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straykidsholicleigh · 22 days

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☆*:..... LEIGH'S MOOTS !!!!

@yessa-vie - my wife ✨

i have to put this bitch first- ur the literal first person i started talking to on tumblr, no cap- words can't describe how grateful and happy i am to have u in my life like honestly. you've helped me with my depression, anxiety and suicidal thoughts and brought me back up whenever i felt down, thank u sm 😭 sometimes i feel horrible bcs im bad at comforting people and i feel like whenever u want to vent, im not really helping but i promise to try better 🩷

also ur writing? like bitch ur writing? THAT HYUNJIN FIC 🫦🤌 like babes just throw me ur talent im begging u, i said it once, ill say it again; i am on my knees for ur writing 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ like whenever u release smth i get so excited idk- keep rocking yessa baby, ilyyy smmmm my unnie <33 💜

@double-knxtt - my sister 🧚🏾‍♀️

life ain't complete without ya- like honestly, i kinda find the way we met sorta funny bcs i embarrassed myself on the first msg- 💀 it's been literally 5 months since we've known each other wtf... if u need someone to talk to, pls, im always here and even though im not good at comforting ill try my best, okay? you've helped me with a lot of stuff and ik we've had a few fights but i just wanna thank u for being there for me and helping me out of my dark places. your my best friend and my sister 🩵

ur writing- girl, im begging u, DON'T STOP WRITING THAT ONE MINHO DRABBLE- girl, how tf u so good at writing? if u don't throw me ur talent like yessa, im finding u and suffocating u 😃🔪 (jk, unless-) ily sm ok? always remember that my precious unnie~~ 💞💞<3

@kaiyaba - my other wife idk- 🦝

still can't get over the fact that we became friends through murder- im gonna start calling u my canadian bestie bcs... you know... we're both canadians? okay soo... UR MY PRECIOUS POOKIE ILY ILY SMM- sorry, had to get that off my chest- ur loaded with hyunjin pics, do not stop sending me them I'm begging- also those cards? hello? lmao they're funny af and yeah they did make me feel better lmao 😂 also, ty sm for being there for me when sam broke up with me, that was a horrible time but ty sm~ 💕 im always here if u wanna vent ok?

also honestly fuck ur ex, he can die idc- 💀 also I'd like more hyunjin pics when u awake, I'll be waiting 🤲 also, just so you know, u kinda slow at typing (cmon, did u seriously think i wasn't going to roast u atleast once?) ignore that last one- ily sm keep going, my racoon 💕💕

@thatonedemigodfromseoul - my daughter 🌻

OMG U CUTIE PATOOTIE, ANYTHING U DO IS CUTE 😍 u can just breath and ur cute... u baby material, infant 🫵 also, still not over the fact we literally met THROUGH MURDER 👁👄👁🤌🤌 *deep breath* ahem.. ik life is hard and people are bitchy sometimes but i just wanna let you know that you're got it. ur a human too and sometimes things get hard but we have to do everything to survive right? whenever it gets hard, im always here for u if u wanna vent ok? ily my little infant 🩷

UR WRITING?????? UR FLUFF??? BITCH THROW ME UR TALENT I SUCK AT FLUFF, I'LL JUST STEAL YOURS, IDC ILL ROB IT ONE WAY OR ANOTHER- (that was so aggressive i promise im stable-) ... i still want ut writing bcs wtf?? for a ** year old, ur so good? huh? ilyy 🩵🩷🩵

@fauna-flora11 - my mother in law 🤡

omg my pakistan baby 😍 bestie, ik we don't talk much but i want u to know ily and ur doing great ok? ur doing amazing, im so proud of what u did yesterday, today, tomorrow and so on ur so cuteeee!! ily my bestie pls drink lots of water and take care of urself ok? and don't worry about my leg and lip, it'll get better eventually 😅 again, if u ever wanna vent, im here ok? ilyy smm <333

i've never really read your writing but im encouraging you to write bcs your good at it! ill be waiting for that skz fic or whatever u have stirring up in that pot of urs lmao.. ily sm flora, keep doing whatever ur doing and keeping smiling 💕💕💕💕💕💕

@silverstarburst - my sister 💟

hi my unnie! ik we don't talk much, but ty for taking up for me whenever those anons throw hate at me, ur really amazing and sassy like that lmao- ik ur always there for me whenever im sad and whenever i get hate so hopefully i can do the same for u, so whenever ur sad or need to vent, just msg me. it may take me time but i will respond and help u ok? ily unnie, ur amazing <33💕💕💕

also, if u want a Chinese or Spanish name just ask me lmao- ik it sounds weird but i can give u one~ should I call u ash or wonhu? 👀👀 ily my pookie ~~ stay hydrated and get lots of sleep and eat well mkay? ilyy <333

@zoey-rov - the dog 🌸

bitch explain why is not tagging u??? what black magic have u done to my tumblr? also that minecraft house u working on... O-O WHY DOES HAVE LIKE 58 BEDROOMS??? CHILL ON THE BEDROOMS, UR BF WON'T LET ME GO FOR THAT, HE KEEPS COMPLAINING IN MY DMS 😭 also when u land in korea in september, come visit me (if u want) idk when u coming tho bcs idt ur bf wants to- ty for being my friend and trusting me with ur secrets~ ily my cutie <33 💕💕

@michelle4eve - my niece 🧜‍♀️

we don't talk much but you've been here on my blog, sending me asks and checking on me and sending cute shit 😭 i feel so stupid for not dming u earlier and talking to u, but lets just say im glad u made the move first. ur so talented and so funny and kind, im so glad ur in my family 😭 im here if u ever wanna vent, ok? ty for sticking around and not leaving, ily ily <3

also i read ur writing and lets just say I AM SHOOK- like can u just... throw some my way?? like wth?? i love ur writing pookie, pls keep writing and showing off that beautiful talent of urs 💕 stay safe and hydrated~ <33

@heihaneul - the cat 🍡

i strongly advise u to leave the dog, the mouse, the rabbit and fish alone- ig i have to thank chris bcs if it wasn't for his drama, i wouldn't have met u. i like our little chats even though u roast me 24/7 and call me a grandma just bcs i have a short remembrance of things. atleast i can go around calling u kitty 🤷🏻‍♀️ ty for helping me and having my back so many times, ily ily if u ever need to vent, my dms are open and waiting 💕 ily, pls look after urself~ 💕<3

@wooyo-bae - my niece/stepdaughter 🤰

first, i'm sorry for leaving u on read for a whole month, second, yes im delulu for hyunjin and i always will be 🤷🏻‍♀️ im still kinda shocked i have another ** year old on my bad but i will accept only bcs of yessa and mari (jkjk u the cutest little niece) ik school can be tough so if u ever need help im here <3 and pls for godsake STOP LISTENING TO ADULT MUSIC, U R PRACTICALLY A CHILD 🤡 ily take care of urself cutie (i promise i will respond to ur dms-) 💕

and i love ur writing even though u only got like one thing out- im encouraging u to write more bcs u are good at it annd don't let anyone tell u otherwise <333

@immapopthelimits119 - my other daughter 🧋

no, i do NOT believe u whenever u tell me u drink water bcs from that pic u sent me, u look DEHYDRATED 24/7 DRINK WATER BEFORE I FLY DOWN TO GERMANY AND SLAP U ACROSS UR FACE. yes, i am delulu for hyunjin and keep sending me jurin pics bcs jurin is a queen and she deserves recognition. i promise that felix fic u wanted is in the making! I'll try post it soon and ily <33 🩷🩷

@robynnn-nnm - the horse 🐎

ur personality is a lot like sage and it TERRIFIES ME. ik ur obsessed with flower by jisoo and pls the fact that ur sis sent me her number just to send me videos of u dancing like ur possessed is boss energy and u slay so house down, whitney im deceased 😞✋ ur so hyper but the fact ur constantly sending me horse pics is not giving, like calm tf down u roach- ily either way u talented mf 💕💕

@atinyniki - my niece 👩‍🦲

idk why u chose that emoji but im not gonna complain 🤷🏻‍♀️ if im being honest, i was kinda scared to text u bcs idk i felt like i would say smth wrong and u would think bad of me, but im glad i did! ik we don't talk much but i like talking to u bcs ur kinda chaotic and it's really refreshing 😅 now about those anons, just block them or hit spam bcs that's not very respectful what their doing :( im sorry if u get them often, ill try my best to shut them up, ty for sticking around cutie 💕 if u ever need to vent, again, my dms are like a door, it's always open for u to come through and spill ur mind. im listening. ily <33 💕💕

ur writing, ur writing, that's it. that's the comment. if u have a taglist, add me (idk if im already added-) pls ur writing is like.. so good? like where did u get that talent from? i will FIGHT whoever says ur writing sucks, bcs their blind, ur writing is so good, keep going cutie! ~ 💕💕

@hynjinniesworld - my psychotic lover 💀

we communicate through 💀 girl, whatever is happening between u and sam, im truly trying my best to help u but there's only so much i can do behind a phone and in a different country 😭 im always here if u need to vent and dw i saved ur ass multiple times, i can handle more ig- also, imma stop calling u mommy bcs anons be tripping 💀 (ill call u mine ;)) btw ur dancing is 🤌🤌 anyways, ily pookie, take care of urself especially after that surgery ily ily my fiesty, cutie pieeee <33 💕💕

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pinkcannibal · 1 year

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Could I request a Marilyn Thornhill x Reader, where reader is having a really terrible day because a series of horrible stuff keeps happening to Reader (For example reader's class work goes mising, her friend stands her up, something spills on reader's outfit and so on). Reader just ends up hiding in her room for the rest of the day. Marilyn notices that reader is missing, she goes to check on reader. Reader kind of jokes that she might be curse and that Marilyn should avoid her. Of course Marilyn doesn't like hearing that. So she does what she can to help reader feel better (I'll leave what kind of relationship Reader and Marilyn have up to you).

a/n so sorry for the wait! i promise im not ignoring requests just needing to find time to write them :) just wanna say as per most of my fics or requests reader is a student and 20. for this prompt its pre relationship. if you’re familiar with my writing i write marilyn not as laurel gates, but having laurel gates uhhh tendencies? so if requested otherwise that's her characterisation, i do also write for canon laurel gates!

title: it'll all work out

pairings: marilyn thornhill x fem!reader

tw/warnings: none kinda! just fluff, comfort, and mild panic attacks

summary: you can't cope with the intense wave of what the day throws at you, skyrocketing you into anxiety. and taking comfort in miss thornhill is the only thing that brings you back down

word count: 2160

requests: open!

It starts out like this.

This morning, you slept through your alarm and were late for your Wiccan History class; so late you may as well not have showed up. And no attempt of explaining your situation stopped you from being handed a detention slip from your teacher- your ears burned in embarrassment at the action.

Then, two hours later, Wednesday made a seemingly inoffensive comment about your class work during a dissection and it was the way she said it that made you feel like all your hard work was actually unintelligent, uninspiring, and not worth handing in. And to top it all off, on the way to lunch, a tall, imposing fur accidentally bumped into you and you dropped your phone; cracking it right down the middle and making tears burn behind your eyelids when you picked it up because today sucks and nothing’s gone right and it times like this you wonder why you ever enrolled in this academy in the first place.

Then it all comes fucking crashing down because when you finally, finally make it to your table, Enid reaches across the way with all her usual exuberance and excitement because her girlfriend Wednesday sits down across from her and she-

Enid gasps, eyes wide and panicked as her thermos filled with hot coffee pours over the table and across to you. It soaks the class notes you were working on, just melting the ink of 4000 words from Botony class that you were slaving over and you immediately jump up, lips parting in shock as you move back from the liquid.

But it scalds your uniform, your skirt, and barely misses your thighs and you don’t even realise your eyes are being overcome with fresh tears until Enid exclaims.

“Oh my god I’m so so sorry!” Enid rushes out, reaching out and picking up her thermos before it can go any further. Wednesday next to her widens her eyes, shuffling over slightly as it drips through the cracks in the table.

You snap out of your shock, making a noise of panicked frustration.

“No, no no no shit-” You hiss, picking up the ruined essay and immediately dropping it at the temperature. But the damage is done, and you make this tiny noise that sounds like a pained whimper when you squeeze your eyes shut and run your hands through your hair, resigning to all that work being ruined. You bite your lip, so hard you want to taste blood.

Enid, wide eyed and apologetic, looks like a kicked puppy at the mess she accidentally caused. “I-I am so sorry. Seriously, I was just-”

A tear falls down your cheek. Fuck, could this day get worse?

“It’s o-okay, Enid, you didn’t mean to.” You breathe out, trying to reign in your distraught panic attack that’s looming. The rest of the table, Yoko and Divina, look at you with matching pitying looks. You flush and gather your things, unable to stomach their concern that feels like acid in your belly.

“Um, look, I’ll see you guys later?” You rush to say, breath becoming laboured. “I just, I n-need to-”

“Hey,” Yoko softly interjects. “Really, it’s okay, do you want one of us to come with you?”

You shake your head, clutching your laptop and ruined notes that don’t matter anymore to your heaving chest. “No,” You blurt, pressing your lips together apologetically, then retrying. “No, I’m okay. I’ll um, I’ll see you guys at recess.”

You leave quickly, the anxiety building and building so quickly you feel like you’re going to cry if someone so much as touches you. Your throat bobs on a sob wanting to escape, and you rush to your dorm and on the way scrunch up the essay in your hands and throw it in a nearby trash can and so distracted by your impending panic you don’t look up until it’s too late.

You bump hard into someone, gasping and losing your footing immediately. You don’t hit the ground or fall, because two warm, comforting hands are righting you at your biceps and steadying your feet. “Fuck, sorry I-”

When you look up, you blush, because-

“Oh dear, are you okay?” Miss Thornhill breathes out, startled by the bump but covering it up with a polite smile that has your knees just, instantly weak. She’s wearing that green coat and red boots; she smells like the earth and rain and something so comforting you warm.

Her hands haven’t left your arms and you feel even more unsteady and now because she’s here you feel like crying all over again.

“Are you okay, honey?” She says, this little concerned furrow of her brows thrown your way and you part your lips trying to say something, but your eyes are glassy with tears and she called you honey, and you feel all melty and gooey inside.

“Gosh,” She says, righting her glasses from the knock and softly chuckling. “I didn’t see you, I’m so sorry, you just came out of no-”

“I-I’m okay,” You say softly, shifting on your feet. You watch Marilyn tilt her head worriedly at your shaking voice, and almost as if realising her touch, she delicately removes her hands, placing them in her coat pockets instead. You blush with how much you want them back on you.

“Sorry,” You smile back slightly, clearing your throat. “I didn’t see you either. I’m just...super late for my next class.”

You try and lie to save face, because you’re three seconds away from bawling your eyes out, but Miss Thornhill does this adorable scrunch of her nose, checking the inside of her wrist for her watch as she frowns.

“Is that so?” She chuckles out endearingly, looking back up to you and sending you a raised eyebrow. “Your next class is mine, funny enough. If anything, you’re half an hour early.”

“Oh,” You blush, stuttering as you realise the hole you dug. Marilyn sends you an amused look as you flounder. Then everything just- falls into you. The detention. Wednesday’s comment. Your phone. Your essay. The anxiety. And how just one concerned look from Miss Thornhill has you feeling like splitting at the seams.

“I-I uh, must have gotten my timetable mixed up?” Then you sniff and bring your blazer sleeve up to your nose, shutting your eyes in mortification as your throat bobs and you whine on a cry. “Shit, s-sorry I just- I can’t-”

“Oh, dear.” Marilyn breathes out in sympathy, watching you crumble inside of yourself and choke on a cry that bubbles past your lips. You can’t look at her, wiping at your eyes in frustration as you cry in the middle of the hall to the other woman like some pathetic child.

“Sweetie,” She says softly, full of so much care and concern that you look up and flush red at how her hazel eyes are the most gentle you’ve ever seen them.

Then she’s placing her hand at the small of your back, hushing you sweetly. “Are you okay?” She says kindly.

You bite your lip, swallowing thickly as more tears escape. You shake your head, too vulnerable for words as you tighten your laptop and books in your grip against your stomach.

Marilyn notices the reaction, eyebrows furrowing in worry.

“Okay, you’re okay,” She says, coaxing and warm, and your neck goes red at the tone. “Do you want to talk about it? We can go to my classroom, it’s nice and quiet there, would that be okay?”

The way she asks for your consent, how loving she sounds, sends you into a space you feel dizzy in. You nod softly, doe eyes looking up through your wet eyelashes to her. “I...Yes, please.” You breathe out, filled with so much relief your heart aches, pooling and pooling when her hand rubs in soothing circles to your lower back – something that sends shivers up your spine.

Miss Thornhill makes you chamomile tea from her own garden in the conservatory, and when she hands it to you her fingers brush yours and you feel unsteady again and the tears are back then she says “You’re safe here, nothing can hurt you, sweetie. Are you okay? What happened?” and it spills from your lips like water.

At the end of it all, Marilyn is giving you this tender look, like she’s yearning to fix everything that’s wrong; and your hands are tight around the tea mug from where you sit perched on one of the desks, shaking as you stutter and speak through your tears.

“And then Enid, she-” You whine, a frustrated noise leaving your lips at the memory as you screw your eyes shut. “She spilled coffee on my essay for your class and it was already late because you were nice enough to give me an extension but now it’s ruined and I feel like I keep fucking up and just-”

“Darling,” Miss Thornhill interjects softly, stepping forwards and ducking her head slightly to catch your gaze. Darling. Darling. You feel your lower belly swarm with need at the term as you blink back at her in bashfulness. The other woman then gently unwraps your hands from around the scalding tea and places it beside you.

Instead, she takes them in her own, rubbing softly and gently into your palms as your breath hitches and cheeks warm.

“Shh. It’s okay. Take a deep breath for me, okay?” She says warmly, and you instantly copy her as your eyes flick down to her chest, rising with a breath that calms you instantly.

“That’s it, good job, honey.” Marilyn smiles kindly to you, and the soft praise has your throat drying and stomach flipping as you look back up and bite your lip.

“I’m so sorry that happened,” She murmurs sincerely, eyes so genuine and kind behind her glasses that you almost forget how close she is right now. She’s almost between your legs with how she holds you, and your chest picks up at the thought. “That sounds like an awful, terrible day, sweetheart.”

Oh. Okay. You’re floating now, you’re sure of it.

“Yeah,” You breathe out, shifting in your spot, earnestly trying to get impossibly closer to her. If Marilyn notices, she doesn’t comment, but she dosen’t move away. “It was.”

You wince then, groaning and blushing when you remember. “And I’m really, really sorry about the essay. I can get it finished tomorrow if I-”

Miss Thornhill snorts, shaking her head in amusement at you and fixing her glasses. “Oh gosh, that’s hilarious if you think I’m worried about that.”

You widen your eyes, tilting your head. “What?” You stammer. “But, it’s worth like, twenty percent and I’m already two weeks late.” You stress. Marilyn squeezes to your hands, softening at your words.

“There is no way I’m making you redo it after the day you’ve had, okay sweetie?”

You part your lips, heart so heavy with love for her it stuns you. And you don’t really know what to do other than feel tears well in your eyes again, and suddenly your chest goes weightless and you dart forwards, wrapping Miss Thornhill in a hug, arms slinging over her shoulders.

It forces her so close to you, you almost pull back as you feel her front pressed between your legs and brushing up against your thighs - and before you can die of embarrassment at how needy for her affection you feel, Miss Thornhill is making this noise of surprise at your action, a tender “Oh,” leaving her lips that feels like cotton candy inside your lungs.

But then her arms are wrapping back around you.

You feel her breath hitch as you bury into the soft spot of her neck, squeezing your eyes shut and holding tight. Marilyn holds back, hands soothing up and down your back as you cling to her.

“It’s okay,” She coos, next to your ear and making you melt.

“You’re okay.” Marilyn says softly. “I’m here.”

#marilyn thornhill x reader #marilyn thornhill #wednesday netflix #reader fic #laurel gates x reader #laurel gates #fanfic #reader insert #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #christina ricci

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tesstuffsblog · 2 years

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Scars, nightmares and back to the future

┕━» part two

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female reader

Rating: Angst, fluff and a bit of smut at the end

Summary: Eddie survives form the upside down and now you two are hiding in Hopper’s house in the woods. He became a little distant but he’s just insecure about his scars. You comfort him.

Word count: 1984

(this is a chapter form my wattpad fanfic “Together, until the end”, i just changed the protagonist name to Y/N)

English is not my first language!

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After visiting Max in her caravan with Dustin, you return to the little house lost in the woods, after all it must be the least findable but it is well furnished.

He's been really quiet since they've been in Hop's house. You can't blame him. This whole week has been traumatic for him.

When he was pulled out of the Upside Down,

bleeding, Eddie didn't think she would make it, yeah you had promised him but you couldn't control it either. He even thought he shouldn't have done it. He still blamed himself for what happened to the cheerleader. Maybe if Chrissy hadn't gone to him, maybe if he told her he wouldn't sell her the drugs, she could have been saved.

You can't imagine how stressed and scared he was in that moment. He had seen someone floating in front of him, her eyeballs being sucked into her head and her bones breaking in different directions, and on top of that, he was blamed for her murder when it had nothing to do with it. The police were also struggling in this situation, so...what's the easiest target to blame? The city drug dealer who plays a fantasy game.

He was forced to stay away from his uncle and friends, hiding while people were hunting him.

He was distant. Eddie's there with you physically, but he's not really there.

The first few days after being released were the hardest. And he was becoming more detached, but not for a specific reason. You don’t blame him, you can't fully understand how he feels, he literally came back from the dead.

"Ed! I'm here!" you enter the house with the key that Jim gave you, your arms full of shopping bags containing food and snacks. "Eddie?"

"Im here" you hear him scream softly.

A wave of relief when you realized he is okay, but his tone suggests otherwise. Walk to the bathroom door before gently hitting it with you knuckles. "Ed" you keeps a gentle voice, "I bought food, are you hungry?" you remains silent for a few seconds waiting for an answer.

"Can you please just go?" the boy responds with a trembling voice on the other side of the door. You just wants to wrap him in your arms, but you knows it'll only make things worse, "Please. I'm-I'm sorry."

"Yeah. Sure, come to me if you need anything, okay? Please. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere." you tell him with a heavy heart as you waits for another answer.

You knows that he needs time, you know that he is traumatized but at the same time you just wants him to open up to you.

A few seconds pass before muttering a "Okay"

Time passes. An hour? An hour and a half?

You tried to ignore Eddie by putting the only movie that Hopper had left in his 'house' "Back to the Future" despite you have seen it already three times.

Eddie in the meantime has remained in the bathroom, between silent sobs he looks in the mirror. When he returns to the living room he looks like a sad puppy as he stands there with his brown eyes. "Y/N?" he whispers almost as if he doesn't want to be heard

"Hey..." you turn around and get up from the couch and approach him cautiously

"I am so sorry..." he stutters

"For-for what?"

"The way I'm treating you these days. You-you don't deserve it. I don't know what's going on with me."

"Hey no no no...it's not your fault."

"I don't want you to see."

"To see what?" you ask confused

"The scars" he whispers and Vivi immediately understands. He is ashamed of the bite marks and scratches left by bats. It breaks you heart to see him like that, thinking they are something to be ashamed of. You take his face gently in you hands and forces him to look at you in the eyes.

"Ed..." a sad sigh comes out of you lips

"They're horrible...ugly on me. I hate them, I can't even look at them."

Oh, Eddie Munson, if you could look at you the way I do...

"These" You puts a hand on his abdomen feeling the fabric of the shirt "These are the signs of the battle, of the fact that you survived. They show the courage you had when you faced those...demons. They tell a story."

"Do you want to see them?"

"Only if you give me consent, I don't want to force you in doing things you don't feel like doing."

You let your hand slide down to the hem of his t-shirt, looking silently at him.

Eddie takes off his shirt showing his bare chest and abdomen. His stomach and chest were covered with bites and small claw marks. The tattoos are ruined by other scratches.

Scars that would never fade away completely. They're not as terrible as you thought but they were many. Similar to Steve's but more.

"Don't look at me like that, please," Eddie begs, avoiding eye contact while his eyes become shiny

"In what way?"

"With...pity or...or horror- disgust..."

"Munson this is not pity, horror or disgust." You slowly takes the boy's hand in yours and puts a gentle kiss on the his neck where there is a scar. Then another one on his chest and another one on his abdomen drawing the attention of Eddie who shudders under that touch. He looks at you with caution, ashamed of them.

You make sure to touch every single scar on his body, wanting to show him that you are not disgusted of them. "Eddie, you're beautiful, with or without scars, you are. Don't hide."

You look at him with an air of such love and adoration that it is impossible for him not to listen to you. "Do they hurt?"

"Umh uh- not too much."

"Do you want to talk to me? Would that help? You don't have to, we could just sit-" you ask him almost whispering and he nods, crossing your gaze. He looks like a scolded child, curled up on himself

"Okay, okay, take your time, all right?"

You both sit on the living room carpet, with the soft glow of the lamp and the film in the background.

Eddie places his head on your shoulder and wraps his arms around you. You remained silent for a minute while your fingers flow through his hair.

"Those bats. They follow me in my dreams. They tear me apart again every night" he admits, and you feels like you’re about to cry for him, "It's like it's carved into my retina. Every night I have the same nightmare. I cut the rope, you and Dustin yell at me behind, you follow me and I...I-" he is interrupted because tears wet his cheeks. Your heart is completely broken "I feel broken, I feel...I don't know either." He admits in a broken voice

"Eddie, I want you to see yourself the way I see you, and I see a strong, brave guy right now. You know, fuck being a hero now, I never really believed it. 'Cause you were never a coward, never. Dustin told me about when he was new to high school as a lost sheep, and you welcomed him with open arms into your club."

You cup his face in your hands and dries his cheeks with your thumbs. "You're not a coward because what could you do if not run away? After Chrissy died. Or when Carver came after you, you had to run, he'd beat the shit out of you otherwise. I'm not just saying this because I want you to feel better.

The 'heroes' are not those who sacrifice themselves, they are the people who are willing to help, making themselves available to others. They know when to take action and when to hide. It's not cowardice."

Eddie's puppy eyes are fixed on yours, listening to every word you says.

"What I'm trying to say is...you're one of the nicest people I've ever met. And the worst things always happen to the best people."

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," Eddie leans over and presses his forehead against yours as a sound comes out of his mouth, almost like a chuckle plagued by your sweetness. The thought that last night could end differently, that it could be his last night with you devastates him.

"You deserve this and a lot more, Ed."

You both remain silent before his lips find yours. It is a cold night but his skin is on fire, his left hand is raised on your cheek who in turn rests yours on his.

Eddie clears his throat, detaching from your lips "Can I tell you something? It's important." It was weird, because now he feels so insecure. Never in his life he has felt so insecure with someone.

"Yeah, of course." you respond sliding your hand from the boy's cheek to his neck

"Y/N...I was scared but I'm not anymore..."

"What do you mean?"

"I think I'm...falling in love with you. Actually, I am in love with you. And tbh, I don't know what love is... I've never fallen in love...but it seems like the only word that can describe what happens every time I look at you. I feel like if you see me...see the real me. I can't stop thinking about you, every second, all I have in my mind is you."

You pause for a second not expecting this and looks at him. Your heart has melted completely.

Hearing those words give butterflies in your stomach and you look away to try to hide the redness in your cheeks.

"So is it reciprocated?" your eyes light up

"Is it?" the boy asks, raising his eyebrows,

“Eddie Munson, i’m in love with you too”

Eddie comes closer, his other hand crawling under your shirt and up your back, deepening the kiss.

"Eddie..." you whisper breathlessly and Eddie's cheeks turn red immediately

"Sorry...I- I'm sorry I was- it doesn't matter."

"No no" you stop him smirking "Continue" a curve is formed on his lips reddened by the kisses "But I'm uncomfortable here on the ground."

They both run to sit on the bed. His arm wraps around your waist, making you fall back on the mattress.

Eddie's hands firmly clasp your hips under the fabric of your shirt, rings adorning his fingers, cold against your warm skin while your hands tangle with his curly hair.

Electric shocks in your body as you wraps her arms around his neck and get closer and closer to each other.

You pull up, detaching you lips to take a breath while Eddie begins to print kisses along your jaw and neck causing you to moan.

Eddie hesitates to pull up your shirt "Are you sure?" you nod as he hurries to pull it over your head and throw it to the ground. His eyes carefully scrutinize your body. You arch you back a little so that Eddie could slide his hand behind your back to loosen your bra "Can I?" he seeks approval with gentle voice. You take his hands in yours and guides them to the closure of the bra.

"You're so beautiful" he whispers as the heat begins to appear on both of your faces. He feels his heart beating in his throat. You’re so beautiful. Your eyes are so beautiful. He can't even concentrate, he's so lost in them.

The kiss accelerates and becomes more intense. You quickly climbs into Eddie's lap and his hands clasp your thighs. He keeps you so close to him that you can feel his heart beating. A groan fell from Eddie's mouth when you take over, starting to gently swing your body against his.

