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goodness gracious 56. brb x oc

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, then SMUT. SMUT SMUT, FILTH MINORS DNI I WILL KNOW Rooster has a kink everyone already knew about

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1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13/14/15/16/17/18/19/20/21/22/23/24/25/26/27/28/29/30/31/32/33/34/35/36/37/38/39/40/41/42/43/44

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He forgot how good Christmas food was, a complete opposite of chugging eggnog from a carton alone in his bedroom. He had to admit he never had fish for Christmas’ Eve food nor seafood like this, he’s used to meat and at best chicken, but never fish. It was really good and Beatrice’s mother would always ask if he wanted more or if he was still hungry, it took Beatrice saying that “I think that’s more than enough mamma.” for her to stop.

But then she said, “I’ll set it aside so you can take it home!”

Bradley really liked this, it was so nice, he felt so welcome. Of course they all talked about things only they knew about and there were some inside jokes here and there, but he was invited to at least four fishing trips, six trips to Italy and several card games in a matter of seconds. Beatrice’s nephews and nieces were very tall for their age, especially the ones still in middle school like Trevor and Vanessa, the ones in college didn’t surprise him when it came to the stature.

He had to admit that remembering all of their names was a bit hard at first, but he got the hang of it quickly once he talked to them enough. They were really good, smart and talented kids, with the oldest one from Sabrina - Josh ,who was at least 6’2” at the ripe age of eighteen, easily towering over his parents - even saying he was going to study Aeronautic and Astronautics at MIT.

He really felt like he already belonged here, like this family was his own as much it was Bea’s. And he could live with that.

After a while, he turned to Beatrice when her family was busy talking amongst each other, “Bea, where’s the bathroom?” his girlfriend turns her head in his direction and smiles, pushing the chair back to stand up and telling him to follow her. They go back inside the house, walk through the same hallway as before then turn to the left where there was a decorated staircase with a tiny long legged Santa Claus sitting on the end of the banister. He follows Beatrice up the stairs, the lights turning on automatically when they do,tilting his head to where he could see more pictures hanging on the walls and a long hallway with five doors, three on the right and two on the left.

Beatrice stops by the first one on the right, opening it and turning the light on, “There you go.” she smiles, waiting for him to take a look inside. He wouldn’t take long, he told her, kissing her lips sweetly as the door closed behind him. While he was there, Beatrice couldn’t help but drag her eyes to the door closest to the one down the hall, the last door on the left side of the house.

Her feet moved before she could stop herself, turning on the door handle to reveal the room she used to sleep in before she moved out for real. While she lived on campus during most of her college life and balanced it with working for her uncle part time, she still came home every now and again, especially during summer break or if she had no classes she chose to go back home.

It was mostly empty since her things were now in her house, but her parents left the single bed she used to own right next to the wall with the same floral sheets and the colorful pillows she had when she was much younger. Her shelves were partially empty, there were some old books from her childhood she chose not to take with her when she moved out - she asked her parents to donate them but they refused. She gently touches the mint colored wallpaper with tiny flowers drawn on it, tilting her head up with a smile as she sees the space where her Jonas Brothers’ poster once was, leaving only the pins that held it up. She sits down on her old bed, stilling when she heard it snap and fearing it’d break - it was very old - but it wasn't, it was just the wood ‘waking up’ as her nonna would say.

Her old side table was still there as well, the drawers still have the Powerpuff girls stickers she couldn’t get out after so long. Beatrice hooked her finger on the bronze colored flower pulls and dragged the drawer open. It had a few things such as an old scrunchie, a pen and her old journal. Beatrice did a double take, she was sure she tossed that ages ago, grabbing it with some difficulty since it was a bit larger than the drawer space itself and the plastic cover appeared to have puffed up.

The gel inside thinned over the years, obviously, some of the glitter dried on the plastic cover exposing more of the mermaid drawing underneath. The journal didn’t have a lock anymore, it snapped when she was younger so she used to keep it tucked inside the drawer so no one would find it. She hasn’t seen that in so long, she could see the pages were used since the journal seemed larger than it was. The cover creaked when she opened it, smiling when she saw her name written on the inside and the date she got it before she flipped the pages with some difficulty.

They were dry and a bit flaky, some of them even broke when she moved them but she could still check what was written inside. Her writing was horrible back then, good lord, but she was also really young when she got it, so she could cut herself some slack. The first pages started simple, with a greeting or something of the sort, she remembered how she used it during the first years of middle school then stopped.

Until she started high school and she was surrounded by feelings and hormonal changes, some of them less appealing than others and that was when the bullying started. The pages went from happiness for starting high school to complete despair in a matter of months. She never mentioned it to her parents, she only wrote it down there and hoped for the best, hoped it would stop.

It seemed wrong to be reading this again on Christmas’ Eve, but she couldn’t help it. Even if it was barely a full glance she didn’t want to remember what happened before. She shouldn’t because she was a new person, with a new life and a new relationship with a wonderful man who was everything she ever wanted. She sighs, closing her journal quickly when she hears footsteps approaching her door, “Oh, Roos.” She breathes out in relief when the pilot appears on the doorway, looking around the room curiously.

“Is this your old room?” She nods and he turns his head to take more in, chuckling to himself at the stickers glued to the wall, digging his hands in his jeans as he gets closer to her on the bed. He sits down next to her, removing his hands from his pockets to interlace them between his open legs, “What are you doing?”

“Honestly,I don’t know.” she laughs softly, holding up the now closed journal, “I found my old diary, I really thought I tossed this away years ago. I guess I forgot it was still here.” Beatrice looks down at it with her face blank, running her finger on the plastic cover before she places it back inside the drawer, giving it a firm push so it’d stay inside.

Bradley drops his eyes to the now partially hidden journal, the voices of her family loud outside mixed with the music playing were weirdly soothing in the background, watching how she looked at it with her brows furrowed, “What’s got you thinking, gorgeous?”

Beatrice huffs out through her nose, “I wrote a lot of bad stuff that happened to me in there.” she murmurs, “It feels wrong talking about it during Christmas time, though…but I guess…” she bites her lower lip for a second, subtly shaking her head, “I don’t know, maybe it’s time I recycle that, I don’t think it’s good to keep it even if it’s not with me.”

Bradley scooted closer to her so she could lean on his shoulder, his lips pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “If you think so.” he begins, still with his lips against her scalp, “I guess the younger you would appreciate it.” he feels Beatrice’s soft laugh when her shoulders move, followed by a quiet ‘yeah’.

“But not tonight.” she says, straightening herself and pushing herself to her feet, offering him her hand. Her smile returned with full force, red lips curved up and cheeks flushed when he took it, interlacing their fingers together “Tonight is going to be filled with gifts, booze and maybe Michael singing Bella Ciao.”

“Bella Ciao?” he repeats, following Beatrice out of her room after she turns the light off, “From Money Heist?”

Bea chuckles, tossing a look over her shoulder, “In a way, apparently our great grandfather was part of the Resistance in Italy during WW2 against the Germans, he used to sing that song to my nonno when he was a child and in turn my nonno sang to his children.” she smiles softly, “Michael just really thinks he can sing and thinks if he sings that song we’ll agree with his weird ideas.”

“Ah.” They walk down the stairs, his head returning to the group of pictures on the wall, especially the one with the couple getting married. The groom had a mustache and slicked back hair and was winking to the camera while his wife - who upon further inspection appeared to be Beatrice’s nonna - hugged his arm as they walked out of a church. “Is that your nonno?”

She stops from going back outside to look back at the picture, a little smile on her face, “Yes, it’s my nonno Massimo and my nonna’s wedding day.” Bradley could see where most of the people in her family got their height, her nonno was clearly much taller than the people around them, including his wife. “It’s one of the pictures we have from their wedding actually. They lost most of them when they migrated to the US.” she explains and his eyes turn to another picture, this one with her siblings who were clearly younger in a circle on a grassy lane.

The one in the middle was Leonardo, who was the smallest of them all, and the hair color gave it away making it easier for him to identify who was who in that picture. On his lap lay a baby Beatrice, big green eyes wide and staring at the camera just like her other siblings were. There were other pictures of all the children through the years, with Beatrice’s graduation picture being the last one on the line and right next to the childrens’ pictures were the grandchildren, not to mention distant family members.

“Mamma! Michael pinched me!”

“I did not! Don’t lie! I didn’t even touch you, Marina!!”

“I’m not lying! Mamma, look it’s all red!”

The bickering made a laugh sputter out of Beatrice, “I told you it’d get loud.” She tugs him down the hallway back to the patio, where Marina was showing their mother a red bruise forming on her arm while their brother tried to explain it wasn’t even that bad and he even pinched himself to prove it wasn’t him. Bradley took notice that the other siblings either ignored or rolled their eyes at what was happening - Guillermo being the one who sighed the loudest.

Their parents, especially their father, rubbed his eyes with the tips of his fingers as his wife tried to see if there was a bruise or not, with the conclusion that it was actually a bug bite and not a pinch. Beatrice and Bradley sat back down, with the brunette biting her lips to hold back her smile as her siblings continued bickering like teenagers, much like they always did during reunions like that. It never escalated from a full argument, honestly it was incredibly funny how Marina and Michael were always the one who argued so often.

Claudia told them to stop the squabbling as she went back inside to grab the dessert. During the time they were inside, her mother had cleaned the table and placed the decorated plates she only used when they were done with dinner. “And I don’t want any more arguing!’ her mother’s voice returns, holding a large cake in her hands “So rude! It’s Bradley and Pamela’s,” Giovanna’s girlfriend, “first time here and this is the comportament you two show? I’ve raised you better than that.”

There are quiet snorts coming from the other siblings as Michael and Marina cross their arms and sulk under their mother’s onslaught. Claudia went back and forth inside the house to bring more sweets and hasn’t stopped giving her middle children a speech, only stopping completely when there wasn’t anything else to bring from the outside, “And that’s why you two will get the desserts last!”

“But–”

“Mamma!”

Claudia shushed them with a finger and a glare, making the two full grown adults sulk even more in their seats. Her angry façade immediately melted to a sweet smile when she turned to Rooster and Pamela who sat farther away, “You two will be the first,” and there was no backing out of it. Beatrice did say that maybe Bradley could choose what he wanted instead of her putting a bit of everything on his plate, “Oh, fair. Well, you can choose bambino, what would you like?”

Much like dinner, the options seemed endless, but he did end up asking for a slice of cake and a cannoli. He never had fresh cannolis before and he knew those definitely were. Claudia was more than happy and the slice she gave him wasn’t too big - because of Beatrice telling her so again. Claudia moved her focus towards her granddaughter’s girlfriend then, while Beatrice cut a slice of cake to herself, “It’s almond honey cake, by the way.” she explains while licking her fingers clean of frosting, “And there is a lot of almonds in it, you won’t miss it.”

“I never had a cake like that before.” he mutters as the rest of her family trades plates around, excluding the two siblings who just argued and were still angrily glaring at each other, “Your mom always does it?”

“Well, not really.” Beatrice smiles, placing a cannoli right next to her slice just like on Bradley’s plate, “She does it whenever we get new people in the family, like a new birth or…you know, a new relationship.” She whispers the last part with her cheeks red and he has to hold back from kissing her, his own chest warming just at the mention that this cake was made specifically for him and Giovanna’s girlfriend as a welcome gift.

Rooster lets out a soft laugh, his own cheeks flushing just a bit at the notion they already considered them to be part of the family. It really made him happy that he was now someone they trusted so much, especially with Beatrice.

They kept talking after dessert, her mother even making them coffee - which according to Bea was tradition to do - as the night went on. The second the clock struck midnight and it was officially the 25th of December, and half of the younger kids were snoozing back in the rooms inside the house, Bianca included, they shared their gifts. Beatrice told him he didn’t have to really bring anything for her siblings but he could bring something for her parents if he wanted to, which he did.

Bea’s father was a car aficionado and was fond of miniatures, so he got him a 1977 Ford Mustang miniature that was so detailed it looked like the real thing. Rafael was touched, very touched and even hugged Bradley as a thanks. Bea’s mom was easier, she liked scarves and gloves, anything that reminded her of the sixties or Sophia Loren, so with the help of Beatrice he managed to get her exactly that in different colors.

Claudia was thankful, almost tearing up and kissing the young pilot’s cheeks in such a motherly way Bradley felt like crying himself…then it was time for his gifts. He wasn’t expecting a lot, in his mind if he didn’t have to give her siblings anything, it also meant they didn’t have to give him anything.

But, he was wrong.

Because he did get gifts from pretty much all of her siblings, even Guillermo. He was a bit shocked, looking at the gift boxes in surprise and then at Beatrice who just smiled and told him to open them. He got new shirts, patterned and solid colors, new shoes, a bottle of grappa that Michael was sure he’d enjoy and a new denim jacket…and drawings from Bianca, obviously. Bradley just looked at the gifts in complete shock, he hasn’t gotten gifts in a very, very long time, especially so many, “I…” his throat felt clamped up from emotion, “...thank you, this is– thanks. Really.”

“It’s not done yet, ragazzo.” Rafael laughs, leaning under his seat to pull out his own gift. He had no idea how he managed to hide such a large box there for so long.“Here, open it.” Rooster stared at the older man for a few seconds, then opened the box after ripping the paper open. Inside the box was not only a complete grooming kit, but there was also a decanter set with his initials engraved in the glass bottle. “My tesoro said you enjoy whisky and have a specific routine to take care of yourself, so my wife and I thought this would be a good gift.”

Bradley was speechless. He looked at the gift for a few more minutes before he finally found the words, “...thank you,I really like this.” Was that an F-18 on the side of the glasses too? “It’s…it’s incredible, thank you so much.” he was smiling so wide his cheeks hurt, still looking at his very own decanter set!! Beatrice smiles, hugging his arm and kissing his cheek as he just couldn’t stop staring at the gifts he got.

They leave the Schiavoni’s house soon after the gift giving, Bradley again thanking everyone for the gifts before he and Beatrice placed what they got that night inside the Bronco in the best way they could, including the food. As soon as they got inside, she looked over at Rooster who was holding the steering wheel tightly, his mouth still curved into a smile before he turned the car on and drove off.

“That was…” he begins, moving his mouth without words, “I’ve– wow.” he chuckles a bit out of breath because of how much had happened in a matter of hours, “That was really fun, baby. It was amazing.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” she tried to ignore the anxiety bubbling inside of her as she remembered what was going to happen as soon as they got home. She inhaled deeply, playing it off as if she was looking at the Christmas decoration instead of calming her quickly beating heart. Just having that smile on his face was more than enough for Beatrice for right now.

When they got back at her house and she helped him bring the gifts inside, she bit her lip hard watching her boyfriend drop the boxes and bags beside her door, rushing to put the food inside her fridge before coming back “You know,I–” the words get stuck in her throat when he lifts his head to look her way, “There’s…another gift, um…that I have for you.” Come on Bea, she thinks, you can do this “I-It’s a surprise though, so…you’ll have to close your eyes.”

Bradley arches his eyebrow, “A surprise?” he sounded excited, that was good right? “Oh, baby you are going to spoil me…but I’m not complaining. Can you give me a hint as to what it is?” Beatrice shakes her head with a smile, then grabs his wrist to sit him down on her couch, her coffee table still further away and giving it enough space.

“No, Bradley, I can't give you a hint.” she says in a matter of fact tone, her cheeks undoubtedly flushed red and she hoped he couldn’t see it since the lights were off and the only source of light was coming from the christmas lights flickering around them, since her curtains covered her glass doors“It won’t be a surprise if I do that.”

