teacher’s heels as she entered the classroom, and there was a rush of students finding their seats. the squeaking of chair legs and quiet chatter only made you more annoyed at the world. to say discovering you were soulmate-less a few weeks prior had put you in a permanent bad mood would be an understatement.

but everything lit up as soon as yang jungwon appeared in the doorway. he apologised for being late, cheeks flushed and hair windswept. heat rose to your own cheeks at the sight of his sorry smile.

much to your dismay, he was a few seats to the back and to the right of you. he disappeared from your sight, making you slump sadly in your seat.

‘today is international soulmate day,’ your teacher smiled, setting her powerpoint up behind her. ‘as you all may know. there are many types of soulmate links out there, but i want to know about yours. so research and write about it — its origin, its rarity — and hand it in at the end of class.’

not sure what to do, you raised your hand. ‘what if you don’t have a soulmate?’ at the sound of your voice, jungwon looked up from his notebook. he didn’t have a soulmate either.

‘everybody has a soulmate, y/n,’ she reminded you. ‘maybe you entered your details into soul watch incorrectly.’

‘i don’t have a soulmate either,’ jungwon spoke up. you turned in your seat. ‘so what do we do instead?’

‘this is the first time i’m hearing of people being soulmate-less,’ she chuckled awkwardly, slightly panicked. ‘well, you’re both part of the student board aren’t you? just head down to the main hall and help the others set up for the soulmate dance.’

the soulmate dance. just the thought of it made you roll your eyes. you’d never attended, because you didn’t show interest in finding out until those few weeks ago, but you knew how cheesy it was. it was like every other kind of dance, totally cliché and super boring. except, you got to bring your soulmate.

you packed up your things as quickly as possible. as horrible it would be having to decorate for a stupid highschool dance that you wouldn’t even attend, at least jungwon would be at your side. and he must’ve understood your suffering, especially during international soulmate week on international soulmate day that just happened to fall on a monday.

you slung your bag onto your shoulder and followed jungwon out of the door. he walked slightly ahead of you, holding open each door for you which you quietly thanked him for.

when you made it to the main hall, the bright pink colour palette made your eyes burn. ‘this is going to be a long week,’ jungwon sighed, dropping his bag and leaving you at the door. mentally agreeing, you placed your own bag down beside his.

you sort of felt bad for jungwon. it was depressing to know that you weren’t ‘destined’ for anyone, and that you’d have to find someone the old way. he seemed even less of a fan of soulmate week than you were, but he did seem really down about not having a soulmate of his own.

it was wednesday morning and you’d missed your bus. annoyed with yourself, you had to run to the nearest bus stop in hopes another bus would arrive soon. that was where you saw jungwon and his friends, all of them being upperclassmen.

trying not to be seen, you awkwardly leaned against the outside of the shelter and looked off to the side. ‘it’s not like i like them,’ jungwon argued, which earned a few laughs from the boys. ‘why would i ask them to the soulmate dance if we’re not soulmates?’

‘because you don’t want to spend saturday studying alone in your room?’ sunoo teased, ‘if they’re not matched, then you can ask them. no big deal.’

the bus pulled up in front of them. you waited for them to get on before following, avoiding eye contact and taking a seat at the back. ‘good morning, y/n,’ jake turned around to face you. ‘i didn’t know you take this bus.’

‘i don’t,’ you awkwardly replied. ‘i was late and missed my own bus.’

‘are you going to the dance on saturday?’ sunoo also joined in, smiling brightly at you.

‘oh, uh,’ you nervously fiddled with the straps of your bag. ‘no, i don’t have a soulmate.’

‘well, we were just telling little wonie here that you don’t need a soulmate to go,’ jay patted jungwon’s head, making the younger boy complain about him messing up his hair. ‘you could come with us.’

‘thank you...’ shifting uncomfortably in your seat, you looked between all of the boys who were staring eagerly at you. ‘for the offer... but i don’t want to go. it means a lot, i just don’t do school dances.’

the bus conversation was probably the most awkward thing that happened to you that day. or during lunch time, when you took a seat on a bench facing the sports field. there was jungwon once again, playing around with the same friends. you watched as jake gave up on running around and collapsed to the floor, with everyone mirroring his actions seconds later.

you’d always had a crush on jungwon. he was always so sweet and polite, with the perfect balance between humour and seriousness. you saw him as someone you could easily rely on and trust, despite never being close to him. his cheeks always had this natural blush and his laugh was addictive, and he looked so serious whenever he was concentrating. you felt your heart racing whenever he was around, but you never had the courage to confess to him.

as you got lost in your thoughts, you made eye contact with him across the field. panicked, you began packing your things away and into your bag. then you left, trying not to move too quickly so that it didn’t look suspicious.

after classes, you were called into the main hall once again. knowing today you’d have to be painting, you grabbed your change of clothes from your locker and headed into the changing rooms. coming back into the hall, you were met with jake and sunghoon covering each other in the baby pink paint.

you slipped past them and looked around for something to do. and then someone tapped on your shoulder. it was sunoo, who asked if you could help him with painting the banner. jungwon passed by you, sending you a soft smile before hurrying off towards jay. how did he seem to be everywhere?

on friday afternoon, as you were exhausted from all the decorating you’d been doing, you were so glad to be able to go home and enjoy your weekend. the whole week had been a complete disaster, and you now had a strong dislike towards the colour pink. but much to your dismay, the head of the student board asked you to attend the soulmate dance in order to keep an eye on the students. why he chose you specifically, you had no idea.

so on saturday morning, you tried your best to drag yourself out of bed. though you really didn’t want to dress up for a highschool dance, there was an outfit you had in mind. things weren’t going to change, you weren’t going to randomly get a soulmate, but you stupidly had hope things could change.

you spent most of the day considering backing out, but gave in because you didn’t want to disappoint your classmate. you arrived at the main hall an hour and a half before the event, ready to set things up.

a few students were around, moving tables to either side of the hall. a large red carpet was being rolled through the centre of the room, leading out onto the school gardens. you turned around at the sound of your name, bumping into the source. they reached for your hand, preventing you from toppling over.

a shock of electricity shot through your arm, forcing you to snatch your hand back. ‘i’m so sorry,’ the voice spoke, and much to your dismay, it was jungwon.

you felt your heart racing again, heat rising to your cheeks in an instant. ‘it’s ok,’ you reassured him. ‘it was my fault, so i’m the one that’s sorry.’

‘well,’ he smiled. ‘i guess i’ll see you around.’

honestly, you felt like an idiot. he heard loud and clear just a few days ago that you didn’t want to go to the soulmate dance, but here you were. maybe he would realise you were being forced into it, but if he didn’t, then that would be humiliating.

you shook your head to clear yourself of all the thoughts. ‘y/n,’ turning on the spot, you were met with the sight of jay coming towards you. ‘you’re looking lost. i thought you weren’t coming.’

‘change of plan,’ you simply replied. ‘i was asked to help set up some things.’

‘well, i need help carrying some things in from the truck outside,’ he offered. ‘if you’d like to help.’ nodding, you followed behind him at a distance.

the sky was clear — not a single cloud in sight — and the sun was shining brightly. the back doors of the truck were open, workers from the catering company lowering large bottles of drinks onto the ground. jay gestured towards the cluster of fruit juice bottles before grabbing one for himself.

they were heavy, but you managed. walking at jay’s side, you couldn’t think of a conversation starter to make it all a little less awkward. but thankfully, or maybe not, he spoke up first. ‘you do know that jungwon has a crush on you, right?’

the bottle fell from your grip. panicked, you reached forward to catch it again. clearly the universe was on your side in that moment, because it didn’t split.

‘uh, no,’ you forced out a laugh, feeling your entire body heat up. ‘i did not know that.’

‘he denies it,’ jay shrugged, helping you lift the heavy bottle back up from the ground. ‘but we all see the way he looks at you. after he found out you were soulmate-less too, he wanted to ask you to the dance tonight. but when you said you weren’t going, he gave up on that idea.’

what were you supposed to say to that? as you placed the bottles beside the snack table, jay pushed them under it. turning around to see jungwon on the other side of the hall, you felt yourself swallowing your words before leaving to the outside again.

but avoiding jungwon wasn’t as easy as you had hoped. he seemed to be in your line of sight at all times and in all honesty, you weren’t even sure why you were avoiding him. after all, if what jay said was true, then the feelings were mutual. still, you couldn’t shift your mind away from the shock you had felt at his touch. you thought maybe you were going crazy and had imagined it, until your phone buzzed with a notification.

leaving jay to bring in the rest of the drinks, you leaned against the exterior wall and pulled out your phone. a notification from soul watch lit up your phone, 0 days until you meet your soulmate. eyes wide, you looked around the area, hoping to see someone checking their phone in that same moment. was that even possible?

you weren’t sure what to do. search for your soulmate? or would they just come naturally to you? did this mean jay was your soulmate? it was a possibility, considering you were with him when the notification came through.

‘you coming inside?’ speak of the devil. you quickly hid you phone, putting on a fake smile and nodding. ‘people will start arriving soon.’

as soon as the hall began to fill up with people, you wished you had never came back inside. you really needed some time and space to think everything through. there was that electricity when jungwon had helped you up, but then you should’ve gotten the notification in that moment, right?

you grabbed your phone from your bag, going out into an empty corridor. sliding down the wall beside the door and pulling up the soul watch app, you searched your profile for details. but all the information it had was about your soulmate link, which happened to be a countdown. and now that the countdown was over, there were no more hints?

you were in complete disbelief, but the soulmate dance wasn’t the place to be researching this.

‘i guess you got it too,’ you looked up to see jungwon. ‘you’ve been avoiding me all day, so you must’ve.’

‘i have not been avoiding you,’ but the redness of your cheeks suggested otherwise. ‘and got what? i don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘a sudden notification that you’ve possibly met your soulmate...?’ he sat down beside you.

‘well actually,’ you could’ve laughed at how stupid you were about to sound. ‘i was avoiding you because of what jay said earlier. and i thought there was no way you could be my soulmate otherwise i would’ve received the notification after we bumped into each other.’

‘who else could possibly be your soulmate?’

‘what’s that supposed to mean?’ you turned your head to make eye contact. he quickly looked away and down at the floor, wishing he hadn’t been so bold with his last statement. jungwon was never this forward with people he wasn’t yet close to.

‘i know jay told you that i like you,’ he admitted. ‘and i’ve always known that you like me back. i just never thought to bring it up because i didn’t have a soulmate, and i thought you would have one.’

‘but you have a soulmate now,’ you reminded him, a smile lighting up your features. ‘or... however that works. do you think it has to do with us touching for the first time back then?’

‘you felt that too?!’ his eyes widened as he stared back at you. ‘i thought i was going crazy.’

‘do you want to go back inside?’ you gestured to the door into the main hall. jungwon shook his head, standing up and holding his hand out to you.

‘we could...’ he trailed off, looking behind himself at the exit. ‘or we could ditch this snooze fest and do something fun instead... like go to an arcade?’

‘sounds like a plan,’ you took his hand, letting him pull you up from the ground. he checked if the coast was clear before running towards the exit, the sound of your laughter filling the empty corridor.

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sinner-as-saint · 5 years ago

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Power Over Me - 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader AU

Run-through: CEO James Buchanan Barnes is a dom. And he’s spent the last 5 years searching for his perfect sub. Then one night, he finds you. He thinks everything will fall perfectly into place now; but he thought wrong. Turns out your unfortunate past which still haunts you to this day, and some of his enemies are well connected. Things go wrong. And your bond with your dom is tested in almost every way…

Themes throughout the series: dom/sub dynamic, smut, dirty talk, angst, fluff

Bucky let out a sigh of boredom and tiredness as he walked into the club.

He unbuttoned his suit and thanked himself for having left his tie in the car itself because he truly, desperately needed to relax after an entire week’s work. Being the CEO of his own flourishing company was nice and all, but managing all those branches and employees and partaking in all those meetings and conferences all the time were taking a toll on him.

Yet, he walked in with a little hope in his heart. A hope, which only diminished as time went on. Bucky had everything; money, power, respect. But he was incomplete. He was a dom, and his last relationship with a sub happened five long years ago. He’s had casual, normal sex countless times since but he was never satisfied. Never truly satisfied.

Bucky walked into the dimly lit BDSM club, which was owned by one of his close friends who shared the same lifestyle as him. The only difference was, all his friends had their subs, only Bucky didn’t.

The club was more or less like an elite, private strip club – only instead of strippers and dancers, there were subs who waited to be chosen by which ever dom would like to have some private time with them. Or play a scene in the playrooms. At the end of the night, there was always a line up – where doms chose who they were interested in. Bucky had been here countless of times, but no one ever caught his attention. He never felt drawn to any of the girls.

See, Bucky was a slightly more complex man. He was what one calls a soft dom. His friends, who all shared the same lifestyles, playfully teased him about it all the time. But Bucky never changed despite the jokes. He wasn’t like other doms who were into public humiliation, or hardcore scenes, or who had strict regimes and timetables for their subs to follow.

Of course, Bucky did have his fair share of rules set and ready for whenever he’d find his perfect girl but they were rules which could be bent. He believed it’d be much more enjoyable and fun that way.

The atmosphere of the club was similar to how it always is. Some doms took part in scenes with one or more than one subs in one of the many open play spaces; which Bucky was never necessarily fond of. He had attended many scenes, but he was never one to take part in it. There were equipment scattered nicely around the room. Most people were in the lounge area, on the dark red couches and chairs; subs on their doms laps, or other knelt beside their masters. Everyone was doing their own thing, playing roles in a healthy, consensual manner, knowing that this was their safe, little secret space.

And there Bucky was. Lonely even though he was surrounded by people. As he looked around, seeing the expression of content and delight on all the other doms’ faces, it did make him envy them a little.

I would treat my sub much better than they treat theirs. If I had one. His inner voice spoke up.

He walked further in, eventually joining his friends at a table. People walking around, especially the women threw curious glances at him. Some were provocative, some were less. Everyone was dressed differently; some in suits, ladies in gowns, subs in anything ranging from latex lingerie to nothing at all. It used to be overwhelming, but now it wasn’t. He was comfortable, right in his element. Just lonely.

He was in the middle of a conversation with Sam when someone, out of nowhere, caught his eye.

Wearing a short, but not too revealing, figure hugging brown dress; you stood by the stairs which led to the private playrooms upstairs. Alone, with your head hung low, fingers intertwined; you stood politely. It seemed as though you were waiting for something, or someone. Bucky watched you. Five minutes went by and no one, no man approached you.

Bucky eyed you a little more for a while. You had no collar on. Your hair was perfect, he could only imagine burying his entire face in it or wrapping it around his fist and tug on it. He could imagine how pretty you’d look on your knees. You shyly looked up for a brief moment, and Bucky’s breathed hitched in his throat at the sight of your face.

Oh my. What a lovely girl!

He tried to shift his focus back on what Sam was talking about but he couldn’t. He was bewitched. In a trance. Like he had found all the answers he ever looked for. After five long years, something sparked in him. A desire, or a need rather. A need to have you, and have you hand over your control to him. Just one look and Bucky longed, he yearned for something he hadn’t even touched, or experienced yet – you.

He got up from his table after a few minutes, and made his way to you. Your head was still hanging low, so you didn’t notice his arrival until you realized you were looking at a pair of dark shoes.

You tensed up immediately, knowing that someone stood in front of you. You wanted so bad to just lift your head up and see what he looked like, but you couldn’t. Never make eye contact unless you’re told to. You had been trained so, years ago, by your previous Master.

Bucky scanned you one more time; definitely no collar, no necklace with initials on, no bracelet – nothing. Perfect. You weren’t taken… yet.

He spoke up. “Hello beautiful, what’s your name?” he asked, softly. His voice almost made you tremble, in a good way; you weren’t trembling in fear in front of him like you did with your previous Master. But you didn’t reply, instead you shifted your gaze back and forth from his shoes to yours. You waited.

Bucky realized that you must be one of the subs who received very stern training. So he spoke up again. “You may speak, sweetheart.” He said, and expected a reply this time. He watched you intently as you parted your lips, your tongue quickly wetting them before you replied to his question.

“Y/N.” you politely said your name. Your voice sent chills throughout his body. It had been long, too long since he’s been with a sub. Bucky feared he might be rusty, but seeing how your body reacted to his presence alone, he was sure he did just fine.

He chuckled lightly, in an approving manner. “That’s a pretty name. Would you, Y/N, like to accompany me upstairs?" he asked again, referring to the private playrooms upstairs. You were quiet, processing. He was leaving the decision on you? How odd. Your previous Master never did so.

All Bucky got was silence. Part of him was disheartened immediately, thinking you would reject him. Then he remembered, “You may speak when asked a question, doll.” His tone was just a little less playful than previously. It was an insignificant change, but you caught it. Just like you did when your previous Master’s mood changed, you always caught and dreaded the change in his voice.

Calm down, this isn’t him. This isn’t him. This isn’t him.

“I wouldn’t mind that at all, Master.” You replied, somewhat monotonously. There was something about how you responded which didn’t sit too well with Bucky. Subs were usually excited and glad and looked forward to playtime, instead you seemed… afraid? He was sure he’ll figure it out by the time you were upstairs.

“Look at me.” He said, softly. You hesitantly looked up to meet a pair of pretty eyes. James Barnes? You had heard of him, even saw him at the club a few times. Oh lord was he handsome from up close! You lowered your eyes immediately, in fear. Never stare, it’s rude. You had been trained so. Bucky frowned. “I said look at me, doll.” his voice was much firm but he didn’t sound mad, not in the least.

You looked up again, and held his stare this time. You were shy, he could tell. He extended his arm for you to take. You placed the palm of your hand in his warm, larger one. “You will address me as ‘Sir’, understood angel?” his voice was calming, weirdly.

You nodded. “Yes, sir.” He smiled.

Bucky led you upstairs and into one of the private rooms. It was nice and cozy inside, dimmed lights – dimmer than downstairs, comfortable couches, lots of pillows and equipment and other toys. You were very much familiar with these rooms; you’ve been here before many times.

You hung your head low again, waiting for his instructions. He locked the door, let go of your hand, walked in and stopped in the middle of the room then turned around to face you.

“Kneel.” He said, using the same calm and collected voice from before. He wasn’t too overpowering, he was easing you into this, you could tell. You hurried and dropped to your knees on the floor right before him.

You waited. He scoffed, as if disapproving of something. You trembled, wondering what you had done wrong. You replayed the past few minutes over and over again as he moved away from you, walking over to the couch. Was he leaving? Why do you act like you’re stupid at times, huh? Your previous master’s harsh words echoed in your head. And you got all teary eyed just thinking about the man and how he handled your “stupidity.”

Bucky reached for a pillow. “Don’t you know you have to kneel on a cushion, you silly baby? Else, you’re gonna bruise your knees. We don’t want that, do we now doll?” he grabbed the soft pillow and walked back to where you knelt on the floor. Bucky didn’t think twice before squatting down and placing the pillow on the floor for you to kneel on. No dom had ever gotten on his knee for your comfort ever before, this was new to you.

But even then, he noticed you remained unmoving in your spot. He looked up to find you all teary eyed, and tensed. He reached out to touch your chin, you flinched at first – due to not so pleasant past experiences with impatient doms – but you recovered once you felt his soft, caring touch. You looked into his piercing but soft eyes, and you looked away immediately; unable to handle the intensity of it all.