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie stranger things #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson headcanons

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blueskittlesart · 1 year

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Never thought about it before but goddamn you're right, Betty would be a MUCH better song story-wise if it was sung by a girl like "Then I saw you dance with him" hanging out with your best friend that you've been pining for for ages and she's dancing with a guy and you can't stand it, can't help how the assumption she doesn't like girls makes you so bitter and angry, but you can see the way she's looking at the guy she's dancing with so you ditch her and go have a fling with another girl, ignoring every time she tries to talk to you, refusing to tell her what she did wrong the entire summer, but the truth is she's always on your mind and you're doing both Betty and this other girl that you refuse to even name wrong in using her to replace Betty, and it also removes the shitty cheating aspect of the song to make it about a repressed, closeted lesbian (Betty) and a less repressed but very frustrated lesbian (the POV character), still sucks for the unnamed girl though. But anyway lesbianism would improve the story part of it so much (I don't mean this in a way of shitting on the original song because it's one of my favourites, it's just lesbians would make it even better)

sorry im going to act insane for a second i PROMISE i am not one of those lesbian taylor truthers i am just a lesbian who loves to relate to music ok please remember this as you read this post i promise i am normal

BETTY IS ABOUT LESBIANISM TO ME. "you heard the rumors from inez, you can't believe a word she says most times but this time it was true" inez knows the speaker likes girls and can't keep her mouth shut about it. the speaker desperately tries to discredit inez's rumors to everyone EXCEPT betty, who she WANTS to know on some level. "I saw you dance with him" is the inherent pain of being a girl in love with your best friend and watching her dance with a guy and knowing you will never be enough for her. she will always want something you can't give her even though all you've ever wanted is her. the speaker tries to replace betty with another girl and ignores her and betty is suddenly jealous in a way she doesn't understand. while the speaker spends the summer trying to replace betty with another girl and pretend like she doesn't care, betty spends the summer coming to terms with the fact that their friendship meant something more and that she likes girls too. "the worst thing that i ever did is what i did to you" has 2 meanings in my mind, one is the intended meaning of the speaker leaving betty without ever telling her why, but if the speaker is a girl it goes deeper--befriending her & loving her in the first place was the worst thing the speaker ever did, because it leaves her with only two choices: leave betty without explaining and hurt her, or tell betty how she feels and, if betty feels the same way, risk being ostracized by their peers for being gay. (there are lines that allude to betty being under some pressure to not date the speaker--"in front of all your stupid friends," specifically, but "switching her homeroom" could be switching AWAY from the speaker so that she won't be tempted, depending on how you want to interpret it.) one more line that i think is very lesbian is the whole "right now is the last time i can dream about what happens when you see my face again." like. maybe this isn't EXCLUSIVELY a lesbian experience but i think most of us had a tumultuous almost-relationship friendship that never got closure and so we daydream about seeing her again and telling her everything that went unsaid. right. im not the only one who does that right

#asks #this miiiiight just be me projecting like an insane person. but betty is lesbianism TO ME

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raw-law · 4 days

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oh my god,,, thank u both for the really super kind response to my last ask it made me cry a little

affirming words like that are something im extremely grateful for because i don't hear them often. i've been told before by someone who i used to be very close with that i "pull off being nonbinary" better than being a woman, and multiple friends of mine have told me that they don't perceive me as being any certain gender, that im simply just "me". and growing up, people around me (kids in school as well as family members) would tell me how good i look dressed in dark colors as opposed to brights and pastels, which is an insignificant thing to be bothered by but it hurts because i love fashion and cute clothes and wearing the pinkest and girliest things ever, i dont want to look good in dark colors because i don't feel girly when wearing them, i want to look good in pink because it reflects how i feel inside. i think i really do struggle to "pull off" being a girl, at least one who is on the hyperfeminine side of things

it's easier to come off as the girly girl i wanna be online, but in person it's a different story, and im always hurting because of it

so thank you for what you said. i even screenshotted the post and put it in a special folder on my phone so that i can look back on it whenever i feel bad. as soon as i saw your message i felt motivated to do something that would make me feel girly, so i took a shower with strawberry scented soap (this is special soap i use specifically for when i want to smell feminine. i use it sparingly) and afterwards i shaved my face and ate strawberry shortcake rolls and played ace attorney for hours. it doesn't get girlier than that heh

sorry for the very personal ramble thank you again >_<"💕

(p.s: Light, im not going to kick your butt, i am too dainty to commit any acts of violence)

- strawbunny 🐇🍰

Light:

Oh...I understand how you feel, very, very much. It is indeed easier to be the person you want to be online, and that's something that should change for most people.

Honestly, I think you should just ignore those people. It's perfectly okay to wear what you like and what you want, not what people say you look good in. And who cares about what people think? At the end of the day, you're gonna be with you forever (or at least till the end of your life) so you should do something you love, wear things you like, be whoever you want to be. It's definitely a hell of a lot easier said than done, but first steps are important.

I don't know if you want advice, but, well...I guess you could try wearing items of clothing you like, whatever you feel good in. And do stuff that makes you feel more feminine and more comfortable. Tell your loved ones about your pronouns and things like that.

Lastly, I'm glad that our words made you feel better. And I'm very happy you're finding the courage to do what you love. :] It'll get better soon, I promise you.

(P.S. And thank God for that.)

aw. well i'm glad the words meant that much to you, because i still very much stand by what i said. and i also agree exactly with what light has stated. you should wear what you like, ignore those dummies. y'know, somebody told me blue wasn't my color once. now maybe i'm not the best with fashion.. but i think it suits me pretty well. and it goes to show that people usually don't know what they're talking about, and even if they did, it doesn't really matter.

go wear your pinks and pastels. keep playing ace attorney while eating shortcake rolls (good choice, by the way). be girly and tell everyone else to suck it. because you are a girl and they're foolish to think otherwise. femininity comes in all sorts of forms, and they're all very beautiful. i'm sure whichever way you decide to express your femininity will fit perfectly, and it won't be any less beautiful or girly than any other expression.

i wish you luck in your pink-plastered endeavors, bunny.

(p.s. damnit.)

#death note #fictive #l lawliet #ask blog #light yagami #dn

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toothlespoggers · 6 months

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”Why are you sad” WHY ARE YOU HAPPY? HOW CAN YOU BE HAPPY WHEN THE ONLY WAY YOU CAN FEEL JOY IS BY HAVING ENOUGH MONEY TO GO DO STUFF THAT IS FUN IN THE MOMENT BUT ULTIMATELY STILL LEAVES YOU EMPTY INSIDE BECAUSE NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO THE WORLD IS BEING FUCKED OVER IN A MILLION DIFFERENT WAYS BY PEOPLE WHO DONT HAVE COMMON SENSE AND THERES NO HOPE IN TRYING TODO ANYTHING ABOUT IT BECAUSEIT JUST DOESNT WORK. HOW ARE YOU HAPPY WHEN ITS IMPOSSIBLE TO BE ON THE INTERNET WITHIUT SEEING EVERYTHING BAD IN THE WORLD. THE ONLY WAY TO BE “HAPPY” IS TO BE AWAY FROM LITERALLY EVERYTHING, HAVE EVERYTHING CONTROLLED AND PERFECT. AND HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO ISSUES. UNTIL YOU DIE. BECAUSE EVERYTHING ELSE, WALKING DOWN THE STREET, EATING, SLEEPING. EVERYTHING JUST REMINDS YOU THAT SOMEONE ELSE IS CONSTANTLY SUFFERING FOR NO FUCKING REASON AND THERES NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT BECAUSE YOURE A CHILD. AND SOMEHOW ADULTS DONT CARE. THEY DONT CARE ABOUT THE DEATHS. THEY DONT SEE THE BLOODSTAINS ON EVERYTHING AROUND THEM. THEY SOMEHOW AVOID IT ALL.

WHY ARE YOU HAPPY? BECAUSE BEING SAD. BEING ANYTHING ELSE. IS TOO DIFFICULT. WHAT ARE WE JUST SUPPOSED TO ROLL OVER WHEN SOMEONE ASKS IF YOURE OK? NO. BECAUSE THIS IS HOW EVERYTHING WOULD GO

“hey man, you ight?”

“NO I AM NOT ALRIGHT, EVERYTHING IS AWFUL EVERYTHING IS BAD. THE “GOOD” IS MOSTLY JUST GASLIGHTING, A SUNNY LITTLE PICTURE OF FALSE HOPES AND PROMISES TO CALM YOU DOWN AND KEEP SOCIETY FUNCTIONING BECAUSE IN REALITY EVERYTHING IS BAD, THE BAD COMES SO MUCH AND THE GOOD IS SO SPARSE YOU HAVE TO PHYSICALLY REMIND YOURSELF OF IT, AND IF EVERYTHINGS OK WOULDNT IT BE EASY TO FIND OUT GOOD NEWS INSTEAD OF DIGGING THROUGH THE INTERNET TO FIND ANYTHING? ISNT IT RIDICULOUS THAT WE ARE LABELLED AS “MENTALLY ILL” FOR HAVING FUCKING COMMON SENSE? WE ALL REALISED AS SOON AS WE GAINED SENTIENCE

“HEY WOW, ACTUALLY THE WORLD IS KINDA HORRIBLE!” AND INSTEAD OF FIXING IT EVERYONE ELSE WAS LIKE “YEAH BRO MAYBE YOU SHOULD TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT THAT, YOURE CRAZY. THE WORLD ISNT AWFUL! LOOK AT OUR LITTLE RICH WHITE NEIGHBOURHOOD, EVERYTHING IS PERFECT AND NOTHING IS WRONG! YOU ARE STUPID FOR THINKING THIS.”

LIKE BRO. NO??? ITS NOT OK? I DONT “GET SAD” I AM SAD. THIS ANXIETY DEPRESSION, COCKTAIL NEVER SUBSIDES. IT IS JUST IGNORED. REPEATEDLY. BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO FORGOT TO SURVIVE.

YOU HAVE TO GRIT YOUR TEETH, WIPE YOUR EYES AND DISSOCIATE. BECAUSE YOU KNOW DEEP DOWN IN YOUR HEART THAT NOTHING WILL EVER CHANGE FOR THE BETTER. YOU HAVE TO HAVE THE MINDSET OF:

“Well Im alive now, I might as well enjoy it” BECAUSE THAT IS LITERALLY ALL YOU CAN DO.

I WANT. TO BELIEVE. IN THE POSITIVES.

WE ALL DO.

BUT LOOK AROUND.

IT WOULD LITERALLY TAKE A MIRACLE, NOT A SMALL ONE. A NATIONAL. WORLD WIDE. MASSIVE MASSIVE MASSIVE MIRACLE. TO FIX THINGS.

BUT THATS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.

YOU CANT EVEN TAKE COMFORT IN RELIGION BECAUSE RELIGION IS LIKE “yeah no everythings gonna be like really bad and get worse and worse until everyone dies”

like. SERIOUSLY.

so NO. I am not “ok” and if you are. Congratulations. You’ve achieved a level of ignorance I TRULY wish I could obtain.

you wanna know why NO ONE TALKS LIKE THIS?

BECAUSE IF EVERYONE ON EARTH KNEW THIS. EVERYTHING WOULD COLLAPSE.

And I’m not saying you can’t be happy. YOU CAN! I am often happy! I have a lot of good moments. Life is worth living! Until a certain point you can always experience joy. There will always be SOMETHING. Good.

I’m sorry it sucks. I want it to change, I want to be happy. I want to go outside knowing that there’s a future, that there isn’t just misery ahead of me.

but I can’t do anything about it.

I can’t seek therapy. I can’t tell anyone.

because all they do is try and get me to be happy again, different strategies!! Different Methods! Different medication! So much medication :,D but I’m tired of people telling me not to be sad.

Stop trying to fix the individuals with drugs and cheesy advice.

FIX THE WORLD FOR US. THEN THE CHILDREN WONT NEED TO BE HIGH ON PAIN KILLERS TO BE HAPPY.

(I try to keep stuff like this to a minimum on my blog but at this point this is the only way I can safely put my opinion out into the world without being put into a mental hospital or yelled at.)

#tw vent #tw swearing #tw depressing thoughts #tw depressing stuff #tw drugs #tw death #cw vent #cw depressive thoughts #vent tag #vent post #vent

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hystixia · 10 months

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Sweetheart please don't think like that.

It's not gonna help if you keep denying your feelings. Thinking about suicide is DEFINITELY not the best thing.

I know the pain that your going through with your parents, and if you ever need a shoulder to cry on then you can talk to me (us, ur fans and mutuals).

It might be difficult, but you mustn't give up.

Keep applying for jobs and you will get one eventually. Maybe look for someone in need of a roommate? Or ask a friend to let you crash over for a few days to clear your head?

And maybe you should talk to a professional. Or create a burn book. Maybe go to a rage room and take out your anger? There are multiple possibilities doll, and suicide isn't one of them.

Stay strong!

I belive in you, you're doing great so far <3

All my love

- 🍯 Nonnie

this is what broke me like i just started crying and couldnt stop hhjskxkak okay okay im good im calm i promise

thank you for the kind words you’re the only one that said anything AKDKWOC and while i dont expect anyone (especially you guys) to react or check on me, it means a lot when someone goes out of their way to do it. so thank you for being so caring :,) unfortunately i dont know anyone (not anyone i could trust anyways) to crash with for a few days just to temporarily escape my problems and because of the tight leash my parents have on me BECAUSE im jobless and basically have to depend on them for everything, i’m unable to even find and keep a job because i dont have a car and they wouldn’t drive me (they literally told me “who’s going to drive you? we dont have time for it. stop being selfish.” LITERALLY said that to me and what did i do? i stayed quiet and took it and gave up.) i also couldnt just walk to work because every job thats hiring is roughly an hour drive away. which sucks. it’s just very inconvenient and i feel lost and helpless and it’s suffocating when i overthink like this because once i start it’s difficult to pull myself out of that hole. i literally have no one to turn to for help in any capacity, only myself and even i am getting tired of having to pick myself up and ignore things that no one else would put up with in my situation because its not okay to be treated like this but i know that if i defend myself and speak up for myself, i’ll also be fucking homeless because that’s the direction this is heading and im trying to stall and prevent it for as long as i can manage. basically im just stressed and i have nothing to do or turn to but suicidal thoughts unfortunately. it doesn’t help, it makes things worst and i gotta stop resorting to that mindset whenever things get to be too much for me. idk why i rambled/ranted sorry JDJFKSKLF

#! doll takes notes !#! patient 🍯 nonnie !#stay silly cadie stay silly #maybe if i drown myself with fics to write i’ll be too busy to be depressed methinks #idk im trying to make it lighthearted and a joke now that i’ve slowly recovered from crying over it all

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the-letter-horror-lover · 2 years

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Borutos past to Romance by Suzumakii

Anime » Naruto Rated: K, English, Romance & Humor, Naruto U., Hinata H., Boruto U., Words: 24k+, Favs: 64, Follows: 96, Published: Aug 22, 2016 Updated: Jul 3, 2018

32Chapter 1: Beginning

Boruto's Past To Romance..

Hello everyone! Im so sorry for the awfull chapters at the beginning. My grammar sucks and my sentences too. Just keep on reading and it will eventually get better at some point! I promise the story will get good later on. You just need to get past the crappy beginning.

Enjoy!

'Mom, tell me about you and daddy!' the little girl said, while she's trying to ignore her older brother.

He already told her to shut her mouth about that topic, but she wouldn't listen to him.

'Why do you want to know sweetheart?' the mother said. She folded the clothes she collected and put them away.

'Because you've never told me. I really want to know!' the little girl begged.

The older brother got annoyed by the way his little sister acted. Why does she want to know? He hates everything that has to do with 'romantic' stuff. He almost barfed in his mouth.

''Hima, don't be so annoying.'' he said with a hint of irritation in his voice. ''You are way to young to know about their past. Just wait until you get a little older, alright?'' he said while helping his mom pick up the clothes.

'Oh come on mommie! Just tell me. Im old enough to know!' she cried out.

''Boruto, don't be so mean towards your little sister. If you guys really want to know the story, i can tell you if you'd like'' his mother said and she smiled at Himawari. Hima stopped crying and smiled back at her.

Boruto looked at his mother. Is she serious? He doesn't want to know how the two met. His father, the great legendary Naruto Uzumaki.. He probably had alot of girls around him when he was younger. He wonders what his mom, Hinata Hyuuga, thought about it when she saw that. It must've been really sad for her. Seeing him being great and all. Well, he doesn't want to know anything about his dad. He has seen enough. He can't take it anymore. Hokage this, hokage that. When someone finally speaks to Boruto, it's only to give a message to his father. He hates being the son of the seventh Hokage. He doesn't want to talk about him. And he sure as hell doesn't want to hear his history with his mother.

''Boruto? Is everything okay? Come sit down with us. I am going to tell the story..''

''No thanks, im going out training. Have fun'' he said quickly, and left before she could say anything. Before he closed the door, he heard mom chuckle a bit. He knew mom loves dad very much. But he doesn't understand how she could still handle this situation. Dad is never home, and she has to raise them up on her own. It just isn't fair. He quickly closed and ran outside. He always had a special training ground where he practices everyday. He wants to become the strongest ninja out there, just like..

'Hey, did you hear? Sasuke Uchiha is back in the village!'

'Really? Ohgosh. I can't wait to see him! He's so handsome.'

'Yeah well, hands off. He's Sakura's husband, and you seriously don't want to mess with that woman'.

'Oh yeah, your right. I totally forgot! Lets not be too excited for Sasuke's return then..'

The two woman quickly disappeared. Boruto heard everything they had just said. His fathers rival is back in town.. The man he always admired. He needs to speak with him, and quick. Boruto ran towards the gate of Hidden Leaf Village. Maybe he was still on his way here and could see Sasuke on the way. But then he saw someone else..

Everyone! This is the first time i've ever published a story lol. So please.. Just chill in the comments. The rest is coming soon. I promise.

note: This gets good at chapter 3 so keep reading lol

2: Time Skip

''Where do you think your going?''

Boruto stopped running. In front of him stood a girl around his age, same height and with glasses. Ofcourse he knew who she was. Sarada Uchiha. Daugther of his hero Sasuke Uchiha. She still doesn't have her Sharingan, so she's a bit weaker then Boruto. But he's afraid that when she will awaken them, that she'll definitly be stronger then him.

''Hey goofball. I asked you something'' she said with her face close to his. He quickly bounced back.

''Damn Salad. Chill out. Im heading over to your dad'' he said, a bit annoyed by how close she got to him. He doesn't know why, but Sarada is the only one who can make him feel uncomfartable. It's weird. He doesn't have this feeling with his mom, dad or with his best friend Mitsuki.

''CHAAAAAAAAAAA!''

Sarada punched Boruto in the face. Really hard. He flew away and crashed on a big wall. The villagers all looked shocked at what just happened. Some even laughed. Thats because the villagers don't like Boruto too much. He's an annoyance towards the them. They think he doesn't deserve to be the son of the seventh Hokage. But Boruto doesn't care one bit. The only thing that was on his mind was the punch he just got.

''WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!'' he screamed and quickly got up on his feet.

''Don't call me Salad, baka!'' she said back.

''OH YEAH, WELL I CAN CALL YOU SALAD ALL I WANT!''

''Do you want another punch in your face while you're at it?''

''COME ON, BRING..''

''Sarada'' another voice said at the background.

Boruto and Sarada stopped their fight and looked at the direction that voice came from. There stood a tall man. He had black long hair. Half of his face was covered in bangs. He wore a long cape and kinda gave this weird vibe as if he didn't belong here at all.

This was him. This is DEFINITLY him.

'Hey dad, back again from your journey?' Sarada said, while taking all the attention off from Boruto.

''Yes. What is this all about?'' he said, looking at Boruto as if he had just hit a wall.

Oh.. He actually did hit a wall..

''Don't worry about him. Tell me, what did you…''

Boruto quickly ran towards Sasuke and stopped in front of Sarada, facing her father. ''YEAH, HOW WAS IT? WAS IT COOL? DID YOU FIGHT BAD GUYS AND STUFF?''

He felt a punch in his back and fell on the ground. Sarada stepped over him and pushed her dad away. ''Lets go dad. You need to rest. Tell me about all your stories later! I bet mom wants to see you too'' she said, and they went away. Before she was out of sight, she quickly turned around and stuck her tongue out at Boruto.

Damn Sarada. What is her issue? He was very polite too.. 'Well, i guess i should head home then.. Ill speak to him another time. Probably tomorrow.'

He wanted to head home, but he saw something that got his attention. A man, who obviously didn't belong in this village. He had a scroll in his hand and walked into a alley. Before he walked in, he quickly turned around to look if anyone was following him. He didn't see anyone, and kept on walking. Boruto couldn't ignore this and quickly ran after him.

'What the hell is in that scroll?' he wondered. It got really dark, and the more he walked into the alley, the darker it got. He still saw the man though. He's a weird looking guy, with pink hair and paint on his face. He kinda looked like Hisoka from Hunter x Hunter. Yeah okay, he watches that show. What about it? It comes on tv alot. But anyways, he needs to get that scroll from that dude. But as if he could read his thoughts, the man quickly turned around and threw a kunai. Boruto dodged it and hid behind a container.

'What the hell is up with this him?' he thought. 'I need to do something about him and report him to dad. He doesn't belong here. That's obvious. And if i could catch him, dad would be proud of me!'.

Boruto stood up and run towards the man. He wanted to throw a good punch at him, but missed. ''Shadow clone jutsu!'' Boruto said. He created 2 other clones and quickly attacked the man. He wanted to run away, but the scroll fell out of his pocket. One of the shadow clones grabbed it and threw it at the real Boruto while still fighting the man. Boruto got the scroll in his hands. What could be in here? A secret technique? A forbidden jutsu?

He wanted to open the scroll, but couldn't. Dad would freaking kill him if he opened it without knowing whats in it. But.. He really wants to do it..

Before realizing it, the man already knocked the shadow clones out. 'Shit! I need to get out of here!'

Boruto ran away with the scroll in his hands. Obviously the scroll was important to this man because he chased after him. No way he was getting this.

'I want to find out what the heck is in this thing. Or should i first go to dad? But, maybe then he won't show it to me.. I can open it now, right? I mean, what could be the worst case here?'

'No, i need to bring this to...'

Boruto tripped and fell onto the ground. He was too busy thinking about what would happen, that he didn't look where he was going and tripped over a rock. Boruto fell down on the ground and wanted to get back up. And then he saw it.. The scroll.. It opened in his hands while falling..

A big flash of light appeared..

''Kiba Inuzuka and Naruto Uzumaki, you two will fight eatchother. The winner will go to the next round. You may begin.''

What the..

Boruto looked around him. He found himself somewhere else. It didn't look like the dark alley where he was followed by the pink haired guy.. He saw people standing next to each other, watching something going on downstairs.

Then he thought about what he just heared. Did he just hear his dads name?

''GO ON NARUTO, YOU CAN'T LOSE TO THIS JERK!'' a girl screamed.

He looks at the direction that voice is coming from. A pink kunoichi. Her fist was up in the air and it looks like she was anxious about something. Boruto thought she looked familiar. But from where..

He stands up and quickly looks at what is going on down there. He sees two boys, probably the same age as his, facing each other, ready to fight. The guy in the orange jumpsuit looked familiar too.. And then it hit him.

Boruto wanted to jump off and run towards the boy in the jumpsuit, but somebody stopped him.. ''Hey you.''

3: Chunin Exams

Authors Note: I do not own Naruto, again.

Boruto turned around. What the..

''Don't go out there. Trust me. If you do something, it might change the future'' the man said. Its the guy from before with the pink hair. The guy that looked like Hisoka. He breathed heavily like he just ran for hours. Boruto quickly slammed his hand away that was on his shoulder. This guy was the enemy!

''YOU! WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON? HOW DID I GET HERE? WHY DOES MY DAD LOOK LIKE A FREAKING 13 YEAR OLD!? EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW'' Boruto screamed and slammed the man down. He wanted to force it out of him. It wasn't necassary though. He would've told him without Boruto pushing him on the ground.

''Stop it right there'' someone said behind them and they both looked up.

A woman walked straight towards them. She pulled Boruto off of the man and pushed him away.

''What do you think you're doing kid? Your fight is later on. Don't be troublesome and watch the fight'' she said annoyed.

''Oh come on Kurunai, he's just to excited to kick his butt. Don't worry about it.'' a man with a cigarette in his mouth said. He winked at Boruto. ''You can fight later on, so don't worry. You'll get your chance.''

Kurunai stepped back. ''Fine Asuma. You handle these kids'' and she walked away. Boruto was confused. What did he mean with fighting later on? He didn't belong here.

''I'll go watch the fight. You guys can stay here if you want to, but don't bite eatch others head off, allright?'' the man with the cigarette said laughing, and walked back to return to the match. Everyone was looking at them, including the two boys who were fighting.

''HEY, DON'T WORRY. THIS MATCH WILL BE OVER IN NO TIME!'' the boy in the orange jumpsuit screamed with a grin on his face. Kiba looked at Naruto, mad. ''Don't get too cocky'' and he attacked. The others didn't focus on Boruto anymore and continued to watch the fight that has just begun.

Boruto looked at his now 13 year old dad. He couldn't move anymore. Was this a prank or something? No.. His dad was way too busy with hokage stuff to do this kind of things. But that definitely is his dad fighting downstairs.

''Listen kid, don't draw too much attention to us or they will notice somethings up. Im going to explain it to you. And you are going to listen or not, i don't really care. Im just explaining this once'' the pink haired man said, still laying on the ground. He stood up and pulled Boruto out of sight of the others.

''My name is Hatori. I'm not from the hidden Leaf, but from the hidden Sound village. I was… Hey, are you listening? Im only telling you this once'' he said, annoyed by the way Boruto wasn't paying attention. He still was in shock.

*SLAP*

Boruto just got slapped in the face.

''Im sorry, i thought you needed that''

''…Go on with your explanation'' he said, while rubbing his red cheek.

''As i was saying, i am from the hidden Sound village. I don't live there anymore though. I became a Rogue Ninja. When i lived in the village, i was working on a forbidden jutsu. A jutsu that could go back in time. You don't need to know my reasons, but I have had many regrets in my life and i've wanted to go back and change history. The villagers didn't trust me anymore because i was working on some dangerous stuff, so some people tried to kill me. I quickly left the village and took the jutsu with me in a scroll. I've always kept it safe with me. I wanted to use it but i still needed one more thing before the jutsu could work. And that is one drop of a kyuubis blood'' Hatori said.

''One drop of a kyuubis blood? Do you mean..''

''Yeah, i mean your dad obviously. I went to the hidden Leaf village and i performed a jutsu that made me look like your sensai, Konohamaru. I sparred with him a little and got some blood from him that i could use for the scroll. I wanted to get out of the village as fast as possible, until you came along..''

He gave Boruto an annoyed look. ''Okay, so how do we get back then?'' Boruto simply asked.

''Well, i have to perform that jutsu again. It takes some time..''

''How long does it take?''

''..About 4 to 5 months if we're lucky''

''ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I CANT STAY HERE TOO LONG, I NEED TO GET BACK. MY MOM WILL GET..''

''Don't worry, everything in the future has stopped. Because we're in the past, the future can't move on until we're back again. There is only one problem..''

Hatori looked at him with a serious look.

''You can't interact with the people here, or else it could change the future.'' he said.

'Change the future?' Boruto thought in his mind.

''Yes, change the future'' Hatori said, as if he was reading his mind. ''If you do something here, it could have a huge impact later on. So you need to watch out. Oh, and one more thing..''

''What?''

''It can happen, that when you sleep, you awake to another day in the past. So, you wont be in this time forever.''

Boruto was confused. What the hell did he mean by that?

Hatori saw Borutos face so explained a bit more.

''Okay, listen up kid. Right now, you are in a Chunin Exam. You'll probably be here for a few days, or months. I don't know how long it will take. But one day, when you wake up, you'll probably wake up in another time. 1 year from now, maybe a few months. Who knows? And then you'll stay there for a few months or weeks again, and then when you wake up one day, you'll be in another time AGAIN. Maybe months, years. Get it?''

Boruto just stood there with a puzzled look on his face. He was going way to fast with his explanation.

''Okay, i can worry about that later. But what do i have to do now?'' he asked quickly.

Hatori looked around. Boruto saw he thought of a plan. But they couldn't just leave here could they?

''Lets go''

He pulled Boruto with him towards the door that leads to the exit.

''ARE YOU CRAZY? Let go! They'll notice us leaving. They want us to fight, didn't you just hear that man say that to us you BAAKAA!'' Boruto quickly said. He didn't let go of Boruto's arm and still pulled him towards the door. Boruto noticed that the fight had ended. He heared a couple of people clapping for someone. He wondered if it was for his dad. Did he win?..

He wants to find out more for some reason, but couldnt because Hatori was still pulling him towards the exit. He needs him to let go for a few seconds.. And he just had the best idea ever.

Boruto tickled him.

Hatori let go of his arm and wanted to punch him in the face for doing that but Boruto quickly ran towards the other people. He's too curious to know whats going on. He heard Hatori saying something behind him, but he didn't care. He quickly looked around to find his dad but didn't see him. Darn, where could he be?

''N-Naruto-kun…''

Boruto stopped running. Right in front of him was a beautiful girl his age. She had dark, kind off purple hair. It was really short. Her hair had a duckbutt hairdo. She was holding something in her hands while the blonde guy stopped and looked at her. ''Huh, did you say something? Hinata?''

Boruto's eyes got bigger. Hinata.. Naruto.. His parents.. Why was his mom so shy in front of him?

''I-I thought m-maybe..'' she stopped her sentence. She got red and was looking at the ground. Boruto was waiting. What was she going to do?