“Mm, I guess.” he smiles, boyishly so, “So, is this the part where I close my eyes and wait?”

“Yes.” she turns around to go up the stairs when Bradley places his hands over his eyes with a grin. She chuckles softly, he was so cute, nearing the staircase but stopping when he calls her name. Bradley parts his index and ring finger, giving him enough space to peek between them towards her.

“How long until the surprise is here?”

“Not long Brad, you can’t peek!”

“I’m just asking!” he says while laughing, closing his fingers again and finally covering his eyes for real. She was glad he removed his jacket and was only wearing that tight top that literally hides nothing from her view…and those jeans were so nice on his legs– she was stalling, she had to move. Beatrice inhaled one more time for courage, pulled out her phone to check if the bluetooth speaker was connected and made her way up the stairs once she kicked her boots off.

She continued with the pep talk until she reached the armoire, grabbing the duffel bag from the inside before making her way into the bathroom, locking the door behind herself “Okay.” she whispered, “Okay, okay.” She quickly unzipped it and pulled out the contents. The lingerie she never wore when he was deployed was going to be used right now, so she had to be fast.

Her pants and top were gone, soon followed were her plain panties and bra,”Okay, okay I can do it,” her voice shook as she repeated the words, sliding on the black cheeky panties and wincing when the elastic accidentally slapped against her skin in her hurry, “I can do it, it’s going to be fine…” she put on the bra, pushing her breasts together in a way that they seemed to double in size, “I’m going to do this, he’s going to like it, it’s going to be okay.”

The stockings were a bit harder, she couldn’t pull them too fast or else they’d rip, so she pulled them up her legs - which was a blessing, how hard was it to find plus size stockings that actually fit?? - then put on the waist garter that had lace just like the bra and panties. She carefully clipped on the edge of the stockings, nervously singing to herself as she tried to not look at her reflection in the mirror. “Okay…I’m done.” she whispered to herself, wringing her hands together and looking at her body in the mirror “...I…can’t do this.”

All her courage slipped from her and she crouched next to the sink, trying to ease her breathing, “I can’t do this, I can’t, this isn’t– I…” clenching her eyes, Beatrice clenched the edge of the sink, the cold porcelain cooling her fingers as she tried to regain the bravery from before.

You can be confident Bea, her own voice said in her head, Stand up, look at yourself and give him your Christmas gift! She whimpered in pure fear, peeking at her reflection from the edge of the sink and obviously only seeing the upper half of her face and her worried eyes staring back at her, “...I can do this.” she says then after a few minutes, pushing herself to a standing position and giving herself a better look than before.

She looked great, she looked sexy and she was going to make Bradley lose his mind…before she chickened out again that is. Beatrice closed her eyes, inhaling a breath for courage and then looking down at her phone.

Meanwhile, Bradley was starting to worry that either Bea was having a hard time bringing his surprise or she was too tired and ended up falling asleep up there. He knew he shouldn’t, but he peeked through his fingers again, moving one eyeball around in hopes he could see his girlfriend, “Bea?” he calls and gets no response, only the sound of the wind outside answers him instead.

Maybe she did fall asleep up there, maybe she was just so tired. So he drops his hands, pressing them on the soft cushions of her couch to push himself upwards. “I thought I asked you to keep your eyes closed, Lieutenant.” he goes completely still when he hears her voice coming from the top of the stairs, slowly lifting his gaze only to see her silhouette and nothing more, it was too dark and the flickering lights were too far to give him a full view of what she was wearing.

He followed her movements as she slowly made her way down, the closer she got to the floor the more the colorful lights showed him. And he felt all moisture leave his mouth the second he had a full view of her outfit, with the black set making her look like pure sin and the stockings and the heels, the same heels she wore during the time they went to the club.

“Bea…?” of course it was her, he thought, who else would it be? Only she could wear something like that and look even sexier than normal. His mouth parted as he breathed, taking in her whole outfit, the way it complimented her waist and breasts and thighs…he couldn’t stop looking and he didn’t want to. Just the way her half open eyes were peering down at him was enough to drive him insane.

“You can’t do that,” comes her sultry voice, “How can it be a surprise if you didn’t keep your eyes closed?” he was feeling hot, he wanted to take off his shirt but was too busy clenching the couch’s fabric to do anything else. “But I think I can let it go, after all Lieutenant, this is all for you.”

Oh he was going to die. Right now.

“Bea, baby…” he tried to follow her lips when her face neared his, but she pushed against his chest and kept him pressed against the couch.

“You know Lieutenant,” every time she said that his blood boiled, “I lied to you.” she whispers, leaning back to comb her fingers through her hair and toss it over her shoulder, her movements, just the way she was moving her hips when she talked was going to make him explode, “Because my dance class wasn't really zumba, or a workout class really..” His eyes follow the hands that drag from her hips to her nape, pulling her hair up only to let it drop in front of her face. “It was actually pole dancing.” his breathing hitched, his fingers digging harder on the couch cushions as he heard music playing, he honestly couldn’t care what sort of song it was, not when there was something else that got his attention. He could identify a beat, but not lyrics or anything like that. “Unfortunately, I can’t get a pole here but… that can be arranged in the near future.”

She’s going to fucking kill him. “Bea.” his pants were already bothering him, hell did he even have a condom saved up? His brain was going all over the place the more he looked at her swaying hips. When she turned around and dipped, giving him a full view of her ass he downright growled, “Bea, don’t do that.”

“Do what,Lieutenant?” there it was again, she knew exactly what she was doing. He widened his eyes when she dropped to her knees and crawled towards him, lips still red and eyelashes fluttering, stopping right between his parted legs “I just want to give you your Christmas’ gift, that’s all I want.” he couldn’t even come up with a response, he was just too fired up to figure out how to speak.

Bradley could handle Beatrice being bold, he loved when she was bold and acted up, but this was a completely different level. She was dripping sensuality, even more than normal. He feels her hands climbing up his legs then his thighs, slowly lifting herself to her knees so her lips were inches away from his, but she quickly avoided his closing mouth by trailing her lips up the sharp curve of his jawline until they reached his ear, “I just want you to feel good, Lieutenant. Isn’t that a great idea?” her tongue wetted the underside of his jaw, following the tendon with her teeth before she pulled back, “Do you want to take your shirt off–” he was pulling it off of him before she finished her question.

He tosses it somewhere he couldn’t care about, his chest expanding and relaxing with his eyes still on her. Beatrice’s face was flushed, severely so, but she was smiling, dragging her red lips down his chest and kissing the expanse of golden skin slowly, “Baby, fuck…” he mutters, feeling her mouth reach his jutted hip bones that peeked out from under his jeans, “God damn it,Bea.” he places his hands on top of his head, clenching his opposite wrist with his eyes still on her lowering form.

When she was face to face with his crotch, Bradley felt his heart stop, his chest was cooler in the areas she pressed open mouthed kisses and it seemed to get even colder when she looked up at him with the not so subtle bulge right in front of her eyes. She had never once got…that close before, to which he wasn’t complaining at all, “Brad,” she whispers, “Can I blow you?”

Oh my God.

“God, baby don’t ask me things–” he’s already unbuckling his belt with a velocity that nears feverish, the metallic sound of the buckle hitting her floor followed by the zipper “--you know it’s always yes when you ask, fuck.” he lifts his lower back off the couch so his jeans are now at mid thigh, with his black briefs being the only thing keeping him ‘clothed’. Rooster’s breathing was still heaving, his eyebrows furrowing and jaw going slack when he felt Bea’s lips touch him through his underwear.

It sent a jolt up his body immediately, his member twitching at the attention. A few more kisses were pressed over its length until her lips reached the elastic of his briefs, with her eyes still on his - her face kept on the red hues as before - she bit onto it to drag it down his legs, “Holy shit…” was all he could muster, automatically raising his butt from the couch so his briefs joined his jeans pooled at his feet.

Now nothing was hiding anything from her eyes, those big green eyes with dilated pupils staring back at him. The noise that came out of him when kissed right underneath the head shouldn’t be categorized as a humanly possible sound, it only got worse when her tongue flattened on the underside and she dragged it from base to tip in one full swip, “Jesus fucking Christ.” he has to clench his hands on the back of the couch, his stomach clenching as he feels her tongue wetting his member like it was a popsicle in a hot summer evening, “Fuck…Bea…baby…”

She smiles with her tongue still on his member, giving it one final lick and without breaking eye contact, she wraps her lips around the head. He immediately moans loudly, dropping his head on the headrest of the couch, whispering her name as the tongue that was licking him minutes ago was now swirling the flushed tip slowly, “Oh my God.” comes out broken and breathy out of his mouth, the same mouth that drops open in a silent moan when she takes more of him inside.

The muscles on his thighs are clenching as he tries to comprehend that his lovely, sweet and shy girlfriend was currently sucking him off wearing lingerie and making him question his own sanity. She’s slow at first, making sure she takes as much of him as she can, her eyes fluttering closed so her only focus is pleasing him right now, the movement was enough to make her breasts bounce ever so slightly inside the black lacy bra. Bradley clenched his teeth, groaning deeply with his hands about to rip her couch apart with how tight he was holding it, “Baby…” he whispers, licking his dry lips as he tries to form a coherent sentence, “Oh my God, Bea…fuck baby, you are so good.”

Her eyes open just an inch, just enough that he can see the green irises staring back at him, with her movements still slow but now he got her attention, “Such a pretty mouth you got too,” her cheeks darkened, he could see it even with the flickering Christmas lights, “Yeah, sucking me off so nice, aren’t you?” That seemed enough for Bea to moan quietly around him, something that undoubtedly made the whole experience better. He lowered one of his hands from the couch to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, breathing deeply, trying his best to control his own body, “Do you like sucking my cock, baby? Hm?”

Again another moan and she nods, speeding her movements a little bit, the feeling of her tongue around him was going to drive him insane. Bradley kept his eyes on her, watching her comb her brown hair to the side so it wouldn’t be a nuisance, “God, Bea, I fucking love your mouth,” those red lips stained his member just a bit, just enough to have a ring of red around it “I don’t love it more–” his breathing hitches at a particular hard suck, voice returning much quieter “-- more than your pussy though, they are both…fuckin’ perfect…” she hums around him again, clearly enjoying the dirty talk, moaning as the hand that tucked the hair behind her ear lands on the back of her head.

He doesn’t force her down, he just keeps it there, feeling the brown tresses press against his fingers. His groaning and sighing, followed by the soft wet sounds coming from her mouth were the only sounds they could hear, the music no longer important for either of them. His hips rising to meet her mouth, combing her hair back with mouth parted in a moan, “Mm, baby…baby you are so fucking good, God, I fucking love you so much.” he growls, licking his lips to roll them inside his mouth when he felt he was close to bursting it, which he didn’t want to, not yet.

Beatrice met his eyes again, still extremely nervous but excited at the same time, when her mouth relaxed and she lowered her mouth enough for her nose to touch the base of his member. Bradley’s eyes widened and he dropped his head back against the headrest, throat exposed and glistening with sweat, “Holy shit.” his body was telling him to let it go but his brain was telling him to wait or else he wouldn’t be able to go on…and he wanted to go on, “Baby, baby,” he pushes her shoulder, breath shaking when she slowly pulls away, keeping the tip inside her mouth still, “...Jesus Christ, Jesus fucking Christ, as much as I love having you sucking me, if we continue…I might not be able to enjoy the rest of my gift, right?”

She blinks up at him, watching his chest heave as he tries to hold himself back, but then she hums in agreement which is enough to make a full body shudder dart all over him. She finally pulls him off her mouth with a light ‘pop’, licking her lips that were now a lighter shade of red than before since a good amount of her lipstick was around him. Bradley needed a moment, his dick was still twitching and asking for a second round but he had to wait, he wanted much more, “Fuck.” he mumbled, cupping her chin and rubbing her lower lip, watching with half lidded eyes when she opens her mouth so he could slide his thumb inside, just the feeling of her tongue around the digit was enough to make him curse, “Fuckin’ shit, you and your fucking mouth will be the death of me.”

Beatrice laughs around his finger, slowly pulling her head back so he could drag his thumb down her lip enough to expose the fleshy pink underside. “C’mere.” he murmurs, “I just have to check my pockets, because we need a condom.” but Beatrice just stood to her feet, kicking the heels off and smiling down at him, pushing his pants away. He frowns, still panting and looking up at her, “Bea? You have any?” because why else would she do that?

“Well,” she drawled out the word, “Actually a few weeks ago,” she says as she places his hands on her hips, humming happily when they immediately drop to her butt, “I went to a clinic and got myself a birth control shot. The lady said it lasts three months.” Rooster stops moving, but she hears his breathing hitch before he slowly tilts his head to meet her eyes, his own eyes completely black because of his dilated pupils.

“...are you serious?” was what he finally mustered up after seconds of silence. She nods, biting her lower lip, “Are you actually serious? We don’t have to use a condom?”

“No.” she says, rubbing the side of his face, “No condom.”

She could see his eyes move away from her in thought, but returning with so much fire she felt she’d be burned alive,”God fucking damn it, I fucking love you.” and he swings her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing - which to him was pretty much like that - before running up to her bed, dropping her onto it carefully before kissing her ferociously. Beatrice moans into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck as he runs his hands over her curves, breaking the kiss to drop his mouth down on her throat, “Baby, as much as I love this outfit on you,” he mutters between wet kisses, “I’m naked and you are not and that bothers me greatly because I don’t want to rip this.” he slides his hands under her body until he finds the latch that kept her bra closed, smirking in triumph when it opens and leaning back to pull it off of her, “God, you have amazing tits.”

Beatrice’s moans only get louder when he bites her nipple gently, not enough to bruise it but definitely enough to give her a shock of surprise when he does so, repeating the motion with its twin before he leans back to look at the waist garter, running his big hands over the delicate fabric, “Do you need help?” she asks sweetly but she already feels him unbuckling the little latches that kept the stockings up her thighs, “I guess not.” Bradley just gives her a quick look of amusement, grabbing both the garter and her panties and tugging it down her legs until they were finally off her body as well.

“Turn around.” he says in a quiet voice, making Beatrice blink up at him, “Roll on your stomach.” he’s already grabbing her hips to turn her around himself if she’s not quick enough, but she eventually does and gives him a look over the shoulder “Open them.” oh she likes this Bradley a whole lot.

“What are you planning, Lieutenant Bradshaw?” but she does parts her legs a bit, squeaking when he suddenly grabs the flesh of her thighs and opens them even more. His hands go back to her ass where he kneads the flesh with a happy hum, Beatrice dropping her head onto the mattress with a sigh when she feels his fingers prodding her entrance, “Brad–”

“Oh, no, no.” he tuts, moving his fingers slowly inside of her, “It’s Lieutenant for you, pretty girl. Such a naughty little recruit, sucking your superior off like that and getting so wet while doing it.” Beatrice whimpers louder when she feels her own wetness sliding out of her and wetting the bed, “Yeah, you know that’s a rule you just can’t break.” he moves his fingers up until he feels that specific spot inside of her, the one that makes Beatrice moans loudly against her sheets, “But now you did and I’ll have to punish you because of that.”

Oh.

Oh that was new.