When you looked down, you noticed the pillow. And you quickly scooted forward and knelt on it instead of the cold, hard wooden floor. “Sorry, sir.” Your voice trembled a little. Your hands were shaking a little, and Bucky noticed. He didn’t like it.

He grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifted your head up so you had no choice but look at him. “Who did this to you?” he asked, waiting for an answer.

Bucky could clearly see that someone must’ve taken advantage of you, or they must’ve treated you poorly. You were so tensed and scared. You understood what he meant by the question, and many memories came flooding back in. Memories of him. Your previous Master. The first master who claimed you, collared you, trained you and the only one to have done so up till now.

You looked into Bucky’s eyes and wondered what to say.

“Tell me, baby.” he urged you to talk. Baby…

You fidgeted in your spot, your heels digging into your butt cheeks. “My… master. The one, um, I was with before. He…” you trailed off, not knowing how to describe him. Was rough? Too rough? Didn’t care about boundaries, didn’t respect limits? Didn’t believe in aftercare? There was so much you could say about him but you couldn’t vocalize it all.

You didn’t have to. Bucky understood. He had seen cases like these, where one wanna-be, terrible dom messes up and scars a sub for life. Bucky was angry, not at you, but at whoever the hell it was who had taken advantage of your submission, instead of cherishing it. The idiot, whoever he was, must’ve made you think that doms were to be feared. When in reality, that wasn’t the case. That was never the case.

Oh my sweet, sweet angel… Bucky’s heart broke just looking at your broken state. You were lost, confused between what you wanted and what not, what you could do and what not. You had been fed lies about this lifestyle, and in that moment Bucky knew he could never let you go. He couldn’t leave you, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did.

Bucky didn’t let go of your chin, and you were alright with that. You let him. “Hey,” he said softly, leaning in closer to you, “it’s okay, my little pearl. There’s no need to be afraid anymore. I’m here, now. You’re here with me, don’t think about anything else.” He spoke, looking you deep in the eyes. He meant it all. “We’re here for you. For your pleasure, remember that.” he sounded so lovely and caring. “Nod if you understand.”

You nodded, wondering how could it be that you relaxed just by looking into his eyes. He was… calming. All of him was; his voice, his stance, his demeanor – he dripped of power and authority but he was also nurturing and sweet. A deadly combo. But a great one.

“Good girl.” He complimented you. You could see the stark difference between him and your previous Master. With the latter, compliments were rare, so rare. Practically non-existent. But with Bucky… he complimented you just for nodding. You felt warm and good; something you hadn’t felt in years.

You realized then that you wanted him. Bad. You needed him.

“Now tell me, sweetheart,” he spoke slowly. “What to do want?” he urged you to answer. He waited, longing to hear those words from your pretty lips.

“To please you, sir.” You answered. Warmth washed over both of you. Bucky smiled, and moved his hand from your chin to your hair. He slid his fingers into your hair gently, massaging your scalp for a few moments before standing up again.

He looked down at you, as you slowly lowered your eyes, focusing back on his shoes. “Go ahead, angel.” He gave you the green light. And you tried your hardest not to seem impatient as you unbuckled his pants and lowered it just enough to free his cock. The sight of his thick cock had your mouth watering in need, but this wasn’t about you. This was about showing him how well you could please him. And you intended on leaving a good impression.

“Open up, sweetheart.” He watched how you parted your lips and inched forward; wrapping your hands around his cock and placed your mouth on his tip; your tongue slowly circling his tip.

Bucky slid his hand into your hair and grabbed a fistful of it; tugging on it gently and slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth just a little, the rest he left it up to you, for you to take at your own pace. “Don’t rush baby, take your time. I’m right here with you.” He whispered, with his cock halfway into your mouth.

You didn’t waste any time, inch by inch, you took him in. He fit, surprisingly, into your mouth perfectly, despite his delicious size. You looked up at him, he threw his head back and exhaled loudly. He looked back down at you. “Be a good girl for me, come on.” He said, softly.

You hollowed your cheeks and bobbed your head around his tip; taking him in and out of your mouth, he hit the back of your throat each time you took him in.

You kept your eyes on his perfect face as you sucked on his cock. He closed his eyes momentarily, lips parted and gasping as he tilted his head back. He looked majestic. “Fuck…” he moaned and you quickened your pace. “That’s it, sweetheart.” He whined and looked down at you. “Oh look at you go.” He sounded breathless.

His taste invaded your senses. And you liked it. Oh you liked it. The sounds leaving his mouth fueled the fire in you. You were doing that. You were making him feel good like this.

He bucked his hips forward very gently into your mouth, and loved the sight of your spit coating his cock, and how your mouth stretched and struggled just a little to accommodate him in your mouth. You looked magnificent on your knees, taking him perfectly. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this good, and complete at the same time.

You felt all of him against your tongue and you repeated your actions again and again, hollowing your cheeks. The gasps and moans which escaped his lips made you squirm and it only added to the dampness which was forming in your underwear. And his praises… oh his praises.

“You look so pretty on your knees, angel. So pretty.” He moaned and panted and tugged harder on your hair. “Come on that’s it, show me how much of a good girl you can be for me.” His words made you tremble in the best way possible.

Yes. Yes, I’ll be your good girl. All for you. You felt it then, the connection. You wondered if he felt it too. The need to give in to him burned inside you. You wanted to surrender completely, to him, his praises, his loving words. He was so kind, so caring… so soft.

He quickened the pace at which he moved in and out of you; eager to chase his orgasm. He twitched against your tongue and you tasted some of his pre cum. Your hands toyed with his balls, and he hissed. “That’s it, my angel. Come on, take me. Take all of me.” He murmured, urging you to speed up.

Bucky gently pushed your mouth down on his cock, you struggled to breath for just a second but then you grew accustomed to it. You relaxed your throat and allowed him in deeper into your mouth. The sounds he made were glorious.

He swore under his breath as you took him out and dragged your tongue over the slit on his tip very lazily before taking him back into your mouth and suck on his cock until he felt his orgasm building nicely. He looked down at you. So perfect. So perfect it hurt, and he just wanted to take you away from here, away from everyone else’s hungry gaze and protect you with his life.

He pulled himself out of your mouth abruptly, and tugged gently onto your hair, which was wrapped around his fist. Your spit mixed with his cum coated your lips, your eyes watered just a little and he chuckled when he saw the excitement in your eyes. You gasped as he pushed two fingers past your lips. You welcomed them in and treated them the same way you had worshipped his cock merely seconds ago.

Bucky watched with his own lips parted. Fuck… his cock twitched, missing the warmth and softness of your wet mouth already. “Will you be a good girl and swallow all that I give you, doll?” he asked, chest heaving a little, he was on the edge, you could tell.

You nodded frantically, his fingers still in your mouth. “Answer me, baby. Will you?” he asked again, removing his fingers to let you talk.

“Yes sir.”

He didn’t waste any time, he pushed himself back into your mouth and let you do your thing. You welcomed his familiar taste and size.

You wrapped your arms around his thighs and sucked on his cock until he came; spilling his warm load down your throat. You focused on swallowing all that he gave you. He came with a moan and a sigh, closing his eyes and relishing the warmth of your mouth wrapped around him. You swallowed all of him, licked him clean and zipped his pants back up and buckled his belt again.

And you waited, still on your knees on the cushion before him. He smiled down at you, enchanted. I found you.

“You did so good, angel. You were perfect.” He ran a hand lazily over your hair, smoothing it down given it had gotten all messy since he tugged on it. Once he was done, he spoke again. “Stand.”

You listened, and kept your head down. “Time to go downstairs now baby, okay?” he gently caressed your cheek. You looked up, and he could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat.

“Yes, sir.”

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You two got downstairs, and he before he could say anything to you, you were pulled away from him by one of the managers of the club. Bucky could only watch as the middle aged woman dragged you away from him, chiding you for being late or something of that sort. Bucky was confused for a minute. He was initially planning on asking you if you’d like to come home with him. But before he could, you were taken away from him to God knows where. Then he realized.

Oh no. They were taking you to the line-up.

The line-up was nothing new to you. You visited the club weekly for years now, you had gone on that stage so many times to line up with all the girls who were at the club. There was not much to do once you were on stage, you just had to stand there and let the men or the couples choose whoever they liked.

You wondered if Mr. Barnes would be in the audience. Would he? No, he must have found someone else by now. Men like him wouldn’t waste time on line-ups. Regardless, the hope burned in a corner of your heart.

The line-up was important, whoever got chosen the quickest got paid the most by the club. If not, then you return home empty handed. Home… you didn’t have a home. Home is where you’re supposed to feel safe, and happy and loved. What you had close to that was a shabby apartment that you share with 2 other roommates.

As the manager tugged you rather harshly along to get you to the line-up in time, you did more thinking. Most girls when they get chosen go immediately with the one who chose them. Then they come back, usually after a couple of weeks.

Or sometimes the masters shared and exchanged amongst themselves, with consent of the sub obviously. One girl, however, stayed for longer with a dom once. 3 months. Everyone thought she would never return, that she had found her one true dom, her master. Which is what every girl here dreams of – finding the right one. To surrender to, to give up complete and utter control to. Someone to complete them. You longed for that too, silently.

Earlier, with Mr. Barnes, you had had a brush with what that feeling might be like. To feel complete. To feel joy and happiness in pleasuring your dom. In surrendering to him, letting him know it was okay for him to play with you as he pleased.

Oh Mr. Barnes… you were so lost in thoughts of him that you didn’t realize you weren’t walking anymore. The manager wasn’t tugging on your arm. She stood still, speaking to someone on her phone. You were right there, so you eavesdropped.

“Who did?” she spoke through the phone. “What’s the name?” she paused. Then her eyes widened, “Oh.” And she seemed like she was trying very hard not to look your way.

What?

“Did he really?” she spoke again, and paused. “Damn. Tell him I’ll be right there. Yes, I’m bringing her along.” She ended the call rapidly.

Her? Were they talking about you?

She turned to you. “Change of plans, no need for you to get to the line-up.” She said, dragging you to the opposite side of the stage where the line-up is usually held up.

“What? Why?” you thought of everything all at once. What is happening?

The manager turned to look at you briefly, and you saw something resembling envy in her eyes. Envy? Really?

“Because someone already wants you.” Her words echoed in your head.

Someone…wants you…

Could it be… could it be Mr. Barnes? Oh…

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donutloverxo · 5 years ago

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Want you back

Note - this is for @holylulusworlds 10k follower challenge! My trope was hurt/comfort Congrats I hope you like it😘

Beautiful mood board by my girl @ballyhoobarnes

Summary - You want Steve to be more than just your sugar daddy. He breaks your heart. Will he be able to make it upto?

Themes - CEO au, sugar daddy/baby relationship, implied age gap, smut, unprotect sex, loss of virginity, daddy kink

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - almost 4k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You squealed as you grabbed the deep red box from Steve’s hand, the words ‘cartier' written on it in golden cursive. You could see Steve watching in amazement from the corner of your eye. You gasped as you opened it, the prettiest and shiniest diamonds you had ever seen. “For me?” You looked at him with hopeful eyes. If he said no it would break your heart.

“Who else would it be for?” He chuckled and you gave him a smile embarrassed at your own silly thoughts. “Let me” He said pulling you by your hips to place you on his lap, taking the necklace out of the box and clasping it around your neck.

Such an act shouldn’t feel so intimate, but it really did. Steve was the most generous man you had ever met. He met you in a very difficult time in your life. Paying off your student loans, buying you a new very comfortable apartment, and so many gifts all the while never expecting anything in return.

All he wanted was quality time with you and complete honestly. He reserved a lot of disdain for dishonest people. Which is why maybe he liked having you around. You were the most honest person you knew, always wearing your heart on your sleeve, never having a filter. You understood now what Steve meant when he said ‘you're a breathe of fresh air' having met his friends. You didn’t know who to trust, all those parties seemed so glitzy on the surface but you did feel a certain darkness lingering underneath on some level.

You looked down at your new diamond necklace. Since your little arrangement with Steve started, over six months ago now, this would be the tenth diamond necklace he gave you, among a few diamond pendants and bracelets. “It’s so pretty” you said in awe of it to which he replied “It looks pretty because it’s on you doll”

“You didn’t have to daddy” You shifted on his lap to get comfortable putting your arms around his neck to look into his cerulean blue eyes, the prettiest eyes in the whole wide world.

“I just felt like spoiling my princess. It’s been a while since I got you anything. Jarvis told me you haven’t used the platinum card in weeks” He quirked a brow at you.

Well you hadn’t. You weren’t surprised Steve’s secretary Jarvis noticed. He always delivered messages, gifts to you whenever Steve wasn’t available. You started a part time job at a library just so you wouldn’t have to use it. “I’ve been thinking a lot” You murmur looking down at your lap to avoid his intense gaze. If you did look at his face you wouldn’t be able to articulate your thoughts “and I don’t want your money daddy. I just want you. I don’t want you to feel like that’s all I’m looking for”

“Hey look at me” He said propping your chin up to make you look at his face. He looked so worried you wanted to kiss away his frown. “I have a lot of money. What I do with it is up to me. And I want to take care of my princess. I don’t feel like you take advantage of me. In fact you do a lot more for me than I for you” He placed a couple of soft kisses on your knuckles while maintaining eye contact with you.

You scoffed at that. You didn’t really do anything for Steve. Not in the way women did for men. When Steve asked to be your sugar daddy, you were more than nervous. How would someone as inexperienced as you please a man like him? But until now you had only had few heavy make out sessions. Steve would feel your breasts through your shirt, and you were sure you felt his hard on that one time, but other than that you hadn’t really done anything together. “I want – “ you trailed off. What if you did tell him how you felt, that you loved him more than the word love can say it, and he rejects you, breaks your heart. You could probably take rejection from anyone else, but if it came from Steve you’d never recover.

“What is it?” He probed.

“I want you. All of you. Why can’t – I don’t know how to say this” You shook your head trying think of the best words. “Why can’t we be boyfriend and girlfriend like most people are? I –“ you paused as he stared at you intently “I love you. I know I’m not the best girl out there but I try my best” You inwardly cringed at your pathetic-ness. Not really the best way to ask to be someone’s girlfriend.

He took a deep breathe “I was afraid of this. I don’t do that doll. If I wanted a girlfriend I would have one. I don’t have space for that.”

You felt as if he stabbed you in your heart. You quickly got up, abandoning the comfort of his lap. You took the necklace off putting it on the abandoned open box. “I want more. I can’t ignore my feelings. I can live without diamonds or bags but I can’t live without –“ you choked a sob. “I think I’ll go home now”

You collected your chanel bag, which he gave you, you grimaced as you looked at it, when he got it for you were over the moon but now it just gives you pain, just like every gift he got for you would. You put on your shoes somewhat leisurely expecting him to get up try to talk you out of leaving, compromise, something! But he just sat there staring at the necklace you rejected. “Goodbye” you said and left.

You had never been to a ball. Any party you ever attended were frat parties that were well trashy for the lack of a better word. You were so amazed at the tall champagne flutes passing through, the exotic hors doers, people dressed in the most lavish gowns and suits. Everything was so pretty you knew you didn’t fit in here.

But Steve was so considerate with you. His hand never left your side the whole night. He kept you close to him, including you in any conversation he had with others. It was that kindness that you fell in love with.

But then she approached you both. She looked really talk in her sleek stilletos, her sharp cheek bones were complimented by her short brown curls. You felt a tinge of jealousy when she hugged Steve kissing his cheek as if she had known him forever. “This is Margaret” He introduced her.

You were later told that she was Steve’s ex girlfriend.

She had a posh British accent. With her classic black dress, she looked like she belonged here. You hurt yourself by thinking about how Steve and her looked so good together. They looked like they were meant to be standing next to one another. You had to try really hard to hold back tears when she touched Steve’s bicep, laughing at something he said.

You had been ‘together' for over two months at that point. You knew Steve was gorgeous. You didn’t however realise how much other women noticed his that. That night you felt as if everyone had their eyes on him. If you left for even a second to use the ladies room, Steve would be surrounded by women, all so gorgeous they looked other worldly.

You asked to spend the night at his home. He had turned his queen suite into a room for you. Complete with baby pink walls, silk sheets and the softest of stuffies. He told you he would be happy to have you. After kissing you goodbye Steve went back to his room.

You had other plans. You knocked on his door, entering without his permission. You almost considered leaving when you looked at the sight in front of you. He was only sporting his grey sweats. The dim yellow light from the lamp made his skin and hair look golden as if he was a god. He certainly looked like he was carved out by gods. His muscles so taut and his shoulders so broad. He looked like he was photo shopped.

You whimpered when you got a good look at his abs as he sat up straight. You were wearing your satin pale blue nightie, adorned with white lace on the edges. Something you bought when you were out shopping with him. You knew you didn’t look nearly as good as the women at the party.

“You can’t sleep princess?” He asked sitting back against the headboard.

“Hm” You hummed remembering your diabolical plan “I just felt so alone. Can I sleep with you?” You fluttered your lashes at him.

“Of course” He gave you a small smile shifting to his side to make room for you. You quickly skipped over to him and got under the covers with him. Nestling against his chest you nuzzled his neck. “Is everything alright with you?” He asked propping your chin up to look at him.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” You draped a leg over his hip and started grinding against his thigh. You didn’t know much about seducing but you could only hope you were doing it right.

“Well you were quiet the whole ride home.” He pressed his palm against your hip, firmly but also gently at the same time, to stop your grinding. “What’s going on?”

“I just really really want to make you feel good.” You tried your best to sound classy and sultry at the same time, just like Peggy did.

You didn’t want him to find out just how amazing he was, and how he could do better than you. He was nice to her. Was he too nice? Did he still have feelings for her? Why did you find out from someone else that they were together. You needed to give him everything.

He didn’t try to stop when you rubbed him through his sweats. Gulping down your anxiety you looked up to see him staring at you curiously. He quickly sat back up and leaned against his pillows as you took his cock out of his briefs and sweats. He looked big. Much bigger than normal men probably. How were you supposed to take him?

You tried to recall whatever you had seen in porn or had heard from friends and stroked his length. He seemed to like it since he moaned grabbing a handful of your breast and squeezing it. You stared in awe as the creamy gooey liquid seeped out of his tip. You leaned down taking him in your mouth and going as far as you could until he hit the back of your throat. You moaned around him and swallowed your spit so you wouldn’t make too much of a mess. You were about to bob your up and down as one is supposed to do when giving a blow job but he abruptly pulled you off of him by grabbing the back of your head.

He brought you close to him and crashed his lips onto yours in a kiss which was all teeth and carnal need.

He flipped you over so you were under him and worked on taking off your panties. “I think I should tell you...” You trailed off not being able to concentrate with his lips on your neck. “I’ve never.. done this before.” You whimpered as he sucked a bruise into the crook of your neck.

He immediately stopped looking down at you. “What?” He asked and you felt ashamed and guilty that you ruined the moment. “What did you say?”

“I’ve never-” You curled in on yourself so you were as small as your voice was “I’ve never done this before you know.” You sniffles tears trailing down your cheeks.

“Hey” He shushed you. Collecting you in his arms and rocking you back and forth. You cried into him for a while. His steady heartbeat lulled you and calmed you. “We don’t have to do that any time soon. Your first time should be special. With someone you love.”

