#what if they held hands and kissed each other lovingly huh? what then?

[birdcatt]

[hollythius]

IT’S A SYMBOL OF OUR FRIENDSHIP! | secret relationship headcannons

featuring | alhaitam, kaveh, tighnari, childe

prompt | as secret lovers, your favorite pastime is buying incognito matching items for you and your partner. but after so many grandiose, lovingly picked items start to alert your friends— well, what do you say?

tldr | i love secret relationship tropes 🫶 especially when it’s by choice and not necessity. reader is gn, i tried to be funny (it didn’t work), help i cant write any of these characters, uhh enjoy!! reblogs help btw! this got way off topic, uhhhh i’m having fun with these hehe

ALHAITAM — matching rings

the great sage was rarely fond of people, and even rarer was when he purposefully went out of his way to do something for another person. thus, after you had gotten over the initial shock of his confession— wham! he had pulled you aside to hand you a box that held matching rings. you almost fainted, the insanity of your precious haitham not understanding the implications of such jewelry threw you for a loop. however, you accepted it as a sort of promise ring, the silver band wrapped with green, vine-like markings. kaveh was the first to notice. “what’s that you’ve got there?” he smirked. his pointer finger directed at alhaitam’s middle finger where the ring rested. “oh, and what’s this? y/n has one too? oh my!” and alhaitam, sweet, red faced alhaitam, simply said, “it’s a gesture of our friendship!” you shook your head, smiling. kaveh laughed. you knew he was starting to suspect you anyway.

KAVEH — matching earrings

having your boyfriend’s roommate intrude on the two of you was rare, but that didn’t mean it didn’t happen. you were beginning to think it was on purpose— alhaitam was smart, and it wouldn’t take a genius to realize your relationship. (especially with how affectionate kaveh was sometimes) “y/n, help me put them in,” kaveh whines. “hold on, kaveh. here,” you finished putting your own earrings in, before coming over to kaveh. you press a kiss to his temple, which leads to him kissing your wrist— soon the earrings are left forgotten on the vanity and your collective priority is to kiss each other to death. these ministrations hold your attention so tightly that you don’t hear the knock at the door. or the ‘i’m coming in’ from alhaitham. well, he was bound to find out one way or another.

TIGHNARI — matching bracelets

tighnari’s tongue stuck out a little when he was focused— a cute habit of his that you had yet to comment on. now, he was focused on latching a clasp on a bracelet he had bought you. on his wrist was a matching one: gold and green with incredible luster. he was struggling. “need help, nari?” you ask, giggling. “no. m’fine.” he was certainly not fine, with how long it was taking him. “you’re so cute,” you say softly, tighnari looking up at you annoyed. “and?” you laugh again, the clasp on your bracelet still not closed. you kiss the top of his head, chuckling. “i think you need some help, hon.”

CHILDE — matching scarves

the chilly weather of snezhnaya warranted thick coats, long bottoms, and heavy boots. hats or earmuffs were common, but scarves were practically a staple fashion item. they could be worn multiple ways, styled impeccably, and still keep you warm. so when childe gifted you a red scarf that perfectly matched his own, you melted. “is this for me?” you whispered, childe chuckling at the awe in your tone. “uh-huh. look, it matches mine! and red’s a common color here, so it doesn’t look suspicious,” he said. but the real test would be when he was out in public. the red on his face could easily be explained away as from the cold, but you knew that the rosy tint was him blushing. you buried your face in your own scarf, embarrassed. childe just thought it made you look cuter.

[yup-thats-me]

all for you • Gabimaru.

pairing: Gabimaru x wife!reader

synopsis: his wife has given him the best gift of all. a baby ; the reader is pregnant.

warning: pregnancy.

"y/n, let's take you to the village doctor, yeah?" Gabimaru said, stroking the back of his wife lovingly as she threw up.

this was the fourth time this week and it was making Gabi worry about his wife. obviously she's his the only reason to stay alive. it was for her that he made it out alive from Shinsenkyo alive, no matter the dangerous situations he faced. it was all for her. now that she's unwell made his insides churn in fear. if anything happens to her, maybe he'll burn down the entire country.

however, y/n partially knew what the problem was, just a little uncertain.

"Okay...", she spoke slowly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. she slowly drank the water Gabi gave her. by the help of her husband, she stood up slowly, walking back inside the house to get dressed to visit the doctor.

"do you want me to help you change, y/n?" Gabimaru offered.

it won't be the first time that he'd help his wife get dressed. he had done it a number of times, but this time, y/n turned down his offer.

she smiled at him softly, "I'm quite alright. just be outside ill come in a bit, okay?" She kissed him on the cheek.

Gabi nodded, waiting outside the room, pacing I'm anticipation.

inside the room on the other hand, y/n was already dressed. she stood in front of the mirror, caressing her stomach deliberately. "can it really be true?" She wishpered.

when she came out, Gabi put his hand around her waist, walking slowly. y/n felt weak. every now and then, she held Gabi more tighter as the two walked. finally, the two reached the doctor's place.

"how many days has it been?" the doctor, an elderly woman asked the couple.

the two looked at each other for a second. "this has been going on for more than a week," Gabi replied for y/n.

the woman nodded. "can I talk to y/n alone for a moment?"

Gabimaru shot the woman a suspicious look but nevertheless agreed when y/n squeezed his hand, silently telling him that its alright. again, Gabi stepped out from the room and sat outside.

so many thoughts ran amok his head. what if y/n is terminally ill? or some incurable disease that will take her from him? no. he won't let that happen. even if it was an incurable disease, he'll die with her. no questions asked. and if the disease was curable, he'll do everything in his power to cure back his y/n. he made so many assumptions about y/n's hypothetical diseases, never for once did he think she might be pregnant. he's that thick skinned when it comes to y/n. he forgets to think anything logical when it comes to her.

few minutes later, the two women stepped out the house. Gabi ran to y/n. seeing her smiling made him relax just a bit.

"well? what is it?"

the woman giggled. "I'll leave you two to it. Best of luck", she said going back inside the room leaving the couple alone.

y/n seemed to be avoiding any eye contact with Gabi. "y/n you're making me nervous again. tell me what the problem is!"

"Gabi...you're going to be a father", Y/n replied slowly. she laughed internally as the look on Gabi's face changed from anxious to a confused one. "...huh?"

y/n blushed. "Gabimaru, I am pregnant, woth your child." She spoke nervously. she knew Gabi won't be angry at the news but still she was hesitant.

Gabi stood in his spot not miving even an inch. "Oh my god," He said sitting on the ground. He was too happy to speak. Y/n smiled, kneeling down beside him. "shh...its okay." She hugged her husband as her husband broke down in her hold.

she made Gabi face her, wiping his tears away. "are you okay?"

Gabi smiled at her, hugging her close. "Okay? I'm far more than okay! you've made me the happiest man alive, Y/n!" He laughed, kissing her shortly.

the two also went to the market on their way back,buying sweets and Y/n watched with a smile as her husband gave the sweets tk everyone for the good news. he even fed the stray dogs. he was happy, he wanted the world to celebrate too!

when the two reached home, Y/n was about to enter the kitchen to prepare the dinner, when Gabi stopped her. "And what do you think you're doing?"

Y/n looked at him confused. "We have to have dinner too. you know," She giggled, making Gabi's face tinted with bright red. "Of course I know. but I won't allow you to cook. I'll do it." He said.

"Why, darling? you want to eat something different? tell me and I'll make it. why should you make dinner?"

"No. from now onwards, you can't cook, clean, or do any work. I'll do it all. You and our baby need rest," He said, scratching the back of his head. his statement made y/n giggle. "But anat, I'm just two weeks in. I can still work."

Gabimaru shook his head. "No. I said I'll do all the work. all you have to do is rest. I can't have you working in this condition. I want both my baby and my wife to be healthy," He said caressing your belly. You smiled at him, knowing there's no way of changing his mind now. so you gave up.

as Gabimaru prepared the dinner, so many thoughts came to his mind. family. a family. it was always had been just a word for Gabimaru. he believed he'd never be able to have a family, not a person like him. he was a monster. how can a monster have a family? but then you came along. you healed his scars, made him look at the world differently. it was yiu who taught him that this world is a beautiful place if one knew how to look at it. he is forever greatful to you. he always will be. he prays now, something he'd never ever done. he prays to the Almighty that you'll always stay with him. he promises to love you endlessly, and now that he's soon going to have a baby, he wishes to become the best father that there ever is. he wants to become perfect for you. all for you.

reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated!!

[laurentpark]

Losing Me — Huh Yunjin

Pairing: huh yunjin X actress! Reader

Summary: you were willing to throw everything out just for her, but will she do the same?

Genre: angst.

Warnings: falling out of love, heartbreak, rejection, relationship problems, things like that, the other members not making an appearance

A/N: first time writing. hope this isn't too bad for my first work 🙏 also keep in mind english isn't my first language so forgive me for bad grammar.

You and Yunjin have been together for years. Six to be exact.

Despite being together for a long time, you can still recall the day you confessed to her, the very first date you had, the very first kiss, and also the very first time you two said those three words to each each other. I love you. However, you can also recall the day where your relationship with took an unfortunate turn.

It was a beautiful summer night where it was just the two of you. No fans. No members. No cameras. Just the two of you, and a small box in your pocket that contained a beautiful emerald ring.

You mustered up all your courage and confessed your love and devotion to her.

And finally, you kneeled your knee to the ground and slipped off those words off your tongue,

"Will you marry me?"

And her answer has been stuck with you ever since.

"I can't. I'm sorry."

Ever since then, everything seems to be falling apart.

"You don't understand, Y/N. You never will." Yunjin states, gritting her teeth while she attempts to walk away from you. "I can't risk it right now. I can't risk my job. I can't risk the members as well, you know this is a bad idea not only for me but for them as well."

"Oh please, don't even pull that card on me!" You argue back to her, a frown tugging your lips. You sigh and grab Yunjin's hand so she won't walk away.

She narrows her eyes at you with a skeptic look, "What are you doing?"

"Just listen," You sigh out. "I know you don't understand but can you at least try to? You aren't the only one who's risking their career."

This was the thing that confused you the most. Yes, Yunjin is a member of one of the world's most popular kpop group and the news of her being in a relationship let alone getting married would be a disaster, but she wasn't the only who's career is going down.

You, a popular and well-known actress both in Korea and globally. You've starred in many popular kdramas and films so it confused you to why Yunjin said she can't risk her career.

You are willing to sacrifice everything just for her, so why can't she do the same?

And then it clicked.

"Don't you..." You frown and loosen your grip on her. "Don't you want to settle down with me?"

Her silence fills the room. Yunjin licks her lip and opens her mouth, but no words came out.

"Jen?" You call out her name, your heart beginning to break itself piece-to-piece as her silence was getting longer.

The tension was then cut off by the ring of her phone.

She forcefully lets go of my hand and turns her back, opening her phone.

"I have to go. My manager said they need me."

"Jen, you can't be serious-"

"I'm sorry."

You watch her walk away while you stood there with shattered heart.

Five years ago

"This place is gigantic! I really like the light!"

You let an amused chuckle escape from your lips as your girlfriend admired your new apartment, checking every room there as you stood there, furrowing your brows in confusion.

"Out of all the things here, the light is the thing you find the most fascinating?"

"Good lighting means good pictures." She shrugged off as you laughed at her witty comment. A proud look appears on her face as she stared at you, lovingly, "I'm so proud at how far you've come, Y/N! Just a year ago, I used invite you to our dorm to eat with my members because I was worried you didn't have the money to have a meal and now here you are! An apartment in gangnam. Must be nice to have this place all to your self."

You blushed at her words and couldn't help but get flustered. You smiled at her and held her hand to give it a squeeze.

She looked at you confused, "Hm? What's wrong?"

"The reason why I actually picked this place is because..." You paused for a second before continuing, "I've been thinking about it and I really want you to move in with me. We've been together for a year now and-"

You noticed the shock look on the american's face.

"But it's completely fine if you don't want to as well-"

She cuts you off as she jumped towards you, to give a big hug and crashed her lips onto yours. You widened your eyes in shock but smiled regardless because of this action.

You two pull away with a giddy smile placed on both your faces.

"Of course I'd move in with you, dummy. I love you too much to reject your offer."

"I love you too. So much. You have no idea how happy you make me." You spread your arms, giving her a sign to hug you again to which she nods her head and agreed.

After you two pulled away from the hug, Jennifer took your phone as you looked at her in confusion.

"Let's take a picture!"

You two posed for the camera and you tilted your head in shock after looking at the selfie.

"You were right, the light is nice..."

She laughed at your comment and gave you playful punch on the shoulder, "See?"

Now

Where'd all the time go?

You stared at the picture where Yunjin took a picture of you and her together after moving in together. You recalled how you two loved this home because of the light.

Now you were the only one inside, sitting in the dark.

You let out a sigh escape from your lips and shut off your phone, completely leaving you in the dark with no source of light.

Yunjin's silence is stuck inside your mind. The fact she didn't even answer when you asked if she wanted to even marry you left a hole inside your heart and you have no idea if there was anything she could do to fix it.

You huged your knees and kept your head down, thinking.

I wouldn't marry me either.

Was it time? Were you willing to throw out everything despite being together for many years, or keep it?

Was it better to just let it go than to foolishly hold onto something that's slipping away from you?

