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beiasluv · 9 months

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cillian murphy and his ‘daughter-figure’

a/n: i can never make myself write for people in real life with a romantic interest, sorry 😩 but i won’t deny to reading allat. no proof reads :)

enjoy!

cillian had taken you under his wings (awh) a long, long time ago

thankfully, christopher nolan approve of your acting and accepted you for a movie, allowing you to meet him for the first time

becoming the youngest constant actress to be featured in nolan’s multiverse

several years later, you are, once again, walking on the red carpet with your on screen ‘father figure’

oppenhiemer ofc

walking along the red carpet, camera flashed at you and your drop-dead gorgeous outfit for the event. making sure to look around to catch every news headlines, you see flo and emily waving at you. wasting no time, you rushed to your favorite girlies.

“hii,” flo and emily enveloped you into her embraces and kisses.

“my darling, y/n, how’ve you been?”

giggling about the latest girl talk, complimenting flo on her haircut and outfit, and a little bit sprinkle of girls touch up, a third hand wrapped around your shoulders and you turned around to see those set of blue eyes.

“cill!”

“hello, darling,” without a second thought, cillian smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist. not too tight but not too insecure, just the perfect spot.

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yourinsta thank you. xoxo

cillian is just a sweet soul in general

he could get protective if you were rubbed off in a wrong way

if the interviewer ask weird questions, he won’t hesitate to throw hands

he also loves going out with you just for bonding purposes

movies, restaurants, or just going out with his kids

his wife definitely adores you

his kids definitely see you as their sister

a 100 percent some photo booths sessions with him

“ok, pose now!” you looked at the camera while making a serious face, which cillian mirrored. a funny face and a silly face precedes.

“how do you click this ancient photobooth? cill!”

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kanHK trust me! cillian def convinced her 😭

gagahi imagine getting your lunch payed by emily, rdj, cillian, matt, and JOHN?

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you are feeding cillian fans with post and pictures. (come on, we are starving)

dancing to tiktoks with cillian in the background smiling <3

you can never do interviews with cillian and never laugh

it. is. impossible.

he’s just very funny in private and ‘the’ dead face humor

“three, two, one, rolling!”

“hello- cillian,” chuckling as you see cillian staring off into the distance again.

“oh- hello,” he smiled. “i am cillian murphy.”

“and i am y/n l/n, and we are here for…”

what is your favorite scene with cillian?

“are we talking about oppenheimer or just everything?” you chuckled and took a swift glance at cillian who was grinning at you.

“just in anything, anything that comes to your mind”

“wow…” poking your tongue a little bit out while you were thinking. “i…don’t know…not- not because i don’t have one but it is a journey back, you know?” smiling at the interviewer.

“we take a long way back,” cillian added while he looked over to you. “i remember meeting her when she was just a little kid in the batman trilogy.”

“i- i was young, yes,” letting out a soft laugh, you thought again.

“um…I honestly don’t know which one to pick,” you chuckled. “i’ll say my favorite one is in inception, it just amazes me how cillian delivers his emotional, tear-jerking scenes, and we got to do a lot of amazing, humorous stunts.”

“cillian doesn’t take compliments very well, does he?”

the comment made you look over to your fellow actor and saw him smiling at you and shaking his head. you laughed and adjusted your position in the chair, “irish people doesn’t take it very well, he will just turn invisible if you keep complimenting him.”

are you going to go watch barbie?

cillian smiled and glanced slowly at you, “ask her.”

“a 100% will do. as a matter of fact, i already went to watch it,” you said proudly and giggled.

“oh really? how was it?”

“it was really, really good. i wasn’t expecting to cry but…you can ask him,” you pointed at cillian who couldn’t hold his chuckle in any longer.

“so you two went to watch it together? wow-”

“yes,” cillian smiled sheepishly. “a lovely movie, made y/n cried, very touching,” cillian chuckled.

“no spoilers but- the ending scene was super tear jerking but the end credits made me confused whether I should laugh or cry,” you laughed at your memories of going to watch barbie with cillian.

what do you have each other on the phone as?

“this is going to be so embarrassing,” you fake groaned and chuckled, while digging for your phone in your dress.

“also girls, this dress has pockets. amazing,” cillian and the interviewer gained a few chuckles. you fished out your phone and unlocking it with a few swipes, and opened the contact app, scrolling to the ‘c’ sections.

“i…have him as ‘cilly shelby’,” cillian went wide eyes and look at the screen of your phone.

cillian grinned and leaned back on his chair, “i saved her as y/n and a smiley face emoji.”

“aw what? that is so nice, i feel so bad now”

one thing about the person next to you?

“cillian, cillian, cillian. i would say he is very caring and an astonishing actor, performer,” you says while putting your hands to your heart.

“no- you are”

“irish modesty, people,” you faked rolled your eyes at him, while mockingly patting him.

“he’s great, just a very supportive…i wouldn’t say brother but i don’t wanna say father figure as well, even though we played a lot of father-daughter roles together,” you laughed at your own response, fixing your hair.

biting your lips, you pondered, “ah, i would say an…‘uncle figure’.”

“what?” cillian chuckled

“it’s someone you can have fun with and someone who you can look after to, for me,” you smiled while cillian cooed his response and gave you a side hug.

“that was very sweet,” he smiled. “i would say y/n is very sweet and brave soul, just someone who you meet and brightens your day.”

cillian cleared his throat and switched his crossing leg, “well, i have two boys but bonding with her will always be special to me, like the daughter i never had.”

“thank you christopher nolan for giving me a daughter,” he chuckled and gave you another side hug.

“aw, i’m going to cry”

last but definitely not the least. a random question from the audience, what is the hottest thing a man can wear?

laughters filled the room, rolling back in your chair, “wow, that was random.”

“i know right?” the interviewer chuckles and wiped a fake tears.

“i think we should ask the man,” you pointed your fingers at cillian and he shifted in his chair.

“wow…that really caught me off-guard,” cillian cleared his throat. “i would say a nice suit or a silk shirt.”

“definitely a black silk,” you added, gaining chuckles from cillian and the crews.

“for me…wow, it’s going to be really weird. I like men who wear watches, like the leather straps one,” you chuckled and hid your face in your palms.

“i definitely rubbed it on her, sorry,” cillian smiled and hid his watch as he crossed his arms.

“hey- yeah- maybe he did…ooo, ah, another thing is properly a teacher glasses, i don’t know man, it’s hot.”

“noted, guys, you’re welcome,” the interviewer says to the camera, cutting off the interview session.

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ms-fade · 7 months

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Day 3 of Kinktober

Public toy play.

Anthony Lockwood x Fem!Reader. 18+ Drabble.

Warnings: Public play, Toy play, Vibratater, Slight sir kink, someone talking to the reader when she’s getting pleasured, Cum control.

You couldn’t believe that you said yes to this.

He was so charming when he asked you all those mouths ago and he knew when to ask you, how to ask you. Lockwood had you pinned against the bed as you laid on your back with your legs wrapped around him. All you could do was cry at the overstimulated he gave you by giving you his cock all night until the sun was about to come up. He knew you’d do anything to be called a good girl so when he ask with his cock buried in your cunt, he knew you’d say yes.

It’s been mouths since then and you forgot about it, not even taking him seriously until he showed you the controllable bullet. It was purple and had a wire having out it for easy removal, the fucking smirk on his face made you annoyed. “I wasn’t joking sweetheart.” You spend about ten minutes trying to persuade him away from the idea, but you had to admit it did seem hot. “Let me try it once, the thought about it- Fuck. It turns me on so much.” That sent shivers down through your core and you had no choice but to indulge his fantasy.

In the little shop that sold your favorite items for missions for cheap he decided to control you there. Behind the shelfs you stood with your hands gripping the metal and forcing yourself to stand up. “Hmm.” You tried to keeper your mouth shut but it was so hard when it felt so good. Lockwood was watching from the aisle across with the controller in his hand. His cock hard while watching you try and keep your composure.

Pushing a bit further your hand pushed off a book on the floor and it was load you jumped in shock. “Oh fuck,” you whispered and looked over at your boyfriend with a glare. He just laughed and turned up the setting for giving him attitude. Your pussy clinched at the new sensation and your knees become so weak you almost feel. “Oh shit.” You moaned and looked down at the book trying to pick it up and act normal.

“Excuse me miss,” a voice called from behind you and made your face go pale. “Do you need any help?” Turning your head slightly around you saw a boy with a name tag and a store outfit on, his features similar to lockwoods. “Just fine, I have a-” the toy changed vibrations and started to pulse within you and you fell back a bit with a groan. “Had a nasty fight on a hunt- Oh. Could you pick up that book for me?” You held your stomach to act like it hurt so he wouldn’t get suspicious.

He bent down and picked up the black book and handed it back to you with a smile, “Anything else you need? We have medical supplies here if you need it.” Nodding you pushed back onto the shelfs and took a break to lean on something.

“Actually, I’m just looking around but I’ll call you if I need anything..” you smile and trail down to his name tagged, “Marcus.” Lockwood saw how the boy looked at you. In other situations he would jump over and feel jealous but not now, not when he’s about make you cum. It was hot to see him think he has a chance but he’s the one in control of you.

The boy walked off and as soon as he did you made a “O” face and your legs shacked with pleasure. You hummed and tried to grind on something that wasn’t there, you needed to cum so badly. Looking back over to lockwood you mouthed him a plead for permission to cum. It was perfect for him to see you begging to cum when you had hated the idea before.

Instead of a nod of approval you got nothing, his fingers clicked the button and the feeling stopped immediately. Whimpering you groaned at his teasing and got pissed off how he could do that to you. Flipping him off you took a few breaths of recovery. Clit throbbed to be touched and satisfied, your whole clinching on the toy inside.

“Don’t be so down, baby.” His voice spoke as he walked over to you, “We still have more places to go. Can’t you take more?” His fingers took your chin and pulled you closer, his eyes filled with hunger and desire. “Be a goodgirl for me and I’ll let you cum. Not just on the toy, but on my cock.” It sounded so good. Your body aches to do both.

“Yes sir.”

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meatmutt-nsfw · 2 years

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a rare experience | carlos oliveira

fuck it probably ooc carlos fic as an early 1.7k fic >:)

pairing(s): dom!carlos oliveira X reader

warning(s): nsfw, face/throat fucking so blowjob, carlos has a daddy kink (papa is also used), hair pulling, gagging, ball licking/sucking, facial, he usually bottoms so hints of that :3

CARLOS ran his teeth over his bottom lip and let out a deep, pleasured breath as he watched you take his cock in your mouth. You closed your eyes as you sucked on his tip, your hands gripping the skin of his bare thighs. He moaned quietly and thrusted his hips gently.

You lifted your head from the pillows in order to take more of his cock in your mouth. “Oh, shit,” Carlos groaned. One of his hands rested on his hip as the other went to your hair. “Yeah, take it for daddy. Fuck, yeah~”

You opened your eyes and looked up at him, seeing a smirk on his face. It wasn’t everyday he got to refer to himself as daddy around you, so you were gonna let him live in the moment.

Carlos moved your head and his hips in opposite motions so they met in the middle. You heard various moans, ‘oh yeah’s, and swears from him as he continued. Carlos sped up his movements, the lewd squelching and sounds of you gagging growing almost continuous.

“Take it for papa.” He shoved your head down on his cock and thrusted forward, his balls touching your bottom lip and chin. You choked, fingers pulling and struggling against the skin of his thick thighs. Carlos tossed his head back with a loud groan.

After a few seconds of holding you there, he let go of your hair and pulled his hips back so you could breathe. You took a gasp and a moan escaped you. Carlos’ cock twitched. There was a short strand of spit connecting his dick to your tongue, making his body grow hotter.

He chuckled quietly. “You liked that didn’t you, sweetheart?”

“Mhm.” You said as you stuck your tongue out, looking up at him. Carlos cooed as he looked down at you, taking his hand from his side and holding his cock.

Carlos slapped his dick against face gently, clicking his tongue in sync with the smacks. “C’mon lick it,” he commanded. Carlos watched intently as your tongue teased his tip before going to the underside of his shaft and licking a teasing stripe up it. He hummed in approval.

You moaned quietly as he shifted more towards your face, your tongue able to reach his balls without straining your neck. You kissed them softly before taking one in your mouth, switching to the other after you heard Carlos let out a guttural moan.

You felt his grab your hair again, guiding you away from his balls. “Open.” You did as Carlos said, flattening your tongue once again so he could tease the tip on it. “Mm, I’m gonna fuck your throat again and I want you to thank me for it once I’m done.”

“Yes sir.” You said in order to indulge him. You took him into your mouth, preparing yourself for his hip thrusts.

Carlos held your head still while he fucked your throat. His moans told you he was close, very close. “Yeah, shit, that’s it.” You moved your hands to his ass, groping the skin and spreading his cheeks as he fucked your mouth. He slowed his thrusts a bit when he spoke. “You like my ass don’t you, slut.”

You slapped his ass, making his cock twitch. “Sorry, sorry.” He laughed breathily then broke it with a moan. Carlos pulled his hips away but let his tip rest near your tongue while he needily stroked himself. “What do you say to your daddy? What’d I tell you to say?”

You let out a pleasured, breathy moan. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Yeah, fuck, yeah.” Carlos jerked his cock quickly, pants constantly coming from him. His head tilted back and his chest heaved as his orgasm built. “Cumming!”

