#they may just be hanging out.. screwing around... and she gets jealous because she wants his attention all to herself

[hauntedjellyfishwitch-blog]

First off your writing is incredible. I was in literal tears reading your Daryl fic.

But I thought I'd send in a request, a jealous Daryl. Doesnt have to be established reader, pretty easy. I just like it when he's all riled up. 😂 Please and thank you

Jealousy

Summary: He could have just told her, couldn’t he? That would have been simple. He’d had to yell at her instead though, because Daryl can never do things the usual way round. Hand down her skirt and about to run away for the second time really was more his style.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader (No use of Y/N)

TW: Nervous!Daryl. Angst. Fluff. Friends to lovers. Alexandria era. Vague, very short smut.

A/N: Thank you for this request and the beautiful compliment! I may have rushed the editing a little so if you notice any errors please tell me!

It’s not that she’s been avoiding him, it’s the complete opposite, she’s absolutely, inarguably, infuriatingly normal. He’s clawing at the walls of his own brain and she’s acting as if everything is fine. Maybe it is, he thinks, maybe she’s over it, maybe she’s been over it since the second he screwed it up and he’s the only one still hanging on to whatever it was in the first place. He can’t even claim he’s hanging on to much, they’d barely even kissed and it was months ago, but he hadn’t exactly been good at this kind of thing before the world threw a damn apocalypse into the mix.

He’d loved her since the moment he’d heard her laugh. He’d found her in a cabin in the woods on a run, just after Woodbury had fallen, back when the prison was still strong. He didn’t want to bring her back, one more mouth to feed, one more person to keep an eye on, but she’d saved him from a rogue walker he hadn’t seen coming, shrugged like it was nothing, like she’d have done it for anyone. She’d offered him food and water, a rundown but relatively safe place to lay low for a few hours, she was kind. The words were tumbling from his lips before he’d really thought about them.

He’d avoided her for a good while, despite her efforts to befriend him, he’d lost so much already he didn’t want to let her in. But then he’d said something sarcastic, something snappy and prissy and she’d laughed; an honest to goodness belly laugh that had her head throwing back and him smiling from the side of his mouth despite himself and something deep in his chest felt warm.

So he’d loved her, quietly and from a distance. Safe. Until she’d kissed him.

He watches as she laughs, the same laugh, big and warm and real. It’s not aimed at him, and he hates it. After he’d run away from her, he worried he wouldn’t hear it again, but he’d been wrong, and this was worse. He taps his fingers against his thigh, trying to keep a scowl from his face. Failing. He thinks steam would come out of his ears if it were within the realm of possibility.

He’s always too late. Always takes too long to get comfortable. Always spends so long waiting that he misses out on the thing he wanted, and she’s not a thing but his blood is fucking boiling. At the man she’s talking to, at himself, at her too if he’s a little honest.

The man, who’s name he doesn’t know and now never wants to, is handsome. If you’re into that suburban, well groomed, boring kind of thing. He has a punchable face. Daryl is not allowed to punch people unless its necessary anymore, Rick has told him that explicitly but surely flirting with his…flirting with the woman he’s in lo…flirting with her makes it necessary.

He can’t stand the thought that he might not be the last person to kiss her lips. He can’t stand looking any longer, but he doesn’t mean for his knife to clatter loudly on the floor as he tries to flee. He doesn’t dare turn around, but he’d be able to tell she was looking at him even in pitch black. Knows she’s watching the solid, tense set of his shoulders as he retreats.

-

She startles at the sight of him sitting on her porch, quickly schooling her face into the nonchalance she’s been practicing around him since they arrived. It was easy enough, on the road, to pretend he hadn’t hurt her. They were so busy trying to survive, so busy being busy that she could avoid an inevitable conversation where she’d had to apologise for getting their wires crossed.

But since they’ve been behind the walls of Alexandria? She can’t stop herself from searching him out, finding excuses to be near him, trying to act like they were back at the prison. Friends. She can do friends. She has been absolutely nailing being just friends, as long as she can ignore the tightness in her chest and the way she feels like she’s going to cry every time she walks away. Friends.

She flips the knife in her hand with ease, shielding his hand from the blade as she passes it back to him. He nods his thanks as he squints up at her.

“What crawled up your ass tonight?” She asks, but there’s a teasing smile on her face as leans against the railing to her house. The porch light is dim, warm golden yellow illuminating them. Daryl hasn’t been one for a lot of words in a long time, but he intends to bat the question away, distract her with something funny, something acerbic but good natured. Friendly, he can do friendly. He can’t, could barely do it on the road after everything happened. Now though, when she’s showered and brushed her hair and dressed up, lit up by a damn porch light? He doesn’t stand a chance.

“Dun’ kiss him”

“What the fuck?”

Fists clenching to calm himself down, unfurling them when he feels more grounded, he looks up at her again, daring to lock his eyes onto hers.

“Ya like him…tha’ guy?” He tries to keep his voice steady, hopes she doesn’t understand he’s begging her to say no, begging for her to give him a chance, but how many can one man have?

“Why are you asking me this?”

“Dun’ kiss him, please” He asks again, with a shake of his head, knocking his hair in front of his eyes as the ground in front of him becomes the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. She sighs quietly, but the sound reverberates in his brain, he can hear the disappointment that weighs it down, the disappointment he’d hoped to avoid by avoiding talking about this thing between them entirely.

“I’m not having this conversation with you on the porch” She pushes herself off the railing, turning to open the front floor. She means for him to leave but he follows her inside, tapping his fingers nervously against his thigh as he closes the door behind him. Every part of his body is telling him to run.

“I know I ain’t got no right t’ ask”

“No, you don’t. Why are you asking?”

“‘cause I can’t stand it”

“Why do you care?”

“’cause ya shouldn’t be wit’ him!”

“Who should I be with then, Daryl? Huh?” He doesn’t respond, not that she expects him to, head hanging low toward the ground “You have no answer, because it’s not you, is it? You didn’t want me!”

“I didn’t-what?”

He’d tried to make it obvious, had given her extra food, had nudged her shoulder with his, had talked to her more than anyone else. But she’d tried to kiss him and he’d fled, had retreated safely back into the comfort of his walls. Then he’d come back. He’d kissed her and again he’d fled. Daryl Dixon is the human embodiment of emotional whiplash. He knows he’s not easy, but he thought at least he’d been clear, he can’t imagine the way he looks at her has ever been subtle.

“I did want ya”

Her mind thinks over the weeks he’s been standoffish, the time he’s spent avoiding her touches, thinks back the first week they’d arrived here and he’s barely spoken a word, all the while watching her with an intensity that would have been uncomfortable if she hadn’t wanted his attention.

“I can’t do this, you can’t play with my head because you’re jealous all of a sudden”

“Ain’t jealous” He argues, knowing they both know he’s lying, but he still, even now, won’t let himself be vulnerable. “I know I fucked up, ‘kay? I know, but I’m ‘ere now!”

He snarls, frustrated and bordering on vicious, practically diving towards her as his hands grip her hips tight enough to bruise. He smashes his lips against hers, unpractised and clumsily before his brain catches up and he goes to pull away. Her response is so fast he doesn’t get a chance, dragging him back in as his brain shuts down.

The kiss is hard, angry and fast, all hip bones pressing into hip bones and teeth clacking against teeth. It’s not the romantic, affectionate start she was hoping for. It’s not the gentle steady and slow he was. She’s angry, he is too she can feel it in his body as he presses it against her.

The room spins, air thick and foggy with months’ worth of frustration, tension so thick it could be cut, it’s only when he swallows a heady, deep moan from her that he realises he needs more. Tongue sweeping into her mouth he grips the fabric of her skirt in his hand, bunching it up until he can reach an insistent, rough calloused hand inside her underwear, ripping his lips away from hers to heave a breath in. She’s soaked, dripping around his fingers and he’ll have time to be absolutely fucking floored by that when he recounts this later. His forehead sticks to hers as she moans.

It’s not that he hasn’t had trysts before, it’s just that they were short and unimportant, he’s barely been confident enough to use his hands. He wants to touch her in the right way, wants to know what he’s doing but she’s snaking a hand into his trousers and wrapping her fingers around his cock so thinking isn’t the top of his priorities right now.

It feels incredible, and in the vague recess of his brain he thinks he should have done this at a pace he'd be more comfortable with but he hasn’t done this in years, and barely successfully then so its not long before he comes all over her hand, whining as his head dips down to pant heavily against her collarbone. His fingers still, embarrassed and suddenly full of crippling self-doubt. She knows he’s going to remove them about a second before he does.

A thud echoes through the suddenly too big room as she tips her head back to hit the wall behind her.

“You leaving?” She lets out an incredulous laugh, hurt, betrayed, surprisingly unsurprised. The zip on his trousers seems louder than anything she’d yelled at him less than an hour before. It feels like an eternity before she lowers her head to look at him, doesn’t bother to mask the absolute disappointment on her features.

“I-uh-yeah-I”

She can practically see the walls slamming back up around him, the walls she’s been watching for weeks. A tear rolls down her cheek as he turns away from her, heading towards the front door.

“You don’t get another chance with me, Daryl” the finality in her voice makes him pause, hand on the doorknob. She sighs, hating that she’s about to give him the grace she is “You need to make up your mind, because I’m not waiting for you, not again. If you’re not certain by tomorrow you need to leave me alone”

The shaky nod from him is so small its almost imperceptible.

-

She’s not expecting the knock on her door as soon as the sun is up, really she isn’t. The whole night has been sleepless and filled to the brim with dread, knowing for sure that he wants her but fully believing he will never be able to let himself have her. She isn’t unaware of Daryl’s tendency to self-destruct. Maybe this is it, she thinks, maybe he values her enough as a friend if nothing else, to tell her face to face, but he’d never been able to before and the tiniest hint of hope lights her up as she treads carefully down the stairs.

Daryl stands there with a small, nervous but hopeful smile on his face. The hope hasn’t missed him, either. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, so out of his depth he might as well be drowning, but the knowledge that she wants this too means he’d rather fumble his way through this with her than do well without her.

“I’m a’ idiot”

“Yes you are” She laughs, setting him alight on the inside. The laugh that started al of this, almost. Doubt underneath her voice is the thing that finally settles it for him, makes him pull her towards him, gentle this time, the way he’d wanted. He’ll never let her doubt his feelings even when he doubts himself.

“I always wanted ya” he murmurs against her lips before closing the distance.

“You’re not going to run away again?”

“Ain’t runnin’, ain’t ever runnin’ again”

[lovelyjj]

"I want only you." with jj maybank from the prompt list ??

Jealousy

jj maybank x reader

wc: 1.2k

JJ was going from girl to girl. He was having one-night stands. He was hooking up with every touron in sight. Truth be told JJ was trying to fill a void. He loved you and he was sure you didn’t love him back. He felt like he wasn’t good enough for you.

It was another party at some kooks house, how you and your friends, the pouges, got invited was a mystery. You were having fun dancing and drinking the usual partying scene.

You were getting yourself another drink when you saw him. You saw JJ talking to a girl that you didn’t know. You felt a pain in your chest at the sight. You didn’t know what was being said but you could bet 100 dollars that he was flirting with her.

The drink you got was a mai tai. It entered your system and made you a little buzzed. The idea of having to watch JJ flirt was nauseating. Therefore, you decided to wander upstairs.

You passed by a couple who was making out on the top of the stairs. You wandered down the hallway and tried a few doors but they were all locked. Eventually, finding nothing entertaining you decided to head back downstairs. As you turned around you were met with a hard chest.

“Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t see-“ you started.

“Rafe.”

“Hiya princess, what’s a pretty girl like you doing up here all alone,” Rafe smirked.

“Nothing I was just looking for the bathroom,” you spoke quietly choosing to lie instead of telling him you were just wandering around.

“Second door on the left,” Rafe pointed.

“Hey and maybe when your done we could get you another drink!” Rafe shouted as you walked towards the bathroom.

The bathroom was nice but you didn’t want to be in there long. You simply did your business and walked back out to the party. Rafe was leaning against the wall, waiting for you.

“There she is!” Rafe gestured towards you outstretching his hands.

“Yeah yeah yeah so where’s this drink you promised?”

“Come with me,” Rafe put his arm around your shoulder and led you downstairs.

When you reached the kitchen, Rafe pulled out two mai tais from the cooler. He handed you one and whispered in your ear, “drink up.”

You did as you were told and before you knew it you were on your fourth. You were standing around talking to Rafe about random things when you see JJ racing towards you and Rafe.

He got right up in your face and started yelling.

“What the hell do you think your doing?!”

“Drinking,” you slurred.

“With Rafe?” JJ accused.

“Yeah with Rafe, you were too busy eye fucking that poor girl,” you spat.

“Right so you keeping tabs on me now?” JJ questioned.

“No but you have no right to be jealous when all you do is hook up with other girls,” you shouted.

“Oh that’s rich. I’m not jealous, I’m just surprised your hanging out with this kook.”

“Why do you care?”

“Because I care. I care about you ok?! Is that so hard to believe? Rafe is bad news,” JJ yelled.

“You have a funny way of showing it,” you pointed your finger at him. You went to take a step towards him but you lost your balance and fell forward. JJ caught you thankfully.

The proximity of you and JJ got you flustered. The alcohol already was making you flushed you didn’t need to increase it. You could smell the alcohol on JJ’s breath, it was hitting your face.

“Thanks,” you acknowledged for catching you.

“No problem,” he breathed.

“If your little cat fight is over, I wasn’t done talking to y/n,” Rafe cut in.

“You know what Rafe, be my guest. Screw this I’m out of here. Hang out with whoever you want,” JJ stormed off leaving you drunk on his aroma. The few seconds that you were that close to him left you feeling dizzy.

“I’m glad that we’re finally alone,” Rafe expressed.

“Thanks for the drinks but I have to go,” you spoke quickly.

You wanted to find JJ and talk to him anything to continue to be around him but you had no luck. He was gone. You wondered if he found a girl to go home with. You hope not.

Kiara was the one who got you home safely because you were too drunk to do so yourself and you tried asking her about JJ but she knew nothing. When you finally made it to your room, you went to bed that night hoping JJ’s jealousy was real and that he wasn’t hooking up with a girl tonight.

——————

You woke up with a terrible hangover. You had a bad headache and you were feeling nauseous. You wanted to hide under the covers and never come out.

The day was bright and sunny, making you cringe from all the light. The headache you had didn’t help. You were sensitive from the light due to your hangover.

You want to check your phone and realized you had a text from JJ.

JJ: can we please talk?

Y/N: yeah I guess so.

JJ: come to the château.

The walk over to the château wasn’t that bad but your head was pounding. JJ was outside waiting for you.

“Hey you came!?” JJ stated.

“Yep.”

“Ok just listen and let me speak first,” JJ demanded.

You nodded your head.

“About the party, seeing you with Rafe made me really angry. I was super jealous and I know I have no right to be jealous but I was. I wanted to punch the living daylights out of him for even looking in your direction. You make me feel things I never thought I would feel. I think I’m better with you in my life, and I love you.” JJ finished.

You were shocked by his speech, you didn’t expect him to say that at all. You stood there thinking how to respond to that with JJ looking at you for an answer.

“How will I know that you’re loyal?” you asked.

“I want only you,” JJ replied.

“Do you mean that?”

“Yes, I mean every word. No girl could ever compare to you.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“So all those girls you were with mean nothing to you?” you raised a brow.

“I was only with those girls because I thought you would never love me back. I was being stupid and careless.” JJ explained.

“It really hurt me to see you with them.”

“So you were jealous?” JJ smirked.

“What No i- maybe,” you pondered.

JJ laughed and you were excited to see him so happy.

“Listen JJ I’ve always loved you,” you started.

JJ let out a sigh of relief, like he was holding his breath waiting for you to tell him that you love him.

“Good.”

“Can i kiss you i’m dying over here.” JJ pleaded.

“Yes.”