You groaned in frustration, you were getting tired of the constant overthinking and the voices inside your head, telling you she no longer wanted you. Shaking your head at the thought, you drag your legs towards the living room to turn on the TV, hoping that something-anything will keep your mind off Yunjin.

The news channel pops up. A frown tugs your lips and your eyes widen at the headline you were seeing.

ENHYPEN JAY AND LE SSERAFIM YUNJIN SPOTTED ON A DATE TOGETHER IN HAN RIVER.

Your phone lights and like magic, Yunjin's name appears on the notification bar.

'Don't turn on the TV or open your phone until I get home'

That was the final blow.

The first thing Yunjin saw once she got home was your ice glare. She sighs at your look and walks over to you.

"Let me explain-"

"Save it." You grit your teeth and stood up from the couch. "I've been waiting for you all day while you've been out with your little boy toy having fun together-*

"Jay and I are just friends!" She states and looks at you softly, she gets closer to her and takes your hand to caress it. "Jay and I were just hanging out together and people took those pictures of us, thinking the wrong thing. Please, baby, I would never. I love you."

"How can you say that while you can't even tell you've been killing me all this time?"

You've tried to fight it. You really did. Ever since her rejection to your proposal to the news of her 'dating' scandal, you've been fighting your feelings and urge to cry and break down. However it was only a matter of time that you can hide your pain and melancholy.

A sob escapes from your lips as tears was now running down your cheeks.

Yunjin immediately rushes to hug you to calm you down, "Shh, baby... please don't cry. I'm sorry. I really am. I mean it. I love you."

She massages your back, while hugging you all this time while you wipe down your tears

After a few minutes, you begin to calm down and your cries weren't as bad as they used to be.

You took a deep breath before looking at Yunjin with a defeated look placed on your face. She frowns at your action. This isn't good. She thought.

"I think we should end this. Our relationship. It would be for the best."

"... W-what?" She stutters in disbelief. She looks at you as if you were saying the most unbelievable thing ever.

"You're losing me, Jen." A frown tugs your lips down. "And I'm losing you too. Whatever we're both doing to each other, isn't healthy at all."

"No. No, no, no. Baby, stop it. We're fine! Let's go order some food and watch a movie-"

"Jennifer!" She flinches at you yelling at her full name. "I mean it. We should end this."

She grits her teeth and shakes her head, "You're throwing everything we built during our time together all for a stupid and fake news? That's unbelievable-"

"It's not just that." You emphasize on the word just. You sigh and look down, avoiding her gaze. "Everything we built is falling apart, Jen. There's no use to keeping it."

"Yes, there is!" She denies your claims, and grabs by the shoulder, forcing you to look at her. "Y/N, why are you doing this? Why now? Don't you know how much I love you?"

"Oh really?" You scoff and let her grip on your shoulders go. "Then why won't you marry me then?"

She frowns and closes her eyes, sighing. "YN- we've been over this-"

"Why did you stay silent when I asked you if you even wanted to marry me earlier?"

She kept her mouth shut. Refusing to say anything.

"Say something!" You demand but she stayed silent. "Do something! Your career won't be the only thing affected if we both get married, you know that right? But I'm willing to risk it. Risk everything I've built and worked hard for, just for you and I can get married."

She still stays silent during the whole situation.

"Can you do the same, Jennifer?"

Say yes, please. You pleaded her with your eyes.

You waited. You waited, waited, and waited. Waiting for her to do or say something. Anything. Anything that there is she wanted to do was better than just the silence she's been giving you all this time, but still, there was only silence in the entire room.

And her silence only meant one thing.

"Goodbye, Jennifer. I truly do wish nothing but the best for your career."

[sigyns-drafts]

A kiss under the evening sun 🌾☀️

Sif!Reader x Ror Thor

��� You and Thor after a long day at Valhalla's court finally are let free! You suggest a picnic to Thor, because you know he loves food and nothing more then to spend the rest of his day with you. But he wonders how you'd be able to set one up so quickly?

➩ Reader type: Female reader.

⚠: Just wholesome romantic fluff!

A/N: Hope you enjoy it, it's my first little story after all!! <3

After a lengthy meeting in the majestic court of Valhalla, Thor and Y/n emerged, the weight of their responsibilities momentarily lifted. 

The couple stepped into the golden glow of the late afternoon, holding each other's hands tightly. The air was filled with a strange warmth and sense of excitement.

Y/n, with her long hair flowing in the celestial breeze, turned to Thor with a mischievous smile. 

"How about we escape the formality for a while and enjoy a peaceful picnic in the fields?" 

Y/n suggested, lovingly lifting the hand she had held Thor's hand with, to cup his strong face.

Thor, ever the warrior with a heart that longed for simple joys, agreed enthusiastically in his own way, his unchanging face remains the same. 

Though for y/n he would crack a small grin, even blush at the touch of the goddess he loved and admired so much. 

"A picnic sounds..splendid! But how do you plan to organise it on such short notice?" he asks, his yellow eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Y/n chuckled to herself, the golden jewellery she wore around her wrists clicking softly against the keys she kept hanging off her side. 

"Fear not, my dear Thunderer. For I have orchestrated many tea parties and picnics, I know a thing or two about creating delightful gatherings."

"Heh, If you say so y/n..i believe you~"

Thor grunts happily, his grin still remaining. Y/n really did bring joy and more of a purpose to his life. 

Later when they strolled through the celestial fields, a place they had originally met a long time ago.

Y/n brought out a basket filled with fruits, nectar from the divine flowers, and an assortment of heavenly treats. 

All things she knew Thor would enjoy after such a long day! 

A blanket appeared beneath y/n's fingertips, woven with threads from the golden looms of Asgard.

Y/n smiles proudly as she watches Thor's eyes widen in surprise. 

"When were you able to do this love..?"

Thor asks once more, rather confused that he hadn't seen this side of her abilities. Y/n just winks at Thor, ever so gleeful to have taken Thor by surprise. 

She knew how unpredictable she could be, but that's what made her so interesting and for Thor to keep his attention on her. 

"Looks like you'll have to pay more attention to me now, huh~?"

Under the radiant sun of Asgard, Thor and y/n found the perfect spot with a gorgeous view of the golden fields surrounding them. 

They sat down together on top of the gold woven blanket and with y/n's magical touch, she adorned the surroundings with long crops that seemed to dance around them. Pulling the godly couple closer. 

The mighty god of thunder watched in awe as y/n effortlessly transformed the space into a haven of tranquillity.

Thor felt his cheeks flush red like his long locks, his heart beat raising and a familiar warmth build up inside his muscular body. 

"By my father's beard, you truly are a marvel, y/n" Thor exclaimed, admiration gleaming in his piercing yellow eyes.

Y/n grinned, her basket at her side as she settled onto the blanket. "A god's skills extend beyond the battlefield, my dear. Now, let us relish in what I've packed us."

Y/n was going to reach into the basket to pull out the fruits and snacks, but before she was able to put them on the golden blanket, Thor's tall and muscular frame leaned over y/n's smaller body. 

Thor reached out, his fingers gently tracing the side of Y/n's face. A mixture of vulnerability and passion played across his strong features. 

Y/n couldn't help but soften in response to Thor's touch. Without uttering a word, Thor leaned in, their warm soft lips meeting in a kiss.

It was a merging of two souls bound by destiny. The world around them seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the embrace, surrounded by the rustling crops and the fading light of day.

The kiss lingered, a testament to the depth of their connection. When they finally pulled away, a silent understanding passed between them.

No words were needed to express the complex emotions that had woven themselves into the fabric of that shared moment. As they stood together in the field of crops, bathed in the dying sunlight. 

"I love you so much Y/N..now let us feast~♡"

[balverine2077]

After dating for a couple of years, Den and Kerry end up proposing to each other by chance 🥺🥰

(alt shots and a little drabble under the cut <3)

The two arrived at the club and made their way to the top floor. The terrace was deserted, as Kerry had rented out the entire thing so that they could be alone. Not having an audience made Den feel a bit more at ease, but he was still nervous all the same. This date was different from their usual outings, and he wanted it to be special.

The past two years with his boyfriend had taught him a lot of things about relationships, and he had come to realize that he would be more than happy to spend the rest of his life with him.

Kerry leaned on the railing. "I never get tired of this view." He declared as Den took his side.

Den nodded in agreement. "It’s tough to beat, that’s for sure." He watched the rockerboy for several minutes, trying to prepare himself. Though he had rehearsed this moment a thousand times, he somehow knew that the words wouldn't come out right.

Kerry turned his attention to the mercenary. "You look like ya got a lot on your mind." He said with a smirk, his comment startling Den, causing him to jump.

"Oh, uh–" He stuck his hands in his jacket pockets, searching around until he found the ring he had placed there earlier. "I guess I sort of do..."

"What's up, kid?" He smiled softly.

"This is where we had our first kiss." Den replied, trying to stall.

"Yeah." Kerry dipped his head. "Another reason this place is special to me." He paused. "I've got a feelin' that you didn't wanna come here to reminisce, though."

"Right... actually, I wanted–I need to ask–do you, I mean, would you–" He stopped, letting out a sigh. "Fuck, I wanted this to be perfect..." He murmured sadly.

Kerry offered a sympathetic look. "Take it easy and say what you need to."

Den took a deep breath. "I love you, Ker. And I–I wanna be with you..." He fumbled in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a golden ring. His boyfriend responded with a surprised expression, trying to decide if he was serious or not. "Will you–"

Kerry held up a hand to stop him. "Hold on, no fuckin' way I'm letting you beat me to this!"

"Wh—huh?" Den frowned as he watched the man reach into his vest. "Are you... saying no?"

The rockerboy got down on one knee and presented his own ring, leaving the mercenary in shock. It was simple yet beautiful, which was a bit of a relief considering the older man’s tastes. "Den Valentina, will you marry me first?" Kerry asked, grinning with pride.

"You dumbass!" Den couldn't help but laugh. "Of course I will!" He wiped a tear from his eye while Kerry slid the ring onto his finger. He took a moment to admire his new piece of jewelry before noticing that Kerry was waiting with his hand extended. He put the ring on his new fiancé’s finger, trying to hide how giddy he was.

The older man got to his feet, immediately kissing his lover on the lips. After he pulled away, they gazed lovingly at each other for a few minutes.

"Can't believe we had the same idea." Den shook his head.

"Great minds think alike." Kerry agreed with a chuckle.

[prettyhobii]

LITTLE LOVE CH-1

Characters Next

Kim Seokjin and Moon Ayana were hopelessly in love. They had been since the day they met, fourteen years ago. The two we're childhood sweethearts. They were each others everything. First kiss, first time, first love. And they agreed to be each others last.

Ayana smiled as she looked down at her hand, which was interlocked with Jin's. Her shiny new engagement ring resting proudly on her finger, the moon reflecting on the glimmering stone.

It was his grandmothers ring, a family heirloom which he promised to one day give to the love of his life, a sign of devotion and pure adoration of one another.

So on their tenth anniversary, Seokjin took Ayana to Japan, to visit her family. The pair took a romantic getaway to mount Fiji where he proposed to her during a firework show.

Up until today, they lived a normal, content life with one another.

Seokjin squeezed her hand lovingly as the pair walked down the street towards their car, after finishing their meal at a new resturant that opened up, a few miles away from their home.

"Any plans for tomorrow darling?" Seokjin asked to fill the comfortable silence that surrounded them.

Ayana hummed in response. A small smile on her face, "I need to finish writing up this article, but that shouldn't take me very long, then I think I'll try finish up one of the rooms."

The pair had just moved into their dream home. They've been saving up for years and after Jin's promotion, the pair felt able to fill the gaps and put an offer in for the house.

It was a large, eight bedroom house. Of course the pair didn't need that many rooms, they thought to turn them into something different, maybe a few guest rooms for their family for when they come to visit, but nothing truly extravagant. Ayana was definitely the designer though. Seokjin took pride in that. He enjoyed coming home to see a new lamp she bought, or when he could just listen to her rant about the colour of the kitchen walls and how it didn't match the floor.

Ayana was a perfectionist when it came to decorating, and he loved that about her. To him she was perfect, and to her so was he. And together they would build their perfect home to raise a perfect family.

"I'm going to need you to pick up a few more tins of paint though-"

Ayana was cut off by a loud cry opposite her.

The pairs heads whipped in the direction of the pained cry before looking at one another.

"Please stop it!" Another cried out.

Ayana felt her heat beat faster in her chest as she tugged on Seokjin's hand. "Oh god," she mumbled, eyeing the dark alleyway opposite then where the cry came from.

"Stay here," Jin moved her backwards before storming across the road cautiously moving down the alleyway.

Defiant, as usual Ayana followed him, calling out a , "wait for me," as she hesitantly traced her fiancé's movements.

"I said to shut-up didnt I?" A man hissed out. Ayana's eyes widened as she saw a boy, she assumed a little younger than her held tightly in a headlock as the older who held him prodded at the boys eye with his thumb, pinching harshly.

"What do you think you're doing!" Ayana couldn't stop herself as she marched forward.

"Ayana!" Seokjin cried out as he grabbed her arm, pulling her into his chest.

"Stay out of this lady, you don't want to be involved in this."

"I'll get involved with what I want," her eyes narrowed, "let that boy go. What has he done to you? Huh?" Her voice was shaking, yet angered by the man's actions. She squirmed against her fiancé, trying to free her arms.