Maybe he said those words to comfort you. But he had no idea just how they broke your heart. He never saw you as anyone he could have a serious future with. You weren’t a serious put together girl. Sure he may say he prefers your innocence over the cunning and self absorbed people in his world. But he was one of them.

“Is it because I’m not her.” You spat but you weren’t brave enough to look at him.

“Who are you talking about?” He spoke into your hair.

“Margaret or Peggy. Whatever you call her.” You mumbled afraid that you had let your true feelings be known.

“Is that what this is about?” He shook his head and when you didn’t look at him he sternly called out your name which made you whip your head up. “There’s nothing between me and Peggy. We had our time but it’s over now.” He tried reassuring you.

Even if your arrangement was supposed to be purely financial you were more or less unofficially exclusive. “Then why did I have to find out from Natasha that you were both engaged?” You pouted wiping your nose with the back with the back of your finger.

“I only asked her to marry me because I thought that was how it was supposed to be. That’s what everyone had told us since we were kids. That we were to grow up and get married. But then I realized that I didn’t love her like that. Neither did she. We’re just friends now. I promise.” He kissed your forehead.

You were hurt from being rejected by the only man you ever tried to seduce. He cuddled you and coddled you. Reassuring you again and again that you’re perfect. There’s nothing wrong with you.

Just not perfect enough to actually be his apparently.

Days turned into weeks. You were just drifting through the motions. Steve insisted that you keep your apartment.

‘I gave it to you. It’s yours.’ He said.

And really beggars can’t be choosers. Before being his sugar baby, you cringed at that label now, you were just an intern in his company. But you didn’t last in that harsh environment for even a month. After that you didn’t really need to get another job since he promised to take care of you in exchange for your company.

You had no idea your company was worth that much.

You always had a crush on him. He was this stylish, smart, kind yet distant older man who was your dream guy of sorts. As in you could dream about him, but you can’t actually have him.

Of course you said yes to his proposal. And were more than happy to accompany him to exotic places in first class and private jets for over six months. To wear breath taking dresses which cost more than your tuition. To cuddle with him and make out with him. It didn’t really go far than that.

Yet it wasn’t hard to trick yourself into thinking that it was more. That you could convince him to want more with you. What a dumbass you were.

You applied to at least ten jobs, although you didn’t hear back from a single one. You were determined to get back on your feet and get yourself a new apartment. You’ll have to move back to queens or even New Jersey. There was no way you could afford a home in Manhattan. But you didn’t want Steve to get the idea that he’s any less cruel to you just because he let’s you stay in the condo he brought you.

For now you were happy wallowing in your sadness. Eating tubs of Ben and Jerry’s and watching the notebook. Thinking about how love is a lie fed to people since childhood so they don’t realise just how meaningless life is.

You were half sleep when you jerked awake to your intercom harshly buzzing. Grumbling you walked over to your door and pressed the button “Who is it?” You asked your irritation evident in your tone.

“It’s me.” Said the voice that was all too familiar to you. “Let me in please?” He requested desperately.

You let out a sigh pressing the little buzzer to let him in. As much as you loathed you, you loved him even more. It had been over a month, you were longing to see his voice, to talk to him, to smell him, to even just be around him.

You opened the door and let him into your, or his, home. You tried your best to not let him see just how happy you were that he’s in front of you. Instead you filled your eyes and drawled your voice feigning annoyance. “What do you want?”

“I want you back” He stated stalking towards you. “Please. I made a mistake” You had never seen him beg. This was so uncharacteristic of him. And you were going to thoroughly revel in it. You held his gaze, done being a coward.

“No” You simply said. “It’s too little too late”

“Don’t say that” He bent down invading your personal space. “It’s never too late. I – I love you” your jaw dropped as he stammered over the words leaving you shocked. “I’ve loved you for so long. I thought that I could pretend that I didn’t”

“Why?” You wanted to know.

“Because I’ve lost everyone I ever loved. I can’t lose you.” He kissed your knuckles.

“You already have.” But your body betrayed you as you leaned into his touch. You could already feel your resolve crumbling. “I don’t believe you.” You snatched your hands out of his hold. “You’ll change your mind tomorrow.”

“No no I won’t. I swear.” He scrambled to hold your hands again but you moved them out of his reach. It was almost satisfying to have the upper hand. To have him be the vulnerable one. “I’ll show you how serious I am.” He said removing a little red box from his pocket.

“Is that...”

“Yeah” He gave you a small smile. “This isn’t a spur of the moment thing. I’ve thought about this.” He said kneeling in front of you. He opened the box to reveal a solitaire diamond ring adorned by little diamonds on the band. It was simple enough to be classy but flashy enough to be special. “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. You’ve always held my heart y/n. Will you marry me?” He asked. His voice slightly shaky.

You didn’t need to think about it. You forgave him as soon as you heard his voice. “Yes” You whimpered. You didn’t even know that you had started crying. He stood up on his feet and slid the ring on your ring finger.

You smiled as he kissed you. After so long. It was just a month but it felt like a thousand years. It was as if he was parched and so needy for you. His hands wandering all over your body. He swooped you up in his arms and carried you over to your bedroom. He made quick work of taking off his sweater his jeans and his underwear.

He pulled your long sleep shirt over your head. You tried to hide your breasts from him. Having never been naked in front of anyone you were shy and felt so exposed. “You’re going to be my wife now.” He purred removing your hands and taking you in. He was awestruck. “You’re so beautiful.” He stated mater of factly.

He trailed kisses down your body. Settling between your legs he stared at your heat. You couldn’t tell if he was unsatisfied or not. You gasped as you felt his hot tongue against your warm folds. You squirmed and thrashed. It was so different from when you played with yourself. So much more intense. You whimpered punching the mattress when he pulled away, you instantly missed his mouth. You gasped as you felt his fingers invade your warmth.

He moved up looming over you pushing his fingers in and out of you. “I want to watch you fall apart” He said. His voice laced with lust.

You came all over them screaming as he captured your lips into a bruising kiss. Swallowing your moans and cries.

You were still coming down from your high when he pushed his tip inside you. You gasped. “Shh it’s okay” He cooed kissing your hair “It’ll be okay. Daddy always care of you. You know that right.” He whispered kissing your tears away “I’ll never hurt you again.” He let out a muffled grunt as he completely sheathed himself into you.

He let you get accustomed to his length for a minute before moving. Thrusting leisurely into you. You closed your eyes, holding onto your shoulders. Giving out little hums and mewls, only focusing on the weight of his cock in you, his tip hitting your cervix, and how he brushed against your pussy every time he slid out halfway, only to slid back in again.

“You’re so tight shit.” He cursed against your lips. “I can’t believe. I. Get. to. have. you. forever.” He grunted each word punctuated with a snap of his hips.

He snaked a hand between your bodies and stroked your clit before ruthlessly rolling it in his fingers. It was already so overworked and sensitive. You came clenching around his cock in no time.

Your orgasm set him off. He quickly pulled out, jerking himself off over your stomach you watched through hooded eyes as spurts of his cum painted your stomach. He slumped next to you. His face and neck flushed. “Have to be careful. I’ll use a rubber next time. I’m not ready to share you with anyone just yet” he muttered wiping his shiny forehead with the back of his hand.

He draped his arm across your stomach nuzzling your neck as you stared at your new rock. “You like it?” He asked kissing your throat.

“I love it. I can’t wait to tell my mom” You replied pecking his forehead. “We have to set a date. When do you want it to be? The theme? So many things.”

He hushed you “You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll just hire a wedding planner.”

“What about your father? What if he doesn’t approve of me?” You worried.

“I don’t give two shits about his opinion.” He grumbled.

And you couldn’t help but giggle at that. It was rare to hear him curse. You couldn’t wait to plan your wedding and your life together.

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captainsophiestark · 4 years ago

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Mental Block

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

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Day Fifteen of Fictober!

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Fictober Prompt: “Not interested, thank you.”

Summary: Y/N is a SHIELD agent with inhuman mental powers, in New Orleans for a well-earned vacation after managing to survive all their training. A nice day in the city turns into an adventure when a strange man with a British accent crashes their vacation.

Word Count: 1,801

Category: Fluff? I don’t know...

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I fought the urge to hum as I strolled down the streets of New Orleans, taking in the sights of the French Quarter. It was the first real vacation that I'd been on since SHIELD found me and took me in for training, and I intended to get every single moment of enjoyment out of it that I could.

I strolled through the city all morning, then popped into a little restaurant and bar off the street when I got hungry. It felt incredible to be so free, and to just make decisions on a whim without any kind of planning or input from my trainers or bosses.

I was going to do whatever the hell I wanted while I was here.

I went back to wandering the city after lunch, stopping to peek into stores that looked interesting. I found a lot of stores themed around witchcraft, and I had a ton of fun poking around in there. Finally, I found an album store, and I was in heaven.

"Oh my gosh, I'm gonna spend the rest of the day here," I muttered, flipping through the vinyls carefully, one by one.

I heard the bell over the door jingle, but I didn't bother paying attention to whoever came in. I had much more interesting, important things going on with the wall of vinyls in front of me.

"Joe. I need something from you."

I tuned out of the conversation behind me, focusing instead on the music in front of me. Whoever came in had a British accent, but not even that was enough to rip me away from all the records.

I'd just found one of my favorite albums of all time in the middle of the stack when someone had the audacity to interrupt me. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned around to see who it was, only to come face to face with the attractive guy who must've walked in earlier.

"Hello love," he said, giving me a roguish smile.

"Hello..."

"I need you to do something for me." Before I could respond, he met my eyes with and intense stare and clapped a hand on my shoulder. He shoved a wooden stake at me with his other hand, and I was so surprised I took it without questioning. "You are going to take this stake and drive it through the heart of the next person to walk through that door."

"Uh... no?"

I shifted a step back, keeping the stake in my hands. If SHIELD training had taught me anything, it was to keep the weapons out of the hands of apparently crazy people.

The guy furrowed his eyebrows at me, looking confused by the idea that I wouldn't want to stab somebody for him. He glanced down at my hands, and I got ready to go into full-SHIELD mode, but then faster than I could blink he ripped the bracelet off my arm and held it up to look at.

Years of SHIELD training meant I had incredible reflexes, and mental powers usually meant I was doubly fast. But I hadn't even seen this guy move.

"What's in this?" he mused turning my bracelet over in his hands and holding it up to the light. "I bet I can guess..."

Like lightning, he chucked it across the room and away from both of us. I tightened my grip on the stake and did a quick scan of the area to get an idea of my options if things escalated to a fight. I didn't want to hurt any of these beautiful records if I didn't have to, but they did give me plenty of options for an improvised weapon.

"Let's try this again," the guy said, stepping forward and looking deep into my eyes again. I looked right back. I wanted him to know that I wasn't scared of him, and whatever he was doing. I wanted him to know that if he pushed too hard he was in for the fight of his life. "You are going to drive that stake through the heart of the next person to walk through that door."

"Not interested, thank you," I said, matching the intensity of his stare. He looked incredibly confused now, and he quickly looked me up and down before meeting my eyes again.

"Who are you?"

He was looking at me with interest now, most of the aggression I'd seen earlier gone from his face. I tried to size him up, but I couldn't get any kind of read off of him. I'd been hoping for a break from everything to do with SHIELD, including my powers, but I really should've known that wasn't possible.

I focused in on the guy in front of me, blocking out everything else around us. I stared into his eyes and pushed forward, using my mind to get to his, but I stopped short when I was blocked for the first time in my entire life. Like hitting a brick wall, I was completely stopped from getting in his head.

"Who are you?" I asked, looking at him incredulously as I gave up on my mindreading. Superheroes, gods, monsters, and Maria Hill, and none of them had ever been able to stop me from getting in their heads eventually. Not even Nick Fury had a brick wall in his mind like the one I'd just come up against.

"I asked first," the guy asked, a twinkle in his dark blue eyes. He had a slight smile on his face, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't attractive. I had way more important things to focus on than that though, so I quickly knocked the thought out of my head.

"Y/N Y/L/N, Agent of SHIELD," I said confidently, squaring my shoulders. "Now tell me who you are, or I'm going to have to put you under arrest."

The guy raised an eyebrow, looking amused at the idea of being arrested by SHIELD.

"The name's Klaus Mikaelson. And I'd love to see you try." I furrowed my eyebrows at his strange answer, but he kept talking before I could question it. "So, based on what I know of SHIELD, I'm assuming you have some kind of mind powers?"

I didn't know how to respond to that, since I wasn't supposed to go around telling people, but my awkward silence was enough for him to realize he'd guessed right.

"Very interesting..." he mused, looking at me with a small smile on his face.

"How do you know that?" I asked, clutching the stake a little tighter in my hands. "Who the hell are you? And I mean more information than just your name."

"Nice try love, but SHIELD's not the kind of organization I want digging around in my business. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have something I need to take care of."

He reached out for the stake, clearly expecting me to hand it over, but I took a step back to keep it out of his hands.

"You must be crazy if you think I'm just gonna pass you a weapon, especially when I know you want to use it on somebody."

Klaus rolled his eyes like he couldn't think of a more boring conversation to have. "Normally I'd have a little more fun with this, but the person I'm waiting for is going to come through that door any minute, so I'm going to need you to hand over that stake now."

"No way in hell! I-"

I was cut off mid-sentence as a few things happened at once. First, the door pushed open and jingled the bell over the door. I didn't have time to glance over and see who it was before Klaus snarled at me, his face contorting into a horrible image with black veins under his dark, yellow eyes. Worst of all were long fangs hanging out of his mouth, completing his transition into something clearly not human.

I was so shocked I couldn't hold onto the stake as Klaus ripped it out of my hand and shot across the room with super-human speed. When my brain finally caught up to what was happening, I looked towards the door to see Klaus holding someone else, easing the guy to the ground as gray veins crept up his face. I walked over, ready to defend myself if I needed to, and found the guy completely dead by the time I reached him.

"How... what...?" I shook my head, unable to completely finish the question. In all my time at SHIELD, and after all the training I'd received, they never told me about anything like whatever Klaus was.

"Don't tell me they didn't teach you about me in your spy school?" he asked, a teasing tone to his voice. I was still too shocked to respond, and he used the pause to lean over and retrieve the stake. He tucked it back into his pocket, then took a step around the body and towards the door before turning back to me.

I was still staring at him, unable to pull my eyes away. The shock was starting to fade, quickly being replaced by curiosity as I stared back at the man before me. His eyes were back to their shocking blue color, but it felt different now that I knew the color they could look.

Klaus held my gaze for a few beats, then slowly, he extended a hand.

"I don't know about you, but after all that excitement, I'm quite thirsty. Care to grab a drink with me?" I hesitated, my mind running through the mental list of trainers and higher-ups at SHIELD that would kill me for saying yes. "I'll tell you more about who I am if you'll do the same."

And just like that, my resolve crumbled. Curiosity and the promise of answers beat out any echoes of my teachers in my head, and the flirty look in Klaus' eyes only helped get me out the door. I took his hand with a smile and he led the way down the street, away from the record shop and back down the streets of New Orleans.

My first vacation from SHIELD was already turning out to be a doozy. I'd promised myself I'd do whatever I wanted for this break, and I was certainly keeping that promise.

I couldn't wait to see where the adventure took me next.

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jawabear · 4 years ago

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Believable (Din Djarin x Reader)

Not My GIF

A/N: wow, two fics in one day? The Christmas spirit is surly getting to me. Although, this one isn’t Christmas themed. I suppose this counts as a Sex Pollen fic? As you can tell, this is my first attempt at writing one so it probably sucks. But I hope you enjoy the Mando smut anyway. There kind of is no development to this story, but I kind of want to make a second part to develop it more, because I got a few ideas whilst writing it but I didn’t want this story to be too long. I don’t know, we’ll see. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, smut, sex pollen (I guess), oral (fem receiving), roughness, fingering, all that jazz, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning

Summary: Sacrifices have to be made in order to complete a mission.

“If you know where he is, why can’t we just go in there and get him?” Mando asked, slight impatience in his voice, but the trip from Navarro to where they were was a long and tedious one. Even though the two hunters would consider each other friends, they still needed time away from each other which was slightly impossible when you are confined in his ship.

“That’s not how things work here” she told him with the shake of her head “that won’t go the way you want it too. Trust me on this one”

“You’ve been here before?” He asked her.

“I never said that” she mumbled under her breath.

It wasn’t much longer before they came to an open tall gate with thick metal bars coloured bronze. A stone wall of what looked to be some sort of pure white marble seemed to run around the expanse of what the Mandalorian guess to be the town, in which (Y/N) had said they would find their shared bounty.

Mando was about to walk into the town when (Y/N) took a tight hold of his arm holding his back. He turned to looked her and she released his arm “when we go in there,” she began in a serious tone “you do not speak to anyone. You do not look at anyone. You stay with me and you do as I say. Do you understand? You don’t want to cause trouble here, I can assure you it will be something you have never faced in your life. Trouble here can not be solved but simply shooting a blaster”

Mando thought for a moment. Of course he wasn’t going to go against her words, he had always listened to her, perhaps out of fear or admiration. He gave he a slow nod and watched in pure confusion as she ran her hands through her hair, removing it from its styled state and making it look messy and brushing it over to the side so that it slightly covered her left eye. She then rolled up her sleeves to her elbows and threaded her fingers through his, startling him slightly.

“Do you want him or not?” She asked him. He nodded and let out a quiet sigh before letting her lead him through the street.

He was used to being looked at, it wasn’t all that often that people would see a Mandalorian roaming through their towns and villages, he didn’t mind the staring because he never took that much notice of it. But the staring here was different. Usually people would look upon him in either curiosity, hate, anger or fear, sometimes happiness or relief but those were very rare. But there’s stares were that of lust, hunger and want. Every pair of eyes the landed on him looked as if they wanted to strip him clean of all his armour and clothing and just have their way with him. Which of course was not far of the mark.

He had faced many dangers in his life and had been nearly killed many times, but this was proving to be a whole new kind of danger, one that was slightly frightening to him. He noticed too the looks everyone seemed to give (Y/N). It seemed they had swapped roles in this place. It was her who was looked at with hate, anger and fear. Whereas usually people would look upon her in desire. He understood why, there was no denying she was beautiful, incredibly beautiful. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to say that Mando had developed feelings for her in perhaps a more friendly way.

Soon, the pair arrived at a fancy looking building. It looked to be some sort of palace, a very grand place. (Y/N) pulled him inside and gripped his hand tighter. He wondered if it was out of fear or just to keep him close.

Inside, he was met with a sight he never thought he would see. In every corner of the room, people were all over each other. He was seeing far too much of them all. It made him uncomfortable, but (Y/N) didn’t seem to take much notice, however she did notice the shift in his body language. She was then pulling him in between the bodies of intimate people making all sorts of comments and noises that he knew he would never be able to get rid of from his mind. He wanted to know why she had brought him here. And he also didn’t want her to leave him.

She pulled him towards a woman with light pink skin and midnight black hair. She wore and long white dress that fell to the floor and golden bracelets encrusted with colourful jewels all the way up her arms and a very heavy looking gold necklace around her neck. Her eyes were a bright shade of purple.

“You came back” she spoke to (Y/N) in a language that he had never heard before “and you brought a friend” she looked towards Mando with wanting eyes that made him take a step back.

“More then a friend” (Y/N) said using the same dialect. “I was hoping you would supply us with a room”

“Of course” the woman smiled “right this way” she began to lead them again through the mess of people scattered about the place enjoying themselves far too much. But the Mando clocked the target, sat surrounded by girls of all different kinds, looking too proud of himself as he sipped on blood red wine. It seemed (Y/N) saw him too.