JJ grabbed your face and placed his lips on yours. The kiss was heated and frantic. You were relieved that he was kissing you. JJ was eager. Your lips were crushing together. JJ’s blood was rushing through his veins. JJ’s hands were cupping your cheek.

When the kiss was over both of your were smiling.

“Come back here,” JJ spoke.

You grinned into the second kiss. JJ moving one hand to your waist to pull your body closer to his. The other hand moved to your neck.

When it was over you were both breathing heavy.

“it’s just you and me against the world.” JJ acknowledged.

“Yep.”

[yourmumsc0ck]

Friends?

Summary: Sabine gets a bit jealous when you run into an old friend

Sabine Wren x Fem!GhostCrewR (she/her used)

Word count: 2.2k

"When you said 'I know a place'," Sabine mumbles, looking around the back alley with a hint of wariness, "I didn't know you meant a place to get murdered."

"Never thought I'd hear a Mandalorian so worried for their own safety," I smirk, taking a few more well-versed turns and jumps to get through the cramped space.

"It's just that I saw a nice enough place out on the main square," she continues, "but instead-"

"-instead, I'm taking you to the best bar this side of the west spice triangle," I reiterate what I had told her earlier. Honestly, I'm taking her this far because I just wanted us to get away from the others for once.

She pauses, turning the final corner right behind me. Rapid blurs of holo-ads and brightly-illuminated signs envelope the small dead end. She appears uncertain at first, but her curiosity soon grows, "How do we get in?"

"No travellers 'find' this place, so the only ones who use the front door are Imps. The bell on the door may as well be an alarm siren," to our right, I push back a few weathered shirts hanging on a washing-line, before pulling a large metal panel (discreetly screwed onto hinges) aside. With the press of a well-worn blue button, the back door a few steps below slides open silently. I gesture her forwards, "After you, madam."

"Shut up," she lightly shoves me down the steps ahead of her, closing up the entrance behind us. As we walk through, she still appears sceptical, "I'm still not sure why we're here: it doesn't seem... safe."

"So, I'm sure you'll fit right in," I laugh lightly, as we navigate the small underpass, "Anyways, everyone in the system knows this place. It may as well be folk lore."

We approach a final door, which has another dented blue button. Above, hangs a small red and blue sign: 'FLAYZ DROID REPAIR SHOP, SPA RETREAT, EATERY AND NAVI-MAP UPGRADERS'.

"Business owners needed to diversify 'round here," I explain, before ducking slightly to enter. Immediately, we're hit by a wall of sound, flashing lights and the distinct smell of cheap alcohol. I lean down, basically yelling into her ear to be heard, "You needed to have some fun."

"So you took me to a party?! We could've blown up few imperial transports and that would've worked too," she complains, her freshly-dyed hair flopping into her eyes. Looking around, she seems warily suspicious of anyone who even glances our way.

"Everyone in here is a name you would recognise one way or another," I ignore her previous comments, ordering us two drinks. The bustling floor moves constantly, never fixing in a constant position for more than a second.

Just as I do, a hand clasps my shoulder, "(Y/N)? No... it can't be!"

I turn, meeting the piecing eyes of a long-missed blonde, "Vel, it been so long!"

I immediately hug her, which is reciprocated warmly. We talk for a moment, until she looks over my shoulder and smiles warmly, "And I see you have befriended a Mandalorian."

"Oh, right, of course," me eyes widen, realising that I had completely forgotten to introduce them, "Vel Sartha, this is Sabine Wren."

She's usually the polite conversational type, but I see a firmly-set stare blazing Vel's way. She nods stiffly after a moment, only adjusting her deflector cuffs between her fingers.

"She's not always the most talkative, sorry," I lie, trying to relieve the slightly awkward tension which had momentarily settled.

"No worries, I- have you redone your hair! Again!" Vel reaches up, bringing my now shimmering blue hair - which is done up in its usual mix of plaits, interweaving braids and flowing loose sections - to the light. She admires it for a second, "It suits you. Better than that horrible red you did back at school, that's for sure."

"No, no that was your fault. You mixed the wrong amount of both sachets and turned half my hair a sludgy green!" a retort, laughing as the waiter hands us our drinks. She joins my laughter, placing a light hand on my forearm as she smiles humorously.

"So, what brings you two to this end of the galaxy? No less Flayz?" she questions as she takes a sip of her drink, looking up at me from the rim of her glass.

"Oh, well Sabine here needed to have a bit of fun for once," I turn and gesture to the Mandalorian beside me. However - despite her earlier amusedly sarcastic reaction to my almost identical comment - her face is set in a solid stone expression, her eyebrows narrowed above her darkened eyes.

"Your plan seems to be going amazingly," Vel smirks, watching the two of us closely with a light, mischievous glimmer shimmering in her eyes. She sets the glass down on the bar top and places a light hand on top of mine, finding the thick, painted band on my fore-finger and tracing over it lightly. Smiling, she says, "Well, sadly my transport back to Chandrila is here soon; you should really visit sometime. Bring friends: I'd love to meet who you run with now."

"Mhm, you'll love them. We're quite a... rabble," I smile, looking back to Sabine. Her thoroughly distasteful - bordering on almost loathful - look averts from Vel to me for a split second. However, in this short time her eyes soften slightly and her expression relaxes minutely at the mention of our family on the Ghost.

"I'm sure I will: you always had a knack for finding the right kinds of people," the Chandrilan states with a faintly knowing smile.

"And what's that meant to mean?" I quirk an eyebrow in questioning, taking a small gulp of my colourful drink.

"Oh," her eyes dart over my shoulder to Sabine for a moment, before she gives me a teasing smile, "You know exactly what I mean."

And with a short hug and peck on the cheek, she disappears out into the dense fog of drunk party goers. I smile to myself, happy that I had bumped into such an old and good friend.

"I think we should go," Sabine states, downing the last of her rather strong drink. I turn to face her, watching how she avoids all direct eye contact as she fiddles around with all of the clips and buttons on her armour.

"Look, I'm sorry, Sabine," my shoulders sag slightly as I reach out to her arm reassuringly. We'd known each other for enough time now that she was comfortable with these small tactile advances, yet she now intentionally moves her arm out of the way to scratch the back of her neck. My hand drops, as I look into the bottom of my empty glass, "I know this isn't really your scene."

"Everyone in here is a criminal," she states.

"Including us, don't forget," I point out.

"But we're not those types of criminals: we're not imminently dangerous."

"Those explosives on your belt say otherwise."

"She was dangerous," Sabine says, after a moment as she gestures to the third glass on the bartop.

"Vel? Vel's not dangerous," I huff, wishing I had another drink to 'sip' on, "impulsive and reckless maybe, but not dangerous."

"I know the eyes of a criminal," she says firmly, "and she... the way she looked at you... she..."

"How did she look at me, Sabine?" I ask, confused.

"With these narrowed eyes, and smirk that may as well have had fangs and a Loth-snake's tongue..." she insists, in the nervous way where she trips over her smaller words so they end up all in a garbled mess of almost indiscernible nonsense, "she just... she wasn't safe."

"So you care deeply for my safety now, hm?" I tease, a small smile playing on my lips.

"What?! No!" she says a little too quickly and rehearsed.

"No?" I repeat, quizzically.

"No, I do care, but she had her hands all over you, and you were all distracted by that smooth voice she had, and that look. She could've injected you with anything. Or maybe she would've stabbed you or slipped something in your drink. Or a tracker. Or on that ring that I made you that she was so obviously fascinated by-" she reaches down and begins to check the brightly decorated ring for any sign of tampering.

She continues to incessantly ramble and fuss, "-Or in your hair. Or when she kissed your cheek in that brief hug that she wanted to run from so quickly. She ran like she was like a criminal escaping from a crime scene. What if her lipstick had a chemical agent in it? Poison, toxins, nano-droids -"

Her hand was now resting on my cheek, as the pad of her thumb rubs lightly over my cheekbone as she checks for anything. As her jumbled and stumbling speech comes to an apparent end, she almost freezes at the moment she realises her position. Her eyes widen in alarm, yet her hand stays firmly where it is, as if trying not to startle me.

"You think the cousin of the Chandrilan senator... has nano-droids in her lipstick?" I question, a breathy laugh escaping my slightly parted lips.

"You can never be too sure. And we're rebels: we're not mean to trust people," she explains, slowing her speech to control what she says, "And I don't like her, no less trust her."

"Well, you trust me. So, maybe," I begin, knowing that a small - but definitely noticeable - smirk had emerged on my lips, "you're just jealous that I have other friends-"

"-Friends?!" she exclaims, earning a look from a pair of twi'lek party goers walking by. She swallows stiffly, glancing awkwardly to the side, "She didn't look at you like a friend. No one is that tactile with just a friend."

"Really? So, only like your hand, which is still on my cheek," maybe it's the rainbow liquor talking, or I'm just feeling bolder than usual, "and those looks you've been giving me for a while now."

Her eyes immediately widen and her jaw slackens only slightly. Her breath catches as she quickly pulls her hand away, readjusts a panel of armour and suddenly finds the rim of her deflector cuff immensely fascinating, "I... I haven't been... you're..."

"Sabine..." I trace my fingers over the bright paint work on her forearm. Her chest heaves steadily, still unable to meet my eyes, "it's okay."

Despite not specifying what was okay, we both knew what I meant: it was okay that we weren't just friends, even if we never said it out loud. She finally looks at me, her shoulders sagged and her fiddling ceased. She seemed relieved, as if a trade cart of spare parts had been lifted from her back. The inward ends of her eyebrows curve up, like the always did when she was wondering what to say.

I don't mind the silence: we've got other times to fill the gaps. Strands of her hair had fallen into her eyes, so I brush them away with a short tuck behind her ear.

Another pause.

Neither of us knew what to do now. Maybe I should say something. No, I should definitely say something, even if the silence was nice.

"I don't want to make things weird between us, but I do really like you," I admit, knowing backing down from those feelings was the coward's route, "and-

"-it's not weird," she interjects, her features suddenly becoming animated from their previously statuesque state. Reaching up to meet my hand, her fingers interlace through mine as she leans into my light touch, "because, I... I li-"

"-Spectre 2 to spectre 5, spectre 2 to spectre 5," the all too familiar voice of Hera cuts into both of our coms. The bubble around seems to pop, as the raucous rampage of noise around us becomes audible again.

Sabine sighs, eyes meeting mine with a humorous twinkle, "Copy, Spectre 5. What's going on over there?"

"Long story short, Ezra, Zeb and Chop went on a supply run into town," she knows she needn't say more, because we immediately exchanged a look of knowing, "We'll pick you up on the corner of sector B72."

"Copy that, Spectre 2. We'll be there."

"We? Oh, so you are with (Y/N)..." Hera replies, her voice teasing. After a moment, she continues, though her voice is a bit distant, "Pay up, Kanan."

"Seriously! They could just be getting supplies!" the equally distant voice of Kanan exclaims with exasperation.

"Spectre 2, Spectre 7," Hera comes back into clearer audio, "Where are you?"

Sabine's eyes widen, "Oh, uh, just looking for repair parts-"

"We're having a drink at a bar half a click south of the rendezvous," I cut in, rolling my eyes at her lame attempt at lying, "we'll be there soon, Spectre 2."

"I told you so, Kanan!" Hera exclaims, evidently proud of her accomplishment.

"Ugh, seriously!" Kanan grumbles in a way that I can almost picture his expression, "Maybe they're just there as friends."

"I thought the Jedi weren't meant to lie, love," Hera laughs, as the faint whir of the engines springs to life.

"I'm not..." Kanan responds, though evidently not convinced by his own words.

"At least I have the balls to admit I like her, Spectre 1," I laugh, pulling Sabine along behind me as we exit the bar into the alley, "maybe you should take a leaf out of my book."

[thearcherbrothersx]

Marcus : Jealousy's a bitch

Connection: Whether she's his legit girlfriend or not is up to you. They may just be hanging out, screwing around, doing a few scenes together on occasion, etc. and she gets jealous because she wants his attention on her alone. Whatever works for your muse tbh. :)

NB: Marcus is either a Sir or a Daddy. Please let me know which relation you'd like.

Open to females only

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“Oh, come on.” Marcus chuckled, throwing his arms out to indicate how silly he found the whole damned discussion. As if his laughing didn’t do that already. “There was no flirting. And she was only touching my arm. Nothing you need to be throwing a fit about.” Or pushing unknown women for, for that matter. He’d always found her jealousy rather endearing, but he hadn’t seen her get physical about it before. She usually just staked out her territory by touching him, or by telling the other woman off. Nothing like this. They were in the bathroom of the pub, where he’d dragged her after the altercation; he liked this bar and he wasn’t too keen on being banned from it because his girlfriend… or whatever she was, couldn’t keep her temper in check. Okay, so he had a wandering eye - he wasn’t disputing that, but it wasn’t like she’d ever seen him do anything about it.

[milfs4lif3]

Heloo!!^^ may i request this!!?:3

I don't really know if you comfortable with this but can i request a fluff headcanons about various! Character, like toman+takemichi, hinata (she still like takemichi but hehehe), emma, senju, haitani, kazu, hanma having a crush on fem!karma/kaneki(u can choose^^)!reader? Like they having a same crush on her?^///^ apologized if this too weird!!;^;

If you write for karma reader, the reader have a same strangth like him but she not meanie like him instead she is so sweet but danger and badass just like karma!!💥 or if you write kaneki reader she same just like kaneki, she have a same strength and kagune but she not cold, she sweet and scary if someone try to hurt her friends!^^

Ohh i'm sorry because i'm not mention this, i don't want to make you confuse^^hehe,,,but i want all of them having crush on the reader at once in the same headcanons!! I'm sorry if this make u feel uncomfortable!!^^; feel free to ignore<33 thank youu and have a nice day/night:3♡♡

Hello!! omg omg omg omg omg THIS. IS. SUCH. A.CUTE.REQUEST. omg i love this so so much. This does not make me feel uncomfortable, love ! This also kinda turned into dating Hc’s, but only for a few parts. And I’m sorry that I didn't write a part for Emma, it’s just that I don't know a lot about her, so it would be harder to write for her. I also didn’t write something for Hinata because It just seemed a bit hard.I tried to get all of the characters that I feel most comfortable writing for in here. I'm sorry that I didn't get to your ask sooner, I had testing all week, and then I had to do more work so I didn't have any time to go onto Tumblr. :( but i love this!! Also, I didn’t write for Senji because Senji was honestly too hard to write for. Ran will also be kind of out of character. Also, the reader will be friends with everyone in Toman for the Toman part, and the reader will be friends with everyone in valhalla for the valhalla part, does that make sense? I’ll make a separate post for your Kaneki request. Here are the songs I listened to while making this (it's my friend’s playlist tehehe) <3 music

WHEN THEY ALL LIKE YOU AT THE SAME TIME.

Tokyo Revengers x fem!reader

KARMA WITH A S/O THAT IS AS STRONG AS HIM

Assassination Classroom x fem!reader

Characters: Tokyo Revengers: Takemichi, Draken, Mikey, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Smiley, Angry, Baji, Kazutora, Hanma, Ran. Assassination Classroom: Karma Akabane

Toman:

☼ Draken would get super jealous if he sees any of the other boys hitting on you

☼ Draken will also hold your hand in big crowds

☼ Draken will get so so flustered if someone asks him if he likes you

☼ Baji uses the trashiest pick up lines 😭

☼ Baji uses them because 1. he used all of his other pick up lines that were good. 2. he had seen a post online of pick up lines to use on girls, and that they would fall for him immediately. They don't work on ANYONE.

☼  Even though you and Baji aren’t dating, he still acts like he’s your boyfriend.

☼ Baji’s also always staring at your ass and boobs..

☼ Mikey would feed you food IN FRONT ALL OF THE OTHER GUYS.

☼ Mikey purposely puts frosting on your cheek to give him an excuse to wipe it off (like he uses his thumb, and he’s just staring into your eyes while whipping it off of you fdhdh).

☼  Mikey will teach you how to ride his motorcycle, and even if you get something wrong while learning,, he still worships you and it’s so cute, honestly.