You closed your eyes when he cried out, feeling his seed shoot on your tongue and face. You rubbed his ass with both your hands in order to soothe him from his climax.

When you opened your eyes, Carlos was moving off your chest. He hovered over you on all fours, admiring his cum still on your face. You wiped it up with your finger and sucked it off. “Don’t swallow yet,” he advised. He took hold of your wrist and licked the bit of cum at the base of your finger.

Carlos leaned down and kissed you, the both of you moaning into one another’s mouths. “Papa tastes good, doesn’t he?”

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no-phrogs-in-hats · 1 year

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Hi ! I saw you wanted suggestions for Brienne x reader !

So basically, Reader loves Brienne and Brienne loves reader, but the havn't told each other yet.

Brienne is coming to reader's castle (I think reader is a Princess, at least from the upper class) but she is attacked (her and the men she was with). Some of the men manage to escape, but not Brienne.

The men arrive to the castle and tell what happened. Reader ask if Brienne is alive. Some of them answer they don't know, some of them answer they saw her stabbed.

Reader locks herself in her bedroom for a week, refusing to eat and to move. When someone knock she asks them to go away until she recognizes Brienne's voice saying smth like " I'm sorry Y/N I'm late"

I hope I made it understandable.

Thank you if you do it

Late for Dinner

Brienne x reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, hurt/comfort

A/N: Sorry this took me so long, but I hope you enjoyed it<3

Your stomach sank. “What do you mean? Was she injured?”

“Your highness,” the knight said again, “I’m sorry, but...”

Your ears tuned everyone out. Missing? How could Brienne be missing? She always made it out of a fight. The thought of her misery, her torture, her death made bile rise in your throat.

“Thank you,” you managed to choke out. “You may go now.”

The man bowed, the others behind him following, and turned out of the room. From your peripheral vision you could see your parents turn their heads to look at you.

“Don’t,” you mutter, knowing they’re about to say something. And with no other words, you leave the throne room, court members looking on and whispering under their breaths.

Days had gone by and you hadn’t moved from bed. Meals had been brought in on trays and set down on your vanity. But there was no energy to move. So, the trays stayed there, untouched, food uneaten.

There was a light knock on your door. Without waiting for an answer, the handle turned and in walked your mother.

“Sweetheart?” Her voice was soft and the door clicked shut. She moved to the bed, sitting down on the plush mattress and reaching out to stroke your hair. “The kitchen said that you haven’t eaten a single bite since Monday.”

“Go away,” you grumble.

Your mother sighs. “Darling, you need to eat. I know you’re worried but Brienne could show up at any moment.”

“How do you do it?” you ask, face still buried in your tear-stained pillow. “How do you remain so optimistic?”

“In a world like this,” she says, “you have to be. Seeing a better future gives you hope. You’ve always been pessimistic, though. I think you got it from your father.”

“I definitely didn’t get it from you.”

A light chuckle escapes her lips and she sighs. Her hand moved down to touch your shoulder before she stood up. “I know your father’s never really approved of your…choices…but he is worried. He just wants you to be happy, and if–”

“If he wants me happy,” you cut in, “he can bring Brienne back…”

Two more nights passed and you worked up just barely enough energy to take a bite of porridge in the morning. The sun was almost below the horizon when a maid brought in a tray with that night’s dinner. You thanked her before she left, sitting up in bed and dragging yourself out of the warm cocoon of blankets.

At this point, you had lost every ounce of hope. Your head had cleaned itself of its brief delusions. Brienne was gone. Brienne was never coming back. Brienne was dead, and that was that. As you weeped, you took a single bite of a pastry on the tray surrounded by various vegetables and mashed potatoes covered in butter. Barely being able to stomach the small bite, you set it back down on its plate.

After an hour, the sun was completely set, and your room was thrown into darkness. When another maid came in to clear the tray, she lit the fire in your bedroom hearth.

“Thank you,” you muttered.

Curtsying, the girl left in a hurry and all was silent. The moon could be seen through your window and your eyes focused on nothing but the silver orb in the sky. More tears began to fall and your eyes grew heavier. Grief always makes one so terribly tired.

A knock on the door drew you from a light doze.

“Go away,” you called.

You could hear the door open and your breath deepened. Turning over to face the door, you didn’t register who was there before shouting. “I told you to g–!”

You stopped yourself. There she stood, a sheepish smile on her face. “I’m sorry I’m late,” she said. Her hair was a mess, locks of unwashed hair fell in her face. Bruises lined her cheek with patches of dirt, and she wore no armor–only a tunic and loosely fitting breeches.

“Brienne!” Tears once again formed in your eyes, but these were not of sorrow. Every prayer, every hope and wish had been answered. You sprang from bed and ran into her arms, sobbing. “I thought you were dead.”

“I know, darling,” she whispered. “I know.” Brienne’s hand came to your head, fingers entwined with strands of hair as she held you closer. “I’m here now…And I won’t leave you.”

Sniffling, you pull away, looking her up and down, panicking. “Oh, gods! You’re bleeding! Let me take you down to the kitchens.” You took her hand and rushed out of the room. “They should have something–how bad is it?”

Brienne stopped you in the middle of the hallway. “Y/N! Y/N!” You turned around at your name. “I’m fine.” Her voice softened. “I stopped at a boarding house a couple days ago. They stitched me up. I promise you,” she said, “I’m fine.”

Your chest rose and fell as you relaxed. “Alright…but we’re still going down to the kitchen. You need to eat something.” You continued holding her hand as the pair of you strolled down the corridor. “And you’re a mess, too. You can use the bathhouse tomorrow, and I’ll have the maids try and find you some clean clothes.”

At the sight and sound of you fussing over her, Brienne smiled, holding back tears knowing that she’s finally found a love worth fighting for.

#gwendoline christie #brienne of tarth x reader #brienne of tarth #hurt/comfort #oneshot #game of thrones

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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do u think you'll ever continue soft spot? <3 every part was so goodd!! I loved it so much, your writing is a gift

I'm so glad you like it! I'd love to continue writing Soft Spot fics. , I'll keep this series going as long as you guys like it 🤍✨ (so, if one of you wants a specific thing to happen next, be sure to let me know!).

Warnings: ✨ smut ✨ Chrollo's mean in the beginning, but the story ends really fluffly 🥺✨

Word Count: 2143

‘So’, Chrollo closed his eyes while politely wiping his mouth, ‘Are we going to talk about what happened yesterday?’.

You didn't answer, and neither did Feitan.

‘What’s wrong, darling? You obviously didn’t like Feitan and me arguing about you’.

‘Nothing’s wrong’.

You couldn’t tell him, right? The way your body ached more for Feitan’s than for his.

‘Feitan?’, Chrollo coldly looked at his second man.

‘Want to eat in silence’, Feitan sighed, ‘Nothing to say anyway’.

‘Still don’t want to share our darling?’, Chrollo’s eyes were locked with Feitan’s, ‘She wants us to’.

You silently took a sip from your wine. You weren’t going to argue. The thought of Feitan watching as Chrollo touched you always made your heart beat faster.

‘She wants me. She hates you’.

‘Is that so?’, Chrollo now smirked, ‘Haven’t you told Fei how you kept begging me to fuck you when he wasn’t talking to you?’.

‘Hm’, you hastily turned your head, too embarrassed to answer.

‘Tsk’, Feitan loudly dropped his cutlery, his eyes burning with rage. He was always so composed and cold, but when it came to you, he couldn’t keep his cool. ‘What’s wrong, Fei? You really thought she-‘.

‘Enough’, you quietly interrupted, your voice shaking with anger, ‘I’ve had enough. If you can’t stop arguing, I’ll leave-‘.

You couldn’t, right? Did you forget? You were still a prisoner.

Chrollo clicked his tongue, his finger waving in the air, ‘Come now darling, don’t make me remind you what your place is. I love you, don’t get me wrong, but you’re still my property. You can’t leave, ever’.

‘Sorry’, you lowered your head, afraid of the consequences.

Feitan noticed the pain in your eyes, the way you longed for your freedom, but there wasn’t anything he could do. Chrollo was still his boss, and he still respected him, even though he didn’t like sharing you. Without Chrollo, the spiders would’ve never left that dump. They would still live in poverty between the rats and junk.

‘Not good enough, darling. Why don’t you show me how sorry you are?’, he smugly replied as he unbuckled his belt, ‘You don’t mind, right Fei?’.

‘H-huh?’, you widened your eyes, hands nervously fiddling at the bottom of your nightgown - yes, Chrollo still forced you to wear that cursed thing.

‘Show me’, Chrollo’s cold gaze pierced through your skin.

Feitan wanted to leave, he really did because he hated when Chrollo touched you, but he wasn’t going to, was he? You were going to touch him, to please him and for some reason, Feitan wanted to see it. He wanted to see what you looked like as you pleased his boss. Were you going to be just as cute and careful as you were with him?

You couldn’t help but look at Feitan, seeking some kind of approval in his eyes.

‘What’s this?’, Chrollo chuckled, ‘The only person whose approval you need is mine, darling. Now, I’ve been very patient up until now, but I can’t help but get angry when you disrespect me like that’.

‘S-sorry’, you shyly placed a strand of hair behind your ear as you walked towards Chrollo, ‘W-what do you want me to-‘.

He roughly pulled on your wrist, forcing you onto your knees.

‘I’m tired of your behavior when Fei’s in the room’, he pulled you in front of him, his thumb now gently stroking over your cheek, ‘Is it so hard to show me some respect? I’m the one who takes care of you. Who buys your clothes, who feeds you, who makes sure you have a warm bed… So why do you only have eyes for Feitan?’.

‘C-chrollo that’s not-‘, ‘You don’t get to talk right now’.

You could feel Feitan’s eyes burning at the back of your head. Chrollo made sure your back was turned to Feitan, so your ass was on display for him to watch. Feitan didn’t want to share you, so this was his punishment. He could look at your perfect ass while Chrollo enjoyed you.

‘Hm’, Chrollo smirked as he guided you, ‘Fei’s getting jealous darling’.

He was. He wanted to feel the warmth of your mouth around his member, and the way it was now pressing against his underwear made it all the more painful to watch.

‘What’s wrong Fei? Having second thoughts?’, Chrollo pulled on your dress, causing you to whimper as you felt the cold against your skin, cheeks red with embarrassment.

‘Huh?’, Feitan widened his eyes as he saw the wet stain in your underwear. ‘What? You really thought she wasn’t going to like this?’, Chrollo grabbed your jaw, his eyes still locked on Feitan as he kissed you. 'Are you pretending this is Fei's? After all, he's your favorite, isn't he? You care more about him than me, so I can't imagine you want to make me feel this good'. ‘I-I’m yours’, you quietly responded, not daring to look at Feitan. ‘You are, but your heart doesn’t belong to me, does it?’.

Silence. Nothing more, nothing less.

‘I-I care for you both’. ‘But you don’t love me like you love Fei’, Chrollo clenched his jaw, ‘I had to force you to wear this, but you wear Fei’s charm so proudly’.

You looked at your bracelet when Chrollo held your wrist in the air for Feitan to see.

‘T-that’s because-‘, ‘Shut it’.

You could hear Feitan’s nails digging into the fabric of his pants. He couldn’t stand it when Chrollo treated you like this..

‘Don’t you dare give me that crap about me kidnapping you because he tortured you. He gave you those scars, those burn marks and for some reason, you love him and not me. What have I ever done to you? When you came crying to me about how you felt sick for caring about us, when you cried because Feitan ignored you… I comforted you, didn’t I? Has Feitan ever comforted you as I did? Without fucking you after?’.

You quickly darted your eyes toward the ground. It’s not like he was wrong, but you couldn’t help the way you felt. It’s not like you didn’t care about Chrollo, you cared a lot, but he wasn’t what Feitan was to you.

‘Tsk’, he narrowed his eyes before grabbing your hair, ‘I’m done playing the nice guy when all I get in return is a brat who forgets her place’.

Tears, again. You tried to ignore the lump in your throat as he once again guided your head to the pace he preferred.

‘Tears?’, Chrollo chuckled, ‘Always doing anything to please Fei’.

Feitan widened his eyes at the remark, now eager to see your face.

You could feel Chrollo pulling at your hair, turning your head so Feitan could see your face.

‘Tsk’, Feitan clicked his tongue in response.

He hated this, he truly did, but you knew he couldn’t resist it when you were crying…

‘Up’, his cold voice teared through the lewd noises.

‘What’s this, Fei? Changed your mind?’, Chrollo’s eyes followed his every movement.

He didn’t answer. He knew he was giving Chrollo exactly what he wanted, but once he saw the dark circles under your eyes from your mascara, he lost all inhibitions.

‘On the table’.

A whimper escaped once you felt his cold hands on your waist, easily lifting you off the floor onto the table.

‘Shit’, you hissed as you felt the cold glass of the table against your back.

‘Wrong place, Feitan’, Chrollo smirked, ‘I want to fuck her this time. You had her yesterday’.

‘H-hey can I have a say in this?’, you pressed your hands against Chrollo’s shirt, but Feitan quickly grabbed your jaw in response. ‘I’ve seen how wet you were, so stop pretending you don’t want this’.

He was right. You wanted this, more than anything. So, you did what you knew would drive him crazy.