"He's a freak, he's not one of us." Another man spat.

Ayana turned her head to see another guy, similar in size holding onto a boy, smaller than the other. "They're one of those disgusting hybrid's." The man laughed out, tossing the boy to the floor who quickly curled up into a ball.

"Now we don't care what they are, leave them alone!" Seokjin got angry at the violence, letting Ayana go. "Hybrid or not, they're just boys."

"They're dead if I see them around here again." One decided to physically spit at the boy on the ground.

Ayana grimaced as she pulled out her phone, "leave them alone or I'll phone the police."

"Police don't care," the man holding the black haired hybrid glared at Ayana, "you should know that being a women and all."

Seokjin shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe people like this existed. "We don't want any trouble, just leave the hybrids alone and go along with your day."

"Or what."

Seokjin sighed, he knew theoretically he had no power when it came to hybrid abuse, but it was worth a shot. He rummaged around in his pocket before pulling out his police badge. "Or else I'll have to call in armed backup because now you're antagonising civilians," he moved his head to Ayana.

The two men looked at one another before huffing in irritation. "Come here again," the man holding the hybrid whispered into his ear, "you and your whole packs dead."

It was then when he threw the hybrid to the ground in annoyance, the poor boy landing on the concrete with a nasty thud. His face colliding with the ground.

Seokjin cautiously watched the two men leave before focusing his attention on the two hybrids.

"Jinnie, we have to help them." Ayana gripped onto his shoulder. Jin nodded, kissing the girls forehead before bending down to one of the hybrids.

Ayana watched as the poor boy flinched at Seokjin's touch. Her heart broke a little as he cried out in pain, "please leave me, don't hurt me."

"Please don't hurt him sir, he didn't mean to."

Seokjin's eyes widened at the traumatised pair, "I'm not going to hurt either of you. But you do need help with these injuries." He tutted, looking down at the boys arm.

Both of his arms were littered with bruises and cuts, the boys were clearly malnourished and in an unstable condition.

"We should take them to the hospital," Ayana whispered to her fiancé who nodded in agreement.

The smaller hybrid however was quick to shut that idea down. "Please anything but a hospital. They'll send us back." His eyes glimmered with tears.

This brought the other hybrid back to reality who cried out as he tried to crawl closer to the other. "They'll put us back in the camp."

"Camp?" Ayana was confused, "what camp?"

"The adoption camp, we can just go home miss. Please let us go home."

Ayana felt overwhelmed, she held onto Seokjin for support as she took the entire situation in.

"How's this, we won't take you to the hospital," he looked to Ayana for any sign of disagreement. When he saw none he continued. "But you need to come home with us so we can try heal some of those wounds. Get you a full stomach and some proper rest before you can go back."

The two hybrids looked at each other in what Seokjin thought was contemplation.

Ayana nodded, squatting down next to the smaller hybrid, "yeah, you can get warm, I can cook you both a nice meal. You'll be able to sleep in a bed, get washed." She paused monitoring his reaction. When she saw the hybrid was thinking about it she continued, "you two don't have to leave each other, and once you're all healed we'll let you go on your way." She hummed.

The two hybrids stared at Ayana with confusion. Why was she being so nice to them. And why did she smell so good up close.

"Is there any more of you?" Seokjin asked, looking around.

The two hybrids whispered something incoherent to Seokjin and Ayana before shaking their heads no.

"I'll go get the car," Seokjin mumbled to Ayana, "stay here and if anything happens call for me and I'll be right back." He kissed the top of her head before rushing off to being the car.

Now the two hybrids were alone with Ayana, they took the time to bathe in her scent. Unconsciously the smaller one moved closer to her, which luckily for him went without her notice.

"The house is a little Barron at the moment," she mumbled to the two, "but it's got enough for the four of us. It's just me decorating since I have the most time on my hands, but it should be okay." She flashed them a sweet smile. "My names Ayana, what's yours?"

She got no reply. She didn't take it personally. The two little hybrids have just been traumatised by some human. She didn't blame them for being cautious and keeping to themselves. "When we get home me or Jin will make something hot and tasty, you two can be by the fire and get warm."

The two just nodded.

The trio sat in silence until Seokjin rolled down the cars passenger window, calling out Ayana's name.

"Can you guys walk okay?" She asked.

"I can," the smaller one mumbled, shakily getting up onto his feet.

The other one struggled to get up, Ayana assumed it was his nerves preventing him. So she gently grabbed his shoulders, raising him up onto his feet.

Surprisingly the hybrid didn't flinch, in-fact he leaned into the girls hold as she guided him towards the car at the entrance of the alleyway.

Once the two were safe inside the back seats of the car, Ayana got in herself before Seokjin began driving home.

The ride itself was smooth, minimal conversation between Ayana and Seokjin as the two hybrids in the back of the car sat in silence. In hopes of not annoying their two saviours.

Once they finally drove up the hill leading to their house, the two hybrids gawked at the house.

The house itself was a hanok style surrounded by a large front garden, with a black gate guarding the land. The walls of the house were black and white, a modern scheme, however still respectful to the beauty of the Joseon Dynasty.

"This is your home?" One of them mumbled, as the other let out a gasp watching as the gate opened automatically.

"Yup," Seokjin smiled to himself as he drove in through the opening of the gate.

"And it's yours for as long as you need it to be." Ayana turned around to look at the two. Who simply stared back at her with wide eyes. Seokjin nodded in agreement before leaning over and opening Ayana's door.

She leaned down and kissed his stretched arm as a thankyou before getting out of the car, opening the back door for the two hybrids.

Like before Ayana helped the more injured hybrid, who she was able to get a better look at under the garden lights of the couples home.

The two hybrids wobbled into the house following the footsteps of Seokjin and Ayana.

They looked around curiously at the interior of the house.

Although large, It was very homely, and comforting. The lights were almost yellow, providing a cosy glow.

"You two make yourselves at home here," she sat the pair down in the living room. She turned on the fireplace, smiling to herself as she felt the heat on her hands.

"Would you like me to prepare a shower for you both?" Seokjin asked, "you can get clean and I'll grab you some fresh clothes?"

"It's okay sir, we have these clothes." One of them tugged on the tank top he was wearing. Seokjin shook his head with a tut.

"Don't be silly, I'll go get the shower all ready. Ayana do you mind cooking?"

"How does kimchi jiggae sound?" She asked the hybrids. When she heard a content hum she nodded and made her way into the kitchen.

Seokjin smiled before inviting the boys upstairs so they could shower. "It'll be good to shower before we tend to the wounds. Just be careful when washing." He spoke to the two as they climbed up the stairs disappearing out of Ayana's sight.

She smiled to herself before she began grabbing the kimchi tub out of their fridge.

Around ten minutes later, she felt a pair of hands hold tightly onto her waist. She smiled, leaning her head back onto his chest.

"I love you," Seokjin leaned down and kissed her collarbone, stroking back a lose strand of hair out of her face.

"I love you too," she said with a bright smile, tilting her head to catch his lips in a sweet kiss.

Jin smiled, gently moving her away from the stove, patting the wooden spoon out of her hands as he backed her onto the counter.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you looked tonight?" He said after taking a breath, before leaning back in to capture her lips in another kiss. "And how proud of you I am." He kissed her again, squeezing at her hips, one hand travelling to her lower back as he pulled her closer to him.

"I was worried you we're going to get hurt." He rested his forehead on hers.

"Like you'd ever let that happen."

A choked cough brought the two lovers back to reality. There were the two cowering hybrids, leant up against one another as they looked at them both curiously.

[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - Michael & Peter

Overcomings (Part 3)

One by one, the young people said goodbye to each other and made their way home. The adults also left after a short tour of the cemetery. Only Michael, his sister and Peter stayed a little longer. "Can I walk home already, Michael? It's not far"/ "All right… But make sure you don't fall". Bella smiled and waved to her brother, then ran home.

Michael was about to walk on when he noticed that Peter had stopped and stood by the fence. "Hey, aren't you coming with me?". Peter just smiled and shook his head. "mhmh…come here…"/"what…did you forget something?"/ "hnhn, no, I just wanted to wait until everyone had gone, now come here, okay?".

Michael went to him, completely unsuspecting. He thought Peter wanted to tell him something else. Instead… "Can I see your hands for a moment?"/ "… My hands? Why?"/ "They were quite nervous earlier when you were working with the spade. It almost fell out of your hand once." Michael looked to the side for a moment. He was a little surprised that Peter had apparently been watching him closely. He then hesitantly placed his hands in Peter's. "That's a bit weird …". Peter smiled at him "Because we're in a cemetery?".

"maybe…". Peter looked down at Michael's hands and stroked them with his thumbs "You were really brave today, you know that? I know your nerves were pretty raw today, if only because of VJ's stupid line…"/ "i… I've forgotten the stupid line again. It's… It's not because of him…"/ "And not because of your parents' deaths either, huh". Michael shook his head, but couldn't look him in the eye either.

Peter was still holding his hands, which were sweating with nervousness. Even the cool wind didn't help to change the situation. But it didn't matter. And it was time to overcome the biggest hurdle. Peter pulled him towards him by the hands and hugged him. just as Friend? No, it was more, and Michael felt it.

Michael held on to him, but the trembling didn't necessarily subside. "Are you scared?" Peter asked him quietly. "I'm… terrified, Peter…"/ "Of what? Of this or of the others?"/ "A bit of everything…". Peter stroked his back lovingly. "You don't have to, okay? Man, I'm paralyzed myself…, but somehow I like the condition and… this".

Michael broke off the embrace for a moment. And fiddled nervously with Peter's T-shirt instead. "I would have liked to have told you this morning in my room… But I couldn't…"/ "And I wasn't sure if my feelings were wrong. I've had… feelings for you all along, but never out of pity, okay?" Michael's nervousness turned into something else… excitement. "hh, oh man…".

Michael looked him in the eye for the first time. A deep look, with a mixture of fear and desire. Peter knew what he wanted at that moment, and yes, it was pretty weird to kiss for the first time in a cemetery. But it was so wonderful to block it out after you'd gotten everything off your chest.

After they had kissed, Michael looked at him seriously. "Please… Don't tell anyone, okay?"/ "I won't tell anyone until we both know whether it's okay for us or not. Let's go on our trip next week and then we'll see. what do you think?". Michael nodded and stroked his face briefly. "so then… I'll take you home now, or do you want to spend the night here?"/ "uh, no…".

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End of this Part

@greenplumbboblover 🙂 @danjaley😁

Poses by polarjennyfox. She did some great story poses many years ago. They are stored on my external hard disk in the pose archive in the folder "Destination". I can't remember how I came up with this name. But that way I can always find them easily^^. And I use her poses incredibly often because they always fit everywhere. Thank you for these great poses.

[lifessoshortandsoami]

Kiss

August 2013

The room was dimly lit by the moonlight shining through the small window, with just enough light to make out six sleeping boys.

A 15-year-old boy sat on the upper bunk bed, helping a 14-year-old girl up after holding her hands and pulling her up.

"Let me sleep by the wall, I might fall if I sleep on this side."

"What if I fall if I sleep on the outer side? Huh?"

"Oppa, you know you sleep like a rock." The girl replied with a quiet giggle.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and shifted to give Aera space, she crawled and settled herself beside the wall. The bed was enough for both of them, both of them being quite thin and the girl being small.

"You should sleep on your bed. If you keep sleeping beside me then it will become a habit and then without me you'll not be able to fall asleep."

"What do you mean without you?" Aera raised an eyebrow after laying down and shifting her body to face him. "You'll always be there with me, won't you?"

Jungkook followed her actions, "I will, but you never know what the future holds."

"We write our future. So, if you and I would like to be beside each other even in the future, nothing will be able to stop us." She gave him a superior grin, feeling proud of her inspiring words.

Jungkook looked at her with an awkward smile, cringing at her words and letting out a sigh to suppress his emotions.

Aera chuckled at his expression.

"You need to stop with these sentences which you think are inspirational. It just makes me cringe." He said while playfully pushing her towards the wall, creating distance between their bodies.

Giggling, Aera removed his hand from her shoulder which was pushing her, and pulled the blanket above her. Jungkook instantly joined her.

A comfortable silence fell between them, with the occasional sounds of Namjoon's snores and their breathing.

"What is it?" Said Jungkook without opening his eyes when he felt someone poking his cheek.

"Do you know what it feels like?" Came her timid voice.

Jungkook instantly opened his eyes, getting confused at the change in her tone. "What?"

"Kiss?"

His eyes widened for a second before convincing himself that she must've meant a cheek kiss. Of course, nothing else.

"You've been kissed on the cheek multiple times. Why're you asking?"

"No, I meant... Kiss on lips."

His breath hitched and he shifted his eyes to look at her, staring back at him with innocent curiosity.

"I don't know, I've never kissed."

Time passed with them just staring at each other, after a while Jungkook seemed to have come out of his shock.

"Do you wanna experience it?" He asked the girl who was gently chewing her bottom lip, a habit of hers he had noticed quite often.

Aera nodded, staying still even when he came closer to her face, slowly. Very slowly. As if he was waiting for her to tell him to stop.

She never did.

So he asked her, "Can I kiss you?"

He started moving closer after receiving a nod. Slowly getting close enough that their lips were an inch apart. He noticed Aera closing her eyes so he did the same and pressed their lips together.