☼ Chifuyu doesnt wanna make the others mad at him, but he does. (by accident)

☼ Chifuyu does all of this sweet stuff and says all of these sweet words that make you      so flustered.

☼ Chifuyu takes you to the most fun places (and the boys are all there, too)

☼ Smiley will DRAG you away from all of the boys just to get some alone time with you lmao. ☼ Smiley will treat you like you’re a little child, he’s always so so sweet to you, and it’s pretty obvious that he likes you.

☼ Smiley also is obsessed with you, but it’s not a bad obsession

☼ Angry just admires you from afar, looking at how beautiful you look.

☼  Whenever you approach Angry and talk to him, he’s just standing there and is red af.

☼ He has a journal and it’s filled with things that he loves about you. Smiley once found it and showed all of the boys and Angry just wanted to die, then and there. (the boys were pissed fhsiejk)

☼ Mitsuya buys you whatever you want.

☼ Mitsuya had told Draken and Mikey that he likes you and Draken and Mikey were just like, “Wait. I do, too…” so they now know that they like you.

☼ As long as Mitsuya gets to see you smile, his job is done.

☼ Mitsuya is actually a HUGE simp for you.  (well all of the boys are lol)

☼ Takemichi would be confused as to why all the other boys liked you.

☼ Takemichi thought that he wouldn’t fall for you because like, he has Hinata.

☼ Lmao

☼ Takemichi started falling for you.

☼ Takemichi is all like, “shit, is it obvious that I also like y/n??”

☼ omg it’s so obvious lmao.

☼ once all the boys realized that he liked you.

☼ well 1. They were all like, “Don’t you have a girlfriend?” 2. They laughed at him and would say that you’re WAY out of his league, and that it’s screwed up that he likes you WHILE dating you.

☼ Takemichi is always stuttering around you and just nervous.

☼ He’s just kinda awkward around you lol.

☼ and he’s rlly scared to hit on you bc of the boys

Valhalla:

☼ Out of all of the boys

☼  Hanma is the biggest simp for you

☼  Hanma worships the ground you walk on.

☼  He has you as his lock screen and home screen

☼  He really doesn’t trust any of the guys in Valhalla with you.

☼  Besides Kazutora.

☼  Everytime Hanma sees you, he just wants to kiss you.

☼ Hanma wants to confess to you but he doesn’t have the guts to

☼ Everytime he sees Kazutora flirting with you, he’s pissed

☼  But he still trusts Kazutora with you lol

☼ Kazutora knows that Hanma likes you

☼ And Kazutora doesn’t really like that

☼ Kazutora wants you as his

☼ Kazutora will convince you to hang out with him, even when you are busy.

☼ Kazutora sometimes tries to keep Hanma away from you.

☼ Kazutora, along with Hanma, will do anything for you.

☼ Ran always has an arm around your shoulder.

☼ Ran knows that many people like you and he does not enjoy that.

☼ Like Baji, even if you and him aren’t dating Ran still acts like he’s your boyfriend.

☼ Ran had told Rindo that you were his girlfriend, and Rindo actually didn’t believe him

☼ So Rindo asked you if Ran was your boyfriend.

☼ And when you told him that Ran wasn’t your boyfriend, Rindo asked if you would wanna date Ran lol.

☼ Ran will hold your hand at random times, with that lazy smile of his.

☼ Ran holds your hand because he wants to make it seem like you both are together.

KARMA WITH A GIRLFRIEND THAT IS AS STRONG AS HIM

☼ Karma never expected you to be as strong as him.

☼ You just seemed like a very sweet person, that cared about everyone.

☼ You Karma, and some more of class 3-E were in danger with some really tough guys.

☼ Karma had told you and the others to just stay behind him.

☼ But you couldn’t just stand there and do nothing.

☼ So you decided that you would fight with him.

☼ Karma heard a loud thump and turned is head to see one of the guys on the ground, knocked out cold.

☼ You had just punched the guy and he went out.

☼ Karma’s jaw almost hit the floor.

☼ You had then told him to snap out of it.

☼ And you guys both fought the guys

☼ Karma, and everyone else were in shock.

☼ They all were praising you.

☼ Karma brags about how you can knock people out really fast, and that you are as strong as him.

☼ Karma begs you to teach him some of your techniques.

☼ Karma just thinks that it’s amazing that you are so strong.

Omg this took longer than expected! The word count for this is 1,421 lol. I love this request so so much. And I’m sorry that I didn’t do some of the characters that you requested, I’m also sorry for not putting in Kaneki. I’ll probably do that in a different post. I really hope that you enjoyed this!<3 It was super fun to make.  Make sure to send me some more requests! Requests will be open for a while. Thank you for reading!!<3

[catxsnow]

FREE FALLING K.K.

Request: Okay some anons were simping over kon now I wanna simp~ y/n is an archer on the teen Titans , and she tends to be shy and on the reserved side, so when kon flirts she just dismisses him every time, until another guy ( superhero or civilian, you choose ) gets flirty and he gets made protective/jealous.

Warning: fluff 

A/N: I’m slowly running out of already written fics and my motivation has not come back yet. This hiatus may be lasting longer than I thought. 

Word Count: 2.3k

There was nothing wrong with a little bit of flirting within the team. It kept the bond of teammates close and always kept everyone on their toes. The dynamic on the Teen Titans was always one of ups and downs. There was such an entanglement of potential relationships that everyone got confused as to what was going on.

Most of that confusion stemmed from Conner Kent, Superboy as the team knew him as. His temporary relationship with Cassie had surprised everyone. He flirted with nearly everyone on the team, Tim, Kori, you. Kon's endless flirting began the day Oliver dropped you off at the Titans Tower and left you there for good.

Kon was frustrating in the sense that his flirtation with you was nonstop. From the moment you woke up to the moment you went back to sleep, it seemed that his only mission was to get you flustered. It didn't seem that he knew that you were bothered by his comments.

Tim always scolded Kon for his behaviour. After Cassie, it was clear that relationships among teammates was dangerous. Not to mention that it was pretty obvious of your blatant ignorance of his attempts. He continued to try nonetheless - one day you would crack for him, one day.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Kon was never an early riser. At the farm, he always got up early for chores, so at the tower he took every chance to sleep in. When he started to learn that you got up early, so did he. There was always the tired look in her eyes that he admired.

Kon found you down at the range. Though your skills were nowhere near Oliver, or even Roy, you put up a good fight just as much as everyone else on this team. The early hours were always dedicated to practice, and unfortunately, Kon figured that out pretty quickly.

You were so concentrated on the shot, you hadn't heard Kon's heavy footsteps join you. The shot went askew, completely missing the target. Your body tensed with frustration at him.

"Whoops, sorry babe. Didn't realize my good looks distracted you so much," Kon grinned. You refused to show him his words got you flustered. Instead, you grabbed another arrow. Babe. It slipped so smoothly off his tongue that it forced a chill down your spine.

"It's fine, Superboy," you assured him - though you were still angered at him for screwing around with your training once again. Kon leaned against the rack that held your bows. His arms rested on the top, head on his hands. His curls were still a mess from his sleep last night.

You felt your arm shake for a split second. His eyes watching your every move, waiting for you to make the perfect shot just as you always did. There was a lot of pressure on you with his gaze. You took a breath before releasing the arrow, watching as it hit dead center of the target. It was easy, hitting a non-moving target like this. Kon was the one making it difficult.

"Superboy?" He cocked an eyebrow. "We aren't on a mission babe, you can call me Kon you know. I'd prefer it." Of course he would, he loved the sound of his name passing your lips. It was almost angelic. "You know-"

"(Y/N), Conner," Tim's head popped into the training room before Kon could tell you what he wanted. His chest fell with a disappointed sigh. "Nightwing and Flash are here."

"Is there something wrong?" You asked. They rarely showed up out of the blue without there being a reason. Usually, that reason meant that people were in trouble and lives were at stake. Tim relieved your stress with a simple shake of his head. He gestured for the both of you to follow him. Kon stuck his hand out for you to hand over the bow so he could hang it up on the rack he leaned on.

A small smile cracked as your hand brushed against his. It was cheesy, ridiculously so, but his touch was so warm and inviting even if it was just for a brief second. Kon placed the bow down and followed you and Tim out of the room. Just as Robin said, his older brother and his friend were with the others in the meeting room.

Wally's presence always lightened the room. There was something about the smile that resided on him that managed to put everyone in a good mood. It always amplified whenever Dick was at his side. The two were a dynamic pair, and when they did stop by the tower without underlying business, it was always a good time.

There were a few times that you had been alone in the tower. Tim back to Gotham, Kon and Cassie to their own homes as well. It left you and Bart with no one but yourselves to keep each other company. In those times, Wally would sometimes make an appearance. The speedsters would train but by the end of the night you would all be piling high with snacks.

As you entered the room, Wally waved at you and that smile that everyone looked forward to was released. Before you could wave back, a heavy arm was thrown across your shoulder. Kon was at your side. It wasn't the first time he had completely invaded your bubble and it surely wouldn't be the last.

"Flash, Nightwing," he greeted. You could feel the heat crawling up your neck with Kon's side pressed against yours. Hopefully, he, nor any of your other teammates, noticed your state. It was beyond annoying that he could get you like this. "What's the visit for this time? Scolding us for saving the day again?"

He dropped his arm from your shoulders but remained close to you. Kryptonians must have ran warm because you could still feel the lingering heat of his body against you.

"JL wanted an update, figured we could stop in," Wally answered. He sped over to your side and placed a hand over your ear so no one else could hear. "And Boy Wonder over there is in trouble with the Bats." Clearly, Kon heard what the speedster had to say and let out a laugh. What could Tim have done to get himself in trouble?

"Doesn't explain why you came," you joked. Wally had mimicked Kon's arm-over-the-shoulder.

"Wanted to come see you, of course," Wally grinned. His arm suddenly locked around your neck and his knuckles rubbed into your head. You struggled to pull him off you. Finally, you had managed to hook his ankle and make him fall flat on his back. "Look at that, you're making me lose my breath."

The laughter among teammates emitted from everyone besides Kon. He had an annoyed look on his face from the interaction between you and Wally, though he said nothing about it. Wally sped back up, a slight tinge of pink to his cheeks after the interaction.

Kon watched in frustration as Wally dragged you into the kitchen, likely to find himself a snack or two. Your laughs always put a bit of joy in him, but now? Hearing you laugh because of Wally? Each sound was like a knife to the heart. Pure jealously ran through him - why was it that he could never make you laugh like that?

"Calm down, Kon," Tim stood by his side. It was clear to anyone, even when they weren't raised by the great Batman, that Kon was incredibly jealous of Wally. It was only Tim that decided to speak up. "There's nothing between them. No need to be jealous."

"I'm not," Kon snapped. His reaction was enough to prove that he was in fact jealous. He let out a huff of air before walking away from his best friend. Unfortunately, the further he got from Tim, the closer he got to you and Wally just to hear the sound of your laughter once more. His chest tightened with anger.

It wasn't at Wally, nor you. It was at himself for not being able to get you out of your comfort zone as the speedster could. Since joining this team it seemed he was the only one that you remained shy and nervous around. What was wrong with him to make you feel that way?

What was wrong with him that made you not want to spend time with him?

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"There you are."

Kon disappeared shortly after you left with Wally (and eventually Bart who couldn't stay away at the smell of food). Tim was with Dick all afternoon and Cassie spent her time training with Kori. Kon was nowhere to be found, and you couldn't figure out why he felt the need to leave his friends.

You searched the whole building for him, starting down at the training grounds and working your way all the way up to the roof of the buildings. He was sitting on the edge, legs dangling as the last rays of the sun fell from the sky.

Kon folded into himself: shoulders hunched, head hung low. He perked up at the sound of your voice - even more so when he saw that you were alone. You sat next to him and matched his sitting position.

"Were you up here all day?" You asked. Kon nodded, though he remained silent. It wasn't like him to skip out on a pickup line or make some sort of comment. In fact, it wasn't like him to just disappear the whole day either. He looked upset about something. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Kon was a horrible liar. You raised your eyebrows at him, indicating that you knew he was lying through his teeth. He sighed, leaning back so his palms pressed into the rough roofing. The golden rays illuminated him, creating an aura around him that made him seem godly. You wanted to reach out to him, but contained yourself.

The sunset was beautiful enough as it was, but to add Kon's beauty on top of that? Your heart was beating so fast you were sure that Kon's super hearing had him concerned.

"You don't have to lie around me, you know," You nudged his side. Kon sighed once more. He didn't want to tell you the truth, but he felt terrible for lying and making you worry. You were quick to notice a pink tinge on his cheeks. It was a turn of events, usually you were the one flustered around him. The hue looked pleasant on him.

"I'm sorry," he suddenly apologized, "I... Well, I guess..." Kon fumbled over his words. The pink on his cheeks grew brighter, even as he tried to hide it from you. There was never a day you thought you would get to see the great Superboy flushed like this. He was always the confident one. "Fuck."

Kon's hand grasped your cheeks. His split moment of hesitance made you realize exactly what he was about to do. Whether it be frozen in fear or excitement, you didn't try to move. The closer he got the harder your heartbeat until the point as if it felt like you were going to burst. The moment Kon's lips were on yours it felt as if it stopped altogether.

His kiss was soft, hesitant - nothing like the facade he always had up. Kon was delicate with you, as if he was worried he was going to break you with just a touch. Your lips moved against his with far more confidence than you had ever shown him before. You didn't realize how badly you craved for his taste until the moment you had it.

He pulled away only for a second, waiting to see if you were wanting him to quit completely. With no sign of regret, Kon pulled you in for a rushed kiss. His lips needy against yours, making up for the lost time that he wasted months on. It was only when his lungs felt like they were going to combust did he give you space.

"I-" His palm remained against the curve of your neck and jaw, thumb swiping against your cheekbone. "I was jealous today, of Wally. I've never heard you laugh so hard when you're with him and I wanted that. I'm sorry."

"You have no reason to be sorry, Superboy," you assured him. He couldn't stop his feelings, just as you couldn't deny them anymore. "I-I'm sorry I was always so distant with you. I... I guess I was too scared to admit my feelings for you."

Kon was ready to spill his heart out to you. He knew that once he started gushing about how much he adored you, he wouldn't be able to stop. Instead, he leaned into you again, smiling into your kiss with pure excitement.

His legs that dangled off the edge pushed against the siding of the building and pulling you along with him. A strangled scream ripped from your throat as the two of you free fell in the darkening sky. Kon's arm wrapped around your waist and he held you flush against his body.

Your head was buried into the crook of his neck until realizing that you were no longer falling but floating. The grip on his shirt loosened and you looked up to appreciate the new view he gave you.

Kon brushed his lips against yours once more, just to grab your attention. "Don't worry babe, I've got you. There's no need to worry whenever you're with me."

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[your-daily-biaswrecking]

Yoongi is cooking, but when y/n comes home she tells him she ate with some friends. Maybe a bit of jealous/domestic Yoongi? I'll let you figure it out ♥️

Ps: do I need to tell you I love your work..? BECAUSE I DO.

You smelled the food in the air the moment you walked into your apartment. You groaned at how nice it smelled, kicking your shoes off and hanging your jacket.

“Babe?” you called for your boyfriend but got no reply. When you reached the kitchen, you found Yoongi with his back to you, in front of the stove, just sweatpants and an apron on as he busied himself with a pan. Your eyebrows rose high at the sight. “Babe, I’m home.”

This time he heard you, looking at you over his shoulder and giving you a bright, gummy grin. “Hey, love! Come here, give me a kiss,” he asked, pouting his lips as he wanted for you.

You chuckled and walked to him, giving him a quick peck. Your hand landed on his bare back, stroking him slightly as you peeked over him to see what was on the pan. A thick, golden-brown steak was having a hot butter bath underneath Yoongi’s spoon, sizzling as he kept coating it again and again with its own juices.

“That smells delicious,” you told him.