She then looked at Naruto and walked towards him. They stood in front of eatchother and she raised her hands up. She wanted to give him something. But what?

''Huh? Uh, whats this?'' Naruto said while taking a look at the thing in her hand. The woman who seperated Boruto from Hatori, Kurunai, was standing behind them, wondering what will happen. 'So im not the only one who's paying attention huh' Boruto thought.

''Its a healing ointment'' Kurunai said with a smile on her face.

''For me? What for?''

Boruto's head almost exploded. Was his dad serious? Why is he acting so dense all of a sudden. He couldn't believe his dad was such a idiot back in the past.

Hinata got redder and redder. She didn't say anything.

''Take it Naruto, go ahead'' Kurunai said.

Naruto turned around and looked at Kurunai. He didn't know why Hinata was giving it to him, and just accepted it.

''Uh, thanks Hinata. Thats uh, really nice of you'' Naruto said with a smile on his face.

Boruto just stood there, watching the scenario. So this is how they met? No, they have met earlier. This is probably just a moment between those two. But they don't seem like lovers yet.. 'I guess dad really was an idiot back in the days.' Boruto thought. 'But.. I thought he would be more popular. It sure as hell doesn't look like it.'

Naruto turned around and he looked at him.

Shit!

Boruto quickly turned around and wanted to walk away. He saw Hatori, standing a few meters away, looking pissed for what happend earlier. He's so screwed when he sees this..

''Hey, you kinda look like me, huh?''

Could this be any worse?

Hii guys. It may be so that i make a few mistakes with my grammar or sentences lol. Im from Holland so i pretty suck in English. But still, thankyou for reading my story! I love it so far haha, there is going to be alot of drama lol! Im really excited. Keep in mind im still only 15, so it may seem a bit childish idk. I just hope you guys keep reading it because it WILL get better. This is my first time EVER to wright a story and publish it so its kinda scary lol. Enjoy the rest of it! Ill update soon xo

4: Ready to fight?

Authors Note: I do not own anything. Credits to Kishimoto!

Okay, so after this chapter, i will speed up the pace a little. So keep on reading guys :) Much love

Could this be any worse?

Boruto slowly turned around. Naruto looked at him with a big smile on his face. He looks so different in this time period.. Is this really his dad? Naturo didn't notice him looking very uncomfortable. Sometimes his dads stupidity comes in very handy.

''So, whats your name?''

Shit. I need to think of a name. And fast. What should i say? I can't just say 'Boruto'. First of all, it sounds like 'Naruto', and second of all; He'll name his future son Boruto.' Naruto kept his eyes on him and waited for an answer. 'Darn it.'

''Uh, my name is uh..''

Then somebody yelled from downstairs into a mic. ''Misoka and Ichiyu, you guys will be next. Please come downstairs to prepare for your fight.''

Boruto wondered who Misoka and Ichiyu are. He quickly looked around and saw nobody going downstairs. Actually, some people even looked at him.

Wait, what?.. Oh.

He quickly looked at Hatori, who's still waiting for me at the door. I think he noticed the same thing that i did.. Because he got a very, very annoyed look on his face.

''Uh, yeah.. Im sorry. I should head downstairs!'' he said quickly and ran away from his dad. 'Few, i was just in time. I still don't know if im Misoka or Ichiyu, but i guess i'll just find out then.' He walked down the stairs and waited for Hatori to come too.

Boruto saw him slowly going downstairs, not sure if he was meant to go. Boruto nodded with his head and Hatori gave him an annoyed look. ''Such a pain'' Hatori thought.

He finally got down and walked towards Boruto.

''Are you ready, Ichiyu?'' the proctor said and looked at Boruto. He waited for an answer.

''O-oh.. Y-yes. I am ready!''

Boruto quickly looked at Hatori. This means his name in this time period must be..

The proctor proceeded. ''Are you ready, Misoka?''

Hatori looked very annoyed. He just nodded his head and kept silent. He gave Boruto a deadly stare.

Yikes.

Boruto laughed it off. His laugh slowly turned into a grin. Well.. If im in this situation, i may as well win this fight!

Borutos gaze went to the people upstairs. He saw Saradas mom, a guy that looked like Metal Lee, a boy with purple eyes that looked alot like a Hyuga clan member, and then..

His eyes went to his mother. She looked so small and her hair looks really different from the future. He can't believe this. Why is his mother so shy? She is so embarrassed in front of his dad.. Its weird to see this kind of stuff, ya know? He knows she loves him. He can see that in the way she's acting towards him. He wanted to puke because of all this romantic stuff.. He will never get used to it..

He then notices her looking this way. Oh, not good.

He quickly looked away. Sweat was breaking out. What if she will figure it out? I mean, i am her son after all.. She is a very smart woman in the future. She always figured out everything Boruto had planned or already had done. What if..

No, she can't be that smart. He doesn't have to worry. This is the past after all. If he just keeps his mouth shut and pretends he is just this innocent Ichiyu, everything would be oke..

''Well then, the fight can begin!''

Boruto awakened from his thoughts and looked at Hatori. Hatori's annoyed look went away all of a sudden.

He attacked.

Hinata's perspective

Naruto-kun... Fighting against Kiba..

Hinata quickly looked at the ground so nobody could see her red face. She didn't feel good about this.

I know i should be rooting for Kiba-kun, but.. She looked at Naruto again. She couldn't help it. She would always root for Naruto-kun.

''YOU! WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON? HOW DID I GET HERE? WHY DOES MY DAD LOOK LIKE A FREAKING 13 YEAR OLD LIKE ME?! EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW''

She heard some noise coming from behind her and looked at the direction it came from. A blonde boy jumped on a pink haired man and almost wanted to punch him. Oh no! This isn't going good!

Then she saw Kurunai sensai walking towards them to pull the blonde guy off of him. Thank goodness..

Although Hinata is from the Hyuga household, one of the strongest clans of the Hidden Leaf she didn't feel strong at all.. She felt weak. Very weak. Her father is doing his best to train her, but it just isn't working. Hinata is too kind and could never change, not even in a fight. Hanabi could even surpass her. She didn't feel there at home at all. She wanted to be stronger for her clan, but she just doesn't know how..

Hinata's attention got back to the fight. She saw how hard Naruto was fighting to win against Kiba. How is he so determined? She didn't understand at all. No one ever believed in him, just like her own family doesn't believe in her. But he still gets stronger everyday. For Hinata, he was someone she admired for a long time now. She admired him for years. Because she watched his training everyday, she always wanted to catch up to him. She didn't want to be left behind. And thats why Hinata trains everyday. It's not only for the Hyuga clan and her father, but also for one special boy..

The fight had already ended. Everyone was suprised that Naruto has won. But Hinata already knew he was going to win. She knew how hard he trained for this. And she's glad he won.

Naruto came upstairs. Hinata stood there with her ointment in her hands. Ready to give it to her crush.

C-calm down Hinata. You can do this. Just give it to him and please, don't pass out!

Naruto walked behind her, ready to go to Sakura-chan and ask her how good he was. Hinata struggled. Should i do this? Or not.. N-NO, JUST.. DO IT! NOW!

''N-Naruto-kun..'' Hinata whispered, to afraid to speak his name out loud. Did he even hear me? She saw in the corner of her eyes that he stopped moving.

''I-i thought m-maybe..'' she said, but couldn't finish her sentence. Why is this so hard for me? Im just giving him some healing ointment.. It's nothing special..''

She still was to afraid to even look at him. She closed her eyes shut, walked towards him and put the healing ointment in front of her. She then waited for a miracle. She heard Kurunai say something, but she was to deep in her thoughts. She just wanted him to accept it and then run away as fast as possible. What if he won't accept it? What if..

''Uh thanks Hinata. Thats uh, really nice of you!'' she heard him say.

What? She felt him taking the healing ointment from her and quickly opened her eyes in shock. He really accepted it! She felt a big weight of her shoulders falling off. Naruto already had turned around and was busy with something else.

''Hey, you kinda look like me, huh?'' she heard him say. Who was he talking to?

Hinata looked over Naruto's shoulder and saw the same blonde guy from before. She looked at his face. Hinata's eyes got bigger. 'W-why does h-he look like N-Naruto-kun?!' She screamed in her head. Hinata kept staring at him. How can this be? He looks the same as Naruto-kun..

She saw him looking uncomfartable when Naruto asked for his name. Why is he acting so strange? Hinata didn't remember the boy at all. His headband tells her that he is from the Leaf Village. But she has never seen him before.

''Uh.. My name is uh..'' she heard him say and waited for his answer. Even his voice sounds a little like Naruto-kun.. she thought. Then he suddenly just vanished just before she knew it. He went downstairs and waited for his opponent to come.

She listened to the proctors voice. So his name is Ichiyu..

Then she saw something. The blonde boy was staring at her. When he noticed that she was looking at him too, he quickly looked away. It looks like he's nervous..

Hinata kept looking and noticed her heart skip a beat. Wait, why was she so red all of a sudden? No, this doesn't mean anything at all. It's just.. He looks so much like Naruto-kun.. She wants to find out more about Ichiyu..

The fight was beginning. She sees Misoka ready to attack. And she already felt nervous..

5: Feeling confident

Authors Note; I do not own Naruto

Hatori stepped forward and gave Boruto a hard punch in the stomach. Boruto shrinked and quickly bounced back to dodge another attack of Hisoka.

But Hatori didn't let him rest. He reached for his pocket and grabbed a kunai. He threw it towards Boruto and it flew right past him.

He felt the kunai leaving a cut on his arm. This old man could be some trouble..

Boruto wanted to make a sign but Hatori didn't let him. Right when he wanted to make the handsigns, Hatori grabbed his hands and stood close to Boruto. Right before Hatori wanted to punch Boruto away, he quickly whispered in his ear.

''Oke, i'll let you win this fight. We don't want this to take forever. Finish it'' he said and punched Boruto away with his fist. Boruto stepped back and thought about how he will finish this match. He still hasn't layed one single punch on Hatori. How can this old geezer be so good?

And then he knew what to do. Boruto had the perfect finishing blow. His father learned him this jutsu when he was younger. It was just perfect for this moment.

Before actually doing it, he quickly looked up at the people watching the match. He saw his dad, nervous of what was going to happen and kept watching closely.

Finally.. He's actually watching me…

FLASHBACK

''Dad, can you please train me? Show me a awesome jutsu!'' Boruto cried out.

His father looked down at his son. They were sitting on the coach in their living room. Naruto just got back home from work. He was exhausted and just wanted to rest. He came home from alot of paperwork and finally got the time to get home and spend a little time with his family. The only problem is that when he finally DOES get the time off, he only wants to sleep. He almost fell asleep on the coach, untill Boruto woke him up again.

''Oh come on dad! You're finally home. Please teach me something'' he said with the most adorable puppy eyes.

He felt sad for his son. He knows how hard it is for his family to be alone all the time, but he can't just quit his job. He loves his family very much, but he needs to be there for the village. He is the Hokage after all.

He saw Boruto looking excited, so he decided to teach him a very special jutsu that is his personal favorite.

Naruto finally reacted. He stood up from the coach.

''Fine, lets go to the backyard. I will show you something very cool'' he said with a grin on his face and walked towards the door.

Boruto was suprised. He never expected his father to actually even train him. It was a huge suprise for him.

He quickly ran after his father and got in the backyard. His father looked at him with a very serious look.

''Oke Boruto, im going to teach you one of my favorite jutsu's of all time'' he said.

Boruto was too excited. ''Are you going to teach me the Rasengan? Or maybe the Rasen Shuriken? Come on dad tell me!''

Naruto shook his head. ''No son. This is a different jutsu. It comes in very handy with a battle. It can distract your opponent for a little time. Then you can give him a good punch that will knock him out for good.''

Boruto couldn't wait. He was probably going to show him the Shadow Clone Jutsu. It was one of his favorites too. He saw his father using it for other things though, like working on different tasks for his job. But Boruto could definitly see him doing it in a real battle. He couldn't wait to try it out himself.

''So, what is the name of this jutsu?'' he still asked even though he already knew what he was going to show him.

''Well, the name of this jutsu is..''

FLASHBACK ENDS

''SEXY JUTSU'' Boruto screamed. There was a POOF.

Everyone waited till the smoke cleared out. Hatori stood still in front of Boruto. What was he doing?..

He then saw a bunch of naked girls standing in front of him. They all smiled at him and gave him a wink while posing.

Hatori felt blood coming out of his nose.

And then, the clones and girls dissapeared and the real Boruto stood in front of him.

''THIS IS FOR ALL THE PUNCHES I JUST GOT FROM YOU, BAKA!''

One punch was enough for Hatori to fly across the room. The wall broke behind him and he got stuck. He tried to get out but couldn't.

''And the winner is.. Ichiyu. Congratulations, you are going to the next round'' the proctor said without any emotion showing in his voice.

Borutos gaze went up to his father. He wanted him to be proud. To be proud of how hard he trained to get that single technique perfect. He never used it in a real battle, so this was the perfect oppurtunity to use it. He wanted to show his father how good he was, because he never got the chance to even see Boruto fight. He wondered what he just thought of his final blow..

He then saw the blonde staring with wide eyes. He was speechless for a moment. Everyone was.

And then Boruto saw him opening his mouths. What is he going to say..

''THAT WAS TOTALLY AWESOME! WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT SEXY JUTSU? YOURS IS WAY COOLER THAN MINE! YOU HAVE TO TEACH ME HOW TO GET IT AS SEXY LIKE THAT!'' he screamed at him really excited.

The pink kunoichi who was standing beside him punched him on his head. ''DON'T BE SUCH A PERVERT NARUTO!'' she said annoyed. She then looked down at Boruto. She had a weird feeling about him. Why does his pervy jutsu look the same as Naruto?..

Boruto tried not to laugh. He could see Sarada in that woman.. Damn, they look much alike.

Hinata's eyes just went bigger every second. The way he performed that jutsu.. It was just like Naruto's.. It was even better. How could this be?

Boruto looked at the people staring down at him. He realized he did something very stupid. He quickly turned his head to the side and looked at Hatori who was still healing from the nosebleed. I guess i overdid it a little.. I hope he won't be too mad.

Boruto ran towards Hatori and pulled him out of the hole.

''You brat. I didn't say you could pull that kind off stunt on me. What the hell was that?'' he whispered quickly, thinking about how he wanted to kill Boruto in the best way possible.

Boruto couldn't help but grin. ''I guess i overdid it a little. I'm sorry Hatori'' he quickly said and walked back upstairs with him. The next fight was beginning soon. He wondered who was up right now.

''Well, that was quite the suprise you did there.''

Boruto got upstairs and looked up at the person who was waiting for him to come over.

He looked like a Hyuga clan member. He had purple eyes and brown hair. Boruto knew every clan member of the Hyuga household, but he didn't know this one. Boruto's mother teached him the names of every member and he even memorized their faces, just in case something ever happened. You never know right?

But this guy.. He doesn't recognize him at all. He had a very stern look on his face. Does this dude always look this serious?

''Well, i couldn't think of anything else so i decided to use one of my favorite techniques, pretty cool huh'' Boruto said with a grin on his face. He was proud of himself that he knocked Hatori out, even though he faked it. People still saw how Boruto had won the match, so it didn't really matter to him.

''Sure. Next time, use a jutsu that isn't as worthless as this one.'' the boy said, and turned around to walk away.

What the hell.. Boruto watched as he walked away. The guy walked over to his own group of people and sat down, waiting for the next match to begin.

''P-please.. Don't listen to him.. He is just very strict and doesn't like t-these kind of p-performances..'' he heard someone say behind him. He recognizes the voice and slowly turned around.

He saw her red face looking at the ground while talking to him. ''Y-you did very good out there.. Ichiyu-kun..'' she said while fidgeting with her index fingers.

''YEAH, YOU WERE REALLY GREAT OUT THERE ICHIYU'' the blonde screamed while running towards Boruto. He stood still next to Hinata and looked over at her. ''Right Hinata?''

Hinata suddenly began to fidget even faster with her fingers and got redder every second. ''Y-y-yes N-Naruto-kun'' she quickly said. Boruto looked at Naruto. Can't he see Hinata stressing next to him at all?

Naruto's smile got bigger and bigger. ''You have to show me how you did that! I know we should be rivals and all, but i think we could be great friends!'' he said while laughing and he then looked at the ground. ''W-well.. if you want to be friends ofcourse'' he said nervously.

Why is he asking me to be friends? Why is he so nervous all of a sudden? Is it such a big deal to him?

Boruto thought it was weird but he still gave his answer. ''Sure, why not?'' he said and felt awkward afterwards. Friends with his own father.. This just feels weird..

''Next up are Hinata Hyuga and Neji Hyuga, please come downstairs and prepare for your fight.''

All three of them quickly looked up. Boruto and Naruto looked at Hinata, who looked really scared.

''Whats wrong Hinata? Is everything oke?'' Boruto quickly asked.

But then it got through him.. Neji Hyuga..

Boruto turned around and saw the brown haired guy looking back at him. He stood up and walked past them down the stairs. Boruto kept staring at his back..

Neji Hyuga..

Neji Hyuga…

Neji…

Boruto's head shot up.

Neji Hyuga.. The uncle who died in the war while protecting his parents..

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6: The Hyuga Clan

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Hinata walked down the stairs while feeling really anxious. She didn't want to fight her cousin at all. She didn't expect for this day to come so fast. She wasn't ready and she knew she was going to lose.

When she got downstairs and stood before Neji, she quickly glanced upstairs. She saw Naruto and Ichiyu looking at her with concern. She didn't want to lose. Not while Naruto was watching her. This was her moment.. To show him how hard she has worked all these years because of him..

''Give up Hinata''

Hinata quickly looked at the boy standing before her. She wasn't sure but she thought she saw a concerned look on his face.

''B-but i..''

''You won't win and you know that. We both know that i am the stronger one, so it is best for you to just give up while you still got the chance'' he said with a stern voice. Hinata was to afraid to look at his face and kept looking at the ground while he was talking. ''I don't want to hurt you. I was made to protect the main branch. But if you insist to fight, i will not go easy on you.''

His words caused Hinata pain. The way he said that he was made to protect the main branch.. A flashback returned in her head. How she always saw Neji looking at her with a terrible look on his face. A face full of hate towards the main branch. For what we had done to his father..

Neji's father died for the main branch. He offered himself for his own brother, father of Hinata. Neji never understood why and he didn't want to understand. The only thing that was going through his mind is how much he hated the main branch. He, from the side branch, couldn't do anything towards them. Even after his fathers death. He had to protect the main branch, even if it costs him his life. Those were the rules in the Hyuga Clan. He had to obey them. And so he did.

Hinata still looked at the ground and was to afraid to look at him. She didn't want to give up. She thought of how Naruto would look at her if she did. He would be dissapointed in her..

Neji stared at her while things were going through his mind. Why won't she give up?

He saw her glancing upstairs and he followed her gaze. There were two blonde guys watching her. Ofcourse he knew why she didn't want to give up. It was for that brat Uzumaki.

Back in the days, Neji always played with his little cousin. Before his hate towards the main branch, he actually loved his little cousin. He always protected her and trained with her to become stronger together. One day, she went out to the city and he followed her to see where she was going to. He saw her staring at the blonde little brat who caused trouble to the village everyday. He didn't see any hate in her eyes towards him like all the other villagers did. Neji only saw love in her eyes and he instantly knew her feelings towards this boy.

''Hinata-sama, you will get hurt. Your father wouldn't like that. He will be dissapointed if he heard that you had lost to the side branch'' Neji continued. He knew how strict her father was. He was the leader of the main branch and he wanted Hinata to be the next leader. Her losing from Neji would mean she still is weak as always.

There was a silence. Nobody said a word. Hinata didn't feel strong at all. She wanted to step back, go home and lay down in her bed crying. She was scared.

Hinata wanted to give up, but then..

''WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?'' she heard someone scream.

Neji and Hinata quickly looked at the direction the voice was coming from.

''DON'T YOU TELL HER WHAT SHE CAN OR CAN'T DO. GO ON HINATA, SHOW THIS JERK WHAT YOU'VE GOT!''

Boruto looked in shock towards his father. Wow, he didn't expect him to be this upset. He could see how Naruto was squeezing the ointment Hinata gave to him. It almost broke to pieces. He was really mad about the way Neji talked to her.

Boruto was mad too. Who the hell does this guy think he is? Talking towards his mother like that. He wanted to say something himself and jump over there to give that guy a really good punch in the face, but got interrupted by Naruto's own words.

Hinata's heart skipped a beat. Naruto.. He actually stood up for her..

''I-i w-wont give up, brother'' she said to Neji. Neji took a step back. All of a sudden, Hinata looked very fierce. There was something about her that changed. She took her position and Neji quickly recovered himself from the shock. He shrugged his shoulders and took his position too.

''Fine by me''

The fight started. Boruto and Naruto looked over at what was happening. They exchanged alot of air palms but nobody got a direct hit.

Boruto had never seen his mom fight like this. He actually never saw her fight in his life. His eyes grew bigger every second she took a new position.

And then it hit her. She got struck by Neji's palm and layed helpless on the ground.

Boruto couldn't take it. His mind was going crazy. He took a step forward and wanted to help her, but a hand pulled him back.

''Don't you dare go out here'' Hatori whispered to him. Boruto pushed his hand off his shoulder and turned around. ''Why not? That's my mother fighting over there. She is hurt!''

Hatori continued. ''Are you stupid or something kid? This is what happened in the past. If you change this, it might have a huge impact on the future. Don't do anything you will regret later'' he said with a serious look.

Boruto knew he was right. He knew that he shouldn't do anything to help her out. But..

Eventually the fight was over. Neji had won and Hinata was in pain by all the hits she got. She layed there on the ground and couldn't move at all. Neji wanted to give her another punch, until a older men with thick eyebrows and green clothes stopped him quickly. Boruto and Naruto already had jumped off and stood protective in front of Hinata.

Naruto was mad. Boruto could see this. He never saw his father looking like this before. He saw Naruto looking over at Hinata with concern. ''Are you oke Hinata?''

''Y-yes, i-im fine..'' Hinata coughed up some blood. Naruto turned around to look at Neji.

''You and me pal. We are going to fight RIGHT NOW!'' he screamed and wanted to walk over Neji to throw a good punch at him. Boruto stepped in and pulled him back quickly.

''No da.. Naruto. Let his sensei handle this for now. You'll get in trouble if you start a fight here'' he said and rests a hand on his shoulder. It is so weird to be the smarter one..

Neji walked away and didn't even say sorry. Boruto's blood boiled but he knew he couldn't do anything. It would be better if he just left it alone for now.

The medics came in and quickly took Hinata away to take care of her injurys. They said she would be fine, so the fights continued.

Naruto and Boruto walked upstairs again. Naruto hasn't said a word. He kept quiet the entire time till the matches were over.

''Are you oke?'' Boruto said to Naruto with concern. His father looks terrible.

Naruto's mind was elsewhere. He couldn't believe that Hinata got beaten. She was so strong, but Neji..

The ointment broke in Naruto's hand.

''Yeah, im fine now.''

Naruto looked up and returned to his normal self. He looked at Boruto and put a smile on his face.

''So, you wanna train outside after this?'' he said grinning.

Boruto wanted to say yes. He wanted to spend time with his father. This is his only chance he would ever get to actually have a good time with him.

Hatori pulled Boruto back and walked towards the door. ''Sorry Naruto, but i have something important to discuss with this one. It was nice to meet you, goodbye now.''

Boruto struggled but couldn't escape. Naruto watched as they both dissapeared. He was sad. He really wanted to train that sexy jutsu with him.. Oh well. He walked over to Sakura to see what she was up to. ''Hey Sakura-chan, did you just see that fight with Hinata? She was so cool!''

Boruto and Hatori walked out of the buidling and finally got outside. The fresh air felt really good. It felt like forever in there!

''Oke, we need to go and prepare for the jutsu'' Hatori said while still pulling Boruto.

''Yeah oke, just let go of me. I can walk ya know!'' he said annoyed and Hatori let go of him.

''First, we need to find a place to live in for the time being. But where.. This could be a big problem.'' Hatori murmured to himself.

''Well, lets go to my place then! I bet my mom wouldn't mind..'' but then he knew this was going to be a problem. He doesn't have a house in the past. Ofcourse..

''Oke, we need to rent a place for now. I have a bit of money with me so i can afford it. But it's not enough. We need to go on missions to earn more.'' Hatori said. ''I don't expect you to have any money, right?'' he gave me an annoyed look.

''Nope, i spend my money on this new outfit, cool huh!'' he said while spinning around. He loved his new outfit. It was black with a bit of pink in it. It looked amazing in the store so he spend all of his money from his missions on this outfit.

''Yeah well, you look like a girl in that outfit. Who the hell wears pink clothes?'' Hatori said.

''Says the one with the pink hair.''

Hatori punched Boruto in the gut and kept on walking.

''HEY, WHAT WAS THAT FOR OLD MAN'' he screamed while quickly catching up to him again.

''Shut up, lets rent a place and quickly figure out what to do next.''

Ohmygosh you guys, i actually need to study but i can't concentrate at all! Lol. Im doing really bad right now xD

Hope you liked this chapter.

Note: Do you guys have any idea for the next chapter?

7: Trust

Authors Note; I DO NOT OWN NARUTO :(

Boruto and Hatori finally managed to rent a small place in the village with the money Hatori had with him. It was the ugliest building Boruto had ever seen. He knew that only the poorest people of the village lived here.

Boruto and Hatori went upstairs and finally got at the door. ''Room 102'' Hatori said and put the key in the lock. He opened the door and they both went inside. There was one living room, one bedroom and ofcourse one bathroom. The biggest problem was; there was only one bed.

''I'll take the bed'' Boruto said quickly and wanted to jump on it, when he felt Hatori pulling him back. ''No way kid. I need alot of good rest if i want to get that jutsu done quick'' he said. ''You want to leave here, don't you? So i'll take the bed.''

Boruto frowned but left the bed to him. Instead he took the couch. ''Hey, this appartement looks like shit. What if i go on missions with my dad and you go work on that jutsu? I can earn the money and you can do your job'' he said and couldn't help but smile a little.

Hatori saw this and was curious. Why is he smiling? He thought this kid didn't like it here. Or does he..

''Hey, how is your relationship with your dad in the future?'' he asked.

Boruto looked behind him to meet his face. ''Why do you ask?

''Just curious, thats all''

Boruto looked at the ground and thought about it. What kind of relationship did he actually have with his dad? He didn't know the anwser. His dad wasn't around that much. They never did something and Boruto felt alone. He knew he had his mother and little sister by his side, but he still wanted his father to be with him all the time. He wanted his father to see how he trained, how he had improved in alot of things.

Boruto didn't know what to tell Hatori. It's embarrassing to tell him that he didn't know what kind of relationship he had with his dad. He decided to keep it for himself.

''We had a good relationship. We always trained together and fought each other. I always won'' he grinned and looked back up again.

Hatori knew he was lying. He saw it. The way Boruto looked at the ground. How he was thinking of an answer. It shouldn't be that hard to come up with one. Well, he didn't expect a good relationship between those two. His father is the hokage after all. But he left the subject for now and moved on with the main problem.

''Oke, we need to figure out what our next step is. Missions would be good for now, but you need to see the hokage for that and he doesn't know you at all.'' Hatori thought.

''Well, we can figure something out right? Lets say we came from the Sound Village and we want to live here'' Boruto happily said, as if he just invented something really cool.

''It isn't that easy though. We need a good reason to stay here'' he said and walked over to the window. ''But what..''

Suddenly, someone knocked at the door. Boruto and Hatori quickly turned around and looked at each other for a moment.

''What do we do?'' Boruto whispered scared.

Hatori looked away from Boruto and decided to open it. He walked to the door and slowly undid the lock. The door opened.

''Hello there. I think this is the first time ive ever seen the two of you in the village. Can i come in?''

Boruto wondered who this guy was. He couldn't see his face because he was standing outside the door. But he knew that voice from somewhere..

''Yes, come in.'' Boruto heard Hatori talk nervously and the footsteps came closer to the living room.

He then saw him. Boruto's mouth went open. It was the guy with the cigarette in his mouth who pulled him off Hatori.

''My name is Asuma Sarutobi, you can just call me Asuma.'' he said and looked over at Boruto.

Somehow, Boruto felt uncomfartable. Asuma kept staring at him as if he knew him. But Boruto knew he hadn't seen this guy before. He didn't know his name either. So why did he look at him that way?

Hatori saw his staring and quickly got in between. ''Take a seat, please.''

Asuma walked over to the couch and took a seat. Before he started to talk, he pulled out a cigarette.

''Want one?'' while looking over at Hatori.

''No thankyou'' he quickly said and kept standing awkwardly. There was one couch and he couldn't sit down so decided to keep standing in front of him and Boruto.

''Well then, i'll tell you guys the reason why im here'' he said and looked serious.

Boruto held his breath, as did Hatori. They kept quiet and waited for his next sentence.

He lit up his cigarette and put it in his mouth.

''You guys are not from here, are you?'' he said.

''W-what do you mean?'' Boruto asked nervously.

''Im not stupid. You look alot like that Uzumaki kid. Tell me the truth. Are you a family member of his?'' he asked and waited for an answer.

Boruto didn't know what to say. He needed to think of something and quick. He glanced over at Hatori. He couldn't tell the truth, they didn't even know this guy. What if they tell him and it goes through the whole village? That could change the future, Boruto thought. Or thats what Hatori at least would say.