There were no sparks, but what they both felt was something beyond that. In that kiss was the sweetness of their relationship, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment.

It was pure.

He felt her soft, pillowy lips molding perfectly against his. There were no movements, just them pressing their lips together. Unconsciously, his hand reached out to hold her small one.

After a while, they both pulled away. Eyes still closed and hands still intertwined. Slowly, Aera opened her eyes to look at Jungkook, who was already looking back at her with his eyes holding an emotion she couldn't depict.

Her lips unconsciously held a small smile, which Jungkook mirrored. His thumb caressed the back of her hand lovingly.

A few moments later, Aera's eyes started feeling heavy. They closed without her realizing it, and she drifted off to dreamless slumber.

Not feeling sleepy yet, Jungkook watched as her breathing slowed down to a regular rhythm. His fingers enclosed her hand and he slowly put it on the side of his face, slightly caressing his face with her thumb.

Just like the girl, he also felt his eyes getting heavy. He didn't want to sleep though, he didn't want to look away from the girl who was sleeping peacefully beside him. But to his dismay, his eyes closed and he also drifted off to unconsciousness.

[abbatoirablaze]

Surrogate Luna, Chapter 4

Word Count:  1.6k

Warnings: angst, manipulation, jealousy, unprotected sex, smut, breeding kink.

“I just don’t get why you have to do it, is all,” she all but spat as she glared at her mate, “you want an heir…great, let me do it!  Let me provide for my pack, Steve!”

“We can’t have pups together, Sharon!” Steve reminded her in a grumpy tone, “you and I both know that.  We’ve tried more than enough times!”

“I meant, that you should let me sleep with an omega from my pack.  I-“

“Then it won’t be my heir!” he growled, feeling overprotective and territorial, “that pup won’t be mine!”

“Well, it wouldn’t be my pup if you go and fuck that omega you seem so fond of!” she growled, glaring at him, “what’s so special about this one, huh?  You came back from the compound, and you were nearly feral.”

“She threw me into a rut, Sharon!  Obviously, I like her scent!”

“I’ve never thrown you into a rut…especially not one like that…does that mean that you don’t like my scent?”

“Sharon…we’re not going over this again,” Steve frowned as he began walking away from the alpha female, “we’re not having this argument anymore.  It’s finished.  You need to just let it go.  Because when it comes down to it, I’m going to do what is best for our pack!”

“It’s not over, Steve,” she argued, “you’re bringing an omega that you have a very obvious attraction to into my pack-“

“The pack is mine,” he spat, shooting her an angry look as he cut her off, “you joined my pack because yours was falling.  I held your pack together, Sharon.  Me and mine.  I’ve been generous in calling it ours, but don’t think you have the same level of ownership over my people.”

“I don’t agree with your choices, Steve…I don’t want you having some bastard pup with an omega living it up in our packhouse.”

“I will do what’s right for my pack,” Steve spat, “if you can’t agree with it then you’re more than welcome to leave.  Our relationship hasn’t been nearly as beneficial as it should have been.  You’re always trying to butt heads with me instead of letting me lead the pack like it should be and I’m over it!”

The bitterness tinged his nose.

He didn’t have to look at Sharon to know that he upset her.  Her scent was turning sour all around him, and it was making his stomach turn.  But he was surprised when he turned on his heel to see tears lining her eyes, “you’re crying?”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a prick I wouldn’t have to be,” she whimpered, playing dainty little wolf in front of him so that he felt like he was the more dominant alpha, “I came to you, yes…but we love each other, Steve…don’t we?  We’re both alphas who make each other stronger.”

“I don’t know anymore, Sharon,” he admitted truthfully with a shake of his head, “things haven’t been going our way for years.  And you and I both know that we’re both getting weaker because of it.”

“I’m not letting him into our pack, Steve!” she spat, referring to the one person from Steve’s past that they knew he had an intimate connection to.  

“Then you have to let me do this, Sharon…” he said honestly, “it’s instinctual.  Primal even.  I need to do this.”

“Wh-when will you be back?”

“When I know that she’s carrying my pup, Sharon.”

“And until then?”

“Sam’s in charge…the rest of the pack already knows…” he said firmly as he stalked out of their bedroom and towards the pack den.

“Omega…”

Cinna looked up at the content looking alpha.  He gave her a sweet look as she sat up, leaning against her elbow, “yes alpha?”

Steve gave a sensual growl as she smiled at him.  Leaning down, he pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss, his hand sliding down her naked form until he cupped her warm core.  She moaned against his lips, and slid over his body, straddling him.  His cock came to life, bouncing against her ass as it became erect. 

She was surprised when he pulled away from her and his hands rested lovingly on her hips.

“Wh-what’s wrong, Steve?”

“Nothing,” he sighed contentedly, feeling the most complete he had in years, “I just…wanted to say thank you…for everything…”

“I haven’t done any-“

“Stop,” he said firmly, the alpha command unintentionally rolling off his lips.  He frowned when she actually stopped speaking, but he bit his lip, “I-I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to-“

But she leaned down and pressed their lips together once again.  Her right hand fell over his heart as she braced herself against his chest, and the left reached behind herself, grabbing onto his throbbing member.  She whimpered as she lined him up and sank back down onto his cock.  Steve’s eyes fluttered closed and rolled into his skull as he felt her stretching around his length. 

He was in heaven.

“Omega…”

“Steve…” she moaned softly as her hips rolled, making her become even more impaled on his cock.  Her nails dragged down his chest and she gasped as the crown of his cock bumped against her cervix.  Her hips rolled a few more times, picking up the pace with each new movement, “Alpha…”

His own nails created little crescent moons in her hips as he held her firmly in his grasp, “Cinna…”

“Cum in me alpha,” she begged softly, her throaty whimpers making him come to a quick end.  He growled as he came, his knot inflating inside of her, “STEVE!”

“Ohhh, fuck!” he growled happily, his seed spilling inside of her, “omega…”

“Put a pup in me, alpha!” she demanded, feeling like she was hitting her own high between the intimacy with herself and the alpha, as well as the actual high she felt in him cumming inside of her, “Make me yours!”

For a moment, Steve forgot he was in the program. 

Forgot that she didn’t actually belong to him as he scented her.  He leaned up, grabbing her hair and pulling her neck towards his face, “OMEGA!”

His teeth scraped over her neck and without a thought, he bit down on her swollen mating gland.  She screamed out in pleasure, her cunt pulsating around him in a vice grip.

“ALPHA!”

Her nails dug into his shoulders as Steve held firmly latched over her mating gland.

Steve growled at the scent coming from the bottom of the stairs.  He couldn’t see his beta, but he knew that he was there.

“This place isn’t for you, Sam…”

“You haven’t answered any calls…the last two drops from this past week haven’t been touched…they’re still at the top of the stairs.  I know the protocol.”

His cerulean eyes met that of the chocolate eyes of his friend.  And while he knew that the beta meant no ill-will, his arms wrapped a little tighter around the omega.  She shifted against his chest, burying her face even more against his neck. 

Sam gasped, seeing the barely healed mark, “Steve…is that-“

“Yes!” he said firmly, answering the question before Sam could finish it, “it is.”

“Alpha…”

Steve froze, his attention going back to the naked woman in his arms.  He looked down at her as she wiped the sleep away from her eyes.  He leaned down and brushed their noses together.  The smallest of rumbles started in her throat, causing a mirrored reaction from Steve. 

Sam cleared his throat, and she all but jumped, tugging on the blankets to make sure she was covered.

“I hate to interrupt…but you need to come back, Steve…”

“She’s wi-“

“I understand that you and the Luna ar-“

“I-I’m not the Luna,” she said quickly.  Steve frowned at how he noticed the bitterness in her overly sweetened scent, “I-Steve has a mate.  I just-“

“With all due respect, Luna…an alpha doesn’t mark an omega unless he plans on keeping her…” Sam said briskly, his eyes trailing to her neck, “and he’s done that.  That makes you our Luna, even if you only see yourself as a simple surrogate.”

Her hand reached up and she looked at Steve, who gave her an extremely guilty look.

“He’s not wrong, omega,” he admitted softly, as his own hand reached over hers, almost as though he was protecting the mark, “you may be a surrogate omega…but I felt it from the moment I first caught your scent…you’re my Luna…these past few weeks I’ve felt more powerful and on top of the world than I’ve ever felt…that’s because of you.  It’s because of our connection.  That-that’s why I marked you.”

“Steve…”

“And I can’t let you mark me just yet…because…well…until my relationship with Sharon is dissolved…I can’t-“

“Dissolved?”

“We’re mated…even though neither one of us wear the other’s marks…there’s a process…but we’ll figure it out.  I promise.” He said eagerly, “you will be the Luna of the Rogers pack…”

“That’s just it, alpha….” Sam frowned as he looked at his leader, “you’ve made it no secret that you were going to provide the pack with an heir…a new alpha with the program…but Sharon has made sure that there’s no secret either.  She’s pulled up Brock from her pack as the omega to father her pups in a bid to claim the pack.”

Steve’s jaw clenched, “it’s not her pack.  It’s mine.”

“You need to come back, Steve…I-I can’t fight her off.  She-“

“She’ll see,” Steve growled.  The rage flowed through him and towards Cinna and she gripped his arm.  He frowned, his rage receding as he looked at her.  His hand went down to her stomach, and he gave her a soft look, “Sharon won’t have any claim on the pack…we’re already with pup….”

Cinna’s eyes widened as she looked at Steve, “What?”

“I’ve heard an extra heartbeat all morning,” Steve admitted as his hand caressed her stomach even more, “We are with pup, omega!”

Chapter 5

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @prokey16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @teambarnes72

[cielcreations]

The First Meeting - Multiple Tangos AU

Basically an actual written out story rather than a small prompt!

How did this happen?

Solidarity was walking with Fwhip, Joel, and Grian after all had explained that Grian messed with some weird rift magic (which he was not surprised, of course Grian is the cause for this chaos) when his eyes landed on his husband's.

"...Is that-"

The other's appearance had changed. He was no longer blonde with red eyes, his hair was a bright blue flame instead, eyes those same blue color. He wore a black crop top with black shorts, long black thigh high heeled boots, a few keys connected to his belt. He also had a dark blue coat resting on his shoulders with white furred trimming.

The other gasped and his eyes widened, but that smile. Solidarity could never, no matter what Tango looked like, ever forget that smile, "That-!"

"MY RANCHER!" Solidarity ran over and picked the other up.

Tango gasped and blushed, giggling as the dirty blonde spun him around, "MY RANCHER! IT'S MY RANCHER!"

Solidarity held the other close, peppering kisses all across Tango's face, earning giggles, "My love, light of my life, my rancher, my husband-"

"S-Soli, you're embarrassing me!" Tango laughed as the other continued kissing his face off.

"You're blue now!" Solidarity cupped his cheeks.

"Y-Yeah..." Tango blushed, "W-Well, I, um, moved and the environment just had me change a bit. D-Do you like it?"

The dirty blonde smiled, "Baby Blue, I love it~"

Tango's whole face turned a bright shade of red before he happily pulled the other in for a kiss. They pulled back and smiled at one another, Solidarity stroking his cheeks and as they lovingly stared into each other's eyes.

"Ahem." The two turned and Fwhip was staring at them, eyebrow raised, "Are you two just gonna make out all day or can we leave?"

"Don't be jealous I have a hubby and you don't~" Solidarity picked Tango up, who giggled.

The three then left, Solidarity carrying him. They got to the other side of the tunnel and saw Joel and Grian talking to a blonde, both confused. Solidarity put Tango down, the two holding hands as they walked over with Fwhip.

Joel turned and looked at Tango, then to the blonde, then backed to Tango, "Uh... What's going on?"

"Oh my- SOLI!"

Solidarity gasped as he stumbled back, someone jumping into his arms. The person pulled back and showed off his blonde hair and red eyes, his blaze rods floating around them. He wore a red bandana, a red long sleeved shirt with 3 hearts on the sleeve, a black leather jacket over it, back jeans, healed boots, and black gloves.

"OH MY GOD, I THOUGHT WE DIED!" The blonde screamed, tears in his eyes. He pulled Solidarity into a kiss, the other gasping as Tango screamed, the other three (Fwhip, Grian, and Joel) staring in confusion and shock. The blonde pulled back, tears rolling down his cheeks as he yelled, "YOU SCARED ME! HOW COULD YOU LET AN ENDERMAN KILL YOU?! I TOLD YOU, YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED BY ME SO I COULD PROTECT YOU! WE WERE ON OUR LAST LIFE AND-"

"GET OFF OF HIM!" Tango yelled, pushing the other off.

The blonde gasped and stumbled back, staring at Tango in confusion, "...Huh? Soli, who's this?"

"My name is Tango-" The other hissed, hugging Solidarity's arm to his chest, "And this is my husband!"

"WHAT?! HE IS NOT!" The blonde pushed Tango off and hugged Solidarity, showing off the three hearts on his sleeve, "My name is Tango and this is MY husband! We're soulmates! We're literally destined to be together!"

Solidarity stared down, "...Tango..."

"HA! SEE! HE KNOWS-"

"Double Life..." The dirty blonde mumbled to himself.

"HE'S MINE!" The first Tango yelled, pushing the blonde off, his blue hair letting off small blue and white sparks.

Blonde Tango's hair did the same, except it was orange and red sparks.