‘D-don’t want this, Fei, please’, you whimpered, a tear still rolling down your cheek.

‘Hm’, a devilish grin on his face, ‘So pretty when you beg me to stop’. He leaned over, a soft kiss on your cheek before he forcefully guided your head to his member.

‘F-fuck’, you closed your eyes as you pushed yourself away from Feitan when Chrollo’s tip met your entrance. ‘What’s wrong, darling? Keep going, or I won’t give you what you want’.

Your eyes glided to Feitan. His hand was still holding your jaw, waiting for you to start again.

‘H-hmpf’, you arched your back as Chrollo thrust into you.

Disappointment washed over Chrollo as you still didn’t look at him, or was it jealousy? He certainly couldn’t be jealous of Feitan, right?

‘So pretty’, Feitan stroked over your cheek as you desperately gasped for air, your mind flooded with pleasure. ‘You haven’t come yet’, Feitan smirked while watching Chrollo kiss your ankle, ‘You aren’t fucking her right. I would’ve had her shaking 3 times by now’.

‘That’s because you care about her pleasure, I don’t’.

A small moan escaped. You couldn’t help but like the way he was using you for his own needs.

‘Unbelievable’, Chrollo chuckled, ‘See Fei? She likes being fucked like a little slut’. ‘Do you?’, Feitan narrowed his eyes, his grip around your jaw tightened, ‘Is that how you want to be treated?’.

‘N-no’, you quickly shook your head, ‘I’m not-‘. ‘So fucking tired of this’, Chrollo suddenly pulled you closer to him, fucking you even harder, ‘It’s always Feitan. Always looking at him, always talking to him. You’re mine. Why can’t you understand that?’.

‘S-slow down, please’, your hands desperately holding onto the edge of the table. ‘Answer me. Why? Why’s it always Feitan?’, Chrollo raised his voice, not thinking about slowing down. He knew he must sound angry, but he wasn’t. He was hurt.

‘You’re hurting her-‘, Feitan tried to intervene but Chrollo couldn’t care less if you were hurting just a little. You deserved this. ‘If you don’t sit down on that chair and watch how I ruin her, I’ll let Hisoka have his way with her’.

Never. There could never be a time when the two of them wouldn’t argue over you.

Feitan obeyed. He knew Chrollo would probably never allow Hisoka to touch you, but if there was even a slight chance that he was being serious… ‘See? I’m the one who’s in charge, the one who made all of this possible. This mansion, your expensive jewelry, clothes… So why did you fall for him?’.

‘Not now, not now, not now’, you closed your eyes, unable to respond.

‘I want to be the one to take you lovingly, to kiss you, to hold you at night… But when do I get the chance to hug you at night? To kiss you goodnight? You’re always asking for Feitan to hold you, for him to-‘.

Shaking? You were shaking?

‘She’s going to come’, Feitan coldly replied when he noticed that Chrollo’s eyes went round.

‘You’re driving me crazy’, Chrollo placed a hand on your neck, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your shoulder, ‘Fei, get up’.

He reluctantly obeyed.

‘P-please’, you opened up your legs more, ‘C-can Fei touch me, please Chrollo’.

‘Only if he gets to stuff that bratty mouth of yours’. ‘Please Feitan, please’, you looked at him with innocent eyes.

Feitan could come just by looking at you right now. You were so eager for him to be in your mouth that you were almost crying.

‘Don’t let her come until we do’, Feitan looked at his boss, ‘You’re right boss, she isn’t very nice to you. It’s time we teach her how to be a good pet’.

‘N-no, c-can’t hold it anymore-‘, ‘You’re going to come when we do, won’t repeat myself’, Feitan pulled a little harder on your hair, ‘Now shut up and let us use you until we’re done’.

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‘You’ve been so good’, Chrollo’s warm voice met your ear. ‘Hm, such a good girl’, Feitan gently kissed your foot that was hanging out of the tub. ‘C-can I ask something?’, you shyly let your head fall back onto Chrollo’s chest. ‘Anything’, Chrollo tightened his grip around your waist. ‘Anything’, Feitan softly added while getting up from the edge of the tub, his eyes searching for a bathrobe. ‘Can we sleep together tonight? The three of us?’.

A moment of silence filled the bathroom. Both men waiting for the other to respond.

‘If Feitan doesn’t mind-‘, ‘Don’t mind’, Feitan hastily replied. ‘A-and can we watch a movie together or something?’, you quietly asked.

‘A movie?’, Chrollo chuckled. ‘A-and snacks’, you smirked, ‘Snacks and lots of cuddles’.

Feitan normally never smiled, or not much at least, but your innocence had him smiling from ear to ear.

‘I’ll get us some snacks while Chrollo gets you in bed’. ‘Hm’, Chrollo hummed, ‘Good idea, Fei’.

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Namjoon Married x reader drabble (This is lowkey a draft lmao)

Summary: You go to dinner with the some of the older women in your husband's side of the family and learn that most of them stop becoming affectionate with their S/As. And you present that fear to your husband.

Tags: Fluff, Smut (only the end!)

A/N: I just wanted to post something because I promised to post like a month ago or something like that lmao. WARNING: THIS IS NOT GOOD BABES <3 just something to post. I got the idea from some manga I was watching a review on!! (idk the name lmao) If you see something that i could approve in let me know!! I'm trying to get better! <3

The sounds of clicking and clunking of forks on empty plates and shy giggles fill the air, accompanied by the soft music from the piano on the other side of the dining room. The giggles fade into full on laughter in front of my face. I laugh also as I’m brought back to reality (this is so dramatic idk how to introduce a scene lol)

“No, I’m serious! He might give me a kiss on my birthday but he doesn’t really kiss me anymore.” She laughed along with the other women. She being my husband’s older cousin. And the other women at the table are the women in my husband’s family. We have brunch as often as we can.

“Oh you get used to it.” She laughs

“Oh trust me! I am! My husband hasn’t touched me in years.” Another cousin spoke that’s around the same age. My eyes widened. Years? I thought. My husband and I can’t go more than a couple of days without touching each other. Months sound ridiculous to me, so, YEARS sounds miserable!! Well Apparently I said “Years” out loud and everyone nodded and exclaimed yes.

“Look sweetly. Being together or married to someone for a long time makes you a lot less interested in affection after a couple of years.” One of the older aunts explained to me.

“Exactly! Cherish every intimate thing Namjoon does. Because one of those times is gonna be the last.” They laugh.

They continue to lightly chuckle about the situation, I join in so they don’t see my genuine reaction to these statements but, this really bothered me. One day, Namjoon won’t be affectionate with me anymore?

After dinner, I headed home. I’m putting in the code to enter my shared apartment with my Husband.

“I’m home!” I annouce while I take my shoes off.

“Hi babe!” I hear my favorite person’s voice say from the living room. I walk over there after dropping my bag at the door. I get to the couch to meet eyes with my husband's literal Million dollar smile. His eyes do that thing when he darts his eyes off the tv to lock with mine.

“Hi baby.” He greeted me once again. He puckers his lips for a greeting kiss. I go to accept it when I remember - Cherish every intimate thing Namjoon does. Because one of those times is gonna be the last. I dramatically straddled his waist and attached my lips to his. I take in the warm fuzzy electric shock feeling I get when our lips touch. Because that shock might dim soon.

He was obviously taken back but grabs onto my waist and starts to move his lips with mine. We make out for about 5 minutes before Namjoon breaks the kiss. We pant for a couple seconds. He laughs lightly.

“Wow. What was that for?” He smirked happily, q1ewq1but with confusion.

“I just missed you so much.” I panted. He chuckled and pecked my lips.

“You were only gone for 4 hours.” He tucked one of the hairs behind my ear. As I look into his eyes and see the warmth and complete utter love in his eyes. I smile sadly.

“Joon, will you love me forever?” I think out loud. The smile on his face faded and was quickly replaced with confusion and worry. He sits up a little.

“Where is this coming from?” He asked

“Just. I-.” I avoid eye contact for a second before I look at him again.

“ During brunch, the ladies were talking saying that after some time, they all aren’t as affectionate with their husbands anymore!” I exclaimed.

“And then, One of your aunts said to me ‘Cherish every intimate thing your husband does. Because one of those times is gonna be the last’ and never want you to stop being affectionate with me. That sounds like a miserable life to live. I never want to go months let alone YEARS without any affection from you! That would break my heart!”I scramble out.

“Joon, I love you so much. And I want to receive your love, affection, kisses, hugs, cuddles and hand holding for the rest of my life.” I breath out the last of my intrusive talking. He looks up at me with squinted eyes.

“Y/N. As much as we are affectionate, you think that will just stop one day? Is that what you're saying?” He asked in a scolding tone.

“Well. Yeah I guess. It seems to be pretty common.” I mutter. Hearing him say it makes it sound kind of funny.

“Babe. Nothing about our relationship is common. My love for you will only get stronger honestly. Never weaker.” He sat up a little more.

“Y/n, I married you so others know my love for you will remain for the rest of my life. And I meant it when I said `til death do us part.” My eyes widened. I didn’t think my random over reaction for the day would lead to us having this deep of a conversation. In my head I thought he would chuckle and kiss me til I forgot about it.

“J-joon.” I sadly say

“Y/n. I will love you forever.” He says so truly I feel a warm sensation through my whole body. Before I can respond he leaves a peck on my lips.

“And ever.” Another kiss. “And ever.” Another one. “And ever.” As he plants a thousand kisses all over my face. I laugh as I lay on the couch and stop fighting back to the kisses.

“I didn’t actually think you would actually give me an answer like that.” I laugh.

“Y/n it’s the truth!” He said while planting the last kiss.

I straddle his lap once again.

“ Well just so you know, I will love you forever and ever.” I say while peppering kisses on his thick lips.

“You know what else they said they haven’t done with their husbands in years?” I say while unbuttoning my top. He looks at my hands to try to see as much as he can as each button comes undone.

“They said that they haven’t had sex in years.” I pout while I finally reach the last button and take off my top. Leaving me in my lace black bra. Namjoon stuttered out a groan when my top came off.

“I know baby, sounds like hell.” I koo at him. “I couldn’t imagine going a week without you, let alone years.” I whisper seductively into his ear.

“You’ll never have to worry about that babe.” He sighed out. I can feel his rock hard Friend under my crotch. He stands straight up with no struggle, while gripping my thighs. I hesitate for a second before I wrap my legs around his waist. “I’ll be fucking you, forever.” He whispered while carrying me to our bedroom.

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wayfarer microfic challenge, part 5

prompts taken from here! pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

Earth

Sereia’s struggle with the sandwraith is brief, but messy. Her sword is slick with its blood, and there is sand in her mouth, boots, and hair, and she doesn’t care about any of it. She doesn’t care about anything except for the ghost standing across the sand, shouting her name. She drops her sword, and she runs.

She’s half-convinced he’s a mirage until she crashes into him, solid and breathing and real. He’s unprepared for the force with which she slams into him, and they both go down hard into the sand. For a moment it’s like they’re back in training, flopped on the soft ground of the Spire’s training pits.

“Hi, Reia,” Aeran says with a strangled laugh, and Sereia feels a piece of her that’s been missing for three years click back into place.

“I thought you were gone,” Sereia half-sobs. “I thought it was only me.”

“I’m here.” His arms tighten around her. “I’m here.”

Jewelry

Before Cenric takes her away, Sereia’s parents adorn her with gifts. Sweets from Tol Covere’s markets, fine traveling clothes, and most of all, jewelry. Heavy, glittering silver and gold that she was always allowed to look at, but never touch.

She dreamed of being deemed worthy of her family’s riches, once. But that was before she watched money change hands and learned how much, exactly, she was worth to them.

Now, she stands beside Cenric on a ship bound for an uncertain future, and one by one, drops the pieces of jewelry over the side. She has lived eleven years without the favor of House Adanis. She will not take its pity now.

“Bold move, kid,” Cenric says. She hasn’t quite figured out how to read him yet, but she thinks she sees approval in his eyes.

Sereia shrugs. “I don’t need them,” she says, and finds she means it.

Hobbies

Aeran has heard this tale a dozen times before. But it’s a new night, in a new tavern, and that means a new audience for Sereia to regale with accounts of life on the road.

Familiar as he is with the story, Aeran can’t help but listen anyway. To say Sereia has a way with words is an understatement. It’s artful, the way she takes a simple story and weaves it into—he’d say something magical, if the thought wouldn’t leave a bitter taste in his mouth.

“You could’ve been a bard, you know,” he tells her later, once the crowd has dispersed.

Sereia laughs, face flushed purple with pleasure and alcohol. “A bard? You’re not serious.” At his nod, she seems to consider it for a moment. “I don’t know. It’s fun, and it passes the time. But I’m a Wayfarer, at the end of the day. Everything else is secondary.”

She speaks of their order so proudly, even now. Aeran can’t help the ruined places his mind goes to when she talks like this. But this has been a good evening, and tonight, at least, he can keep his stupid fucking demons at bay a while longer.

“Still. You’d have made a good one,” he says with a shrug, and Wayfarer or not, Sereia beams.

Sensitive

The problem with sharing so much of yourself with someone is that you understand exactly how best to wound each other.

“You act like you’re Varyn’s only living legacy, but you’re more mercenary now than Wayfarer,” Aeran says, knowing full-well how desperately Sereia hopes that she’s carrying on her order’s legacy, that she’s grown into someone their mentor would be proud of.