''I-i…'' Boruto began but got interrupted by Hatori.

''We came from the future'' he simply said.

What?!

Boruto couldn't believe this. Did he just tell this random dude the truth? He stood up and got mad. ''BAKA! HOW CAN YOU SAY TO THIS GUY? WE DON'T EVEN KNOW IF WE CAN TRUST HIM!'' he shouted.

''I already had a feeling. Don't worry. You can trust me. I just want to know your reasons and maybe help you out'' he said without any concern.

Boruto turned around to face Asuma. His eyes grew bigger. He wants to help us?

Hatori ignored Boruto and went on. ''Well then, we will tell you everything..''

Hours later….

Hatori was done with his story. He knew he could trust this guy. He was from the Sarutobi clan. They are well known for their trust and loyalty. He did alot of research back when he was younger about hokages and found out that one of them was a hokage. He wanted to know more about this particular Sarutobi and one of his best points was that he was trust worthy.

Asuma's cigarette was already done. He listened to the story and didn't say a word.

Boruto kept studying his face for any signs of shock. But there wasn't any. What was up with this guy?

After the whole story, he finally spoke up. ''So, you want to get back to the future but need a few things for the jutsu right? I'll gladly help'' he said and stood up. He looked over at me. ''I don't need to hear anything about the future. It could change something so its better that you guys stay quiet about it and don't tell a word to anyone. I will register your names in the village. Your names are now Ichiyu and Misoka.'' he said. ''If anyone gets suspicious about you two and ask about the reason you came here..'' he said while thinking. ''Just tell them that you guys are family members of mine and you started living here because of me. So your surnames will be Sarutobi. I will inform the Hokage myself about this. He is my father after all'' he winked.

Boruto couldn't believe this. He planned everything out for them. All their troubles went away. But how could he trust him? He didn't know anything about him.

''Why should we trust you?'' Boruto said.

''You just have to. You have no choice'' he laughed and walked towards the door. He turned around before leaving. ''Boruto, you'll have to wait to get on missions. I still need to figure out which squad i'll assign you too. I'll inform the other senseis about the two of you. Kakashi and Kurunai will know the truth too. That way we can get the jutsu done quicker. Oh and kid..'' he said and looked Boruto into the eyes. ''You look too much like Naruto Uzumaki. Maybe a change of hairstyle would do you good'' he said.

Kakashi and Kurunai. Boruto trusted those two. He knew them from the future. Kakashi was the hokage before his dad and Kurunai is the father of one of his friends Mirai. Wait.. Wasn't Mirai's last name Sarutobi?..

Boruto looked up in shock. So this is his dad.. He remembered Mirai talking about him. How he never met him because he died just before he was born. Boruto felt pain inside him. He couldn't believe that he himself got the chance to meet him but Mirai didn't..

''Hatori, please wright down the things you need for the jutsu. Kakashi, Kurunai and me will get the stuff for you. Here is some money for food and other stuff. Be carefull untill im back''

Hatori nodded. Asuma turned around and dissapeared. I closed the door behind him and turned around to look at Hatori. ''You baka..''

Hatori ignored what he said and grabbed some money he got from Asuma. ''Im going to get some food. Are you coming or staying?'' he said.

Boruto hesitated. He could take his chance to get out and explore the village on his own. ''No thanks, i'll wait here for you'' he said and jumped on the couch.

''Fine by me. Don't do anything stupid please'' he said and walked out the door.

Yeah right. This is his chance to get out. He quickly grabbed some money from the table and walked to the window to look outside. He could see the villagers walking around and buying stuff.

Boruto felt his stomach growling and decided to go eat somewhere. He jumped out of the window and wondered if there still was a Ichiraku back in this time.

He kept walking until he saw a big sign that said: ICHIRAKU RAMEN!

Great! Boruto's eyes went wider and quickly got in.

''Hello son, whats your order…''

Teuchi, the owner of the place, was in shock.

Boruto didn't hestitate. ''ONE BOWL OF MISO RAMEN PLEASE, WITH EXTRA PORK!''

''O-ofcourse. Coming right up''

Boruto's stomach couldn't handle it anymore. He smelled the ramen and wanted to eat right there and now. He then got his bowl and digged it. He was almost done, when he heard someone behind him. He turned around only to look at the pink kunoichi from earlier.

''Hello there! You must be Ichiyu right? My name is Sakura. Nice to meet you.'' she said while smiling.

Boruto was in shock but quickly recovers himself. He doesn't want to look too suspicious. ''Hey'' he just said and continued eating his bowl of ramen. Ignoring her would probably be the best option for now. He isn't in the mood to talk anyways. Especially not with Sarada's mom. He doesn't want to know where Sarada got her temper from. He got a slight shiver.

''You fought good out there. Where did you learn that sexy jutsu?'' she asked and looked curiously at him.

Oh, just great. She already begins questioning him. Here goes nothing.

''Well, my father learned me that trick long ago.'' He just said and looked away.

Sakura didn't stop her questions. ''What is your fathers name?''

Boruto got annoyed. ''Why do you need to know? It's none of your bussines.'' he said and stood up from his chair. This made Sakura want to know more about him, but she left it for now.

''Im sorry for prying. Hey, what do you say. Want to hang out with squad 7?'' she asked.

Boruto wasn't in the mood to hang out with her squad and getting questions from her every second, so he decided to decline it. ''No thanks, im heading home right now. See ya''

He wanted to walk away but heard her say something again.

''Oh come on! Naruto really wants to see your sexy jutsu again. It would be fun to hang out together'' she insisted.

Wait. Was his dad in the same squad as her? Boruto turned around to look at her and she waited for an answer. Would it be wise to go with her right now and to hang out with his dad? Hatori would kill him if he found out. But then again.. He would love to train his own dad.

''Sure, why not?''

So guys.. This story is getting really hard lol. I am scared that i'll run out of ideas. Please post a review of what you thought about this chapter. It would really help me out alot :3

8: Team 7

Authors note; i do not own Naruto.

Boruto and Sakura finally reached the training grounds. When Boruto looked around, he didn't see anyone and wondered where his dad was.

Sakura sat down on the ground and looked at her nails. ''The others will be here in a few moments so you have to be patient'' she said.

Boruto layed down in the grass and waited. He thought about his home. He misses being around his mom and playing with his little sister. He looked at the clouds. 'That one looks like a bowl of ramen' he thought.

''Tell me something about yourself'' she suddenly asked and disturbed his cloudwatching. He looked to his side and saw her looking at him curiously.

Why couldn't she just leave him alone?

''Well.. I am from the Sarutobi clan.'' he said.

''Oh, so you're family of the Third Hokage? That's so cool!'' she said. ''You don't really look like him though.. I thought you were from the Uzumaki clan.''

Crap. He hopes she didn't figure it out that quick. He knew he looked like his dad. Sarada and a lot of the villagers told him most of the time. He didn't like it. He doesn't want to look like his father and tried to grow his hair more so that people wouldn't compare them. But he knew his eyecolour was the biggest problem. Just like his dads. Bright and blue.

''Sasuke-kun!'' Sakura suddenly screamed and almost gave Boruto a heartattack. Sasuke walked out of the woods and walked towards them. ''Hey'' he said shortly.

Boruto stared at the black haired boy. This was Sarada's dad. The man who he looked up to his entire life. His fathers rival..

''Well well, look who's back from the hospital!'' someone said from behind them. The three of them turned around and saw Naruto coming.

''Shut up loser. I'm still okay.'' Sasuke said with an annoyed look on his face.

''Who are you calling a loser teme?! You got injured while fighting that guy from the sound village. At least I won my match without going to the hospital.'' he said while grinning from ear to ear. Boruto saw Naruto glancing at Sakura from time to time.

''I was super cool, right Sakura-chan?'' he said with hope in his voice.

Sakura rolled with her eyes. She didn't want to admit it, but he was kind off good. She hated praising Naruto. ''Yeah, it could've been better though. You weren't as good as Sasuke-kun.'' she said and Boruto saw hearts forming in her eyes while looking at Sasuke.

''Don't talk too big Naruto. At least my opponent was someone who was worth fighting. Anyone could win against a dog'' he said calmly as he was referring to Kiba and couldn't help but smirk. Sasuke knew Naruto would be pissed at him for saying that.

''SHUT UP SASUKE. MY OPPONENT WAS REALLY STRONG AND I STILL BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF HIM! I COULD BEAT YOU TOO!'' he yelled and raised his fist.

''Well, you sure talk big for such a loser'' Sasuke said.

''WHAT DID YOU….''

''Im sorry im late'' they suddenly heard and everyone looked up at the same direction. There was a white haired ninja with a mask on his face. He held a book in his hand and Boruto wasn't sure but he thought he saw him laughing a bit.

''I hope I didn't miss anything. I got lost on the way here'' he said and then looked at Boruto. ''Hello Ichiyu. I hope you won't mind but you will join team 7 for a while. This is going to be a squad with four people instead of three. Any objections?''

Boruto was shocked. How did he know who he was? Ofcourse Boruto knew him because he was the hokage in his time. But..

Then it suddenly came into his head. Boruto remembered what Asuma said. He would inform Kakashi and Kurunai about this and figure out at what team he would get in. Boruto smiled and looked up at Kakashi. He felt really good right now. He could spend a lot of time with his dad and he would want to see the rivalry between him and Sasuke. It would be a lot of fun and he didn't have anything to do anyways, so hanging out with them would probably be nice until Hatori would figure out the jutsu to go back in their own time.

''I don't have any objections sensei!'' he said and glanced at the others. Sasuke just looked away like he didn't care and Sakura was too busy looking at Sasuke. Naruto on the other hand was pumped and jumped in the air. ''WOOHOO! You can teach me how to improve my sexy jutsu!'' he yelled and smiled.

''Well then, everything is settled. Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura. I want you guys to go and train. Ichiyu, I need to have a little talk with you.'' he suddenly said with a serious tone. The others walked away and Boruto stayed there with Kakashi. Boruto waited for him to talk.

Kakashi put his book away and looked at Boruto with a smile. ''Asuma informed me about you. You don't have to explain anything..'' he said and his face suddenly got serious. ''..But I do want you to look out for what you might say and the actions you might take Boruto. This is really dangerous and it could change the future..'' he paused. ''..I want you to understand that your relationship with your father must be kept secret from everyone'' and he gave Boruto a little wink.

Boruto froze. How did he know?

Kakashi saw Boruto staring at him. ''It is a bit obvious. You look a lot like him and I am pretty smart'' he said while laughing a bit. ''No one else will figure it out. This is going to be a secret between the two of us.'' he said.

Boruto was glad that he didn't had to hide the fact that Naruto was his father. He actually felt relieved that someone besides Hatori knew the truth. Especially this guy. He was going to be his sensai after all, so hiding things from him would be really hard.

''Do I have to go on missions with you guys too?'' Boruto asked and tried his best not be too excited about it.

''Not all of them. We only take you with us to the places where you can find the stuff you need for the jutsu. When we go on a mission that has nothing to do with the jutsu, you won't come along.'' He said and wanted to see Boruto's reaction.

Boruto looked sad but he tried to hide it. He wanted to go on a lot of missions with them but he couldn't. Oh well..

''Okay I get it. What are we going to do right now?'' he asked curiously.

''Nothing. You can go home now if you like. I just spoke with Hatori before I came here. He understands everything too and asked me if I could tell you to come home immediately. He was very annoyed by the fact that you snuck out of the house'' he said.

Boruto grinned. ''Yeah, I guess I'll go now. Bye then'' he said and walked away.

Kakashi watched him as he left. He couldn't believe the resemblance between Naruto and Boruto. Kakashi laughed in himself. He couldn't handle Naruto sometimes, let alone two of them.

Boruto walked towards the village but decided not to go home yet. He had another plan in his mind. He remembered what had happened earlier that day. The way Neji punched Hinata. How she didn't give up and the blood came out of her mouth. He flinched. His hands turned into fists and he saw Neji's face in his mind. He wanted to knock him out for good for his actions.

He remembered his mother laying flowers everyday at his uncle's grave. ''Mom, who are those flowers for?'' he asked one day and Hinata turned around to face him. He saw pain in her eyes that she couldn't hide from him even though he was only 9 years old.

''These flowers are for your uncle Boruto. His name was Neji Hyuga and he was a great man. He died while protecting your father and me.'' she smiled.

Boruto thought it was weird. Why did his mother care about him? He treated her like crap in the past. Boruto is glad that he went back in time. He couldn't believe that this all had happened.

He arrived at the hospital. He went in and asked the nurse where he could find Hinata Hyuga. The nurse showed him the way and led him to the room. She walked away and left Boruto standing in front of the door. He didn't know if this was a good idea. Maybe she would think he was weird. She didn't even know him in this time so why should he care about her? But he still wanted to know her condition. It's his mother after all and he couldn't go home before seeing and talking to her after what happened.

He decided. His hand automatically opened the door. He pushed it open and went in.

He walked into the room and saw her lying on her bed. Her breathing was slow and her eyes were shut together. She's sleeping.

He froze and wanted to turn around to leave, but then decided that he could better check if she was okay. Just to be sure.

He went over to the bedside and grabbed her hand. He studied her face and waited. It looked like she was fine. He couldn't help but stare at her. His mother looked so young here. He had seen some pictures before in the house but this was the real thing.. He thought about the ointment she gave to Naruto earlier. 'Why is dad so dense..' he thought and was annoyed by his father. Couldn't he see that she fought for him out here? She did her best and all he did was getting pissed at Neji and stalking Sakura. He didn't even come to visit her once..

Boruto suddenly remembered something. That day.. It was his mothers birthday.

He remembered his dad working at the office. His mother dressed up because he told her to wait for him until he got home. They would go on a date together because they never had the chance since he became hokage. He wanted to do something special for her and give her a huge present. And then..

FLASHBACK…

Boruto woke up. He heard his mother talking to his dad. He quickly stood up out of bed and went downstairs. He hoped he would see his fathers reaction today. It was his mothers birthday and he wanted to see the look on his face when he saw his mother dressed up like that.

He got downstairs and peeked inside the living room. Naruto was hugging her tightly and Boruto saw tears in his eyes. Boruto smirked. So his dad was crying because of how beautifull she looks? This was getting way too good!

Then he suddenly heard Naruto speaking up.

''Im sorry honey'' he said and pushed her a bit away. ''Happy birthday, I'll see you tomorrow.''

''It's okay Naruto-kun, do your best at work'' she smiled and Naruto poofed away.

A shadow clone?... Whats going on?

And then Boruto saw the one thing he never saw his entire life.. His mother started crying.

It was quite a shock. He had never seen his mother so hurt before, except at Neji's grave. He wanted to go over and hug her tightly and ask what was going on, but she quickly wiped away her tears and smiled again. ''He's the hokage after all..'' she whispered and turned around to face Boruto.

Hinata knew Boruto was standing there. She could sense his presence and didn't want to worry him. She was hurt by the fact that Naruto-kun couldn't be there for her birthday, but she understood. Being the hokage was his dream. Being there for the village was his duty. She knew that this was important for him because she had been there all his life watching him train hard to reach that goal. So she didn't mind him not being there all the time. But at times like this.. It did hurt a bit. She couldn't deny it and the tears just came by itself. But she understood..

The only problem was that Boruto didn't. He finally realized what was going on and ran into his mother's arms.

''Mom, I'm so sorry''

They decided to eat leftovers cake and Himawari joined them afterwards. It was a fun night but they still missed one certain person with them..

FLASHBACK ENDS…

He suddenly felt something grabbing him tight in his hand. He looked down and saw Hinata waking up. ''N-Naruto-kun?..''

Sorry for not updating sooner you guys! School is hard ya know :c

I won't be updating anytime soon. I'm going to France with a school trip so the next update will probably be around two weeks?

I promise the next chapter will be really long!

Much love xo

UPDATE:

Omg so you guys loool i forgot that Borutos name was Ichiyu so i quickly fixed this chapter! Sorry for the confusion if you noticed it hahahah.

9: Waking up

Authors Note; I do not own Naruto.

Everything was black..

She couldn't see a thing. What happened to her? She can't remember.

She suddenly felt a pain in her stomach. It felt like someone was stabbing her with a kunai. She didn't know how that would feel like, but she imagined it being painfull. Her head hurts and she couldn't move.

Hinata tried to remember what happened. A flashback appeared and she remembered figthting her cousin Neji. Did she win? No, she didn't. She would never win. He was far too strong. So the reason why she was laying there was because she had lost.

Then she thought about Naruto. Hinata wanted to cry. Naruto probably saw her losing. The one person she loved with all her heart saw her failing. She mentally slapped herself for being such a weakling. Naruto would never love someone who would be so weak as herself. That is what her father had learned her. ''You will never get a husband if you stay this weak'' he said. She would do better next time. She will let Naruto see the strong side of her. But when will she ever have another opportunity to show him?

She suddenly felt someone grabbing her hand tightly. She wanted to open her eyes but they refused. Her eyes felt heavy as if they were practically glued to each other. She decided to keep her eyes shut. Instead, she thought of the person who was holding her hand. Who could it be?

She went down a list of people who cared for her. The only people she could think of was her own team. Kurunai sensei, Kiba or Shino. Who else would care about her? Her family? Her father wouldn't bother seeing her even though she was in the hospital. When he hears the news, he probably wouldn't care and would find something better to do. Maybe the one holding her hand was her little sister Hanabi. Hinata didn't have a great bond with her but they both knew that they cared deeply for each other.

But then she felt the grip getting stronger. For some reason the hand felt safe. It felt warm as if the person holding it cared a lot about her. Not in a friendly way or in a lovers way, but more like he was part of her. Like they shared a deep bond. Like family.

She finally managed to open her eyes a little. She could see a little bit but the image wasn't clear. She saw something yellow. Someone with yellow hair. And the person had whiskers on his cheeks..

That could only be one person.

''N-Naruto-kun?

She felt his hand quickly leaving hers and she thought she made a mistake. Maybe the person felt offended that she thought it was someone else. She wanted to apologize but the person left the room. She wanted to stop him but he already left. She wanted to slap herself for being so stupid.

But she could swear that she saw Naruto. Who else had blonde hair and whiskers on his cheeks?

Then she suddenly thought about another boy. The boy who looked a lot like Naruto. What was his name? Inayu? Iku?

No, it was Ichiyu. But why would he come see her? She remembered him being there with the fight. Maybe he was just worried about her. Hinata's hand felt warm and she knew he had been there for a long time holding her hand. She smiled a bit.

''So one more person cares a bit about me..''

Boruto quickly let go of her hand and walked out of the room. He didn't want her to think he was crazy holding her hand. He wanted to stay there and talk with her for a bit but it could go so wrong. It was better if he waited and talked to her another time when she felt a bit better. She needed the rest after all.

Boruto finally walked out of the hospital and headed home. He thought about having a nice bath when he got there. Hatori would be pissed at him for being so late but he can handle it.

As he walked, he thought about home. He missed every single bit of it. He even missed his dad who he barely saw. They sometimes shared a small conversation and that could make Boruto's day a lot better. Now he just felt alone again without his family. He was with them in the past, but not actually with them. They didn't even know that he was their son. Naruto and Hinata barely know each other..

Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind. He stopped walking and villagers bumped into him. ''Hey, watch out where your going dude!"' some guy said and walked past him.

Boruto grinned. He just had a great idea. He could speed up the progress a little between his parents. He knew that he shouldn't involve himself with the past but he just couldn't stand the fact that his father is so dense. Besides, what could be so bad about trying to get them closer together? Nothing could go wrong. He will only help them!

Boruto smiled and began walking again. He thought his idea was amazing. But the only problem was that they weren't in the same team as his mother. He had to figure out something quick.

Deep in his thoughts he finally arrived at his home. He opened the door and Boruto's eyes went wide open. The room was a mess. He saw scrolls laying everywhere on the ground and a lot of fruits and vegetables on the table.

Boruto walked in and searched for Hatori. He finally found him in the kitchen making some instant ramen. He put some water in the kettle and turned around. When he saw Boruto he went furious. ''Oh so your finally back huh?! What the hell were you thinking? You can't just leave like that without informing me what your doing. What if you did something that could change the future? Do you know how much that could change everything we have?'' he practically screamed.

Boruto took a step back and grinned. ''Hey, don't worry so much about it gramps. Everythings went fine! I did nothing stupid, trust me.'' he said and sat down on the coach. ''But what have you been up to? The room is a mess. Couldn't you find your diaper or something?'' Boruto grinned and quickly leapt to his left to avoid the carrot Hatori was throwing at him.

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jcwriting · 3 years

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There’s A First Time For Everything

summary ↬ namjoon has never had a blowjob before. you’re about to change that.

pairing ↬ idol!namjoon x reader

genre ↬ smut, pwp (im not kidding there is zero plot to this), fluff, (new) established relationship

word count ↬ 2.8k

warnings ↬ swearing, oral (m receiving), face fucking, choking, reader has a painful thigh kink (don’t we all), overuse of the word thigh

authors note ↬ listen,,,,i saw that picture of namjoon in shorts (you know the one) and i just,,,lost it. also, this is my first time posting fic for bts and im shitting bricks about it so pls be nice to me!!!!! i hope you enjoy this quick (thirsty) little ode to namjoon’s thighs. pls let me know what you think!

also, the gif above haunts me. everyday. okay, enjoy.

“I want to give you a blowjob.”

Namjoon choked on the swig of water he had just taken. The two of you were watching TV. Actually, Namjoon was watching TV. You were sitting on the floor at the coffee table with your laptop out to answer some work emails. But, you were distracted. Specifically by Namjoon’s shorts. More specifically, Namjoon’s thighs in said shorts. The smooth golden skin was begging for your lips and your fingers itched to scratch your nails down to his knees. Then, your eyes naturally glided further up to the apex of his thighs. Where you knew his cock was resting. Again, just begging to be in your mouth. The thought of your jaw and throat aching while he lost it above you consumed your mind. All hope was lost then.

“You…um. Sorry. You want to do that?”

You cocked your head to the side. “Uh, yeah. Wait, did you want me to ask? I’ll ask. Can I give you a blowjob? Please?”

Namjoon chuckled. “No, no. You don’t have to ask. It’s just, y’know, are you sure?”

“Yes,” you said slowly. What was he not getting? “Do you not want one?”

“No! No, oh my god. I want that. I definitely want that. That’s not the issue.”

“Then, what is?”

Namjoon blew out a breath that fluttered the hair that rested on his forehead. He cupped the back of his neck and rubbed awkwardly. “I’ve never had someone do that to me before. So-”

“What?” You would have been less shocked if he had told you that he was a closeted furry. The two of you had only been dating for about a month so the in-depth what things did your ex do in bed conversation hadn’t been fully fleshed out yet. You knew he had lost his virginity to his previous girlfriend and they had had a healthy sex life, so you had just assumed that him receiving oral was part of that. Yet…this man, this absolute Adonis of a man had never gotten his cock sucked? It was the most absurd thing you had ever heard in your life. “Hold on. You had a girlfriend before me, right? She didn’t go down on you? Ever?”

Namjoon looked like he wanted the couch to swallow him whole but you barely noticed. You were too busy experiencing the shock of your fucking life. “I did. But she - uh, no. She didn’t want to and I didn’t want to pressure her.”

Your heart melted a little before you shut your laptop. Healthy sex life your ass. You were sucking this mans dick and that was final. “I’m going to give you a blowjob, Namjoon. Right now.” You turned to him and began crawling forward. His eyes flew to your ass that swayed in the air and he audibly swallowed. “If you don’t want me to then you need to tell me within the next thirty seconds.”

“Oh God,” he whimpered and spread his legs a little wider. You were salivating. “Yes. As long as you’re sure-” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a heavy groan as your hands slid up his thighs. Finally, you smiled to yourself as you bent your fingers and allowed your nails to dig into the meat of his inner thigh.

“I have a thing for your thighs,” you murmured. “Never realized I had a thigh kink until I met you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want to ride your thighs. Will you let me?”

“God, yes.” Namjoon went to reach for your arms but you batted his hands away. This wasn’t about you right now. This was about him. You reached for your hair and quickly pulled it into a sloppy bun. His eyes followed your movements and you didn’t miss how the bulge in his shorts twitched.

“I need you to tell me if I do something that you don’t like, okay? I want to make you feel good. Don’t be afraid to talk to me. If you like something, let me know. If not, then definitely let me know.” Namjoon nodded feverishly. His eyes were almost black and his chest was straining against his white top. You smirked to yourself. This was going to be fun.

Bending down, you pressed a kiss to the top of his thigh. Your mouth dragged along his skin and you relished in the way he quivered beneath you. Following the seam of his leg before doing the same on the other. Nails pressed little crescent moons into his flesh before your thumbs smoothed over the marks. Your nose lifted the loose material of his shorts up to his hips and skimmed the exposed areas as your tongue reached out to flick the little freckle that found a home on his hip before you set your sights on his dick that was straining for you. Lips that had previously kissed his skin now moved to the fabric that jailed his heavy cock. Sitting back, your thumb traced the underside of his dick softly before you barely brushed over the head. The cotton dragged against your finger and Namjoon huffed loudly before lifting his hips further into your touch.

“Don’t tease.” Namjoon’s voice had lowered a few octaves and the deep tone had you clenching your thighs. His hands fisted the pillows next to him and you could feel the restraint he was exacting on himself through the trembling of his muscles.

“I’m not,” you promised. “I’m just making sure you’re ready.”

“I am. Swear to God.”

Unable to keep the smile off your face, you nodded and reached for the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his hips and helped you shove the material to his ankles. That was when you realized two things.

One, he was right. His cock laid thick and proud on his stomach and was weeping for you. He was of average length but his girth let you know that were going to struggle to fit him in your mouth. The thought only made you shiver in delight. A phantom pain panged in your gut when you took in the slight curve of the head, knowing it was going to hit everything you needed.

Second, he had the prettiest cock you had ever seen. You never thought dicks were pretty. In fact, you were pretty resolute on that thought. Most likely due to the disgusting amount of unsolicited dick pics you had received in your life. But, Namjoon’s? You wanted to take a picture, frame it and admire it whenever you wanted to. The skin that stretched around his width was a shade darker than the rest of him and his cock head, a pretty red color, made you want to see how far down you could get the flush to go.

You wrapped your hand around his length and twisted up. Namjoon’s back arched off the couch and a string of curses fell off of his lips. Your thumb collected the glistening pre-cum on his tip and used it to smooth your palm over him.

“I normally don’t say this,” you said as you became infatuated with the vein that ran along the underside of his cock, “but if you want to send me a dick pic, I definitely won’t complain. Like, ever.”

“B-baby, I’ll give you whatever you want. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” Namjoon moaned, throwing his head back when your thumb pressed against the delicate skin that resided under the his mushroom tip.

You giggled lightly. “So sensitive. I’ve barely even started.”

Namjoon opened his mouth to say something but you didn’t give him a chance. You licked the vein that had caught your eye earlier and followed it to the top before enveloping the head of him into the heat of your mouth. You relished the broken groan that he let out. Several kitten licks were placed on his weeping slit before taking him deeper. You worked slowly, gauging his reaction as you took him further. He responded well, panting and moaning in encouragement, head still thrown back against the couch.

“You can look at me, you know,” you reminded him as he popped out of your mouth. Kisses were mouthed over the soft skin that was wrapped around the steel of his erection. Your hand used your spit as lube to tug him harder.

“Can’t,” Namjoon gasped. “Gonna blow my load if I watch you.”

“That’s kind of the whole point.”

“Not yet,” he whined. “I don’t want this to be over.”

You pinched his hip until he met your gaze, offering him a sweet smile. “This isn’t going to be the last time I get on my knees for you, baby.” You held his wide-eyed stare as you took him back into your mouth. Ignoring how his hands seemed to flutter around you, unsure of what to touch, you focused on sliding him further into your mouth. Then, you sucked hard, using your tongue to lave at the warm skin.

Namjoon lost it above you. He released a strangled moan that caused your core to absolutely gush. One hand finally tangled into your hair and the other gripped your shoulder with warning, which you ignored. You merely sucked and pulled harder. Namjoon’s hips flexed, causing the tip of him to slam into the back of your throat. Not expecting it, you couldn’t help but cough around him as your eyes watered.

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry.” Namjoon used the hand on your shoulder to yank you off. His thumbs wiped at the tears that trickled down your cheeks, the concern etched across his face made you feel warm inside. “Shit, are you okay?”

“I am, promise,” you assured him. “Just give me a second, okay?”

He nodded while pushing back some of your hair that had escaped your sloppy up-do. You gently removed his hands before looking down at his length that was still clutched in yours. As much as he had shocked you, the thought of him fucking your face was not something you shied away from. Really, it was exactly what you wanted. But you needed to prep a bit first.

When you took him back in your mouth, you focused on relaxing the muscles in your throat. Breathing deeply through your nose, you slowly worked yourself further down until your nose was pressed into the base of him. Spit trickled out of your mouth and over his balls as you pulled back. You did this a few more times, working past your gag reflex and allowing your throat to get used to the intrusion.

Namjoon was anything but quiet as you deep throated him. It was honestly the sexiest thing you had ever heard. While your past lovers hadn’t necessarily been quiet, the praises Namjoon kept raining on you and the beautiful noises he made were music to your ears. Your body certainly agreed. Your cunt ached to be filled and the fabric of your panties was soaked through. But, you ignored your needs and focused on the panting man before you.