Grian moved to stand beside Solidarity, "Hey, so-"

"What the hell did you do?!" Solidarity faced the other dirty blonde, his blue eyes now purple.

Grian's green eyes turned purple to match his, crossing his arms over his chest, "You think I meant for this to happen? I didn't know this would happen!"

Solidarity groaned and grabbed the dirty blonde, pulling him behind a building for some semi privacy as Joel and Fwhip tried to calm the two Tangos down.

Solidarity whispered out, "That's two Tangos! One from Hermitcraft and one from Double Life! You know my deal with the others, what the hell am I suppose to do if I'm connected to two?!"

Grian glared, a white symbol appearing in his purple eyes as he whispered, "Listen, I'm not sure what happened! I just opened one rift, but I guess my powers mixed with Grumbot's messed up somehow. It shouldn't interfere with your deal with the others."

Solidarity sighed, closing his eyes as the mark disappeared and his eyes turned back to blue, "It better not. I don't want a repeat of... that disgusting murder game."

"SOOOOOOLLLLLIIIIIII!"

The two walked back to the group and both Tangos moved to stand in front of the dirty blonde, telling him who his "real" husband was, both bickering and yelling at one another.

"G-Guys, please, I-"

"Hey everyone!"

The group turned, but the Tangos continued to fight and argue. Solidarity, Joel, Grian, and Fwhip saw Scar walking over with another blonde.

Scar smiled, pointing to the other, "Look guys! The rift really changed Tango's appearance."

The new Tango was clearly confused. He had blonde spikey hair, his eyes red, but he looked like a human. He wore a white buttoned up shirt under a black tie and a maroon vest, black pants, black healed boots, red goggles resting on his head. However, unlike the other Tango's, the biggest difference with this one was he had a golden prosthetic arm.

The Tango locked eyes with Solidarity's, eyes widening. He walked over and took the other's hand in his as he bowed slightly.

"Well, aren’t you a tall glass of water~!" The Tango purred, Solidarity's face turning bright red.

"H-Huh?!" Solidarity gawked, Joel, Grian, and Fwhip snickering.

"My name is Tango, what’s your name, cowboy?" Tango kissed his hand before standing up straight. He was an inch or two taller than Solidarity, allowing the other to gently cupped his chin in his hand. Tango tilted Solidarity's chin up, smiling, "Or can I just call you mine~?"

Solidarity nearly passed out, his heart beating way too fast. Is this how he makes Tango feel?! Because he was pretty sure he was going to die from embarrassment.

"HEY! NO, HE'S MINE!" "NUH-UH, HE'S MINE!"

The other two Tangos pushed the new one off and the three began arguing and bickering. Solidarity fell to the ground, eyes wide, face a bright red, a hot mess, completely embarrassed by everything. Scar and Fwhip were confused, not sure what to do, while Joel and Grian fell to the floor laughing.

"HE'S MINE! WE'RE LITERALLY SOULMATES!" "I MARRIED HIM FIRST, SO HE'S MINE!" "WELL, IF YOU TWO ARE MARRIED TO HIM, THEN I'M MARRIED TO HIM BY DEFAULT!" "THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!" "SAYS WHO?!"

"O-Okay, okay, enough!" Joel gently separated the three, "Listen, clearly Grian's rift messed up and, as much as I love to see Solidarity being teased with, he's going to literally die from embarrassment! So, let's try to settle this! Uh-"

Grian helped Solidarity stand, "Listen, there's a lot of worlds with a lot of copies of us out there, as we can see." He then clapped his hands together, "So, names! Uuuuh.."

Solidarity blinked, "U-Um, we could just call them where they're from." He pointed to Blue Tango, "H-Hermitcraft, Double Life or Double, and...?"

The last Tango hummed, "...Call me Create!" He smiled, "See, where I'm from, I'm teamed up with four other people to makes machines that use little to no redstone! We try to just use stuff like the wind and watermills. And, because we're creating these machines ourselves all from scratch, it makes sense!"

Solidarity smiled and nodded, "Alright, Hermit, Double, and Create!"

Grian then spoked, "And since you all love Solidarity, I guess all three of you are married to him!"

"WHAT?!" They screamed.

Create huffed, "As if I would share a beautiful diamond with two pieces of coal!"

Hermit glared, "YOU LITERALLY JUST MET HIM TODAY, YOU HAVE NO SAY!" "I'm the one who is literally bound to him!" Double yelled.

Solidarity groaned, "Great job, Grian..."

"You're welcome! Now we're going to go!"

"Wait-" He turned and the others left, laughing.

Solidarity was left alone with the three bickering Tangos. He took a deep breath and stepped forward. He grabbed Hermit and gently pulled him in for a kiss, making the other two whine and get upset. However, before anyone can properly voice a complaint, Solidarity pulled back from the kiss, Hermit smiling happily, completely blissed out. He then pulled Double in for a kiss, the other moaning into the kiss, smiling into it. Solidarity pulled back from the kiss and finally pulled Create in for a kiss. The other cupped his cheek and hummed, pulling back from the kiss early to kiss Solidarity's forehead.

"T-There!" Solidarity exclaimed, stepping back, all three happy with the kiss, "N-Now, please stop fighting! I-I love you, Tango, a-all of you! I-I know you guys love me and will probably want me to choose, b-but I won't be able to! I-I love you all, I-I love... I just love Tango, a-and you're all Tangos so..."

The three Tangos stared at each other before Hermit gently hugged Solidarity, nuzzling into him, "I think I can speak for all of us that we love you too and that we will accept your decision. We'd never want you to choose and hurt yourself. We love you."

"Doesn't mean we'll be happy with each other!" Double glared at Hermit, hugging Solidarity as well, "But, we can be happy with and for you! We love you too, so we will do whatever to make you happy!"

Create went behind Solidarity, holding his hips, "I may have just met you, but I can confidently say I love you more than anything in the world. I'd be happy to do whatever you want, within reason, just to see you smile~"

Solidarity blushed but he did smile and sighed contently, "Thanks guys..."

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Silk & Cologne (43)

A Miguel O'hara x OC Series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 43 - Leap - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x Female OC

Words: 4.7K+ words

Warning: PG - jumping off buildings, free falling, parkouring, brief sad backstory

Summary: Miguel takes Lisa on a tour of Nueva York

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When I arrived in Earth 928 at the Spider-Society headquarters, I was greeted by the charming smiles of both of the O’Hara brothers. Gabriel’s smile was playful and cherry as he tossed me a flirty wink and quip. Miguel rolled his eyes at his brother, elbowing him in the shoulder, and after recovering from his protective tantrum, his smile returned as he handed me a container of food. 

I respected Miguel’s wishes in keeping our relationship professional while at HQ. But that wouldn’t stop me from showing him my appreciation after realizing how hungry I was after rehearsal was extended for over an hour. I looked around to make sure the three of us were the only ones in the area before standing up on my toes to peck Miguel’s cheek with a quick kiss.

“Thank you, Migs,” I smiled sweetly at him before I dug into my meal. 

His cheeks had flushed, the kiss surprisingly catching him by surprise as the three of us walked down the hall. Miguel gave me a look as he raised a hand to his cheek, his fingertips brushing along the spot where I had left my token of affection. 

I felt his stare as I swallowed my bite of food before looking up at him. “What? I made sure no one was looking,” I offered him a teasing smirk. 

Miguel huffed, his chest puffing as he tried and failed to hold back a chuckle. “That you did,” He shook his head. “Already looking for a way to bend the rules are you?”

“What can I say?” I shrugged as I snuck in another bite. “You have that effect on me,”

“You two are just adorable,” Gabriel cooed. 

Miguel immediately shot Gabriel a look, his gaze piercing his very soul. “Gabri–!”

“I know, I know, I didn’t see nothing,” Gabriel rose his hands in surrender, “But Lyla see’s all,”

“That she does!” The AI herself momentarily appeared at Gabriel’s side, patting his head lovingly before vanishing. 

I made small talk with Gabriel as we walked, partially because I felt bad about Miguel scolding him. Sure they were brothers and they could get on each other's nerves almost 24/7, but wouldn’t it hurt to have a conversation without at least one joke or nitpick towards one another? Again, I am an only child, and if this is some form of showing sibling love and affection, I wouldn’t know. 

As we walked through the hall and passed the occasional patrol unit, I felt almost naked walking around the Society in my normal clothes. It was like waking up here all over again. I couldn’t believe everything had happened in just over a month. It certainly didn’t feel like that, in fact, I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was actually longer. 

I finished my dinner by the time we arrived at Gabriel’s workshop. Hovering on the same platform where I had stood before to get my old suit upgraded, was my new and improved suit. It looked the same as before, but with better stitching it seemed and fresh fabric and spandex. My eyes sparked, my lips curling into a smile as I approached the platform, the food container long forgotten. 

“This looks amazing!” I beamed before turning back to the brothers. “It’s like it never left,”

“And there’s hoping it stays that way,” Miguel gently teased me, hands behind his back as he approached me, “But that’s not your suit,”

“Eh?” I raise a brow at Miguel. “What are you talking about? That’s my suit,”

“It’s one of your suits. This suit you can use for your show, yes,” Gabriel clarified as he walked over to his console, pressing a few buttons as a compartment opened up and he pulled out a chip. He held it up with a proud smile, “Now this on the other hand is your actual suit, should you want it”

“Huh?” Now I was majorly confused as I exchanged a look between the two brothers. 

“Big brother, do the honors,” Gabriel smirked as he tossed the chip over to Miguel. 

Miguel caught it in his large hand, controlling his strength to not crush the little device with his fingers. He stepped closer to me, gently taking my wrist as he installed it into my gizmo. I watched his fingers closely, entranced by their movements. 

Miguel’s eyes glanced over my face, a soft smile on his face, “It was my idea,” He spoke before taking a step back. “Give it a try,”

I glanced down at my Gizmo, seeing a new feature light up on the screen. I pressed the button and the gizmo lit up briefly in recognition before some form of hard light washed over my body. I gasped, startled as I stood back and shut my eyes. I didn’t feel any pain, or felt any different for that matter. 

“Lisa, it’s alright,” Miguel reassured me gently as I felt his hands engulf mine, lowering my hands from my face. “Take a look,”

I glanced down at myself and nearly stopped breathing. It was my suit. It was on my body.

I was at a loss for words as I examined myself, taking in every inch of me as I turned and moved around. “I don’t– How?!”

“Holographic Nano-Technology,” Miguel answered me with a knowing smile. I watched as he flicked his wrist and his left sleeve of his suit suddenly dematerialized, snaking up his arm to show off his muscled tone forearm and bicep. “Look familiar now?”

I tried not to blush as I noticed the slight tufts of body hair along his arm. I tried not to make it obvious that I was staring at his flexing muscle, but it was hard when he was clearly doing it on purpose to make me look. 

My eyes widened at the realization as I pointed at him. “It works just like yours!”

“Exactly, however the difference between ours, I have sensors implanted in my body allowing me to telepathically trigger the suit on command, should the need arise,” He explained before casting me a reassuring look. “Don’t worry, I opted for yours to be the less painful method,”

“Now you don’t have to worry about running back to your apartment to grab your suit before coming here, or worrying about your friends or family accidentally finding it,” Gabriel crossed his arms, giving me an almost teasing glance. “Or villains and their cronies stealing it,”

My eyes flared as I glared over at Miguel. “You told him?”

“I had to give him a valid reason to go through with the idea,” Miguel rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. 

“His original idea of you two matching was enough, but I toyed with him and said that it wasn’t enough to convince me,” Gabriel grinned. 

“Hey!” Miguel’s nostrils flared as he gave Gabriel a pointed look. 

I could see the look in Miguel’s eyes, knowing he could be seconds away for murdering his brother for outing him like that. I quickly stepped between them, placing a steady hand on Miguel’s chest. “I think it’s a really cool idea, Miguel, I appreciate you thinking about me,”

Miguel’s face softened as he looked down at me, his muscles relaxing as he lowered his arms. There was a sound from behind me as Gabriel had coughed in his hand before motioning for me to continue, obviously waiting for his turn of praise. I offered him a knowing smirk, though my eyes spoke genuine appreciation. 

“You too, Gabriel, thank you for fixing up my suit, again,” I chuckled softly. 

Gabriel smirked, offering me a gracious bow. “If my work is done, I’ll leave you to it,”

Miguel rolled his eyes at his brother before offering him a nod of gratitude as he left. “So, how does it feel?” He glanced down at me. 

I quickly realized my hand was still on his chest, and while I normally would have blushed like a tomato at the gesture, I managed to keep myself calm enough to the point I wouldn’t faint as I pulled away and took a moment to look at myself in the suit again. “I think I’ll need to go on that test drive before I make a decision,”

“Is that so?” Miguel purred gently as a grin curled on his lips, arms crossing over his chest. 

“Well, I was promised a tour of Nueva York, wasn’t I?” I reminded him casually, hands behind my back. 

“That you were,” Miguel nodded before offering me his arm. “I always keep my promises, smart girl,”

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Before we left, I changed out of my clothes, keeping my underclothes on, before equipping my new spider suit in order to get the full experience of its potential. It was Miguel’s suggestion, based on his own experience fighting crime in a holographic suit. 

“What do you usually wear under your suit, Miguel?” I asked him with a genuine expression. “Like anything with a specific material or fabric that helps make. . . things more comfortable?”