But she couldn’t comment on it since he sped his hand inside of her, his chest pressing against her back so he could whisper in her ear, “Hear that?” there was the obvious squelching sound coming from her, her cheeks turning crimson red, “You got so wet just sucking me off, pretty girl. Just sucking me off, fuck.” his fingers moved even faster inside of her and Beatrice tried to keep up with her own hips so she could get her own release, the pressure building inside of her, “You love it don’t you?”

“Yes…”

“Yes what, baby? Use your words, use that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Y-Yes Lieutenant Bradshaw.” she gasps, curling her fingers on the sheets “B-Brad, please…!” It wasn't going to take long with how he was moving his fingers inside of her, nor how his index finger traveled down just enough to rub her clit to help her out, his heavy breathing still hitting the cartilage of her ear. Her scream is muffled by the mattress when her orgasm hits, his fingers still moving inside, feeling her channel twitch around them with the fluids wetting his palm and dribbling out by his knuckles before falling on the bed.

He gives her a few seconds, her back expanding with the deep breaths she was taking and her legs still shivering because of her orgasm. Beatrice whimpers when he pulls out his fingers, licking them clean even if she couldn’t exactly see it since her eyes were closed, “Baby?” he asks softly, using his clean hand to move some hair out of the way and check on her heavy breathing form, “You okay?”

Her response was a shuddering breath, but she smiles, “I’m fine…” she says, cracking her eye open to meet his face hovering close by, “I’m perfectly fine.”

“Good, because we aren’t even half done.” she doesn’t know how he does it, but he managed to slip the stockings off her legs much faster than she thought possible, “I’d hate to rip those too, you know?” is all that he says when she gives him a look, before his hand swoops down to spank her left buttcheek and his eyes focus on the flesh jiggling because of the impact.

He leans down to kiss her lower back, lips traveling down to the curve of her bottom where he digs his teeth into, this time marking her skin, “Hm, fuck you have a nice ass.”is what he says when he pulls his head back to slap the other ass cheek, this time earning a moan from his girlfriend. Bradley licks his lips, rubbing the red bruised flesh of her bottom before he leans forward once more, this time moving his hand between them so he could angle himself for the first time without a condom. “I love you.” he whispers against her skin, the supple flesh of her ass cushioning his navel as he pushes forward, the slickness from before making his entrance easier.

“I love you too–!” she gasps, her oversensitive state making her see stars behind her eyelids, he’s holding himself up by his arms, moving his hips in and out of her in a vagarous speed, lips only dropping to press wet kisses across her shoulders, “Brad…oh my God…” she never thought that the lack of condom would change much, it doesn’t a lot to be completely honest but it does feel…raw in a way, raw and completely free. She moans again when his hips push forward one more time, their skins covered in sweat making the skin of his thighs and navel stick against hers every once in a while, the sound adding to the sensuous groaning from the two of them.

“You are so fuckin’ wet.” he says digging his hands between the mattress and Beatrice’s body so he could cup her breasts. When that wasn’t enough he adjusted his knees so he could have enough space to pull the two of them up without pulling out of her. Beatrice moan at the change of position and angle, her back touching his chest as his hands kept fondling her chest, his mouth open and breathing hot air against her jawline, “Fuck…Bea…”

She nods without even knowing what he’s going to tell her, her own hips moving back to meet his as one of her hands travels back to run her fingers through his hair. Their movements never stopping, his thrust deep and slow, he just wanted to savor this, this amazing woman and her amazing gift to him. Only Bea would think about something like this. “Brad…” she whispers, “You can…move faster…please.” she also grabs one of his hands from her breasts and drags it down until he’s touching her pubic mound, “Please…”

He huffs out a laugh against her neck, “When you ask me like that,” he slides his middle finger down to her clit, giving it a swipe that was enough for Beatrice to breathe out a loud moan, “How can I say no? You know it’s always yes for you, pretty girl.” he finishes his sentence by speeding up his hips and his hand, his girlfriend’s moans getting higher, breasts bouncing alongside his thrusts, “Yeah you know I– I can’t choose between your mouth and your pussy.” a clench around him and another moan rips out of her, “Both are so fucking great taking my cock.”

“B-Brad!!” she tosses her head over his shoulder, exposing her flushed neck for his hungry mouth to bite and suck onto as his thrusts intensified, the slapping of skin mixing with their moans “Brad, don’t stop!!”

“I won’t, you know I won’t.” he mutters as he drags his mouth to her ear, licking the skin below her earlobe, “Are you going to cum, pretty girl? Hm? Going to cum all over my cock?” Beatrice’s response was a high pitched moan and her hips trying to keep up with his, “Fuck when you fucking move like that, I don’t think I can last much longer either baby.” her next words almost took the air out of him.

“Inside,” she breathes out, “C-Cum inside.”

Bradley felt like he was either dreaming or hallucinating, or both. Because there was no way she just asked that…how strong was that birth control shot? Was it even wise? No matter his hips immediately sped up when she asked him to do that, nor how his own groans got louder, “B-Bea, is i-it safe??” he didn’t know how he managed to speak with how quick he was moving. His girlfriend just nodded with her choppy moans working as her reply to him, her body immediately stilling with a long scream ripping out of her throat when her second orgasm of the night hit.

Add that to her request minutes earlier and he was a goner as well, he rushed after his own release and for the first time he climaxed inside of her without a condom, his groans deep and louder than usual with his hips stuttering with aftershocks. Both of them feel deliciously spent, so they don’t hold back the fall on the bed, dropping to lie on their sides breathing heavily with Bradley’s arms still around Beatrice, “..holy shit..” he whispers between panting, “Holy shit that was good.”

“Yeah…” she replies, still sensitive from her orgasm, “It was really good…” with enough force she turned her head enough to look back at him, “Did you…like it?” she asks through heavy breathing, skin flushed a lovely shade of red.

Bradley chuckles in disbelief, “I loved it.” he says, leaning closer to her shoulder to kiss “Best Christmas gift I ever got.” he murmurs, his breathing and heart calming down, “Are you sure…it was safe for us to do it without extra protection?”

“I asked the lady at the clinic,” she begins, “She said to not worry because the…thing…prevents pregnancy.” her mind was a bit muddled to remember the specific scientific terms the lady used.

Rooster hums, nuzzling her skin with a smile, still inside of her and not having it in himself to move. “Good…good…” he props his chin on the curve of her shoulder, meeting her green eyes with a smile, “Thank you…this was the best Christmas I had in ages.”

Beatrice smiles tiredly, bringing her hand up to caress his cheek, “You are welcome, Brad. You really are.” she knew he wasn’t talking only about her gift and it warmed her heart. Eventually he pulled out, watching Beatrice rush to her bathroom to clean herself as he lied on her bed, rubbing his hands over his sweaty face with the same boyish smile on his lips. Yeah. he thought I’m going to marry this woman.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

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KAIRO MY BELOVED im breaking in again w cookies and flowers 🍪🍪💐💐 for u!!

i was gonna thank u for ur rb in the replies but my comment got too long 😭😭 U ALWAYS SAY THE SWEETEST THINGS I JUST WANT TO THANK U PROPERY…. 💔💔 but also!! while im here!!! tysm for ur tags on the gojo fics 🥺🥺 i dont want this to get too long phshdjs it will but i appreciate literally every single one of ur words & i always agree w ur stsg takes u just Get them… im especially happy that u enjoyed the poly fic hehe u & satoru are suguru’s babies so true!! he loves u soo much <33 told me to give u a kiss on the forehead from him <333

anyway THANK YOU SO MUCH <33 for ur tags on the sugu fic everytime i see u in my notifs i giggle and kick my feet genuinely. IM SO GLAD THE SUMMER VIBE HIT …. i listened to uncomfortable while reading ur tags what a banger AND IM SOOO HAPPY U LIKED DRUNK!SUGU he’s so special to me…. ”papabear turned babybear” NO EXACTLY u always get it…. AND WAHHH U NOTICED THE 3S????? ur so observant and thoughtful im so touched 😭😭😭 it always feels like you’re a scientist and my fics are lil fish that you’re dissecting under a microscope lmao IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY <3333 i cant tell u how overjoyed i am that the ending hit too!!! seriously!!! i was a lil worried that i made it too sappy so that felt so reassuring 🥺🥺

in conclusion TYSM FOR BLESSING ME W UR THOUGHTS mwah mwah MWAH i hope u have a lovely day kairo!! pls invite me to the wedding when u marry sugu <333 ill bring u gifts!!

ARI PLEASEEEEEEE WHY ARE YOU THE MOST SWEETEST PRECIOUS ADORABLE PERSON ON THE PLANET I’M IN TEARS 🥹🩷 the way you always connect w people & be so kind to them… sniffles just know I Would Die For You <3 & THE GOJO FICS & POLY!SATOSUGU FIC LITERALLLLLLLLY REWIRED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY……… literally felt like i was IN the stories it was insane in the best way possible 😭 A SMOOCH FROM SUGU YOU SAY??? a kiss from a bad bitch like him is literally all i want in life thank you legend

AHHHHHHH LISTENNNNNNN THE DRUNK!SUGU FIC WAS SO FUCKING SWEET LIKENDNDDNND literally had ME giggling twirling my hair kicking my feet etc……… & YOU LISTENED TO THE SONG??? 🥹 uncomfortable is one of my favs and it always gave me evening summer vibes so when i listened to it while reading your fic… oh it just hit SO good <3 seeing sugu’s soft sensitive side was so precious 2 me i feel like i don’t often see that in fics and WHEW you did it so well <333

AND THE THREES I’M SO FOND OF THE THREES!!!!! omfg not me in my kenjaku shoko dissection era……… methinks kenjaku & shoko would love to dissect your brain (massive compliment) bc the way you think of & write your stories…… oh just DELICIOUS. & YES THE ENDING WAS PERFECTTTTTTTT!!!!!! literally the perfect amt of sap it actually felt really cozy :’)

ALSO THANK YOU SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH FOR YOUR TAGS ON THAT LIL TEASER SNIPPET IT LITERALLY MADE ME SO :’) as i was writing it i was like damn this shit is choppy as hell smh BUT I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE SERPENT FANGS & REMORSE DISCERNING WHERE TO RESIDE HEHEHEHE <3 your tags made me feel so much better so thank you again :’)

THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US W YOUR FICS LIKE OMFG??? JUST BANGERS EVERYTIME HOW DO YOU DO IT??? i get so excited whenever you come out w a new story it’s like christmas morning fr <3 AND OFMFMDMD TRUST that you’re invited to mine & sugu’s wedding <333 you can bring shoko as your plus one <3 I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER I HOPE IT’S AS WONDERFUL AS YOU ARE :’) MWAH MWAH MWAH <3

#asks #also fank yew for the cookies & flowers i’m Munching on them as we speak <333 #AGAIN TYSM FOR ALWAYS BEING SOOOOOO NICE YOU JUST HAVE THE BEST ENERGY ILYSM 🥹🩷🥹🩷🥹🩷#MWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH <333 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰#ari tag <3

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dennydraws · 11 months

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Finally finished ...

Whew, what a ride :D (Spoilers ahead!)

I started in early December but managed to finish just now, after dropping and picking the game a couple of times.

Apparently I was on Chaos route the whole time and got the Princess ending! I played mostly blind except for recruiting Catiua cause for the life of me, I couldn't tell which option would make her happy and I was way too tired to redo the battle if I chose wrong.

Not gonna lie, Catiua's sudden attitude change felt so out of the blue in my route cause Denam literally saved her just a fight ago and next she was like "He will leave me!!" :/ girl, pls... I'm trying here with everyone and their dog after my arse for things I didn't do!!

The level cap was absolutely annoying at first and the reason I put the game down several times. I understand why it was placed but there were points in the story where it feels like fight after fight you get zero rewards and no upgrades. I need the rewards, dang it XD

I had a lot more fun in chapter 4 when I started doing side content and lurk into Palace of the Dead. I loved dipping my toes in and looking for treasures. I didn't go far though but I did leave it with like 6 undead dragons, about 5 undead humans and 2 necromancers :D Which reminds me, I kept recruiting people from the story fights whenever I could, lol maybe that's why I took so long :D;;

I see how this game inspired FFT and I can see so many story points that were taken and amplified a lot in FFT. I don't want to compare the two games - they may be similar but they do have very different tone to me.

I really enjoyed the characters, everyone just felt so ...human? But also that made fighting everyone a whole more difficult. Canopus definitely gets my fave character badge. Such a fun fella and he joins so early. He never left my party :D Our momma hen! With how Hamilton ended it really makes me want to push to finish CODA and get him... but that means clearing PotD twice? Argh xD I do enjoy PotD, I enjoy getting goodies and I don't mind the fights but I'm a bit tired and hunger for a different game.

Lastly, I saw a reviewer who played TO for a first time complain the final dungeon was too hard (?) ... did we play the same game :D;; Or was I over prepared cause I poked side content and felt relatively geared? Dragons and Gryphons? You can petrify them, you can charm them! You can fall? That's the enemy's problem cause I am exploiting this in every corner. >u>;; The final boss was spooky but not too hard, I felt like the battle vs Oz and Ozma was way, way harder and I barely made it ;;;;

Speaking of... What's with people opening locked doors to the abyss to get power? Sir... it was locked for a reason. What do you expect to get from there? A pat on the back from El Diablo released from it's infernal prison and a cool toy to rule the world? You, my good sir, are getting one shot by the thing locked there and it'll go destroy the world making it our problem now... 😩

And lastly ... time travel is canon? As in it get acknowledged in the records and mentioned and I'm just imagining Denam picks the world card at the end and think "Had I taken another choice... another path then Vyce..." I still want to punch him but I've seen The Butterfly Effect enough times to know anyone can change with different circumstances >u>;

WELL that's gonna be it~ Glad I played and finished this classic :D Next on my list is "Romancing SaGa Minstrel Song remaster" and I expect it to take another 6+ months from my time to complete lol;;;

#Good Morning!#Denny rambles about games :D #Tactics Ogre

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besties (gone sexual) was so good!!!!! i wasn’t expecting it to be as huge as it was (literally fell asleep at 4:30 am last night trying to finish it but i still had like a third left 😭) but it was soooo worth it!!! it also didn’t feel like it was that huge tho??? a lot of stuff happened but you did so good at explaining and why. even the 3 times jaemin got puked on, that was some beautiful karmic timing imo. speaking of karma i think the amount of bad luck jaemin has to suffer was such a good way to keep him redeemable despite sometimes an absolute douchebag. a lovable douchebag tho. the amount of times i cackled in this fic tho!!! obviously the other installments of bitch hunters werr humorous too, but the addition of jisung, sungchan, yangyang, and hendery coming it to occasionally dunk on jaemin, too, when he deserves it was just *chef’s kiss*. i also think the length is justified because their situation is more complicated and nuanced than jeno and renjun who were just getting to know new people, and even hyuck who was making his situation complicated himself. jaemin and oc have so much history between them, literal years of friendship and complicated feelings. it’s kinda obvious by the end that the reason for jaemin douchebagginess to a lot of those girls was because he was so in love with oc and refusing to even consider that as possibility so he just rejects the idea of a relationship because also being with someone else seems impossible. ngl i did choke up a little when he makes the conclusion that in order to let his best friend try to be in a happy relationship, he has to extract himself from the equation because he wouldn’t be able to even be her friend in that circumstance. he didn’t have to make her cry tho!! but as someone who can also be a little emotionally constipated i understand that line of thinking. needless to say i really enjoyed this fic. i previously said and they were roommates was my favorite installment was my favorite but ngl, besties gone sexual might be giving it run for its money 👀 i’m always going to have a weak spot for long-time-best-friends-turned-friends-with-benefits-turned-lovers. i’m also feeling so nostalgic now that the series is over!! i’m gonna miss the bitch hunters universe, there’s so much stuff i’m curious about, especially the og bitch hunters because these four made them sound almost…mythical. and then there’s mark. love how jaehyun just came in to give jaemin a rewording of the centuries old saying of “it’s meant to be it will come back to you eventually” and jaemin acted like it was the greatest revelation ever simply because it came from him. anyways, whew, this turned out longer than i intended it to but i just have so many thoughts. also it fitting for such a long story. anyways, i’m done. this was such treat to read as always. i hope you’re having a lovely day, take care!!! 😘💗