“Okay,” you nodded as you popped him out of your mouth. “I’m ready.”

It took Namjoon’s brain a few seconds to process what you said. He shifted restlessly on the couch cushions as you ran your hands over his thighs. “Huh? W-what did you say?”

“I’m ready for you to fuck my face.”

His pupils were blown wide as he stared at you with an open mouth. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What if I want it to hurt?” You stared at him while purring the words that was his undoing. Namjoon’s eyes got impossibly darker as his chest expanded with a sharp intake of breath. He spread his legs wider and gently held the back of your head as he guided you down his shaft. You held eye contact with him as he cautiously raised his hips to meet your lips. Once he saw no signs of distress from you, he began thrusting more consistently as you bobbed your head to match his rhythm.

His steady movements didn’t last long but it didn’t bother you. You were more than happy to take over for him. Like you said, this wasn’t going to be the last time you worshipped his cock. The two of you had plenty of time to figure things out. Plus, knowing how much you clearly affected him gave you all the motivation you needed.

Your throat began to tense up again so you focused your attentions on his sensitive head and let your hands twist up to your mouth and back down. The sounds of your palm gliding along his slick skin and your lips sucking tightly filled the spacious living room. They were nearly drowned out by Namjoon, though.

“Baby, oh f-fuck…shit,” he keened loud and hard when your other hand moved to brush over his swollen balls. You cupped them gently and rolled them between your fingers. Even as he was practically thrashing against you, hips thrusting in an aimless rhythm, the hand he had originally placed on the back of your head remained there. He applied no pressure, allowing you to set the pace, but it also seemed to ground him. To remind him that this wasn’t a dream.

“M’gonna cum. Baby…baby, I’m gonna cum. Soon, oh God,” he babbled. You appreciated the warning but you didn’t need it. He was twitching wildly in your mouth and your tongue was coated with the salty essence of his pre-cum. In response, you ran your index finger on that sensitive spot behind his balls and that’s when Namjoon exploded.

Thick ropes of white shot down your throat, causing you to almost gag. Instead, you swallowed past the reflex and took as much as you could. By the fourth stream, a bit had managed to slip past the suction of your mouth and dribble down his cock. You were quick to clean up, licking at the mess the both of you had made before returning to his tip. You suckled the sensitive head until Namjoon practically shoved you away from him.

When you looked up you were met with a glorious sight. Namjoon was completely fucked out, twitching against the couch and his broad chest heaving for air. Sweat beaded his sharp jaw line and trickled down the column of his throat. His face was tilted towards the ceiling and his hair was haphazardly pushed off of his forehead. He looked completely ruined and entirely yours.

“Was that good?” You asked softly as you rose to your feet, ignoring the sharp ache in your knees. Namjoon made an unintelligible sound in the back of his throat that you took as a resounding yes. He cracked his eyes open and looked at you with such adoration you couldn’t help but blush.

“Really?” He murmured. “Don’t get shy on me now. You can’t just suck the life out of me one second and then start blushing like a school girl immediately after.”

“It’s called duality,” you muttered as your cheeks flushed darker. Namjoon snorted and reached for you, pulling you onto his lap. His spent cock nestled between your thighs and his eyes rolled back into his head when he felt the simmering heat through the fabric of your shorts.

“I need five minutes. Then, I swear to God, I’m going to eat you out like you deserve.”

Giggling, you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the strands of hair at the base of his neck. “You don’t have to. This wasn’t a quid pro quo situation. I gave you a blowjob because I wanted to. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“It’s either you give me five minutes so that I can eat you out or ten minutes so I can fuck you into next week. You decide.”

His determination brought a smile to your face until you took in the purple bags under his eyes and how his eyelids kept drooping lower and lower. “How about a nap first, hm? I’ll decide after you get some sleep.”

Namjoon looked like he wanted to protest but you kissed him instead. His argument clearly wasn’t that strong because when you pulled away he was nodding in resignation. You helped him pull up his shorts and squealed when he lifted you up into his arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you let him carry you into the bedroom and wrap the both of you up in the comforter. You hadn’t planned on sleeping with him, wanting to get more work done while he slept. But the faint scent of his aftershave and the soft way he caressed your spine could lull an insomniac to sleep. Who were you to refuse?

“Wake me up when you decide,” Namjoon whispered into your hair. You nodded against his chest, and within minutes the two of you slipped into a deep slumber. Happy and content.

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taestefully-in-luv · 3 years

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Always You | JJK (Drabble#4)

Summary: Jungkook is drunk and misses you. What happens when he teases you with a little video?

Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Masturbation (male and female), phone sex

Notes: Decided to get this little thang out askdsdfj enjoy! Remember requests for drabble ideas are open! Lets chat:)

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Jungkook stumbles into the empty apartment with Jimin and Taehyung following closely behind him. He curses under his breath as he takes his shoes off, the apartment is cold thanks to the running AC and he fucking shivers. He thought being this drunk he would be extra warm but nope, it doesn’t look that way.

“Jesus, what is the temperature set on?” Jimin is the first to outwardly complain. “Do you want me to freeze to death?”

“It is really cold, Jungkook.” Taehyung whines as he slips his own shoes off.

“Sorry…” Jungkook mutters, “y/n usually took care of the air. But as you two know she’s no longer with us”

“You’re acting like she died.” Jimin deadpans as Taehyung tries to stifle a chuckle.

“She isn’t answering her phone…” Jungkook pouts to himself. “She said she would always answer my calls no matter what.” He juts his lip out dramatically and Jimin rolls his eyes.

“She still has a life dude.”

“I am supposed to be her life.” He whines, walking in the living room and plopping down on the couch. “I was only going to tell her I miss her.”

“She knows you miss her man.” Taehyung sits down next to him, “We all know…”

“Well, now you guys get to hear it more.” Jungkook pipes up, “Because I miss her soooo much. I miss her hugs, her cuddles, her kisses, god, I really miss when she would suck my di—”

“Okay!” Taehyung cuts him off but Jimin swats Tae’s arm.

“No, let him finish.” Jimin says with a smirk.

“You’re gross dude.” Tae swats Jimin’s arm in return.

“God, she really knows how to ride dick too.” Jungkook drunkenly slurs out, “Like, she just really knows what she’s doing.”

“I’m glad my girl is getting so much praise!” Jimin claps his hands as his sly smile grows, “Please, tell us more.” He leans his head forward.

“Please don’t.” Taehyung chuckles awkwardly. “Do you guys want to play a game or watch music videos or something?”

“I want to talk to my girl.” Jungkook cries out dramatically. “I miss her.”

“Maybe you need to rub one out dude.” Jimin playfully remarks, “Make a video for her or something.” Jimin is so clearly joking but Jungkook’s entire face lights up like he was just given the best god damn idea in the world.

“Okay, you guys go home. I’m going to bed.” Jungkook stands up and begins walking to your shared bedroom.

“He realizes we aren’t leaving right?” Taehyung asks Jimin and Jimin just shrugs.

“Let’s watch music videos.”

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Jungkook has his phone set up on the desk, his camera on and pointed towards him. He has his shirt off and is only wearing briefs and sweats. He decides to run his fingers through his already messy hair and make it a bit more wild.

He’s going to send you a little teaser video. He presses record on his phone and sits at the desk, his legs spread wide as he rubs himself over his sweats. His cock grows harder and harder as he rubs himself, he throws his head back on the chair. He then takes his hand and drags the sweats and briefs down, letting his cock spring free. He strokes it gently while whimpering. He calls out for you over and over. His quiet voice rising just the slightest as he gets himself going.

And that’s it. That’s the video. He presses stop and watches it over and approves. He sends it to you with a smirk on his face, he hopes you love it.

y/n 3:34am

Jungkook, what the fuck

y/n 3:35am

I started watching that in public!!! Do you know how quick I had to turn off my phone!!!!!!

Jungkook 3:35am

Oh? So you do exist…I was starting to think you didn’t cuz you keep ignoring my calls

y/n 3:36am

im now just seeing the calls baby, Ill be home soon…ill video call you

Jungkook 3:36am

Good.

Jungkook suddenly becomes so fucking giddy, he jumps to his feet in rushed excitement. He can’t wait to see your gorgeous face. Unfortunately, he stood up way too fast, the world starting to spin…his drunken world.

“Ah, fuck.” He slurs.

But really, he can’t wait to talk to you, to see you. It’s been a few months and he has yet to visit. But texts and video calls are what’s getting him through everything, if he’s being honest. He really does miss you…he misses laying in bed with you just talking, he misses your laugh, he misses your smile, he misses the way you smell, he misses holding you…he just misses you.

He’s lying on his bed, staring up at the swirling ceiling, wondering when you will call. It’s around 4 am now and he’s starting to doze off. But thoughts of you are keeping him conscious.

Suddenly, his phone starts vibrating and he sees that he has a incoming video call from you. He excitedly and quickly taps his screen a million times until he’s answering.

“Hi.” He slurs out, his dopey grin making you laugh.

“Hi drunky.” You giggle, staring at him through your screen.

“Just wanted to talk to you and tell you I miss you. And that I love you more than literally anyone.” He smiles at you, his words getting jumbled together.

“I miss you too baby.” You say softly. “I just got home and I wish I was coming home to you instead.” You quietly pout and he wishes he could kiss your cute lips.

“I am going to buy my ticket to see you soon, I promise. Only two more weeks. Then I see you” He says, his smile fading. “I really do miss you babe. I feel so lost without you here.” He admits between soft breaths. “I left the AC on too low and I got back home and it was freezing.”

“Jungkook.” You whine, “The bill is gonna be so high.”

“It’s okay my love. I got it.” He assures you with a soft smile and you begin to melt. The screen does not do Jungkook justice.

“You look very handsome.” You gulp, “Did any girls hit on you tonight?”

“I didn’t notice…” Jungkook smirks, “I make sure to tell everyone I have a beautiful girlfriend.”

You can’t help but smile and laugh…you two have gotten into some pretty heated arguments over your insecurities…you don’t want a repeat of that.

“Good. You’re all mine.”

“All yours.” He blows you a kiss through the phone and you pout.

“I wish I could feel your lips on me right now.”

“I see you in 2 weeks my love, you will get all the kisses you want and need.” Jungkook slurs his words and you giggle.

“God, you are drunk.”

“Not uh.” He pokes his tongue out, “I’m maybe a little tipsy though!” he laughs for no real reason and you join him.

“So about that video…” you smirk at him, and he brings the phone to his chest as he giggles at his shamelessness.

“Hey! Bring the phone back to you!”

“What about the video? Hm?” Jungkook brings the phone back to his face and you rub your thighs together…his hair is wild and his expression screams that he’s beginning to become fucked out.

“I watched it when I got home.” You admit, “I think it made me…” you pause, biting your lip. “Really wet.”

“Oh really?” Jungkook feels his cock hardening at the thought of your wet pussy. “I want you to feel yourself for me and let me know.”

You chuckle, sliding your hand down your yoga pants and feeling yourself.

“I’m wet baby.”

“Your panties soaked?”

“I’m not wearing any.” You breathe out and Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath.

“Bad girl…” he finally says. “I wish I could bend you over my knee and spank you.”

“You wanna slap my ass?”

“Mhm. I want to fuck your ass too.” He slurs out and you feel your pussy clench around nothing.

“Can I touch myself?” you shyly ask him and he shakes his head with an evil grin.

“Not yet baby. I want you to watch me first.”

“Jungkook, why are you being unfair?” you whine, your fingers just above your aching clit that is dying to be touched.

“Just like playing with you a little.” He admits, “I like getting you so worked up.”

“Okay, I’ll watch you.”

Jungkook gets off the bed and places the phone on the desk, setting it up to where you can have the perfect view of him sitting in the chair.

“Should I continue where I left off?”

“Yes.” You sigh out heavily, waiting just waiting to see his gorgeous cock.

“What’s the magic word?” he teases and you’re so close to touching yourself.

“Jungkook.” You warn in an exaggerated whine, “Please.”

“Good girl.” And he’s snaking his hand down his sweats and pulling out his leaking member, it’s so hard and so swollen that your mouth waters immediately. God, you are so starved of his cock that even through the screen it has you desperate for him.

“I want you to grip your cock for me…” you begin to instruct, “And tug at the head just a little, get you feeling good.”

Jungkook obeys your orders as he gets a hold of his aching length, he starts by squeezing the tip just slightly getting him to groan out.

“Good, now use the lube baby. Put a generous amount in your palm, I want your dick soaked.” He does as you say, squirting the lube in his hand.

“Now stroke your cock for me, but don’t put too much pressure.”

“Baby…” he breathes out.

“Pretend that it’s my hand.” You softly order, “Pretend I’m there with you right now.”

“Ah.” Jungkook moans out as he strokes himself, “Feels good.” He says, causing you to arch your back. You begin moving your hips back and forth as you watch him.

“Okay,” you swallow hard, “Add more pressure and stroke yourself faster.”

Jungkook squeezes his hand around his length, his moans getting louder and you blink at him, your hand tightening its grip around your phone. He looks so fucking hot.

“I want you to take your other hand, yes good, and touch your balls for me, yes…just like that.” Jungkook is a sight for sore eyes, his cock and balls out on display and you want to jump through the screen and straddle his lap, sinking down on to him. Fuck, you want to touch yourself.

“Shit…baby…” you say, losing composure as you watch him get himself off, “Please let me touch myself.”

“Okay.” Jungkook gives the green light, “Rub your clit for me.” He says while rubbing himself faster and faster, his head thrown back in pleasure as high pitched moans leave his mouth.

“Thank you baby” you set your phone down, your hands quickly pull down your yoga pants and you immediately touch your desperate bundle of nerves.

“Gotta see you though.” Jungkook whines. “Need to see you. See your pussy, see your face.”

“Fuck, okay, hold on.” You prop the phone up on some pillows until he has the perfect view of you.

“Lemme see your fingers on that pretty pussy baby.” He softly commands and you feel yourself get dizzy. “Even through the screen I can see how fucking wet you are, my god.” Jungkook strokes himself faster. “My baby is so perfect.”

“How close are you? Can you wait for me?” You practically beg and he smirks.

“I got all night baby.” He winks, “Now get your fingers nice and wet, soak them. Then I want you to taste yourself.”

Your fingers gather your juices, drenching them in the process. You bring your fingers to your lips and suck on them, allowing a moan to escape. Jungkook rolls his eyes to the back of his head as he watches you.

“Good girl.” He praises, “How’s it taste? Fucking delicious, right?”

“Yes. Yes.” You moan out, your fingers going back to your clit.

“Want to see those fingers fuck your pretty pussy.” He slows down on his cock, he grips it tighter instead and rubs himself slowly. “Let me see.”

You slip one finger inside your hole and gasp, it’s been so long since something, anything has entered you like this.

“Another finger.”

Your eyes widen at his request…but you listen, you slide another finger inside your weeping cunt and begin to thrust them in and out of you.

“Another finger.”

“Jungkook.” You sigh out, “Another?”

“Yes baby, you can take it.” He fondles his balls some more, still stroking his dick. “Let me see.”

You slip a third finger in your hole and you start to feel full. You begin thrusting all three fingers in and out of you at a quick and brutal pace. His fingers would reach more places but yours will have to do for now.

“Ah fuck…” you grit out, “I wish you were here, Jungkook.”

“Keep saying my name.”

“Jungkook, Jungkook.” He starts rubbing himself faster now, he is losing it. He imagines you writhing beneath him, your lips apart, breathing heavily. He’s so close, he fucking close.

“Baby, let’s come soon.” He breathes out, “Together.”

“mmm.” Your other hand finds your clit, and you begin rubbing it faster and harder trying to set yourself over the edge.

“Imagine my cock is inside you right now baby, imagine me fucking you, making you scream my name.”

“Yes, Jungkook!” you yell out, not caring if your neighbors hear you. “Fuck, I’m about to come.”

Jungkook grips the tip of his cock and strokes himself so quickly, his hips meeting him halfway as he moans out your name over and over until his cum is spurting out and making a mess in his hand. That’s the last straw…that’s what you needed to see to get you to come.

You let the tension build so deliciously, until it snaps in half. You come all over your fingers, with the image that you’re creaming all over Jungkook’s cock.

“Ugh.” You groan, “I miss you so much…” you calm your heavy breaths, “Can two weeks hurry the hell up?”

Jungkook stares at the screen and smiles, his hand still sticky with his cum. He grabs a towel and cleans himself and is looking at you once again.

“Two weeks baby, and I’ll be there. I’ll be there to hold you, kiss you, fuck you.”

“Two weeks.” You say with a smile.

Two weeks and you’ll be reunited with your love.

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smutsonian · 4 years

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the mobster’s little girl

pairing: mob!steve rogers x reader

summary: what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)

warnings: smut, violence, death, obsessive behavior kind of, poorly written smut (for real i skipped some), innocent reader (kind of?), lil bit of angst, drowning, accidents in the kitchen, reader getting burned, not proofread, a lot of mistakes for sure (It’s a long fic and im too lazy to find the mistakes), loss of virginity skskks, oral deed (f & m), fingering skksks, kind of a handie, please let me know if i skipped some, please read at your own risk, rumlow is a warning periodt, this has crack vibes i swear idk what i was typing at some point, ddlg? (is this ddlg? jesus fuck idek anymore), dub-con but like not really?, the POV gets fucked up towards the end so goodluck with understanding this piece of sheeet

word count: 11k (what da actual fuck? this is loooong)

a/n: df am i being awkward while writing them warnings for? Holy shit that’s a long list of warnings

big thanks to @buckys-forgotten-plum for helping me edit <3 luv u mwah

this is a combined request of a mob!steve x innocent!reader + steve teaching reader to suck his ding-a-ding-dong

this has a sucky ending. i hate the fucking ending.

also, i don’t got no clue on how to do spacing on tumblr so im terribly sorry for that.

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Maybe it’s because they were terrified. Maybe it’s because they know what’s out there and what evil lurks in every corner of the city. Whatever the reason is, her parents hid her from the outside world. Never was she able to step another foot out of the gates of her home. No matter how huge the mansion her parents keep her in, it still feels small and lonely. Instead of the friends that she should’ve made in kindergarten, she became friends with her parents’ employees. Instead of the high school friends that she was supposed to have, she has the few cleaners in the house. She didn’t feel like they work for her because they’ve become her friends that keep her sane for being in one place for her whole life. Being able to go somewhere that’s not the garden, the gazebo, or even the lake that became her favorite place has always been in her mind but never her heart never really demanded to go out. She gets curious at times but it’s not enough to make her go against her parents’ number one rule.

“Never let yourself be known and never talk to anyone outside this house. If possible, keep yourself away from the entrance gates.”

Being the obedient daughter you are, you followed that rule without question. You became the daughter that your parents wanted you to be. You learned everything from your tutor. The basics of economics but mostly proper etiquette. You didn’t know why you had to learn those but you did what your parents wanted you to do without question. You always do…

That’s why when your parents told you that you were to marry, you agreed with a little bit of hesitance. “It’s for the best, princess.” Is the only thing that your father said while your mom looked at you with a small smile. You thought that it was going to be like the ones in the movies. You imagined a magical wedding but you didn’t even have one. You were told to sign some papers and just like that, you’re married to some man you don’t even know. A man that you didn’t see until a few days after the signing of papers.

Steve never felt so disrespected in his entire life. He’s so used to being the powerful man of the city, the country even, that never did he expect some feeble man to come barreling into his business. The Y/L/Ns… He knew of them but he knew little about them. The family is so secretive but are known to be powerful. Nobody knows how they do it but now he has been graced to learn how.

Blackmail… Along with bribery. How fucking pathetic.

He didn’t know how the man managed to acquire his plans for a rival gang but somehow, the fucker did. The rival gang that he was trying to take down for so long and managed to make a plan of action until this fucker messed everything up. The bastard wanted to marry his daughter off to him for a powerful alliance. Saying something about how both of their names would benefit from the marriage. The bastard also promised a fat amount of money that he’ll receive once he marries his daughter. The bastard knew that money has always been a problem for him by the smug look on his face.

“It’s simple. You provide us security, we give you money. We seal the deal once you sign the papers to be my daughter’s husband.” The old fucker says with such pride in his voice. Steve gritted his teeth before making a move to toss the man out but the fucker clicks his tongue at him. “Ahh, we also wouldn’t want Rumlow to know about your plans on attacking his turf a fortnight from now, do we?” The old fuck stares at him as he waits for his answer.

Having no other choice, Steve says yes with flared nostrils. He glares at the way the man smiles giddily while walking towards the door. Before the old man could leave, he turned back towards Steve with a serious look before pointing a finger at him. “One more thing… My daughter will be your wife but you are not to touch her. You live at the mansion with her but you ain’t allowed to touch her. Do get out of her way as much as you can. You get all the money you want by following my orders. That easy. Nice dealing with you.” The man was out the door in an instant as Steve glared at the closed door before picking up a wine glass from his desk and throwing it against the door.

“It’s a bit weird, mother.” Is your reply when your mother came to visit you in your room and asked you about how you’re feeling given your situation. She continues to brush your hair with her fingers as she hums in response.

“It’s not like the ones in movies, that’s for sure.” You joke, earning a chuckle from your mother.

“My situation… It’s not really normal, correct?” You pull away from your mother’s hands and turn to look at her. She lets out a sigh before turning you back around and resuming to play with your hair. “No…” She says. “We might have been a bit strict with you but we only did it for your safety. The world out there… It’s not safe.” She continues. Once again, you pull away from your mother to fully give your attention to her. “But you and father are always out there. You put yourselves in danger on the daily so why can’t I?” You look at your mother who was looking at you with an unamused expression. You let out a sigh before sighing. “I know... I know. It sounds a bit silly to ask myself to be put in danger… But what about marrying me off to some stranger! You told me that father is bringing him here after he signed the papers. He’s to live here with all of us. Mother, we don’t even know him. Why would you let a stranger into our home?” You reason out, making exaggerated hand gestures to back yourself up. When your mother makes no effort to respond to you, you retort with a scoff and an eye roll.

“You’re so hell-bent on keeping me inside this place, claiming that it’s to protect me that you failed to realize that you’re putting all of us in danger by letting an unknown man live with us. Seems kind of idiotic to me.”

*SLAP*

You look at your mother with wide eyes as you hold your left cheek as it is stinging in pain. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. That was disrespectful of me. I’m sorry.” You scrambled to get away from your mother, ignoring her calls as you left your room to run down the long hallway and down the flight of circular stairs. You went out of the mansion and started running down a pathway towards the lake. You were so upset and focused on getting to your destination that you didn’t see a strange man coming out of a black SUV just as you walked out of the mansion.

You ran down the wooden dock, frowning at what you had said to your mother. You couldn’t believe how you acted just now. First, you disrespect your mother. Now, you hide yourself away like a child that got reproved for the first time. You clicked your tongue in annoyance, an action that you got from your father, as you paced around the wooden dock. “Of course, they were just trying to protect you, you stupid idiot.” You hit your forehead with your palms over and over before tilting your head backward to stare at the sky, not caring at how your eyes hurt at the blinding sun.

You closed your eyes after a few seconds, sighing out as you figured that you should probably go back. Your so-called husband was supposed to arrive today. You start to walk back when your foot slipped and suddenly, water enveloped your body.

You fell into the lake.

You would think that being locked up in a big mansion would give you a lot of time to learn how to swim but with your luck, no one ever thought you how so now you couldn’t do anything but drown.

Your arms flopped around you as you kicked your legs all over the place just to get some air down your lungs but you only found yourself sinking further down. You couldn’t even scream for help because you know that if you did, you would only be swallowing a whole lot of water.

Before you could lose your breath entirely, something grasped your flailing hand. You would’ve screamed if you weren’t pulled out of the water. Turned out, it was a hand. Not some kind of creature from the fantasy movies you’ve watched.

You were sitting on the wooden dock, gasping for air when the sound of an annoyed huff caught your attention. You tilt your head up to see a man looking down at you with an annoyed expression. Your brain started clicking and then it hit you. He must be your husband.

“You’re here early.” You whisper, looking down. You weren’t sure how to act around him. Around your husband. You would base it on the movies you’ve watched but so far, those movies were nothing like your life. You were sure that if you tried to act like one of the characters there, you would look like a complete buffoon.

“So glad to know that I’m married to a dumbass.” He cuts your thoughts off with a sneer.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall and drown like that.” You remember the lessons you had. About not engaging in someone else’s hostility. You looked down in embarrassment. You’ve never been called something vile like that so you must’ve made him really upset. He scoffs before shaking his head and leaving you on the wooden floor as he walks away.

After that encounter with your so-called husband, you never really saw him again, even though the two of you were living in the same house. It was a few weeks after the drowning incident and you made sure to not tell anyone about it and you only hoped that Steve (you had to learn his name from your mother) didn’t tell anyone about it either. You and your mother are in good terms again and she’s currently in your room again, telling you how she and your father are to spend a few months in Prague to deal with a few business hiccups. You didn’t bother to ask if you could come with but you did bother to complain about them leaving. “You’re leaving me alone with a stranger under the same roof as me?” You exaggeratedly widened your eyes at your mother. “Oh, stop it. I’ve gotten to know Steve myself. I’m sure you’ll be safe with him. He seems like a nice guy. Although, I think your father gets a little bit on his nerves.” Your mother giggles to herself and you look at her with an amused grin. “You’re closer to my husband than I am with him.” You joked which earned a sympathetic look from your mother.

“Talk to him. He’s your husband after all.” She caresses your face. You hold her wrist as you push your cheeks towards her hold. “I’m pretty sure he hates me, mother. I have a feeling that he’s scrupulously avoiding me.”

“How about you bake him something, hmm? You’re wonderful at baking!” Your mother grins at your excited reaction to the mention of baking.

“I do love to bake…” You hummed in thought before giving your mother a faux pointed look. “Alright, I will bake but only because I love to bake. So if he doesn’t want to socialize with me, then so be it. I wouldn’t care.” You huff proudly as your mother looked at you with a grin and a hint of playfulness in her eyes.

“What is it?” You ask her.

“Why do I get the feeling that you want to impress Steve?” She chuckles at your stunned expression.

“You have completely lost your mind, mother. Haven’t you got a plane to catch? Go on. Say hello to Prague for me!” You push her out of your room, her laughing at your antics before placing a kiss on your forehead and leaving you to yourself.

“Ooof!” You hissed as your finger touched the hot tray when you were pulling it out of the oven. You were making the third batch of cookies and somehow, you managed to burn your finger now. You quickly pulled the mittens off before putting the hot finger into your lips, as if sucking the pain away is possible.

You heard footsteps coming over and when you turned your head, you saw Steve looking at you with something you couldn’t comprehend. “H-hey.” You pulled your finger out of your mouth before hiding it behind your back like a kid. You tiptoed over the counter to reach the plate of cookies before walking over to him. “I made cookies. Would you… like to try some?” You moved the plate closer to his face but he only scowled at you before taking your right wrist and surveying your hand. He found the finger you were sucking on earlier and muttered something under his breath. You thought you heard him say ‘dumbass’ again like the last time.

“Put cream on it.” He grumbled before leaving the kitchen. You glared at his back until he turned back around, making you wipe the glare out of your face before smiling bitterly at him. He walked towards you with a dark look until he was inches away from you. The position you two are currently in made you realize how tall he is. How he’s towering over you and how his biceps are poking out of his shirt. His crystal blue eyes are staring deep into your soul and you were almost hypnotized by it. You gulped in nervousness. You remember all the things you told your mother about this certain stranger that could possibly be a danger to you until he smirked and took the plate of cookies from the table before walking out once more, leaving you gaping at the door in confusion as your heart was beating faster than normal. From fear or something else, you do not know.

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Steve was deep in thought as he chewed on the cookies she made. It was really delicious and he hated that he liked it. He did his best to avoid the girl. He’s trying his best to avoid the girl. He did his best to hate the girl so things would be easier for him. He’s trying his best to hate the girl. He didn’t have time to babysit her. Her father is not someone he wanted to have ties with but he is. Steve didn’t want anything that has to do with that man and that includes her.

But why is it so hard for him to keep her out of his mind?

The first time he saw her, she had that cute little frown on her face but he found his heart skipping a beat at the sadness in her eyes. He knew he would regret following her but then he didn’t. He saw her as she fell down the dock and he didn’t know why he felt like his world stopped when he saw her gasping for air but it did. It took him his best efforts not to just dive into the lake to save her. Instead, he took her flailing hands and easily pulled her out of the waters. He wanted to keep her warm when he saw her shivering on the wooden floor but he suddenly remembered the deal. His worry was quickly converted into anger and annoyance so he managed to leave her alone, something heavy in his chest as he walked away from her.

He hated the way she made him feel so he avoided her like a plague. Their home was big and avoiding her was really easy. It was stopping himself from going near her is the hard part. Her mother is the total opposite of her father. Her mother is a nice woman and living with the Y/L/Ns didn’t feel like a job other than her horrid father. Steve got to learn more about her through her mother. She talked about her so dearly. Steve felt his heart fall at the mention of her not leaving the mansion. It sounded like she was an animal caged in better surroundings. Steve realized why she acted so differently when he’s watching her. She seemed so… innocent.