The woman with pink skin pulled back a thick black curtain that revealed a small but spacious room fit with a long sofa and a comfortable looking bed. There were more than one million questions flying round in his head. “Have fun” she said before pulling the curtain back leaving him and (Y/N) alone in the room, unpleasant sounds from the next room not being dulled by the barrier of fabric.

“Why are we here?” He asked after a tense moment of silence between them.

“He’s here is he not? I told you, you’ll just have to trust me” she told him as she went about fixing her hair before taking a seat on the foot of the bed. He opted for the sofa to try not to make things awkward.

“You’ve been here before...” he murmured.

“I’d rather not talk about it” she said as she stared sadly at the ground. He respected this and didn’t push her, but he was curious though.

“What do we do now?” He asked.

“We have to wait until morning. Wait for it to die down. It usually does in the early hours, everyone will be asleep, then that will be out window to take him” she summarised as she pulled her thick black boots off her feet and setting them aside.

“What makes you so sure he’ll still be here?”

“Trust me, he will be. That wine he was drinking, it’s spiked with a sort of pollen that dials you up to eleven. It makes you uncontrollable. Makes you want to have sex with anything that moves” (Y/N) explained, she did so with such confidence that it almost intimidated him. He wasn’t very knowledgeable in the world of sex but he had done it before. But certainly not in the way that he had been witness too.

“Right...” he muttered.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. Lilia knows me from a long time ago and owes me quite a lot. Plus I knew that someone like him would have to be in a place like this. Our options were limited”

“It’s...fine” he didn’t really know what to say. It wasn’t really fine but she was right. They were running low on options. He would just have to live with it for now.

“I think it would be best if we stay in here until morning. We don’t know what other kind of trouble could be out there” he nodded at this, thinking it was a sensible suggestion.

“Will we be disturbed do you think?”

“Who knows. Someone may try and get in but it is unlikely” he nodded again and lent back on the sofa letting out a sigh. But before he could relax too much (Y/N) was walking over to him. He couldn’t get a word in before she was straddling his waist “put your hands on my waist” she told him.

“Wh-What?” He asked completely flustered, if he didn’t have his helmet on she would be seeing his face bright red and burning in embarrassment.

“Just do it” she hissed and grabbed his wrists and forced his hands onto her hips. She pressed her self further against him and began giggling at nothing as she ran her fingers seductively up his arm and across his chest plate when the curtain was drawn open slightly.

Lilia walked in with a tray that held one singular glass of the same blood red wine that their target was drinking. “In case he gets thirsty” she teased as she set the drink down on the small table next to the sofa.

(Y/N) hummed with a slightly dazed look on her face as she looked at the drink before looking back at him with eyes that were dark and full of pure lust and desire “maybe I’ll get to see what you look like when you drink it” she whispered in a language he could understand. Her finger ran around the under rim of his helmet before sliding slowly down his covered neck.

The curtain was drawn again and she was quick to remove herself from him. “I’m sorry” she said “I had to make it look believable”

He sat there completely flustered and confused. His hands were frozen in the air as if they were still pressed against her hips. His face was burning, but he was blaming that on the extraordinary heat of this planet and the fact he was covered in thick armour.

She was sat back on the bed, turned away from him and playing nervously with her hands. She was too scared to say anything back to him now. She had embarrassed both her and him.

For a while there was a thick and horrible silence that hung over the pair of bounty hunters, excluding the horrendous noises that came from outside the room. He somehow managed to regain his composure and he stood. She looked at him from the corner of her eye and watched as he walked towards the small table where the dark red drink was resting, waiting to be consumed.

“What would happen to me if I drank this?” He asked as he tapped the rim of the glass with his finger.

“Well...you would not be able to control your sexual desires. You would loose yourself in your lust and want of release. You would do anything to insure your pleasure and climax were met”

“And...how long does it last?”

“It’s hard to say. They used to think it lasted until you had completely exhausted yourself, but it varies. It can last up until exhaustion, it can last until one climax. A popular theory is that is lasts until you have had sex with the one you desire most”

She watched as he lifted the glass from the table and swirled the liquid in the glass a few times before glancing over to the curtain “Do you think anyone else will interrupt us?” He asked.

“Probably not. Why?”

“Do you have something you can cover your eyes with?”

“Um...there’s probably a piece of cloth around here that I could use. But Mando, What are you asking all this for?”

“It has to look believable right?” He asked “why pretend when we can make it real?” He said in a low voice as he looked in her direction. She felt a shiver run through her spine at the tone in which he spoke but she was concerned about his next move.

He tilted his helmet up making her look away out of respect for his code but she could hear him gulping down the liquid making her worry. She head the glass being set back on the table so she glanced back behind her to see he was teetering when he stood.

“Mando, What have you done?” She panicked as she raced over to him to hold him steady, worried he would suddenly collapse.

“Find something to cover your eyes” he ordered deeply. She found her self falling into a submissive state, wanting to do whatever he asked. So she was quick in sourcing a long black piece of fabric and handing it over to him. He placed it over her eyes and tied it semi-tightly at the back of her head. “Do not remove this”

“I won’t” she said all too quickly “I promise”

He gently caressed her cheek with the back of his gloved had and she leant into his touch. But his hand then slid down from her cheek, grazing over her neck, across her chest and landing on her hip which had now become his favourite thing to hold. “I’ve never told you how beautiful you are” he whispered. His hand was briefly removed from her as he lifted off his helmet and place it beside the empty glass.

She drew in a sharp breath when she felt his warm breath fam against her cheek as she leaned in to whisper to her “there’s a lot of things I haven’t told you” his hand was back on her hip, but it was slipping lower “how beautiful you are...” he pressed a kiss to her cheek making her bite her bottom lip “how I really feel for you...” his fingers traced over her thigh making her first clench slightly, she didn’t really know what to do with her hands in that moment “how much I...want to fuck you” his voice was low and hot directly in her ear.

His hand moved in between her legs and touch over her clothed pussy. There were many layers between him and her but the ghostly touch was enough to make her weak at the knees. “Mando...” She panted as she brought her hands to rest on the cold beskar of his chest plate.

The Mandalorian removed his mouth from her ear and pressed his lips to her in a rough and wanting kiss. His tongue wasted no time in invading her mouth and claiming each inch as his own. No one else was to ever have her now other than him. And he made sure to tell her that. His hand cupped her pussy making her thighs pressed against his hand “this and everything else is mine” he told her “you are mine” he spoke in almost a growl.

“Yes!” She whined “Yes! I’m yours. I’m only yours”

His kiss was getting deeper by the second and his other arm came to wrap around her waist to hold her firmly against him whilst he removed his other hand from between her legs and wrapped that one around her waist too. “Fuck” he growled as he began rolling his hips against her seeking some sort of friction for his dick that was growing hard with every moment that passed. “Fuck. Take your clothes off now” he ordered.

He pulled away from her and began discarding his armour and underclothes whilst he watched her undress as quickly as she could neither of them caring where their clothes ended up.

Once they were both bare, he stalked back towards her, his hands reaching out to feel every inch of her body making her whimper and moans quietly at the feeling of his rough and worn hands on her soft skin. “Mando..” she whispered.

“Din” He said quietly as he began to practically make out with her neck.

“What?” She asked followed by a gasp as her hands came to rest on his shoulders, digging her blunt nails into his skin.

“That’s my name. I want you to call me that as I fuck you” he told her. She nodded as swallowed thickly as he walked her backwards towards the bed. She found herself tumbling on to the plush mattress with him following behind her, crawling on top of her, kissing all the way up her body. Biting, sucking and licking his way up.

She moaned a little too loudly when his tongue began to circle round her nipple whilst his right hand snaked it’s way down her body. She really hoped no one would walk in. The blindfold across her eyes only added to the sensation. Her lack of sight seemed to heighten all her other sense making every touch surprising and enjoyable.

His hand found its way back between her legs and he slipped two of his rough fingers between her soaking folds making her moan. “Din!” She moaned, he loved the way his name sounded rolling off her sweet tongue. “Oh fuck Din...”

“So fucking wet” he muttered as she moved his mouth back to her neck. “I could just...” his fingers slipped into her tight hole making her back arch off the bed and her mouth fall open letting out a silent moan as her brain struggled in processing the pleasure she was receiving from such a simple move. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes!” (Y/N) cried out “Oh fuck Din!”

“Tell me how good it feels” he hummed as he began thrusting his fingers in and out of her at a steady pace. Her hips struggled to stay on the bed as she wriggled and writhed under him.

“F-Fuck...it feels so good Din!” His fingers picked up the pace all too quickly. Her hips completely rose off the bed as her toes curled and her fists clenched the bedsheets. “Fuck!” She screamed.

He moved his mouth down her body, fingers still pumping quickly in and out of her. Din nudged her legs further apart so he could slot himself between them. When he did, his tongue shot out to toy with her clit making her scream and reach down to grab his hair. He groaned against her when she tugged on his hair.

His hips began to mindlessly roll along the bed, getting himself off as best he could. The friction from the bedsheets felt amazing against his hard length but it was nothing compared to what he believed she would’ve felt around him.

Din got to his knees and pulled his fingers from her, not giving her a moment to protest, before replacing his fingers with his throbbing length. They both moaned loudly at the feeling. He was a lot bigger than what she had imagined and she was a lot tighter than he thought. But that didn’t matter. It was amazing either way for both of them.

“You feel so good” he grumbled “so wet..so tight...”

“Din! Fuck!” She cried out “oh fuck! You feel amazing!”

“Gonna make you come so hard. You’ll be screaming my name” he growled through grit teeth as he pounded into her, grabbing her hips in a vice-like grip, it was sure to leave some sort of bruise but she didn’t care, it only added to the pleasure. “Gonna fill you completely”

“Please” she begged weakly. He moved so that he was hovering over her, his firsts clenched either side of her head as he slammed into her drawing a whimper or a moan from her with each thrust. Her hands moved to his back where her blunt nails duh into the broad expanse of his skin. Her legs lifted to wrap around his waist, encouraging him to go deeper.

His forehead dropped to her, their panting breaths mixing between them. Din leaned forwards and planted a sloppy kiss to her lips. “D-Din” She stuttered “I’m gonna Come..”

“Me too (Y/N)” he grumbled as he bit down on her bottom lip. He snakes his left hand down between their bodies and began to rub quick circles on her clit making her scream, her body moving every which way, over come by pleasure. Her walls began to squeeze and fluttered around his dick making him grit his teeth as he felt white hot pleasure building up inside him.

She let out a call of his name as she came over him, her body shaking and twitching as he continued to thrust into her as he raced to reach his own end. His hand didn’t cease it movements in her clit, at this rate he would draw another climax from her.

He let out a low and continuous string of curses as he came, shooting ropes of his come into her, filling her completely and pulling her over the edge of pleasure a second time. Her walls clamping down on him, milking every last drop from him. His hips began to slow as he rode both of them through their highs, kissing her again as she drew the last few drops from him.

“I’m sorry...” he whispered. Feeling, now, utterly guilty of what had just happened. He knew that technically it wasn’t him, he wasn’t in control, but he didn’t actually need to drink it, but he did anyway.

“It’s okay” She said quietly, bringing her hands to glide through his hair. “You did what you had to do to get rid of it...”

“But it was unnecessary...I-I didn’t need to drink it”

“It was either you or me. Don’t feel bad Din” she smiled “I enjoyed it”

“So did I” He hummed “do you think that was believable enough?”

She laughed and took his face between her hands, pressing sweet kisses to his lips “I think so, yes”

21/12/20

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liberty-barnes · 5 years ago

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Keep You Safe

Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Prompt: “I can’t decide if that’s cute or something characteristic of a psychopath”

Warnings: slightly creepy Peter, but like the endearing kind of creepy, also Petey being a dork,,,as always, protective Peter Parker, Endgame related angst but only for a sec, cuddlesssss, and fluff, lots of fluff, because I’m a hoe for fluff... and Tom Holland’s biceps but that’s a story for another day

Word Count: 2167 words

Estimated Reading Time: 9 minutes

A/N: School has officially closed which means that I’m now forced to stay home all day (which wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t locked at home with my dad and he’s getting on every single one of my nerves) and do the homework our teachers send us by email... I didn’t even know Microsoft Teams and OneNote existed until a week ago... so that’s something. I usually write stuff on paper during class cause let’s be honest, I only pay attention to what my teachers are saying when I’m forced to (don’t do this kids, listen to teachers, God I’m a such a bad example) so I’ve got about 5 stories written and I thought “Hey, since I’m too lazy to do my physics homework, why not post it all on tumblr?” So yeah, hi, this is my version of “quarantine is driving me crazy and I need an escape”. And before you ask, yes, I’ve succumbed to the toilet paper juggle thing already, it was not pretty.

Masterlist

Peter Parker was not a creep, he was simply a worried boyfriend.

There is nothing wrong with following your girlfriend after school to make sure she gets home safe before going back to the Tower. Or asking Karen to alert him whenever you leave the house so he could follow you to make sure you were safe. Or gifting you one of those morse code bracelets that monitored your vitals and location because he knew you’d never take it off and that way he could constantly know where you were and how you were feeling.

Peter Parker was not a creep.

He watched from his vantage point on top of a building as you and MJ left the mall, Slurpees in hand and carrying at least five shopping bags each, most of them being from art stores and only a couple from clothing. The sight of your bright smile made his heart burst with affection and he listened intently, still able to hear your melodic laugh over the hustle and bustle of the busy street.

He followed you at a safe distance, losing sight of the two of you as you entered the subway. Karen kept him aware of your whereabouts though, and he saw you again when you exited the subway station, now alone.

You walked a couple more blocks and entered your apartment building, but Peter only truly relaxed once he saw you entering your bedroom, having a clear view through your window.

He stayed for a few more minutes, admiring how beautiful you looked doing something as mundane as cutting tags off your newly bought clothes and throwing out the plastic wrapped around your new art supplies.

He then made his way to the Tower, where the Avengers chose to live again, for practical purposes.

“Hey everyone!” He immediately greeted his teammates after walking into the kitchen, mask off and hair slightly messy.

“Hey Pete,” The twenty-year-old witch gave him a chilled bottle of water from the fridge, already knowing that the boy would be parched.

Peter kissed her cheek and did the same to Pepper, Carol, and Morgan who were all sitting at the table playing Uno, no doubt to make the young Stark happy.

“Where is everyone?” The young spiderling asked after downing his water bottle.

“Bucky and Sam are in the gym, Bruce is messing with something in the labs, and Sharon went grocery shopping with Rhodey.” Carol set down a blue five, not even looking up from her hand. For a superhero, she sure sucked at card games.

“Oh, okay. I’m going to my room, be back to help with dinner!” He called back before walking to the elevator and pressing the button to his and May’s floor.

After everyone returned from the Blip, the Parkers lost their home and Pepper immediately offered them a floor at the Tower, not wanting her not-really-but-still-kind-of-feels-like-it son and his aunt to be living on the streets. Peter was very happy to be living with some of his favorite people in the world and very grateful for the opportunities it provided him.

He entered his room and pressed the button on his chest, the suit retracting to a simple spider pendant that hung around his neck, looking like an ordinary chain. He took it off and put it in his charging cradle before changing into a pair of grey sweatpants (your favorite though he still doesn’t understand why) and his blue Midtown sweatshirt.

He sat on his desk chair, ready to start his homework but a vibration from his phone made him postpone the task, choosing instead to open the messaging app on his custom made StarkPhone.

Princess 👑 ❤️: heyy :) Princess 👑 ❤️: can i meet you at the tower later? Princess 👑 ❤️: i want cuddles :)))

He smiled at that and immediately texted you back.

Baby🕷️ ❤️: i’ll ask Rhodey and Shar to pick you up on their way home :) Baby🕷️ ❤️: love you <3 Princess 👑 ❤️: love you more <33

He texted Sharon and after receiving confirmation that you were in the car with them, he turned his phone face down on the desk to avoid any distractions and started on his English homework, hoping to be done with it when you got here so he could cuddle in peace with his beloved girlfriend.

Twenty minutes later, he was almost done with his homework, fully engrossed in the words on the page that he had to meticulously read, highlight and analyze. He barely noticed when you entered the room, his spidey sense no longer detecting you as a threat, but took a much-needed breath of relief when he felt your hands around his shoulder, rubbing softly.

No words were needed as you kept rubbing his shoulders while he finished his homework, relishing in the soft kisses you left on the crown of his head from time to time. He finished the last sentence on his analysis and set his pen down, sighing. He closed his eyes and put his head back so it rested on your shoulder and you kissed his forehead, hands around his neck, hugging his upper body from behind.

“Cuddles now?” You asked, voice soft and soothing reaching his over-worked brain.

“Yeah, baby, let’s go.”

You kissed him on the forehead once more and took off your shirt, staying in your white lace bra and pastel pink sweatpants before laying down on the king-sized bed. You made grabby hands at him and he took off his own shirt, laying down between your legs and resting his head on your breasts. Your right hand made its way to his soft brown curls while your left rested on his upper back, hugging him close to your chest. His arms tightened around your waist and a pleased sigh left his lips, his lashes fluttering and tickling your skin as the tension rolled off of him in waves with every gentle pass of your manicured nails through his scalp.

Peter loved this position. There was really nothing sexual about it, he just loved hearing your heartbeat and feeling your colder skin against his naturally overheated one. He loved protecting the city and all of its inhabitants but here, in your arms, in this bed, he wasn’t Spider-Man, the newest Avenger. He wasn’t the Starks’ unofficially adopted kid that would take over SI alongside Morgan and Harley. He wasn’t the kid who brightened up everyone’s day and felt solely responsible for their happiness and well-being.

He was just Pete. Your Pete. Your fragile, vulnerable boyfriend who just really needed a hug, and you were more than happy to provide.

“How was your day?” He asked, voice slightly muffled because of his mouth’s position, buried in the valley of your breasts.

“Pretty good. I went to the mall with MJ after class and we bought a bunch of new clothes and art supplies for our trip to DisneyWorld.”

“Why do you need new stuff just to go to DisneyWorld?”

“I need Disney themed stuff.”

“You already have Disney themed stuff.”

“But I need new ones so that every time I see them they’ll remind me of our trip to DisneyWorld.”

He chuckled at your over-the-top-ness and nuzzled his face deeper into your chest.

“‘M hungry.”

“Must be cause you didn’t eat.”

“Did too!” He snorted at that.

“A Slurpee doesn’t count as food, princess.”

A silence enveloped the room and he felt your heartbeat quicken.

“I never told you I had a Slurpee.”

Oh shit.

“Y-Yeah, you did, you said you went to the mall with MJ to do some shopping and had a Slurpee after.” He was panicking but focused on playing it off as best as he could.

Spoiler Alert: he’s a very bad liar and can’t hide anything from you.

“No, I didn’t so how do you know that?”

He stuttered and incoherent sentence your way, trying and failing TRYING VERY HARD to defend himself.

“Have you been following me?”

Shitshitshit.

“N-No?” He hated that he couldn’t lie to you, one look at him and all his secrets would come out like some kind of verbal diarrhea.

You pushed him off your lap so the both of you were sitting up, looking at him with nothing short of hurt, confusion, and betrayal swirling in your beautiful sparkling eyes.