Yoongi smiled. “It’ll be ready in a minute, love,” he explained. “There’s also smashed potatoes in the oven, can you get those out for me?”

You nodded and opened the oven. Even the potatoes looked amazing, crisp and well seasoned. You sighed as you placed them on the counter. “They look amazing, babe. I’m jealous.”

Yoongi frowned. “What do you mean jealous?” he asked as he turned off the stove and place the steak on a plate. Then he looked at you all serious. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

You sucked in a breath through your teeth. “Actually… I just ate.”

The man’s mouth and shoulders dropped. “What?”

You rushed to his side, holding him in an attempt to be forgiven. “I’m sorry! You know, I was out with the guys and-”

“But you said you were going for drinks after work, not for food!” he whined, body still and not reciprocating your hug.

“I know, but we got hungry…” The guilt was pooling at the pit of your stomach; you really hadn’t thought about this twice, and Yoongi’s heartbroken face was killing you.

“But I made all of this for you!” he whined even more desperately.

Your arms closed tighter around him, mimicking his tone. “I didn’t know you were cooking. I’m so sorry, baby!”

Yoongi pushed you away, looking at you with a prominent pout. “Why didn’t you tell me? I mean, you decided to eat out, you should let me know so that I can decide what I’ll eat too, right?”

You bit your lip as you slowly reached for him, trying to grab him by the arm. “You’re right. I’m really sorry. I screwed up.”

The man huffed, pulled away from you, looking around the kitchen. “I cooked all of that… Now it’s all a waste.”

“No, no, no…” you quickly said. “It’s not a waste. Look, I’ll eat some too, okay?”

“No, but you just ate…”

“It’s okay, I want to try some anyway.”

Yoongi gave you a glare through his lashes and snorted. He grabbed one plate with a steak, added a few potatoes, and plumbed on his seat with that same pout still on. “Whatever,” he mumbled. He cut into his rare, tender steak almost aggressively and shoved a bite into his mouth. The corners of your lips were turned downward as you watched him, nearing very slowly as if you were scared he would run away like a wild animal.

You sat right next to him, a hand landing on his thigh and stroking him softly. “Baby,” you called, but he ignored you, eyes never leaving his plate. You moved your head closer, chin resting on his shoulder. “Baby, please don’t be mad…” You peppered kisses on the side of his neck, but he still didn’t budge. You sighed. “Yoongi, baby, why are you so upset? It was a simple miscommunication. How was I supposed to know you were cooking dinner if you didn’t tell me either?”

He finally looked at you, still pouting even as he was chewing. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”

“Oh?”

Yoongi turned back to his plate, playing with his food a bit. “I got home early, and since you were out, I thought I’d make you something delicious to eat. You are always the one who cooks, and I wanted to make something for you for once.”

“Baby…” you sulked.

“I tried to make it really nice,” he continued. “I got annoyed because I wanted to treat you nice and I can’t.”

“Of course you can!” you chirped. “I told you, let me try. I want to honor your food, babe.” And you opened your mouth wide, waiting for a bite. Yoongi chewed the inside of his cheek a bit, but cut up a piece of meat and fed it to you. Looking at you expectingly as you took your time to savor it. “My God, it’s amazing, baby!”

“You like it?”

You nodded so fast. “I love it. Makes me want to eat the whole thing.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him many kisses all over his face, Yoongi grimacing and pulling away, his little act of not wanting affection. “So perfect, my baby!” you praised him. “You are an amazing cook and boyfriend! I’m so lucky, I literally have the best man.”

“Yah! That’s enough. Let me eat,” he whined, but you could tell his whole mood had changed from the way he was trying not to smile.

“You know,” you whispered, your hand playing a bit with his hair before stroking his naked back. “My stomach may be full, but I’m definitely hungry to eat something else.”

Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes before narrowing them, a smirk on his lips as he licked them slowly. And you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“Sure,” he said with a raspy voice. “That might be a good start to make this up to me.”

Masterlist

[craftycheetah]

Brain & Brawn pt.6

pt. 1 || pt. 2 || pt. 3 || pt.4 || pt.5

Taglist: @wh0reforlevi @yes-i-am-a-sinner

Warnings: Neito is a dick, Jealous toshi, rumors being spread,

Three weeks pass by, and they are probably the most romantic weeks of your life. Hitoshi is so sweet and caring towards you. 

Since then, you’ve been on almost half a dozen dates, and Hitoshi was always courtside cheering you on at every game. 

With him by your side, it makes the idea of the upcoming championship game seem like it’ll be a cakewalk.

Shindo is excused from practice because of an unfortunate accident that resulted in a broken nose.

But of course, he can’t keep his mouth shut.

“Did you hear what (Y/n) did to Yo?”

During a practice break, Tatami, Shindos current fling of the month and vice cheer captain, whispers to her friends, “She’s the one that broke his nose.”

“No way!” one of her friends, Mai, gasps, “Why?”

“Yo said she just went off on him, she’s so weird.”

“I never liked her,” another one, Yua, comments. “She thinks she’s better than everyone else.”

“Really? She’s super nice to me,” Mai says. “Helps me with homework too.”

They look over and watch you make practice shots with Mina watching.

“If she’s so smart then why did I hear people saying she was getting tutored by some nerd a couple weeks back?” Tatami scoffs.

“What’d he look like?”

“Purple eyes and hair. Kinda buff but lanky. Always looks exhausted and hangs out with Professor Aizawa.”

“Oh, I know him! I have Biology with him! Nice guy but super quiet. Shi—something.”

Hearing the whistle blow from both coaches, both groups split up as they signaled the end of practice. Going to the locker room, Tatami and her little group kept whispering as you and Mina spoke to each other in English.

“So then I told her, if you want to meet up with him, by all means, go ahead, but don’t do anything stupid,” Mina gossips as you giggle at the weekly tea session. After a shower, you change into a pale white back tie crop top, and navy blue flared ripped boot-cut jeans. You grin as Mina hypes you up on your outfit before leaving with you.

“Where the hell is she going all dressed up like that?” Yua scoffs.

“Let’s find out,” Tatami smirks, finishing and following you and Mina.

Mina waves at you as she walks down the street with Eijirou. As the cheerleaders waited to see what you were doing, they gasped when the purple-haired nerd they mentioned earlier walked up to you and wrapped a hand around your waist, blushing as you kissed him.

“She's dating that nerd?! Also, did you see his eye? What the hell? Do you think she hits him?” Yua gasps.

“No way! She’s so sweet, she would never! And he looks really happy,” Mai replies. “Maybe we should ask her what happened? We don’t know the whole story from Shindo…."

“Why would Shindo lie to me? He loves me.”

“Does he really?”

“Oh, screw you, Mai! Of course he does.”

“Right, so he tells you that his ex just randomly beat him up, without a good reason? Oh, that’s bullshit.”

“You’ve seen her! She’s fucking crazy on the court! She kicked that girl in the shin because she got crossed. She acts like a guy.”

“Oooh, if she’s a guy, then Shindo likes dick,”  Mai snickers.

“No shame in that,” Yua shrugs. “Everyone has their preference.

“He doesn’t like dick!” Tatami growls, “And she doesn’t have one, I’ve seen her in the shower.”

“Why are you looking at her in the shower, Tatami?” Mai smirks.

“We shower together after practice, dumbass.”

“Yeah but you don’t have to look.”

“Whatever! Of course they’d be together, They’re both weirdos.”

Mai sighs, “I think they’re cute together. They seem to be good for each other.”

“Ugh, let’s just go,” Tatami walks off with her mini posse after her.

“So where’re we going Hitoshi?” You ask your boyfriend.

“Well, I was thinking about this cat cafe downtown that I used to go to.”

“That’s so cute!” You squeal, “I’d love to.”

“We have to take the bus though.”

“That’s fine. Do you have any pets? You seem to really like cats.”

“Sort of. There’s this cat that is a stray, but she sleeps just beneath my window. She’s pretty cute. Her name's Luna.”

“Cuter than me?” you tease.

“See for yourself,” he smiles, showing you a photo of a gorgeous fluffy black cat with golden eyes.

“Wow, she really is pretty. Guess I have some competition, huh?”

“No, she’s pretty friendly. I think you’ll be fine.”

Cooing over the cat photos, you almost miss your bus. 

“C’mon, babe,” you smile.

After about a ten-minute ride, you and Hitoshi get off the bus and find yourselves at a cozy little cafe with an outside area for the cats.

Holding your hand, Hitoshi smiles at you as he leads you into the cafe. Smiling at the lady behind the register, you watch as she rounds the corner and hugs Hitoshi.

“Hitoshi! Oh, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you! How's school? How’s your family? Oh, who’s this?”

“Hi, Mrs. Nakumura. School’s good. My parents are okay. This beautiful woman, she’s my girlfriend,” he smiles, swooning internally.

“Hi. It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. My name is (Y/n),” you smile as you introduce yourself.

“Nana, I need to make an—Oh, Hitoshi! Hey, man. It’s been a while,” a voice calls out as they walk through the staff door.

“Yeah. Hi, Neito.”

“Can we see the cats now? Ooh, unless you wanna order something first?” You ask Hitoshi.

“Yeah. That’s a good idea. Two marble pound cake slices, please. Also, a bag of cat treats.”

“That’ll be 711.25 Yen.”

“What about the treats?” you ask.

“Free of charge for a cutie like you,” Neito smirks.

Rolling your eyes, you smile politely, “Thanks I guess. I’m just gonna go sit down,” you take the little bag of treats.

Walking away with Hitoshi, you feel him wrap an arm around your waist. “Toshi?”

“I don’t like how he was looking at you. C’mon. Let’s just eat our food and meet the cats.”

“Alright,” you nod, sitting down in an empty booth.

A fat orange tabby jumps in your lap immediately and purrs loudly, “Oh my god, you’re so chunky!” you squeal. “Toshi look at this big guy!”

“He’s cute,” he smiles while you pet the cat.

“I’ll name you Fatso.”

The cat just lays down and blinks slowly, relaxed as ever.

“I’m sure he already has a name, but he seems happy. You look stunning today, babe,” Hitoshi tells you.

“Thank you,” you smile, your braces sparkling in the light, “I’m trying to change up my style.”

“I like you no matter how you look.”

“Awww,” you swoon, “You’re such a sweetheart.”

Neito comes over with the two cake slices, “Here you go,” he puts them on the table, “A big slice for the cutie.”

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, “Ew.”

Hitoshi frowns at Neito, “Dude, you’re making my girlfriend uncomfortable.”

Neito looks between the two of you, “Fuck off, she is not your girlfriend. She’s way out of your league.”

“I am,” you pipe up, “And you are making me very uncomfortable.”

Neito stifles his laugh, “No way, you’re dating this weirdo? He always comes in here by himself and just sits in the corner for hours petting cats and studying. He’s a loser.”

“God, I hate you,” Hitoshi mumbles.

You wave Neito off, “You’re kinda interrupting our date.”

Neito shrugs, “Just saying, you can do better, sweetheart.” With a wink, he walks away and disappears behind the staff door.

“Prick,” you scoff and reach over to hold Hitoshi’s hand, “You’re not a weirdo.”

He snorts, “Yes I am, and it’s cool.”

“It’s very cool. I could listen to you rant about Biochem for hours. Gets me hot. Well, it doesn’t matter. If you’re a weirdo, then you’re my weirdo.”

A pink flush spreads over his cheeks at your comment when a tuxedo cat jumps onto the back of Hitoshi’s seat. “Hey Fancy Pants,” he chuckles. 

“You call him Fancy Pants?”

“You called the tabby in your lap Fatso. Funny cause his name is Ginger.”

Looking up at the sound of his name, he trills gently as you grab a treat for him.

“Hi Ginger. You’re so cute,” you coo, letting the cat smell your hand before scratching under his chin. “Pretty boy wants a treat?”

Hitoshi ignored the butterflies that erupted in his stomach when you said those two words.

“W-What?”

“I was asking Ginger here if he wanted a treat.”

“Oh right, the cat.”

“You okay? You’re a little red,” you giggle.

“I’m good. Peachy,” Hitoshi mumbles.

“Alright,” you shrug before feeding Ginger and petting him before he gets up and climbs off your lap and sits next to you. His spot on your lap is soon replaced by a Calico.

“Aww, aren't you cute. I love calicos. You’re all so sweet,” you giggle as the cat sits down, staring at you before putting a paw on your nose. “Toe beans!”

“Yeah,” he sighs happily, “They’re up for adoption though.”

“Really? We should totally get a cat together when we graduate! We could have a little fur baby!”

“That sounds adorable but just know that I am gonna be his favorite,” he teases.

“What if the cat's a girl?” you grin.

“Then I'll have two baby girls to take care of,” he smirks, wiping cake crumbs from your mouth.

“You’re so corny,” you laugh, feeling your face warm.

“You like it.”

“Mmmm, I do. It’s sexy. Isn’t he?” you ask the cat in your lap, who just keeps purring.

Both of you finish up your cakes and play with the cats some more.

Neito comes over to clear the plates, “How was it cutie?”

“Fine,” you reply curtly, too focused on scratching Ginger's chin.

“I made it myself. Come by for more anytime.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You gag when he’s out of earshot, “What a loser. Ruined marble cake for me.”

“He’s always been like that. Don't worry about him. He's not worth it. I'm sure we could make a better cake than his.”

“Can you bake?”

“Only cookies. You?”

“Yeah. It's been a while though.”

“We can learn together.”

“Yes we can,” you smile as you place a hand on top of his as you feed the calico in your lap. “Oh my, you're such a cute baby.”

After petting the cats and chatting idly with Hitoshi for about an hour, you give a goodbye pat to all the cats in your area before waving goodbye to the owner with Hitoshi.

“Hey cutie, wait up!” Neito calls out, slipping you a piece of paper. “Just in case you ever want a better option.”

“That won't happen but I'm sure there's someone out there. Not me though,” you grin before walking away with Hitoshi.

[emmanelson]

It Started Out With a Kiss

i’d say I’m sorry for this filth but who are we kidding? more trash under the cut including speechless ben, possessive paxton and some very steamy, very public smut. also found on ao3 here.

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“I’m sure there’s a bed in the other room.”

Paxton’s allowed to be petty and a bit possessive as he latches onto his girlfriend’s waist and drags her behind the wall that separates them from the rest of the party and leads into the hallway. He catches Ben Gross’ eye over the duration of the evening one too many times now. The last fuck he gave flew out the window and now he dares the underclassman to pretend to stumble in their direction.

So when he hears Devi’s comment, in rather uneven breaths mind you, a laugh is bubbling against his throat. She would retract her statement the second he tells her they are at Trent’s house, and his friend probably masturbated in every single room of the house. It’s going to make his plan seem genius. His fingers skim the outline of her dress and he edges his tongue into her mouth, knowing exactly what buttons to press in order to get her in the mood. Which was more often than not because she thought about sex probably more than any girl he knew.

“No, I want you. Right here. Right now.” The firmness in his answer only weakens her resolve and soon heat is radiating off her body. Screw the party.

“Why here? We could just wait till we get back to your house?” His lips nibble on her ear and she’s struggling to find a reason to turn him down, his erection rubbing against her core.

“Guess you’re just that irresistible. It’s really your fault if you think about. If you didn’t show up looking so hot, I could concentrate on beer pong or whatever Trent and Marcus are currently trying to blow up in the backyard.”

It’s been months and she still can’t get used to the compliments coming from him. His breath is hot on her neck and just as his tongue brushes against her parted lips, she pulls back, gently lifting his head up to meet hers as she attempts to catch her breath.

“What brought this on?” She’s never seen Paxton this agitated by something, or someone before. Or this handsy.

At previous parties, he flirted sure, but in the past few gatherings they attended, they were practically attached at the hip. If Paxton didn’t have an arm slung over her shoulder or kept their fingers intertwined as Trent praised Eleanor’s latest performance, he was whispering in her ear or placing a hand on her hip. Even Zoe Maytag gave her props in the bathroom and admitted they only ever got to hand stuff and he wasn’t into PDA when he was ‘hanging out’ with her. Devi decided to save this information as future ammo if she needed it.