Well, fine. Two can play this game, and words have always been Sereia’s most powerful weapons. “That’s it?” Her mind is a wreck, but her voice is steady and ice-cold. “You’re going to walk away? What do you think that makes me believe about you, Aeran Kellis?”

That freezes him in place for a moment longer, but it’s a hollow victory. That’s the other problem with fighting someone who is a part of you; every blow that strikes them hurts you, too.

Happiness

When she reads Varyn’s letter on the worst day of her life, Sereia feels the hopeful side of her start to shrivel up and die.

She doesn’t let it. Even when she feels that nothing will be alright ever again, she clings to her steadfast determination to make a life worth living. And over five long years, hope slowly comes back.

She mostly finds it in small moments. In traipsing through new waters, in flirting with pretty girls in taverns, in lighthearted teasing with Aeran, in balancing atop a ship’s railing for a better view of a beautiful city.

This life is not an easy one. But Sereia will find the joy in it, wherever it leads.

#wayfarer if #wayfarer #cleo writes #DID THE THING #JUST ONE MORE BAYBIEEEEEE #this has been a lot of fun but i am EXCITED to have them all done lmfao #one more set of five that is #sereia varyn

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Christmas Stockings

Summary: You wear sexy Christmas stockings for Sy

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 1k (🤣 so much for 500 word drabbles)

Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex (male receiving), fingering (female receiving), mild praise kink

Authors Note: This is for @winter2112rose 12 + 1 Days of Christmas Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate. 🙏

This series will be a set of short (approx. 500 word) drabbles. They will be mostly set in Australia and consist of vignettes of your and Sy’s Christmas’s together. The reader is Australian, but I am still aiming to be as inclusive of race, and size as possible.

Thanks to @amberangel112 for beta reading. Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

12 + 1 Days of Christmas Masterlist

Day 3 Christmas Stockings

“Sugar, get out here,” Sy calls to you from the bedroom.

You check your outfit one more time in the mirror, lamenting briefly on the changes to your body. Since Tilly, and now Pippa, things just aren’t the same. Your breasts look good though, firm and full of milk, you concentrate on that. They look good in your Christmas inspired outfit, the sheer red baby doll and matching g-string is sexy, and helps you feel a little more comfortable with your body. The thigh high red and white candy-striped stockings with red bows and red heels are for Sy, he has a thing for stay ups and stripper heels, and the Santa hat is for shits and giggles.

“Woman, are ya gonna keep me waitin’ all night? Whatcha doin’ in there?”

You chuckle. Sy is getting antsy. You’d been flirting with him all day, dropping little hints that you were feeling frisky and now it was time to deliver. You take a deep breath, and tip toe out of the bathroom so your heels don’t click on the tiles and give you away too soon.

“’Bout time. I was ‘bout to… God damn,” Sy chokes, throwing the sheets back and sitting up. His reaction makes you want to giggle, but you hold it in. Your body warms as Sy’s eyes follow you across the room and he bites his bottom lip.

“Do you like it?” you ask, twirling in a circle.

You love the way Sy looks at you in these moments, like this is the very first time he’s ever seen you. He has a way of making intimacy always feel fresh and exciting, never mind that he’s been with you hundreds of times. When he looks at you like he is now, you feel his desire as strongly as you did the first time you were together.

Sy gives you his approval with a growl and a slow nod. “Come ‘ere, Baby,” he says with a jerk of his head and a crooked finger.

Biting your lip, you crawl slowly up the bed. Sy starts to grin and hurriedly takes his off boxers before lewdly pulling on his cock. You stare at him, watching his big hand move languidly over himself, your body warming as his breathing becomes harder and louder. Your eyes meet his and he slowly drops his gaze to his cock before raising it again.

“You want my cock in ya mouth, dontcha?”

“Yeah,” you say softly.

Sy’s chest rumbles, as you kneel beside him, and lean over him replacing his hand with yours. You lick your lips, getting them wet before slowly sliding them over the silky tip of his cock. He groans, his thighs tense as you take him in, concentrating on the head, moving your hand over his thick length. You close your eyes as Sy starts to touch you, running his fingers over your thigh, pulling at the red bows on your stockings.

“Cute,” Sy says, running his hand down your leg to your cherry red heels. His fingers trace the leather before you feel him grip the stiletto point in his hand. “Fuck, you’re a good girl aintcha?” he murmurs. “Getting’ all dressed up for me.”

You hum around his cock, and he mutters a curse, his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thigh. He pulls your flimsy underwear to the side and slides his fingers over your slick folds.

“Shit Baby, you get so wet suckin’ my cock,” he groans. “You like havin’ me in ya mouth dontcha? Yeah, you do.”

You moan and instinctively tilt your hips, giving Sy freer access. He takes the subtle invitation, slipping a finger into you, followed quickly by a second. He knows your body well and he easily finds your spot. Your thighs begin to tremble as he rubs his thumb through your slick folds, gathering up your wetness, before rolling it over your clit. You shudder with pleasure and it’s not long until you feel yourself getting closer to your peak.

Sy tenses again, he’s getting close too. “You gonna come, Baby?” Sy asks through ragged breaths. You can only moan, unwilling to stop sucking on him even for a moment. “I want ya to come with my cock in ya mouth… Your pretty li’l mouth… lips all stretched ‘round me… fuck…”

The familiar warmth begins to radiate from deep within you, and your core begins to quiver. You’re close, so close, Sy recognises the signs, and his cock seems to thicken in your mouth. But you know him as well, you know he’s close, know he’s holding back, wanting to watch you as he makes you fall apart.

“That’s it, Baby,” Sy urges. He works his fingers faster and faster until your whole body tightens one last time and the burning euphoric release of your peak washes over you, sending ripples of pleasure out from your core. You cry out, the sound is muffled by Sy’s cock which is briefly forgotten as you rode waves of bliss.

“Fuck. That’s so fuckin’ hot,” Sy spits out through gritted teeth. His hands plunge into your hair, tossing aside the Santa hat with an annoyed growl, and he guides your rhythm. His breath is rapid becoming more and more shallow and loud, until you hear his deep rumbling groan, and he releases into your mouth.

Sy shivers and he pulls you off his cock, bringing you straight up into his arms. He kisses your mouth softly, you know he can taste himself as his tongue slides over yours and the thought makes you clench. He cuddles up close to you, rolling onto his side so he can look at you, his hand cups your cheek. You smile at his gentleness, his softness in this moment. It won’t last, he’ll be hard again soon, not as quickly as he used to, but you know your night's not over as he lays his lips on yours again.

#12 + 1 days of christmas #christmas stockings #captain syverson #syverson fanfiction #captain syverson fanfiction #henry cavill fanfic #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson fanfic #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #syverson x you #syverson fic #cpt syverson #captain sy #syverson x reader #captain sy fanfiction #captain syverson x you

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https-gigi · 2 years

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#RELATIONSHIPS WITH ENHYPEN

ੈ♡ enhypen 8th member au

jiselle’s masterlist<3 asks open // requests open

##OT8 :: tba

## HEESEUNG :: heeji !!

known the ace duo among the trainees; everyone is so intimidated by how talented they are and their aura even both of them @ each other💀

they soon got over that because within the second episode of i-land they were besties ^-^

yk how someone said the hyung line/02z have their own maknaes to take care of? well that’s heeseung w jiselle </3

jiselle is his baby and he’s her #1 protector in enha; he will not let anyone talk shit about her and vice versa

with heeseung, it’s literally ‘jiselle see, jiselle do’

she’s so ᵗᶦⁿʸ beside him which probably the reason why he finds her even cuter.

he just melts and will either pull her into an aggressive yet soft hug or gives her head pats especially whenever she looks up/at him like (◕‿◕)

he’s the first one who gets to listen to her finalised ver. of her written songs cause she’s kind of dependent on his approval and trusts his judgement and sometimes get him to demo them before submitting it to the company :')

heeseung reminds her of her older brother cause of how soft and goofy hee is with her which is exactly how jackson acts with her; jackson really appreciates him a lot for helping him look out and take care of jiselle

they are enhypen’s emotional support pillars and radiates huge comfort aura; everyone goes to them while they go to eo for advices and have deep late night conversations with

↳ iconic heeji moment(s): during award shows when they have to give the acceptance speech and jungwon always eyes at them + hands the mic over. they just keep avoiding his eye contact and send each other signals for the other to take it but jiselle wins most of the time since she’s in charge of giving her speech in mandarin and mainly cause she gives him the puppy eyes😎💪🏻

## JAY :: jonghye !!

they lowkey intimidated each other because of their aura when they were trainees

he broke the ice between them when he first initiated a conversation with her by complimenting her entry test performance and yea they became inseparable

she gets so shy and flustered around him especially whenever she feels him staring at her; he gets so cocky + starts teasing her when she turns beet red (¬､¬)

jay will risk it all for his precious person. i mean it literally. don’t even think about messing with her unless you want to see Angry Jay coming at you and the same goes for her especially

she always has his back; she will not hesitate to call out “fans”+ knock some sense into them when they go overboard and make fun of him

is literally so soft for her; the way he tones down his volume and speaks to her softly unknowingly probably because of how soft-spoken she is <//3

he always looks at her intently whenever jiselle talks,, it’s like him reassuring her that he’s listening yk and plus he is in love loves the way how she says things; he will even sacrifice his sleep just to listen to her talk and vice versa

they are just whipped for each other ig<33

their families ship them so much (especially jackson and jay’s mom) and the members even made bets behind their backs but you didn't hear this from me

↳ iconic jonghye moment(s): during the whole promotion of border: carnival which was an iconic era for jonghye shippers. they were seen always touching each other in some way in general which makes everyone who watched the interactions feel 🦋s in their stomach and the fandom made so many tiktok compilations something like “jay is that type of boyfriend/jiselle is that type of girlfriend”

## JAKE :: yoonhye !!

their first interaction was bumping into each other when going back to the trainees’ dormitory after training before i-land but that was it; they were low-key excited when they saw each other at i-land and immediately clicked<3

she’s seen always practicing + helping jake with his vocals and dancing in i-land and even till this day she is proud of how much he has improved and grown

the sweetest and chaotic duo (〜^∇^)〜

they're always giggling? they're so cute like why need therapy when their giggles exist </3

these two are always seen speaking in english with each other most of the time; jiselle loves imitating his aussie accent which he finds it very endearing

“naurr” and “saurr” in ᵗᶦⁿʸ

thanks to jake, his accent has rubbed on her and she now has an aussie accent when speaking english

she clings onto him like a koala whenever she’s low in energy or needs to recharge her social battery

ok but just saying it's definitely jake's fault if you see jiselle getting bolder with flirting day by day; she's actually a natural flirt but is just too shy to do it on camera sometimes

everyone knows that she never got to experience a normal childhood since she started training at a very young age so he makes it his mission to rope her into his and ni-ki's antics.

with that being said, jaki are such “bad influences” to jiselle; she’s starting to become one of the “menaces” in enha…so please separate the three of them or at least her from the two for everyone’s safety and her sanity��

↳ iconic yoonhye moment: whenever someone brings up a topic about dogs, the two will always end up bickering. okay jiselle is really scared of dogs and does not want to be anywhere near 6 metres radius from one. despite being layla approved and she low-key loves the dog, she start the “cats vs dog” debate on purpose to see him gush about his love for his dog 😅 well layla is indeed the only exception :D

## SUNGHOON :: sungji !!

the former athletes; they bonded over dedicating their childhood with intensive training</3

he was quite shy around her cause the boy had a crush on her during i-land days,, i mean it’s jiselle so who wouldn’t🤪 your girl knew about it but acted oblivious cause she didn’t want him to feel even more awkward with her <///3

but after they spent more time together in i-land part 2, she became more of “a precious younger friend that needs to be taken care of” to him

the tom and jerry duo; one moment they are teasing and bickering with each other, next moment they are seen caring deeply for each other.

he will never admit it but he has a soft spot for jiselle and is whipped for her

they always go :OOO every time the other shows off their athlete profession(?) skills

he brings out her inner loud introvert and sometimes makes her join him with his weird antics which often ends up them getting judged by the members and i-landers ( ˘･з･)

he will tag jake along with him to playfully flirt with her from time to time to purposely rile someone up after knowing the other has feelings for the girl please don’t misunderstand though, they just desperately wants *ahem* to confess

most of the fanfics written about them are definitely either royalty, ice skating or high school AUs and have enemies to lovers arc

they are the™ best comedic duo but no one is ready for and to admit that yet

↳ iconic sungji moment: when they were practising for ‘chamber 5’ in i-land episode eleven. he literally went through a whole different level of mental breakdown and jiselle couldn’t stop laughing at him but to be fair enough she too lost her mind; the i-landers were very concerned about them when they started shouting out of nowhere and yea you got the memo

## SUNOO :: jisun !!

ladies and gentlemen and variations thereupon, the 03z✨✨ the duo that has everyone wrapped around their fingers

certified platonic soulmates™. they are really convinced that they were destined to be best friends don’t even try to question it otherwise

they’re quite the polar opposites in personality wise but really balances each other very well; sunoo brings out her sassy, cute and energetic side though she’s naturally already cute

if the parkparkz are the black and white duo, they’re the sun and moon duo ( il-wolz ); if you want to see how the infj and enfp friendship dynamics are like, just look at the two

jiselle 🤝 sunoo = biggest kpop fans + top tier skincare routines

each other’s #1 hypeman; you can always see the both of them cheering the other and at the side having that “that’s my bestie <(￣︶￣)>” proud look

jiselle loves baking mainly cookies & brownies and sunoo (+the other members) loves her baking so he’s always in the kitchen with her helping watching her bake & food-tests them

they will have their weekly k-drama marathon while eating cookies/brownies that are freshly baked from the oven with their favourite mint chocolate ice cream <3

sunoo knows he can count on jiselle when moments where he overthinks a lot and needs comfort; she will always be there for him to help him through times like those

emotional and precious babies that really deserves the whole world tbh (づ￣ ³￣)づ ♡

↳ iconic jisun moment: on the second episode of i-land when sunoo was announced that he was one of the four who will be voted out of i-land. she approached him and went, “don't be sad no, no, no, you're not alone no, no, no" to kind of cheer him up; it definitely did put back a genuine smile on his face with his cute whisker dimples and hugged her.