“Have you been taking advantage of EDITH and your powers to spy on me?”

He didn’t answer, simply hung his head, closed his eyes and waited for the blow-up that was bound to happen next... but it never came, only a broken whisper followed by a heart-breaking sob reached his ears.

“Do you not trust me?”

“What?” His head snapped up and he stared into your eyes, seeing the tears threatening to leak and cursing himself because he caused that, he caused his babygirl pain.

“W-Well if you're following me it must be because y-you don’t t-trust m-me.”

Your words were punctuated by a particularly loud sob and he quickly gathered you up in his arms, nuzzling his cheek on the top of your head soothingly and threading his fingers through your hair.

“Nonononononono, baby that’s not it, I promise.” He took your face between his hands and kissed your tear-stricken cheeks, resting his forehead on yours. “It’s just that... with everything that happened with Tony and Beck and my identity being revealed, then almost going to prison, thank God for Pepper, I just... I’m constantly worried that someone’ll come after you because of me, because of what you mean to me, and that I won’t be able to protect you and I just need to know you’re safe, always because you’re the most important person in my life and I don’t know what I’d without you, so I followed you and asked Karen to update me on your vitals every hour so I know you’re safe and alive, and real, and... I just need to know you’re safe.”

He took a deep breath after finishing his jumbled up explanation, finally shining light on the fears deeply installed within him for months.

“I can’t decide if that’s cute or something characteristic of a psychopath. Cause you wanna protect me but you do it by following me and invading my privacy.”

“Wha- psychopath?” You both burst into laughter, foreheads still resting against one another.

“Well, you’ve been following me around for a while. Do you have a camera in my bedroom?”

“No! Of course not! Just... in the lobby... and one facing your apartment door... and on your fire escape facing your window...”

His cheeks were flushed red and he was looking everywhere but at you, seemingly embarrassed by his predicament.

“You said you had Karen monitoring my vitals... how?”

“Oh, um... remember the bracelet I gave you for our six-month anniversary?”

You lifted your right wrist, cocking an eyebrow as if to say ‘this one’.

“Yeah, so um... I actually made that. It’s got nanosensors that monitor your heartbeat, blood pressure, sugar levels, emotional state and a bunch of other things along with a tracker that’s constantly activated. It’s all connected to Karen, so she can let me know whenever you’re in trouble...”

“Is that how you always know when I’m having a panic attack or when I’m on my period?” Your eyes softened up and an adoring smile graced your face when he nodded.

“You’re a dork.” You straddled him fully and properly, then kissed him on the lips softly.”But you’re my dork, and I love you. And I love that you want to keep me safe and that you’d be willing to sacrifice your dignity and do something quite illegal to make sure I stay safe.”

He smirked at you.

“You know, out of context that sounds a bit twisted.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled fondly at him.

“What can I say? From time to time, I sure do love me a bad boy.”

He smiled and kissed you on the lips, slow and passionate, filled with all his love and adoration and relief, pure and utter relief because you’re here, with him, and you know, and you don’t hate him, in fact, you love him even more.

He fell back on the bed, taking you with him as you resumed your previous position, only this time with you on top.

“So are we gonna mention that when Tony did the exact same thing to you you threw a fit and had Ned hack into the suit?”

“Shut up.”

That night, when Peter got back home after dropping you off, EDITH alerted him to movement on your fire escape. His heart was beating faster than a hummingbird’s as he pulled up the live footage but it all turned into a breathless chuckle when he saw the surveillance video.

You had put your whiteboard in such a way that it would be seen by the camera and scribbled a ‘Goodnight baby <3′ on it.

Baby🕷️ ❤️: goodnight princess <3

And this is what I do during my English and french classes... English because I don’t need to (perks of being trilingual) and french because the teacher spends the lesson talking about stuff I already know so I really don’t care.

With that said, please stay in school and listen to your teachers... do as I say, not as I do.

Anyway, I hope you liked this little one-shot. Please don’t forget to like, comment and/or reblog if you feel like it!

Love you all, Libby <3

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yslkook · 4 years ago

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birthday b

pairing: taehyung x reader

warnings: cursing, lots and lots of alcohol (because it’s me), suggestive sexy times/themes, grinding, dancing, making out, flirting

a/n: enjoy this brain dump. like i said, i only follow VIBES not PLOT. check out the other parts here.

word count: 6589

***

Your birthday had coincidentally fallen the same few weeks that BTS was going to be in New York City for a slew of press events. The coincidence is a happy, welcome one, one that Taehyung realized before you. It’s another year in your late twenties, or early thirties but really who’s counting, and once upon a time, you’d be having an unneeded existential crisis over it. Over the fact that society now considered you to be too old, too old for love, fun, hobbies, interests. But you’re not that person anymore.

All you’re thinking about is the long laundry list of errands to run before your birthday. You’re planning a night out for you and your friends, inclusive of Taehyung and the boys, if they want to come. You had decided to get an AirBnb for everyone so nobody would have to worry about getting home. Instead, you’d all be able to leave together. You still have to buy beer, liquor and chasers. Pari said she would be in charge of snacks, utensils and cups. You had given her one of the keys to the AirBnb as well on the morning of, just in case.

And so, you zip through Brooklyn in the early morning of your birthday night out, gathering the supplies you need. Your arms ache by the time you reach the AirBnb to drop off the trunk load of alcohol from your car. You still have a few things to finish up with work before you can truly begin your day, but you don’t mind.

After all, you’ll be seeing your boy and your friends soon.

You're barely able to text Taehyung or any of the boys to see how they’re doing- your manager has you in meetings for the majority of the morning. You don’t complain though, it makes the day go faster.

You sink in your chair with a sigh and stretch your arms above your head, daydreaming about finally seeing Taehyung after what feels like forever. He’s supposed to come to your apartment to get ready with you before heading to the AirBnb to meet up with the rest of your friends

Your workday is over relatively quickly after that, you had been sure to do everything ahead of time so that you could properly enjoy the time you had with Taehyung. It took a few long nights and early mornings, but if it meant more time with him, then it was worth it.

You text him-

you: see you soon 💛

A wave of fatigue washes over you. It wouldn’t be so bad to take a quick nap, right? You convince yourself to lay in your bed for just twenty minutes. Just twenty minutes...

Since you’re you and incapable of twenty minute naps, you wake up an hour later to your phone ringing obnoxiously. You groan and blink sleepiness out of your eyes and see Taehyung calling you. Poor guy’s probably been in the lobby, impatiently waiting for you.

“Tae,” You murmur, “I fell accidentally fell asleep-”

You hear him snort, “I’m outside your door. Come let me in, princess.”

You vaguely hear the muffled sound of his voice from outside your front door and your heart skips a beat as you nearly sprint out of your bedroom. You throw your front door open and nearly drop your phone at the sight of Taehyung in front of you, in all his glory.

Your face nearly hurts from how wide you’re smiling and you immediately pull him inside, pulling him in for a close hug.

“Hi,” You murmur, pressing your nose into his neck. He smells just as you recall, like wood and mint. You pull away for a second and hold his face in your hands. You touch him as if he’ll disappear, as if he’s stardust that slips through your fingers.

“Hi,” Taehyung whispers and presses his forehead to yours.

That familiar overwhelmed feeling returns once more, and you feel your eyes watering despite the bright smile on your face.

“You happy to see me, or what?” Taehyung says with a small smile and wipes at your cheeks.

“Shut up,” You laugh, “Happy tears, Tae. Happy tears.”

His own eyes are watering at the sight of yours. Your sensitive boy. You peck his lips and before you can pull away to ask him any questions, he deepens the kiss instantly. His hands are tight and close against your waist, disappearing under your shirt quickly. His touch feels like electricity sliding up your veins, curling into your blood and igniting desires that had been locked away for so long.

You surge forward, pouring all of it- the burn, the intensity, the way he makes you feel like liquid gold, back into him. Taehyung moans into your mouth softly before pulling away, both of you panting.

“Baby,” You sigh dreamily, running a hand through his hair, “Do you want water? Are you hungry? I just made food last night-”

“Ate before I came here,” Taehyung says, kissing up your neck and tightening his hold around you when your knees begin to give out, “Now lemme eat you-”

“God, what a line,” You roll your eyes and pinch his arm but allow him to carry you to your bedroom.

And so begins your birthday week.

***

You spend the better part of two hours naked in bed with Taehyung, fingers ghosting over his skin as he tells you about how his week is going, and about the antics that the boys have been getting up to. You turn closer to him, brushing his hair out of his eyes and getting distracted by his pout.

Taehyung pulls you on top of him and you swat his shoulder at the sudden movement. He lazily cups your cheek and throws one of his hands behind his head to prop himself up on your headboard.

“Will everyone be coming tonight? To the club?” You ask hopefully, “I would love to see them...”

“Jungkook might need convincing,” Taehyung muses, “I’m sure you can work your charms and convince him.”

“You think incredibly highly of me,” You scoff, but already text Jungkook to ask if he’ll be there.

"We have to start getting ready soon,” Taehyung reminds you gently when you yawn. You slide off of him and curl into his side, your eyes already closed. You rub his chest to coax him to sleep with you for a bit.

“Tired,” You mumble, “Just nap with me, baby. Twenty minutes.”

“You just took a nap,” Taehyung grumbles but acquiesces, pulling you closer into his chest and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

And he sleeps.

***

“Princess,” Taehyung says softly, nudging your shoulder, “Wake up. Pari is going to kill both of us if we don’t start getting ready now.”

He thinks you believe it, because you immediately roll out of bed and pull your outfit out of your closet and hang it up on the coat rack on your door.

“Fuck,” You groan, “I don’t know why I’m so tired.”

“Want me to put you to bed again?” Taehyung winks at you.

You pointedly ignore him.

“We have to eat, too,” You say, pulling your makeup bag out of your drawer and setting aside your jewelry, “Will you go warm up some of the food in the fridge before either of us change?”

“Yes, dear,” Taehyung says and disappears into your kitchen.

You join him in a few minutes, wrapping yourself around his waist and kissing his neck. He feeds you quickly, with the knowledge that you still have to do your makeup and hair.

“Thank you,” You kiss his cheek before scampering back into your bedroom, “Take whatever you want and eat more, baby!”

***

You had holed yourself in your bathroom, wanting to do your makeup with the bright lighting. Taehyung has been itching to watch you get ready, but you had banned him from entering. He’d distract you, while it was a welcome distraction, you and Taehyung had already received a few scolding texts from Pari.

You finally unlock the door after a while, already missing the feeling of his gaze on you. Butterflies erupt in your belly in anticipation of his reaction- you know you look good. You’re wearing a backless red jumpsuit that dips in just the right way and is tight in just the right places. The pant legs are wide and with heels, your legs look good.

You know this. Your eye makeup is dark, bringing out the dark of your eyes but your lips are glossy. Gold hoops hang from your ears, tickling your jaw when you turn your head. You adjust the cuff bracelet on your right wrist and the thin bracelets on your left as you carry out a choker and a thin, gold chain, one of Taehyung’s.

One of Taehyung’s rings sits on your left hand.

“Baby,” You finally say, exiting the bathroom and holding up the choker and the necklace, “which one should I wear?”

Taehyung ignores you in favor of lazily casting his gaze over you. His lips are parted and eyes are wide as he takes you in.

You know you look good. But it’s nice to know he thinks so as well.

“Damn,” Taehyung mutters, taking your hand and spinning you around. His hand ghosts over your bare back and you shiver at his touch, “Definitely the necklace. But damn.”

“Is that a good damn or a bad damn?” You whisper.

“Always a good damn,” Taehyung replies, “But damn. You’re sexy.”

He pushes his nose into your neck, dropping kisses below your ear. You’re already putty in his arms, your knees buckling when his hands squeeze your ass.

“You look so good,” Taehyung continues, “So pretty, my pretty girl...”

“Really?” you nearly squeak, your hands running up his chest, “And what about you?”

You pull away from him, holding him at arm’s length. Your throat is dry when you take him in- he’s matching you with his red mock turtleneck and grey speckled blazer. A new pair of earrings sits on his right ear, as well as a glint of a necklace under his collar.

You sigh dreamily. This is your man and you can’t wait to jump his bones again. You try to kiss him, but he turns his cheek. A glossy stamp of your lips shines on his jaw.

“You’ll ruin your makeup and then we’ll both be dead,” Taehyung says, eyes full of adoration and lust.

“What’s the point of it being my birthday if I can’t touch my man,” you mutter and he laughs.

“I’ll keep your phone and your cards. Don’t worry about a purse, princess. I know you hate them.”

You kiss his lips quickly in gratitude.

“Hey,” you murmur, “You’re wonderful and sweet and I’m happy to call you mine. And also incredibly hot. But that’s besides the point.”

How far you’ve come- being able to voice to him exactly how much he means to you. And still you don’t know if he knows.

Your fingers slide into his hair for a second, ignoring his soft protest. You admire the way his hair falls over his forehead and press a kiss to his temple. Then his eyelid. Then the corner of his mouth.

“Your lips are dry,” You mumble and snake a hand inside his pockets for his mango flavored balm to apply to his lips.

“Stop tryin’ to seduce me,” Taehyung says but makes no movement to stop you.

“We should go,” You say softly, but you both stay in place. You can’t help but blink at him, admiring his soft, chiseled features.

“Let’s take a picture. While we’re still alone and you’re still sober,” Taehyung says, already pulling his phone out.

He starts taking photos of you but you complain- you’ve never liked posing for photos by yourself. He ignores you, telling you to fix your face and smile at him.

Taehyung pulls you into his side and flips the camera so that you see yourself on the screen. You take a few selfies with him, one of you both smiling, one of him kissing your cheek, one with his fingers under your chin and a silly one.

“Okay, now we can go,” You say, and tug your hand into his, “Do you have my keys?”

“Yes, princess,” Taehyung says and feels his pockets to make sure he has everything, “Let’s go. Uber’s here already.”

“When did you-“ You ask and then shake your head, “I could’ve just driven, Tae.”

“The birthday girl lifting a finger on her birthday? I think not,” Taehyung says, opening the door for you.

“It’s not even my birthday yet.”

“Shut up, I’m trying to be cute.”

“You seem to be struggling with that.”

Taehyung pinches your waist at that and takes your hand briefly. You’ve never been quite fond of PDA, and neither has Taehyung. But you don’t mind when he holds your hand like this.

The elevator is empty when it finally opens up and you stand on opposite sides. You huff when the elevator dings every few floors and begins to crowd up. You move closer to Taehyung, finally standing in front of him and pressing yourself closer to him. A hand tightens around your waist to hold you steady and you feel a flutter of his lips over your shoulder.

He thinks you’re irresistible.

When you finally leave the elevator, his hand shifts to your lower back as he helps you into the car. You confirm the location with the Uber driver and lean into Taehyung as buildings pass you by.

You’re going to have a good night, you’re sure of it. Taehyung subtly texts Pari to tell her that they’re on their way and glances to you to make sure you’re unaware.

***

“We’re probably the only ones here, maybe we can have a quickie before anyone arrives,” You grin mischievously, shoving the keys to the Airbnb into the keyhole.

“Definitely,” Taehyung rolls his eyes, not that you see.

“I thought I left this door closed when I left this morning,” You say absently.

“Oh did you?” Taehyung says airily and takes your hand to the living room. He drops your bag of both of your clothes to change into for after the night ends near the staircase.

Your back is facing the couches and the decorations. You don’t see much else, or anyone else, except for Taehyung who subtly looks over your head.

It’s eerily quiet, and before the question slips from your tongue-

“Surprise!” A loud chorus comes from behind you and you spin around instantly, coming face to face with all of your friends.

There are streamers, balloons and decorations that you certainly hadn’t put up this morning. A lump grows in your throat, your heart in your throat when you see Pari beaming at you knowingly.

Taehyung squeezes your shoulder and gives you a moment with your best friend.

“I can’t believe you,” You say through teary eyes, “I thought we said lowkey this year!”

“I couldn’t do lowkey when your boyfriend and his friends would all be in our city at the same time as your birthday. The stars aligned and we’re celebrating that,” Pari says warmly and you hug her right.

“And before you say anything, I wanted to, it was no problem and your boy is great at keeping secrets. Good taste too,” Pari says as an afterthought.

“Yeah, he’s a keeper,” You murmur, casting your eyes on him. He’s already mingling with some of your other friends- friends from work and from college. He blends in seamlessly with your friends and you bring Pari to the table with all of the liquor and chasers and cups.

“Oh no, you drink out of this,” Pari says and shoves a bejeweled glass with pink hearts and purple stars.

It’s obnoxious and you love it.

Pari makes you a drink, and you fully expect it to be strong and tasty.

“Cheers,” You shrug and clink glasses with her.

“I’m expecting you to make a speech later.”

“Why? It’s just a birthday. Not a wedding.”

“When was the last time everyone was together like this? Might as well be a wedding. Pretty sure Chae is ordained...”

You roll your eyes and swat her shoulder.

“Thank you for everything. For being my best friend,” you say sincerely and hold her hands.

“No crying. Your makeup looks too good for you to cry,” But she's misty eyed, too, “Taehyung may be your soulmate but I’m always gonna be number one.”

You let out a watery laugh and give her another hug with a nod. You take her with you to introduce her to the rest of the boys. All of them had showed up today, even Jungkook who allegedly needed convincing.

“Jungkook, you came,” You murmur fondly, pulling him in for a tight hug.

He’s always reminded you of a little brother you never had.

“Of course I did,” He grins, doe eyes sparkling.

“I’m so glad you all could come,” You murmur, giving them all tight hugs, “I know how busy you’ve been.”

“If anyone knows, it’s you,” Jimin quips and you smile.

You introduce Pari to them and let them talk amongst themselves, spotting out who has a drink and who doesn’t. Jimin throws an arm around you and helps you make drinks, his smile soft and sexy in a way that only he can pull off.

“Happy birthday,” Jimin says, “You look great.”

“Birthday’s at midnight,” You remind him, “You look great, too. As always.”

Talking to Taehyung’s friends was just easy. He loves that you get along so well with them, even if it took you some time to open up.

Jimin eyes your neck, specifically your necklace and then zeroes in on the hand gripping your glass. It’s your right hand, the one with Taehyung’s ring on it. He gives you a Cheshire grin and a wink and you roll your eyes even though you want to hide.

You pour Jimin a drink and cheers with him, asking him how he likes the city and how he’s doing. He still has an arm around you, and to be honest you’re used to it. Out of all of the boys, Jimin is by far the most physically affectionate with you. Besides Taehyung, of course. You love that the man Taehyung has known the longest approves of you, and it was something that you had been stressed over back in the beginning. But now, they’re family to you, too. It’s nice to have six brothers who care about you the way that they do.

By then, Taehyung spots you fixing up more drinks and rolls his eyes. You’ve always gotta be doing something, unable to sit still and enjoy a party meant for you.

“Thought I told you not to lift a finger,” Taehyung teases and takes the cup from you.

“Hey, I was helping,” Jimin protests.

You roll your eyes at both of them as they bicker and scratch Taehyung’s back subtly before leaving them to their devices and mingling with your other friends.

After a few drinks, shots, drinking games, more shots, pictures with the balloons and with your friends, a tipsy speech made by you with a few tears, Ubers are finally called. Your friends are all drunk, unable to resist your insistence on taking shots and pouring alcohol straight from the bottle into their mouths. The boys had gotten you a bottle of very expensive champagne that you had nearly cried over and Taehyung had only given you a soft look. The bottle had been popped in the balcony and passed around to everyone to take a chug out of.