OMG IM SORRY IT KEPT YOU UP THAT LONG 😭😭 PLS READ IT IN BREAKS I DONT WANNA RUIN UR SLEEP 🤲 wait lemme put the rest of my response under the cut it’s a bit long 😵‍💫

ppl say my writing doesn’t feel like a lot, which i think is a good thing?? so maybe that’s why HAHHA but i promise it was 43k words i’m not capping 😰 LMAODJF jaemin truly deserved to be puked on 😭 especially when he started drinking after renjun was seeing god on the couch 🧎‍♀️

ahh yesyes i think so too!! i think they needed a bit more development to figure out their problems and situations, unlike jeno and renjun who were meeting their love interests for the first time 🥹 and then hyuck’s dilemma was more of an internal thing that he had to get over himself, but jaemin’s situation was a lot more messy and tangled. i’m rlly glad you liked the additions of other characters tho!! i love writing jisung tbh so i thought he would be funny to include HAHAH and his dynamic with jaemin is kinda wholesome in my eyes :’)

HONESTLY i’m a little emotionally constipated so there might have been some projection in this fic!! it’s true he definitely had (kinda??) good intentions for distancing himself from mc, but he went about it the wronggg way and made her cry 😭 LIKE BOOOOOO 👎👎🍅🍅🍅

WOWOW that actually makes me so happy to hear that besties (gone sexual) might be your fav in the series :’) hyuck’s installment and jaemin’s are definitely my fav and i’m just a sucker for best friends to lovers 🤧 it’s such a sweet trope but can segway into a lot of misunderstandings and angst HAHAH

HAHAHAH THEY WORSHIP THE OGS 🥲 “these four made them sound almost… mythical. and then there’s mark” I CACKLED LMFAOO yeah mark was NOT part of the og squad so he doesn’t get the legendary pokémon type treatment 😭🤚 it’s a good thing renjun didn’t witness that conversation or else he would’ve beaten jaemin up after for ignoring him the entire time until jaehyun parroted his words LOL

but thank you love for taking the time to write all of this and send it to me!!! it makes me so happy that you had so much to share about my fic and it literally had me rereading with a huge smile on my face :’)) i hope you’re having a wonderful day/night and taking care 💜💜

#asks #anon #fic: besties (gone sexual)

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clockworknightmares · 3 years

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The Gift

I’ve had the ideas of this fumbling around in my drafts for a long time now and I finally finished it. I’m glad I waited thought because I had time to think long and hard about the way in which Rowena acquired Dray and what that might look like. This is from Vys’ POV, however I might write Dray’s POV at some point too.

Tw for “it” as pronouns, dehumanization, slavery, blood, muzzles, drugged whumpee (only briefly mentioned).

“That one.”

Vysthrain’s gaze follows to where Rowena’s finger is pointing. “That one? You can’t be serious, your Majesty. That one is- looks unremarkable. If- if I may be so bold.” He catches himself at the last moment. It never bodes well to contradict the Empress. He glances at her, gauging her reaction to his blunder. However- his opinion stands. The bloodied… boy in the arena below looks one more hit away from his demise.

Rowena laughs, a melodic sound with an edge that sends a shiver curling down Vys’ spine. She doesn’t seem bothered at his difference of opinion. “Ostra Ailmer doesn’t know what he has.”

“But you do.” It’s a statement, not a question. He can see the cogs in her head turning, that slight twitch of her lips when she’s thinking. More like scheming, his brain provides unhelpfully.

“That I do.” She keeps her eyes trained on the man in the arena as he runs his opponent through with the short spear he wields in his hand. It’s clearly not his weapon of choice, but he’s making it work. “You see, that is a half dragon.”

Vys snorts and plucks a grape from the bunch on the table next to them. Her majesty seems to be in a light mood, a mood in which he is allowed to converse freely. Within reason. “A half dragon. I think you have had one too many glasses, your Majesty. Everyone knows there’s no such thing as male halfbreed dragons.” He pops the firm grape into his mouth and rolls it around on his tongue. “Besides, if there was, surely they would be more… impressing.” He keeps his eyes on her and away from the blood splattered sand below.

“And that’s where you’re wrong.” Rowena sits back and smiles to herself. “You see, it’s not that there’s no such thing, it’s that they’re incredibly rare, almost unheard of and Ostra Ailmer doesn’t know just how valuable that possession is.” Her eyes narrow as she turns her attention to watching again, fingers steepled in the way she does when she’s thinking. Vys recognizes the look as that dark shimmering greed of hers. He’s seen it a few times- and knows if it’s something she truly desires, nothing will stop her until it’s in her possession.

“And you’re going to get it, how exactly? Whether he knows what he has or not, Ailmer won’t give up a winning fighter easily.” Because- despite all odds, they were currently naming the object of Rowena’s attention the winner.

She leans over and pats his cheek like he’s a child asking a silly question. “Vys dear, when have I ever not found a way to get what I want?” It’s a rhetorical question. One that doesn’t even warrant an answer. He knows very well she has her ways. Even as Empress she can not simply demand what she wants, but there are ways.

“Sounds like you are already coming up with a wonderful plan, your Majesty.” He leans into her touch, as he knows she likes and gives her an easy smile. The heat of the day is not so unbearable to him in this moment. “Is there anything I may do to assist you in it?” If she becomes infatuated with some new object, will he be forgotten? He will never let that happen.

“Perhaps”, she says, idly watching the guards half guide, half drag the winner out of the arena. “However there might be no need for any form of coercion.” She gives him another smile. He knows all her smiles by now. This one is self satisfaction, security in her own plans, and just a hint of mirth. “My birthday will be arriving soon. And with it- gifts.”

…

There are such practices in court, that on the ruling monarch’s day of birth, they host many grand parties leading up to the day. These days are important as they allow the mingling of many Ostri and other important personages, officials and relatives, ambassadors and priestesses. It is the time to make important connections, vie for favors and with the right maneuvering, raise your position in court and the eyes of the Empress. A very difficult thing to do indeed.

It is one of the busiest times of Vys’ year, being both companion and spy for the Empress. Her eyes and ears in court, as she must keep herself from mingling too much. He knows Rowena keeps him to herself, not only because he owes her his life, his very existence, but also because he is invisible and they both know it. He is fae, lesser. And therefore apparently- deaf and blind.

The festivities begin several weeks before the actual day, plenty of time for Vys to worm his way into many circles, sometimes through rather unpleasant means. But if it solidifies his usefulness, his position in Rowena’s eyes- He will give all he has. He may not have need to coerce Ailmer into giving up this new arena rat, but the Ostra might need a nudge in the right direction.

The first time he makes contact with Ostra Ailmer is at a social gathering of the more relaxed nature and the man in question- appearing to have had one too many of the overflowing cups of wine, was in the perfect condition for Vys to begin his plan. The air is warm and thick, cloying in only the way that incense and perfumes bring in small spaces. Vys was more than happy to keep the Ostra’s cup full, hang on his arm, whisper the seeds of Rowena’s desire into this man’s ear.

“The Empress is very fond of the sport”, he says silkily, gliding his fingers along the man’s arm.

“Indeed, so they say”, the Ostra replies, twisting the sheer fabric of Vys’ shirt around his fingers. They are pressed close in some low, overstuffed seat, no other ears around.

“I have heard such wonderful things about your champions though. Some say a stock even to rival hers.” The flattery was working, Vys can tell. This man, wrapped up so much in his own self importance, wouldn’t notice a trap until it was too late for him.

“But of course. My lot is the best in all of Athyx Cyreos. I import you know. Better than pulling from the same pools that seem to go around here.”

“Have you ever found anything...extraordinary in your imports?” Vys knows he has to be careful in his words, Ostra Ailmer must never know what he has.

“I do believe I’ve found a champion, a survivor. Not much to look at of course, I did not think it would make it past initial training, but it has done surprisingly well for itself. That is- hasn’t died on me yet.” He laughs, an ear grating thing, and somehow Vys finds it difficult to laugh along with him.

“You know, I have heard some gossip about what the queen desires for her gifts this year, you seem like the type of man that would do well in her court, one I would enjoy seeing around more often.” Vys trails his long fingers down the row of tiny buttons that make up the front of the Ostra’s tunic.

That gets the man’s attention. Vysthrain, however not known to be the Empress' ear, is certainly known as a permanent fixture of the court and Her Majesty’s upper circles. He has access most Ostri can only ever dream of. The gossip of the upper circles is as close to facts as he will ever get. And the gift presented to the Empress has a direct effect on the status and placement you can hope to achieve that year. A gift well received means favors and power. A gift ill-suited to her Majesty’s desires can bring shame and loss of influence.

“You say the Empress might have desire for some of my imports?” Ailmer says, sitting up and glancing around to see if any stray eyes and ears are on them. There are none, save those soaking in his every reaction to take straight back to Rowena. “Tell me fae, what you know of this.”

“Well, you never heard it from me”, Vys says, pulling the Ostra back down to be seated. “But she does have an eye for the unique. Something… different from what others have. She is our Empress after all.” How many more hints must he drop before this man gets it through his wine-addled head? Then again, Rowena had said that Ostra Ailmer did not know what he had.

“She wants a strong champion, one to win for her?” Ailmer asks, missing the point entirely.

“No-” he starts, nearly frustrated but stops. He’s better than this. “No, I have heard the Empress desires it to be nothing, so that she may turn it into something” He recalls the image of the bloodstained boy in the arena. It had won, but barely. There was certainly nothing there, but that was the appeal for Rowena. She likes to rub her victories into her opponents faces.

“I- I will take this information into account. It has been… most helpful.”

Vys gave a lazy grin and stroked the line of the Ostra’s jaw. “I am most pleased to be of assistance to you. In any way that I can.”

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With the Empress’ desire secured, or at least he prays it is, Vys leans back into his job of attending every gathering, rooting out every gossip, avoiding those few people he knows better than to tangle with. The day of Rowena’s birth arrives, and with it, the gifts and delicacies and flatteries that never seem to cease. He can tell that she soaks it all in, but with a scrutiny in her eye that he knows sees through the genuine devotion and the false praise. Vys knows most of it is fake, simply a vie for attention and power. But so must it be, it is their way.

She has become fixated in these weeks, wondering more often than not if she can simply buy the thing she wants. But Vys reassures her that letting this be gifted could lead to an established connection with the Ostra and his imports and also the ability to show him up, simply giving away something so valuable (according to Rowena). Vys knows not of dragons and their worth, but it does seem to be a point of fascination with Her Majesty.

So it is of no surprise to him when she awaits this moment with a form of anticipation, not shown on her face, but in the way she sits up straighter, leans forward slightly, jeweled claws tapping slightly on the arm of her throne. She is raised a good deal above the court, stairs to a platform where her council and inner circle have their places, then still more stairs to her. The Ostri are allowed to ascend to the first platform to present their gifts.

Vys lingers there, keeping an eye on them, watching and mentally recording their gifts. The Empress allows him at her side, near the throne to be at her call, so he often moves between, catching a whisper from her in his ear, making (slightly) judgmental comments about persons of the court. He has not succeeded in making her laugh on her throne, but wonders what would happen if he did. She would either find it extremely amusing or highly punishable. He fears the latter, so he keeps his tone even, with the dry humor he knows she is fond of.

There are many people in court today, many gifts being presented. But Vys knows that Rowena waits for only one. When Ostra Ailmer approaches, she straightens ever so slightly and pulls on her look of disinterest.

Vys tunes out most of the scraping and bowing and presenting, instead peering around for the thing that Rowena continues to fixate on. His heart begins to beat quicker when he doesn’t see it. If Rowena doesn't get it today, she is going to be most displeased. Particularly with him.

“And what have you brought for me today, Ostra Ailmer”, he hears Rowena say, clear and strong. She knows how to project her voice if nothing else.

“Your Majesty, I know you hold a great love of sport and pride yourself in having only the best in the arena. Your choices are always unique and with great might. I myself am in the humble occupation of procuring such items. Yet it has come to my attention that you wish for something to craft yourself, mould to your desires. And I hope that on this day, I can present you with such a thing.”

Vys finds himself holding his breath. If what Ailmer procured is not-

The two guards that flank the Ostra part and Vys realizes why he hadn’t been able to see it, dwarfed by Ailmer’s guards of imposing size. Vys looks it over, and feels Rowena next to him doing the same. It was a rather dismal-looking individual with two short horns curling from a shaved head, hands chained in front connected to a thick collar around its neck, a muzzle strapped tightly against its face, clothed only from the waist down. They have it shackled at the ankles, barefoot. Ailmer obviously had tried to clean it up, but the traces of freshly healed wounds are still evident across its body. It keeps its head low, its eyes on the ground. Ailmer has been able to train it that much at least.

The light catches in a glint on something at its chest, and Vys tries to get a closer look before realizing the room has fallen into silence and Ostra Ailmer has paled to the point of looking a rather sickly grey.

It has been several long moments and Rowena has still not given an indication on whether or not the gift was worthy. She too- as Vys has been- is studying the thing before her, lost in thought. It made sense to Vys, of course. They had been discussing this moment for weeks now, but he realized to the rest of the court and especially to Ostra Ailmer in hindsight, this appeared to be a very poor excuse for a gift. It was a single worthless looking thing. It was not as if Ailmer was offering the Empress his best champion. No. This was some untrained waif that he had drug up from who knows where.

“Y-your your Majesty, I-” Ostra Ailmer begins, quaking in his boots, and cuts himself off sharply with an undignified squeak as Rowena stands from her throne.

A sickening hush fell across the entire court. Even Vys, who knew that this was the gift Rowena desired, felt his breath catch in his throat. She never stood. She never walked down the steps.

Ailmer and his guards bow low, dropping to their knees and not daring to look up at her face. Her inner circle even bows their heads, backing away to give her space as she descends. Only Vys watches as she comes to the bottom of the stairs, in front of the thing in chains who is neither bowing, nor trying to move away from her. Vys thinks he hears Ailmer whimper.

Rowena’s dress pools at her feet, many lengths of dark red fabric like a waterfall of blood behind her.

A single gold clawed fingertip reaches out and catches underneath the thing’s muzzle, tipping it’s face up to meet her gaze. It’s eyes lock to hers, blue against gold, unblinking.

Vys isn't sure how long they stay that way, the oppressive silence across the vast room, the shivering Ostra at the Empress’ feet before she tugs the gift a step forward by the chain connected to the collar and cuffs.

“Ostra Ailmer”, she says, voice ringing loudly. Vys’ ears burn from the noise after so much deafening quiet. “Your gift is accepted.”

A general murmur comes over the entire court, first nervous tittering, then a few polite claps, then the court quickly recovers, returning to the claps and cheers of normal.