“Wait, you’re asking me?” Miguel looked at me, eyes widened in surprise. 

“Well, I mean, you’re one of the first Spider-People I met and first started teaching me the ropes,” My cheeks flushed at his reaction as I caressed my arm nervously. “I was just wondering if you could give me pointers is all,”

Miguel placed his hands on his hips as he glanced over to the side, the gears in his head turning. “Other than protective padding for well, you know,” He inclined his head down, and I didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to know what he was referring to. “I. . . I don’t wear anything,”

I could see the flush on his cheeks darken as his voice went quiet and in the split second it took me to realize what he had meant, his face turned completely red, matching with my own. “You mean you go commando?” I found myself saying aloud.

“Lisa–!” His face was almost as red as a tomato, taken back at my forward question. He brushed a hand through his hair before snaking back to rub the back of his neck. “I– well, yeah. . .”

“Oh. . .” my cheeks flushed a shade darker as I shuffled my feet, glancing at the floor for a moment before slowly getting the courage to look back at him. “Are you. . .?”

Miguel sighed, bringing his hand around to cover his mouth in an attempt to hide his blush. He shakes his head as a soft, low chuckle escapes his lips as he lowered his hand. “Am I commando right now?”

He said it for me. I nodded, almost afraid to say the words aloud. 

Miguel takes a deep breath before meeting my gaze. “I am,” he answered honestly before taking a careful step closer towards me. “Does that make you feel uncomfortable, Mona?”

I gawk at his question, fumbling nervously, “Oh! No, no, I’m okay. I mean, you do whatever makes you more comfortable. You guys wear the suits all the time, right? Do what you gotta do,”

“So you’re fine with it?” He asked me, raising a brow in my direction. 

Now that I got a good look at him, and seeing the outlines of his muscles, his chest, the abs, his back, and the. . . competition to ‘America’s Ass’. His suit left nothing to the imagination. Miguel really wasn’t wearing anything underneath. 

My heart started pounding in my chest, palms sweating, and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. 

He’s been commando this whole time that I’ve known him in the suit?! 

Am I fine with this? 

“Yeah! Totally fine,” I nodded almost too eagerly, brushing off his worry. “I’ll take a note on the padding,”

We stood on the private balcony coming out from Miguel’s private elevator that overlooked the city. The sun had already set and the bright neon city lights were taking form like stars across the skyscrapers and street lamps. They looked like small specs from where we were. 

Miguel glanced over, caressing a steady hand on my shoulder. “You ready?” 

“Wait, you want to leave from up here?” I asked him, whipping my head to look at him. 

“I think it’s the most scenic route into the city,” Miguel offered me a kind smile as he began walking towards the edge, turning to face me. “I promised you a tour after all,”

“I’ve never done a leap this high before,” I cautiously followed after him, the hairs on my neck and arms tingling as I glanced down to the city below, “Not even during training here at HQ,”

“That’s all it is, Lisa,” Miguel reassured me with a gentle look. “A leap of faith,” 

Something about those words struck a chord in me as I watched Miguel standing up on the railing of the balcony. Miguel offered me his hand and with an anxious tremble, I took it and he helped me up to stand beside him. The wind was beginning to pick up as Miguel’s mask materialized over his face, his eyelets widening as he looked over at me. “I’ll be here to catch you if you need me,”

The next thing I knew, he jumped, taking a swan dive off the balcony towards the city surface. I couldn’t help but stare as I watched him fall. In another life, maybe he could have been an olympic diver or swimmer. Then again, this is the multiverse, so perhaps there was a dimension somewhere where that was in fact a reality. 

Okay, now I’m just rambling to stall myself from jumping, come on, Lisa! 

After scolding myself to toughen up, I took a deep breath, flexing and wiggling my fingers to ease my nerves and to somehow manifest my hands to stop sweating. I repeated Miguel’s words in my head, over and over again. I took one more look at the city below me before closing my eyes. 

I jumped. 

The felt the wind first, blowing through my hair and against my body as I began free falling towards the city. My body front flipped and swayed as I basked in the thrill, my heart pounding so hard in my chest I thought it would burst and soar away. The bright lights drew closer and bigger. 

I was beginning to understand skydivers a bit better now. This was exhilarating! 

Okay, wait for it. . . Now! 

I fired a web sling at the building closest to my location. I watch as the web connects and my fingers grip around the sling and I find myself swinging over a highway, just high enough to avoid the traffic of hover cars. I let go and fired another web sling, swinging again. 

I was doing it! I was web slinging through the city!

As I swung, I took a moment to glance around. Nueva York’s skyscrapers and buildings were sleek and definitely screamed future. Literally every building I saw was made with white metal plating and glass, and their lights were as bright as christmas lights. Holographic projects of brand advertisements, TV promos could be seen on every other block, and their parks and areas where there were green were kept clean and surprisingly organized and well kept. 

I couldn’t help myself as a joyful laugh escaped my lips as I swung around a corner, attempting a mid air barrel roll before firing another web sling. When there’s no villains or anomalies to worry about, this was so much fun!  

“Look at you!” Miguel’s voice rang through the air as he swung to my side, appearing from a different corner. He must have hung back and watched me to allow me to get my bearings first. “I knew you could do it, I’m so proud of you,”

“Really?” My voice cracked through the wind as the eyelets of my mask widened from his praise. 

“I mean it, Mona Lisa,” I could hear Miguel’s smile through his mask. “Now, let’s start that tour. Follow me,”

Miguel led the way as he showed me around the city. From what I could gather during my time in my dimension’s New York, it looked like a lot of the streets and locations were roughly the same in both dimensions. Though there were subtle differences between the two, giving Nueva York its own charm. 

Miguel showed me Central Park, which I thought was prettier than the one back home. They had a giant holographic chess board where you could control the pieces with digital remotes. We snuck in a quick game before heading over to the Rockefeller Center where their ice rink was kept frozen year round, and after taking a quick break to grab a snack from a place called ‘Tony’s’, I could just barely make out the statue of liberty. 

The two of us swung up and touched down on the roof of a build, taking a moment to catch our breath. I shook my arms, loosening the joints as my muscles started to ache from the swinging. I glanced over towards Miguel, “Okay, I can admit it, Nueva York looks so much cooler than my New York,”

“Now, now, this isn’t a competition,” Miguel shook his head, chuckling quietly as he neared me. 

“But if it was, you’d win?” I asked him with a knowing look. 

“Oh absolutely,” I could practically hear the grin on his face as he placed his hands on his hips. 

I laughed at his comment as I looked at his suit, my gaze shifting down and up. Felt nothing to the imagination indeed. I could feel the chill from the wind as it flew through my hair, glancing around. “What’s here?”

“See that building over there?” Miguel pointed, “The one with the ivory plating?”

I followed his direction to see that exact building. It was one of the few buildings I saw that didn’t have the go to white futuristic aesthetic. “Yeah?”

“That is Babylon Towers,” Miguel explained, his voice suddenly turning soft, “It was my home. . . with Xina,”

The eyelets of my mask widened as I glanced over at him. I noticed his shoulders had relaxed, but kept up a straight, hardened stance that showed off his powerful back as I stepped closer to him. 

“It was my first apartment after moving away from Gabriel and our folks. It was there where I woke up that one morning and realized me getting my powers wasn’t some crazy dream,” He went on, reminiscing, “Xina gave birth to Gabriela right on the living room floor,”

“You’re kidding?!” I gawked at the man. 

Miguel chuckled at the memory, shaking his head. “By the time I called the hospital and got her bag ready to go, she was so far dilated, she insisted on having her right there and then. The door man came up and helped me deliver our baby girl right before the paramedics arrived,”

“Wow. . .” I could help but smile. “Xina. . . she sounds awesome,”

“She really was,” Miguel nodded his head in agreement. 

“You don’t live there anymore?” I asked him gently, reaching for his hand, silently offering. 

He caught my movement by the corner of his eye. He sighed, his large fingers reaching over and grasping my own. “Shortly after she passed away, and then Gabri–” he paused, as if struggling to finish the sentence, “The memories were too much. Some villains had also gotten too close noticing my comings and goings. I sold the apartment to a co-worker of mine, and moved in to my current private residence shortly after to be closer to Alchemax,” 

I listened to him attentively, allowing him to finish his explanation before speaking up.

So the Spider-Society Headquarters is in this dimension’s Alchemax building? 

“I’m sure that must have been hard,” I spoke gently, my thumb gently rubbing against his hand. “I’m sorry,”

“It took me a while to come to terms with it,” Miguel took a deep breath before glancing over at me, “But I learned to move on,” 

We both stood there for a little while, hand in hand as we stared and admired Babylon Towers. It was a beautiful building. Perhaps if I was lucky and had quite a bit more paychecks under my belt, I could upgrade my living space and find something similar back home?

I gently gripped Miguel’s hand together, giving him a soft squeeze before pulling my hand away. “So, any other places you wanted to show me?”

“Unfortunately, Nueva York is so vast, it is physically impossible to show you everything in one night,” Miguel chuckled softly, slowly shaking off the earlier tension. “I’ve pretty much shown you everything I thought you’d like, so we can call it there for the tour. It’s getting late too, I wouldn’t want to keep you up, especially with this new rehearsal schedule you’ve told me about,” 

“Ahh, you’re right,” I hissed at the reminder, “I probably should be getting back,”

Tomorrow was a holiday so the studio would only be open for half the day, but Kasey still wanted to use the space to practice after our session was done for the morning. 

“The Private Eye is always so nosey,” Miguel grumbled, hindering some personal frustration of his own. “Best to portal home back at HQ,”

Private Eye? Ah, that’s right, they’re this dimension’s version of the New York City Police. Miguel had mentioned them briefly during our visit to the Rockefeller Centre after witnessing them catch some teenagers trying to spray paint the back of the skate rental vendor. 

“Sure thing,” I began walking towards the edge of the building, Miguel following close behind me. A small smile curled on my lips as I suddenly reached back, smacking Miguel’s chest before breaking off into a sprint. “Race you there!”

“What– Hey!!” Miguel yelped, staggering back briefly. “Mona, that’s cheating!”

I could hear his heavy footsteps tailing after me as I leapt off the roof and fired a web sling, swinging away from the neighborhood of Babylon Towers. I fired one web sling right after another, swinging across the city as I attempted to retrace my steps back towards Spider-Society HQ. Seeing the brief flare of red light shine against the glass windows of the buildings around me told me that Miguel was close behind me. 

“Do you even remember the way back, smart girl?” He called out to me. 

“That won’t stop me from trying to beat you there first!” I yelled back. 

“Oh, ho, ho, I’d love to see you try!” Miguel boasted with a hearty grin. 

Miguel swung ahead of me, jumping on to the side of the building. Using his claws, he climbed up the side before jumping off, propelling himself to take a nosedive. I yelped and was about to reach for him when he suddenly latched his arms out, and red webbing sprang from his armpits, expanding into a glider as he suddenly started flying down the street. 

“Now who’s the one that’s cheating!” I yelled after him. 

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game!” Miguel barked a laugh. “This race is as good as mine,”

Miguel soares ahead and I was gaining more and more distance from him fast. I needed some sort of edge to catch up to him. I glanced up to see traffic of flying cars driving above us, with a wide enough gap for me to mix into them. 

This was an incredibly stupid idea, but I’m doing it anyway. 

I web slinged up closer to the traffic before firing a web sling towards the vehicle at the front of the gap. My webbing stuck on to the back bumper, and I hitched a ride, the wind blowing in my face even harder as I practically flew through the air. I climbed up the webbing and then began parkouring across the row of cars. 

I jumped and skipped my way across, peering down between the small gaps that revealed the city below us to just barely make out Miguel’s body and his glider. I could see his head whipping around, wondering where I was. Now to catch him by surprise. 

I jumped down from the side, firing another web sling to swing me forward to his side. “Hey Miguel!”

I didn’t quite catch what my web sling had latched on to, but as Miguel was turning his body to face me, my own body almost violently whipped around a corner and sent me flying down another street. My vision spiraled as my arms flailed in a panic. “AHH!”

“MONA!” 

Miguel’s voice was almost able to snap me out of my trance as the street drew closer and closer to my head. That was until I felt a powerful arm grip around my form as Miguel caught me just in the nick of time and swung us both out of harm's way. My voice was lost to me as I breathed deeply, panting heavily as I clung to Miguel for dear life. 

“I got you,” despite how hoarse his voice sounded from his scream, Miguel attempted to soothe me as he swung down the street. “You’re gonna be okay. Try to swing for me okay?”

I glanced over at him, confusing riddling my face before I glanced over and briefly watched the motions of his arms as he fired his own websling from the top of his wrist, swung, and let go. Rinse and repeat. Just like from Peter B.’s lessons. 

With a shaking hand, I reached out my right hand and fired my own websling. Miguel and I swung together, going through the motions. Sling, swing, release. Sling swing, release. 

Gradually our speed slowed down as Miguel guided us to a small park. Secluded from the hustle and bustle of the city, but a wide enough space to still swing around. Miguel fired one more web sling, his red glowing webs latching on to a large overhanging metal light post while with his other hand, gripped onto my websling. 

Under the spotlight, the full moon hovering above in the night sky, our bodies slowly turned  around as if we were on a carousel. Our bodies were inches from one another as we met each others gaze through the mask. My cheeks flushed as Miguel seemed to tilt his head down, looking at me closely. 