The club you had booked a VIP area at is a club that celebrities frequented at. There’s plenty of security and privacy there, as your research had shown you. You didn’t want trouble for the boys- the last thing you wanted was for them to get in trouble for something you had done.

The euphoria that comes along with drunkenness sinks into your blood as you lean into Taehyung. He knows what alcohol does to you, makes you a little more affectionate. A little more keen to displays of public affection that you normally wouldn’t initiate. His arm is slung over your shoulder and you clasp your hand with his, looking at him with hazy eyes.

“What?” Taehyung asks, squeezing your shoulder.

“Nothin. Just really happy you’re here,” You say with a bright smile. He squeezes you tighter in response.

Pari had insisted that you and Taehyung be the first ones to leave and that she would lock up. She waves you off when you protest, so you ride in your Uber with Taehyung next to you, Hoseok in the front and Jungkook next to you.

“Are you all having fun?” You ask raspily, leaning forward to hear what Hoseok has to say.

“Of course, I’m glad we came out. Gettin’ the royal treatment,” Hoseok winks at you and you giggle.

“Nothin’ but the best for you, Hobi,” You mumble, “Whaddabout you, Jungkook?”

You tickle under his chin, a habit you’d picked up from Taehyung. He gives you a tipsy smile with shining eyes and you melt a little.

“It’s your birthday, but feel like it’s mine,” Jungkook laughs.

“It’s our birthday,” You correct him, stifling your own laugh with your hand. You lean your head on Jungkook’s shoulder, telling them what the buildings that are passing you by are.

Taehyung watches you, your lips pulled into a permanent smile and eyes twinkling with laughter as Jungkook and Hoseok make you laugh. You say something, something silly, and send Jungkook and Hoseok into laughter as well. He thinks he might be in love with you, or at the very least, in love with your laugh.

“Oh! I think we’re here,” You jump in your seat, leaning over Taehyung to catch a glimpse of the club, “Thank you for the ride!”

Taehyung helps you out of the car so you don’t trip over your feet, as you’re prone to do. After a flash of your identification and a drop of your name, you’re led to the dark VIP area that you had booked. It’s far enough from the dance floor that people won’t accidentally venture towards you, but close enough that you can hop in and out as you please.

“Welcome home for the night, boys,” You murmur.

***

“It’s past midnight,” Taehyung says, voice low in your ear, “Wanna give you something.”

“Hmm?” You ask but he’s already tugging you away from the couches and into the dance floor. You both disappear into the sea of people and your arms instantly wrap around Taehyung’s neck when he holds you still by your waist.

“Already gave me so much baby,” You mumble into his ear, “Already give me so much.”

“Happy birthday, princess,” He says, pressing his forehead to yours. Your eyes are hazy, but still, he knows the look in your eye. It’s one of adoration.

Taehyung swoops in for a sharp kiss, one that steals your breath away, and he tightens his hold around you. You don’t care that you’re in the middle of a sea of nameless people, all you care about is being in your boyfriend’s arms.

Your hips roll into his slowly when he deepens the kiss and his lips find your favorite spot behind your ear. A soft, quiet moan just for him fills his ears.

“Dance with me, princess,” his voice is husky in your ear as he turns you around, your back to his chest.

Your head immediately finds his shoulder when he pulls you in closer and grinds into you to the beat of the music. His hands are tight on your hips, guiding you to roll your hips back into his.

His lips are on your neck as he whispers to you how pretty you are. You nearly whimper in response and he cups your jaw to tilt you towards him for a kiss. His fingers shift and are loose around your neck, arousal shooting down your spine at the simple action. You snake a hand to his hair and Taehyung moans into your mouth when you lightly tug.

His arms are tight around you, the scent of his cologne washing over you, and in his arms you are protected. Taehyung is wrapped around you, lips chasing yours greedily. Your gloss is stained on his skin, but neither of you care.

A broken whisper of his name comes from your lips when you pull him in for another harsher kiss.

“My pretty girl,” Taehyung murmurs.

You’re mush in his arms and you both know it. You hum in response, eyes dark and dazed and slick with happiness. You can feel taehyung against your ass, through the layers of clothing and it makes your stomach flip. Much like everything else he does. You hold his hand tightly, the hand wrapped around your waist and squeeze his fingers as he rolls his hips into yours.

It’s just you and him for a moment, in the entire world. It’s just you and him.

You turn around to face him, melting into his chest and peppering kisses over his face and the nape of his neck.

“Tae,” You murmur hoarsely, “Baby-“

He hums into your neck, mouth pressed into your sweet skin. Your knees are weakening and Taehyung pulls you closer into his chest.

“Baby,” You mumble throatily.

“Princess,” He mimics into your neck.

“Baby,” You repeat with hooded eyes, “We should go back. To our friends-“

“They’re not goin’ anywhere,” comes Taehyung’s nonchalant response.

“But- you guys never get to go out and have fun like this- wanna make it special for you an’ them, too,” You trail off, “Want you to have a fun night. Without cameras or anything-“

Taehyung pulls away abruptly but he still holds you close so you don’t nearly fall over. He cups your cheek tenderly and you lean into his warmth.

You’re always thinking about others even when it’s supposed to be your day.

He plants a sweet kiss to your forehead and squeezes your hand.

“Okay. Whatever my birthday princess wants,” Taehyung says and steers you back towards the VIP section.

Pari gives you a knowing look and wiggles her eyebrows at you when she sees your bitten lips and Taehyung’s ruffled collar. You roll your eyes. If it was any other night, you’d be flustered but tonight, you can’t bring it in yourself to care.

Pari hands you a drink, freshly poured from the ice buckets on the table in front of you. You watch curiously as several of the club girls approach you and your friends with bottles of your favorite tequila in one hand and sparklers in another.

You cast Pari a look, as if to say seriously?

You’re suddenly very flustered, your cheeks heating up at all of the attention and the pretty women surrounding you. Jimin wraps an arm around your shoulders, throwing a grin at the woman pouring you a drink. Jimin bats his lashes at her and she smirks at him, shifting her gaze to you.

“I hear you’re the birthday girl?” She asks, but already knows the answer. Her eyes are shameless as she looks at you and Jimin, her lips curling into an even deeper smirk.

“Uh,” You mumble, your brain seemingly short-circuiting, “Yeah.”

“Yeah, she’s the birthday girl,” Jimin says, leaning forward.

“In that case, happy birthday,” The woman says with a wink and hands you a drink. You don’t even know what it’s mixed with, it could be straight tequila and you wouldn’t know.

“Hey! None for me?” Jimin exclaims and you roll your eyes, shrugging out from under his arm.

Taehyung is standing next to Jungkook, Namjoon and Hoseok and he’s laughing at you. It looks like Jungkook is scolding Taehyung. You already know why.

“Stop making fun of me,” You whine, swatting Taehyung’s shoulder.

“Watching you talk to pretty girls is worse than watching Jungkook talk to pretty girls,” Taehyung teases, sending himself into a fit of laughter. It earns himself another smack to his shoulder, by both you and Jungkook.

“I was ambushed,” You protest, but you laugh with him.

“The best kind of ambush, if you ask me,” Hoseok chimes in.

“Good thing nobody asked you, Hobi,” You deadpan, “Out of all of you, Jimin’s the only one with the guts to approach anyone here. So really, who’s the trainwreck now?”

“You’re so hot when you’re insulting them,” Taehyung says, his boxy smile never leaving his face.

“Except for Jungkook. Kook is a sweetheart and if anything happens to him, I’ll kill all of you and then myself,” You say easily, earning yourself three eyerolls.

“That’s not necessary-” Jungkook protests, the apples of his cheeks reddened from alcohol.

“Hey, maybe we don’t wanna talk to girls! We’re here for you, not for girls,” Namjoon says and your eyes soften.

“Okay, valid. But if you do want to talk to anyone, go for it. I want you all to have fun,” You say earnestly.

“Yeah, maybe we’ll sneak off to the dancefloor like you and Taehyung,” Yoongi adds seriously, sending the boys into a fit of giggles.

“Keep it up, Yoongi. You’re on my shit list now,” You joke and nudge his shoulder.

You turn your head to cast a fond smile at your friends and you see Pari talking to Jin quite closely. You wonder if that means anything, or if they’re genuinely just talking. You choose not to jump to conclusions, and instead hand Taehyung your drink in favor of some water.

***

You fail to notice Jimin give Taehyung a glance when you sit on the comfortable sofa, next to some of your friends from college. You can feel your feet beginning to ache and decide to give your feet a rest.

You should’ve known they were up to something when Jungkook winks at you. Sweet Jungkook winking at you. Before you can ask him if something is stuck in his eye, Jimin is on one knee and takes your hand in his.

“What are you doing,” You ask dryly, “If you’re about to ask me to marry you, the answer is no-”

“It’s your birthday. So this is our present,” Jimin says as Taehyung and Jungkook stand on either side of him.

Taehyung laughs at the confused look on your face. Before you can interrogate them further, he tips your chin up by the hook of his index finger and tells you to relax.

Your eyes widen when Jungkook nearly sits in your lap, his long legs folded at the knee on either side of your hips. He pulls away, enough so that you have to look up to catch a glimpse of his face. You’re eye level with his crotch, his thighs flexing only five inches away from you.

Your face heats up but you can’t help the choked laugh from exiting your throat.

Lap dances. They’re all giving you lap dances.

Jungkook is singing along to the song, his sweet features twisted into something seductive and sexy as he gyrates his hips in your face. He lowers his hips to yours, brushing against you but only slightly.

“Happy birthday,” He whispers in your ear before giving you another wink and swiveling his hips in your lap.

You think you’re ready to pass away. All of your friends are cheering you on as Jimin crawls into your lap next, and he’s even more pushy and touchy than Jungkook. He has one leg on the couch as he comes close to you and then he moves like fluid around you, his hips shifting and undulating to the rhythm of the song. He even has the audacity to allow his hand to float down his chest before thrusting his hips in your face.

Your face is burning.

And then comes Taehyung, looking at you like you’re the only one in the entire club. His eyes are dark and playful, his jaw set. You spread your legs further with a grin and welcome him into your embrace. He sits in your lap, his legs on either side of you and grinds his hips into yours in a way that only he is allowed to do. His hair falls into his eyes and you instantly reach up to brush the strands away from his face. A soft exhale of his name comes out of your mouth without you meaning to.

He pulls away abruptly, with a maddening smirk, probably to tease you more. But you pull him by his shirt with a rough tug and push your lips to his impatiently.

Another loud chorus of cheers comes from around you, wolf whistles from your friends but you only pay attention to Taehyung. It’s when you pull a soft moan from him that you remember where you are and pull your lips away from his with a soft pop.

“You’re insane,” You say, shoving his shoulder and peering over him to give a shy grin to Jungkook and Jimin, “All of you.”

“Happy birthday, princess,” Taehyung says so earnestly that you can’t help but drop another kiss to his wet lips.

“I think Pari wants a lap dance, too,” You say once Taehyung helps you up.

Pari protests but Taehyung only winks at her.

“That can be arranged.”

***

It’s after well after 3 AM by the time you all return to the Airbnb. Taehyung helps you take your makeup off, change out of your outfit and put on comfortable clothes- that process itself takes nearly thirty minutes on it’s own.

Of course, it doesn’t help that you keep getting distracted by his lips. He finally gives in when you at least put a shirt on, and he allows himself to get lost in your touch for what feels like only a few minutes.

“Hey, I’m coming in, so you both better be dressed and not having birthday sex,” Pari announces as she turns the lock on the door.

You ignore her and ignore Taehyung’s attempt to pull away from you, and instead press your lips to his neck. Pari clears her throat and you shoot her a lazy grin.

“Pizza’s here,” Pari says, “If you’re into that sort of thing.”

“Thanks, Pari-“

“Pari,” You whine, “I jus wanna have sex! Lots and lots of birthday sex-“

Taehyung covers your mouth with his hand to get you to stop running your mouth.

“I know, honey. It’s what you deserve,” Pari coos, “But you’ve got about thirteen people in this house who don’t know how to shut the fuck up. Talk about setting the mood, huh?”

You peek yourself out of Taehyung’s arms and launch yourself towards Pari.

“Jus wanna have lots and lots of sex, Pari,” You whisper like it’s a secret, “Do you wanna have lots and lots of sex, Pari?”

“Hey!” You exclaim, remembering something, “You were talking to Jin for most of the night! Where’s Jin-“

You’re about to bound into the living room wearing only a shirt. No bra, no underwear, no pants. Taehyung is certain you’d be mortified in the morning if you did so.

He pulls you back by your waist and you immediately forget what you were about to do.

Pari rolls her eyes at you fondly, casting an eye over to Taehyung with a nod and closes the door behind her. You turn in Taehyung’s arms, clumsily trying to help him out of his clothes. But instead you end up making a mess of your limbs and you sigh heavily. He sits you on the bed and tugs you into clothes, while you absently paw at him.

You brush his hair out of his eyes and cup his face tenderly, watching as he pulls away to change into black sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He slips into the bathroom for a few minutes and you vaguely hear the sink running. Taehyung pushes his hair away from his face with a headband and he gestures for you to follow him into the bathroom.

“Come wash your face, princess.”

“Too lazy to,” You shrug and flop onto the bed.

“You’ll be mad about it tomorrow.”

“That’s a future problem.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes and yanks you up, ignoring your noise of protest.

“I’ll wash your face for you,” Taehyung says, already washing his hands and pulling out a travel sized cleanser.

You close your eyes and lean back against his shoulder, humming as he gently rubs circles into your face. He wets a cotton pad with your eye makeup remover and gently pads it over your eyelids, over your lashes and around your eyes. Before you can protest about how long it’s taking, he washes your face of the cleanser and quickly moisturizes your face after realizing that you hadn’t brought your toner with you.

“Done,” He murmurs and kisses your cheek.

“Thank you, baby,” You smile and pull him in for a tight hug, “Pizza?”

“Pizza.”

***

You’re seated on the floor with a box of pizza, a carton of noodles and water next to you. Pari had ordered a ton of food- on Taehyung’s card, at his insistence. Jungkook is seated next to you, head on your shoulder as you feed him as if it’s second nature.

“The best pizza I’ve ever had,” He groans and you laugh.

“Everything tastes good at this hour,” You reply and take a bite for yourself.

Music is playing low in the background as you all eat and chatter amongst yourselves. You offer the pizza box to your friends seated on the couch.

“Everyone drink water and eat. You’ll all be hungover tomorrow,” Pari advises, “Except for Jungkook, he’s still young.”

“Hey, we’re all still young,” You protest, raising your water bottle at her, “Cheers to eternal youth.”

“You tellin’ me drinking and going out now is the same as drinking and going out when we were twenty-two?”

“Hey! I’m not twenty-two!” Jungkook protests with a mouth full of pizza.

“Yeah, yeah, you know what I mean,” Pari rolls her eyes.

Your eyelids are starting to feel heavy, your smile tired and lazy. Taehyung can tell you’re getting sleepy, from the way you listen to Pari and Jungkook bicker, with added quips from Jin and Jimin. Your eyes are glazed over as you absently laugh. You meet Taehyung’s eyes and he subtly gestures for you to come sit next to him.

You immediately do without warning and Jungkook nearly falls to the floor at your abrupt shift. He’s about to tease you for it but decides against it when you sit next to Taehyung and lean into him tiredly. Taehyung brings an arm around your shoulder to pull you in closer and your eyes begin to close of their own volition.

Once your breaths start to even out, Taehyung murmurs to Pari that he’ll put you to bed and then come out to help clean up. Pari waves him off, but he comes back anyway.

Taehyung says a quick goodnight to everyone as they start dispersing to their allocated beds and very nearly misses Jin walking into Pari’s bedroom with her.

And apparently he missed Jungkook sneaking into his bedroom, because he’s curled on his side facing you in the bed.

Taehyung shakes his head in amusement and lays next to you on your other side. You instinctively move closer to him, following his warmth. He presses a kiss to your hairline and closes his eyes as well, allowing sleep to take him.

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kayuripax · 5 years ago

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“”Coffee Shop AU”: Cursed mask

Another story for @doodledrawsthings‘ “””Coffee Shop AU”, this time for the off-shoot branch where MJ ends up Majora Masked. This did not leave me alone, and I needed to write this out. The story includes one picture, and mentions mak’s Subconite Cherry, my Subconite Maya, and @greentrickster‘s Subconite Lime.

„Can’t wait for next Friday.” MJ raised an eyebrow at the exclamation of the small group of teenagers in front of him.

“Next Friday?”

“Yeah, Mr. MJ. Its Halloween then, and we,” one of the teens gestured around, “want to make a group costume. Lime and I have been sewing for weeks now, and it’s coming along well.” A blinding grin from all the teens followed that statement.

“Halloween already? Time sure flies.” MJ grinned back. “Can I ask what you want to dress up as?”

“That’s a secret until next week. You gotta wait just like everyone else!” Cherry chuckled, before grabbing their drink from the counter, leaving a bit of money, and running outside.

“Can’t wait then!” MJ called after them while handing out the remaining drinks. A moment later, when all the teens had left the shop, he began to grin to himself. Maybe he could convince Luka to actually go out on that day, without him having to pay much attention to his looks. He had to tell Clover first though, she had to help him convince that noodle-man.

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“You… want me to go out on Halloween.” Luka sounded like he was doubting MJ’s intelligence at that moment.

“I mean, yeah, why not? Halloween is literally the one day in the year where no one would really pay attention to you looking a bit weird. As long as you stay in a shape that could convincingly be a costume, you could basically run around as you are.” The answer came promptly, and with a raised eyebrow.

“Glowing eyes are not inconspicuous, MJ. Neither is me floating.” Luka grouched, coiling up a bit more in his room.

“There are more than enough costumes with glowing parts, man.” Clover piped up from her corner, where Hattie was showing her something, presumably a costume she had been preparing for Halloween. “MJ’s not wrong, Halloween is the one day where no one would care what you look like. If it makes you feel better, we could all dress up in a group thing, like your Cult.”

“They are not my Cult, Clover, they’re a group of teens that meets up in the forest.” Luka whined, hiding his face in embarrassment. The golden glow was still very much noticeable.

“Try to convince yourself of that, why don’t you.” She countered with a smirk. “But really, I think we could manage something for that, a group costume thingy. Get Hattie and Bonnie in on it as well, they wouldn’t mind.”

“I really wouldn’t, Dad! Pleeeaaase?” Hattie piped in just then, puppy eyes on full force.

“See, even your daughter wants you to go out.” MJ grinned. For a moment it was silent, then Luka groaned loudly, the sound echoing, before nodding.

“Fiiiine. You three are horrible people, but I see what I can do.” He said without much heat behind his words, and a tiny smile on his face.

“See, was that so hard?”

“Shut up, Moon Moon.”

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In the end they decided on a theme that Hattie eagerly called “Spooky Subcon”. She suggested that Luka could just go slightly more humanoid than his usual Noodle-shape, but still very much like his Snatcher-form. Luka groaned at that name, not for the first time wondering why on earth he had to become the local Mothman equivalent. Clover was next, and had decided to go for something vaguely like a haunted statue, citing that while she wasn’t naturally spooky, she could very much dial it up on the Weeping Angel vibe from Dr. Who. Hattie was very much on board with that idea, before declaring that she and Bonnie would dress up as adventurers who deal with all the “Spooks” of Subcon Forest. That made all the adults chuckle a bit. When everyone turned to MJ though, he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“I’m not sure what I’d go as yet. Not really. I haven’t worn a costume since… well, ever since that one disastrous office party shortly after the shop opened.”