Ostra Ailmer looks as if his ghost has already taken leave of his body and ascended to the Mother.

“T-thank you your Majesty”, he whispers, not quite all there as his guards help him down the stairs. Vys has to try and not smile at the sight. The man will recover with time and most likely prosper well from this happenstance, but he will never forget this moment where he believed himself to be seconds from seeing his ancestors.

Vys watches one of the Empress’ personal guards approach as if to remove her new gift further behind scenes, but she waves them away with a subtle flick of her wrist, and ascends the stairs to her throne, chained gift in tow, stopping only once again seated as if nothing had happened.

Vys shoots a look across her to where she’s pushed it down next to her throne on the opposite side, golden claws slowly scraping across its shorn scalp. He meets its eyes for a moment, a cloudy blue, not quite there look. He recognizes the cloudiness. Ailmer must have had it drugged before bringing it into a room full of high profile individuals. Smart.

The look doesn't last long, as it turns its gaze and head downward. But there had been something in those eyes that didn’t settle him. A slight shudder rippled through his shoulders and he returned his attention to the remainder of the presentation.

Rowena had another smile on her face, one that he knew very well to be only one thing.

Victory.

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onepieceshifters · 2 years

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having sanji as a boyfriend <3

whew this one might get a little personal since i’m writing from experience ‘,:D but i hope you guys enjoy! - remy

sanji x gn reader, caps, slight swearing

- “Y/N SWANNN~ I BROUGHT YOU A SNACK!~”

- this man loves to dote on you, to be in your presence, to remind you with every word that comes out of his mouth just how lucky he is to be in love with someone as beautiful and amazing as you. he’s constantly reassuring you that you mean the world and the stars above to him. i swear, he’s the type of disgusting romantic to say he told the moon about you.

- other then sickeningly sweet saccharine words, he also loves quality time and simply existing within your gravitational pull. please please sit in the kitchen while he cooks and tell him about whatever you’re working on or thinking about. he can listen to you ramble for hours about your interests, with the occasional interjections and expressions of interest.

- “ohh, that sounds fascinating.” “*gasp* what?!” “oh? why’s that?” pls shsjhdsj he’s so nice

- he’ll randomly remind you that he loves you, even in the most casual situations. i know i said it before but he’s always being so grossly romantic. you could be casually exploring a new island together, or spending time with the crew, and he smiles with a cheeky “i love you, name.” i SWEAR HSHSDJLFD

- he also loves physical touch. will wrap his arm around your waist, surprise you with a hug, give you the sappiest kisses, pls

- i swear he’s gonna hype you up for everything. you’re trying a new hobby? you got this, you’re a natural learner! you’ve just finished a battle with the strawhats? woah, you did so good, you looked so badass, hey, was that a new move you used?! awesome! you should show me it!

- he loves acts of service and will do basically anything you request as long as it’s reasonable. as a good boyfriend, it’s his duty to show interest in whatever you do!! besides, he genuinely loves to see you in your element. no matter what you do, whether it’s art or science experiments, he’ll be there to assist you whenever you need.

- while he’s mostly a goofy sappy motherfucker, he can also be serious, so don’t be hesitant to bring up a serious subject. he does have tact and knows there’s a time and place for being a silly sap. he’ll totally drop the simpy front and listen to your problems, reassuring you and offering advice where it’s wanted.

- also, depending on the type of relationship you share with him, he won’t hesitate to tease you if you tease him 😭of course he’d have to be comfortable but once you’ve teased him for being a simp enough he will gladly return the favor

- (u think i’m joking but no one time this man had the AUDACITY to comment on my terrible cooking skills smh 😭 and he asked if bad cooking ran in my family LIKE ?!)

- of course all the teasing is light hearted and actually one of his ways of showing how close you two are?! also seen in his random anecdotes following the antics of the baratie, him complaining about people who piss him off, and basically… him doing anything ungentlemanly around you.

- pls if he tells you about the rock and zeff (or any of his childhood) you know yr stuck with him forever 🙄

- also expect him to memorize your favorite meals. or basically anything you mention in passing. i swear, you could complain about your knee hurting, and he would be like “oh? could it be related to the time when you were seven and tripped on a branch and fell and chipped your knee cap?” HOW DO YOU REMEMBER THAT SIR,

- but please invest some time in your diligent boyfriend as well. as much as he tries to redirect all of his love to you, he needs some for himself, too. always remind him how much you love him and how important he is. pls i know we all know this but sanji is an insecure FOOL. hug him, compliment him, spend time with him, tell him you love him, show your love in whatever way possible. remind him how important he is to you and the strawhats. tell him he’s a great cook, he’s such a sweet partner, he means the world to you. remind him he matters.

- (guys i swear this was supposed to be headcanons how did it become a LOVE LETTER)

- and chances are he won’t tell you about his childhood unless you tell him about yours first, and even then, he’d probably be uncomfortable sharing. so if he does please please pls support him full heartedly.

- ok if i keep writing this is gonna turn into an essay thx bye

- 🐀

#one piece headcanons #headcanons #one piece #writing #shounen #sanji headcanons #sanji x reader #sanji #reality shifting #relationship headcanons #sanji one piece

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ak8shi · 4 years

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FWB HQ Boys: In which you beat the player at his own game!

warnings: Time skip spoilers, mentions of sex(all characters are 18+), alcohol, stupid people in love

a/n: ahh I’m sorry I’ve been a little MIA!!! But I’m back with this pls enjoy ! I think the fandom really make germaphobia his only personality trait sometimes which makes me sad because I think he’s actually a quirky/classy dude and very functional in social situations,, I hate to say it but ya’ll would get played by him… sorry.

━Sakusa Kiyoomi

Some of you may be like ???? Omi fucks around ?? how ?? BUT he definitely does in his own way

He probably doesn’t do much in high school to be honest, he’s mostly focused on improving as a volleyball player and achieving his goals

Once he reaches pro level though,,, it’s a different story lmfao

I can see him being picky as hell about his hookups, but just because he’s a bit of a germaphobe doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel attraction or doesn’t have needs…

….He’s so hot too… girl

His hook-ups are always taken seriously though… like he’s the type that feels like he has a professional image to upkeep, so he always arranges things beforehand; he’s definitely not messy about it and sets clear boundaries

I think what makes him kind of a player is how standoffish he can be…and he doesn’t really give anyone a chance because he doesn’t think they what it takes to deal with his lifestyle lmao

He’s just like, its easier to call the uber right after, get into the shower, and wait until he can hear the front door of his apartment shut I’m screamingg

Sakusa also isn’t one to kiss and tell, even with the boys… he doesn’t think its tasteful and would rather not have Atsumu up his ass about his flings

ANYWAYS,, let’s get into this, so you know Atsumu through mutual friends and met during college, and the two of you just instantly clicked since you also were a part of the same sports medicine program as him

Atsumu signed with MSBY and you were so happy for him, but you were bummed because you were busy with PT graduate school and couldn’t really attend any of his games

A year passed and you found yourself texting Tsumu to see if he could meet up and grab coffee since you were on winter break!!

You: hey I’m back in town wanna grab coffee sometime?

Him: who is this

You: I see you haven’t changed ❤️

LMFAO, so you catch up with Atsumu and he talks about his new career and his teammates, he seems so happy :(( we love to see that!!

He invites you to MSBY’s game the following weekend, and you’re pumped to go!! Tsumu got you great seats, and he meets you before warmups to make sure you’re okay finding your way around

Atsumu: don’t take yer eyes off me <3

You:

He’s so…

You’re enjoying the match and you even go to grab Onigiri from Osamu’s stand, but you can’t seem to look away from number 15 on Atsumu’s team

He’s .., scrumptious to say the least 🥴

Like he’s so composed and calculated on the court, and you find it so funny how he rolls his eyes whenever Tsumu says something to him and how Tsumu gets so heated about it 💀

The match ends and you go down to meet Atsumu near the lockers, showing the security your family/friend pass 😌

You walk through the halls trying to locate the setter, but you can’t seem to figure out where he is

The only person in the hall is the tall, dark haired man that caught your eye earlier; he is already walking towards the exit with a mask covering his face, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, sweats embroidered with “Sakusa” adorning his body we’re all looking..... respectfully

He’s truly so intimidating but you’re like….highkey lost… so you don’t really have another option

You catch up with him, poking his shoulder gently; he turns around and his attention on you is almost STARTLING.. like his eyes are SO dark

Him: can I help you

You: sir… if you don’t rail me, I’m gonna have to intervene‼️😈😹

After getting over your initial shock, you hear multiple footsteps rumbling down the hallway towards the both of you

Sakusa lets out an annoyed sigh, muttering about how he has to go, but before he can escape you hear Atsumu’s loud voice LMFAO

“OMIIII, where are you goin’? Its team karaoke night remember?”

Tsumu sees you and slings an arm around your shoulders, “Oh-? So I see you’ve met our outside hitter Omi?”

You glance over at Sakusa, his expressionless eyes glued to your face, then slowly trailing down to analyze the way Atsumu casually has you tucked under his arm

Atsumu nudges him, and he grumbles that he’ll meet them after changing at home before walking off in the direction of the private parking garage

You meet the rest of the MSBY boys in the uber, and find them super friendly and welcoming; Bokuto and Hinata buy the first round of drinks at the karaoke bar, but you only have one because you have work to finish the next day WE STAN

Atsumu already has a pink glow setting into his cheeks when you see the boys turn their attention to Sakusa walking through the front door, looking as handsome as ever in his dress pants and fitted white t shirt

They all shout out incoherent hello’s, and he takes the only open seat next to you with a glass of gin and tonic in his hand he smells so good god

You’re unsure what comes over you, but you find yourself turning towards him, and you just start asking him about himself and his career, and surprisingly he’s very polite and much more animated than you previously thought

His voice is like…so alluring and he never looks away from you when you talk, its like he’s absorbing every word

Meanwhile, Atsumu is stumbling over the stage with Bokuto belting Love by Keisha Cole LMFAOO😭

Tsumu kind of ‘warned’ you in the car ride over that Sakusa was a germaphobe, but you know that Atsumu tends to invade people’s personal space sometimes and it probably wasn’t as dramatic as he made it out to be

However, you weren’t expecting the outside hitter to lean over from his seat after checking the time on his phone, whispering in your ear, asking you if you wanted to meet him at his place later than night WHEW

Girl I would be sweating… and you say yes ofc because who’s going to pass up this type of opportunity-

He gives you a charming smile and is like,, okay cool, I’ll see you later then 😊 I’m dead

Ya’ll exchange phone numbers and he’s like if you need any help with my idiot teammates let me know before he takes off

You don’t tell Tsumu about your little… entanglement plans dsnjaknda but honestly he wouldn’t even remember based on the way he’s slumped against you in the uber he owes you big time

You get home after dropping off Tsumu at Osamu’s, and operation dick appointment with the professional volleyball player is put into action 😈

He sends an uber over to get you ladies do not settle for less please, and you’re BIG nervous but in a good way as in you know this dick is about to be bomb af

SO you’re standing in front of his apartment door, and when he opens it, he’s still in the clothes he wore to the bar and its like 1 am he’s so powerful

Um I feel like he would get straight to it honestly, probably starts with a little convo on the couch and then…

YOU WEREN’T AWARE HE WAS SO DIRTY,,, it was SO good too like after getting home that night you’re going through a crisis… like you had so much chemistry together for having just met, and you wonder if he feels the same way🥺

You caught yourself in sleepless states some nights, kept awake by the thoughts of the way his hands felt against your skin, the way his five o’clock shadow gently rubbed against your face when you kissed, and how he would hold you(only after a thorough shower together of course)

As it happens more and more, he lets you into his life little by little, and you notice and remember small facts about him and he often remembers a lot of the things you tell him about you, its really enjoyable for both of you

Its weirdly domestic to a point but that’s why its so good for both of you???it adds a bit of spice ??

Sakusa: can you come over tonight

You: sorry the retainer is in already <3 no dick sucking for me tonight <3

Him: I bought pastries from that cafe you like

You: say less✈️ I’m coming💃

AND he HAS jokes okay, like he’s funny as hell and very witty when his true self comes out; but he’s also a HUGE tease and he’ll say something completely straight-faced that someone else might take offense to like “you look ugly,” but you just know he’s kidding from being around him long enough and from seeing the little glint in his dark eyes

It becomes a routine thing while you’re home honestly, and you try your best to hide it from Atsumu because you just KNOW you would never hear the end of it; for all he knows, you met him that one time at the bar and that was that

Everything is going smoothly until you slip up at one of their games

You were sitting in the waiting area with the team (mostly talking to Atsumu), when he just says something that makes your short circuit

Atsumu: what kind of animal do ya think omi would be? An octopus maybe?

You: yeah I mean with those flexible wrists it makes sense

Atsumu: what the fawk🤠

He’s like… how do you even know about his flexible wrists IT TOOK ME 6 MONTHS TO GET TO THAT STAGE WITH HIM-

Oops, lmfao so you kind of tell him about everything and he’s literally shocked for you, mostly because he doesn’t want you to get hurt :(

Atsumu: So I see he’s just sleeping with ANYONE anyone

LMAO noo he definitely thinks you’re too good for him and he kind of lectures you, telling you that he had a hunch that he messes around with girls like that, but also you’re an adult and you can take care of yourself, and it isn’t like it’s a serious thing!!

Meanwhile, Omi is like going through a bit of a crisis all alone because everything around him reminds him of you or something you said when you were together

He got with people who were compatible sexually often, but he never had the urge to have them stay over after the deed; he usually immediately called them an uber and wouldn’t speak to them again

He found himself thinking about seeing you in the stands at his games, wishing you were there to cheer for him only, and he adored the way you respected his boundaries unlike many of his hookups

Atsumu probably notices something is off with him at practice

Atsumu: hey…if ya ever want to talk about somethin’-

Sakusa: no

Girl… he doesn’t disclose any of this to anyone

Its nearing the end of your break, and you head over to sakusa’s for probably the last time before you go back to school

You’re kind of at the point where you don’t think anything will happen and you know you shouldn’t get your hopes up, and it goes how it usually goes? Except he kind of hugs you goodbye and your heart goes: 🦋🦋🦋

You go back to school, occasionally texting Tsumu about your graduate program, and before you know it, like 5 months pass by and you’re back for summer!

Tsumu texts you and is like… sorry but I’m forcing you to be my plus-one tonight for this dinner thing I have to go to

So you dress up and he comes to pick you up, and you’re really not sure why you were surprised to see Kiyoomi sitting at the table when you arrive you give Atsumu a nice smack on the back of the head for not warning you

You sit down at the table after greeting everyone, trying your best to not act awkward when you shoot sakusa a small smile that he returns politely (but you don’t see it because of his mask)

Atsumu sits weirdly close to you the entire dinner with his arm around the back of your chair, and he’s just acting strange in general??? Like he’s bragging about your degree program and about your accomplishments, you just know he’s trying something funny; but you don’t really say anything because you don’t want to disrespect him in front of the team’s staff as a guest

You almost choke on your wine and you catch on when Bokuto starts making comments after Atsumu says something,

Atsumu: …so yeah, pretty much she should be our next president in my humble opinion

Bokuto: 🙈WOAH. WHAT?😍 HOW COULD SHE GET ANY BETTER⁉️🙄 OR HOTTER⁉️💪🏼💋

You, sitting there: 🧍‍♀️

He’s so bad at acting I’m crying..,, it becomes so obvious that they’re trying to make Kiyoomi jealous

(the boys plotted beforehand, trying to get Omi to ask you out officially; after you left, he literally would never shut up about you whenever Atsumu mentioned you, and it was just obvious he was in his feels when it came to you)

Atsumu: she’s studying at a café tonight for finals

Sakusa: Yeah so I’m glad you brought it up, because I’ve been thinking about it for days. Fine I guess I’ll say it. Her favorite coffee blend is French roast and she only likes a dash of sugar with a lot of cream, but it has to be hazelnut creamer or else she doesn’t like any-

Everyone in the gym: 🗿

LMAO ANYWAYS ITS LOWKEY WORKING you look over at him and his face is like stone.. girl..