I looked away out of embarrassment. “Thank you for saving me back there,”

“Are you alright?” He asked me gently. 

I nodded softly, a gentle hum  coursing through my throat. 

“Lisa?” Miguel’s voice was a whisper as his hand let go of my websling, and carefully brought it down to cup the side of my face and angle my gaze back to meet his. 

Something triggered in the HUD display of my mask. An infrared line ripped across the screen and suddenly I could see Miguel’s face through the mask. My pupils dilated at the sight as I caught the concerned look on his face. 

“I’m sorry for scaring you,” I apologized. 

“I supposed we were both a little eager in our competition,” He smiled softly, his thumb brushing against my cheek through the mask. “But this gives me an idea,”

I raised a brow at him and I slowly began to realize that maybe his suit had that same feature as mine and he was able to see my face as well. His soft smile morphed into a playful grin as his fingers slowly began to pull up my mask, just enough to reveal my lips to the cool night air. 

“What kind of idea?” My voice was breathless as I spoke. 

Even as Miguel’s thumb gently brushed against my bottom lip and made my knees buckle. 

“Our own Spider-Man kiss,” He grinned. 

Part of his mask vanished, revealing his chiseled chin, cheekbones and puffed lips. 

Oh God-! 

Wait, we’re in Nueva York of 2099. In this instance, I should be saying oh Thor. 

I gasped softly, my lips forming a smile of my own as Miguel’s hand retracted, cupping my chin as he lowered himself closer. “Miguel~”

I remembered my heart pounding, and perhaps also hearing Miguel’s heart pounding in his own chest thanks to my spider-sense. 

Wait, my spider-sense? 

Our lips had just barely grazed one another when something large but swift flew overhead us. One moment we were hovering in the air, the next, we were plummeting to the ground below as our weblings were suddenly snapped by what looked like a metal wing. 

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Happily Ever After: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Description: Blurb/headcannon and small fic for Harrison Osterfield based on the Happily Ever After character series of fics coming, This covers topics such as the proposal, wedding planning, who is in the wedding party, etc. leading up to -and including- the wedding day!

Warnings: family, wedding, proposal, bachelor party briefly mentioned, related topics.

Proposal

“I still can’t believe it. It is just so beautiful” y/n mumbled, clinging to Harrison’s arm as she stared up at the metal structure before them.

Harrison smiled down at her, pressing his lips to the top of her head as he hummed in agreement.

They’d been here before.

Harrison had taken her here to confess his feelings to her years ago, wanting to do it somewhere special as it was a big thing to change their closeknit friendship into something more.

They’d been here between then and now as well.

Harrison often had photo shoots and fashion shows he was cast to walk in that took place in the city.

So, he often invited her to go with him and they’d make a trip out of it.

They both loved the whole town.

But, the Eiffel Tower, in particular, held more sentimental value to them because of it was directly in front of it that they’d changed their relationship.

Hence why he started their trip here tonight.

Each time they came to Paris they’d see the tower; of course.

But, they didn’t usually start it that way given the crowds and other things they’d have planned to do when in the city.

Yet, they’d only checked in to their hotel before heading here tonight.

Y/n lifted her head off of his shoulder to look up at him, smiling widely, “I love this place”.

Haz smiled and laughed, one hand around her waist to keep her close.

He lifted his other hand to tuck a few whisps of hair behind her ear, gazing into her eyes lovingly.

She bit her lip before leaning up to kiss him.

Harrison hummed as they parted, cupping her face with his hand.

“But I love you more” she whispered, looking up at him with a shy smile.

Haz blushed and grinned widely, “I love you so much y/n/n”.

She nodded, “I know!”

Haz laughed as she stepped back and spun around.

He silently took his phone out to take a few pictures and a short video of her little happy dance.

“I’m in my favorite city, with my favorite person, at my favorite spot” she cheered flaring one arm up and into the air next to her as she finished her spinning/dance.

She pursed her lips and lifted an eyebrow at him as she stopped and saw he’d recorded her actions.

But as he simply smiled and slid his phone back into his pocket, she brushed it off with a smile.

“It’s your favorite place in the city, still?” He asked, holding onto her hand upon reaching where she was standing.

She hummed and nodded definitively.

“Why is that, love?” He asked softly as he walked with her, guiding them to where he wanted her.

“Because of you” she giggled, smiling up at him, “this is where you admitted to me how you felt, ya know?”

He blushed and nodded, “that was here, huh?”.

She nodded and looked around before pointing a few feet from her after getting her bearings, “we were right there”.

Harrison chuckled tenderly, “where?”

She huffed and dropped his hand before practically skipping to the spot she was pointing at.

Haz smirked to himself at how she made it even easier for him to set it up and knowing she would pick up on the sentiment behind the precise spot for what he was about to do.

As she hopped onto the spot she was trying to reach, she looked up at the tower, “right here”.

Haz stayed silent as she spun around to face him, watching as her eyes widened upon seeing him kneeling one knee a few feet from her.

“A-are you..-“ she gasped, hand flying up to her mouth in shock.

He smiled delicately at her, hoping to calm her mind some before he began.

“Y/n y/m/n y/l/n,” he started, his voice tender and loving, “I’ve loved you from the moment you came into my life”.

She moved her hand upwards slightly to rub the tears from her eyes.

“First as my best friend and confidant, then as my crush, then my girlfriend, and now I’m hoping as my fiancé and soon wife” he declared, blinking through his watery eyes.

“I want to spend my life with you, if you’ll let me. I promise to you to always communicate with you, keep you happy, support you in all your endeavors, and fight to be the husband you deserve. Will you give me the chance to do that?” He asked, his fingers slightly shaking but he held his wrist steady to make it less noticeable

“Y/n, will you marry me?” He finished, taking a deep breath of air as he waited for her answer.

She dropped her hand from her face and used it to tug his wrist upwards and towards her.

Harrison stood and neared her as requested.

Y/n smiled widely, stroking his face with her other hand, “oui. Yes, Haz, of course I’ll marry you”.

Harrison chuckled softly as he let out his held breath and pulled her in for a kiss.

“Wait, I learned this” he said pausing as he went to slide the ring on her finger.

“Learned what?” She giggled.

He smiled shyly, “veux… Veux-tu m'épouser?”

Y/n bit her lip, “that was really pretty Harrison, but I don’t know that much French”.

He chuckled and nodded, “I know, that’s why I decided against asking it that way”.

“Wait, you learned how to propose to me in French?” She asked mouth petting slightly

He nodded, fiddling with her fingers as they rest in his hand.

Yn smiled and shook her head, “je t'aime beaucoup Harrison”.

He smiled widely as he pulled her in for another kiss.

Reactions

His mother was so excited, having been the one he relied on for feedback on his proposal plan as his father wasn’t around to be able to.

His sister, Charlotte, had been asking him why he hadn’t proposed for months now; so, she was very excited when she learned of the engagement.

Tom was beyond happy as he was friends with both Yn and Harrison and supported them beyond words.

Y/N’s family was very supportive as well, having seen how well Haz treated her over the years.

Their friends were happy for the couple and excited to see what they’d plan for the wedding as they knew it’d be elegant.

Best Man

Tom was of course Harrison’s best man.

Not only was he friends with both the bride and groom, he was also Harrison’s best friend from when they were young.

He was also the one who introduced them years ago

Bachelor Party

Tom wanted to, and kinda did, go crazy with the bachelor party.

He went all out for his best mate and didn’t spare any expense on the party.

That being said, he was very respectful to Harrison, y/n, and their relationship; respecting any restrictions and boundaries the couple had set for their bachelor/bachelorette festivities.

Wedding Planning

Haz helped with the planning as much as he could.

There were things he couldn’t do of course, like choosing a wedding dress.

Or things that weren’t his to choose/didn’t need to have a say in, such as bridesmaid gifts.

But he helped with any area he could.

He loved it and was very good at is, which wasn’t a surprise given he was always great at design and styling/fashion.

He also was a major help in that his friend was a major clothing designer and offered to do custom clothing for the couple.

Wedding Day

They opted for their wedding to be in Paris.

While it meant both their families and friends had to travel, it was worth it to them.

The city meant more to them than they could have ever explained

And, it meant it wasn’t only one persons’ guests having to travel so it seemed more equitable.

They helped with the costs of traveling for their guests who couldn’t afford to fly /otherwise wouldn’t be able to make it, but also planned it far in advance so people had time to plan and save.

They held it at Palais Garnier, where they’d had their first date year ago.

The ceremony was held in archway of the Salon du Soleil.

The couple stood at the entrance to the small room, between the empty room -allowing a beautiful background of the Salon du Soleil- and their guests watching from the adjacent room as it was was large enough to fit them all.

The coloring of the Salon du Soleil worked aesthetically with the custom made tuxes for Haz and his half of the bridal party.

The lighting also worked flawlessly with Yn’s wedding dress and the bridesmaids dresses.

Tom had pulled some strings to help the couple reserve the Hall of Mirrors at Versailles, where they’d continued their first date years ago.

They were thrilled to have their special spaces filled with memories they shared with friends and family now.

Toasts were done by Tom, Y/N’s best friend and maid of honor, both of their mothers, and Harrison’s sister.

During the dinner portion of the evening Harrison made it his responsibility to make sure y/n was given time and space to eat; politely asking people to come back up to their ‘sweethearts table’ later after she’d had time to eat dinner instead of bothering the couple endlessly and preventing her from eating.

Their night was full of dancing, laughter, and other sweet private moments together.

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Hey Miss Amy, Happy New Years! I’m excited to see what you’ll write this year!

Anyways, I was wondering if you could do a tease where your lee was forced to stand and restrained only by their arms being held high above their head.

They’d be completely exposed and at the mercy of an Amy who uses teases and soft tickles to drive them wild.

Thank you so much sweetheart! ~<333

Ohh that's one of my favorite ways to have a wiggly ticklee~! Because, you can wiggle and try to run away allll you like but you'll just keep swinging back ~ "Where you going? Huhhh? We haven't even started~ I haven't even touched youuuu" I draw my nails down your inner arms, wiggling to dance in those exposed underarms playfully. "Does that tickle?" My soft dress, long hair, and sweet scent hug to your body filling with sensation. I barely move my fingers, just letting the tips graze on your armpits as you dance and struggle around. "What's a mattah~ are you trying to get away from your Amy? Awww sooo cuuute!" I slip my arm around your chest and hug you back to me, cooing and giggling in your ear planting a little kiss too~ "My sweeet little gigglepot~ coochie coochie cooo~" With a gentle squeeze with one hand, my free hand wanders aimlessly, skittering around your upper chest to your tummy catching each giggly bounce.

"Ooope ooooooh ope! What's gonna happen? Hmm? What's gonna happen?" My index finger nail starts lightly wiggling and dancing in a circular pattern around your tummy, getting closer and closer to your bellybutton. I watch from above with you, nuzzled against your neck giggling with you and squeaking as my nail starts probing ever so lightly into your navel. "Yeah? It tickles? Ticklish button?" I start toying with you, spidering my nails at your sides tracing up and down, occasionally hugging you back to me to let the silk of my dress and hair and cool of my belt tease and taunt~ "My little dancing cutie pie, you're quite adorable like this~!" I snicker and let you go when I see your feet winding up, laughing tauntingly as you are swung back to me by the restraints. "Aww, back for more tickles? You just love your Amy tickle tickles huh?"