## JUNGWON :: jiwon !!

the OG besties; both of them knew each other since 2017 and she’s the first person he got close with when he first started training in SM

the number of embarrassing stories and inside jokes they have among themselves pretty much explains why the two tease the other so much it’s usually him teasing her

if "adorable, savage and really mature at the same time" were to describe someone, it would be the two of them; they get away from anything because they cute </3

save enhypen from jungwon and jiselle cause whenever they team up, they would start exposing, teasing and low-key dissing the members

their unique vocals <33 gets everyone hooked listening and especially when they harmonise AJJZIWKDOWK

he gave her the nickname captain jiselle; before he was the leader of enhypen, jiselle was his leader(she used to lead groups in monthly evaluations back in their former company) and now she always help him with his leader duties

jiselle is his safe place; he always asks for her opinions and advices; he often goes to her whenever he has a hard time coping with stress; they pull each other aside and talk heart to heart alone no matter how busy their schedule can be

they understand each other very well; jiselle being just very inclined to people’s emotions while jungwon is attentive; they just know what the other is thinking or feeling and would give each other a knowing look

in conclusion, they are so precious + literally the definition of friendship goals <333

↳ iconic jiwon moment: during the finale episode of i-land when the host announced jungwon as a member of the debut line up. she was seen tearing up again and immediately hugged him when he soon came over to the side. after the group hug with the members, both refused to let go of each other’s side hug until the rest of the i-landers came on stage to congratulate the group

## NI-KI :: ji-ki !!

ni-ki has always admired and look up to the girl up till this day since she was on mixnine because of how talented she is

the two got close after bonding over being foreigners and missing home<//3

jiselle 🤝 ni-ki = *confused in foreigner* + speaks in japanese to each other (alongside with jay sometimes)

the height difference between these two is the funniest thing and she’s not even that short but the kid is a freaking giant

he once tried to use her head as an armrest jokingly but got smacked on the back of his head and he never did it again💀

ni-ki is like the little brother she never had and takes care of him and is so playful with him; he brings out her mischievous side and often ropes her into his antics and pull pranks on the other members she’s actually the mastermind of most of his pranks

she gets déjà vu looking at him; he reminds her a lot of her younger self and she was around his age when he first came to korea and started training

since she has first hand experienced and know how hard it was adjusting to the culture, she always try to make him feel comfortable and be there for him

jake exposed him that he always tear up whenever jiselle cooks for him his comfort food when he feels homesick but didn’t even mention anything yet she somehow just seems to know about it.

he initiate hugs with jiselle a lot; she is a big source of comfort for him and he really appreciates her so much (づ｡•́︿•̀｡) づ

↳ iconic ji-ki moment: during their ‘locker room’ vlive when they shared about their struggles while preparing the album. he also talked about how thankful he is for her by always being there for him, especially during his quarantine, when he got homesick and etc. and said that she reminds him a lot of his older sister…and yea she cried shedded some tears

(a/n: if y’all saw any weird sentence structures or anything that don’t make sense…please close one eye…i wrote this when i was surviving on three hours of sleep. i might heavy edit them later when i have my long power nap but no promises though:D)

taglist :: @bingewatche @sjyluvre

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one man, no hands

— a some way, some how jungkook drabble summary “Just my mouth,” he reassures you, rough hands slipping beneath the sides of your skirt, urging you to lift your hips as he nudges it over your tummy. “Promise.” warnings established relationship, mechanic jungkook, business woman oc, cunnilingus / eatin out, jk is dirty like in the literal sense rating m (18+) wc 2.5k

notes am i confident in the title? no. am i stubborn and feel like it has to follow this pattern out of some weird self made obligation? yes, please help me. anyway here is 🔧⚙️ jk and his hot girlfriend once more <3

For the most part, you like to believe you were a pretty composed person. Sure, there are a few instances in your personal history where you exploded, sobbed, cursed the planet to hell and back. But given your chosen career track and the amount of stupidity you dealt with on a daily basis, you’re significantly more mild-mannered compared to your peers. That being said, you were by no means the dictionary definition of serene. After a long day of meeting clients around the city, a rather unsatisfying lunch, and atrocious city traffic—all while breaking in a new pair of heels—there was nothing more satisfying than pulling up to Jungkook’s empty auto shop and huffing out one long, “fuuuck.”

Jungkook doesn’t mind. “Hey, gorgeous,” he calls from over his shoulder, looming over the open hood of yet another innocent vehicle. The metal table beside him holds every tool imaginable. “How’s my sexy department manager doing today?”

“Terrible,” you confess, heels clicking against the concrete floor. You realize he’s hunched over his own car today, a rather rare sight if you’re being completely honest. Jungkook wasn’t the biggest fan of working on his own car(s) at the shop, something about pride and refusing to admit something was wrong with them in front of people who looked up to him. Men, you chuckle, finally closing in on him.

He’s terribly sweaty, the sweltering heat turning the inside of the garage into a human microwave. “How’s my sexy mechanic doing today,” you hum, throwing all reservations aside to lean over and press a kiss against his cheek. Jungkook, as always, makes sure to nuzzle into the touch.

“Pretty good,” he replies, taking advantage of your affectionate nature to set aside the tool that had been in his hand. You watch his sturdy fingers reach for the hood of the car, carefully shutting it because he knows you hate the smell of metal. The rag tucked into the pocket of his red jumpsuit is littered with stains, and the half-assed wipe of his hands against it doesn’t help.

When he turns, that same hand attempts to reach for you, the remnants of oil buried beneath the tips of his fingernails. “Hey,” you warn, intercepting him at the wrist; you’ve spent one too many nights at the local laundromat trying to remove oil from tweed.

Jungkook frowns, shakes his head to the side in that infuriatingly sexy way that not only lets you see the dark furrow of his shapely brows, but also has the tendons in his neck bulging just the slightest. “Give me a kiss,” he pouts, pretty pink lips fighting off a smile. “I missed you.”

Hands holding onto his wrists, you lean forward, your pointed heel tapping against the dirty toe of his work boots.

One of your greatest contributions to society was introducing Jungkook to strawberry flavored chapstick, a deed that the universe pays you back tenfold with each kiss he bestows upon you, lips so soft and sweet. If you look past the distinct smells of the auto shop and Jungkook’s own natural scent, you swear you can smell the strawberries.

It is as you’re trapped in this train of thought that Jungkook manages to overpower you, abruptly stepping forward enough to throw you off balance. Your gravity shifts, and while your heartbeat may spike for a moment, you know he’d never let you fall. “Easy there, beautiful,” he grins, one tatted arm wrapped around you. He’s got that stupidly cocky grin on, the one that usually proceeds some stupid or horny thought.

Lo and behold, a second later he says, “can I eat you out?”

You roll your eyes, placing two hands against his chest. Jungkook takes it as a sign of your approval and moves in for a second kiss, only for you to shove him away with a huff. “You haven’t even showered, smelly,” you chide, straightening out the front of your blazer in a rather snooty manner that has Jungkook scoffing.

“Please?” he tries again, not the slightest bit phased by the unimpressed look you throw his way. “I’ll wash my hands.”

“Jungkook,” you level, settling into one of the many rolling seats that decorate the floor of Jungkook’s garage, your cell phone placed down on the metal table nearby. From the corner of your eye, you catch sight of the familiar paper wrapping of the deli down the street, crossing your arms over your chest. “Did you eat at Shin’s for lunch? I don’t want your onion breath on my intimates.”

Jungkook steps in front of you, looking down at you with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “Well then,” he says calmly, and then, drops to his knees in front of you. It has you jolting in surprise. Before you can accidentally send yourself rolling across the floor, Jungkook catches your ankle in one hand, tugging you forward until your knee presses against his side. “It’s a good thing that was Jimin’s lunch and not mine.”

“Kook,” you gasp, the muscles in your legs weak against the grip he has on the back of your knees. The muscles in his forearms tense up as he slowly pries your thighs apart, leaning down to place a rather soft kiss against your knee. The tenderness of his kiss shouldn’t be surprising, but it never fails to make you inhale sharply, hands slowly coming to rest against his shoulders.

The brush of your fingers against him has his eyes flickering up to meet yours, strawberry sweet lips curling into a smile. “Just my mouth,” he reassures you, rough hands slipping beneath the sides of your skirt, urging you to lift your hips as he nudges it over your tummy. “Promise.”

One shaky exhale later, you find yourself slowly nodding along, fingers burying themselves within the dark tresses of his hair. “No hands,” you remind him one final time, letting him manhandle you out of your panties. “And be gen—“

Your words are swallowed up by the surprised squeak that slips through your lips upon Jungkook’s first long lick over your slit. “I’ve got you,” he chuckles, the low and breathy kind that makes your skin tingle. “Hold on to me.”

“What the— fuck!” you exclaim, pulling at his hair in sheer fright when he whirls your chair around suddenly, pushes you the three feet until your chair is bumping against the front of his bumper, appropriately named. “Jungkook,” you scold, roughly yanking him up by his hair. “Don’t do that.”

“Shh,” he hushes, but the shock still has your heart thumping a little too quickly. You pinch his ear. Jungkook shakes you off just as quickly, throws you a childish glare. “You’ll need the support.”

The opportunity to question him never comes, because a second later Jungkook is tugging you forward in your seat, knees neatly placed over his shoulders for easy access to your pussy. You did need the support, you realize, back pressed against the curve of the hood as Jungkook begins the rather torturous process of teasing you.

As promised, his hands rest over your thighs, thick fingers digging into the soft skin as he descends upon you, one featherlight kiss pressed against your mound. The polite greeting of his lips is followed by the not-so-polite greeting of his tongue, the warm and wet muscle caressing your clit.

Your breathing hitches, a pleasant warmth settling in your core. It blossoms quickly, stamps out the remnants of fear from a few minutes ago. Jungkook’s tongue plays a key role in that change, nudging your clit back and forth carefully as he listens to the subtle alterations in your breathing.

After the day you’ve had, the delicate way Jungkook laps against you has you melting, both into his touch and against the cold metal of the hood behind you. “Oh,” you pant, eyelids fluttering at the kiss he places against your labia.

He’s relatively quiet today, just soft sighs against your cunt. Without his hands, you’re surprised by how easily he navigates his way along your lips, tongue nudging your folds apart. The round tip of his nose throws you for a loop as he kisses down your slit, the soft skin unintentionally brushing against your throbbing clit. (Or maybe intentionally— you never really knew with Jungkook.)

At your quivering entrance, he pauses, pulling back with glistening lips and dark eyes. “Good?” he murmurs, tongue peeking out at the corner to trace across his red lips. Another shake of his head, dark strands tickling his cheekbones.

“So good,” you exhale, releasing one hand from it’s trembling grip in his hair. You press it against the side of Jungkook’s face instead. Briefly, the tips of your fingers brush against his ear, an action that makes his eyelashes flutter, mouth dropping open just as your thumb presses against his lower lip. “Make me cum,” you command, as if you aren’t completely at his mercy right now.

Still, Jungkook humors you. His pearly teeth playfully bite down against your thumb, a smile making its way across his features when you pull away. “You got it, boss,” he teases.

You roll your eyes. “You’re the boss here,” you mumble, shivers running down your spine when he ducks back down once more.

Lips suctioned around your clit, your thighs quiver beneath his touch. A soft whine pulls itself from your throat, hand jerking forward to grasp at the white undershirt he’s got on, stained like always. Jungkook ups the intensity, pulling away with a loud pop only to bestow a chaste kiss against your sensitive clit. “Please,” you whimper. It takes every last remaining ounce of self-control to keep yourself from accidentally clamping your legs shut around him, hips jerking forward as he licks his way down your slit once more.

His tongue dips its way between your folds, over your quivering opening, as if he’s circling where he’ll pleasure you next. A second later, you feel your entire body tense up momentarily as he slips his tongue in. It’s nowhere near as girthy as his cock, barely comes close to two of his fingers. But there’s something about Jungkook being so close, mouth against your pussy, that sends a shock of electricity straight there.

“Oh— Oh, god,” you sigh, head lolling back, tapping against the hood of Jungkook’s car.

The fingers digging into your skin tighten to the point of bruising, his hands growing anxious with every breathless moan drawn out from you. His plush lower lip is warm against your puffy skin, hot breath fanning over your wet folds as his tongue slowly works its way in and out. Slow, painstakingly slow. The speed has you growing restless, legs threatening to lock around his head, pushing him against your cunt until he can’t breathe.