“I’m sorry but if I have to see Ben fucking Gross look at you with sad puppy dog eyes while blatantly ignoring his own girlfriend one more time, I might just snap. I might just fucking loose it and deck him.” The words are bitter, sharp coming off his tongue and it sends shivers down Devi’s spine. His gaze hardened, eyes getting darker, and her stomach flips, because for a moment he looks like he’s considering murder. And she would help him hide a body without hesitation. He drags his lips to bite down on her neck and she involuntarily throws her head back as her tries to suppress her moans.

“So what’s this going to prove?”

“Well what we obviously already know...That you can’t help jumping me even in public.” He chuckles into her hair as she rolls her eyes. And she thought she was competitive. Paxton and Ben took it to a whole other level. “But seriously, don’t tell me you didn’t notice the guy flaunting his relationship in front of you. It’s like he got some sick joy out of rubbing your nose in his happiness. This is a taste of his own medicine.”

“Who even says he’s going to notice or care?”

“I do. If he attempts to seek out where you went, which he obviously will, what he chooses to do after will either prove me right or you right. That he does care or doesn’t.”

Devi raised an eyebrow, throwing him an are-you-kidding-me glance before Paxton’s lips descended down on hers again. If he wasn’t kissing her lips, he was trailing his tongue down her neck, her shoulders, even her chest bone.

"Excuse me for caring. This whole longing, woe-is-me act was fine or whatever when you were both single. But he’s fucking with my girlfriend, my relationship and I’m not going to pretend to be okay with it.” Once again, his mouth was rough against her ear as leaned against her body and ground his hips against hers. While she wanted to be mad, she also found his protective nature incredibly hot and wasn’t about to say anything to end it anytime soon.

“He’s with Aneesa. I doubt he even thinks about me in that way anymore.” Devi’s voice attempts to reassure him as her fingers comb through his hair.

“I can’t say that I blame him.” His lips start trailing kisses from neck ear all the way to her cleavage, knuckles lightly kneading her breasts through the fabric of the dress. “I mean not only are you insanely hot but you’re also like the smartest person in the whole school. I just wish he wasn’t so obvious about it.”

“Is this you being jealous?” She has a smirk playing on her lips, eyes lit up in a teasing nature.

“I-”

“I just never thought I’d see the day where Paxton Hall-Yoshida got jealous. You’re usually so calm and level-headed.” Her voice falters as he starts stroking her breast, the nipple hardening under his touch.

“What can I say? When I opened my mind to studying, I learned stuff inside and outside of the classroom. For starters, noticing things more often. Noticing Ben for one, the rude comments one minute and longing stares the next.”

“Can we stop talking about him now?��� Paxton had dropped to his knees in record time, lifting up her dress and practically diving underneath it, his laugh vibrating against her core.

“You aren’t wearing any underwear.”

“It’s laundry day, didn’t I mention that earlier?”

“Must have slipped my mind. Remind me to thank your mom later.” His joke only registered for a minute before he was seeking out her clit, swirling his tongue around it, repeatedly pushing against her until her legs are convulsing and she’s coming undone around his lips.

Ben’s silhouette hovers, quietly staring at the scene before him in agape. He only sees Devi granted, but it’s not just seeing his ex at a party outside of school, it’s seeing her flat against the wall, eyes closed, shallow breaths becoming audible every few seconds and seeing the way her body physically shook from whatever Paxton was doing to her. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on. And Ben wanted to call out to them, sneer that this was a public place, someone’s house and if they couldn’t keep their genitals to themselves then they should just leave, but he was momentarily frozen.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Devi’s body begin to come down from its high, Paxton rises and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. To Ben’s horror, it doesn’t end there.

Is she giggling? Paxton just shakes his head and captures his lips with hers again.

He turns his head and meets Ben’s eyes. Devi’s lips begin to attack his neck and he moans, all the while locked in a staring contest with the captain of who knows how many fucking clubs.

This time it’s Paxton wearing a rather smug smile, something that he’s seen on Ben one too many times in History class. Well, this was his History class. One area where he would always outsmart Ben and that in itself was enough to fill him with pride. Finally Devi detaches herself from her boyfriend and gently wipes her makeup remnants off his neck.

“I should probably go reapply my lipstick.” She’s still trying to steady her legs and with a wave of nausea coming over him, Ben is reminded of a conversation that took place months ago. ‘Well tomorrow I won’t be able to walk again because I’m about to go get railed.’ And that she did.

“You don’t have to you know. You look sexy like this.”

“You may think so, but my mom? Not so much Romeo.” Devi’s playfully shoving against his chest as she untangles herself from his arms, the fingers still interlocked until the distance makes it impossible and she’s heading further down the hall towards the bathroom.

“Dude are you just gonna stand there?” Paxton fixes Ben with a hard stare, equal parts creeped out and a little high off his assumption because his point was proven. It was a win-win situation. Satisfy his girlfriend and wipe the stupid smirk off Ben Gross’ face.

Finally Ben forces himself to look away and turns the corner in a hurry.

[captaindahlin]

Just fluff with Tommy and a teensy bit of angst. Maybe he tries to reassure you that he’s completely over Cindy.

here's the story anon! thanks for requesting <3 i hope this lives up to ur expectations :)

tommy slater x reader h/c

"Hey, Tommy!" you shout out to your boyfriend who's talking to some kids he's supposed to be helping play a game of some sort. You aren't really sure what it is but you've been a bit more concerned with your own problems than the kids he's been teaching. "Hey, y/n'' he says, turning around to give you a smile and wave you over. "What's up? I'm just telling these kids where to place the flag for the game, hopefully, it'll be far away from the Sunnyvaler's you know?" You nod, every year Shadyside seems to lose these competitions they have at camp but this year you and all the counselors are rooting for them even with those past mistakes. I mean what fun is it if you always think you'll be doomed to fail? No one would try at all and it would be even less fun than it should be for these kids.

Plus one day they will win, they just have to be smarter than the other kids or cheat but then they would be stooping down to the worst kind of level. "Yeah I can't believe that the kids here last year placed it right out in the open, I think their leader wasn't as good as you but this year they should do incredible because I think you're great with everyone" you chuckle, "especially with me.'' Tommy smiles again and takes your hand in his. "Well, it's only because you're just as great as me. I.." he trails off and looks at something behind me, while furrowing your eyebrows you turn around and look to see Cindy Berman. Tommy's ex-girlfriend. Things ended well between them but sometimes he seems to miss her and you can't tell if it's because they don't talk anymore or if it's because he wishes they were still dating. It hurts you a lot but how does one bring up to their boyfriend that they're jealous of their ex? He doesn't even talk about her to you.

"Do you still like her Tommy?" you ask him trying not to seem too down about what you have just suggested to your boyfriend. "what?" he says looking a bit startled at what you've asked him. Shaking his head Tommy replies, "No of course not y/n. I just miss talking to her cause she was a great friend to hang out with before we started dating all those months ago, but now she just avoids me." While sighing he pushes some hair out of his face and pulls your hand towards him so you can be closer to him.

You tilt your head up to see his face even though he's only a few inches taller than you, being right in his space makes you have to look up to your boyfriend while he has to look down. Up close he's very beautiful and his hair looks soft but you still can't help but feel like he may be lying to make you feel better. "I just.." you trail off. "you what y/n? tell me so I can reassure you."

You wrap your arms around him, "Well it's just that I like you and all but from how you've been acting for the past month I can't help but feel that you may be lying to me. It's gotten worse since we came to camp I mean I know you guys got closer when you were here last year and all that I just... I'm jealous of what you had." Tommy frowns at my words and holds me tighter than he was before.

"Y/n let's go back to my room so we can talk about this by ourselves and well uh not in front of all the campers and counselors," he says to you, running his fingers across your cheek. you look around and see a few people beginning to stare at your affectionate display and blush. "That's a good idea, Tommy, let's go." I take his hand and we run off to his room he shares with some other guy, I don't remember his name cause he stays away from their cabin when we're there.

Once you and Tommy get to the door, he opens it and lets you inside before he goes in and then closes the door gently behind himself. "Sit down y/n," you take a seat and he sits beside you and takes your hand in his, and leans down to kiss your cheek. "I love you a lot and I'm glad you told me about your insecurities. I don't have feelings for Cindy anymore, I'll admit that when we first started dating I did miss her a lot and there were times where I thought I would screw up our relationship like I did with her. but over time I've realized you aren't like her y/n, and you like me a lot too." he says to me, "at least I hope so." you laugh at his words, of course, you do. why wouldn't you love handsome, kind, and caring Tommy Slater? everything about him is perfect and you have never known a better guy.

"Tommy of course I do... I love you too." You had never said those words to him before but now felt like the perfect time. Tommy's face breaks out into a big grin and he continues, "I just want you to know that you can always tell me when you feel insecure and I can even take you out on a date soon just to prove my love for you, I'll try and make amends with Cindy too so hopefully we can be friends again." You feel your heart fill with warmth at how much he cares and happiness for him trying to be peaceful with his ex.

You move to sit on his lap and he holds you by the back of your waist while you kiss him. "I hope you do figure that out Tommy, I love you so much and I would love to go on a date with you, I'm always up for one." You and Tommy stare into each other's eyes and kiss again. happy with how things have played out you rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes.

[namluve]

↳ an alpha’s touch | johnny x reader | 4.0k | oneshot | 18+ genre: smut, supernatural, werewolf, alpha/omega mates warnings: dom/sub themes, possesivness, spanking, size kink, praise kink, oral sex, a little manhandling

❝ determined to finish your studies before you would start dating, you had rejected your mate a year ago. as your heat approaches, your alpha and mate johnny wants to do everything he can to help you through the pain. will you resist him or will you give in to your alpha’s touch? ❞

note: this fanfic is for @nct-writers​ halloween event. an excuse for me to finally write a fanfic about my ult-bias. beta read by my best friend @you-better-stob​ thank you amanda ily. hope you all enjoy! 

The cold wind grabbed hold of you as you walked down the street with your two best friends sending shivers down your spine. Couldn’t you have chosen a café that was closer to campus? None of you talked on your way over, the bitter cold in October being enough for even your loudest friend Laura to keep quiet.

One foot in front of the other, you thought as you crossed your arms over your chest. Head down as you hoped to God you would reach the café soon. Longing for that hot pumpkin spiced chocolate you had been craving all day.

You were on the verge of going into heat and craving sweets, other than for someone to rail you all night of course. Knowing things would only get harder once you got into heat, you decided to hang out with your friends. Before you would spend the weekend alone in agony in your bed of course.

A sigh of relief left your lips once you opened the café door, the heat embraced you as you stepped inside. Your cheeks turned slowly to life again as you approached the barista. The bitter cold left your body with every second you spend in the shop.  

The cute barista you recognized from campus greeted you and your friends with a warm smile. You knew he was part of your pack, unsure of what position though. Your parents had been strict with school above werewolf duties. An education was more important than a mate in times like these. You had to be able to stand on your own, get a job above all else.

“How may I help you?” The barista asked and your friend Laura responded before you and Ally even had the chance to open their mouths.

“We’ll have three pumpkin spiced chocolates.” The barista placed the order, his fingers tapping fast on the cashier. Had you always had a thing for hands or was this a new thing? You couldn’t help but to stare at them, a whine almost left your lips. They looked pretty. Long, slender, could probably hold down your body really good. Probably even-

“Y/n, hello? Where do you wanna sit?” Ally asked and brought you out of your trance. Cheeks red as you turned and looked around in panic. Pointing to an empty table by the windows, you hoped no one had noticed you staring at the barista’s hands. You didn’t even dare to look back at him as you pointed towards the table.

“There- We can sit there.” You nervously ramble as you start walking towards the table. Your two friends followed you closely, laughing as you got to the table. As you all sat down, you stared at them with a face that said ‘what?’ which only made them laugh more.

“We know you are close to your heat but damn girl, do you have to be so obvious?” Laura speaks and Ally nods in agreement. Burying your face in your hands, you silently hoped your cheeks had turned back to their usual colour.

“Do you think he noticed?” You asked, you question muffled as you let your head rest in your hands.

“Yeah, well I think he knows you are in heat if I’m being honest.” Ally said and you looked up to meet their faces. Confused as to how he could know.

“Why? Is he a werewolf?” You asked and Laura answered your question.

“He is actually Johnny’s beta, Jaehyun if you didn’t know. God, your parents should at least let you attend the pack meetings.”

You groaned as you threw your head back. Jaehyun would 100% tell Johnny that you were in heat, which was the last thing you wanted. The two of you had a complicated relationship to say the least.

You were his mate and he was yours. Only problem? You had rejected him. Wanting to focus on your studies before you got into a relationship, you chose to reject your mate last year. Your heart is still weary and wounded. Your wolf cried for his every night, longing for the connection you both craved.

Why couldn’t you have been one of the people that met their mate at an older age? Every night you wished you could’ve met Johnny when you were done with college and had a job. If that were the case you would've been in his arms right now, never letting him go.

Johnny was hurt but he knew how strict your parents were. The choice hadn’t been entirely yours. He just wished he could’ve had you in his arms right now, not in two years when you get your college degree. He wanted you as his from the moment he had smelled your scent when you walked onto campus.

The two of you had talked about it, matter of fact, you kept in touch with each other through text. You weren’t seeing him so there was no harm in it, right? Except for the fact that you craved him more and more each day as you got to know him. You loved him more and more for each day.

Oh how screwed you were if Johnny found out you were about to go into heat. No way would you be able to resist him. So, you made a silent wish. Wishing Jaehyun wouldn’t tell Johnny anything. Besides, you had never seen him before. There was no way he knew who you were, right?

That night you clutched your arms tightly around your knees. Laying in your bed in agony as your heat kicked in. Sweat dripped down your body despite that the air condition was on max and you only wore a tank top and panties.

It was far worse than anything that you’d anticipated. Probably since you had found your mate already and your wolf was calling for him. You’d lost count the amount of times you’d told her to shut up. Johnny wasn’t coming, the two of you were alone in this.

Suddenly, it felt as if you could think again. A strong scent filled your nostrils with hope. It reminded you of something, of someone, but you couldn’t figure out what or who.

As it got closer, everything felt as if it got easier. You sat up on your bed, confused as you could feel your wolf being overly excited. Why was she suddenly so happy?

“Y/n?” Oh… That’s why… A soft whine left your lips as you heard Johnny call out your name from behind your apartment door. No, he couldn’t be here. Not now.

“Y/n answer me, I know you are in there. I could smell you miles away.” You didn’t miss the alpha tone in his voice that instantly brought heat down to your core. Your submissive side now at war with your rational thoughts. Craving to give in and give your alpha anything he’d ask of you.

“Yes?” You quietly asked, knowing he could hear you despite the bedroom door and apartment door blocking the soundwaves. All werewolves were blessed with supernatural hearing among many other things after all.

“You didn’t answer my texts, are you alright?” No, you wanted to say that so badly. Ask him to make you his right here and then. If only it wasn’t for the fact that your parents would immediately be able to smell it on you the next time you would see each other. A claimed mate had a special smell to ward off unmated wolves from them. Making it easier for werewolves who still searched for their mate.

“Yeah… I’m fine!” You lied, your wolf crying as you did. Every cell in your body protests as the words leave your mouth. It wasn’t in your nature to lie to your alpha and it hurt. You bit your lip as you felt a sting of pain in your stomach. You couldn’t make any noise. You couldn’t let Johnny know anything. You had to keep quiet so he would leave.

“Don’t lie to me now,” Johnny warned and you could imagine his jaw clenched as he growled, “come to the door so we can talk.”

You didn’t stand one chance against his alpha voice, your body moved on its own account. Soon enough, you stood in front of your apartment door. The only thing in between you and your mate.

“Good girl.” He praised and your wolf purred. With the last willpower you had in your body, you slid down against the door. You threw the back of your head against the door as you let out a deep breath. You could do this. You could sit here and talk with him without anything else happening. You could do it.