Then I'm snuggled back to you, showing you my makeup brush all fluffy and purple. I taunt you with the smooth handle, grazing it in tight circles over your chest and along each rib before flipping it around. "How does that feel?" I start brushing your royal button sweetly, dusting it back and forth up and down. My little squeaky voice is right in your ear, my lips caressing lovingly. "Giggle it all out now. You can struggle all you like~ it's still gonna tickle" I twirl my blush brush on each nipple while my other hand alternates between grasping your chest lovingly and dancing in your underarm to keep you testing the restraints~ "My sweet giggler ~ let's get all those laughs out now ~ all of them, I want them allll out ~"

[tangledbutterflies]

omg I love your writing😩😩😩😩😩 can I please request for a soft dom!jaehyun smut please? he’s in love but also really wants to fuck her you know? lmao idk what i’m saying but yeah😭

fond : jjh

PAIRING: romantic!jaehyun x fem!reader

GENRE: smut, fluff

WARNINGS!!!!! pwp, soft dom!jaehyun to hard dom!jaehyun, big dick!jaehyun, sub!reader, unprotected sex, doggy style, oral, fingering, praise kink, dumbification, morning sex, overstimulation, breeding kink, they’re so in love it’s sickening

WORD COUNT: 2.2K

SUMMARY: jaehyun treats you like a princess but fucks you like a pornstar

soft, you were so soft. jaehyun thinks this must be what heaven feels like as you snuggle closer, early morning light peeking through the blinds and rousing you from your sleep

“hey, pretty girl” his voice was low, almost a whisper “you awake?” the sound was deep, husky morning voice sending tingles throughout your body

you looked up at him, still cuddled to his chest and half-awake, barely understanding anything but still nodding and giving in a slight moan. jaehyun soaks up the sight of you, only his shirt that’s sizes way too big and cute lacy panties covering you up, sleepy eyes and soft skin making him fall deeper

“look at my baby, so cute” he coos, hand caressing your cute cheeks. he can smell your scent, vanilla and something warm that reminds him of spring, memories of you and him that he relives with every inhale

you closed your eyes, leaning in closer to his warm palm and sighing softly. everything about the moment was pure bliss, jung jaehyun was every bit warm and blissful and you love him for it

he pulled you closer, strong arms circling around your waist until you’re just centimetres apart, the soft warmth of your body enrapturing his mind and corrupting his thoughts. one of his hands went up to rest against your cheek, thumb sensually rubbing your lower lip while his eyes follow the movement until they were locking with yours

“kiss me” a whisper and your lips were touching his. soft, you were so soft. the feel of your lips was heavenly, angelic and holy, and suddenly he can’t think straight

“i love you” sweet confessions moaned into each other's mouth and his tongue was there. exploring lovingly and claiming territory

you pulled on his hair, tussling the soft locks as you got lost in his kiss, still lying on his chest with him on his back. his big hand were suddenly tracing your back, going down, down, down until your plump ass was on his fingers

grabbing and clenching the soft cheeks on his giant palms, you whined loudly. “yeah? you like me playing with your ass, pretty girl?” he asked softly pulling away from your lips, staring at you already looking cock drunk and fucked out, lips red and swollen

“love it jae, love it s’much” you whined feeling dazed “bet your pussy is already soaking, huh?” he murmured, a hand trailing down to your leaking cunt to cup the mound “fuck you’re soping wet, baby” he hissed feeling up your wet pussy, rubbing his index and middle finger up and down over your lace undies

“jae p-please” his ministration causing you to whine and wither, fingers feeling too good, too much “stay still, pretty girl. need to make this pussy cum” his buff arms held you down, making sure you don’t move too much as his fingers slipped your panties to the side, long digits rubbing your cunt raw

“jae wanna cum, please m-make me cum” your pleas sounds cute, angelic voice such a stark contrast from his stubborn fingers slowly dipping in your pussy “don’t worry, pretty girl. m’gonna make you cry for me” and suddenly his fingers are inside you, knuckles deep and thrusting in and out

you feel your legs twitch as you release a cry, overwhelmed from pleasure and head already dizzy with his strong arms still keeping you down, making you stay still and take it

“fuck jae feels s-so good” you breathed out, head nuzzled on his neck trying to hide away from the pleasure

“look at you, baby” his cooing sounds almost like a mock “my cock aint even inside you yet but you’re already crying” he chuckled, amused at your sensitive body

crying out, his fingers were hitting so deep you can’t help but tilt near the edge “oh god jae m’gonna cum” your eyes tearing up from ecstasy “let go, pretty girl. cum” he comforts you, other hand rubbing your back while the other ruins your pussy for anyone else “cum for me, pretty. it’s ok” and you see white, orgasm blinding your vision until you’re seeing stars

“there you, baby. did so good for me” dry hand pushing your hair back away from your pretty face “do you still want my cock?” his question making your red face even more flushed “yes please jae” your answer ended up muffled in his chest, too shy to look at him

he clicked his tongue, “baby look at me, you still want to get fucked right?” his words got even more lewd making you pout “yes please jae, don’t tease me” you feel tears pricking your eyes, overwhelmed from wanting too much

jaehyun responded by pushing you under him, broad shoulders engulfing your whole body and making you feel so small. “i’ll fuck you like how you deserved to be fucked princess, don’t worry” and he’s ripping of your panties

“JAE!” you shrieked from surprise, “you can’t keep doing that” your lips formed in a pout, feeling a little annoyed that he ruined another good pair of your panties “m’sorry baby, can’t help it” he whispers an apology and before you could answer back, his lips were suddenly on you. searing kiss making your body warm up, his soft lips making your forget about anything

“jae please fuck me, just want you to fuck me” you whined, arms around his neck and face flushed from the lack of air. the kiss making your breathless

“i will, pretty girl.you gotta be patient for me” the whisper across your lips sounds sensual and you can’t help but moan at the way he sits up to lower down his gray sweatpants that never fails to make his already huge bulge even bigger, not even bothering to take off his shirt

his pulls it down to reveal his aching cock, underwear nowhere in sight as he prefers going commando when sleeping, the tip looking red and angry with a prominent vein going under

“face down, ass up for me baby” he sigh as his hand starts stroking his member, giant hand looking tiny compared to his hard cock

you obeyed immediately, feeling desperate and wanton for his dick “fuck what a pretty cunt” he hisses, spreading your plump cheeks apart to peek at your wet cunt

jaehyun can’t help but curse while giving your pussy little kisses, your scent clouding his senses with lust and need. he can’t help himself when he licks your pussy, taste hitting his tastebuds and fuck, you’re the most delicious meal he’ll ever have

his arms lock you in your place as he eats you out from behind, busy tongue and mouth working wonders on your pussy lips. you feel like flying from the sensations he’s giving you “jaehyun please s-stop, can’t t-take it” your voice sound pornographic, shaky and overwhelmed as you try to pull away from his touch, already close to another orgasm

“stay still, pretty. gonna make you cum for me again” and he was back to eating you out, slick mouth against your pussy. licking and thrusting deep inside you until you feel like you were floating, orgasm crashing in so abruptly you were left shaking and sobbing

“what a good girl, baby. giving me so much” jaehyun muttered while trailing kisses up your back, warm hands rubbing your body trying to soothe the shaking until you were back down to earth, left daze and breathless

“you ready for my cock, pretty? hm?” you can feel his hard cock from behind, hard and monstrous while his bulbous tip rubs against your leaking cunt. jaehyun uses your slick as lube, running his mushroom head up and down your entrance and letting the tip catch against your clit while carefully dipping in, not letting it fully enter you

“p-please jae. fuck me please i want it” you can’t help but cry out, exhausted from your orgasms but still left wanting more. “i got you baby” he whispers “would do anything ugh- for you” he grunted out as he thrusted into you, huge dick splitting your tight walls apart and stretching you out “slowly baby, slowly” he mutters while rubbing a comforting hand up and down your back, his size making it hard to fully slip into you but he felt so good, you take him in anyway

“what a tight, wet cunt. god, your pussy was made just for me baby” jaehyun’s moans sound erotic, drowning on pleasure from your tight cunt clenching around his hard dick “s-so big jae. so deep inside me” you sound drunk, his length slowly thrusting in and feeding you every delicious inch

“yeah? can you take it, pretty? too much?” all you could let out was a loud whine before he was slamming in and out of you. thrusting his hard dick from behind like a jackhammer

he pounds your pussy while using your hips as leverage. warms hands pulling your bouncing body towards his sinful hips everytime he slams inside you, not minding your desperate attempts at running away, crawling forward to lessen the strength of his thrusts and the way he was hitting your spot so perfectly

“oh god jae so d-deep, please don’t stop” your hands were gripping the bed sheets, pleas and whines falling out your lips like a prayer “i’m so deep in you, huh? you like my big cock fucking you this deep?” he growled out, tugging your hips and slamming balls deep in your pussy then staying completely still, cock tip kissing the entrance to your cervix. reaching behind him, he pulled on the collar of his white shirt and took off the clothing

you wailed out, feeling him so hard and deep in your pussy, claiming and owning “love it so much jae, please it’s so good” you’re slurring out the words, completely fucked out and drooling, at this point you’re not thinking straight. thoughts only filled with jaehyun and his dick fucking you so good

jaehyun thinks you look the best like this, drunk on his cock and only thinking of him. can’t help but love you even like this, moans loud and desperate and as his hips start picking up the pace again, he wants to make you even louder

pulling your hair in hand, jaehyun lifts up your head and circles his other hand on your throat pulling you up. now you’re sitting up with his chest pressed to your back, hips still thrusting hard and fast

he was fucking you so good you can’t help but throw your head back against his shoulder, eyes rolling back and tongue coming out with drool slipping past your plump lips

“look at you, baby” he coos “fucked dumb by my big cock, you’re loving this aren’t you, pretty girl?” he noses your cheeks, pressing loving little pecks at your throat and face

he loves it when you’re in this state, soft and pliant for him. completely melting in his arms as he kisses you, swirling his tongue around your cavern and exploring every cervices while maintaining his animalistic pace

“love it s’much jae. love you” you were clearly out of it, words barely registering in your head as jaehyun continues to pound your pussy from behind. ass cheeks clapping with every thrust, the sound echoing off the room with the squelching of your dripping cunt

“love you too pretty girl” he coos “are you gonna cum for me again? i can feel you clenching, baby” he grunted, pushing you down until you were flat on your stomach. pulling your legs, he manhandles you to lay down sideways, taking one of your thighs against his chest and slamming back inside you “god jae please don’t stop, please please please” gripping onto the pillows tightly, you can feel yourself starting to edge closer “never gonna stop fucking you, pretty. cunt to good for me” jaehyun was pounding your pussy even harder, determined to make you cum on his cock

“jae m’gonna cum m’gonna cum” “yeah? cum for me baby. cum for me so i can fill up this tight little cunt with my cum” pinning one of your legs down to the mattress, his thrusts suddenly turned even deeper “yes please jae wanna have your babies, wanna be yours” you were delirious from pleasure, starting to feel the familiar warmth on your pelvis “that’s it baby. cum for me-“ he’s cut off with a scream, your orgasm feeling like you were hit by a 10-wheeler truck.

you were sobbing and crying, overwhelmed with too much pleasure while jaehyun’s pace continued “fucking hell, take it baby” he groaned out, your clenching walls pushing him near his end

“jae t’much please s-stop” your pleas were ignored, too focused on his oncoming orgasm and intent on finally filling you up “m’gonna cum, pretty. shit, are you gonna take my cum for me? keep them nice and warm ‘nside you?” he’s rambling now, your pussy making him delirious and dizzy

his thrusts started turning sloppy, a sign that his near is close. jaehyun’s hips are sinful, fucking you so good even when he’s close to his end. pounding in.out.in.out.in.out then suddenly he started faltering, thrusting once, twice, thrice then harshly slamming inside your pussy. cockhead completely kissing your womb as his warmth fills you up

“pretty girl taking my cum. so proud of you” he whispers, leaning down to press kisses across your face, still locked inside you. and as your lips meet for a breathtaking kiss, he wouldn’t want it in any other way

[fromasgardandback]

Tour Of Asgard // Loki Laufeyson Headcanon

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you were the first girl Loki was bringing home. he never brought anyone back to Asgard and unlike Thor, it wasn’t an abrupt and sudden coming

you were excited and nervous. you had no idea what to expect considering you were going to another planet and dating their prince

you already met Thor since you worked with him and that’s how you and Loki met. he was aboard the first time he came to Earth when he fought in the Battle of New York

you sat in front of the clear circular dome he was in and talked about anything. you were sent to analyze who Loki was and why he acted the way he was. Instead of finding a monster, you found a man in pain wanting to prove himself to his father while trying to figure out who he was supposed to be

you walked through the portal and Heimdall stood in all his glory. like a gentleman, Loki introduced you and even had two white horses awaiting your arrival to travel the rainbow bridge to the castle

along the way you looked both left and right almost getting whiplash from trying to take in all of Asgard’s beauty

you couldn’t believe what you were seeing and told yourself it was all a dream

“Over there, is where I shifted into a frog to scare Thor,” Loki looked over at you. “My love, are you listening to me?” He asked.

“Huh? Sorry, no I was taking in all the beauty of this place. I can’t believe I am even here. It feels like a fantasy, or more like a drawn-up movie or a tale to tell the kids at night.” You said still in awe.

“Well darling, believe it. You’re dating a prince. Here it is called courting because I am a royal. We are courting to become Asgard's future prince and princess. Even though we haven’t spoken of marriage, others will see it that way.” He said leaning over to kiss my hand.

“Princess. Princess of Asgard. I like that title. As long as you’re my future they can talk about marriage all they want.” You said looking at him lovingly.

he got the bags in his room before leading you to a private balcony for lunch. he knew the journey was long for a Midgardian, so he set up an impromptu date overlooking the waterfall

Asgard has some of the best food you’ve ever tasted and mainly because it was all fresh, but you would need to smuggle some of your favorite snacks and treats because they have no chocolate. no chocolate was your deal breaker

after the meal, Loki walked you around the entire palace and described each and every story he shared with Thor and their friends. the kind of battles and fighting, real and not, and places he would escape to

speaking of escapes, he showed you all three of his hiding places. one in the palace, one in the mountains, and one in the town. he treated it as no matter where he was, he could run to his hiding place every time

“I came here a lot when no one noticed. Especially in my younger years when I didn’t feel understood, which was quite often. I was bringing a blanket and snacks with me to keep me occupied. Although I wasn’t the best at hiding from my mother. She knew where I was at all times, being that she is a witch herself.” Loki smiled softly with sadness behind his eyes.

“Would she sit and stay with you?” You asked and held his hand.

“She would. She’d stay with me until I felt comfortable coming back. My father, Odin, was not a father to me as you know. But he would show his affection in a way that others would see as equal to Thor and me, but cruel and hurtful in reality. But mother,” He chuckled, looking down at his hands. “Mother was my best friend.” Loki looked at you.

“She would be so proud of you, that I know. I’ve only met her a few times when she came to visit, but I do know the kind of special bond the two of you have.” You sat up leaning over to press your hand softly to his cheek. “It is an honor to be shown the places you were and are most vulnerable and places you shared memories with her. Thank you.”

you spent the night in one of his hiding places with him just talking about anything and everything