It’s a good thing Jungkook is the one in control, his flattened tongue trailing one, long lick over your pussy. It starts at your entrance, glistening with arousal and his saliva, and ends at your clit. You’re almost certain you can feel your heartbeat through the bundle of nerves, releasing a loud cry at the way the tip of his tongue flicks against it once more.

The muscles in your legs, tired from walking all across the city, spasm beneath his ministrations. Your shoulders, tight from the weight of your responsibilities, relax back against the warm metal hood. Every kiss Jungkook places against you has you melting, feeling so unbelievably pampered. “Fuck, J- Jungkook— baby,” you whimper, letting go of his shoulder to bite down on your knuckles.

Jungkook breathes harshly against you, brows furrowed together as he focuses on making you feel good. The sight of his handsome face buried between your thighs makes you shiver, jolt when he pushes his tongue into your entrance once more and begins slowly thrusting it in and out. It’s so wet, mixes with your arousal and makes this lewd sound that only fans the flames of your pleasure, fingernails pressed against his shoulders and then burying themselves against his scalp.

It doesn’t take much longer, fatigue and pleasure catching up to you all at once, accumulating in a toe-curling orgasm unlike your usual ones. It’s quieter, filled with stuttered gasps instead, Jungkook’s name occasionally finding its way into the mix. By the end of it, you find yourself fretting over the state of your boyfriend’s scalp, having pulled it roughly at the height of your pleasure.

“How cute,” Jungkook hums softly, eventually releasing one of your trapped legs from over his shoulder. He rubs the back of his hand over his mouth and chin, transferring a dark stain of something onto his porcelain skin. In that moment, you’re glad you banned the usage of his hands on your pussy. Without anything to hold it up, your leg slips down, the impact of your heel against the concrete sending a tingling pain up your leg.

“Ouch,” you murmur, and then find yourself demurely covering your exposed pussy, still glistening with cum and saliva. At your modesty, Jungkook snorts, releasing your other leg only to surge forward and knock his forehead against yours. “Ouch,” you repeat, the stinging pain exacerbated when Jungkook pushes himself closer.

“So, what do you say?” he asks, smiles that devilish smile that makes him look like a Calvin Klein model. His hands are at your waist, helping you tug your skirt back down. It’s nothing grand, but your rose-tinted view makes you swoon at the way he manhandles you. He’s dangerously handsome, has you mindlessly wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Say about what?” you mumble, hypnotized by the cherry hue of his lips, and the fact they probably taste like you.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, like he’s going to kiss you. Instead, he pauses just in time to say, “how was my onion breath?”

You’ve never pushed someone away fast enough, nearly impaling him with the sharpened heel of your shoe against his chest. It sends him tumbling back, a rough cough mixed with a boyish chuckle, the dorky kind as he sprawls himself over the dirty concrete floor of his auto shop. It’s as you’re glaring down at your immature boyfriend and what you’re certain is a tiny puddle of motor oil beside his head, that you realize this is your life now. Men, you think bitterly.

“I hate you,” you announce childishly. You find your discarded panties on the metal table beside a goddamn wrench. You fling it at his chest, only the slightest bit turned on when he raises it up for a sniff. “Mmm,” he purrs, letting the flimsy fabric rest over his eyes. You don’t even have it in you to scold him on how dirty that is, instead nudging his side with your shoe. “You know,” he says, catching your ankle in his hand. He guides your foot over him, surprising you when he places it directly over his chest. “I had a dream like this in high school,” he confesses, making your face heat up. “Think it was because of those 50 Shades of Grey books we found in your attic.”

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neonlights92 · 3 years

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RUN: Chapter VII (Epilogue.)

Jeon Jungkook hops from bed to bed, sleeping with as many beautiful, rich women as he can possibly find time for. He’s young and attractive, with a silver tongue that gets him practically anything he wants. So when his friend and boss, Kim Taehyung, tells him it’s time to settle down, Jungkook takes it pretty badly. And when he finds out that the woman he’s destined to marry is, in fact, his little sister’s best friend, he is less than impressed.

You have spent your entire life trying to forget the way you feel about Jeon Jungkook. So when you find out that Jungkook is to be your husband - and that he is anything but pleased about it - your world is thrown into chaos. How can you survive a loveless marriage with the man you are hopelessly in love with?

Hey friends! Enjoy the epilogue <3 Namjoonie next..

You were pissed.

Jungkook had promised you he wouldn’t be late tonight.

It was your one year anniversary - one whole year of being married to the love of your life - and you were meant to be celebrating at a fancy restaurant with champagne and good food.

You’d gotten all dressed up - squeezed yourself into some ridiculous contraption of a dress - just for him, and now it looked like you were going to miss your booking.

Eight o’clock passed…

Then eight-thirty…

Then nine…

By the time your husband finally decided to make an appearance it was more than an hour passed your reservation time. You’d taken off your dress - kicked off your heels - and made a move on your makeup when the door to your bedroom clicked open.

“Hi Angel…”

Jungkook’s sheepish tone greeted - and you chose not to answer - instead glaring at his reflection in your vanity mirror.

“I know, I know I’m late,” He’s pulled his tie and blazer off, the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up to his forearms. You chose not to comment on the suspiciously red coloured stains peppering his collar.

“Happy anniversary to us, I guess.” Your own voice was sharp and angry - in the year you’d been married to Jungkook he had made you feel special and loved - but that didn’t mean he still didn’t fuck up.

“I’m sorry baby,” He moved towards you quickly, and you stood turning to face him, “It was - y’know… God. It’s Bangtan.” The desperation on his face pulled at your heart strings.

You knew your husband’s job was important - you knew that as a member of the Special Seven - as Bangtan’s shadow he had more responsibilities than he would probably ever tell you.

And you knew that you wouldn’t be able to stay mad at him for long.

But still. It was meant to be a special night for the two of you. An acknowledgement of everything you’d been through together.

An acknowledgement of your love for one another.

You couldn’t help that you were disappointed.

“It’s alright,” You shrugged, “It’s part of the package, right?”

He sighed heavily and reached up to push some of your hair out of your face, “I hate disappointing you.” His tone was tender and a little more of your anger fizzled out, “I love you so much Angel. I always want to be with you - I always want to make you happy. But I’m not always very good at it, huh?”

You chose not to say anything - slipping your bottom lip between your teeth and staring into the eyes of the man who had changed your life.

God. Your heart swelled to nearly three times it’s size at the look on his face.

Such reverence and adoration - like you were a work of art.

He always made you feel special, like that.

“I’m sorry baby,” His voice was sincere, “I really am. I know tonight was meant to be special…. God. What kind of husband leaves their wife waiting for them on their anniversary?”

He laughed without humour, and you felt a stab of guilt.

“It’s okay Jungkook,” You licked your bottom lip and shrugged, “We’ll celebrate another time.”

He touched your face gently and frowned, “I know you’re disappointed… And you have every right to be, Y/N. Tonight should’ve been about us.”

You sighed heavily, “What kept you out so late?”

His eyes darkened and you noticed for the first time how tired he seemed. He’d been out all day - and if the blood on his shirt was any indicator it hadn’t been easy.

“Namjoon.” He answered hoarsely, “He barely comes out on missions with us anymore. Barely wants to be around any of us…”

You felt a stab of guilt.

Since the night you’d been kidnapped almost four months ago, Kim Namjoon had turned into a shell of his former self. You knew you couldn’t have done anything - you were just as much a victim of Sana’s brutality as he was - but you still felt awful.

“What happened?”

“We tried to help him… Lord knows we’re all emotionally constipated. But Jimin thought it might be nice to take him out for lunch. So we did. And then…” Jungkook shook his head, “Namjoon cut himself with his steak knife. He hasn’t gotten used to his prosthetics yet.”

“The blood?” He clicked his tongue, “He was sitting beside me.”

You instantly felt terrible. You moved to wrap your arms around your husband, pulling him down for a fierce kiss.

“I’m sorry baby,” You whispered against his mouth, “I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head and frowned, “No stop - don’t. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I can’t take you out for anniversary meals like normal couples. I’m sorry I come home with blood on my shirt -”

“It’s okay Jungkookie.” You pressed a hand to his cheek and he smiled softly at the nickname he’d begrudgingly accepted, “I know who you are - I know the world we live in. I accept it. I accept you. Is it annoying? Of course. But I won’t give up on us. Ever.”

He leaned into your touch and kissed your palm, “I love you baby.”

“Me too.”

“Next time though, text me alright?” You pulled a face, “I wouldn’t have bothered getting dressed up.”

He nodded and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I will Angel.”

He spent the rest of the evening showing you just how sorry he was, and how much he absolutely adored you.

Needless to say, it wasn’t the worst way to spend an anniversary.

“I have something to tell you.” Nayeon had shown up not five minutes ago, with a promise that you had to sit down and listen to her.

You’d obliged of course - she was your best friend after all.

But her confession had knocked the air out of you.

“I’m getting married.”

She was grinning from ear to ear. You almost dropped the cup of tea you were drinking.

“What?”

“I’m getting married.” She didn’t seem upset, “That’s why I came round.”

“To who?”

Her smile widened, “Song Mino.”

“Oh!” You mirrored her expression, “Song Mino. He’s… Nice.”

“And hot.”

Your face flushed and you nudged Nayeon playfully, “Stop it.”

“I’m happy.” She told you honestly, “I might not know him very well but he seems like a decent guy. And like I said… Hot.” You laughed this time at your friend’s unabashed appreciation of her husband-to-be and clicked your tongue, “Well if you’re happy sweetie, then so am I.”

“My dad told me last night. Mino’s father approves - so does Taehyung….” Her eyes flitted to yours guiltily and immediately you realised what this was.

A setup.

“You want me to tell Jungkook.”

Her lips stretched into a thin line. She grimaced.

“Yes.”

“Why can’t you tell him?”

She frowned deeply, “Because Jungkook’s hated Song Mino ever since they were kids and he stole Jungkook’s first girlfriend.”

“Your brother is not that petty.”

“Yes he is.” She raised a brow and scoffed, “Don’t tell me you don’t know that about him.”

You bit back a laugh at the thought of Jungkook holding a grudge for as long as he apparently had with Mino. Then you frowned. Tonight was meant to be a different kind of surprise for your husband.

“I also had some big news for Jungkook tonight. I was going to wait to tell you but since you’re already here….”

For a brief moment Nayeon seemed confused by what you’d said before her eyes widened and she shot out of her seat. She moved towards you like you were a glass of water and she hadn’t drunk in a week.

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” She pulled you in for a hug, “You’re pregnant aren’t you? Oh my God! How far along?”

You laughed at your friend, “I only found out this morning. We’ve been trying for a couple of months… But I’ve only missed one period.”

Nayeon’s eyes were sparkling with tears and you were sure your own weren’t too far off, “Oh my god! Don’t worry about telling him about the wedding. I’ll do that sweetie. You just worry about telling my brother he’s going to be a dad!”

A loud thud caught both your attention and you turned sharply to find the brother in question - your husband - staring at you both in shock.

“Wait… What?”

Jungkook’s eyes flitted between yours and his sister’s. He blinked slowly, as if slotting everything into place.

Nayeon pulled away from you quickly and shot you an apologetic look.

“Surprise?” She said to her brother with a weak smile before grabbing her things and making a nervous beeline for the exit.

Nayeon mouthed “I’m sorry” to you as she disappeared and you had to stop yourself from laughing at the entire situation. Of course it would all happen like this.

“Was she… Was that…”

You stood quickly and moved towards your husband, cupping his face in your hands softly. Your eyes roved his his features carefully, looking for any sign of apprehension. But all you saw was surprise… And joy.

“I’m going to be a dad?” He whispered, eyes wide, “For real?”

“For real.” You smiled up at him and pressed a kiss to his lips, “You’re going to be the best dad.”

He broke out into a wide grin and bundled you up in a hug, raining his own kisses down across your face.

“Oh my god Angel. We’re going to be parents. Oh my God!”

You giggled at his reaction and squealed when he lifted you off your feet.

“Pregnant wife.” You warned him, and he put you down quickly, patting your head and shoulders to check for signs of injury.

“Oh my god. Pregnant wife,” His smile was dazzling, “I love you so much Angel.”

“I love you too Jungkookie.”

You had spent so long running from your feelings for Jungkook. And he’d done the same.

Thank God you finally decided to stop and rest.

Things would never be perfect - but you were happy. And so was he.

And that was all that really mattered to you.

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cazimagines · 3 years

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A Freudian Slip - Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

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Synopsis: While a fight breaks out Zemo asks you to run away from him, you accept leaving on an eventful journey with him

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Author’s note: A final 3rd installment for ‘A Freudian Slip’ I hope you all have enjoyed this brief series! Next to come out is a sequel to ‘Perfectly Exasperating’

Bucky carried Zemo back into the house bridal style, his hands gripping tightly around Zemo’s legs and chest, and dropped him onto the sofa in the midst of the room. Zemo was knocked out from when John Walker had the brilliant idea to stop Zemo from smashing all the super-soldier serum by chucking his shield at him. You could see a nasty bruise forming on the top of his head where he was struck.