Then he caught her baking cookies. It took him his best not to run towards her when he heard her hiss in pain. He watched as she tried to hide her injury from him. He didn’t know if he found it cute or annoying because she shouldn’t hide injuries from him. From anyone. If she was injured, she should get it to check as soon as possible. Then she offered him cookies. Steve swore that his heart leaped in adoration but he took the offered plate in front of him as a chance to check on her hand. He observed her fingers, internally flinching as he saw the burnt area on her index finger. “Such a clumsy little girl…” He muttered under his breath. Steve caught himself though. Why was he so worried about her? He quickly composed himself and dropped her hand. Before turning to leave. He heard her huff and he couldn’t help but to chuckle at that. He turned around to see her frowning at him only to have her eyes widened in surprise. She gave him a stubborn smile as he walked over to her, teasing her and testing her to see where her cuteness could go. Where her STUBBORNNESS could go. Did he really just say cute?

When he thought she had had enough, he smirked and took the plate of cookies before leaving.

The plate of cookies that he’s currently munching on.

The more Steve thinks about it, the more he’s realizing that he couldn’t keep her out of his mind. It was impossible.

The more he sees her, the more he wants to be with her. The more he sees her, the more he wants to protect her because it seems like she has a way of putting herself in danger.

So innocent.

So pure.

He wanted her and he didn’t know if he could control himself anymore.

A week has passed and things with your husband seemed to have gotten better, if one is optimistically speaking.

He no longer avoided you so that’s better than before. He doesn’t acknowledge you much though. He only speaks to you to correct your every move. Called you out when you were walking barefoot around the mansion, mocked you when you walked around the docks, and even demanded you to leave the kitchens alone because according to him, you don’t know how to properly use it.

He only ever opened his mouth to speak his mind of his distaste towards you and you were starting to miss the times when he completely avoided you.

But you ignored the insults and kept your head high up. You aren’t going to sulk. Especially not when someone’s clearly made it his goal to make you feel just that.

That’s why you’re currently making pasta. Ignoring his demand and continuing on having adventures in the kitchen. You just finished making the sauce so now you just have to cook the pasta. You took a pot that was way bigger than your head and proceeded to fill it with water from the sink.

You struggled to carry it over to the stove, letting out a relieved sigh once you managed to set it down. The problem though, the bottom of the pot somehow got stuck on the burner plate. You clicked your tongue in annoyance before grunting and attempting to pull on the heavy pot. It remained stuck so you exerted more effort, succeeding but managing to tilt the pot towards yourself. You let out a yelp as the cold water inside the pot spills all over you.

“Y/N!”

You felt his hands before you heard his voice.

——

Steve heard clanking noises from the kitchen and he just had to roll his eyes at the thought of her prancing around the kitchen. Didn’t he tell her to leave the kitchen alone? He’s just trying to stray her from the harm she could put herself in. Not that he would ever admit that out loud.

He walked into the kitchen, just in time to see water spill over her from the boiling pot. His blood went cold as he felt his heart stopping. “Y/N!” He rushed over her knelt body, covered in water. He cautiously touched her face, being careful not to hurt her possibly burnt skin. Why can’t she just listen to him? He told her not to work in the kitchen for a reason.

As he touched her seemingly cold cheeks, he watched as she looked up at him with an innocent confused look. “Steve?” Her voice was so meek yet it made his ear start to ring as his heart started to beat back to life. She must’ve seen his frantic expression because her eyes widened in realization before she’s shaking her head and pointing at the fallen pot. “I haven’t boiled the water yet! See? I’m fine. I didn’t burn myself.” She had the audacity to smile cheekily at him and he didn’t know if he should be leaping in joy with her or reprimanding her for being so careless.

Steve clicked his tongue at her, something that he must’ve picked up from her, before leaving the kitchen with a huff. Something that he’s been doing a lot whenever he’s with her.

——

After he left, you took a seat on one of the chairs, recalling what just happened a few moments ago. He thought you were stupid enough to pour boiling water all over yourself. Does he really think you’re that stupid? He looked so worried though. You smiled at the thought of him possibly caring about you.

You let out a short squeak when you felt something falling at the top of your head. A towel. Steve wrapped it around you until your head was the only part exposed. “Whatcha grinning on about, little girl?” His voice was stern but there was a teasing tone in it. You looked up at him as he watched you. You shook your head before furrowing your eyebrows when he bought the pot towards the sink, filling it with water.

“What are you doing?” Your voice is small as you asked him.

“Can’t trust you with this. You might boil yourself the next time you even try.” He clicked his tongue before effortlessly bringing the pot to the stove and lighting it up. After that he walked back towards you and sat at the chair beside you, turning himself to stare back at you.

“I thought I made it clear when I told you not to work in the kitchens?” He mockingly tilted his head before raising one eyebrow at you. You stared back at him, not knowing what to say so you just tilted your head down like a chided kid.

“Uh uh uh…” You felt his long fingers under your chin as he tilted your head back to face him. “What’s the matter? Did you manage to burn your tongue as well? Hmm?” You didn’t know why but the way he was talking to you is making you feel something unfamiliar in your stomach.

When you didn’t answer, he put the hand that was on your chin to the side of your mouth, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Your eyes fluttered when he managed to poke his thumb into your mouth and pressed it down your tongue gently.

“Seems pretty alright for me…” He mumbles. You watched as his eyes widened in surprise when you sucked on his thumb absentmindedly. You realized what you were doing and stopped immediately. “No. No, don’t stop. Do it again.” He watched you with bright eyes as you hesitantly sucked on his thumb once more, feeling your body warming up at the current situation.

He slowly pulls his thumb out before rubbing it around your lips and leaning his face closer to yours. You could feel your heart panicking in fright or in excitement, you weren’t sure. You saw him close his eyes before he let out a sigh. He pulls away from you then ruffles the towel on your head. “Why don’t you go ahead and put dry clothes on? I think the pasta’s ready.” He grins before walking back toward the stove to start preparing the meal.

You stumbled to your feet, mindlessly walking towards your room with a clouded mind.

What was that all about?

All Steve could ever think about was her. Her beautiful lips. Her eyes that glisten with innocence. Her nose twitches whenever she’s focused on something. The way she fits in his hold. The way she reacts under his touch.

He couldn’t forget about the way she sucked on his thumb unknowingly and the way her eyes became hooded from his touch. It’s obvious that she had no idea what was happening and what she was feeling and that only fueled his hunger more.

The thought of her being hurt made him furious. It made him protective. He wants to protect her at all costs because not even the ends of her hair should get hurt. No. Not on his watch.

Steve couldn’t take her out of her mind even if he wanted to. That’s the problem. He doesn’t want her out of his mind anymore. He doesn’t want to avoid her anymore.

Steve accepted it.

He knows that he wants her and he knows that she’ll be able to have him wrapped around her precious little finger if she wants to.

He realized how she has a tight hold over him without even knowing it and he’s accepted that fact.

He’s ready to do everything for the girl and she doesn’t even know it. He’s ready to give her everything he has and everything he is.

He’s ready to give himself completely to her. Of course, it is if she’ll have him.

After that encounter with Steve, you finally followed his instruction and stopped trying to make various meals in the kitchen.

You were craving cake so you asked one of the cooks to bake you a cake. That’s why there’s a whole cute pink cake in front of you at the kitchen counter.

You’re currently staring at it, thinking it’s too precious to destroy and eat but after a minute of your mouth watering, you give up and run your index finger on the sides until it is covered in icing.

You licked your finger before sucking on it and humming at the sweet taste of the icing while your eyes are closed. When there is none left on your finger, you take your index and middle finger before sliding it on the sides of the cake to gather twice as much as the previous one.

Your eyes are closed and lips parted slightly apart, ready to suck on your fingers one more time when a hand grips your wrist. Your eyes fly open to see Steve holding your hand while he’s looking down at your face with a boyish grin. Your eyes widened for the second time when his tongue darted out of his mouth and started licking the icing off your fingers.

He was staring at you as he continued to lick the icing and you were starting to pull away when his lips parted wider to start sucking on your fingers. You’re frozen in shock as your eyes twitched at the sight of him sucking on your fingers.

You feel your heart drop when he starts groaning against your fingers. The unfamiliar feeling in your stomach made itself known again and you bit your bottom lip anxiously at the strange feelings you always get whenever Steve’s with you.

Your eyes follow Steve’s lips as he pulls your fingers out of his mouth with a silent pop. He looks at you with a smile before furrowing his brows. “Did you bake this?”

“N-no! I had someone to bake it for me.” You’re quick to let him know that you didn’t make the cake. He smiled again and you just realize how giddy you feel when you’re able to make him smile like that.

“Really? So you finally listened to me?” He chuckles when he sees you nod shyly at him. “Aren’t you a good little girl.” He cooes before looking at the cake with a smirk. “This cake is really delicious…” He leans back to stand straight and you nodded at him in agreement. “I wonder…”

You let out a loud squeal when he suddenly puts his hands under your arms before pulling you up and sitting you down on the counter. You look at him with a stunned expression. “Wha—“

“But I bet you taste better than this cake.” You couldn’t respond because he immediately connects his lips with yours, making your eyes pop out in shock as he continues to attack your mouth. You let out a small whimper when you feel his tongue pushing past your lips and roaming around the inside of your mouth, tickling the roof of your mouth.

You start chuckling against his lips and he stops, looking at you in confusion. “You’re tickling me…” You point at the top of your mouth and Steve’s frown turned into a grin. His hand found their ways on the top of your knees and then he’s pushing them apart. “I know a place where I can tickle you... I’m sure you’ll like it.” He pulls you closer to him so you slide against the counter. He carefully pushes your shoulders until your back is laying on the cold kitchen counter. You feel him hiking your skirt up and pulling your underwear down before he sets your feet back on the counter, knees bent, and far apart.

You could feel him breathing against your skin and you could feel your body running hot while the hairs on your body stand in attention. You feel something wet run against your skin and you yelp as you sit on your elbows, looking at Steve alarmingly. His face was just in front of your core and tongue is just retreating your skin.

“Wh-what are you doing, Steve?” You bite your lip as you watch him stand up until he’s face to face with you. “I’m trying to make you feel good, baby. Do you trust me?” He presses his lips against yours and pulls away, waiting for your answer.

“I don’t know…” You admit, stomach dropping at the sadness that flashes over his face.

“Then let me show you that you can trust me. Can you let me do that?” He looks at you and smiles when you nod at him. He presses his lips on you once more, pushing you against the kiss until your back is back on the counter. He pulls away, pecking you one last time before going back to press kisses in between your legs.

He licks up your skin, hands pressing down on your hips when you begin squirming around. You feel his mouth sucking on the bud before flicking his tongue over it. He doesn’t stop until you’re whining under him, unsure if you want him to stop or to do something else.

“What do you want, little girl?” He breathes against your core, making your legs shiver at the sensation.

“I don’t know…” You whine, eyes staring at him as he stands over your body. He raises his right hand, fingers fluttering in display as he gives you a questioning look. “You want me to use this on you?” You could only nod in desperation because the feeling of emptiness when he pulled away from you is becoming too much.

“Good girl.” You hear him whisper before going back in between your legs. You feel his fingers playing with your bud instead of his tongue and it feels overwhelming when he uses his tongue to press it against your entrance.

“Mmmhm” You close your eyes in delight as he continues to play with you. The familiar feeling in your abdomen makes itself known once again and this time, it’s stronger. You need more.

“P-please…” You mutter under your breath, pulling on Steve’s hair to catch his attention. He looks at you with a proud smile before asking. “What is it? You need more? Want me to put my finger inside you, is that it?”

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Steve smiles when she nods her head eagerly. So innocent, can’t even tell him what she wants. What she needs.

He rubs on her clit a few more times to wet his fingers before lining a finger against her slit. He looks back at her as he starts pushing the finger in, slowing down when her hand grips her arm.

Steve groans at the tightness of her walls against his finger and starts to slowly pump it as he watches her face contort into a pleasured frown. When he feels her loosening up, he adds another finger that earns a low moan from her. Steve stiffens for a second when he feels his pants getting tighter in the crotch area. His cock is begging him for attention but he pays no mind, focusing on the angel in front of him.

He spreads his fingers apart inside of her as he leans down to start flicking his tongue against her clit, smirking against it when her thighs shiver against his head. He feels her breaths starting to become uneven and he knows that she’s just about to cum so he doubles his effort, sucking her clit harshly and curling his fingers inside of her.

Her back arches off the counter and Steve hooks an arm under her to pull her up and press her against his chest. She shakes against his hold as he helps her get through her high. She slumps against his hold, head falling down the side of his neck.

Steve tilts his head to look at her face, eyes hooded and forehead sweating. She looks so adorable like this. “That cake gave us such a rush, huh?” He chuckles before hooking her legs around his torso and hugging her body close to his. He feels her dozing off as he carries her to her bedroom.

He lays you down on the bed and tucks you under your blanket before studying your face. So peaceful. So relaxed. A smile forms on your face and Steve finds himself smiling as well.

“Goodnight, my sweet little girl.” He presses a kiss on your forehead before walking out of your room.

It’s currently four in the afternoon and Steve is currently sitting on a couch in the massive living room, thinking about the night he has planned for him and his little girl.

After that time in the kitchen, things have been great with them. It’s been a few months and he became someone he didn’t know he could be and it was all for her. He wants nothing but the best for his girl. He gives her the ‘special treatment’ or ‘reward’ whenever she asks for it. She’ll do something nice for him to receive his special kisses but Steve knew that he’ll give her anything without her working for it. He just likes the attention he gets from her when she gets a little needy.

Steve feels his crotch stirring under his pants at the thought of eating his little girl out. He always eats her out and makes her putty with his fingers but his cock remains abandoned.

He didn’t think she was ready. He didn’t want to scare his girl. He’ll wait as long as he needs until his little girl’s ready for him. For the time being, he’ll make sure to keep his little girl happy and satisfied.

Steve’s thoughts were cut off when his little girl walked in front of him with a weird look on her face, a phone held against her right ear. He sits up in attention, his body becoming alert at the way her face scrunches up in fear as she looks at him.

“What’s wrong, little girl?” His voice is a whisper but his tone is hard.

She looks at him with a frown before handing him the phone. He looks at it and listens to her as she speaks.

“Father called… Which is weird because he never calls when they’re on a trip. Let alone a business trip. He told me that the trip would be a few months and I didn’t think they would be in some kind of situation after being gone for almost seven months… They’re usually gone longer than that. But then that guy—” She points at the phone in Steve’s hand before continuing her explanation.

“—That guy took the phone away from my father when he’s explaining something to me about telling something to you, Steve. His name is Rumlow and he’s got a very foul mouth—” He watches as her nose scrunches up, probably at the memory of the man’s words on the phone but Steve didn’t care about that. He’s worried about Rumlow talking to you. Through your father’s phone at that!

Steve presses the phone against his ear before asking who’s on the other line.

“Ahh, Rogers… Where’s the little brat? I thought she’s enjoying the things I’m promising her. Told her about how my cock will make her cunt cry—” Steve feels his blood boiling at the way Rumlow is talking about his little girl.

“What are you on about, Rumlow? What are you doing with that phone?” Steve cuts Rumlow off, voice so harsh that he sees her flinching at his tone. He smiles at her before ushering her back to her room.

“You see… Your girl is supposed to be mine. I saw her first but imagine the surprise I got when I ask her dear daddy for her hand and he tells me that she’s married to a Steve fucking Rogers.” Steve hears Rumlow’s bitter laugh before hearing her little girl’s father groan in pain, no doubt that he took a blow from Rumlow.

“I just want a simple deal here, Rogers. I’ll text the address and I expect to have the girl and a bag filled with… I don’t know, ten million dollars? If you’re too broke then just bring the girl. I’m sure she’ll make the lack of ten million with her pretty little cunt.” Rumlows cackle was heard along with the cries of your parents. He must’ve held them as hostages.

“Do that and her parents stay safe. Be here at 9 pm sharp or it’s bye-bye for her lovely parents. Tik-Tok, Rogers. Tik-Tok…” Steve almost crushes the phone into pieces in his hand when Rumlow hangs up on him. Rumlow holds your parents as hostages and dares to speak about you like that. He’ll fucking kill him.

The phone buzzes and he sees the address Rumlow sent him. They were no longer in Prague. They’re back here...

Steve makes a move to call his best man, Bucky, when he hears sounds coming from her room. He quickly runs over, throwing her door open to see her shoving a bunch dollar bills into a huge bag while a phone is pressed against her neck and her shoulder.

Steve’s heart falls at the sight of tears falling down her face. She must’ve heard everything with the connecting phone lines. He sighs before walking over to his girl and steadying her by holding her shoulders in a firm grip. “Everything will be alright. I’ll call someone to fix the problem. They’ll clear the building, catch the bad guy, and then your parents will be home in no time!” Steve gives her a smile but it doesn’t work. Her face is still wet with tears as she shakes her head in disagreement.

“No! The b-bad guy will harm my parents if he sees your men without me! I don’t w-want anything bad happening to my family, Steve. I-I don’t want that!” He pulls her against his chest as he sobs and shakes against his hold. Steve runs a comforting hand on her back before sighing in defeat.

“Fine. We’ll save your parents but I have to call my friends for backup. And you have to stay as far away from the fighting. I’ll have my best guy, James, be with you the whole time. You can trust him, he’s my best friend. You need to stick with him because he’ll keep you safe, got it?” He gives her a firm yet gentle look, jaw clenching when she nodded eagerly at him before continuing to fill the bag with cash.

He makes his calls and in no time, they’re driving towards the address Rumlow sent him.

Steve parks the car a few miles away from the building where her parents are being held as hostages. He looks at his little girl who’s currently wearing sweatpants and his hoodie which looks pretty big on her. He smiles at the sight before letting out a shaky breath.

“You gotta stay here, okay? I promise that I’ll get your parents out safely. You don’t have to worry about them because I’ll protect them for you, okay? You trust me, little girl?” He watches her as she reluctantly nods her head. He sighs at that before handing her a pistol gun. “You know how to use one?” He asks, surprised to see his little girl nod. She must’ve seen his surprised look because she looks down before explaining, “I had basic shooting lessons.” He smiles at his little girl before nodding.

He gets out of the car before walking around and opening the door for his girl and helping her out. He sees James walking over to them and he nods at his friend in acknowledgment before looking back at his girl. “This is Bucky. He’ll keep you safe. Stick with him, alright?” He watches her girl as she observes his friend with her adorable curious eyes.

“The others are already surrounding the building. Backup is also ready. Just say something and they’ll attack. Good luck out there.” He smiles at Bucky’s words before kissing his girl’s forehead.

“Please stay safe, Steve.” His girl mutters and he feels his heart skip a beat at that moment. “I will. Anything for you, little girl.” He turns to leave, hearing his girl one last time before disappearing.

“That’s a nice-looking vest, Mr. Bucky.”

Everything was going well for Steve. Rumlow’s men are really weak and easy to take down and when Rumlow realized that, he ran. He ran away like the coward he is. He ran out of the building and that was that. At least, that’s what Steve thought.

He was able to see her parents and he quickly untied them, her mother thanking him endlessly while her father only grumbled his thanks once.

He was guiding the couple out of the building, surprised to see his little girl standing a few miles away from them with Bucky. He sees her eyes brighten in relief that made all his worries disappear.

He was walking with her parents when he heard the cocking of a gun beside his head.

“Not so fast.” A raspy voice speaks beside him.

Rumlow…

Before Steve could even move, a bang was heard. Followed by another bang that has his ears ringing in pain. He closes his eyes to ease the aching in his head or his body. Was he shot?

His eyes fly open when he remembers that his girl is also out in the open and his eyes quickly darts over towards her.

To his surprise, his girl is holding the gun he gave her earlier in his direction.

Steve quickly scans the couple near him for injuries when he hears someone groaning below him. He finds Rumlow laying on his back, legs bleeding while his arms are spread out.

He looks back at his girl, a sense of pride filling his system. His girl just did that.

He watches as his girl runs towards him with her arms wide open, ready to envelop him in a hug.

Steve grins before he hears Rumlow muttering and everything seems to be moving in slow motion.

“If I can’t have her… Then nobody can!” Rumlow spits before a loud bang go out.

Steve’s eyes grow wide when he sees the bullet piercing through his hoodie and into his girl’s chest.

His heart stops when he sees her falling down into Bucky’s arms and onto the cold ground.

Her mother’s cries filled Steve’s ringing ears as well as her father’s curses as he tried to console his wife.

Steve quickly kicks the gun from Rumlow’s hand before kicking the bastard’s face repeatedly until he’s unconscious. He releases all his anger on the bastard who shot his little girl by bending down and throwing punches down the unconscious man. He keeps punching until he sees Bucky carrying his girl towards them.

He pulls back from a bleeding Rumlow before running towards Bucky and taking his girl from his best friend. He brushes some stray hair away from her forehead before observing her face.

“Call the fucking ambulance!” He barks at nobody but Bucky follows his order, quickly fumbling with his phone and calling their mob doctor.

Steve was about to rip his hoodie off his girl when her eyes suddenly flew open, gasping for air.

Steve’s heart stops for a second, he doesn’t know if it’s from shock or relief but he’s grateful to see his little girl alive and breathing. He feels her wrap her arms around his neck, burying her face on the side of his neck as she catches her breath. He wraps his arm around her shaking body, gripping her tight and pulling her body against his like he’s afraid that she’ll slip away from his grasp.

“Mother. Father. I’m so glad you’re okay!” He hears his girl talking to her parents who are currently behind him. He should let her go to reunite with her parents but he doesn’t. He keeps her against his body.

“Are you okay, dear?” Her mother asks and he feels his girl nodding against his neck. His girl finally pulls away from him before tugging on the hoodie she’s wearing and pulling it up to reveal a bulletproof vest.

Bucky’s laughter fills the air and everyone turns to look at him. “You little genius!” He exclaims before pointing at his little girl. “She kept bothering me about my vest and didn’t stop until I gave her one! Ah... You got yourself a keeper and a smartass, Steve!” He continues to laugh, her parents soon follow Bucky until everyone is laughing as well.

Everyone’s laughter is cut off by Rumlow waking up before gasping for air just like you were a few moments ago.

He pulls his girl against his chest, blocking her view from Bucky who gets his gun out before pointing it towards Rumlow’s head.

Steve covers his girl’s ears before another bang goes out. The last one for the night.

“I’m really fine, Steve. Dr. Banner said I was fine! No scars and all, see?” You pull your hoodie up to assure him. You watch him stare at your skin, probably looking for scars before he forces your hoodie down with a frown as he bites his lip.

“You can’t just pull your shirt up like that. People might see.” His hushed and commanding voice makes you gulp and nod apologetically.

You look around as he walks the both of you towards the lake. “But there’s nobody around, Steve.” You whisper, looking down at the dirt as you walk with him.

You feel his warm fingers under your chin before your head is tilted up so you’re looking directly up at him. “You really are a smartass, huh?” He smirks, feeling your body warm up against his hold before throwing his arm around your shoulders to continue walking.

Steve holds you close as the both of you walk down the dock under the darkness of the night. He stops just at the end of the dock before turning to face you.

You admire his face, looking so enchanting under the light of the moonlight. “You remember the first time we met?” He asks, grinning at your embarrassed reaction which is you chewing your bottom lip. He caresses your face before running his thumb across your lips, stopping your teeth’s attacks on your lips.

“How you’re taught to shoot a gun but not how to swim will always be a mystery.” He chuckles, smiling down at you and you watch him as he does just that. He’s just so pretty to look at.

“You really scared me tonight, little girl…” His sad tone made your eyebrows shoot up in worry. “I-I didn’t mean to, Steve! I’m so sorry.” You frown at yourself but he brushes his fingers on the wrinkles you made between your eyebrows which makes you relax just a bit.

“I was supposed to be the one protecting you. Not the other way around.” He lets out a sigh before looking at the water. “But thank you. Thank you for doing that. And for trusting me. I know you were a little hesitant with trusting me but you still did. So thank you for that. It means a lot.” Steve looks back at you and smiles. You feel your heart fluttering at his smile but it also breaks at his words. You wanted to tell him that he’s wrong but you are cut off by a bunch of lights.

You gasp at the lights that start to flicker all around you. You do a slow full 360, looking at the trees that are covered with fairy lights, the side of the docks are covered with lights as well, and the darkness is soon replaced by a whole bunch of lights. Your heart starts to jump when you hear slow music playing in the background and it feels like every time you do a full 360 turn, something new presents itself.

Everything seems so magical, so pretty and so… Something straight out of the fairytale movies that you watch.

You turn to face Steve again only to find him gone. You frown before looking down to see him down on one knee, a red velvet box in his hand which he holds towards you.

You feel yourself grinning with so much joy running through your system and you can’t help but to let out a squeal when the velvet box opens to reveal a very pretty diamond ring.

“Little girl… Will you make me the happiest man alive by marrying me?” He asks, uncharacteristically shy which makes you giggle. You start giggling more which makes Steve lick his lips as his eyes flash his nervousness.

“Steve, you’re so dumb.” You mumble through giggles.

“Huh?” Steve slowly stands up, looking at you with sad eyes.

“We’re already married! We both signed the papers!” You point out the obvious, stopping your giggle fit before kissing him on the lips.

“Don’t be sad, Steve… I accept your proposal… Even though we’re already married.” You giggle once more before letting him put the ring on you.

He guides you until the both of you are sitting on the edge of the dock, feet dangling down the water.

“I just wanted you to have a normal yet magical experience even just for a moment,” Steve whispers after a few minutes of silence.

“That’s kind of useless.” You automatically say.

“What? Why?” Steve feels his heart fall at your words. Is he doing this whole thing wrong?

“I already feel like that whenever I’m with you.” You state, looking at him like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Steve feels his heart beat an extra mile but he also feels relieved that he’s indeed doing it right.

You grin at the sight of Steve blushing in front of you. You never thought that the man who was so hard on you the first time you met was going to be a blushing mess in front of you right now.

“Hey, Steve?” Your voice cuts the thin air and he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“You know how I saved your life earlier…” Steve smiles at your bashful expression that he finds so adorable.

“Mhmm…” He nonchalantly hums.

“Well… I was thinking…” You bite your lip in nervousness and embarrassment at the question you’re about to ask him.

“What is it, little girl?” His voice is matched with a chuckle as he gives you a grin.

“Can I have a reward for that?” You blurt out.

Steve feels his cock stir in his pants at her words. He bites his lip before standing up and helping her up as well.

“I’ll give you everything you want, little girl. It doesn’t have to be a reward. You ask for it, you get it, is that clear?” He gives you a questioning look before smiling when you nod eagerly at him.

“Now, what is it that you want as a reward?”

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He trails kisses from your forehead to your nose, nose to your cheeks, cheeks to your neck. He purposely skips your lips with a grin and starts feasting on your neck. He licks and sucks on a spot he knows too well, earning an adorable squeak from you when he teasingly bites on the skin. “S-Steve!” You gasp, hands going straight to his head, fingers sliding through his soft hair. He continues nipping on your neck until your head tilts back and a quiet moan escapes your lips.

He pulls away to look at you and then smirks.

“You want me to give you those special kisses for your rewards?” He cocks a brow before smiling when you nod your head eagerly at him. “Y-yes please.”

Steve wastes no time to pleasure you. His little girl.

He dives for your glistening core and groans in pleasure at your taste. He uses his tongue to stimulate you through your clit, enjoying the way your body shakes under his hold.

Steve listens to your moans and whimpers like a song and uses it as motivation to keep you a writhing mess under him. “Please, S-Stevie…” He hears you cry under him, reaching your hands towards his hands and pulling it closer to his face as he tongues your clit.

Steve chuckles at your needy behavior but complies, not missing the nickname leaving your lips. Anything for his little girl.

Steve easily enters a finger into your wet core, groaning at your warmness and wetness before adding another finger. He sees your face contorting into a mix of pleasure and pain. Steve leans down to kiss your clit and flicks his tongue faster to distract you from the pain.

“A-aah” He watches your eyes rolling back when he begins to spread his fingers inside you. Another finger enters and you’re crumbling against his fingers, walls closing around his fingers as you cum undone under him. He pulls away from you before reaching for your face and kissing you hungrily. He smiles against the kiss when he feels you return the kiss with the same hunger.

He feels you pulling away and he lets you, frowning a little when he sees you looking at him timidly. His hand carefully reaches for your face, knuckles gliding down for cheeks smoothly. “What is it, little girl?”

He watches you bite your lip before looking at him with half-lidded eyes. “I w-want to give you special kisses too…” Steve freezes as he feels his cock getting harder than before. He feels your hands reaching for his member, giving him a look before gulping. “C-can you teach me? I want to make you feel good too…”

Steve doesn’t know which is beating harder; his cock or his heart, maybe both… Probably both. You do that to him. Only you. His little girl.

Steve finds himself gulping as well. “You don’t have to, litt—”

“I want to!” You’re quick to cut him off. Almost eager, he notices. He lets out a nervous laugh before nodding. “Okay, okay… I’ll teach you.” He doesn’t miss the way your eyes light up from his approval. He smiles at you before guiding your hands that’s currently holding his hard member.

“Just do this gently…” He guides your hands up and down his shaft, head going crazy at the sight of your hands not being able to cover his huge cock. He bites his lip, willing himself to hold on and not cum on your hands so early.

“C-can I kiss it now?” He looks down at you, sitting on the mattress as your innocent eyes look up at him while he stands on the ground. “Go ahead, little girl. Try it.” He encourages you, smiling when you press a quick kiss on his tip. His jaw clenches when you press another kiss, longer this time.