The dinner is almost over and Atsumu gets up to go to the restroom with a wink I hate him, and you get up to catch a breath of fresh air outside

You sit on a bench for a minute, calming yourself down after the eventful dinner, but then you see the door to the restaurant swing open, Sakusa looking around the corner before spotting you

Your heart pounds in your chest as he walks over and asks if he can join you, inspecting the bench before sitting down, pulling his mask down as well

He eases into a conversation by just asking you how you’re doing, basic stuff, but then in the middle of you going off on a tangent about your stupid professor, he stops you

“I missed you.”

He crosses his legs, not looking at you as he takes your hand, intertwines it with his, and places it in his lap

You gaze at him, taken back at his confession, noticing the slight pinkness tinging his pale cheeks

You say you missed him too, and then he’s asking you if you would like to go on an actual date with him

You: wait are you asking me out officially?

Him: Yes. No I’m not. Yes I am❤️

SKSLD Please he’s awkward help him a little, you agree and then you hear a tap on the window behind you, you turn around to see Tsumu, Bokuto and Adriah behind you with big grins on their faces LMFAO 🤡

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, but you don’t miss the small upturn of the corners of his lips as he hears Bokuto happily scream through the glass

#dont even get me started w this i dont want to look at it anymore ❤️#JUST TAKE IT LMFAOOOO #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyu headcanons #hq #sakusa kiyoomi x you #haikyuu x reader

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hajim3 · 3 years

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𝙰𝚔𝚊𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 𝙽𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜

꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦‧˚.‧꒷꒦꒷‧˚꒦꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦‧˚.‧꒷꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷

Honestly I was bored and just felt like posting something since I haven’t actually posted any writings in a while. I’ve been working on my m.list and that shit hard 😩

n e way enjoy😌💖

honestly idek what to put for the warnings just know it’s nsfw 👍🏾

nsfw under the cut; minors pls dni; gn!reader

word count: 489

꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦‧˚.‧꒷꒦꒷‧˚꒦꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷꒦ ꒷꒦‧˚.‧꒷꒷꒦꒷‧˚.‧꒦꒷

- First of all before I say anything’s else lemme get something out the way..... he’s kinky asf boo💅🏾✨

- Like seriously he will dead ass try anything as long as your cool with it

- If he’s whoreknee before a game he will MOST DEF pull you into the locker room and he either lets you blow him or he just full on rails you against the lockers y’all may or may not have gotten caught by Bokuto once or twice😗

- He is the KING of teasing

- Whispering dirty things in your ear in front of people, rubbing your thigh just a little bit to high and squeezing it, and don’t get caught lackin cuz he will slap your ass and you’ll be left limping

- If your being bratty and trying to tease him, he’ll act like nothing is wrong all day so you keep acting up like he’s not gonna bend you over his knee and spank you raw then fuck you till you damn near pass out as soon as y’all get home... lord bless your poor soul

- One time you were being extra needy while he was on an important phone call and he continuously told you to stop and wait but you obviously didn’t, so when he got done, he blindfolded you, tied your hands and ankles to the head board, and left a vibrator in you while he took a shower

- Even when he took the vibrator out, he still fucked you until you were a fucked out, crying mess🌟

- Aftercare is ✨immaculate✨

- He’ll run you guys a hot bath with candles lit around it and carry you to the bath tub and he’ll clean you up while showering you face with little kisses

- Then he brings you two back to bed and he whispers praises into your ears while you two cuddle and he massages your lower back with his thumb and rubs over and kisses the marks that the rope left

- The next morning he cooks breakfast and when he wakes you up, you’re all sore and bruised up and he just chuckles at how pathetic you look❤️

NOW LETS TALK DICC SIZE

- Soft- 7 inches

- Hard- 9.5

- Got some thicc to it, not to much but just enough to drive you crazy😩 and it’s literally so pretty like wtf; the tip is kinda pink and it’s got some veins running down it whew chile 🧎🏾‍♀️

-Nick Names-

For him~ babe/baby, sweetie, daddy

Contact name~ Lover Boy 😩💗

For you~ babe/baby/baby girl/boy, Darling, sweetheart (ok so I don’t like y*gami sharto anymore but I do feel like he would call you darling it kinda fits)

Contact name~ Darling 🌺❤️✨

FIN

⌜ • ° + ° • ⌝

Likes, reblogs and follows are greatly appreciated 💖

#🦉 ~ 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕜𝕪𝕦𝕦 #🦉 ~ 𝕙𝕢.𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨 #akaashi #akaashi keji x reader #akaashi smut #akaashi headcanons #akaashi drabble #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x reader

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kyodzuken · 4 years

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boyfriend headcanons - soul evans

a/n; my soul evans inspired playlist!! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1YntdhOZPg1wMzYBwymwWR?si=JnHvKUWRSKGghG_dDakXGA

- you and soul started off as friends

- you'd joined the dwma halfway through the year and immediately hit it off with liz and patty

- and inevitably the rest of the group

- you're shy; so seeing this big group of loud - and very talented - weapons and meisters threw you off a bit

- but don't judge a book by its cover bc they were acc vvv warm and welcoming

- 'any friend of liz and patty is a friend of ours!'

- your partner was the first to realize tbh

- you and the gang were playing basketball

- or rather you, patty and your partner sat and watched as the rest played basketball

- when they caught you staring at a certain white-haired weapon a lil too long

- and patty;; being the girl she is;;; brought it up instantly when your partner nudged her shoulder.

- '(y/n)-chan!!! i never took you as a lovey type!'

- you rolled your eyes and denied it

- but they knew

- and so did you

- that night,, maka invited everyone over

- and ofc luck was on your side

- and you were squeezed next to soul during the movie marathon

- and it didn't help your case when he put his arm behind you, resting it on the couch.

- you thanked god it was dark because liz would definitely bully you for how red you were lmfao

- you excused yourself to the bathroom

- nearly shat your pants bc ????? uh????? you were just next to ur crush???

- and he smelt rlly nice wtf y/n snap out of it

- so after composing urself and one too many splashes of water on ur face;;

- you exited the bathroom to see the group sitting down in a game of 7 minutes in heaven

- and you wanted to cry

- you either got stuck with death the kid, literally the worst dude in the entire group (blackstar), crona, or your crush.

- lose/lose situation,,, maybe except crona bc theyre a cutie

- and lowkey you were wishing you picked up a specific hairband

- and u did lol hahahah

- so u were stuck in this small cramped closet

- and u were so deep in thought

- u barely heard when the poor boy called ur name

- ' uhh,, listen,, this is so uncool of me to say here but,, if you say no i'll just kick you out of my house.'

- jeez ok albino

- 'i like you.'

- you swore you stopped breathing

- wtfwtf????

- did he just???

- nawl

- 'uh... i like you too..' you muttered

- which ended with a 2 minute long makeout session

- his hands travelling somewhere they shouldn't

- before blackstar slammed open the closet doors

- exposing the two of you; lips puffy and hair messed up

- the teasing didn't stop for months lol

- but das okay bc deep down they knew yall were couple goals PLS

- soul has a playlist

- filled w bangers

- and everytime he's over and the playlist starts....

- whew heated makeout sesh

- he definitely has some led lights in his room

- set to red

- wink wonk

- he's the type of boyfriend to always have his hand around your waist

- and y'all are best friends doe

- cue maka getting jealous / mad bc soul started ignoring her lowkey<//3

- deserve

- ANYWAYS you guys are literal SOULmates (hehe)

- you have so many inside jokes

- the group is honestly surprised bc they didn't think you two would get along at first

- soul is the type of boyfriend to have sm memes on his phone

- like you'll text him the most specific scenario ever and he'd have a wendy williams meme for it

- and he teases u,, sure

- but it always comes from a good place yktfv

- soul is the type of boyfriend to hold ur head and give you forehead kisses

- he'd give the best hugs too

- he'd wrap his arms around your torso and place his chin ontop of your head

- whenever ur sad just text him a lil frown face

- he's at ur door in record time

- w takeout, some snacks he possibly stole from maka's stash, and his netflix password

- sometimes you guys just lie there

- basking in each other's presence

- u might hold hands but

- mostly just enjoying each other

- soft rnb or indie playing in the background (peep my soul inspired playlist juicyoh)

- soul isn't good at doing ur hair

- but he'd try

- stupid little braids while u two are watching a movie

- netflix and chill except yall acc chill

- like he literally falls asleep in ur arms awe

- and you'd sometimes ask to do makeup on him if u wear makeup

- put his hair back w a lil hairband as he mutters some shit like

- ' this is SO not cool '

- shut up white boy you love it

- expensive dinner dates are few and far between

- but thats just bc yall are not that kind of couple

- you'd rather just get takeout and watch a good comedy or horror

- you'd be the couple to start a youtube channel

- and it'd be acc funny content like,,

- people would subscribe for the couple and stay for the content

- once you did a fnaf lets play

- soul literally left halfway through bc he got scared

- cue the 'bestfriend vs girlfriend tag w/ maka and y/n'

- if ur a meister

- you've probably tried wielding soul in his weapon form

- let's say,, it didn't go too well,,, and now theres a big mark in a wall in the city

- you and soul would 100% play pranks on blackstar and death the kid

- especially death the kid

- with help from lizzy and patty you'd make the poor boy regret ever introducing you two

- but it's all in good fun and the black haired boy has gotten y'all back multiple times too

- soul loves it when you wear his clothes

- like just seeing u in his hoodie makes him ❤️ 💓 💕 💖 💓 💖💕 ❤️

- one of ur biggest pet peeves tho

- is hes constantly undermining his struggles

- and you sit him down like

- 'babe,, youre important to me,,, you need to tell me if somethings wrong okay???'

- baby bursts into tears

- you and maka are some of the only people he's open to.

- he'd definitely play you piano

- or teach you if you don't know how

- maybe you'll sing along a few times

- when you fight it's usually over silly things

- like maybe maka was being maka and he's stressed so he lashed out

- or you didn't kill the kishin you were meant to and got told off by lord death

- it always ends in apologies;; you two don't really let it get between you

- soul is the type to tuck ur hair behind your ear when making out

- or the type to give u hugs from behind

- like imagine omgomg

- you're just chilling in the hallways at the dwma

- talking to patty

- when soul just

- he just

- ugh hugs u from the back, his head on your shoulder, a soft smile on his face as he kisses your cheek.

- cutie asf y'all r cute cute cute

- all in all

- he rlly does care ab you and you just

- "right back atcha babeyy!!"

- fr though

- y'all are bestfriends but also lovers

- goals af

- manifesting a relationship like that brb

#*sobs eternally*#soul eater x reader #soul evans x reader #soul eater headcanons #soul evans fluff #headcanons

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washymylifeaway · 3 years

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Hellllo! I’m back with another request;)) Would love a rec list for long fics or series fics!! Thanks:) (no worries if you have too much in your WIPs!)

Haikyuu fanfic recs but they’re long fics/long series :D

Hi anon! It’s alright, keep sending in the asks cause I like doing them more than the WIPs I have planned LOL. I tend not to read fics that are super long because it’s hard for me to get myself to start them (AHAHAH again, lackin’ the motivation all day err day), so this is gonna be missing some real popular ones :’). That being said, I’m considering long to be like 100k up? And for series, it’ll be at a total word count of the 100k up (rip to MOST of my faves ajkbfajskldbf). I also included a lot from my past posts cause I’ve recommended most of the longer fics I’ve read cause they’re SO good (oops) :( I also wasn’t sure if you meant like long series or just series in general, so I just did the long ones LOL. I hope you enjoy them!

As always, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for fics before reading and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves (since mental health is key!) Stay healthy loves <3 (take breaks and drink water since you’re gonna be here for a while LOL)

CP:

Breaking the Rules by SuggestiveScribe (series) 205.3k // I LOVE THIS SERIES AHHHHHHHHH. Honestly I know the 205.3k word count is SCARY I UNDERSTAND BUT it is SO worth it. This series has a bunch of different ships (and a really cute ending stan AsaNoya) so I highly recommend it! Also if you don't mind smut (cause it is explicit for a reason LOL) then please I beg of you to read the whole series!!!!!!! I love love love this one and it really got me invested in the whole fanfic thing LOL.

love me like you do by crossbelladonna (T) 100.5k /IwaOi/ this fic was SUCH a rollercoaster omg. First, the concept itself was great and the execution was flawless and Ushiwaka was ajfnlajsdnf. AND THE ENDING!!!! THE ending omg. And Lev being a car made me laugh LMFAO. And we love f ups AHHHHH. If this made no sense, you’re right,,, it didn’t,,, so you should go read it so it does HAHAHA. (glad it made the 100k min, whew)

hq detective AUs by valiantarmor (series) 151.6k /BokuAka, KuroKen, IwaOi/ Man do I really love fighting in my fics LOL. This was super good and the plot itself kept me really engaged (what a twist omg). It does talk a bit about mental health issues, but it’s done so well, and they really did this AU justice! The three fics can be read separately BUT they’re all done so well, I think you should read them all :)

Terminal Curiosity by favspacetwink, moonlumie (series) 112.1k /SakuAtsu/ CHECK WARINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES!!! this is one of the BEST series I’ve read for this ship and even though I tend not to read WIP, IT’S WORTH IT! Please read ALL the tags before going into any of the fics in this series because there’s some real spicy stuff that may not be your cup of tea!

The Sky and Guilt Are the Only Feelings I Have Left by oopsthisisqueertoo (NR) 267.7k /BokuAkaKuroo/ ngl I picked it up as a rec from someone else after misreading that it was THIS long haha. But like I kept reading, and the suspense omg. It HAS a happy ending, so if you’re reading it and you start to feel empty, push through (tho take breaks) and finish because it DOES end HAPPY. (PLEASE READ THE TAGS, THERE ARE SENSITIVE TOPICS!!!!)

Crumbling Foundations by Captain_Hughes_ZU, ToshiChan (T) 106.3k /MULTI/ I was debating whether or not to put this fic cause it actually doesn’t even have the angst tag (which I personally think it should). Honestly, it’s more a trauma fic than an angst fic idk I just wanted to put it somewhere because it’s written super well and although it was technically a ‘happy ending’ the interviews after prove else. Despite only being rated T, it’s got some intense TW so (PLEASE READ THE TAGS, THERE ARE SENSITIVE TOPICS!!!!)

New:

Superposition by todxrxki (M) 102.8k /KuroKen/ honestly, I think this was THE very first fic I’d ever read in general and it’s SO good. Like I really loved the plot and it’s such an interesting story! I also loved how Kuroo goes through a couple different bands and we see multiple relationships as well :D It’s a really fun read.