“Oh? You gotta tell me more about that.” Luka grinned widely, the glowing, fanged grin on his face almost cartoonish.

“I’d rather not, but knowing you you won’t stop prying anyways…” He coughed before continuing, face red. “I don’t even know why anymore, but the boss wanted everyone to come in costumes, and I went with the first thing I found on the attic, which was a Prince-costume. It, uh… didn’t survive the night that well. It’s very much ragged now.”

“You can use that, MJ!” Hattie exclaimed. “You could go as a prince-ghost!”

“A… Prince-ghost.” A raised eyebrow.

“Yeah! Maybe you can become more spooky by wearing a mask, and maybe wearing something alongside that outfit! Bracelets or something like that.” MJ thought over that for a moment.

“I guess I could do something like that. I have this old mask on the attic, I found it when… getting new supplies for my charms.”

“You mean when you stole bones.”

“Shut it, Clover. Anyways, it’s been lying on the attic for a while, and it looks pretty weird, so it would work for this, I think.” He rubbed his chin. “I mean, not much that could go wrong there. Worst thing that can happen is, that the costume is eaten by moths.”

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Turns out, there was a lot that could go wrong with the costume MJ had “planned”. Finding the components was not the problem. That appeared later. When he did find the mask though, a shudder ran down his back.

“I forgot how creepy that thing looks…” He muttered, wiping some dust from it. Slightly chipped, light blue paint was revealed, alongside some red stripes and fangs made from actual bones. MJ had enough experience with that to recognize it in a heartbeat. “I really wonder how old it is… A few years at least.” He turned the mask around while mumbling, noticing that the leather strip for holding it in place was still very much intact. “Well, at least I won’t have to replace that.” He got up with a slight groan, back cracking, before grabbing all the clothes and turning to the door. As he went downstairs, he missed the glint of the mask’s eyes.

No twenty minutes later he stood in front of his mirror, tugging at the ragged sleeves of the jacket in slight disdain. “That fit better last time…” He huffed, then shook his head and grabbed the mask lying on the cupboard next to the mirror. “Alright, here goes nothing. Let’s hope I can actually see out of it…” He held the mask up, before pulling the leather strip over his head. The moment the mask touched his face, another shudder ran through him. MJ coughed, then gasped. His head ached, his vision swam, and he felt his knees give. His hands clung to the cupboard, his nails dug into the wood, making grooves in it. He tried to breathe in, but he couldn’t, something was blocking the air from actually reaching his lungs. He coughed, scratched at the mask, only to scream when he could feel it, the sounds horribly disjointed and piercing. He fell to his knees, hands scrabbling at the sides of the mask, only to grasp at nothing. More pain shot through his head, then through his whole body. He managed to look into the mirror at some point, only to rear back in panic. He did not wear a mask, not anymore. Chains and manacles were wrapped around his wrists, wrists that were way too thin and gaunt, and most of all blue. He screamed in fright, the strange and yet horrifyingly similar visage in the mirror contorting itself. He scooted backwards, then watched in horror how his legs began to disappear. He could still feel them, and he was thankful for it, but they were wholly invisible, trousers, shoes and all included. When he tried to grasp at them, his hands managed to go through them, and another unearthly wail freed itself from his throat. This was not how he wanted his Halloween to go, not at all. MJ looked around, then tried to get up, out of the house. He needed to find Luka; he knew how to deal with sudden shapeshifting! Luka should know how to help him, right?

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Frantic knocking on the door followed by frantic yelling was not something Luka had expected this early on the Halloween evening, and for a moment he was entertained to coil up until whoever yelled went away. At least he was, until he heard the actual contents of the yelling, and identified the voice as MJ’s.

“LUKA THATCHER PRINCETON; OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!” Almost on instinct, ingrained from his mother yelling the exact same words, Luka’s mane bristled in shock, and he hurried to the door.

“Coming, MJ!” the moment the door opened, Luka was bowled over by a blue and red blur, and the door was shut noisily.

“Luka, you need to help me! That mask, it.. it.. it did something to me!” MJ sounded close to crying, and it took Luka a moment to answer while he took in the sight of his colleague.

“Holy… MJ? That you?” Luka took in the sight of the quivering mess of a person in front of him. It reminded him vaguely of his friend and co-worker, but at the same time it was very much different, and more in line with, as disturbing as it sounded, a person that had frozen to death at some point.

“Of course that’s me! It’s that damn masks fault! I found it on the attic and tried on that costume I thought of for tonight, and then, I don’t know how, this happened!” MJ threw his arms out, the chains on them rattling noisily. Luka’s eyes widened at that, his fur bristling in shock.

“The Mask? MJ, you have no legs! How on earth… Wait, how did you even get here without anyone seeing you? And are you alright? Except the, you know, obvious?” MJ’s breath hitched at that, and he shivered.

“I have no idea… I can still feel my legs, for your information, but they’re… invisible and intangible, it seems…” He awkwardly rubbed his arms. “As for not being seen… I… kind of have a talent for that? You don’t want to be seen when carrying bones for crafting.” A facepalm from Luka followed that statement.

“Well, I guess that skill did come in handy…” He sighed, then grasped MJ’s shoulder before leading him into the living room. “Sit down for a moment, I’m getting you something to drink. I know how you’re feeling right now. I’m gonna send Hattie to get Clover, I think she should know about this.”

“Good idea…” MJ shook his head slightly. “This… is messed up. I shouldn’t t have picked up that damn mask…”

“Hindsight is 20/20. I shouldn’t have drunk whatever Vanessa ordered, but we can’t change it now. Only work from here, MJ. HATTIE! Come here for a moment.” Not a moment later, the sound of small feet hitting the ground became audible, and Hattie skid to a halt in front of them both.

“MJ?” She tilted her head at the sight of him. He gave a small wave in return. Hattie blinked for a while before looking at her father. “Dad, do I need to get Clover?”

“Please do that, Kiddo. I think we need all hands on deck here.”

“Alright, I’m back in five.” She called, before running out of the door. For a moment, silence fell, then Luka curled up somewhat next to MJ.

“So… want to talk about it?”

“’s not like I have a big choice here, it’s that or silence…” MJ groaned, rubbing his hands over his face. “Does… does it always hurt like that when you change?” His voice was quiet, almost as if he was afraid to ask.

“Only the first time. Never after that. Something I’m rather glad about. Once is enough.” Luka answered truthfully.

“That’s good. I wouldn’t want you to… well, feel pain all the time when you change.” MJ awkwardly rubbed his horn, then asked another question. “Do you think this can be reversed?”

“We can certainly try. Masks are made to be put on and taken off after all, there should be a way to do it.” Luka put one hand on MJ’s shoulder. “Try not to dwell on it for long, we will get this, you hear?” A small smile graced MJ’s face at that, and he nodded. “Good.”

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“So… That happened.” Clover said after a moment of silence after MJ told them what had happened after he put the mask on. “MJ, please do us a favor and burn the Cursed Mask the moment we get that thing off you.” Her tone left no room for arguments, and that she looked very much like a person halfway turned into stone thanks to the magic of make-up helped with that.

“Believe me, that’s first on the list of things I’ll do after this is over.” MJ replied dryly, picking at the manacles around his wrists.

“Does this mean we can’t go out today?” Hattie piped up quietly, wringing the cape of her costume in her hands.

“Oh Kiddo…” Luka started, then looked at the other two adults. “I…”

“As long as someone here can lend me a set of pants or something I can use to conceal the fact that my legs are pretty much invisible and intangible, I can deal. I got the breakdown out of my system earlier.” MJ added, smiling at Hattie. “After all, we promised it to you and Bonnie, didn’t we? Who knows, maybe she has an idea how to get that mask off.” That made Hattie cheer, and she quickly ran into her room, coming back with some yellow cloth that was roughly the same colour as the undershirt MJ still wore.

“We can make that longer, then it looks as if you wear a robe!”

“Not a bad idea, Hattie. We could do that pretty quickly, I think.” Luka hummed.

“Let me do that. No offense Hattie, but you don’t sew as cleanly as I can, and you currently have four fingers in total, Luka.” Clover said, before grabbing MJ and the cloth. “Get me needle and thread, and this is over in ten minutes tops,” she declared.

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The evening was spent in a thankfully rather relaxed manner. Luka ended up making himself look only vaguely humanoid, the robe-solution for MJ’s leg problem worked, and pretty much everyone liked their “costumes”. Bonnie was a bit shocked when she was told what happened to MJ, but offered the possibility that the mask could be taken off after the night was over. After a moment of thinking, it was accepted as a possible solution, after which the demand for candy became loud enough that the group began moving. They ended up encountering the “Snult” along the way, all of them dressed up in the same costume, their heights being the only way to discern who was who.

“So, what are you supposed to be?” MJ asked after a moment of looking the costumes over. Lime and Maya had done pretty good work with the costumes, in his opinion.

“We’re the Subconites! The Loyal Minions of the Snatcher!” came the almost cacophonous reply of over 20 teenagers at once, and Luka looked a bit bewildered, touched, and embarrassed all at once. “That’s a cool costume by the way, Mr. MJ.” Cherry said after a moment, giving the man a thumbs up.

“Oh, thank you.” MJ laughed a bit awkwardly.

“You look like a cryptid. You need a cryptid name now.” One of the subconites said. “MOONJUMPER!” another yelled promptly.

“Moonjumper? Why Moonjumper?”

“Well, because MJ.” Came the prompt reply, said in a tone that suggested a lack of belief in MJ’s intelligence.

“I… guess I can’t say anything against that.”

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The night ended with little fanfare, but a lot of candy. People thought the group costume with the two kids was adorable, and the candy given as pseudo-payment was plenty for it. Bonnie was allowed to sleep over at Hattie’s and Luka’s house that night, and after not even a moment of hesitation MJ and Clover followed suit and slept over as well. Once they all piled up in a rather comfortable cuddle pile, it did not take long for them all to fall asleep. Luka was an excellent and rather warm and comfy snake-ghost-thing, a fact he was not unaware of. It was at about 6 in the morning when MJ woke up again though, his entire body itching and shuddering. He blinked a few times after opening his eyes, noticing that his sight really did not get better, and automatically groped for his glasses, only to notice that he didn’t have them with him. Then the events from yesterday caught up, and his hands flew to his face. He could’ve cried in relief when his hands found the edge of the mask, and he almost tore it from his face.

“You gave me a lot of trouble.” He hissed at it, the almost leering grin and decorated eyes on the wood staring back without an answer. “Can’t wait to throw you into the fire.” He huffed, chucking it into a corner before curling up again. It was too damn early for this, and it was not as if the mask could run away. By closing his eyes, he missed the mask’s eyes gleaming once more, the grin seemingly growing wider, before freezing once more, becoming nothing more than old wood and bone. Hours later, it was thrown into a bonfire, and the ashes scattered into the winds. Nothing remained, no wood, no leather, no teeth made of bone. Only ashes on the wind, never to be seen again. The Mask was gone for good.

#ahit #ahit 'coffee shop au'#The snatcher #moonjumper #hat kid #bow kid #subconites #subconite cherry #subconite lime #subconite maya #the florist #Some body horror courtesy of MJ #MJ gets majora masked and is very unhappy #is the mask sentient? No one knows #and now no one ever will.

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lmaohuh · 4 years ago

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put your head on my shoulder

flarrie (flynn x carrie) au where everything is the same except it’s set in washington

request: none

word count: 2.9k+

tw: mention of character death, fluff with a little angst in the beginning (please let me know if i need to add more trigger warnings !)

a/n: i definitely got carried away but this was super fun

💜💜💜💜💜

Carrie's head slams down on the desk with a loud thud. She had been studying all day for her math test that’ll be in two days. She is in dire need of a distraction right about now. She finally picks her head up and looks around for an activity to keep her occupied for a bit to accompany her procrastination. Carrie catches sight of her window and does a double-take when she notices the small flakes falling from the sky. She walks to her window and quickly throws open her window and goes to lean on the windowsill before thinking twice and grabbing a small towel nearby to lean on to protect her clothes from the puddles that had pooled up.

Her first thought is ‘snow is the gayest weather’ which somehow makes so much sense in her head. After deciding not to dwell on that, she thinks about how different her life has become in the last couple of months. She’s friends with Julie and Flynn again after finally apologizing and having a very sad but very informative talk about what the hell had happened between the trio. It’s still a little awkward at some points but she hopes that in time they’ll be right back to where they were before ‘the idiotic incident’ as she likes to call it.

The boys, Luke, Alex, Reggie, and Willie now too, are very new to her and it took her a long time to comprehend. She saw them at school once after reconciling with Julie and Flynn, before she knew they were ghosts so she said hi and the looks on their faces were priceless. They had a very long and confusing talk as to why she could also now see them because the only people that could see them were her immediate family, Flynn, and her. They had yet to see if her father could see them but they decided that that was for the best because he just found out Julie was in a ghost band and being able to see them constantly is a whole different chapter that he nor Dr. Crystal are ready for.

After all this reminiscing she feels the urge to look under her bed. She walks away from the windowsill and looks hesitantly for the box she knew would be there since she hadn’t touched it in years. Carrie sits on her bed with a bounce holding a pale pink box with gold details that shimmer on the surroundings. She pulls open the magnetic lid to find many piles of crumpled notebook paper, photos, and so much jewelry.

On the front and backs of the crumpled papers are notes scrawled in pink, orange, and purple pen. - they all had their color, Carrie was pink, Julie was purple and Flynn was orange. - none of them wanted to get scolded for talking in class so they would pass notes very discreetly. It took some practice and coordination but due to all of their dance skills, they had finally perfected the pass with grace and elegance.

Friendship bracelets, necklaces, and even a couple of anklets filled the majority of the box. Carrie remembered sitting on Julie’s bed for hours with Flynn making so many of these in varieties of colors and different patterns. They would talk and giggle the night away making jewelry for each other and rarely for themselves. Carrie decides to slip her pink, orange, and purple bracelet on for good luck.

Pictures. There are so many pictures. With Ray being a photographer, everywhere they went there was a picture of them and they all looked so happy. Whether they were at a museum or a theme park they always found a way to make anything fun because they were together. Towards the end of the pile carries stops for a moment and her eyes widen. The picture she’s looking at is from a specific night she will never and can never forget. The picture is of Rose braiding Carrie’s hair into a long french braid and a couple of feet away is Julie painting Flynn’s nails on the coffee table. Carrie’s eyes got misty looking at this picture because this was the place she had declared her home.

When Carrie was a baby her mom had taken off never to be seen or heard from again. Until she met Flynn and Julie in the first grade it was just her and her dad. Then she met Rose. Rose had acted like such a motherly figure and taught her everything her father couldn’t. When she was about eight her father was touring the world and was never home much so she usually slept over at the Molinas since her father deemed it unnecessary to bring such a young child on a tour. She loved the Molinas’ house because it always felt warm and comfortable there. When Rose got sick, she and Julie stayed optimistic. Flynn was always over a lot anyways but once Rose started getting sicker she practically lived there too to help. After Rose passed was when everything happened. Carrie had never been close to or met her biological mother but it still felt like a loss and having to lose another maternal figure in her life was too much to handle. She became cold and distant and when Julie and Flynn confronted her about it, she snapped and they parted ways.

THUD

“oh- shit shit shit”

Carrie looks up and sees a pile of snow on her floor, and she recognizes that voice, and a stupid grin spreads across her face and she forgets about the wet lump of ice on her floor. She runs to the door and peeks her head out seeing a disheveled Flynn panicking below after realizing the snowball soared through the window and didn’t slap against the glass like it should’ve, had Carrie’s window not been previously opened.

A wicked grin spreads across Carrie’s face as she grabs her puffy coat and gloves, closes her window, and runs out to the back door. She opens the door quietly to not alert Flynn and grabs a huge handful of snow and throws it right at the back of Flynn’s head.

Flynn whips around at lightning speed and you can tell from the look in her eyes that it is so on.

Both girls rapidly lean down to make more snowballs but Flynn is faster and chucks it at Carrie while she’s still making hers.

Although both girls are now drenched and covered in snow, Flynn has declared herself the winner because she was faster than Carrie. Carrie states that she had a better aim and the two bicker like a married couple until they both end up giggling at how ridiculous they sound. Flynn falls back into the snow to make a snow angel and Carrie follows suit. Carrie gets up first and reaches her hand out to Flynn who takes it and hoists herself up with it. While admiring their snow angels, Carrie breaks the silence.

“Why’d you come here in the first place, did you wanna talk?”

Flynn tenses up at the question. Carrie knows better than to push her to talk, so she walks toward her and rubs her back. Carrie flushes red at the action. She always used to do this to comfort Flynn but this time it feels different. Carrie had finally come to terms with the fact that she had a gigantic crush on Flynn. She had given up, but the physical touch was not helping her get over said crush.

The snow starts falling hard and the wind starts blowing harder making both girls colder.

“Hey, uh, Flynn, why don’t you come inside? It's getting chilly out here and I can make us some hot cocoa inside?” Carrie asks cautiously as to not rush Flynn into being comfortable around her again.

“Sounds great, I’ll just text my mom that I’m hanging with you for a bit.”

Both girls’ grins are wide and filled with joy. They walk to the front door, arms brushing against one another. They get inside and take off their boots so they don’t lead tracks into the house. They hang up their coats to dry and Carrie glances over to Flynn's braids who have snowflakes littered throughout. Carrie runs to grab two small towels and hands one to her so they can dry off their hair and anything else that might be wet with melted snow.

Carrie walks to the kitchen and Flynn follows close behind. Carrie starts heading to the kitchen and Flynn sits at the island facing Carrie.

“So, where's Uncle T?”

“He’s super busy today with music and meetings and whatever. He hasn't been home since 10 am and he probably won't be home until pretty late tonight.” Carrie’s smile drops a little as she says this, Flynn sees this.

“So, home alone huh. What have you done today, where’s the mess?!”

“Um, I woke up and ate a bagel before my dad left, and then I studied for the math test on Monday.” Flynn's jaw dropped right when she said studying, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Let me just clarify that you are home alone and decided to use this as study time?” Carrie nods, “Are you crazy? You could do anything you wanted to and you studied!”

The Keurig beeps that it's ready but neither girl hears it as they're too focused on each other.

“I have my math final on Monday and I really need to study.”

“So you've been studying all day? It's like 7 pm or something.”

“I told you, my math final is on Monday and I'm stressed and I had to study.”

“That's in two days, there's always tomorrow.” She sings the last part as a little jingle and pairs it with puppy dog eyes. Carrie can't say no to that face, how could she?

“Why don't you stay all day,” a small smile spreads across her face, “I’m home alone and we can hang and watch a movie for the rest of the night.” Realizing what she just did, Carrie flushes red.

So much for not rushing.

There's a pause between the two where they just stare at each other. Carrie starts to feel the rage inside of her, she's mad at herself for thinking that fly-

“Yeah totally, that sounds really fun. I just have to call my mom real quick but I’ll be back.”

Carrie’s thoughts were interrupted by Flynn's acceptance. The brunette leaves her stool with a little hop and wanders into the next room to make the call. Carries rage settles.