Steve’s eyes flutter when he feels your tongue dancing around his tip. You begin to lick along the shaft and then under, making Steve groan wantonly.

Steve lets out a frustrated huff when you quickly pull away from him. “I-I’m sorry. I was just doing what you did to me. I-I didn’t mean to hurt you!” Your eyes are teary and Steve realized that his moans made you think that you hurt him.

He sighs before leaning down to your face, giving you an assuring smile before kissing your nose. “You didn’t do anything wrong, little girl. You’re doing everything right. In fact, you’re doing so great that my friend down there couldn’t help but to go wild under your touch.” He points at his member before grinning at your widened eyes.

“I’m going to guide you. There’s no reason to be afraid. If you want to stop, just tap me and we will stop. We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, okay?” He waits for your response and lets out a breath of relief when you nod.

He stands back up, putting your hands on his behind and guiding your face just in front of his cock. “Open wide, little girl.” He sings and grins when you do as told. He holds the back of your head but never pushes you, leaving you to go at your own pace.

You push yourself forward, taking him halfway before pulling back and pushing yourself back to him. His moans of pleasure push you to do more so you do. You swirl your tongue on his tip as you bob your head, smiling at the loud moan that leaves his lips.

“You little tease…” He breathes out, his grip on your head getting tighter but not enough to hurt you. He feels the vibration of your laughter on his cock and he lets out another cry of pleasure.

Feeling confident with yourself, you push yourself forward until his tip hits the back of your throat, making you gag.

He helps you as you pull away from him, looking down at you with his flushed face. He studies your face, eyes shadowed with lust, making his heart do somersaults. He wipes the tears on your face before saying, “Breathe through your nose, okay?” He watches you nod and chuckles when you go back for his cock, taking him deep at a slow pace and staying there for a second before pulling slightly away. “That’s my good girl…” He moans as you continue to take him, teasing his tip with your tongue when he suddenly pulls you away from him.

“Did I—” He cuts you off with a kiss, groaning against your lips and pushing you until you’re lying on your back with him on top of you. “You did great. I just want my cum somewhere else…” He catches your lips when you bite on them, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth.

He pulls away, guiding your body until he’s kneeling between your thighs, one hand on his cock while the other is on your thigh. “Is this okay?” He asks when he places the tip of his cock on your slit.

You gingerly nod, whimpering when he slides his cock on your sensitive clit. “P-please…” You have no idea what you’re begging for but he seems to know what he’s doing.

“Do you trust me, little girl?” Steve asks, looking at your face with hopeful eyes.

“Yes, Stevie. I trust you.” Steve’s heart warms up at how fast you answered his question. He nods before sliding a few more teasing thrusts into your folds and clit before slowly sliding his tip into your slit. He stops to look at your face that’s contorted into a frown. He leans down your face to kiss your frown away and kisses your lips as well, hoping to distract you from the pain.

Steve pushes his cock deeper when he feels you relax under him. He pushes slowly and stops when he’s fully in, groaning when your walls hug his member tightly. “Fuck!” He hisses before looking at you. “You okay?” He asks, smiling when you nod at him, eyes closed. He kisses your lips before pulling halfway and thrusting into you once more, earning a little whimper from you.

“How are you feeling, baby?” You try to ignore the nickname, opening your eyes and looking straight at his eyes. “G-good. Please move, Stevie.” You press your palms against his chest. He pulls halfway out before shoving himself inside you again, repeating this action until you’re moaning loudly under him and clutching his biceps for support.

Steve feels your walls fluttering around him, alarming him that you’re close. He knows he’s close as well so he helps you reach your peak by rubbing your clit with his fingers, groaning at how your walls tighten around him.

Steve listens to your cries of pleasure as your walls clamp down on his cock as you cum, making him cum as well and milking him. Your body shakes under him and both of you breathe heavily as you try to catch your breath. He falls to your side, his arms enveloping around you to pull you against his chest into a warm and strong embrace.

“It’s official. We just consummated our marriage... I’m all yours just as much as you’re all mine.” He stares at your face, watching your eyes as you fight yourself from falling asleep.

“I fucking love you, little girl.” He lazily says, brushing your face with his fingers. You stare at him sleepily, listening to the beat of his heart.

“The fuck is he doing?” Your father grumbles as he watches Steve prance around the kitchen.

“He’s making our daughter breakfast. I think our daughter broke him.” Your mother snickers at the way your father looks at Steve in disbelief.

“You tellin’ me that he touched Y/N?!” Your father fumes, getting ready to walk up to the man in the kitchen before your mother stops him.

“Oh, hunny. Would you stop that? They’re married. And Y/N is an adult. They both are. They can do anything they want. And I can see that Steve really loves our daughter. The way he acted after Y/N got shot. Not to mention the part where he literally saved our asses. Your ass.” Your mother berates your father who just huffs in response before leaving. Your mother chuckles before following her husband, ready to give him a piece of her mind.

“You made cookies without me?” Steve’s heart flutters as you pout at him. “I want to make cookies too…” You mumble under your breath. You just woke up from your sleep when Steve entered the room with a plate full of cookies.

“I didn’t want you getting into any accidents, little girl.” Steve chuckles when you take one cookie before grumpily munching on it. He watches as your eyes light up before covering it up with a frown. “Will you stop calling me little girl?”

“Never.” He simply says. You huff and Steve couldn’t help but to chuckle at your cuteness.

“Your cookies aren't even that good. I make better cookies.” You mumble before taking another cookie from the plate and munching on it. Steve raises an eyebrow at you before shaking his head. “I know you do, little girl. I know you do.” He smiles at you before making a move to sit beside you.

“No! Wait! Stay there.” You point a finger at him before fumbling around the sheets as if looking for something.

“You okay?” Steve asks, eyes shooting open when you jump out of the bed to stand in front of him, only the sheets covering your body. You realize this and quickly pull on the hoodie from last night before looking back at Steve with a grin.

“Hi,” You start, earning a confused look from Steve. “Hello?” He chuckles when you look at him with so much excitement that you’re literally bouncing on your toes.

“I want to give you something.”

“What is it?” Steve watches your fist as you hold it against his face before opening it, revealing a gold ring that looks to be vintage or a hundred years old.

“Where’d that come from, little girl?” Steve whispers.

“Can I put it on you? Will you marry me too?” You ignore his question, too excited to listen to anything. Steve laughs before nodding, watching you with adoration as you giddily put the ring on him.

“There! So pretty! You’re so pretty, Stevie!” You continue to admire the ring on his finger when he takes your chin with said hand, making you look up at him.

“Thank you, little girl.” He leans down to press a kiss on your lips before pulling away with a smile.

“My father gave it to me.” You blurt out, making Steve’s eye widen just a bit.

“Your father?” He asks, not sure about what’s happening.

“Yes. He came here earlier. Told me that you deserve the ring and that you should never make him regret anything?” Steve listens to you, you obviously don’t know what your father did but it’s enough for Steve to understand.

“Oh… And Stevie?” He looks at you, smiling and asking you if you need something.

“I love you too.” You grin at him.

Steve stares at you for a moment before feeling tears sliding down his cheeks.

He makes a quick move towards you, pulling you in a tight embrace and pampering your face with kisses.

“I love you, little girl. Thank you for saying it back.” He mumbles against your hair before pressing a kiss on your lips once more.

“Stop calling me little girl!” You grumble against him.

He only chuckles at you before shaking his head. “No. You’ll always be my little girl.”

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a/n: omfg if you finished all that, congratulations you just wasted a whole lot of ur time but thanks for wasting it on me 3;-)

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A hair’s breadth

Javier Peña x Female Reader

Summary: Javier and Reader can’t help but be at each others throats. Javier gets fed up with the teasing one night.

A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s my nineteenth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days!!! Sorry this is out late- I had a job interview!! (I got the job! 🥳) This is based off of this and this request! There’s not as much Spanish in this one- though one day soon I want to try to write all the dialogue for Javier in Spanish- (I am trying to learn how to be better at it im just very nervous I’ll get it all wrong 🙃) Please feel free to drop me a message in my inbox here (I promise I don’t bite) Thank you for reading and hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Protected Sex (wrap it up especially with Javier lol), Fingering, Hate fucking, Public sex (who’s surprised), Hair pulling, Choking, Mirror sex

Main Masterlist Word Count: 1.9k

“Do that again I dare you.” Javier had you pushed up against the wall of his apartment, with his hand around your throat. How you had gotten in this position was as a result of one of your regular fights you often had with him.

This time it had been over something even more petty than the last time. You honestly couldn’t remember exactly what had started it. It had been something to do with some obscure line in the paperwork you were filling out while over at his apartment late at night past embassy hours. What had been a small issue then turned into a full blown argument, snapping and yelling at each other until it reached its peak.

Javier knew that he shouldn’t have said that just by the look on his face while he had a hand around your throat. You had slapped him after a misogynistic comment, which then had him slamming you up against the wall.

“Fuck you!” You yelled, but did not move to get out of his grip. He was about to respond with probably another biting comment when you were both interrupted.

You both looked over to his front door when there was incessant knocking, which was probably only from one person. “Hey Javi! Do you or Y/N want to go out for a drink tonight?” Steve’s voice being shouted through the walls confirmed the source of the knocks. You were glad his door was closed, otherwise this would've been an awkward situation to explain to your coworker.

Javier looked back at you one last time with a hard look on his face; it was a normal occurrence for you to receive that type of look from him. You smiled despite his hand around your throat as you had gotten what you had wanted, you had succeeded in riling him up.

Steve knocked again, this time a little harsher. He didn’t look away this time, eyes narrowing in on you further, like he was trying to decide if he should release you from his clutches. Though, it wasn’t that you were completely helpless, you could force him off of you if you wanted. But, you wanted to see what he would do.

“Are you going to answer him?” You goaded, biting your lip when you finished speaking, eagerly waiting for his response. No verbal comment came from him, instead he released the hold he had on your neck. You slumped a little, not out of pain as his hold hadn’t been that tight, you had just been surprised when he released you so quickly.

“Lo siento…” Was mumbled under Javier’s breath. You wondered if he meant for you to hear it or if he said it only to ease his conscience.

Javier walked over to the door to swing it open with you in tow, luckily already recovered somewhat from his hand around your throat. Steve jumped slightly when Javier opened it forcefully, then smiling when you both responded to his question, albeit gruffly, “Yeah, sure.”

—-

Javier clenched his fist hard while you took a drink, smirking into the glass was the only indication that you knew exactly what you were doing. You had spruced yourself up a bit to go to the bar, slipping on a dress you had just bought recently and putting on a pair of high heels. As soon as you had appeared back downstairs where Steve and Javier had been waiting for you his jaw had clenched hard, just like his fist was doing right now.

You were sat at the edge of the booth you had all congregated in, Javier was right across from me and Steve was by the window absentmindedly drinking a beer. He didn’t notice how you were sat slightly to the side, inching the dress you wore higher just to see Javier’s fist clench more.

“I’m surprised you guys were actually working together without me there.” Steve scratched at his jaw. We both pretended to partially focus back on him for a moment, Javier’s fist dropped much to my disappointment.

You glanced over at him then giving him one of the biggest lies you’ve ever told, “We’ve found a way to- resolve our differences.”

Javier took an angry gulp of whiskey, somehow it was possible that he was now even more pissed off at you then before. He opened his mouth to probably say something backhanded as usual, but Steve steamrolled him unintentionally, “Well- I’m glad, the office is kinda painful to be in when y’all are having one of your arguments.”

“Well hopefully we won’t bother you anymore.” Javier finally got a word in and it was just as snippy as expected.

You then downed the rest of your drink in one gulp, a little tipsy now from the few drinks you’d had so far. A dull thud from you setting the glass down on the table was swallowed by the noises of the other customers and employees around you. You got up, fed up with getting only little responses from him, “I’m going to the bathroom.”

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“Javier what are you doing?” You asked incredulously when he entered the women’s restroom, but weren’t given an answer. You didn’t pull away when he pulled you close, dipping his head to suck a hickey on the underside of your jaw. You only keened into his touch, you may have hated him, but it did feel amazing. Your teasing had worked

“I told Steve I was going to the bathroom too.” Giving a quick summary before continuing his assault on your skin, “You drive me absolutely crazy.” He spitefully said into your skin in between sucking and biting your collarbone. You didn’t care enough to respond, he knew you felt the same. In a flash he pulled your dress off of your head, exposing all of you except what was covered by your bra and underwear.

When he then gripped his fingers around the fabric of your panties and ripped them off, you gasped in anger. He then ran his fingers through your folds, stopping at your clit to run small circles into it. You were still angry about the ruined panties on the floor, and the fact that with just a few touches he was proving why everyone fell at his feet after they slept with them. “I liked those!”

“You seem to like this too.” His fingers sped up their movements, alternating between hard and light pressure. Your orgasm was building embarrassingly quickly, you almost wanted to hold it back so Javier didn’t get a big head. It felt too good though, and you didn’t have a lot of time.

You were both a hair’s breadth away from getting caught, Javier’s fingers continued their movements with no thought. Steve was drunk, he might even be asleep right now. But, one wrong move and he’d hear Javier fucking you in the bathroom.

“Javier!” You shouted, not thinking about the volume, when he pulled his fingers away from you just as you were about to fall off the edge. He then brought his wet fingers to his lips, sucking off any evidence of your arousal. It was hard to be mad when he looked so hot doing that, even though your clit was throbbing now.

“Need to fuck you now- this’ll take too long if we wait for you.” You wanted to snap at him again, his comment flippant and somewhat rude. That was until he pulled his cock out of his pants, already hard just for you. Your mind switched gears after that.

“Condom?” He grunted in response to your question, then pulled one out of his wallet. You were about to ask how long it had been in there, but with the rate he fucks, you doubted it had been there for long.

Once he slipped it on he commanded, “Bend over.” You scoffed, about to retort that you’d never bend over for him. But, Javier beat you to the punch, “I won’t ask again, I’ll leave you here naked and dripping.” You shuddered at that, your arousal was too much to ignore. So, you let him have one victory, hopping off the counter to bend over.

You caught sight of your disheveled state in the mirror, your legs buckling a little because of it. You already looked completely ruined by him, and he hadn’t done much besides fingering you. Javier must have caught you staring at yourself, and him if you were being honest, wrapping his hand around your hair to push you closer to the mirror. “¿Que? You like watching yourself? You like getting fucked while Steve and everybody else could hear you?”

You tried to nod your head, but with his firm grip on your hair while he began to sink into you, all you could do was moan. Once you realized that you were most definitely being too loud you stopped yourself making any noise by biting your lip hard. When the front of Javier’s thighs hit the back of yours he leaned forward to whisper angrily in your ear, “Yeah- you do like this.”

His pace was rough, but not sloppy, quick thrusts that had your ass rippling from the force. This was going to be a quick and dirty fuck, Steve would soon come looking for us if we didn’t get our orgasms over and done with. Besides, all you were looking for was a release, being with Javier for more time than was necessary just sounded like a punishment. Despite the pace he was keeping up, he still managed to keep your head right where he wanted it, looking directly in the mirror.

Your orgasm was building up again, even faster than before since you were already sensitive. At one point when your eyes began to roll back as you got closer Javier snapped that you should keep your eyes open.

“Come on, cum.” He growled out once he noticed how close you were, “Cum while Steve is out there- wondering where we went.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at that, your orgasm crashing over you. Javier reached his own peak while you were riding out your own, filling the condom, gripping your hair and hip hard as he did.

Once your highs had abated he pulled out of you with a groan, quickly tying off the condom while you were still bent over and recovering with gasped breaths.

“Hey Javier?” You asked right as he began to turn around to go, letting you put your clothes back on and clean up in peace.

“¿Sì?” He turned around to face you again, looking much more put back together than you were with your makeup still smudged. You had the remnants of the panties he had ripped off of you dangling on your finger.

You wrapped your other hand around his belt he put back on, pulling him back closer to you so you were both chest to chest. You then stuffed the scrap of torn fabric into the front pocket of his jeans until they were completely hidden.

“Now you get to sit right next to Steve while they’re in your pocket.” He gulped a little and you gave one last remark before turning back to clean up your makeup, “And, you’ve got to pay for a new pair, I liked those.”

Though he boiled your blood as you walked back to the table where he had joined Steve back at you realized you were only a hairs breadth away from not hating him.

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jiminspjm · 3 years

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stuffed full + namjoon k.

pairing: kim namjoon x reader

word count: 5.4k

genre: smut, some fluff at the end hehe

warnings: 18+! size kink, unprotected sex, namjoons fat dick (he’s huge oops), use of daddy … im sorry, pet names, breeding kink, mating press, oral, fingering, nipple play, i used the term daddy IM SORRY, praise kink, cockwarming, use of ‘whore’, dirty talk, this is filthy and this was basically an excuse to write smut because im a whore <3

sypnonsis: “i want every single piece of you.”

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dedicated to @rmverse i miss u and hope u are well muah, my favorite namjoon hoe 👹 <3

namjoon couldn’t keep his hands to himself. muffled moans came from your mouth as he kissed you. tongues clashing, as his large body pinned you against the elevator walls. his hands were stuffed down the front of your panties his fingers flicked your clit.

“hhh-namjoon-!” you whined, as his plush lips began to trail down your clavicle to the neckline of your sundress. how long was this elevator ride?

your voice fell on deaf ears as namjoon slipped his fingers inside you, scissoring them against your tight walls. with his freehand he pulled down the front of your dress, taking one of your pert nipples into his mouth. a ragged moan came from your lips as you felt your legs wobble from the sensations of his tongue rub your nipple. looking up at you, namjoon felt his cock harden at your head thrown back against the wall, chest rising. he swirled his tongue around the peak, nipping it gently. pulling his fingers from your soaked underwear, he pulled himself away from you. you breathed heavily as you watched him slip his fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices. you kept eye contact with him. licking his lips namjoon grinned at you as he pulled your dress up, then trailed a hand to your neck, gently holding it as he leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

“im going to take you into your apartment, and make you come over and over, until you can only remember my name, would you like that little one?” namjoons deep voice rasped into your ear. groaning, you nodded as your hand found his massive bulge, straining against his slacks.

taking a deep breath namjoon swore under his breath as he pulled away from you just as the elevator finally reached your floor. grabbing your hand, he rushed you to your apartment, pulling out his own key you gave him. quickly inserting the key, he unlocked it and rushed you two inside. not even turning the lights on, he pushed you against the door, large body covering yours as he kissed you.

you heard a thump as you dropped your bag onto the hardwood floor, him quickly doing the same. teeth nipping at your swollen lips, namjoon groaned as your hand rubbed against his erection. his tongue licked around the seam of your lips, coating your arousal along your mouth.

“namjoon-ah! please can we go to my room?” you managed to get the question out as his lips trailed down your neck. licking the valley of your breasts, namjoon didn’t even answer as he picked you up, causing you to yelp as he wrapped your legs around his large figure.

kicking off his shoes, he navigated his way to your room in the dim lighting. after a few moments he entered your room, tossing you gently on the bed. the only light emitting was from the city that glowed through your floor to ceiling windows. your body bounced slightly, causing you to giggle. leaning back on your elbows, you could see namjoon smile at you, as his fingers traced down your legs to unclasp your sandals.

sighing as you felt him massage your sore feet, you laid down on the bed and streched your body. after a moment you felt the bed dip, and cool finger tips slid up your thigh, and under the hem of your dress. your breath became labored as you felt the fabric rest against your hips. you looked up at your ceiling, holding your breath.

“what cute panties you have on,” namjoon said lowly, followed by silence. “would be a shame if-“

before you could register what was happening, you felt the fabric snap. sitting up quickly, mouth agape you looked at your boyfriend.

“namjoon! you asshole those were my-!” before you could even get a sentence out you felt namjoons warm tongue on your drenched center. your words faded into a moan, as you gripped his hair, pushing his face further into you.

“oh fucking hell, please!” you don't even know what you were pleading for, namjoon chuckled against your pussy. pulling at his dark roots, you felt your legs begin to shake as he kept your thighs apart with his hands. plunging his tongue inside you namjoon worked the muscle, in and out, flattening it against your hole. you moaned, the noise echoing in the quiet room. you felt yourself clench as namjoons large hands squeezed the flesh of your thighs. his fingers began to trail up to your boobs as his fingers tweaked your soft nipples.

pushing yourself into him harder, you began to grind against him. his tongue pushed itself further into you, his fingers still plucking at your sensitive nubs. throwing your head back in pleasure, you released his head to grip the headboard. you pulled your lip between your teeth as you felt your legs shake from your boyfriends ministrations.

“fucking hell namjoon, please! y-you know they’re sensitive-!” you whined as he moved his face back and forth, ignoring your cries as he slapped your tit gently.

finally, pulling away from you, he slowly licked his lips, looking at you in the dim lighting. he smirked slowly, pulling himself up from between your thighs. leaning in towards you, he placed a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“you taste divine, little one.” he said, his voice husky and low. breathing harshly, you pulled his mouth to yours by the collar of his shirt, not caring if you could taste yourself. you kissed him deeply, as your fingernails dug into his dress shirt. namjoon groaned against your mouth as he grinded his clothed erection on your bare pussy.

“please let me suck you, please.” you whimpered against his mouth. namjoon felt his dick harden even more, he felt as if he was going to rip through his slacks. namjoon chuckled at you, making your center gush even more.

“sure baby, but not for too long, i still want time to sink into your pretty pussy.” he said, placing one last kiss to your lips. you smiled at him, as he pulled away from you to sit at the edge of your bed. with wobbly legs, you slid on the plush carpet in front of him. namjoons massive thighs were spread, as he looked down at you.

“such a good girl for me, want me cock that bad huh?” he said, leaning down. his hands pulled at the fabric of your dress, indicating he wanted it off. raising your hands above your head, namjoon pulled the dress off, tossing it somewhere in your room. you felt your hair tickle your collarbones, as you self consciously put your hands across your chest.

“ah ah ah, let me see your pretty tits, or you can’t have.” he said eyeing his erection. you slowly removed your hands from yourself, placing them in your lap. namjoon smiled at you, sincerely. “you’re so beautiful baby, all mine.” he said, pulling you up to straddle him. your small body was perched on his large lap as you hovered above him. you smiled as he pressed a gentle kiss on your collarbone.

“hey your distracting me mister, also why am i the only one naked?” you said with a pout. namjoons low voice chuckled at you.

“my bad, little one. on your knees for me okay?” he said, lifting you easily by the waist and setting you on the floor once again. nodding you sat back on your knees and watched as he ran his fingers through his long grey hair.

slowly, namjoons long fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one, revealing his tan pectorals. you felt your slick against your thighs as he pulled the shirt from being tucked into his slacks. you gaped at him, as his toned, large body is revealed. slight indents of abs showing through, shows he has been working hard at the gym. namjoon grins at your expression as he adjusts his chain around his neck.

“you are so out of my league.” you murmur. namjoon chuckles, large hands going for his belt.

“no baby, quite the opposite,” he says removing his belt and holding it in his hands. his slacks ride low on his hips, revealing the deep indents by his hips and the band of his calvin klein boxers. tossing his belt across the room, he then unbuttons his slacks and lets them fall. you practically drool as his large muscular thighs come into your view. your eyes wander to the very large tent in his boxers. eyes widening a bit, you feel your mouth water.

“its been awhile hasn’t it?” he says, kicking his pants to the side, and sitting on the bed. he leans back on his hands, muscles contracting as he looks down at you. gulping you nod at him, hands still in your lap.

licking your lips you say, “two weeks. you’ve been busy with your schedule.” you say with a shrug. namjoon frowns a little. he leans forward bringing a hand to stoke your cheek.

“im sorry love. i’ll make it up to you, i promise.” he says gently. you lean into his touch and smile at him.

“i know nams, im not mad.” you say seriously. namjoon sags in relief, pulling away from you, his dark eyes pool with lust. his hand goes to his large erection, gently palming it.

“come here, little one.” namjoon says, a deep rasp in his voice. you shuffle forward on your knees to fully seat yourself in front of him. his body heat makes you feel warm, perspiration begins to make its way to your neck. licking your lips, you look up at your boyfriend who towers over you even while sitting down. with shaky hands, you palm him through his boxers. namjoon groans as he leans back on his elbows. bicep muscles bulging as his breath becomes labored.

not wasting a second, you gently pull down his boxers. you feel yourself salivate as his fat cock flops out and against namjoons happy trail. sighing in relief, namjoon looks down at you, grinning smugly. hands rested against his thighs, you look at his memeber.

probably about the size of your forearm, his cock twitches as it lays a few inches above namjoons bellybutton. his tip is shiny with precum, and three thick, long veins line along the sides. his balls are heavy and full. not only is he impressive in size, but his girth. taking finger, you skim it up the sides as you rub the precum of his tip along the head.

“oh fuck, __ please.” namjoon begs lowly as he lays back fully. contemplating, you watch as your boyfriends chest rises and falls slowly. feeling your body grow hot you ask him.

“can i sit on it?” you ask in a small voice. namjoons breath falters and he quickly sits up. looking down at you, he quirks an eyebrow.

“why?” he asks, confused. you become shy, drawing shapes into his thighs you cough.

“it feels good, and i know you like it when i sit on you. plus it will prep me for when you actually fuck me.” you say looking at him under your lashes. namjoon mouth is slightly agape as he looks at you.

“christ, who knew you were such a whore for my cock baby?” namjoon says, pulling you up by your waist. the slick against your inner thighs is causing you to squirm. you wanted him in you, bad. namjoon shuffles back on the bed, pulling you with him, he lays back against some of your pillows, thighs spread out. he’s massive. sweat sheens against his strong chest, as he breaths heavily. gold chain resting haphazardly against his collarbones, as he rests his hands behind head. his cock lays on his thigh, a bit soft now but still thick and pulsating. you crawl between his thighs, nervous as you grab his member and gently tug. namjoons breath falters as he clenches his thighs, shutting his eyes he lets out a deep breath.

“let me take care of you, baby.” you say, straddling him. namjoons eyes, still closed he nods as he crossed his forearms over his eyes. you lower yourself onto his member, not putting it in yet as you grind against him. you both moan at the contact, as you put your hands on his chest, moving your slick cunt back and forth on his thick cock.

“oh f-fuck, that feels so good.” namjoon moans, opening his eyes to look at you. you stare at him, breathing slowly as your pussy grinds against him. his tip nudges your clit once in awhile making you twitch.

“your c-cock feels so good,” you whine, moving your hips faster. “i can’t wait for you to be in me, stuffing me full of you.” you say, as you brace yourself on his chest. namjoons breathing becomes extremely labored as he feels his cock pulsate under your wet pussy. he begins to grow harder.

“let me fill you up baby, shh its okay.” namjoon says, putting his hands on your hips, moving you at a slower pace. you whine more, as his tip prods at your nub. you look at namjoon as he sits up slightly, hands still holding your hips. “tell me if it hurts, okay?” namjoon says, rubbing gentle circles into your flesh. you nod, leaning forward to place a kiss on his mouth. reciprocating back, he kisses you sweetly, as he takes one hand to grab his member. you sigh against his mouth, as you sit up higher. he nudges his tip against your wet center, slapping it lightly a few times. “you’re so wet for me, kitten.” namjoon groans, teasing his swollen tip against your tight hole.

“only for you-!” not even being able to get the full sentence out, namjoon pulls you slowly onto his engorged head. digging your nails into his shoulders at the pressure, you let out a low moan as you feel yourself pop over his head. “oh fucking hell, namjoon.” you whine into his neck as you swivel your hips against his head, “it feels so good daddy.” you say, and immediately freeze. namjoons grip tightens on your waist and his breathing becomes labored. silence envelopes the room, only your breathing could be heard. before you could say something you feel namjoon thrust his length entirely into you, well most of it. throwing your head back at the intense pressure, you clench tightly around him. “ngggg-n-nam,” you can’t even get a full sentence out as namjoon grips your hips, to situate you fully on his fat cock. “s-so full.” you stutter, as you feel him in your bellybutton.

“fucking hell, __ you know what calling that does to me.” namjoon growls, slapping your bottom harshly then gripping the pinked flesh. moaning, you wiggle against him, feeling every ridge and veins skim your walls. “you’re so small on my lap, my cock barely fits in you. i can see the bulge in your stomach, little one.” namjoon whispers in your ear. you are still nestled around him, arms wrapped around his back, as his arms rest by your hips. “you like having daddy’s fat cock in your hole hmm? c-cant even fit all the way in.” he says, thrusting his hips up into you gently.

you feel fuzzy, as your clit brushes his dark patch of hair at the base of his cock. “i-i feel so full, so good namjoon. you’re so big, stuffing me full of your cock.” you say, rubbing your hard nipples against his chest. namjoon curses, gripping your ass tightly before spanking the supple flesh. gently he pulls you away from him so he can lay back on the pillows, his biceps bulge as he once again rests his hands behind his head.

“mmm, such a good girl. grind on my cock, get yourself off kitten. then i will fuck you and fill you with my cum over and over.” he says, slapping your ass harshly. you groan as the sting mixes with the pleasure of him deep inside you. he smirks at you, taking his chain in between his lips. you watch him, as his large body stretching back to watch you, hooded eyes lustfully flitting across your face. aware that your pussy is dripping around his large member you nod at him.

resting your hands on his stomach, you move for the first time. not confident enough to actually ride him, you grind back and forth— keeping him inside your heat. “oh-h that feels so good-!” you moan, as his tip brushes your gspot. moving slowly, you grind your clit against his pubes. you felt so full, so unbelievably full. namjoon watches you, using his cock to get yourself off. he felt his breathing get heavy. sitting up a bit he brings his hands to play with your nipples, tweaking one with each hand. he watches your eyes roll in the back of your head, as you instinctively roll your hips. namjoon feels his dick twitch as you slowly roll your hips against him, clenching like a vice.