You gently run your fingers over the side of his face. At this moment he looked so peaceful sleeping, his lips pulled up into a natural slight smile, parts of his hair dangled down across his forehead, his face softened and not tensed like it usually appeared to be. You brush the hair back into its usual place, running your fingers over his feverish forehead.

You turn to Bucky and Sam, whose eyes burn into yours, millions of questions flashing through them, yet they remain unspoken. “I’ll look after him,” you tell them, turning your gaze back to Zemo's peaceful form. It was easier to stare at him than them at the moment.

“You and Zemo have been spending a lot of time together,” Sam states, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Because I’ve been making sure he doesn’t betray us,” You snap back, refusing to look at them

“Sam and I have been doing that as well and you haven’t seen us giving him bedroom eyes,” Bucky argues back, stepping forward, but Sam grabs a hold of his arm to stop him from going further.

“Look y/n, we’re just concerned about you. That guy a criminal, he could easily manipulate you,”

Your eyes flash to him angrily, “You think I would be easy to manipulate,”

“No, that’s not what I meant-” Sam says but Bucky interrupts him

“Yes. I know him, y/n, that is exactly something he would do. You can’t trust him,”

“I’ve told you already, I’m just making sure he doesn’t betray us. There’s nothing else. I’d appreciate it if you believed me,”

They sigh in defeat, glancing at each other, then back to you. “Look, I will not argue with you. Go get him the things he requires. Bucky and I need to check to see if we can find Karli. I might get a chance to talk to her again” Sam says and he and Bucky turn their backs, sending one last concerning look at you over their shoulders then disappearing.

You sigh looking back to Zemo who still slept peacefully unaware. A smile tugged on your mouth, but it twisted to a frown. You all knew damn well you had been lying. Whether you wanted to admit it, you liked Zemo. Every time you saw him, the urge to kiss his lips pulled you in. You could still feel his embrace, his kisses on your neck, shoulders, collar. The sensation of him inside you, touching you. You craved it more and more like he was your addiction.

You don’t know how you hadn’t gotten to this point of being so obsessed with him, where it had kicked in. You always found him attractive, from when you first laid your eyes on him as he broke out of the prison, you felt that attraction pull to him. You never expected it would be anything more though till that one embarrassing moment when you called him daddy in the undercover mission. You could still feel your cheeks burn up in embarrassment as you remembered that night, but you could also feel your body warm up as you thought about what happened in the alleyway. How he kissed you so passionately. So earnestly.

You had tried to deny your feelings, pretend it wasn’t there, and that kiss that never happened, but Zemo would not let you avoid him. Your eyes flickered to the bathroom and your breath hitches as you remember the intimacy you two spent together there. It was there you felt you truly saw Zemo for the person he was. A man who was lonely and broken from his past. A man who cared for you no matter what Sam or Bucky says.

You felt so scared when you saw the shield hit Zemo. Panic gripped your heart as you rushed over to him. John peered down at you like you were dirt as you cradled Zemo’s head in your lap. Sam and Bucky had run up to you and were surprised you were on your knees holding his head in your hands.

As you were observing him, Zemo's eyes cracked open, and he moaned in discomfort, bringing his hand to rub his eyes. Leaping up, you shouted at him to stay still as you fetched a flannel, running it under cold water, and brought it back to him.

He smiled as you handed him the flannel, the sides of his lips curling up like a cat. “Thank you” he mumbles.

“I’ll get you a drink,”

“You’re being very kind to me y/n,”

“Don’t get used to it,”

He snickered at your sudden switch to hostility, “Will we constantly be bouncing between kindness and hatred?”

You exhale, sitting down beside him, handing a glass of whiskey to him. “I don’t hate you, Zemo, though I really should. There’s something about you I just love and I can’t let go.”

You hesitate, both of you pondering over your sudden confession. Zemo raises the flannels of his eyes and looks over at you. His eyes, which are full of wonder, scan yours. You wanted to look away, embarrassed, but you couldn’t. You didn’t want to keep running away from how you felt.

“You terrified me earlier. I thought John Walker had killed you.”

His eyes switched to concern as his eyebrows furrowed, “I’m sorry I frightened you y/n. I- I never thought I would ever get over my wife and... I still love her but you enthrall me, you drive me wild because I want to know everything about you, feel all of you, touch all of you. It’s been so long since I felt this way and it frightens me.”

You reach out your hand to grasp his and he runs his thumb over your knuckles,

“Zemo I-”

The door opens and both yours and Zemo’s head snaps towards it as Sam and Bucky walkthrough. As quick as lightning, you let go of Zemo’s hand and strode away to the opposite side of the room. Zemo’s eyes sadly glance at you, then to his hand, and he lets out a sigh. He takes a sip of his drink, then pulls the flannel back over, his eyes settling down on the sofa.

Bucky rolls his views and wanders off while Sam grabs a seat at the table to work on his laptop. The silence was suffocating. At least for you. Sam seemed to try hard to concentrate on the laptop, but Zemo relaxed, sipping his drink and you pulled out your phone, playing a silly game to waste away the time.

“Were you ever offered it?” Zemo finally asks Sam. Sam’s gaze leaves the laptop looking at you, then over to Zemo.

“What?”

“The serum,”

“No,”

You glance between them, not knowing if you should leave or not. Sam didn’t seem to want to be engaged in a conversation, but Zemo wasn’t taking the hint.

“If you had been, hypothetically, that is, would you have taken it?”

Without a second hesitation, Sam replies, a harsh tone to his voice, “No”

“No hesitation. That’s impressive,” Zemo says, nodding in approval.

He raises his hand, taking off the flannel with a slight grunt, “Sam,” he says as he holds the flannel in his hand, his gaze unwavering from it.

“You can’t hold out hope for Karli. No matter what you saw in her. She’s gone. And we cannot allow her and her acolytes become yet another faction of gods among real people. Super soldiers cannot be allowed to exist.”

You look down to the ground, frowning at Zemo’s words, but Sam answers without hesitation, “Isn’t that how god's talk?"

Zemo’s eyes continue to glare down at the flannel, for once not speaking up.

“And if that’s how you feel, what about Bucky?”

“Blood isn’t always the solution” Sam finishes as you hear a door click in the background. As Bucky walks in, you get up and walk over to Zemo again, who sits up to let you sit beside him. He gently places his hand on your knee, your eyes flickering to each other, hiding the action enough so the others don’t see. Though you both say nothing because of the present company, it’s as if you could read each other's thoughts. You were both conflicted on what path to follow and because of that, you found solace in each other.

“Something’s not right about Walker,” Bucky mutters, shrugging off his jacket.

“Like we hadn’t known that from the start,” you mumble

“Well, I know a crazy when I see one. Because I am crazy,”

“Can’t argue with that,” Sam agrees

The two argue about the shield once again and you were preparing to stop them when the doors once again burst open and John Walker and his partner storm in. All your heads turn towards the disruption and you groan in frustration at seeing him.

“All right. That’s it. Let’s go. I’m ordering you to hand him over,”

Both Sam walks out in front of John to stop him from getting nearer Zemo. You stood up to go stand by him as well, but Zemo grasps your hand as he gets up, shaking his head. Your eyebrows turn down confused, but he doesn’t offer you an explanation.

With his other hand, he hands the bottle of whiskey over to you, then picks up his glass, dragging you over to the kitchen counter. You weren’t paying attention to what Sam and John were saying till a spear flew past them, imbedding in one pillar.

Your eyes widened as you saw Dora Milaje storm in.

One of them speaks in Wakandan to Bucky, obviously pissed. “Release him to us now” she orders in English. Zemo’s eyes glance anxiously from yours to them, his mind swarming with thoughts of how to get out.

“Hi, John Walker. Captain America.” John says walking over to them. They refuse to say anything to him, so he looks awkwardly away.

“Well, let’s uh put down the pointy sticks and we can talk this through, huh?” he says, patronising them. You wanted to facepalm because of his stupidity.

“Hey, John. Take this easy. You might want to fight Bucky before you tangle with the Dora Milaje,” Sam warns

John Walker however doesn’t listen. He proceeds to antagonise them till he finally places a hand on her shoulder and all hell breaks loose.

Both you and Zemo stand at the side watching John Walker fight them. Zemo sips his whiskey and offers you a sip. You smile slightly at his nonchalant attitude about the fight, letting him raise the glass to your lips as you drink.

Both Sam and Bucky eventually join in the fight as well, and once again you move to join them, but Zemo’s grip on your hand tightens. “Not now little one” he mutters

He peers around, watching the fight as you stare questionably at him, “Zemo what the hell is up with you today. Did that hit to the head get rid of your common sense” you whisper angrily trying to tug your hand out of his. Zemo rolls his eyes at you, clasping your hand.

“We need to go” he whispers urgently and tries to tug you towards the bathroom.

“What? Zemo, Zemo wait. What do you mean we?” You ask, grounding your feet into the floor.

He looks around at the fighting, his skin becoming whiter as he gets more worried. “We don’t have a lot of time y/n, please. I need you to come with me,”

You didn’t know where he wanted to go, or how he was planning on leaving, but you could see fear prickling in his eyes as he looked at you.

“What about Sam and Bucky?”

“They will be okay. Please y/n, I want to spend this time with you. I don’t want to do this alone,”

You stare into his eyes once more, then nod, finally making your choice.

You let him lead you back into the bathroom and close the door behind him. He quickly pushes the bath aside, revealing a passageway into the sewer.

“Ugh,” you say to yourself as you look down the hole. “Ladies first,” Zemo says, placing his hand on your back, the side of his lip curling up into a smile as he guides you over to the hole.

You shoot him a glare before grasping onto the ladder and clambering down as fast as you could, trying your best not to slip.

After a minute you reached the bottom of the ladder and Zemo arrived quickly after. It was so dark down there, but thankfully Zemo had a flashlight in his coat. Once again grabbing a hold of your hand, he guides you down a pathway.

“So this was the best escape plan you had?” you ask, your nose wrinkling at the unpleasant smell

“I’m sorry y/n, did you have a better plan?” he replies sarcastically

“Well, I didn’t know I was running away with you until a minute before,”

Zemo pauses, beaming the light on your face, making you cringe. He lowers it slightly. So it wasn’t in your eyes but still illuminated your face.

“I owe you a thank you for coming with me. I know it wasn’t a simple decision to leave your friends for a person you meet just a few days ago,”

“When you put it like that, you make me feel even crazier for making this decision,” you grumble

“But it’s okay Zemo, Sam and Bucky will be fine without me, and I wanted to be with you,”

Zemo raises his hand to cup the side of your face, his thumb running along your cheekbone. Quickly he pulls you to him, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His spare hand holding the flashlight wraps around your waist as he holds you there, moving his lips on yours, which you reciprocate.

As suddenly as it had started, it ended. He pulled away slightly, his lips still brushing against yours. “Thank you, little one”

His nickname for you sends shivers along your spine and you let out a husky breath. He smirks at you, turning around, and continues to walk down the pathway.

Eventually, you reach another ladder that you can climb up. You blink a lot as you emerge into the sunlight, finding yourself on a random road.

“What now?” you ask

Zemo walks over to a car, jumping into the driver's seat, and pats the passenger seat next to him. As you get in beside him he easily hot wires the car and gets the engine started.

“So have lots of experience stealing cars?” you ask Zemo and he chuckles, “When you become a criminal you pick up a lot of new skills,”

“I suppose aiding with the escape of a criminal now makes me one as well. You bring about a lot of surprises,”

“I’ve been told I am quite surprising,” he glances at you, smirking as he drives, “And seductive,”

You slap the side of his arm lightly, “Eyes on the road, mister”

“Mister? I think I prefer what you called me before. Hm, what was that again?”

You groan as Zemo brings up that embarrassing night for you, “You’ll never let that go, will you?”

“You calling me daddy? Of course not. I quite like it,”

“Where are we even going?” you ask trying to direct the conversation somewhere else

Zemo turns from looking at you to the road, the smile on his face slowly fading.

“Sokovia,”

Your breath hitches as he says the name of his country, bringing back the reminders of his previous family.

“I want to see the memorial,”

You nod quietly, not sure what you could say.

For the next ten minutes, you two sit in uncomfortable silence. All previous moments where you were having fun had faded. Eventually, Zemo sighed in frustration and made a sharp turn in the car, pulling into a secluded spot on an empty road.

He turns off the car and turns to face you. “It seems to me we need to talk,”

You look to him then away, “I don’t think so”

“Y/n” he growls

“I said we don’t need to talk!” you shout, glaring at him, but you snap your lips shut as you realised how much anger had suddenly built up in you.

Recognition flashes in Zemo’s eyes as he stares at you, “This is about my family, isn’t it?”

You look away, your cheeks burning as you knew how ridiculous you were being.

Zemo nods his head, looking at the road ahead as he thought over what to say.

“You are part of the reason I want to go to the memorial,” he finally admits

It was your turn to look at him, puzzled. He pushes his lips together as he prepares for what he wants to say next.

“I love my family. Every day, I miss them. But I also really like you y/n. You are someone I want to spend all my time and money on just to make you happy. Every time I look at you, I want to take you, no matter where we are. And I feel I owe it to my family to visit the memorial to pay respect and to accept that it is okay for me to move on,”

It felt like with his words he had lifted an enormous weight off of your shoulders. Tears sprung to your eyes and Zemo looked panicked noticing them but you grinned, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Zemo,”

His fingers run along your arms and up to your face, tracing your jawline. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and slowly move forward towards you. Once again he captures your lips with his but this time it was gentle like he was trying to savior you. You grasp the fur parts of his coat and try to pull him closer, you can feel through your kiss him smirking.