Ironically, I always say don’t be afraid of the high word count, yet I don’t start fics cause high word count LMFAO. I don’t have any new ones cause I’ve already recommended most if not all of the longest fics I’ve read, so below will be some that are in my to-be-read list cause the plot looks interesting but I have yet to find the motivation to read them LOL :’))))

bbacverse by skittidyne (series of two fics LOL) 894.5k // yeaaaaa you can see why I’m putting it off LOL. But the summary looks interesting and I’ve heard really good things about it SO I do want to read it, but I just haven’t gotten around to it yet...

iwfyitd verse by knightswatch, shions_heart (series) 252.7k // I’ve been meaning to read this fic for the longest time, but then when I was about to read it, I got distracted with another ship (AHAHAHA OOPS)..... But yea, once I get back into KuroKen, I’ll prolly read it right?

omam verse by shions_heart (series) 239.3k // another KuroKen where I was like I will read, but then I got distracted LOL. And then I wanted to read it so I could read the other ships in the series, but it never happened :’)

Covered in the Colors by catholicorprotestant (E) 145.3k /MatsuHana/ I love matsuhana which is why I want to read this and the plot looked interesting!

Side A by Chibs (series) 241.9k // I like YakuLev (though I haven’t read a lot of it) and KyouHaba so yea but also the plot looked interesting LOL.

But yea, those are just a COUPLE of the ones I haven’t gotten around to reading, but want to LOL. Sorry about the lack of new fics (that I’ve already read), but I’m glad I could rec superposition somewhere LOL.

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meltwonu · 4 years

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22. “Mine.”

48. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

56. “You have no idea how much i want you.”

notes; INCUBUS!WONWOO, YALL WE R FINALLY HERE BABY, possessive!wonwoo, choking, degradation, name calling, god imagine silver haired wonwoo with black horns protruding from his skull in a dark grey suit with glasses whew thats my kink, like dapper but make it h0rny, OR NOW THAT THE 24H MV CAME OUT ITS TIME TO IMAGINE WONWOO IN THAT BLACK AND RED OUTFIT WITH THE CROPPED TOP BABYYYYY🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴ALSO this is just a LITTLE longer than what i let go without a cut so the rest is under the cut!(its bc its wonu lbr) 😩💕 Thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

You giggle against Wonwoo’s skin, lips ghosting across the column of his neck. Wonwoo growls as his hands circle your wrists, pinning you against the hallway to your bedroom. His eyes gleam a dark burgundy, lips pressed into a smirk when you mewl. “Am I? What’s so alluring to you when I’m pissed off?” You can’t help but giggle again when he slots a leg between your own; immediately grinding down onto his thigh.

“Maybe I just like when you’re rough with me.”

Wonwoo is unshy about being an incubus; lips curved into a devilish smile when he raises your arms above your head and uses his energy to keep them pinned there. “Oh? So what was all that with Chan? Your ‘lil cunt can’t get enough cock so you have to fuck two incubus? You’re such a cock hungry ‘lil slut, aren’t you?”

Your lips part in a quiet moan when Wonwoo’s hands travel down your dress-clad body; lifting the material higher and higher until it bunches around your waist. “Who says I fucked him? Maybe I just think he’s kinda cute~ Or maybe I just like talkin’ to him ‘cause I know it pisses you off.” You bite your tongue when his fingers dip into the waistband of your panties, tearing the material and sliding it from your body as he tosses it onto the floor.

“Oh, sweetheart, I could sense you from a mile away. Your panties were already soaking just sitting next to him. Don’t lie to me.”

“Maybe I was thinkin’ about how you’d punish me…” You trail off.

Wonwoo undoes the zipper and button of his slacks; well aware of the way your eyes immediately travel down to watch when he wraps a hand around his hard cock. “Oh? And what did I do to you? What did I do to get those panties of yours so fuckin’ wet in that imagination of yours?”

You can’t help but gulp, watching as he smears the precum down his shaft. The veins in his hand tense when he tightens his grip; feeding off of the arousal that floods your body. “I--I--”

“You what? Use your words.”

“I--you--you have no idea how much I want you…” You whisper; pussy clenching around emptiness as Wonwoo continues to jerk himself off.

“Hmm... do you?”

Whining, you grind down onto his thigh; lip quivering when he tenses the muscles in his leg. “God, yes, I want you so much, I don’t think you fuckin’ understand...” You lick your dry lips, already imagining his cock inside of you.

“Believe me, I know how much you want me. You’re soaking through my slacks, sweetheart.” His voice is laced with cockiness, eyes glinting with mischief when they meet your needy stare. “But you want to be punished, don’t you? I’m being kind and letting you choose how I do so. So start talking.”

A shiver runs up your spine when Wonwoo’s free hand starts traveling up your torso; fingertips dancing across the exposed skin of your clavicle. “I--I want w-whatever you want, W--Wonwoo…” You mumble; the words getting caught in your throat when he places a gentle grip on the column of your neck. He presses down on the sides only slightly; a warning of what’s to come.

“Yeah? So if I made you choke on my cock ‘til you cried and didn’t let you cum, that’d be okay?” There’s a pause in his words, a small scoff leaving his lips when your eyes meet. “Yeah right, you’d probably cum just from me cumming down your throat, huh?” He lets go of your neck, snaking his hand back down to your waist.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the thought and you can’t help the wetness that grows on Wonwoo’s slacks when you grind down onto his thigh again. “God, pl--please, please I’ll do anything! I promise, just-- god, please fuck me!” You sob, tugging on the translucent restraints keeping your arms pinned above your head.

Wonwoo grins, unwrapping his hand from around his cock. “Fuck, you’re so cute when you’re a desperate ‘lil slut for me. All you have to do is promise me you won’t go fuckin’ other incubus, got it? You’re mine. Mine.” There’s a growl added for emphasis as you nod feverishly.

“I promise!”

He moves fast, lifting your body into his strong hold as he wraps your legs around his waist. The shaft of his cock rests against your soaking folds and you can’t help but squirm. “Fuck, please, please, I need your cock inside me, Wonwoo!” You cry; delirium already settling in with each passing second.

“Okay, since you’ve decided to be so polite all of a sudden.” Wonwoo grins, leaning away enough to position his cock at your entrance. He meets no resistance when he bottoms out in a single thrust; your warm and wet walls sucking him in when he starts a quick pace.

“God, yes! Fuck, fuck---me! Harder! Harder!”

Your words turn into a jumbled mess, legs pushing Wonwoo forward and closer to yourself with each thrust. His hands settle on your waist, nails digging into the material of your dress as he obliges. The head of his cock taps your cervix and you let out a silent scream, begging him for more. “God, look at you. Fuckin’ insatiable.” He licks his lips, lifting a hand from your waist as he slithers it up to your neck again.

“Takin’ all my cock like a good girl. How many times do you wanna cum tonight?”

You clench around his cock at the promise of more orgasms; the tension in your body already ready to snap. “I--ah, hah, f-fuck, as many as you want! Fuckin’ make me cry just--I need to cum, p-please!” You whine.

The grip on your neck tightens more and more by the second; Wonwoo’s red eyes and black horns only a blur to your teary eyes.

“Then cum, slut.”

Wonwoo’s pace doubles in an instant; his deep and wicked chuckles all you can hear when you cum hard. “Shit, you’re so fuckin’ tight!” He groans as your walls flutter around him. The grip on your neck loosens just as your orgasms crests and you feel your entire body tense as he continues to fuck you through it.

Wonwoo slows down his pace ever so slightly to let you catch your breath once he feels your body start to relax in his hold.

It takes you a second to come down from your high; the lightheadedness still making your body buzz with adrenaline. “Fuh--fuck, Wonwoo…” You whine. The incubus grins, watching as your hazy eyes try to focus on him.

“Don’t get tired on me yet, sweetheart.” His voice is eerily sweet when he speaks, eyes glimmering with mischief.

In the blink of an eye, you’re in a bed; silk sheets between your fingertips as you stare up at a dark ceiling. The confusion paints your features when you sit up, completely stripped of the dress you were wearing earlier.

You hear Wonwoo’s deep chuckles, eyes peering up at him when he comes into view in his dirtied slacks and undone silk shirt. “I figured… It’s going to be a long night for you so why don’t we have a little audience, hmm?”

The sound of shoes on hardwood have you turning your head, throat dry when you see who walks into the unfamiliar room.

“Oh, baby. You know I don’t like being played with either~ I don’t like that you used me to get ‘ol Wonwoo-hyung mad~” The grin on Chan’s face is sickeningly sweet; his own silk shirt undone and mussed when he sits on the opposite end of the large bed.

“I--I---”

“Now, now. He’s only here to watch you take your punishment, sweetheart.” Wonwoo rounds the bed, sitting down next to your blushing form. He tilts your head up, lips ghosting against your own before he smirks; crimson pools meeting your lust filled eyes.

“We agreed that it wasn’t very kind of you to use him as your pawn, y’know? Thought maybe he should be reimbursed for his troubles. However, I suggest you behave or else we might need some viewer participation, hmm?”

#wonwoo smut #incubus!svt #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #wonwoo

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renaxwrites · 4 years

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Hello! Nice to see you! I'm anon who asked you about Nekoma manager. I like all parts! Can I ask about Nekoma manager dating with Atsumu and Nekoma team reaction?

Dating

(Nekoma’s Manager Pt. 5)

a/n: thank you anon! omfg this request has me rollingggg cause imagine the riot these boys would raise if they found out you weren’t gonna be a nun for the rest of your life LMAO 😂 you would need a lot of brain cells 😭😭 hope you enjoy!! <3 pt. 4

Whew chile

Just make you’re prepared in all aspects. You’re going to need a LOT of patience to survive

After much persistence, you ended up giving in to Atsumu Miya’s endless charm and idiocy wit

You decide to try and keep it low key for a while, just until you had enough courage to break it to your team

However, this mf made it more difficult than you thought

Whenever you’re together, he’s BIG big on pda, he doesn’t care what anyone says

That being said, he is high key a simp for you so he’s a bit bummed he can’t give you hugs or smooches whenever he’s needy

But he DOES have a phone

But you swear someone should take it from him....anyone...pls

He texts you and calls you often, but once you and Atsumu made it official, it turned into more phone blow-ups

He figured out that sending you memes or pics with friends gets the most interaction from you

Atsumu is super into trashy memes, fight me on this

But seriously, how does he have time when he’s in class or practice? HOW??

The Nekoma players started to notice your growing amounts of giggling while staring at your screen

This ultimately lead into a Team Investigation™

As impatient as they were, they bided their time until you left your phone where they can get it

Therefore, a plan arose

“Y/N, do you mind going over the order forms with coach for a minute? Just to be on the safe side to make sure we’re not missing anything,” Kuroo asked.

LMAO everyone trying to be unsuspicious as possible

If you notice, you decide not to question it and go do your manager duties rq

The second you close the office door, they scramble to find your phone

EUREKA!! They silently thank God as they look at your wallpaper

Who TF is this blonde crusty-lookin ass! And why is hand on your waist >:(((

Most likely you and Atsumu have each other’s schedule down, so you can make time for each other

A familiar ‘ding’ comes from your phone, indicating a text from your secret bf

You hadn’t seen each other in a couple weeks, so of course the ONE time !!!!

As if fate wanted to mess w you, today Atsumu had decided to surprise you by showing up

“Who tf is ‘Ratsumu’? AND WHY DOES HE HAVE A HEART EMOJI NEXT TO HIS NAME?!!”

“HOLD ON!! What does it say?? ‘Look outside’ What does that mean?”

“Lev you dumbass, someone’s outside looking for her! We need to go see”

“What if Y/N gets mad tho”

“We NEED to know!! HURRY LET’S GO”

“Everyone shut up!!” Quick silence. “As the team captain, I will take the liberty of deciding that we shall all go. Quietly, we can’t have her notice”

Kenma rolls his eyes. “This is stupid”

But every player had their confirmation as Atsumu said his first sentence to them. He clearly didn’t pay enough attention, since he didn’t notice it was you at first, balancing his phone and a bento box on his hands.

“Babes, I SWEAR if ya send me another pic of Sangwoo asking ‘This You?’, I WILL make sure this is the last time ‘Samu makes ya any food!”

Silence.

“Wait. Who are y’all?”

This one question lead to mass destruction, with enough yelling and confronting to hear from the office you and the coach were in

You run out, thinking the world was ending. Nope, just your team in a confrontation match with your boyfriend

You yell for everyone’s attention. Everyone, including Coach Nekomata, looks like that Pikachu meme like :O :O :O

Taking the phone out of Kuroo’s hand, you carefully explain that you and Atsumu have been talking for a while, and only made it official a couple weeks ago.

The more you go on, you see the team visibly relax. However, they still express their concern if he amounted to your worth.

At this, Atsumu put his things down and takes your hand.

“I have no intention of hurtin her at all, you guys. Babes, I really care about ya and I’m in this for the long run.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and rubs your back.

With that, the team got the confirmation they needed. Most players went back into the gym, but your self-appointed guardians stood with their arms crossed. Kuroo, Yaku, Lev, Yamamoto, and even Kenma stuck around to make one thing clear.

“We care for her just as much as you do, so she’s still our priority. You hurt her, then we hurt you. Got it?”

Atsumu simply bows, then proceeds to pick up your food and lead you to the gym. “Come on y/n, I wanna see these guys play. Maybe we’ll have a match soon to see which of ya boys are better,” he playfully winks back at them.

Soon, you find your boyfriend and team interacting through playful banter and lighthearted conversation

You interlace your fingers with his, happy that you and your favorite people have met

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acquainted | eight

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summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: jungkook x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.6k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, jealousy and slight possessiveness, making out

tags: @laurynne5 @yiyi4657 @miinoongi @teamtardis-notdead @bluesharksandfish @photographic-girl @yonkoghan @moonchild1 @thebeebi (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"Should we go to that charity event the school is holding on Friday? It sounds kind of fun." Ryujin sipped on her drink, while you went through your closet, showing her different outfits over the facetime call.

"What's it for again?"

"I don't remember, but the Golden State Warriors dj is going to be dj'ing. He's pretty good."

"Yeah he is. I mean, I'm down, especially if it's for a good cause."

"Okay, I'll grab us tickets when I head to campus."

"You're not even gonna ask Jimin or Tae?" You chuckle.

"Why would I? They do everything we do, they don't know anything outside of us." You shake your head.

"Cut them a little slack."

"Boohoo, they'll say yes regardless. Bring Jungkook!"

"I mean, I'll ask, but I'm not gonna force him."

"Oh quit, I'm sure he'd be happy to spend time with you." She looked at you through the camera. "K, let me see that outfit."

"He said casual." You showed her your outfit in the full length mirror.

"Absolutely, yes! You're fucking hot." She squeals, automatically solidifying your outfit for tonight. It, thankfully, wasn't too cold in the Bay today, so you throw on a grey distressed denim mini skirt, a low-cut light grey longsleeve, a belt and some heeled combat boots. You ruffled and fixed your hair a bit until you were satisfied with your look, picking up the phone once more to turn your attention back to Ryujin.

"Thank you."

"No problem, babe. I hope you have fun! Did he say where you two were going?"

"Nope, it's apparently a surprise."

"Ugh, I love him already." She gushes, causing you to shake your head. You dabbed a bit of lip gloss and pressed your lips together to spread it out before spraying a perfume cloud for you to walk through. Sooner or later, knocks came at the door.

"Okay, I think that's him. I'll talk to you later?"

"Call me as soon as you get home. I want to know how big his dick actually is."

"You're sick. You sound exactly like Tae, you know that?"

"We're not talking about him."