“fucking, h-hell.” he groans, pinching your nipples harder. not being able to take it anymore, he sits up again causing you to moan at the sudden deepness. pushing up on his knees, he folds you in half. eyes widened, you scramble to hold the bedsheets. “im going to breed your pretty pussy, and make you cum. then i will take you from behind.” namjoon hisses. you look at him between your legs, feeling the burning sensation of your thighs.

“please, breed me daddy.” you whine, clenching around him. namjoon swears, before pulling completely out of you, making you hiss at the sudden emptiness before he slams his fat cock back into your tight hole.

“NGGH-NAMJOON!” you scream, as his relentlessly thrusts in and out of you. balls slapping against your ass harshly, as your boyfriend fucks you. he breaths heavily, his chain slapping against his chest. you feel like you’re gonna be split in half, and you love it. the bed squeaks beneath you as he thrusts your tight hole.

“yeah that's it, fuck, take it. like the good girl you are, you like daddy's fat cock huh? it barely fits still, your small cunt cant take it. your so tiny beneath me. i love it. seeing my cock move in your stomach, fuck. i love you.” namjoon says, thrusting quicker. sweat sheens his forehead, making his grey hair stick to it.

“hah! ah-i love you!” you cry. you feel warm breath fan your nipple as he envelopes the peak and sucks gently. he takes the other one between his finger tips and rolls the swollen nub gently. “n-namjoon, you’re so big, i feel s-so-,” you hiccup, not even able to get a sentence out. namjoon sucks on your breasts like his life depends on it. pulling away from your boob, he pulls away but continues to rub the swollen peaks with his thumbs.

“yeah, you like that? your nipples are so sensitive. fuck, i know you like when i play with them.” he groans, feeling you clench continuously around him. you feel a familiar wetness begin, whining you try and push his hands away.

“namjoon, p-please your gonna make me squirt-!” you whine, as his rubs his thumbs quicker. namjoon smirks down at you, drool trickles from the corner of your mouth.

“oh fuck! look at that, your creaming my cock baby.” namjoon teases. watching as a white substance coats his cock as he pulls in and out of you.

“hah! fuck y-mmm!” your insult is swallowed up by his lips as he plunges his tongue into your mouth, smacking his lips against yours harshly. he pulls away, a string of saliva keeps you connected.

“are you close little one?” namjoon asks, looking down at you.

“yes, but please make keep going. keep going, please, please daddy.” you beg, gripping the bed sheets tightly to the point you think they may rip. namjoon swears under his breath as he pulls your thighs down to rest on his hips.

“lay on your stomach for me baby.” namjoon rasps. breathing heavily, you nod sitting up. you feel namjoons dick begin to slip out of you as you turn around to lay on your stomach, but that feeling of emptiness is brief as you feel namjoons slide his wet dick snugly back into you. you feel your toes curl as his hands press themselves onto your hips. one of his thighs rests on either side of you, while one foot is planted on the floor. namjoon pushes down on your hips as he thrusts harshly into you, his low groans fill the room. your face is buried into your comforter as you feel his heavy sack slap against your wet center.

“nggggh,” your moans are muffled by the bed, as namjoon continues to thrust harder and harder.

“ugh,” he groans. the sound of skin slapping echoes through the room. as namjoon thrusts harshly into you. namjoons arms give out and he lays himself on top of you, being careful not to crush you with his large frame. you feel one of his hands snake up around the front of your neck, holding your head up and the other to roughly grab your breasts. you see yourself in the mirror that is situated by the door next to your closet. even though the lighting is low, you can make out the flush of your cheeks and how small you look under namjoon. “look how sexy you look as i fuck your tight hole.” namjoon moans into your ear, gently nipping at the shell. “i wish you could see my cock getting sucked in by your greedy pussy, so pretty.” he murmurs, tweaking your nipples. you can’t even let out a coherent response as he brings his fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. you gag slightly as he scissors his fingers along your molars. you feel like you are about to explode from all the sensations he is doing to your body, but the fullness of his cock is the one you feel the most. slowing his thrusts, namjoon pulls out causing you to let out a painful whine.

“namjoon, what the fuck!” you cry, as you turn your head to look at him. your boyfriends chest heaves, as he looks at you. only lust can be seen in his dark eyes. his cock looks heavy, and shiny with your juices. you feel your hole clench in want, needing to be filled up. slapping the bed, you whine looking at him. frustrated tears blur your vision, “why did you pull out?! i was so clo-,” before you can finish your complaint, namjoon stands at the end of the bed, grabbing you roughly by the waist he lifts you effortlessly. yelping, you wrap your hands around his shoulders to steady yourself as he walks towards your windows, which leads to the balcony overlooking seoul. he stands you up so that you are facing the windows, your legs feel wobbly as your toes sink into the carpet. you faintly see his reflection looking back at you, you let out a deep breath.

“place your hands on the window, kitten.” namjoon says in a low voice. you inhale sharply before placing your hands on the window, the glass becomes foggy due to you standing so close, and the cool glass makes your nipples perk. namjoon positions himself behind you grabbing your hips. before you can question what he’s doing, namjoon lifts your legs to wrap around his waist. you yelp, as your cheek presses against the glass.

“namjoon what are you d-!nng!” before you could protest namjoons tip enters into you, feeling yourself pop over his swollen head he pushes himself fully into your heat.

“ffffuck, yeah,” namjoon lets out a long groan as he watches his cock sink into you. “fuck, your cunt is so tight, even the third time i still feel like i cant fit. but your cunt can take it hmm? you want my fat cock in you all the time, don’t you baby? maybe next time i will fill both holes at the same time.” he says his finger ghosting over your untouched hole, you feel yourself clench. “oh? you like that, how naughty. maybe i’ll stuff your cunt with one of your toys and my cock too, would you like that?” namjoon says as he slaps your ass roughly. all you can do is whine, as the only thing holding you up is your boyfriend, as he pulls you back and forth on his dick. you feel your feet dangle next to his waist, you aren’t surprised your boyfriend could hold you up but from how sweaty you were getting you felt yourself losing grip on the window.

“namjoon-ah! im slipping, i can’t stay up,” you groan as he lands another slap on your ass. before you could chastise your boyfriend for putting your body in this position, he grabs you by your breasts, holding you to the front of his chest. you feel your back against his warm, sweaty chest as you look down where your connected.

“hmm, see that? i can see my bulge inside you, how cute.” he says, placing searing kisses along your neck. you tilt your head back on his shoulder as he tweaks your swollen nubs. namjoon grinds himself against you, relishing in the way your hole clenches around him. you breathing has turned short, as he pulls and twists your nipples. looking down you can see a bump right below your bellybutton. namjoon hums, “im going to sit on your bed, and you are going to ride me, okay little one? i like watching you squirm on my cock as its nice and deep in you. if you are a good girl, i will cum in you and you can sit on my dick and keep it nice and warm,” namjoon says, still fondling you.

“nng, yes namjoon, p-please let me cum.” you whine, bringing your hand to your clit, rubbing yourself as his cock pulses inside you. you hear namjoon swear lowly, as he walks back to the bed, sitting on the edge of it.

“turn around.” he says. pulling yourself out of him one last time, you turn to face him. muscular thighs spread as he looks at you. a smile comes over his face. “i love you, __. your pleasure is my priority. get yourself off on me once again, little one.” he says, with love in his eyes as he cups your face. a smile stretches' across your lips as you straddle him. “i love you nams.” you say softly, bringing him in for a kiss. lips still connected, you take his large member into your hand, guiding it to your pussy. teasing yourself a bit, you rub his head against your swollen folds. whimpering into namjoons mouth, he grips your waist and thrusts up into your heat once more. throwing your head back, your hands find his shoulders as you begin to slide up and down on his fat cock.

“so, s-so full,” you moan, as his tip brushes your cervix. namjoon pulls his plump lip between his teeth as he watches you ride him.

“you’re so pretty.” he says simply, as he takes on of your breasts into his mouth, “so beautiful, creaming yourself all over my cock.” he says, swirling his tongue on your erect nipple. the sensations from his tongue has you reeling as you bounce faster on his dick.

“close, so close, please!” you cry, you don’t even know what you are begging for. namjoon lays all the way back on the bed, taking his thumbs and rubbing them in circular motions on your nubs.

“cmon baby,” he moans, throwing his head back. “mm close too, come on.” namjoon says, feeling his cock pulsate inside you. you focus on the sensations from your nipples, as you lean back and place your hands on namjoons thighs, grinding on his dick as you feel him hit that one spot over and over. with one thumb on your nipple, namjoon brings his other hand down to your clit, rubbing in slow, circular motions.

you see spots of white and black as you feel your orgasm approaching, your moans become louder and louder as you milk namjoons cock.

“oh! oh! oh fuck im-!” you scream as you feel yourself come undone, juices spraying on the tuft of hair at his base, and along his stomach. namjoon swears loudly, as he feels you clench heavily around him. you feel yourself still coming undone as namjoon grabs your hips and thrusts himself in and out of you at an inhumane pace. you feel your breasts bouncing, the only thing you hear is skin slapping aggressively and namjoons low moans. through bleary eyes you watch as namjoon throws his head back as he continues to fuck his cock into you.

“n-namjoon please im sensitive!” you whine, as you lean back on his thighs, still feeling yourself come undone.

“fuck! __!” namjoon feels himself clench as he grabs your ass harshly, squeezing the flesh as he empties himself into you. you whine lowly as you feel your self become full of his seed. thrusting lazily into you, namjoon continues to empty his seed into your heat. you feel yourself cum once more, your juices mixing with his release. you let out a groan as you fall onto namjoons chest, both your bodies slick with perspiration and cum. namjoon pulls out slowly, but not before thrusting in and out a few times, milking your pussy.

“nam, please. i can’t feel my pussy.” you whine, slapping his muscular chest. namjoon chuckles, as he pushes his cock fully into you. you flinch at the sensitivity, but find yourself getting wet once more. you both lay there, as he lazily thrusts in and out of your cunt. you hum, feeling filled to the brim. with wobbly arms you sit up, making his cock sink fully into you once more. a chill comes over you, as you whine from the fullness.

“i thought you couldn’t feel your pussy, hm?” namjoon teases as he rests his arms behind his head. you roll your eyes as you lift yourself off him, whining at the rawness of your folds. you watch his fat cock flop onto his stomach. his seed pours out of you, slowly trickling down your thigh. “no keep it in,” he whines “you’re so warm.” he says, grabbing his cock and nudging your hole. snickering at your boyfriends neediness, you grab his somewhat erect member and bring it to your folds.

“mmmm,” you moan, as you sink slowly down onto it. “why do you have to be so big?” you whine, as you fully settle onto him, namjoon thrusts up into you. yelping slightly you send him a glare. “i agreed to sit on it, give me some time to recover, asshole. i think you broke my pussy.” you pouted, leaning forward to lay on his chest.

namjoon snorts, “impossible, your cunt was made for me.” he says, giving your ass a firm slap. whining, you clench around him causing him to groan. “please stop clenching or im going to tie you to the bed and fuck the shit out of you.” he says in all seriousness. you fingers fiddle with his chain, as he rubs his fingers along your spine.

“hmm, give me an hour then you can,” you say cheekily, earning another slap on your ass. namjoon sits up, sheathing himself further into you. his grey hair is wet against his neck and forehead, he raises an eyebrow.

“give me and hour then i will.” namjoon says, standing up with his dick still inside you. he walks to the other side of the bed, laying down with you on top of him. you wiggle to get yourself comfortable. namjoon watches as you squirm on top of him. “relax baby, i just want you to lay with me.” namjoon says gently, rubbing circles into your skin. looking down at him you smile before leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek.

“i love you.” you say sincerely, pressing another kiss to his lips. namjoon smiled against you, running his fingers up your bare back.

“hmmm, i didn’t hurt you did i?” he asks, eyes flitting across your body. you giggle at your boyfriends concern.

“does it look like you did, you nerd,” you tease, fingering the metal of his chain. rolling his eyes, he firmly slaps your bottom, making you squeak from the impact.

“be nice.” he scolds, pulling you close to his chest. you grin as you lay your head on his strong chest. silence envelopes the room, as you feel your eyes begin to flutter shut. namjoon rubs gentle circles into your back, lulling you to sleep.

“i love you too baby.”

- - - - - - - - -

SO THIS WAS PRIVATE FOR AWHILE BUT HERE U GO LMAO FOR NAMJOONS BDAY YAYYY <3

well, there u go lol. i am so shit at writing endings ;-; so i am sorry, but i start uni this week so i am not entirely off of my hiatus but i will try and be more active, i really wanna edit my theme and fix my masterlist so i will try and get that done this week slowly. updating links is so annoying. also kinda wanna change my user. but idk, so yeah! hope yall liked it, deadass had to read hella smut and look at twitter for ideas , im not gonna link anything cus ... im ashamed haha. namjoon got me outta my slump so thank him hehe, have a good day! <3

#namjoon smut #jungkook smut #bts smut #bts #namjoon x reader #namjoon x oc #jujutsu kaisen #bts namjoon #jungkook #bts fluff #namjoon #kim namjoon smut

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courtney-deserved-better · 3 years

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whats ur writing schedule/process like! not in a “write faster” way, but i think once you mentioned writing in script form? and i like the way you wrote ur most recent fic! just curious bc ur works are just really good :)

this is a great question!!

if its not slippery slopes, ill usually get an idea for something and periodically jot down notes when they come to me until I feel like i have enough information to start writing (or if im just motivated), that's what i did for my horror challenge rewrite. and for stuff that's like... rewrites of an episode that aren't as character-focused as slippery slopes, i usually read the episode transcripts and try to replicate that total drama style with my own writing

for shorter oneshots, i usually just get a vague idea and run with it until i find a good ending spot, then i go back and clean it up a bit so the structure works

slippery slopes is an... interesting cycle. chapters are getting long enough that i cant just write them in one sitting any more (i think ch5 was the last chapter i did that for) and instead ill agonize over the beginning (always the hardest part to write for me) but once i get going with that i usually finish the chapter within a few days. then i reread the previous chapter to make sure it flows ok (and there aren't any contradictions) and then ill give myself a break where i dont do anything total drama related before coming back to edit and post. though before I do all that I type up notes and rough dialogue bits

and then once i post it it's like... a weight off my chest? like ive been purged or something?? idk its a weird sensation but im just like i Physically Cannot Write Anything For This Right Now and i don't start on the next chapter until that goes away. and then i either start the beginning and do nothing for a week before going back and finishing the chapter or i go into a manic state and write nonstop for a few days. right now i haven't reached a point where im ready to begin writing chapter 10 but i have a lot of notes for it.

(also as soon as i finish posting a chapter i try not to go on my laptop for like 12 hours so i don't obsessively refresh my email for comments. i love reading comments so much holy shit. please comment guys it makes fic authors feel so happy we will love you for it)

as for scripts: i am working on being a writer professionally, but specifically a playwright. writing in a script format comes more naturally to me than writing prose. funnily enough, i started posting fanfic just to practice my prose (and fix stuff in cobra kai that i didnt like) but things sort of... ended up here? idk man but im enjoying it.

right, so because writing in a script format is easier when im really struggling with a section in a fic ill usually scrap whatever i had and write it like a script, then translate that into prose. i was very excited to write the family videos for chapter 9 of slippery slopes, but i was Having Issues, so i redid it as a script and then rewrote that as prose. ill put the script version under the cut if you're interested in that.

but thank you so much for the question!! i do think my writing process is a bit unconventional but hey i think things are turning out well! if you have any more questions feel free to send them in!!

ok here is the last scene of ch 9 of slippery slopes in script format:

[SIERRA]

MOM: Hi honey! Omigosh this is so exciting! I bet you’re having such a great time! Especially since Chris is there! Is Chris watching this? Hi Chris! You know, I loooved you on that ice skating show. Your hair was fantastic! Well, it always is, haha. Do you really make your own hair gel? I’ve been trying to perfect the recipe but you’re just so hard to track down! Oh, you’re such a funny guy! I laughed sooo hard when you made all those jokes about marrying Chef.

Chef: hey!

Chris: ok just for the record, I wasn’t joking, we are married, Sierra tell your mom we’re married

Sierra: …can we just turn it off please

[COURTNEY]

DAD: Courtney, sayang, I know you’ve been going through a lot right now—

MOM: So you’d BETTER make it count. You’ve made it this far before, I want to see you getting all the way to the finale this time. And winning it. Enough moping about those hideous, good-for-nothing slackers! That’s what you get for hanging around freaks like them. You’re doing this for the million, now get the million. Is that clear?

ZARINA: And kick ass!

DAD: Zarina!

Video cuts out.

Alejandro: courtney you good?

Courtney: no, she’s right. Mama didn’t raise no quitter

Alejandro: [knows she’s still upset about duncan and gwen]

[ALEJANDRO]

MOM: Hola, Alejandro. We hope you are doing well, especially in such unsavory conditions. I’m glad to see you’ve made it to the final four— we expected nothing less, of course.

DAD: You have been utilizing your skills quite well. Though I wish you hadn’t been so… blatant about it. You’ll have to work twice as hard once this is over to convince people you’re trustworthy. But surely you were aware of that going into this… odd endeavor. That’s just politics. Reputation is everything.

JOSE: [snorts] Oh, and what a reputation you have, Al. I could easily compile hours of footage of your failures, but I, unlike you, do not waste my time on the frivolities of reality television. Though you always have been lacking in taste. Especially with that bratty girlfriend of yours— oh, my mistake, aren’t you dating the whiny weakling? It’s so hard to keep track! [laughs]

Alejandro: callate!

MOM: I’m sure Alejandro is just working an angle on them.

DAD: Whatever the case is, do not disappoint us.

[NOAH]

MOM: Hi Noah, I’m sorry, I don’t have time to record a full video, but I’m proud of you! Here are your sisters!

ISWARI: A million dollars? A million [bleep] dollars? Win it, Noah! Win it!

RUTH: Dude!! This is crazy! I know you can do this— good luck! Ark misses you! [holds up Ark who barks]

MARA: Are you insane? Why aren’t you dating Alejandro already?

Noah: shut up, mara, just because you can’t keep a boyfriend—

ANYA: Don’t let ‘em trick you! No mercy! Crush their skulls if you have to— no, wait, you’re not strong enough for that. We’ll get there!

LIYA: I say this as your sister, someone who loves you but is constantly annoyed by you— for someone who is quite literally a genius, you sure can be an idiot sometimes.

BALLARI: Okay, I literally have no idea how you’ve made it this far without an athletic bone in your body— are we sure you aren’t adopted? I’m kidding

ABS: You’re stubborn as hell when it comes to me, so you better be stubborn as hell when it comes to winning! And when you do win, get me a frozen yogurt machine, will you? I promise I won’t make you rock climb again!

JAEL: If you lose this, I’ll kill you with this racket. And then use your guts to make myself a new racket. So don’t fuck it up. Again.

Noah: [frozen, ashamed]

Sierra: well that was a mess

Courtney: ok show of hands, who felt better after hearing that? [no one raises hands]

Chris: yeah I was expecting this to be a lot more heartwarming…

Chef: chris just look at them. If they had stable home lives they wouldn’t be doing reality tv

Alejandro: can we please stop talking about this. Also aren’t you supposed to be flying the plane

Chef: oh fuck

Chris: yeah sure. I think im gonna call my mom

Everyone: …

Noah: ok so that was really shitty. Why dont we all go to first class and try and ignore our problems

Everyone: yeah ok sounds good

***

Courtney: so that sucked

Alejandro: at least your dad seems ok

Courtney: true. What are your guys dads like

Noah and Sierra: bold of you to assume I know my dad. Jinx

***

Alejandro: that last girl… you mentioned a sister who does tennis and hates you

Noah: yep

Alejandro: why?

Noah: none of your business. but… it is pretty justified

#slippery slopes #ask #anon #total drama #writing #fic #my fic

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inkrabbit · 3 years

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Hi! So I was wondering if you could do a Sean Macguire x male!reader where they’re arguing because Sean unnecessarily risked his life and Sean tries to get out of the argument by saying ‘you’re cute when you’re angry’ and instead of reader getting all flustered and blushy, he gets even more pissed off and just says ‘oh fuck off’ then goes off to his tent. And a little while later Sean finds him and apologizes then promises to be careful and it just ends in fluff and sleepy cuddles before they fall asleep together.

Sorry this took so long! It's not the best, but I did what I could for the plot. Hopefully you enjoy <3

I'll work on the next request soon

Word count: 1,957

Sean had once heard that, in life or death situations, time would slow down. He laughed at those stories, wondering how that could be possible. Time and time again, life continued to speed by him and the gang with no intentions of ever slowing down.

That was until he had jumped in front of you, green eyes blown wide and his mouth hanging open, a strangled gasp escaping his throat. In that moment, time truly did seem to stop as he fell back. The yelling and cheering of the final O'Driscoll fell away, along with the gunfire as he slowly brought his hand up to cover his side. It hurt, and his blood stuck to his hand, warm and sticky as he gripped his jacket and skin in an attempt to stop the bleeding and quell the rising pain.

The sound of your panicked voice was the only thing that came through the white noise and ringing in his ears, still reeling from the damage. He barely registers that, in his daze, you've managed to get a clean shot off on the man who had originally wounded him. Now laying in only your presence, he let out a breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding in, shaky and filled with discomfort. Each breath he took, no matter how small, seemed to intensify the pain in his side.

“Are you okay?” Oh, but no matter how much pain he was in, that familiar goofy smile made its way to his lips as he stares up at you.

“Aye, I am now, love,” he chuckles softly, but his hand doesn't move from its spot. With arms still shaking from the adrenaline, you crouch down to help lift him up, just into a seated position. “Ah, watch it, lad! Still not feelin' meself, as ya can see!”

“I don't wanna hear it!” It wasn't often you shot back at him like this. Sure, he was used to the snooty remarks, and maybe the comments that would act as a slap on the wrist, but the roar in your voice made him feel like a child being scolded. He expected this from Miss Grimshaw, or Hosea; maybe even Dutch on a bad day, but to hear it from his boyfriend? Well, this was certainly new.

“I had it all under control!” you continue as you hook his arm over your shoulders and lift him up, ignoring the whining that reverberated in his throat. “All you had to do was stay behind cover, and you couldn't even do that!”

“Where's the fun in hidin'?” He tries to give you a cheeky smile as you two walk over to Ennis, and he notes how you're almost reluctant to help him up and onto his saddle. “'Sides, I was just tryin' to protect ya, love.”

“Oh, shut it,” Watching you mount your own horse, the two of you trot back to camp. Silence falls and Sean notices that you won't even spare him a glance. Still, he can tell by the way your brows are furrowed that now's not the time to make small talk. One hand grips the reins as his other covers the hole in his side. Maybe he would try saying something when both of you returned to camp?

To no one's surprise, Miss Grimshaw is the first one to start hollering across camp when she sees Sean struggling to get down from Ennis and the blood that soaked his clothes. She pushes right past you, demanding the Irishman to explain himself as she leads him over to the wagon. He can barely get any words out before the older woman starts talking over him. Being practically thrown onto the small stool, Sean peers around Miss Grimshaw as he watches you hand over the loot from your expedition.

Once more, a seed of guilt is planted in the pit of his stomach, but he doesn't have long to dwell on it before Miss Grimshaw is instructing he removes his clothes so she can take a better look at his wound. He moves slow, wincing as he feels the material try to cling to his body, and the pinch and burning pain as he moves.

“Just what were you thinkin'?” she demands as she picks up a cloth and some antiseptic. To the best of his ability, Sean shrugs.

“I just wanted to protect 'im,” he responds softly, sucking air in through his teeth when he feels the sting of the cloth against his side.

“You know Y/N is more than capable of handling himself,” He nods, almost sheepishly, as he avoids her stern stare.

“I know, but...” He watches you from across the way, standing before Dutch and Hosea as you rant, no doubt about his little act. You're stomping your foot and flailing your hands, your face red and your brows furrowed. He had never seen you this mad before. “Ya don't know what it's like watchin' people shoot at someone ya love.”

“Oh, 'course I do,” He finally turns to stare at Miss Grimshaw, green eyes waiting for her to continue. “You think Dutch and I were always safe? Things escalated more times than I can count. He couldn't take his way out of everything, even if he thinks he can.”

He opens his mouth to say something, maybe ask more questions, but his mind goes blank when you finally walk over with your arms crossed over your chest. The scowl is still cemented on your face, but that doesn't stop him from putting on that old, goofy smile and sending it your way.

“Ya look cute when you're angry, Y/N!” he teases, resting his elbow on his knee so he can bend over just slightly. He had high hopes you would give him something; a smirk, playful huff, or even a roll of the eye. But the way your jaw clenched only made his heart drop. Before he knows it, your hand is lashing out and smacking his cheek, jerking his head to the side. There's a ringing in his ear, and he barely catches the mild scolding Miss Grimshaw starts to deliver to you.

“I wouldn't be so angry if you weren't such an idiot!” Your tone is clearly angry, but he can hear that slight wavering in your voice; the slightest crack that he would've missed had he not been paying attention. His mouth drops open, ready to fire back in a desperate attempt to calm you down, but you've already turned your heels and stormed away towards your tent. He's left sitting there, a deep frown on his face.

“Oh, now look at what you've done,” Miss Grimshaw sighs, her eyes trailing you. “You just can't keep your mouth shut, can you?”

“I gotta go after 'im,” He plants his hand on the stool, slowly trying to lift himself up, but the old woman is faster. She grabs his shoulder and forces him back down, a wince coming from the man.

“Oh, no you don't!” Her face is hard, brows furrowed as she glares down at him. “Now, I think you've done quite enough for one day. You just let poor Y/N simmer down before you go botherin' him.”

“But I just-”

“But nothin'! You're stayin' right here!”

Maybe he would've argued more if his side wasn't on fire, or if the woman hadn't had such a brutal grip on the base of his neck to hold him still. His eyes followed your direction, and he stared at the closed flaps of your tent. He hadn't meant to make you mad.

The rest of his medical treatment consisted of him barely listening to Miss Grimshaw's rant. Something about him being more careful the next time he's out, and how he has to be more aware of his surroundings and not make such stupid decisions. He absentmindedly just nods his head, eyes still trained on your tent. He went over the conversation you two would eventually be having repeatedly in his mind. Should he just apologize? Should he try to explain himself? Should he just try and forget it all happened and keep going on as if everything was normal? He supposed he would figure it out when he saw you.

By the time the sun slipped behind the horizon, everyone had heard about Sean's little event and nice slap he had received. Of course some of the members had poked and prodded for more information, and other teased him about what had happened. He never told them, of course. Just rolled his eyes and brushed them off. But the whiskey he was offered as a sort of “get well soon” gift was more than welcome. It helped calm his nerves for what was to come.

When the last drop of whiskey hit his tongue, he tossed the bottle to the side and bid everyone at the campfire a farewell. Some had wished him luck, expecting him to be thrown out of your tent within seconds of entering just by saying something stupid. And truth be told, that thought had entertained him for a while. He was worried he would say the wrong thing and receive another slap, only to have you throw him out seconds later.

Standing outside of your tent, he gnaws at the bottom of his lip. It was now or never, he supposed. While the alcohol still coursed through his veins and gave him that little bit of courage, he reaches out and pulls the flaps apart. You're laying down on your cot with your back towards the entrance, paying him no mind.

“Y/N? Can we talk?” he starts softly, only to be met with silence. With a soft sigh, he steps into the tent and lets the flaps close behind him. His strides over are slow, worried you'll lash out at any second. “Look, I just wanted to tell ya I'm sorry. I-”

“Like sorry makes it any better,” He finally reaches the cot, taking a seat on the edge to reach out and rest his hand on your shoulder. “You could've died, Sean!”

“Well, I'm fully aware of that...” He holds his breath, worried he'll be met with more aggression. When you don't respond, however, he decides to continue. ��I just... I dunno. I guess seein' ya in trouble like that... it made me panic. I can't lose ya, Y/N.”

“So your first thought was to jump in front of a bullet?”

“My first thought was to protect you. Didn't matter what happened after.”

You slowly shift on the cot, sitting up and finally facing him. He can finally see your bloodshot eyes. Reaching out, he gently brushes his knuckles against your cheek.

“I just don't wanna lose you,” you sigh. A small creeps across his freckled face as he leans in to press his lips against yours.

“I'll try to be more careful.”

“You promise?”

“Well, best I can, love.”

He pulls you in for another kiss, this one lingering longer than the last.

“You ever do something stupid like that again, I'll kill you myself,” you murmur against his lips. He chuckles softly.

“I'd expect ya to, lad,” You help him slowly lay down on the cot next to you, letting his head rest against your chest as you ran your fingers through dirty red locks. He's softly complaining about the ache in his side, and you just remind him it's what he deserves after making such a stupid decision. Still, he gives you a smile as he promises to not pull another stunt like that again.

#rdr2 #m!reader #sean macguire #request #sean x m!reader #I feel like this started out decently good #and then it just got shittier as time went on

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