“Now… Why didn’t you tell me you were going into heat?” Johnny asked and you chuckled. Because if I had told you, I would’ve let you fuck me all night long. Funny story, right?

“And how come, I had to find it out from my beta because one; he could smell you. And two; you drooled while staring at his hands.”

“I didn’t drole!”

“Ah, so you admit you were staring at his hands?” Well fuck. You couldn’t exactly lie to him. Best thing to do now was to probably keep quiet. If Johnny came here jealous out of all things, there was no way you would survive the night. He wouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t want him to do, but if he kept talking like that, you might just give in.

“Is there anything I could do to help?” He asked with his voice softened. Johnny had swallowed all the jealousy he felt. He needed to be there for you right now, he could be jealous later. Right now, you were the most important thing to him.

You thought for a little while before you answered him. “It feels better just by sitting like this.”

“Do you want us to do that? I could talk you through it you know? Anything I can do to help I’ll gladly do. You know that.” You did know that. Johnny had expressed several times through text that he was willing to wait for you and that he would come running first thing if you ever needed him. Just like he had done now.

“It’ll get uncomfortable for you.” You replied and your wolf suddenly got mad at you. Probably because she thought you were going to reject him again. When in reality, you just cared so much about him. The thought of him sitting all night outside of your door broke your heart in all honesty. All because of your stupid rules.

“It’s still nothing compared to what you’re going through.” Well, he wasn’t wrong, but still, it didn’t feel right to leave him outside. You could let him help you through it. You could just let him in, stay in his arms until it was all over.

With that in mind, you mustered strength to unlock the door. Your hands shaked as you turned the lock. Johnny listened outside of the door, tried to figure out what you were suddenly up to. His question was answered quickly when he heard the door unlock and you crawled away from it.

You made your way over to the nearest wall surface by the door. Resting against it, your breathing was heavy as if you had just run a marathon. Still, Johnny didn’t open the door. He waited for your next move, not wanting to cross any boundaries.

“You can come in… if you behave.” Your voice low as you spoke, and Johnny understood right away what you meant. He carefully placed his hand on the door handle, turning it slowly as he stepped inside your apartment. Closing the door behind him before he looked down on you as you sat on the floor.

Eyes closed as you struggled to breath, your body shivering as if you were cold despite the sweat dripping down on your skin. He tried his best to keep his eyes on your face. Growling as he recalled the split second he’d let his eyes roam over your half naked body. Legs on display for him, only panties and a tank top to cover your body.

Combine it all with your sweet smell and Johnny was lost. Both he and his wolf wanted nothing more than to mate you and put you out of your misery. So, he took a step back. A deep breath left his mouth as he held himself back. You trusted him by letting him in, he wasn’t going to ruin that.

“Could we… watch a movie?” You suggested and brought Johnny back from his thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah… of course. What do you wanna watch?”

“Anything… Can you carry me to the bed? My laptop is in there?” To the bed. Johnny had to lay beside in bed, have you in his arms and not do anything. Impossible was his first thought but he had to do this, he had to do it for you.

“Yeah… Just give me a sec.” He said before he disappeared into your bedroom. The smell of you almost overwhelming as he removed the bedcovers to make space for you two. Anything to buy him some time to collect himself before he had to carry you over here. His wolf screaming at him to just claim you as his.

The pain in your stomach stopped for a little while and your wolf encouraged you to go to him. Reasonable, you thought and slowly got up from the floor. One step at a time, you made it into the bedroom. Startling Johnny in the process, he had been too caught up in his own thoughts with his wolf to notice you until you were in front of him.

“You can lay down.” You nervously muttered and Johnny nodded at your command. Laying down on the bed, he promoted one of his arms above his head. In Johnny’s defence, he thought it would be the easiest position that you could lay down on him and he could wrap his arm around you. Keep your head on his shoulder, but all you could do was let out a shaky breath.

His white t-shirt rose a little in the process, exposing a tiny bit of his lower abdomen. His black boxers and abs immediately caught your eye and you felt yourself get wet. Johnny could immediately smell your arousal. Your eyes hungry as they stared at him. Was this how you had stared at Jaehyun’s hands?

Fuck it. He had to at least teach you a lesson not to drool over any other man. Especially since you were his and his only.

“Like what you see?” He teased and your eyes met his. Cheeks flushed and with your mouth slightly opened, you couldn’t help but to nod.

“How about you let me play with you? I promise I won’t mate you. I could just make you cum and let you focus on other things.” It was tempting to say the least and Johnny promised he wouldn’t mate you. There couldn’t be any harm in that, right? The thought of cuming made you clench your pussy. You could get the best of both worlds, you just had to be careful.

“Please…” You whined as you walked over to your alpha and Johnny sat up on the bed. You felt so small as you stood in front of him. You were the same height as him right now, only he was sitting down and you were standing. His hand reached out to pull a few strands of your hair away from your face and tug them behind your ear.

“But first… I do think you need to be reminded who you belong to, don’t you think?” At Johnny’s words there were no thoughts left in your head and you only got more turned on by the second. Johnny closed his eyes for a second as he allowed his body to take in your scent.

“Think I need to leave some marks on that pretty ass of yours. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” At this, your breath hitched, eyes glowing with excitement. “We talked about this right? Green means all good, yellow for if it hurts and you need a break-“

“And red if I want it to stop.” You interrupted him, excitement rushing through your whole body as you remembered how the two of you discussed some of your kinks not too long ago. You had even been the one that brought it all up a lonely night when your hand hadn’t been enough to satisfy you. Johnny knew exactly what you liked and would finally be able to explore it.

“Exactly… However, you can’t interrupt me whenever you want little one. Over my knee and make sure you count.” Anticipation filled your body as you did what you were told and laid your body over Johnny’s knees, giving him the perfect view of your ass. His hand caressed it, gentle strokes that made you lean into his touch. Wanting more.

“Let’s see if you can be a good girl to your alpha.” Johnny’s voice had softened and both you and your wolf whined. Both wanting nothing more than to submit to your alpha. His hand left your butt cheek shortly after, only to deliver a slap a second later. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt the impact.

It stung a little, but it didn’t hurt too bad. The reason you had gasped was more because of the shock. The thrill of not knowing when he would spank you. “One.” You counted.

“Good girl, was it alright?” He asked, not wanting to push you too much on your first time. Only wanting to put you in your place for speaking back and ogling his beta. The hand that had made the impact stayed on your ass, rubbing it softly.

“It felt so good.” You moaned and for the first time since you had started your heat, the pain had been replaced by pleasure. Johnny hummed in approval before he spanked you again. This time your other cheek.

“T-two.” You mewled and so it went on until Johnny had delivered five spanks on each cheek. Your voice week, panties drenched as you counted for him. “Ten.”

“Good girl.” He praised and you could swear you’d never been this turned on in your life before. “Now it’s time for your reward. Lay down on your back.”

You followed Johnny’s orders, weakly getting off his lap in order to lay down on the bed. Your whole body felt weak as you awkwardly climbed onto your bed on all fours before you laid down on your back. Johnny got up from his sitting position and stood now beside your bed.

A yelp left your lips as Johnny took hold of your ankles, dragging your body closer to him. Your legs dangled off the edge of the bed as he placed himself between them. Still holding your ankles, he locked eyes with you. His gaze filled with pure lust.

“You look so small little one, bet you’d let your alpha do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” He growled and you arched your back, desperately seeking out his touch. But his hands stayed wrapped around your ankles, even as he slowly got down on the floor. His body now between your legs, face dangerously close to your core.

From this angel, he could see how drenched you were. Your body squirming with anticipation of what he would do next and he loved it. Loved how he was the one who made you feel like this.

“But I want you to know that I’m at your mercy, always.” Johnny spoke with a low voice, placing a sweet kiss on top of your thigh. You got up on your elbows so you could see him more clearly. On his knees, in front of you, at your mercy, Alpha Johnny Suh was certainly a sight to see.

“I want…” You began, locking eyes with him as he encouraged you. One hand on your knee rubbing soothing circular motions, he waited for you to speak. “Could you eat me out? Please.”  

Johnny wanted to tell you that you didn’t even have to ask but his mouth found your thigh once again only a second after the words left your mouth. His kisses now rougher, hungrier as he made his way slowly upwards. His hands explored your body on their own, one found their way to your ass while the other one played with your boobs.

His body worked on its own accords, as if it wasn’t his first time exploring yours. As if you had been his forever. Every touch made you crave him more.

The hand that had been playing with your boob left and you let out a whine that was soon replaced by a moan as you realized where it was going. Taking hold of the side of your panties with both hands, Johnny dragged the drenched material down your legs and threw it away.

With your panties now on the floor, Johnny had a perfect view of your puffy pink drenched folds. Not wanting to waste any time, he spread your legs even further apart. Giving himself more room to devour you and you sighed the moment his mouth came in contact with your core.

His tongue collected all your wetness. His primal need of eating you out completely took over the moment he got a taste of you. The whimper that left your mouth as he traced your clit was so sweet that Johnny wanted to hear nothing else for the entire night. His mouth stayed on clit, circular motions that made you reach your high ridiculously fast.

“C-close.” You moaned and Johnny took the que to go faster, desperate to have you cum on his tongue. Your high washed over you and you tried to desperately get away from your alpha, oversensitivity had kicked in the moment you started coming down.

Johnny, however, pinned you down. He wanted to savour this moment and he wasn’t going to let you escape it. With his hands on your thighs, he held you down onto the mattress. No matter how much you whined, squirmed and tugged at his hair, he wouldn’t stop devouring you. The only mercy you were shown was when his mouth vent further down, tasting your cum before he licked it all up as well.

His primal need to clean his mate overthrew any logical thinking. Growling into your heat as he licked you clean. A hum off approval left his lips when your oversensitivity slowly went away and you relaxed in his embrace.

“You okay?” He asked and you nodded. Your body no longer felt as if it was on fire or in any pain. You were at ease. Johnny had helped you through your heat.

“Are you going to stay?” You asked and soon you felt his presence beside you. Johnny was now sitting on the bed beside you instead of in between your legs.

“Do you want me to?” He asked and you almost wanted to laugh. As if that was even a question, of course you wanted him to stay.

“Yes silly, now get in here.” You said as you crawled up further on the bed. Johnny’s hungry stare never left your half naked body which only made your confidence grow. You may have pulled through your heat, but you still desired him, now more than ever. Screw your plans, you wanted him.

“Y/n… you need to put on some clothes… or I won’t-“

“Won’t what?” You cut him off, and his eyes shifted to focus on yours. His stare purely animalistic as your eyes shifted from his to look further down. Your mouth watered at the sight off his hard dick that was trapped underneath his layers of clothes. “Don’t.” He warned, and you looked into his eyes again.

“Or what?” You challenged and Johnny replied with his alpha voice. “Or you’ll be in for a long night.”  

“I want that… I want you…” You whispered and Johnny’s eyes widened.

“Are you sure?” He asked and you nodded as you answered him. “Please mate me alpha.”

That was all Johnny needed to know before he let himself go. A long night waited for the two of you. Finally, you were his and he was yours. 

[tripleaxeldiaz]

i threw a wish in the well

read on ao3

“I’ll be right back.”

Buck watches as Eddie jogs down the stairs and wills himself to stay seated, to keep reading his book and not run after him to try and eavesdrop. Because Eddie stepping away to talk on the phone is completely normal — even when it’s Chris, he likes his privacy, and Buck respects the hell out of that — but what’s not normal is Eddie returning from said phone call with a self satisfied smile and no details on who he just talked to. Just a shrug and some form of “no one important”.

But it clearly is important, based on the smile, and the fact that someone Buck doesn’t know is making Eddie smile like that is starting to drive him crazy. It was bad enough with Ana, but once that finally fizzled out and Buck had worked through his own feelings, he thought he’d have time — to gauge if Eddie was still interested in dating, if he was interested in dating men, and if he was interested in dating Buck specifically. It was a delicate thing to navigate, and Buck was sure he could take things slow, make sure he read every situation perfectly until he was certain things would work out in his favor.

Clearly, he’d missed his window.

He turns to Hen and Chim, who are locked in a Scrabble battle that’s lasted the better part of two hours. “Do you guys know who Eddie’s been talking to?”

Chim shrugs, eyes never leaving the board. “If you don’t know, we sure don’t.”

“Are you worried?” Hen asks.

He closes his book and tosses it on the counter. “I’m not worried, I’m—” 

None of the endings to that sentence make him look good, because there’s no way to spin I’m mad that someone else is making him that happy or I’m pissed I didn’t get to him first to make him sound like less of a jerk.

Hen, of course, sees right through it. “Looks like you’re a little green-eyed about it, Buck.”

He knows she’s right, and he hates that she’s right, so he takes the first out he can find. “Looks like you’re about to lose pretty badly, Hen.”

She flips back around in her chair just in time to see Chim play JACKEL on a triple word score, cursing under her breath. Buck goes back to his book and tries to ignore the expanding ice in his stomach and the fact that it’s been well over 10 minutes since Eddie left.

Not that he’s been counting.

When he finally does come back, sliding onto the barstool next to Buck, the look is back too — happy but almost smug, like the call (the flirting?) was a competition, and he had decidedly won.

“Who was that?” Buck asks, not looking up from his book because he does not care, Eddie can flirt with whoever he wants and it doesn’t matter to him at all, really.

Eddie shrugs, “Nobody.”

Buck smiles tightly and nods and tries not to fume too obviously. One look from Hen tells him he’s doing a terrible job.

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He finally cracks at movie night. 

Eddie winces apologetically as he pauses the movie and takes his ringing phone to his room. Buck waits until he hears the door click shut before rounding on Chris sitting next to him.

“Do you know who your dad’s been talking to on the phone so often?”

Chris shakes his head. “No, but he always goes into his room to talk.”

“You’ve never tried to listen in?”

He looks offended for a second before deflating. “I can’t hear anything through the door.”

Buck huffs out a laugh, reaching out to ruffle Chris’ hair. “It’s okay, bud, you tried.”

The interrogation ends when Eddie comes back, and Buck elects to drop it for now, focusing instead on the movie and the warm press of Eddie’s arm against his own.

But then Chris goes to bed, and they’re standing in the kitchen talking about nothing, and Eddie’s phone rings again, and Buck does not want him to answer it.

“You’re awfully popular these days. Did you make a new friend I don’t know about?” It’s a little harsher than he means it to be, but his grip on “casual” gets looser and looser every time Eddie gets a call.

To his credit, if he notices, Eddie doesn’t say anything, just smiles and shakes his head. “You’re gonna laugh when I tell you,” he says.

Buck’s not sure he’ll ever find the idea of Eddie dating someone who’s not him funny, but he can try. If it makes Eddie happy, he’ll try anything.

“Adriana was at a bar with some friends for her birthday, and some guy kept trying to hit on her and wouldn’t leave her alone. So when he asked for her number, she gave him mine, and when he called I may have...very strongly suggested that he evaluate his life choices when it comes to picking up women.”

“You yelled at him.”

“I was a little short—”

“You yelled at him.”

“He deserved it!” A flush settles high on Eddie’s cheekbones, like he’s pissed all over again at a guy he’s never met. Buck tries and fails to not find it adorable. “Anyway,” Eddie drains the last of his beer, “She’s done it a few other times and given my number to her friends to use too, so that’s what it is. Just trying to be a good brother.”

“You are a good brother,” Buck says, automatically refuting any idea that Eddie is less than the best person he knows. Once he processes the rest of the story, he does laugh, a loud thing pushed out of his body by relief. “Wow, I really thought—” he stops himself, clears his throat. “Doesn’t matter. I’m sure Adriana’s happy she doesn’t have to field calls from a bunch of weirdos.”