At this moment she realizes she should probably pour the hot cocoa now that it's been ready for so long untouched. Flynn wanders back into the room while she pours Flynn's mug.

“Hey, you have stuff that’ll fit me, right?” The thought turns Carrie’s cheeks pink.

“Yeah, yeah I have stuff that'll fit you.”

“Good, because my mom doesn't want me to walk back to grab clothes since the storm has gotten worse and it's dark.”

Carrie nods and hums in understanding.

Flynn tries to take the mug of hot cocoa before it's finished.

“Wait, it's not done yet!” Carrie goes to the refrigerator and grabs the aerosol can of whipped cream and her jar of pirouline wafer sticks. She puts a stick into the mug so it sticks out and then sprays a huge dollop of the cream onto the cocoa. “There.”

“You remember my hot cocoa toppings?” She says with a chuckle

“How could I forget, if I did you probably would have thrown a fit and I can't handle crazy Flynn.” She teases, but you can tell there's love there.

“That is so MEANNNN!” She says with fake sadness and shock. Both girls are left in giggles.

Carrie pours her own mug and then grabs her jar of mini marshmallows. She grabs a handful and plops them into the warm pool of chocolate. She tops it off with whipped cream.

“Still on that mini marshmallow kick?”

“They are better than the other types of marshmallows.”

“Carrie, they are all the same marshmallows.”

“They taste different!” Both girls laugh at her ridiculous antics.

Carrie had been using only mini marshmallows for everything since she was a kid and refuses to admit that all marshmallows are the same no matter their size.

Carrie goes and walks around the island to go sit where Flynn is. They both drink in silence for a moment to embrace the warmth of the cocoa before Flynn sets her mug down and gets all tense again. Carrie opens her mouth to ask what's wrong but Flynn speaks first.

“Do you wanna know what I was gonna say earlier?” She whispers this as if what they're discussing is top secret. Carrie turns her head to the right and sees Flynn's hands wrapped around her mug as she stares into the mug.

“If you want to tell me, you know I’m here for you.” Carrie matches Flynn's volume. At this volume, she feels like she and Flynn are in a bubble, floating above all. Speaking too loud would burst their bubble and would send both of them flying down to the ground.

“I like you.” Carrie's head whips up faster than anything she's ever seen.

“What”

“I like you and have liked you for so long and it's very clear that the feelings aren't reciprocated so I shou-”

Carrie wasn't always an impulsive person but right now seemed like a perfect time for impulsive decision making. Carrie cut Flynn off by kissing her. It took a moment for Flynn to realize what was happening but she soon started kissing back. It wasn't anything intense like their constant bickering, it was soft and sweet. She had always seen in movies these intense and hot kisses and read about them in books but this, this was way better. They break apart and stare at each other for a moment realizing what they just did. Both girls wear the largest grins on their faces. Carrie breaks the silence.

“Hi.”

“Hi, sorry, did you get lost or…” Flynn teases. Carries mouth drop open with a smile and she runs to the couch to grab a pillow and wack her with it, “What was that for!”

“That was for being mean after I just kissed you.” She pouts. Both girls laugh. Yeah, this is where they're supposed to be.

“What are we, like what is this,” Flynn gestures back and forth between the two of them, ”now.”

“Well, this is kind of like a date, right?” Flynn cocks her head to the side then nods, “Then I guess we are like ‘dating and we’ll see’ type of thing?”

“Sounds perfect.” Both of their hearts are filled with warmth in each other's presence.

“Hey I have an idea, what do you say to popcorn and movie night?”

“Can we watch Tangled?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

Tangled had been their movie ever since they were little. Flynn was always obsessed with the fact that her name was the prince's name and Carrie loved the pretty purple dress that Rapunzel wore. Their favorite part of the movie they both agreed on, the frying pan. The thought of taking a frying pan and hitting someone with it was so funny to them and a little concerning to their parents who were scared that their daughters were going to start wielding frying pans.

“I’ll make the popcorn, you set up the movie.”

“Okay, go team go.” Flynn mocks.

“You are the worst.”

Flynn answers her by shooting her the biggest smile she has and Carrie just rolls her eyes. God, she's so lucky.

Carrie grabs a bag of popcorn from the pantry and throws it into the microwave. She presses the popcorn button because after numerous amounts of tests the popcorn button actually pops the popcorn the most successfully. As Carrie is watching the popcorn, Flynn is sitting on the couch going through Disney Plus to find Tangled.

“It should be on my continue watching section.”

“You watched it without me!” Flynn whips her head around in fake dramatic form.

“Of course not, I'm not a monster.” Flynn raises an eyebrow and Carrie simply ignores the teasing. “My little cousin and her friend were over and they wanted to watch Tangled so I put it on for them. I can already hear your question, no I did not watch with them, I cleaned the kitchen to make sure I didn't.”

“I'll let it slide this time.”

The popcorn beeps so Carrie pulls it out of the microwave. She puts it into one big bowl and walks over to the couch and sits right next to Flynn. Flynn already had gotten down more blankets and pillows to snuggle with because she knows you can never have too many. As Carrie settles in, Flynn plays the movie. Flynn grabs a handful of popcorn and lays her head on Carrie’s shoulder. After Carrie's initial bluescreen moment she rests her head onto hers.

By the middle of the movie, Flynn falls asleep first with Carrie not far behind.

At around 10 pm, Trevor gets home and comes in quietly not sure where Carrie is and if she's asleep or not. That's when he sees two heads leaning on each other completely still. The tv has shut off by now automatically so he knows they fell asleep. He walks to the front of the couch to see their two little faces squished up against each other. He quickly snaps a picture for Carrie knowing she loved pictures and would want another to add to her stack that she had hidden somewhere. He walks up the stairs as quietly as possible and goes to sleep knowing that his daughter is happy.

(i don’t like how i worded the ending but yall get the gist)

#flarrie #flynn x carrie #trevor wilson #carrie wilson #rose molina #julie molina #flynn nolastname #jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #reggie peters #alex mercer #willie nolastname #jatp fanfic #jatp fic #netflixwewantjatp2 #jadah marie #savannah may

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tiredb0igivemesugars · 4 years ago

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The Best Christmas

Summary: the reader doesn’t like Christmas but their boyfriend Peter wants them to have the best Christmas ever.

Pairing: gender neutral!reader x Peter Parker

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: some swearing, drunkness and sexual themes mentioned.

Notes: So it has literally been forever since I posted anything but here’s a little something for Christmas. Sorry for any errors!

The last school day before Christmas break starts was officially over. Walking home now in the cold New York weather, you could see how your school got smaller and smaller. You dragged your feet along the pavement. The weather had been unsteady for the week, going as low as 20 on the coldest days, there were a few warmer days after those, causing the snow to melt and create very slippery ice all over the place. It was snowing again, a thin layer of snow already covering the ice. The small rocks that were spread across the streets to make them less slippery were your source of entertainment for the way home. You kicked the small rocks forward with your dragging feet, creating long marks on the snow, you smiled to yourself. It was nice to have a break from school since who the hell likes school, but you weren’t that thrilled about Christmas. You had been called the grinch by your friends as a joke since you pretty much hated Christmas, you just didn’t get it. The whole idea of it. Your boyfriend Peter on the other hand was the most Christmas person you had ever met, he was asking you what you want for Christmas in September for christ’ sake. Peter had been shocked when he found out that you didn’t celebrate Christmas and he made it his life mission to make you have the best Christmas in your life. Speaking of Christmas presents, you had no idea what to get Peter, you tried to ask your friends and even some of the Avengers what you could get him, but all of the ideas seemed rather silly and unnecessary. You would personally love something useful for Christmas and honestly, a useful present seemed the best and safest, which begged the question: ”What does Peter need?”

”Y/n!” You heard the familiar voice of Peter Parker yell. You turned around to see him sprinting across the ice, making no effort in not trying to fall, which he did do. He fell, flew across the air towards you before his stomach hit the ground, right by your feet. ”Hi,” was all Peter said when he saw you, now much closer. ”Don’t run on the ice,” you said as you helped Peter stand up and began walking with him. Your hand found its familiar place within Peter’s. ”Any Christmas plans?” Peter asked. You sighed before answering. ”No. Just a regular day for me,” you said, knowing well that Peter was aware of your plans, he must be working on something. ”It’s not a regular day anymore, you’re spending Christmas with me!” Peter exclaimed as he jumped in front of you, almost falling, again. You reached forward a little to help Peter restore his balance and continued your way forward, ”I guess I’ll come since I have nothing better to do. Do I have to wear something nice?” You finally gave in. ”Nothing too nice, like what you’d wear to a job interview,” Peter explained, more calm this time. You nodded.

Peter’s home smelled nice, it always did. Aunt May burned a lot of Christmas scented candles in the apartment, which kind of ruined the original smell of the place, but you didn’t complain. She greeted the two of you by yelling from the kitchen when you entered Peter’s home. ”Hi Aunt May! Y/n is going to stay over for a couple of hours,” Peter yelled. ”Okay, keep the door cracked!” May yelled back. The idea was to study but knowing Peter, you doubted it. You could maybe be able to do one math equation and read one chapter of some subject before Peter came up with something else. Last week it was you throwing something at him while he had his eyes closed, the idea behind this was to test his spidey-sense. But this week, it was going to be something different, you could see it in him. When he sat a little closer to you than usual on the floor when he loomed over you for a little longer as he reached over you to grab a book. You were sure of it when he placed a hand on your thigh. ”Peter,” you finally said, not really knowing how you were going to continue. You had kissed before, made out, dry humped each other, but you had a feeling Peter was after more today. You weren’t opposed to the idea, but his aunt was home, his door wasn’t even closed. Peter closed the book that was laid out in front of you and threw it somewhere in the room. He sat before you, his hand now on your cheek, caressing it. ”What?” He answered, looking almost smug. ”What are you after?” You asked, staring at him with tired eyes. ”Do I need to be after something if I want to kiss my darling?” Peter asked, trying to act innocent. You smiled a little, finding it heartwarming when he called you darling. ”Okay fine, but just one kiss. Then we’ll continue with our homework,” you gave in. Peter smiled as he placed his lips on yours, now both hands framing your face.

You returned the kiss, letting Peter’s tongue enter your mouth, but not too much. You felt Peter’s other hand leave your face, grabbing your waist. He pulled you towards him, that’s when you broke off. ”No I’m not going to sit in your lap, I’ll crush you,” you whined, already knowing you’d gone too far, now things needed finishing. Peter blew a raspberry with his mouth as he pulled you into his lap ”I’ve been crushed by a building before. You’re a feather,” he said as he sweetly kissed your cheek. You tried to support your weight with your knees, but Peter noticed what you were doing and made you settle down. ”Peter I’m going to get take out, what do you guys want?” May yelled from the front door. Peter looked at you, waiting for you to tell him what you wanted. ”Just something with chicken is fine,” you almost whispered. ”Lot’s of chicken, all they can spare!” Peter yelled, earning a small smack from you. The front door closed, May had left, leaving you two alone.

Peter’s lips returned to yours, now hungrier. His hands roamed you up and down your sides. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Your fingers tugged on his hair. He eventually moved from your mouth to your neck, breathing heavily he nibbled on your neck, you were glad you brought a scarf along. It was like electricity, shooting throughout your body. You didn’t even realise what kind of noises you were letting out until Peter called your name. ”What?” You asked, out of breath. ”The bed,” he said, more of a question even if it wasn’t structured in that way. Before you had the chance to even think about what to answer, the front door opened. You immediately sprinted out of Peter’s lap to sit on the bed, as far away from Peter as possible to catch your breath. ”Peter! Y/n! I’m back. They, unfortunately, said that they can’t give me all their chicken but I got enough for a family of five so come dig in!” Aunt May yelled as she swung through the apartment to place to food on the table. ”Yeah we’ll be out in a minute,” Peter yelled. You both needed a minute, you needed a scarf.

Once your heart rate had gone down enough, you stood up and grabbed the scarf from your bag. ”You ready?” You asked Peter who was still sat on the floor. Peter smiled as he jumped up and grabbed your hand and led you into the kitchen. Peter and May had a full-blown conversation, which might’ve been an argument, it was hard to tell but they laughed at one point so maybe not. May asked you about your Christmas plans, you explained that it was nothing special, not sure if it was okay to tell May that you had been invited to spend Christmas with Peter.

Peter walked you back home around eight. Happy was coming to get you at 5 PM the next day, that’s what Peter told you. You kissed him goodbye outside before going in. It was time to worry about what to get Peter. You stayed up late, thinking. At 2 in the morning, you got the idea, sure it was sappy but it was something. You immediately emailed a shop asking if your order would be ready to be picked up at 4 PM the next day, you knew that there was probably no hope for you to get it but at least you tried. You went to sleep around 5, beyond exhausted. You set an alarm for 3 PM so you had time to shower and get ready. When you woke up that afternoon you were shocked to find that they had answered to your email, you were happy that your boyfriend had a generic name. You agreed to pick up the bracelet with Peter's name carved to it at 4 PM.

To say that you were nervous would be an understatement, your hands were so sweaty and they were shaking. Most of the anxiousness luckily washed away when you saw Peter in the backseat of Happy's car, he came to knock on your door. "May has to work today so it's just the two of us with Mr Stark and the others," Peter smiled when you opened the door. "Oh, okay," was all you said, not sure how you were feeling. The car ride went along smoothly if you didn't count the extra 30 minutes that you were stuck in traffic. Peter had suited himself to black pants and a sleeveless sweater over a white button-up, hair slicked back. You had found a pair of plaid pants in your wardrobe and paired them with a sweatshirt, not forgetting to put a turtle neck under the shirt. "You look adorable," Peter said when he got a better look at your outfit outside the Stark residence. You blushed, also complimenting his outfit.

Thor was by the door waiting for two of you. "Spider and y/n, you're here! Took you long enough!" He said as soon as you two got closer to him. "We got stuck in traffic," Peter said as he led up inside, following Thor. He engaged himself in the conversation with Thor, leaving you to take in the sight of a house fully covered in decorations. Pepper must really love Christmas, you thought to yourself. Every avenger and non-avenger were there, you believe you even saw a glimpse of Nick Fury. Steve was drunk in the living room having a heated conversation with Falcon. Hawkeye, Bucky and Natasha were somewhere else, probably up to no good. Tony and Pepper were in the kitchen trying to get the final details for the dinner. "Y/n! Peter! You arrived!" Steve yelled from the living room. "Wanna go place the presents under the tree?" Peter asked as he turned towards you, you nodded. You had only gotten a present for Peter, and seeing the pile of presents by the tree you began to regret your decision. Maybe you should've gotten everyone a gift.

"Dinner!" Pepper yelled before you could voice your concerns to Peter. You sat next to Peter, opposite of an empty place. The long table was filled except for that one seat. Tony and Pepper on the ends of the long table, Peter on Tony's left side, Nick Fury opposite to him. Pepper had Morgan by her side along with Bruce. You eyed the table, everyone was there, except for... "Where's Loki?" you asked, wanting to see your friend. You liked how cynical he was, he understood your jokes too, even if he didn't really like you, at least that's how you felt. "He'll show, he always does," Tony said.

He wasn't wrong, Loki did show, in the empty seat opposite of you. Everyone indulged themselves with the delicious cooking that was made by Pepper. "Tony hates cooking, loathes the kitchen, but Christmases, you have to drag the man out!" Pepper exclaimed, causing a wave of laughter to go through the table. "I don't understand this," Loki said, mostly to himself. "Neither do I, never did," you said to him. He turned to look at you, surprised you heard him. "I understand this feast but this "holiday" goes beyond me," Loki continued. "Tell me about it!" You said, happy to have found someone who shared your frustration.

Both of you got lost in the conversation, almost losing the track of time. You had moved on from the dinner to dessert, now you were all just sitting and chatting, soon to be retrieved into the living room. "I mean gifts! It's so hard to buy people gifts!" You complained. Loki said something about gifts too, but you didn't hear what since there was suddenly yelling happening. Drunk Steve was picking a fight with Natasha. "Why is he drunk?" You asked Peter. "He doesn't like Christmas," Tony answered before Peter had the chance to. "And from what I gather, you don't either," Tony said. "It's just not my holiday. We've never celebrated it in my family," you explained as plainly as you could. "You never told me that you have never even had a Christmas!" Peter suddenly yelled.

Suddenly everyone was turned to you. "You've never had a Christmas?" Pepper asked, shocked. "What? It's just Christmas," you said, feeling how your face was changing colour from the attention. "But we have to open presents now then," Pepper continued. Everyone rose from the table. Bucky with a little hop in his steps, he liked Christmas, he was even wearing an ugly Christmas sweater. Morgan absolutely demanded to be the one to give out the presents. You wanted to ask if Morgan needed help with reading the names but decided against it. She was Tony Stark's kid, for all you knew she could already be taking college classes. When she first read your name and came to give you the present you just thought it was the one Peter got you, but by the time she was bringing out the fifth present you were already overwhelmed. "Why do I have so many presents?" You asked Peter who sat next to you on the shared armchair. "What do you mean many? You only got five so far," Peter whispered. "So far? How many am I getting?" You asked, panic evident in your voice. "I'm guessing everyone got you a gift so do the math," Peter said, not really understanding why you were freaking out. "I only got you a gift this is so embarrassing!" you mumbled into your hands.

Peter put his arm over your shoulders to offer you some comfort. "It's okay. I didn't give a present to everyone either. We can say that the presents I gave are from both of us," Peter said. Peter was too kind. Way too kind.

You ended up with almost 20 gifts, which was impossible to comprehend for your brain. You had so far gotten two sweaters, a book, chocolate, a pair of new sneakers and Tony had gifted you a phone. Suddenly you felt Peter hugging you. "What is it?" You asked, confused. "Your gift," Peter said, showing the bracelet. "Oh this silly thing, I just didn't know what else to give. Do you like it?" You asked. Peter stared at the bracelet. "I love it, thank you so much," he said and pressed a kiss on your cheek. "Look, if you turn it around it has "I love you" carved in morse code," you pointed out. You helped Peter put it on before you returned to opening your gifts. You could hear Morgan yell as she ran through the living room, happy that she got the gift she had wanted. Peter's gift ended up in your hands, you knew it was Peter's since he couldn't wrap things for shit.

When the wrapping paper revealed a notebook you knew that tears would flow. Your hands shook as you turned each page, examining each page with care. A picture of the two of you, date and a small note. Maybe what you had done together that day, maybe just something sweet. You saw as your tears wet the pages of the notebook. What did you ever do to deserve a boyfriend like Peter? You closed the book, not wanting to bawl your eyes out in front of everyone. Peter's hand wrapped around yours. "Did you like it?" he asked. "You're an asshole. But yes, I liked it," you said and kissed Peter's cheek.

Tony went to put Morgan to sleep later, after that it was just calm "adult talk". Steve was sleeping on the couch, taking the whole space but their friends could care less and sat on top of the sleeping Steve. You and Peter reigned over the armchair, you found a nice place under Peter's shoulder, your arms wrapped around his middle. "Thank you for giving me my best Christmas," you said to Peter, trying to say it without anyone hearing. "Your only Christmas," Peter corrected. You smiled. "But still, it's the only, the best and I love you," you said, trying to keep the moment serious. "I love you too," Peter said and kissed you. It was a sweet, loving kiss, tasted like brandy.

Maybe Christmases weren't so bad after all.

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