"Love you, bye!" You abruptly hang up on her, unsure of why the hell you deal with her and Taehyung's crude comments. You grab your bag and open the door to see Jungkook standing there with a small bouquet of flowers. He peeks his head over the bouquet with the cutest smile you have ever seen.

"Hi." He slightly scrunches his nose and pulls you into a hug. Goddamn, does he smell good. "These are for you." He hands you the bouquet.

"Jungkook, they're beautiful. Thank you." You take it into your kitchen and place it into a vase really quickly before stepping out. You eye him from head to toe, and boy is looking like a whole ass meal in the denim outfit he has on. Like, who in the world could pull off this outfit like that?

"You look amazing." You blush. "If you ever get cold, just let me know, alright? I can spare my jacket."

"You're so sweet."

"Just want to make sure you're comfortable." He shrugs. "You ready?"

"Depends on what you have up your sleeve."

"Nothing extreme, if that's what you're thinking." He laughed. "I hope you enjoy it, though."

"Thanks for planning all of this, by the way."

"No biggie. I'm just glad to finally spend some time with you." He does a little run to open the passenger car door for you before hopping into the driver's seat. Immediately, he gets the car started and turns up the heat to make sure you're comfortable. The radio is softly playing Zayn's sHe, with Jungkook softly singing along.

"Wait a minute," You chuckle. "Do you sing?" He smirked.

"Maybe."

"Hey, that's not fair. Sing louder."

"No, now I'm shy." He chuckled.

"Why? It's just me."

"Yeah and I just wanna impress you and not make a fool out of myself."

"You won't! Please." You pouted, making him shake his head.

"Ugh, Y/N. That's going to easily become a weakness for me if you keep pulling that pout." You keep pouting. Eventually, he gets over himself and starts to sing a little louder than earlier, causing your heart to flutter at how angelic he sounds. He ends up laughing towards the end and shrugging it off, his cheeks tinted with a rosy tint as you shower him in compliments. Swoon. You were so into the moment that you didn't even realize Jungkook was taking you across the bridge to San Francisco. You and your friends don't come to the city much, strictly because there's too many goddamn hills, parking is expensive as fuck, there's too many one way streets and people just get crazy as hell [like crossing the street when it's not time to walk?!]. It was a little calmer back home and that's all you guys needed. You watch as he parks the car effortlessly on a steep hill before coming over to your side to open the door for you.

"Whew, that's gonna be a workout later." You look back at the steep hill that you're gonna have to climb after eating dinner, you assume.

"Don't worry, I got you." He laughs. There's actually a lot of people out for a Tuesday evening that you end up hanging onto his arm to get navigate the random sea of people. He walks into Brenda's French Soul Food - nothing too fancy, but nothing too casual. The waitress brings you both towards the back end of the restaurant and out into the patio, where there are christmas lights hung around the fence and outdoor heaters posted. He pulls out your chair before sitting himself down, the waitress putting down your menus and cups of water.

"Ohhhhh, my god." You say with heart eyes looking at the menu. You had heard about this place from so many people, and you were impressed that Jungkook was able to score reservations being that it's always so busy due to its popularity. "I'm so excited! I've been wanting to try this place."

"Goodjob, Jungkook." He says, patting himself on the back. "If you're happy, that's all I could ask for." The waitress comes back to offer recommendations, which you both include in your orders in one way or another. Although packed, the restaurant was able to pump out orders quickly and efficiently so you and Jungkook weren't sitting around for too long without food.

"So, how's Jin in class?" You almost choke on your food even though this is something you should have expected. You really wanted to avoid speaking about him tonight, but you knew it was inevitable being that you were out with his brother.

"Um, he's alright."

"Just alright?" He rose his eyebrow and chuckled.

"No, sorry. I mean, he's a really good teacher. Definitely better than our last professor. Everyone in class loves him."

"That's cool. Yeah, he's really smart and wise. I've always looked up to him."

"How long has it been?" You weren't sure how to ask the question, but Jungkook understood what you were asking.

"I was a sophomore in high school when my mom met his dad." You're silent for a moment, allowing him to continue on if needed. "I had a really hard time at first, you know? The whole stepfather thing. My anger was moreso directed towards my mom and my stepdad for awhile. But Jin helped me out a lot. He helped me come to terms with my feelings about everything and he stuck by my side, always had my back whenever I got into arguments or bickered with one of our parents." You nodded, suddenly feeling guilty even though you and Jungkook weren't a couple.

"So, you two are really close." He nodded.

"Yeah, we are. I really don't know what I'd do without him. He's taught me a lot and helped me grow. Plus, Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi have been around too. They treat me like their own little brother.”

"That's sweet. It's nice to have that kind of relationship with your sibling and their friends." You chuckle.

"It is." He nods. "Do you have any siblings?"

"Ryujin, Taehyung and Jimin." He laughs.

"From the club, right? I met your friends, they're fun people."

"They're too much, honestly. I'm the only child, but we've all been stuck to the hip since freshman year in college."

"That's cool that you guys have been together since then." You give him a toothless smile. "I think it's pretty awesome that you guys are tackling grad school together too."

"Initially, we all had different plans, but Jimin had some big goals for himself including grad school, and it played a huge role in my decision to do grad school, too. Then Ryujin followed, then Taehyung."

"Cute."

"Speaking of friends, there's this charity event at school on Friday." You look up at him, a small smirk growing on his face.

"Uh huh?"

"And I was wondering if you wanted to come along with us. They really want you there."

"That's sweet. But, what matters the most is that you want me there."

"I wouldn't be inviting you if I didn't, right?" You bit your bottom lip.

"Touché. Of course I'll go with you, beautiful." He does a small nod before sipping his water. "Should we show up in matching outfits?" He joked, causing you to snort.

"Honestly, that seems pretty entertaining. Cute, and entertaining."

"I'm down if you are." You stuck your tongue out playfully.

"I'm game too."

"Let me know what you're wearing then."

"I will, whenever I figure that out."

"Take your time. Just know you'll look good in anything." You blushed. You both continue to talk over the remaining bits of your food before Jungkook calls for the check. You watch as he scribbles his signature onto the receipt before standing and sticking his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans. While exiting the small and crowded restaurant, you hold onto his hand, feeling him grip it tighter as you both successfully make it out. The night isn't too cold, and you sure as hell knew it wouldn't be after you conquered the hill that Jungkook parked on.

"Fuck." You say as you stand on the street, eyeing the steep hill in front of you.

"Come on." He says, slightly bending down for you to hop onto his back.

"Ouu, I don't know if that's a good idea--"

"Y/N, I promise it's okay. Come on." He laughed. Hey, if he was willing to do this, then why not? You hop onto his back, his arms wrapping your legs tightly around his waist, while you clung onto his neck. "See, not so bad, right?" He says, sprinting up the hill, making you laugh and hold onto him tighter.

"Shit, I am so sorry. That was probably a workout. Right after we ate, too."

"Nah. It wasn't anything." He scrunched his nose. On the way back over the bridge, Jungkook is heading towards Lake Merritt. You both are singing along to songs and joking around about topics that pop up here and there. When he parks his car, you notice a whole crowd of people gathered by the lake, which was a little unusual for this time of night. He grabs your hand and gently caresses the top with his thumb as he walks you over towards the crowd. To your surprise, you realize people are gathered here for a water lantern festival. Your eyes light up, making Jungkook smile at how excited you look.

"Jungkook, what the hell! How did you know about this and I didn't?" He shrugs.

"I have my ways." He says, his voice low and deep. You playfully shove him before you make your way over to grab lanterns to decorate. You and Jungkook sit off in a more quiet, calmer part of the lake, silently decorating your lanterns and writing your wishes along with it. What exactly did you want to wish for?

Happy friends, happy family. Happy you.

Whatever happiness meant to you.

To have Chance look over you.

Jungkook is done pretty quickly, but he waits for you to finish, not questioning what you've written since he figures it's a private matter. He shows you his lantern and his cute little stick figure drawing of his family and friends. You giggle, watching him gently lay his lantern in the water, giving you leverage to do the same with yours. You stand closely to him, his body providing you some warmth as you watch your lanterns float off into the lake and illuminate the night along with the others.

"Ready? We have one more thing to catch." He snakes his arm around your waist and gives your side a gentle squeeze. You simply nod, following him back to his car. He takes you about 30 minutes away, exiting and pulling right into a lot two street lights down from the exit. He pulls up to the ticket booth, buying 2 tickets for Tenet at the drive-in movie. You squeal and clap in your seat excitedly, also not knowing this was still around.

"Did you really do your research to plan this date?"

"Yes and no? I've been here before, and I thought it would be fun to take you. The restaurant and the lantern festival though, yes." He parks his car as instructed, turning the radio to the correct channel in order to hear the audio. "Wanna hop in the back so we have more room?" You nod, getting out of your seat just to hop into the back. He leans over into his trunk, grabbing water bottles and assorted gummy candies for you to snack on in case you wanted some. "I hope you're having fun so far."

"I am." You respond softly.

"Okay, beautiful. If you say so." He chuckles. He moves the driver and passenger seats forward so that you both have room to spread your legs a bit. At first, Jungkook made sure to give you enough space so he wouldn't make you uncomfortable, but over time, you felt yourself sinking closer and closer to his body until he had his arm draped around your shoulder, while part of your body rested on his. His hand gently caressed your arm, occasionally sending goosebumps through your body at how soft his touch his. You glanced over, admiring at how focused he was on the movie. He must have felt you looking at him because he quickly looks over and blushes as he nibbles on a gummy worm. "What?"

"Nothing, it's just cute how focused you are."

"Damn, are you not into it?"

"I am, but it's kind of hard to follow sometimes."

"Yeah, it's definitely one of those movies." This time, his gaze on you is a little longer than before. You don't know what takes over you, but you plant a kiss on him, making him smile into the kiss. He doesn't say anything, but proceeds to rest his free hand on your neck, pulling you close and into another deep kiss. Your hand grips onto the side of his shirt, your tongues slowly fighting for dominance. The sounds of wet kisses fills the car and tunes out the movie audio. You can feel the moment intensifying, both you and Jungkook letting out breathy moans in between kisses. Suddenly, the thought of Seokjin quickly flashes in your mind, the past nights you've spent with him and the nasty shit you both have done to each other.

You lightly gasp as you pull away, but it wasn't obvious to Jungkook that something had disturbed your peace.

"Sorry, I—" He tries to save face just in case he was in the wrong about something.

"No, I just— I wasn't expecting it to get that intense." You lied. You knew damn well.

"It's okay." He chuckled. "I would never rush you into anything, Y/N. Okay? We can take this slow." He gives you a genuine, warm, reassuring smile that causes you to swoon. Why the fuck was he so good? Just why? How was this even fair right now?

All you do is simply smile and lean back onto him. He's back to caressing your arm and shoulder, giving you small pecks on the top of your head every now and then to reassure you. Part of you wondered if this is what Seokjin had taught him over the years - how to properly love a woman and be a gentleman. But then, that quickly fades when you remember the situation you're in with him.

Well no, you're not in anything with him. You needed to stop doing this to yourself.

When the movie ends, you both climb back into the front seats to make your way back home. You feel the exhaustion hit you, all the fun and adrenaline you felt today slowly come crashing down. Jungkook parks in the passenger loading zone, throwing on his hazard lights before walking you up to your apartment.

"Jungkook, thank you for tonight. I really enjoyed it and had a ton of fun with you."

"I'm glad." He cups your face and gently places a kiss on your forehead. You weren't satisfied with it though, so you tippy toe as you hold onto his hand and kiss him on the lips. He leans into the kiss, deepening it for a quick second before pulling away. "Let me know the details about Friday, okay?"

"Okay."

"I'll call you tomorrow. Sleep tight, beautiful." He smiles and licks his lips as he watches you walk in, feeling utterly content with how the day went. You feel the same way, smiling to yourself as you throw your bag onto the floor and prance into the bathroom to get ready for bed. You felt the butterflies in your stomach every time you thought about Jungkook and his smile, or his soft lips against yours.

Butterflies that kept your mind off of—

[jin] 10:04pm: Are you still with Jungkook?

You roll your eyes at the text. You hadn't pulled out your phone all night, so you're also seeing the numerous messages from your friends in the group chat, too.

[jimin] 7:45pm: have fun tonight, Y/N!

[taehyung] 7:50pm: ^ ditto. use protection, young lady

[taehyung] 7:50pm: think about mr. kim's feelings

[ryujin] 7:56pm: taehyung kim, shut the hell up. do you have anything better to do?

[jimin] 8:01pm: i really hope she doesn't pull out her phone during the date -__-

[taehyung] 8:05pm: lmfao you guys, chill out

[taehyung] 8:06pm: i'm sorry y/n, im just kidding. have fun tonight and be safe, love you

[ryujin] 8:10pm: CALL ME WHEN YOU GET HOME Y/N! i wanna know deets, remember! and ask him if he wants to join us on friday!

Unbelievable. Your friends were unbelievable, and that was an understatement. You don't respond to the group because you figured you'd call Ryujin in a bit and update the boys over the week. But to Jin's text - fuck.

You were literally just tucking him away in the far, far, far dark, deep depths of your mind.

[y/n] 11:38pm: I was, but now I'm home.

[jin] 11:39pm: Yeah, he just texted me back. Sorry.

[y/n] 11:40pm: It's okay.

[jin] 11:43pm: Okay. Have a good night.

He hates this. Why the hell would you do this to him? Grace is upstairs sleeping while Jin is trying to clean the kitchen up like he promised. Suddenly, his phone goes off, signaling a call coming in.

Jungkook.

"Hello?"

"Oh shit, yes! You're awake!" Jin chuckles a bit.

"How was the date?" Not only was he asking out of curiosity, but wanted to know how you were doing during the night. Completely none of his business but he couldn't help himself.

"God, she's fucking amazing. A-and-and beautiful." He yells into the phone excitedly. "She's so exciting. I can't wait to take her out again. I just wanna keep spending time with her." Jin is pretty unamused on the other line. Thank God he isn't on Facetime so he didn't have to fake this facial expressions hearing about Jungkook's feelings for you. "S-she- I mean, we kissed."

"Oh?" Jin asks, tongue pressed against his cheek. What the fuck.

"Yeah, we were making out during the movie. It got pretty intense, but it didn't get any further than that. I didn't wanna rush her into anything."

"You think it could have escalated?"

"Yeah honestly, but I wanna do right by her, you know?" Jin can tell how serious Jungkook was starting to become about pursuing you, and he had never felt more competitive until this day. He just wanted you to himself, and he wanted to be the one to kiss you and make you feel things you've only dreamed about.

Not his brother.

He, too, wanted you just as bad. If anything, more.

"It sounds like it was a pretty successful first date." Jungkook is beaming through the phone, he didn't have to see his face to know that.

"It was. It was such a good night." Jungkook chuckles. "By the way, I'm going to that charity event on campus on Friday. Are you and Grace going?"

"Probably not."

"Well, if you both are free, you should swing by. It'll be nice to see Grace."

"Yeah, I'll ask and see what's up." Jin sighs. "I should probably get to bed, I'm pretty tired. I'm happy to hear the date went well, kid."

"Thanks, dude. I'll talk to you later, get some rest."

"You too." Jin hangs up the call, silently hitting his fist against the kitchen counter as he lets out a deep sigh. More than ever, he wanted to keep you wrapped around his finger. He wanted to keep you there, no matter how selfish that sounded. There was no way he was going to let you unravel.

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