Eddie’s staring at him from across the kitchen, head cocked and eyebrows scrunched. He looks confused for a minute before quickly straightening up, eyes darkening and a look on his face that’s less the sly smirk Buck’s seen lately and more...hungry. Wanting. He sets his beer on the counter as Eddie makes his way over, stopping right in front of Buck and placing his hands next to his hips, bracketing him in. Their chests are just barely touching, and Buck wouldn’t have to lean far to finally know what Eddie tastes like.

“Evan Buckley,” Eddie says — rumbles, really, Buck swears he feels the vibrations in every part of his body, “were you jealous?” 

And while his first instinct is to deny everything, he realizes that his window — though never really closed — has been thrown wide open. The breeze is cool and inviting, the sun is shining, and Eddie is waiting for him, looking anxious and hopeful.

Screw taking his time. He’s got all his answers.

Eddie meets him halfway, and the kiss feels like a thunderstorm — electric, all-encompassing, but still comfortable, washing away the grit and grime to pave the way for new beginnings. They stay like that for a while, Buck reveling in the feeling of Eddie’s lips soft against his and his hair silky between his fingers, and they only pull away when both their smiles get too big. 

“That’s a yes, by the way,” Buck says, still trying to get his breath back.

Eddie snorts. “I figured.” Buck just laughs, and Eddie squeezes his waist and pulls him in again, lips moving from his mouth down his neck, driving any thoughts or snarky comments straight out of Buck’s head. 

He’s about to suggest they move somewhere more comfortable when he hears a soft buzzing from across the room. He groans as Eddie peels away, walking over to his phone and seeing the screen lit up with an unknown number. Eddie hesitates before swiping to answer.

“I’m making out with my boyfriend,” he says, deadpan, looking directly at Buck. “And whoever gave you this number isn’t interested. Don’t call again.” He hangs up, going from confident to apprehensive in a matter of seconds.

Now it’s Buck’s turn for a smug smile. “Boyfriend, huh?”

Eddie saunters back over, smiling himself, but landing somewhere around soft and fond instead of smug, and it makes Buck’s heart flip. “I hope so,” he says, hands grabbing Buck’s waist again.

He kisses Buck again, softly this time, and it’s already so familiar, so addicting, and Buck wants to sink into it and never come out.

“I think we can make that work,” he whispers against Eddie’s lips. He grabs him by the belt buckle and pulls him toward the bedroom, and Eddie spends the next several hours making him forget why he was ever jealous in the first place.

[noisyalmonddreamer]

Dating Will Solace would Include

(A/n) yeah because I felt bad I’m double posting 

-Most caring boyfriend

-like for real

-anything happens and he will be there in a second

-spending lots of time in the infirmary

-you just help out there because you want to be around Will

-some of the stuff you've seen...would be great to forget

-voted 10/10 likely to go up in front of the entire camp to sing a song to you

-actually he did this once

-he sang the song "La da dee" by Cody Simpson in front of everyone at the campfire

-you were embarrassed but it was cute!

-you get jealous a lot because 1. He's like really popular, being the camp's jolly doctor. 2. He's really good looking, like what a handsome boy 3. He is one of the nicest people, he's so happy and shiny all the time

-he's not interested in any of them though

-there is this one girl that keeps pretending to be hurt and sick so she can see Will

-that gets you very mad

-he can tell when you're jealous, he always gives you a kiss telling you that he loves you and that the girl isn't anything to him, just a patient

-on the other hand I don't think he would get jealous very often but he does

-let me explain

-he isn't around a lot to see anything that will make him jealous

-that being said... he isn't around a lot so the thought of you hanging out with someone that might want to take you from him makes him jealous of the imaginary person lol

-if he get jealous he'll just wrap his arms around you without saying anything

-that's how you tell he is jealous, he doesn't talk, he talks a lot so if he isn't you know he's jealous

-He may be the camp doctor and he may seem like he's all composed and crap but if you get hurt he loses his shit.

- "WE NEED A DOCTOR! wait- I am a doctor"

- "Not really-"

-teaches you how to play instruments

-He was the first one to kiss you

-it was so cute

-I want to say he was an amazing kisser first try but let's be real he was a bit awkward

-After a few tries he was good, gets great really

-his lips are really warm and soft. Also they taste like honey?????

- "Why do your lips taste like honey?"

- "Because I'm sweet baby"

-You find out he just uses lip balm that taste like honey

-He's a softy for the cuddles

-run your hands through his hair and he will melt

-his hair is the softest like wow, feels like you're touching silk

-he's super warm so cuddles are toasty

-doesn't matter the temperature he demands cuddles everyday

- "Will it's hotter than Hades out"

- "doesn't matter you need one hour of cuddles a day doctors orders"

- "oh come on! Screw you and your doctor's orders!"

- "I mean if you want to-"

- "WILL"

-also very likely to forget any and all responsibilities if you guys cuddle.

-one of his siblings will have to remind him

- "WILL STOP MAKING OUT WITH (Y/N) AND COME TO THE INFIRMARY"

-his siblings loving you though

-always makes sure you're the healthiest you can be

-makes you follow the food pyramid and all that jazz

-He likes PDA but nothing more than like kisses and hand holds and hugs

-he just doesn't want to make people uncomfortable

-though he is very likely to give you a piggyback ride

-spending time hanging out in the strawberry fields

-if you get sick, I pray for you

-not like you'll get worse or anything, no no no you will be mothered to death

-Will knows how to take care of sick people but if it's you he gets so scared

- "Here take this!"

- "Will this is for pancreatitis"

- "YOU DON'T KNOW"

- his siblings have to take care of you

-but he will stay around to help

-comforting him if he ever feels like he doesn't live up to the Apollo son name

-You teach him to use weapons because he isn't the best with them

-Would leave a hickey but doesn't mean to, He just gets carried away

-Your relationship is something everyone wants

[thearcherbrothersx]

Marcus : Jealousy’s a Bitch

OPEN TO FEMALES ONLY

“Oh, come on.” Marcus chuckled, throwing his arms out to indicate how silly he found the whole damned discussion. As if his laughing didn’t do that already. “There was no flirting. And she was only touching my arm. Nothing you need to be throwing a fit about.” Or pushing unknown women for, for that matter. He’d always found her jealousy rather endearing, but he hadn’t seen her get physical about it before. She usually just staked out her territory by touching him, or by telling the other woman off. Nothing like this. They were in the bathroom of the pub, where he’d dragged her after the altercation; he liked this bar and he wasn’t too keen on being banned from it because his girlfriend… or whatever she was, couldn’t keep her temper in check. Okay, so he had a wandering eye - he wasn’t disputing that, but it wasn’t like she’d ever seen him do anything about it.

[marchioness-caprina]

Confessions

Pairings : Reader x Bakugou

Writing Style : 1st Person and 3rd Person

Warning : A Lot of Swearing

Word Count : 3639

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Y/n's POV

" I Just don't Know what To do Izuku! You're Telling Me He Likes me but he barely even takes a glance at me! The bad thing is that whenever I try approaching him... Or even expressing my Love for him... He screams bloody murder and roasts me like there's no tomorrow! " I complained as I buried my face within my palms .

I was on the verge of tears simply because of a shitty crush. I felt Izuku's Hand caress my head as He stared down at me with a sympathetic gaze.

" There, There y/n. Let it all out " He muttered making me want to cry even more but I wasn't done venting.

" I've been chasing him ever since we were in middle school! Ironic how I give nothing but love but receive pain instead... I think... I should finally Give up" I whispered the last part and Izuku's movements were put in a halt.

" Really? After everything you've been doing for him? You'll just give up?! That's not you y/n! You're the type of person who fights with everything you've got without losing hope! And that's pretty admirable! I may not be as close with Kaachan as I was before but I know for a fact that he likes you too and is just too... Errr... Umm... How do I say this? Uhh He just has a really big Ego to admit it " He tried lifting my spirit up but I was tired. My heart was tired and I just wanted to... Give up or maybe Just Rest for a couple of weeks.

" Yeah? Well you think pretty Highly of Me Izuku.... But I'm weak too you know and there are battles I must quit.... I'll just try to recollect myself and rest for a few weeks Or so, I'll have to set my Priorities straight too... Ya know... If you get what I mean and all " I chuckled trying to mask the pain and it was futile. Izuku can read me like an open book.

He gave me a solemn look before nodding. This little cinnamon roll is just too kind and understanding, he even accompanied me to this very cafe we were in when he saw me looking down coming out of the Dorms.

" I get it, People need to cool off from time to time " He gave me a small smile and I returned it with a grin.

" Hey! You know there's this Carnival That was set up last week and it's their last day today! I had two tickets and tried inviting Katsuki.... I mean Bakugou Yesterday and he almost blew these tickets away.... It would be a waste if we don't use it so why don't we start my Personal Growth and healing by having Fun!? " I exclaimed and Izuku looked genuinely as excited as me.

" Really!? Sure! I'd like to go! It's been awhile since I actually had fun because of all the Pressure and Stress! " He smiled and I grabbed his hand immediately and dragged him out of the cafe and Off to The carnival we Go!.

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" Man! And Don't even get me started on the Food there! Although the Almight Mascot looked Really Weird it was still fun! " I Beamed as Izuku opened the front door.

" Yeah! And the Fireworks were awesome Too! I'm really glad we hung out today! " He bashfully stated as we simultaneously stepped inside .

" And Where have you two gone to? Maybe you shouldn't have came back if you'd show up in the middle of the damn night " Aizawa sensei suddenly appeared out of nowhere making me and Izuku flinch in shock.

" W-why... Hello there sensei " Midoriya stuttered fear ridden as he glanced down at me.

' Shit we're screwed '

" Guys! I believe it was extremely irresponsible to be gone without a word and come back at an unearthly hour! You could have atleast sent one of us a message or even answered Our calls! So we wouldn't be this anxious of your arrival! " Iida Sped walked towards me and Izuku and that's when we noticed that everyone was still up and gathered in the common room.

" We were so worried about you guys! We thought a villain took you or something! "

" Not cool dude, Aizawa Sensei almost flipped and called out a search team to look for you guys "

" You could have told us before you left "

Came the concerned comments of our classmates. It made my heart swell up with Joy and at the same time Guilt.

" We're so Sorry! " Me and Izuku yelled in Sync bowing our heads.

" It was my fault! I forgot my phone in my room! And Izuku was just accompanying me to a small cafe in town... And I invited him to go have fun at the carnival... To Distress.... I didn't think you guys would be this worried but thank you for worrying about us! " I yelled an apology and Izuku was fast to take the blame.

" No it's my fault! I turned off my phone and left without informing anyone and without thinking of the consequences! Neither me and y/n were aware of the time. We won't do it again! We're sorry guys" Izuku frowned as I placed my hand on his shoulder.

With a sigh Aizawa gave us a stern look scratching the back of his head before speaking.

" Look, this better not happen again or else you two will be in serious trouble. You're lucky tomorrow's a Sunday so No school . Just make sure to say something next time and not disappear without a trace "

" Yes sensei! " Izuku answered while I nodded my head vigorously.

As Aizawa continued his Lecture my eyes drifted towards the crowd of my classmates and what surprised me was that Bakugou was Present. He was awake. Did he actually give a fuck?... No he's probably dragged into this by Kaminari or Kirishima.

After a long 30 minutes of sermon Aizawa sensei finally let us go.

In the end everyone returned to their rooms and Before I went to mine I gave Izuku a Hug as a ' Thank you for being there for me ' and I was unaware of a pair of crimson red eyes staring at us.

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The Next Day

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I heard knocking on my door which forced me to wake up and open the door and to my surprise it was Izuku and Uraraka.

" Morning Guys.... What brings you here? " I yawned blinking my eyes as the two chuckled at my messy appearance.

Bed hair, oversized t shirt and drool on the corner of my lips.

" We came here to invite you for breakfast! Everyone is gathered in the common room! You're a pretty heavy sleeper! Jirou and Momo tried waking you up earlier and there was no answer " Uraraka explained but still, sleep was very much alive in my system and I just gave a lazy nod before hanging again.

" Looks like she's still Tired Uraraka, you go on ahead we'll catch up with you" Izuku offered and Uraraka was fast to jolt away a from us.

" Ok! But you better not let her go back to sleep Deku! Everyone's counting on you to wake her up! " Uraraka yelled as she headed downstairs.

I was swaying back and forth with my eyes half lidded and I had a sudden urge to sleep on the floor.

" Still sleepy? " Izuku asked and fortunately I was still awake enough to give him a nod.

" Wanna get on my back? I'll carry you down stairs so you'll have time to rest " He offered while turning his back against me and bending down.

Without hesitation I fell on his back and subconsciously wrapped my arms around his neck and my head resting on his back.

I felt his scarred hand grip my thighs and he lifted me off the ground and started walking.

Honestly I didn't know how long it took him to get to the common room but I was happy I had a really nice friend to carry me like this.

" Wow, Midoriya when we told you to get Y/n we didn't know you'd actually ' Get ' Her " The familiar Voice of Kaminari commented and I was thankfully awake or more like I forced myself to be awake.

I peeked my eyes at him and stuck my tongue out.

" Yeah you're just jealous cause Izuku is Carrying me " I retorted and Izuku's chest vibrated in a small chuckle.

" You two a Thing Now or something? " Mina grinned pointing at us with her chopsticks.

" No Mina we're not a Thing. We're People " I countered and she gave a light laugh.

" Smart move y/n. Smart move "

" Do you want me to put you down now? " Izuku asked as he looked back at me and I shook my head.

" No, I like being carried by you. You're really warm " I smirked and the poor boy's face overheated with embarrassment.

" Oo~ are you sure you two aren't a Thing? " Uraraka Teased giving me and Izuku a suggestive wink.

" So you're dumping Bakugou for Midoriya or something? " Kaminari crackled with laughter and the whole room fell into a cold silence.

As if everyone knew something I should be aware of.

" Me and Bakugou aren't Dating in the first place, I don't think we'll ever be together too " I confidently stated and I could hear gasps and the shock faces of my classmates didn't go unnoticed.

" S-She called him Bakugou and Not Katsuki! " Mineta Yelled in panic as he stared at me with wide eyes.

Suddenly a loud bang was heard from one of the tables. Specifically the Table Bakugou was on.

He had slammed his hand on the table along with his chopsticks and he was seething with so much anger and... Are my eyes lying? Is that jealousy!?.

" I ain't fucking hungry! " He yelled and stood up violently that the chair fell off.

He started stomping his way towards us. I was never afraid of Him.... Well not until Now atleast.

" Deku " He growled lowly and I could feel Izuku tremble.

Immediately, I got down from his back and when Katsuki was close enough I stepped infront of Izuku.

" Stay Back Bitch! " He hissed and I stood my ground.

" No you Stay back Asshole! What is your problem!? Why don't you mind your own fucking Business! " I snapped harshly poked his Chest with each word I uttered.

He glared at me tiny sparks popping on his palms.

What he said next was something I have never expected him to say.

" You are My goddamn Business You Little Shit! Hanging around with Deku the whole Night making me worry about your shitty ass! And now you're clinging onto him like a stupid fucking Koala! Can't you see how jealous I am!? Can't you drill it in your pretty little head that you're Fucking Mine! " His voice rang through every corner of the common room.

Everyone was silent for a few seconds. My eyes were wide and full of disbelief.

" Finally, Took Him a long time to actually confess... It was kinda getting painful to watch " Kaminari mumbled but it was loud enough for me to hear.

" Dude, it was so manly confessing to her infront of everyone. Bakugou is a true man " Came another comment from one of my classmates, Kirishima.

Katsuki was glaring at me his Chest rising and falling at a visible way clearly indicating how aggravated he was.

His crimson eyes held a lot of swirling emotions, Jealousy, Anger, Betrayal and Possessiveness.

" ..... Excuse you!? " I managed to voice out and he tried grabbing me but I was quick to evade his hand.

" No! And Just when I finally decided to give up on you. You decide to throw all this bullshit infront of me Bakugou Fucking Katsuki! No you listen here you Egotistical Haughty Son of a Bitch! I suffered through every shitty insult and pain you threw my way because I loved you and when I'm at my limit and ready to go you give me this!? all you gave me was pain and honestly I'm not a masochistic bitch to accept it with open arms how but my middle finger huh?!. Damn you and your very confusing and petty way of claiming me! That is not happening! You hear me!? So suck it up Bakuhoe and Go Fuck yourself " I actually felt proud of myself but that was the first time I actually raised my voice or even cursed infront of everyone in the first place so their dumbfounded expression didn't really surprised me.

" Wow.... Your girl's as good at Cursing as you are Bakugou " Sero was the first to comment and that pissed me off.

" I'm not his 'Girl' " I emphasized the girl part with a hint of mockery.

" Yet " Bakugou added making me glare at him.

" Fuck you " I grumbled turning around to walk away in victory thinking I had won the fight.

But before I could even take one step forward I was slung over Bakugou's Shoulder hanging upside down.

" Put me down you Fucking Asshole! " I yelled as he carried me away from the common room.

" Hey! " I grab hold of his blonde hair which was surprisingly soft and gave it a harsh tug which earned me a groan from him.

" Bitch! " He yelled slapping my butt making me gasp.

" I should get you mad more often, That was hot " He commented as if he hadn't just slapped my butt.

The nerve of this fucker.

" Put me down!" I growled as he proceeded to carry me upstairs.

" Now don't think I'm done with you just yet. I have to get my sweet revenge because you hung out with Fucking Deku and let him touch you! " He barked as I felt him tighten his hold on my fleshy thigh.

I tried everything I could, from squirming to kicking to punching his back but the guy is a Fucking wall and didn't even budge.

" Stop it Bitch! Save your energy for later. You're gonna need it " He muttered making me react violently. Until he had enough of it and slammed my back to the nearest wall with his strong muscular arms trapping me I'm between with his body a bit too close to mine.

His face was inches away and I visibly gulped turning my face to the side as his breathe fanned my cheek.

" Bakugou I'm warning you. I'm gonna do something YOU'RE gonna regret if you don't let me go " I had managed to say without stuttering and I mentally Pat myself on the back for my strong tone.

" Fuck it y/n. You really think I'd let you get away after Saying all that shit and defending Deku!? After you hopped onto his back like you're HIS!? Well you're Fucking Mine! You got that!? " He yelled making me groan. His voice was too loud and I think my ears are gonna bleed.

" You asked for it! " I yelled back as I prepared to kick him where the sun don't shine but I didn't even get to raise my leg halfway when he pulled me down by my leg and pressed his body against mine even more.

Right now I had no way of moving with my leg trapped against his thighs holding me in place.

" Oh? Was that your Great Fucking Move? Well it's pretty pathetic so kick and scream all you want. I'm claiming you right now " Using his hand he raked my locks down and gripped onto my hair roughly forcing me to face him and his lips had already connected with mine.

His kiss was rough, dominating with a tinge of passion and jealousy. Moving his lips at a better angle his other hand trailed down to squeeze my hips.

I ressisted. I really did but after awhile of him kissing me I melted. My hands wrapping themselves around his neck my chest squeezed with his toned chest. Both of his hands resting on my waist as I stood on my tippy toes kissing him back with the same intensity.

Opening my mouth to give him access he didn't waste a second to slip his tongue inside my claiming his new domain. His tongue wrestled with my own and soon gaining dominance as he continued the rough kiss.

It was a very angry kiss with lots of jealousy coming from him.

When we finally pulled away breathless and panting his intense crimson orbs pierced mine a smug smirk slowly rigging on the corners of his mouth.

" Still refusing me after that? After you willingly kissed me back? After clinging onto me for dear life? " He was either mocking me or teasing me but either way it pissed me off.

" Katsuki I'm gonna rip your throat off if you keep that up " I glared at him but I guess actions spoke louder than words because my neck was still wrapped around his neck and my body still pressed against his.

" Yeah right and a moment ago you called me Bakugou now look who's calling me Katsuki again " He sneered and I tried retreating my hand away from his neck to push him away but he beat me to it; grabbing my arms and using it as leverage to pull me closer towards him.

" I know I did some pretty fucked up shit. I'm not the best person at expressing these shitty feelings I have for you but I will make it up to you, I'm s-soow.... S-sooo.... Rrr... Eeyyyy " The way he forced out a ' I'm sorry ' got me laughing so hard .

He didn't appreciate that because his cheeks were tinted red form embarrassment and anger.

" You Fucking bitch! Don't laugh at me! I'm trying! " He yelled as I continued laughing.

Yeah, seeing him like that was new and hilarious.

My laughter was cut off when I felt his warm lips press a kiss on my cheek.

He looked to his side his eyes avoiding mine.

" Don't Fucking laugh cause I mean it though.... I'll make it up to you.... " He muttered the faint red color of his cheeks still present.

A smile formed on my lips as I stared at him fondly. A small pinkish tint coating my own cheeks but me being me I ruined the moment with a bitchy remark.

" Yeah why don't you practice saying Sorry first while not sounding like you were about to take the biggest shit of your life " I retorted and because of that I began laughing once again and he was raging. Screaming at me to stop laughing but I couldn't help it. He did deserve it after all.

I'm pretty sure I'll get more of my little revenge in the future....

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Bonus :

" Deku.... I know you care about those two and You're a hardcore shipper but... What you did though... Was it on purpose? " Uraraka asked taking another bite of her pancakes as they listened to the two bicker.

" Who knows " Izuku answered with a contented smile on his face.

" Huh... You're a bit suicidal for doing that but I respect you man. Bakugou finally confessed it was getting pretty sad to watch him act all tough and pretending he doesn't like her " Sero chuckled.

" Hopefully those two will stay strong from now on... " Momo took a sip of her tea and everyone silently agreed with her.

" So.... Do you think they're Fucking? " Mineta suddenly brought up the topic which caused Tsu to slap him with her Tongue.

" Mineta-kun you're being a pervert again" Tsu muttered staring at the purple headed boy.

" Hahahahha! " Denki and Mina suddenly came down stairs holding a camera.

" You guys wanna see what they were doing upstairs? " Denki asked while laughing.

" Dude, invading other people's privacy is Not manly " Kirishima stated bit he couldn't help but be curious.

" .... What happened though? " Kirishima asked taking a peek at the camera.

" Oh you know, They kissed and Bakugou tried saying sorry but it was an epic fail! " Mina laughed and on cue Y/n came running down with an in raged Bakugou trailing hot on her tail.

" Come Back here! " Bakugou barked trying to grab hold of the girl.

" I was being honest when I said you need practice in saying sorry! You look like you're about to shit Bricks! " She yelled merely avoiding the hand of Bakugou that was centimeters away from holding her.

" Drama and Breakfast in the morning sure is pretty Good. But Drama, Breakfast and Comedy in the Morning is The best! " Denki chuckled watching the two interact.

" Oh boy... I have a feeling everything is going to be a lot more louder here than usual " Izuku sighed .

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Ateez: Teasing Them In Front Of The Members (Rated)

May contain certain NSFW scenarios.

Kim Hongjoong:

Truthfully, it wasn't something you purposefully planned to happen, nor did you actually want to tease him in front of the others while you all watched a movie. You were just so needy for affection at that moment and Hongjoong didn't seem to get the hint.

"What's the pout for?" He asked as he looked at your sad face.

"Daddy! I want you to cuddle me!" You whined at him.

When you spat out that word, San choked on his drink, Yeosang and Jongho covered their mouths, Wooyoung had popcorn falling out of his mouth, Mingi and Yunho just widened their eyes and Seonghwa snorted. But Hongjoong had panic written all over his face and you hid your face when you realized what you said.

"Oooh I didn't know you were into that stuff." Seonghwa teased his best friend.

"Hyung! You seriously like being called Daddy?!" San exclaimed, really shocked yet amused at the revelation.

Hongjoong got over his shock and simply smirked at them.

"Yeah she calls me Daddy. Jealous?"

He simply shrugged it off and finally pulled you close to him to cuddle you, and they all resumed watching the movie. You thought it was all over until Hongjoong whispered in your ear.

"Just wait until we're alone. You wanted Daddy's attention so badly? Don't worry, you'll definitely get it."

Park Seonghwa:

All throughout dinner with the boys, you kept poking fun at Seonghwa. You didn't start it, Wooyoung and San, as usual, kept picking at him and somewhere along, you joined in on the fun. It was funny to you seeing his reactions. You wanted to see just how far you could push him, how much he'd let you get away with. His patience was definitely surprising, because although he'd glare at you every now and then, he wouldn't really budge.

"Y/N. Behave." He simply told you, as he went back to eating.

Now you felt you had your chance.

"Or what? You'll bend me over and spank me?" You smirked at him.

All you heard was the sound of Seonghwa dropping his fork on his plate harshly, his eyes burning right into you. Everyone was silent, the air suddenly got really tense and nobody wanted to say anything anymore. That's when you know, you were screwed.

Seonghwa scoffed before getting up and walking over to you. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder and made his way to his room.

"I suggest you all leave for a few hours. I've got a little brat here that needs to be reminded their manners." Was the only warning he gave the rest of them before slamming the door shut.

"Who wants to get ice cream?" Hongjoong suggested and immediately all of them got up and practically ran out the door, not wanting to hear what Seonghwa was planning for you.

Jeong Yunho:

It was supposed to be a normal movie night with the boys. So why must you torture Yunho like this? He didn't think that when he'd agree to let you sit on his lap, that you had other plans and were bent on seeing him flustered. At first he thought you were simply adjusting yourself, trying to get comfortable. Boy was he wrong. When you started grinding against him, he knew he walked straight into a trap.

"Babe....don't." He whispered, his hands gripping your hips in an attempt to stop you from going any further.

You looked back at him and feigned innocence.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

However, you shifting around, clearly grinding against his growing erection said something completely different. Yunho tried to focus on the movie but your movements weren't helping. He grabbed a nearby blanket and covered your bottom halves with it. At least that way no one would suspect anything.

Yunho tried to hold back the noises threatening to escape his lips. He hid his face in your neck, thankful that they chose a scary movie. In one particular jump scare, he took advantage of the fact all the others screamed their lungs out to let out a groan when he felt himself cum inside his pants.

"Yunho, are you ok?" Yeosang asked him, looking at his flustered state.

"Huh? Yeah.... I just got really scared." He quickly replied, hoping no one noticed.

Kang Yeosang:

You were busy cooking food for the boys. They've been working so hard, and you felt they deserved it. So obviously your mind was occupied with making sure nothing burned and everything would turn out perfect. Yeosang however kept distracting you, whether it was by poking your sides or trying to pull you into a hug. He was needy, you could tell, and if you ignored him, he was pouting and letting out a tiny whine.

"Yeosangie, let me finish here and then we can cuddle ok?" You hoped he'd back off and let you finish your task.

He seemed hell bent on making that impossible for you though. He began taking away things he knew you needed, or threatening to add things to the food, luckily you stopped him, or one of the other guys, who were casually hanging around. You decided to put an end to his bratty behavior. When you caught him trying to take away the salt, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him against you.

"Baby boy... I would appreciate it if you let me finish, I wouldn't want to have to punish you later tonight? Do you?" You cocked your head to the side and smirked at him.

Yeosang turned beet red at your comment and the giggles coming from the other members weren't helping. He was embarrassed, he could only nod and backed away from you. You sighed. You really didn't want to tease him like that in front of the others, but he left you no choice.

Choi San:

Maybe you had a little too much alcohol in your system, maybe it was the fact all of you decided to go clubbing and the environment just made you want to get crazy. Whatever it was, San definitely wasn't a fan of your overly chatty mouth right now. You kept teasing him. At first it started lightly, but then it got to be too much. Wooyoun wasn't helping either, not with following along and certainly not with how close he was to you. It made him insanely jealous.

"Y/N......" San grabbed your attention by pulling you off Wooyoung's lap and setting you next to him.

"What?" You asked in a mocking tone.

"Shut up." He ordered you, his eyes piercing into yours.

"Make. Me." You scoffed at him.

Having had enough, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up. He dragged you across the club and made his way into one of the bathrooms. You kept protesting, telling him to let go of you, but he was not listening. He pressed you against one of the walls and gripped your jaw, making you shut up instantly.

"On your knees. Right now you dirty brat." He commanded you in a sharp tone.

You slid down and obeyed his orders. He never took his eyes off you. He only smirked as he began unbuckling his belt.

"Want me to shut you up? Don't worry, I'll make sure to shut that mouth of yours."

Song Mingi:

All of you were hanging out together, playing games while enjoying a bunch of ice cream and popsicles. It was summer and they were a must. You decided it would be funny to mess with your boyfriend for a little bit. Making sure that he was looking over at you, you winked at him before sliding most of the popsicle inside your mouth, almost to the point of deep throating it. Mingi legit froze and just stared at you for a moment, trying to process what was happening. However his face caught the attention of the other members.

"Mingi what's with you?" Yunho asked.

"I think his brain finally stopped working." Hongjoong said.

Yeosang however followed Mingi's gaze and looked over at you. You quickly tried to hide what you were doing but failed.

"Y/N! You're disgusting!" Yeosang exclaimed when he realized what you were doing.

"What? Why?!" San asked.

"Cause they were right there deep throat-"

"Ahhhhhh!!!! Quiet you!!" Mingi shouted, covering Yeosang's mouth so no one would hear the rest.

"And you! No more popsicles for you!" Mingi continued as he snatched the popsicle stick away from you, sweat dripping down his forehead from how flustered he was.

Jung Wooyoung:

Having dinner at a restaurant with the boys was nothing new, they often liked going out, and you liked spending time with your boyfriend. After you were all done eating, of course they wanted to talk their hearts away. The conversation wasn't particularly interesting, and you decided to have a little fun. Maybe it was a little dangerous, especially given that you were in a public setting, with the boys right there with you, but you didn't care. You rested your hand on Wooyoung's thigh. At first, he thought nothing of it, you often did it. But slowly, it crept its way in between his legs, palming him and making him get hard instantly. You watched his Adam's apple move as he swallowed hard when he realized what you were doing, but he quickly got over his flustered state.

His hand tapped your thigh, silently commanding you to spread them out for him. You only shut them more, not willing to budge. When he pinched your thigh harshly, that's when you opened them and he wasted no time in slipping his hand and began rubbing you through your panties. You stiffened when he pressed hard on it, biting down on your lip to suppress any noise that was threatening to spill out from your lips. You definitely weren't expecting him to give you a taste of your own medicine.

He looked over at you and leaned close to you.

"You really wanna play this game? Fine. Let's see how long you can last." He whispered in your ear, his fingers moving your panties to the side so he could have direct contact with your clit.

You scoffed at his challenge, your fingers making a quick work of his zipper, slipping easily inside his boxers. You definitely weren't going to give in so easily. And that's how you two ended up playing with each other under the table, trying hard not to get caught and not give in to the other person.

Choi Jongho:

You purposefully decided to wear a thong under your skirt for the day. You don't know why, but you knew you wanted to mess with your boyfriend for a little bit. When you showed up to the dorm, he definitely had no clue what you were up to, although he did thought you looked adorable.

Everything was going fine for a while. Nothing out of the ordinary. But then suddenly you got your chance to strike. You went to pick up something that one of the boys dropped, which was conveniently right in Jongho's sight. You bent down, making sure that your skirt would rise up enough for him to see what was underneath.

When you came back up, you looked behind you to see Jongho's reaction. Boy was shook. He just stared at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks. You chuckled softly and were walking back to your seat in the living room, but Jongho grabbed your hand and excused you two before taking you to his room.

"Are you crazy?!" Jongho asked you once he shut the door.

You tilted your head to the side. "What? You didn't like the view?"

"You! Aish! No- I mean yes! I mean, ugh!" He stuttered.

"Of course I liked it, but what if one of my Hyungs had seen? I don't like them seeing what only I can!" He huffed and crossed his arms

You giggled at his words and cupped his cheeks.

"Ok, I'll make sure it won't happen again."

"Oh trust me it won't."

He wasted no time rummaging through his closet, looking for something to cover you up in.

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