“Would you prefer to take this to the back seat?” he rasps and you nod your head quickly. You pull away from the kiss, shifting in your seat so you can clamber onto the long seat at the back of the car. Zemo holds onto your waist as he follows you through the back. He sits down on the seat and pulls you onto him so you were straddling his waist. His hands grip tighter to your hips as you go back to making out with him while you ground on his lap, feeling wetness stain your pants.

You smirked into the kiss as you felt Zemo’s trousers stiffen and a bulge appear as you grinded on him.

“Let go of me Zemo,” you sigh as you pull away from the kiss, hesitantly Zemo lets go of your waist curious to see what you were planning. It was hard positioning yourself with the limited space you two had in the car, but you sat on your knees, pushing his legs apart as you settled between them. You reach up and tug down the zip on his trousers, exposing his boxers. Zemo sits back and watches you as you tug them down, exposing his member.

Already some pre-cum had leaked from it, which you gladly licked up, running your tongue along its side. You traced the vein that stuck out, feeling it pulse against your tongue. Teasing him, you flick your tongue over the tip, hovering your lips just around it but not going further.

Zemo finally moves, impatiently he grasps your hair in his hand and pushes you down onto his member, making you take all of him. He lets out a groan, his eyes fluttering shut as he rolls his head back as he felt the heat of your tongue on his member. You suck your cheeks in to give him more pleasure as he pumps your head up and down so that his member could go in as far as it could.

You grasp his tights to position yourself better. You could feel aching between your legs as you longed for more, but at the moment all you wanted to do was please him. Zemo pushed your head faster, grunting, feeling pleasure swarm over him. He then suddenly pulled you off his member, grabbing your arms he lifted you, getting off the seat and pushing you on so you were lying down on your back.

“Forgive me little one” he purrs as his hands roughly grasp at your trousers and quickly pushes them down, exposing your pants. “I need to feel inside you” He runs his finger up them chuckling feeling the wetness soaking through.

“Do you have a condom?” he asks, looking in your eyes, “We don’t need one” you gasp, the urge to feel him swarming you.

“As you wish,” he says, immediately pushing your pants aside and slipping into you.

You moan feeling him stretch you out but as soon as he was in you he drew back almost completely out of you but snapped his hips back into you. He thrusts with all the strength he has, pushing your body up and down on the seat.

You wrap your hands around his back, your nails digging into his back as your body moves up and down with him. His head settles on your shoulder, where he leaves hickies. Every time he pulls back from kissing and biting you he would whisper things in Sokovian that you couldn’t understand but you were sure were endearing.

His fingers snaked down to find your clit and rubbed it, sending shock waves of pleasure to your brain. You let out a loud moan as you felt the knot in your stomach tightening. As if knowing you were close, Zemo's hips thrust deeper into you, hitting the right spot to make you let loose, your walls clamping down on him as you came. He groans into your neck, feeling your walls flutter around him. His thrusts grew more erratic till you could feel him twitch in you and his seed spill into you.

He pants heavily, finally looking you in the eyes. “I love you little one,” he whispers

You smile, placing a kiss on the side of his face, “I love you too... daddy”

He chuckles and finally gets off you.

The car drive after that was comfortable. Zemo liked to drive with one hand on the wheel while the one hand resting on your thigh, as if reminding you, you belonged to him and only him. Hours later, you finally arrived at the memorial.

Holding your hand, Zemo walks up to the sculpture. He speaks to himself in Sokovian first, getting whatever he needs to say off his chest. After that he turns to you, his eyes capturing yours as they were glazed with tears, “The loss of my country, of my family, broke me y/n, but in some twisted way I am not as upset as I was about it before because it led me to you. I don’t blame you for any of it, I know you had nothing to do with the Sokovian attack just like Sam and James. I’m so glad I could spend these last moments with you.”

You look at him confused, “These last moments?”

You suddenly hear footsteps approaching and you quickly spin around, seeing Bucky appearing behind you. Your head snaps back to Zemo. “Zemo what the hell is going on!?”

He smiles sadly at the floor, then back at you, grabbing your hands. “I’m afraid I must ask something hard of you y/n. Please, can you leave”

The breath left your lungs; it felt as if your entire chest dropped hearing his words.

“... What,”

“I don’t want you to witness what must happen next,”

Your gaze flickers from Bucky who was standing back letting you two have your moment to Zemo who looked desperately at you.

“I’m not leaving you, Zemo,” you state

“Y/n…”

“NO!” you shout

“Y/n I-” Bucky says walking forward, but one death glare from you quickly shuts him up.

“How could you ever ask something of me like that, especially after... after everything that has happened,”

“I should have told you y/n, I’m sorry, but I needed to spend these last moments with you because you are so special to me, I didn’t want to ruin the moment by telling you what was to come,” tears gush from your eyes as you shake your head at him, He steps closer to you, holding your head in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears.

“And because I love you, I don’t want you to see this. You know there is no other way out of this. It has to happen, and it’s okay, I’m ready. Just like I could with my wife, I know you’ll be able to move on and find someone who will give you everything I can’t and never will because you deserve so much better than me,”

“I love you,” you whisper, the hot tears spilling down your cheeks. Your eyes examine every detail of his face, trying to ingrain everything in your mind.

“I love you little one,”

He pulls you into one last kiss, gentle, but the romantic moment drowned in sadness.

You pull away. Turn around. You don’t look at him. You can’t because you know if you do you won’t be able to leave. You glare at Bucky though you know as well as Zemo it isn’t his fault. You walk a slight distance, just enough so that they are out of sight, and then you collapse on the floor.

Your hands into the ground, pulling at the dirt as you let all your pain out, trying to hold in your sobs. How is it you had fallen for that man so quickly? You loved him; you had risked giving him your heart, and he was pulled so quickly from you. You felt betrayed; he didn’t tell you what he was planning, but you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him for it either.

You don’t know how long you stayed there, but you opened your eyes when you felt a shadow fall over you. Looking up, you saw one member of the Dora Milaje looking down at you.

Your eyes widen in surprise, and then you gasp, connecting the dots. “Zemo'' you whisper, jumping off the ground and running back to where you last saw him. Sure enough, as you arrived you saw him being escorted to the Dora Milaje aircraft.

Hearing your footsteps, Zemo glances over at you. Sadness flickers in his eyes as he stops walking to look at you, but they grasp his shoulder, forcing him to look forward and to keep moving. You watch as they escort him away, till you couldn’t see him anymore.

Bucky walks over to you, looking at the floor guiltily.

“I’ll see him again,” you tell Bucky

“y/n I don’t think-”

“I’ll see him again, Bucky. You can count on that”

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 3 years

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A Bad Feeling Pt 1

Levi x Reader

Part 1

Paring: Levi Ackerman x Cadet reader

Warnings: 18+ attempted rape/assault, cursing, mention of injury, violence

Summary: Reader feels uncomfortable around a overly friendly captain. Are they just over reacting? Or is there something else going on. What will Levi do when he finds out?

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A.n. ok so I literally wrote this in one go, it's probably trash but I wanted to post it anyway. Please lemme know what you think in the comments! Thank you!

"Y/n! captain Oro is asking for you" you did your best to hide the discomfort Armins words made you feel.

You smiled what you hoped was a convincing one and nodded. With a deep breath you made your way to Captains Oro's office.

Ever since you had been introduced to him those few weeks ago, he had taken a special liking to you. At first you had been excited, having such a highly skilled and well known captain take notice of you was one of the best feelings. Especially since your squad leader, Levi wasn't exactly heavy on praise.

Everyone loved Captain Oro, he was known for his strength and stamina on the battle field. He was both charismatic, and charming. Your fellow cadets practically swooned over him. You couldn't help but also get caught up in his perfection. At first that is..

Over time you noticed things about your meetings that put you on edge. An unnecessary shoulder touch here, a too low pat on the back there. Something was off. And although you had done your best to distance yourself from him, it was hard when your squads often had to work together.

But it was hard to say anything against him because even your cold blooded captain seemed to enjoy his presence.

Once you brought it up to your friend Sasha, about how you felt he was being too friendly. But she waved her hand and basically said you were worrying for nothing, he was just a friendly guy. And you were being dramatic.

Maybe you were overreacting? If captain levi approved of him, surely that meant he was a decent person right? Maybe he was just being really really friendly.

You decided to give him a chance and knocked on his door when you finally arrived.

"Come in" a muffled voice came from the other side.

With a click you entered the candlelit room. It was nearing sundown after all.

"Ah cadet y/n! Perfect, I was wondering if I might ask your opinion on something?" He smiled angelically and gestured towards a parchment on his desk.

"Of course sir" you nodded and approached him, reminding yourself of what sasha said. Just relax.

From the way the parchment was positioned you had no choice but to come to his side of the desk.

"Do you see this area here?" He gestured to what you now saw was a map. "What do you think of leading a squad through here instead of what we originally planned?"

The next 30 minutes you spent completely and professionally discussing strategies. Being the member of your squad that was best at this, made him asking for you completely justified. You felt bad for ever doubting his intentions.

"Thank you y/n, I think I have a better idea of what course we should pursue on our next expedition" he smiled sincerely.

"I'm glad I could be of service" you nodded and allowed a relaxed smile to pass your features. Feeling stupid you had judged him so harshly.

" If you wouldnt mind just one more thing?" You nodded as he pulled out a stack of papers.

"If you could look over this report of the last mission before I send it out? See if theres anything else to add?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to Captain" you grabbed the stack.

"And please if you can, return them to me tonight, I'll need them for the meeting bright and early"

"Yes sir, I'll finish it asap, good evening" and with that you exused yourself.

Tonight? It was already sundown. Well whatever, hes so busy he probably doesn't know what time of day it is.

You found a quiet spot amonsgt the crowds in the common room and got to work.

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"Oi brat, it's passed curfew, go to your room now, we have important work tommorow" the unmistakable voice of your captain rang through the now empty hall.

You looked up in surprise and meet his usual scowl, not even realizing how late it had gotten.

"Hai, s-sorry captain, I'll go now" you gathered the report and quickly left, not wanting to receive another scolding for taking too long.

Oh crap you still had to deliever the report. Changing routes you snuck quietly down the familiar hallways. Not particularly feeling like running into Levi again. Something about him always made you act just a little dumber and it was definitely not because of your non existent crush on him...definitely not.. he was just intimidating is all.

*knock knock*

You waited patiently but there was no answer. Crap did he already go to bed? But he knew I was coming? Ugh what should I do? He needs these reports..

With a sigh you change direction again and head for his personal chambers. There was no way you were getting in trouble for not delivering these reports on time.

You smiled when you saw dim light flood from beneath the door.

Lightly you knocked, "Captain Oro, its y/n, sorry it's so late but I have the rep-" you were cut off abruptly when the door swung open and there stood Oro.

Except he looked nothing like the Oro you were used too seeing. His hair was loose from it's normal slicked back do, and the edges were dripping slightly. His shirt was loosely thrown on revealing a decent amount of skin. He must've just bathed.. you could see why the girls were so obsessed with him. He was, platonically speaking, a very gorgeous man.

You were taken aback but reminded yourself that you did knock after hours so of course he wasnt going to be all soldiered up.

"U-um s-sorry Captain, I have the reports" you averted your eyes and shoved the reports in his direction.

"Ah y/n, thank you, would you please put them on my table? My hands are still slightly wet." He laughed holding them up innocently.

"S-sure" god why were you stuttering so much, you fight goddamn titans for a living?! But somehow you were more nervous now than when a 10meter was clawing at you.

You entered the room and tried to avoid looking around too much.

You always wondered what the inside of the higher ups rooms look-

*click*

You whipped around, alarm bells suddenly back in full force.

"Captain what are you-"

"You're such a good girl, you know that y/n?" Oros whole demeanor changed and you cursed yourself for not trusting your earlier instincts.

"U-um" you really did not know what to say or do as he took a couple steps closer.

"Always so obedient for me, I think you deserve a reward don't you?"

Shit

"That's not...that's not necessary captain, I really should be going" you tried to lunge for the door but he was quicker and much much stronger.

"I don't believe I dismissed you cadet..." he purred pinning your arms to the door in the blink of an eye.

You were by no means weak, but your struggles were useless against him.

"Let me go" it took all your strength not to stutter in fear.

"How adorable, you know I love it when you follow my orders so well, but I think..." you shivered in disgust as you felt his lips near your neck and press down.

"I'd like to see you fight me as well" you whimpered as he sucked and bit down on the soft flesh.

"S-stop it, p-please" he smirked and looked into your fearful eyes with his lustful ones. "Stop? But that's not what you really want is it? You see I know exactly how girls like you are" he chuckled darkly and moved one of his hands to grip both your arms, while the other slid lower. You gasped when he cupped your breast. "S-stop! I'll, ill scream If you don't!" You felt a tear slide down your shaking form.

"Scream?" He snickered like you had told the funniest joke.

"Go ahead and scream doll, itll be very interesting to see what happens"

"W-what?" You were utterly confused.

"Think about it, if someone walks in on us, what would they think? Seeing a cadet after hours in her superiors chambers?"

"B-but I! I was bringing the reports i wasn't-!"

"Do you honestly think theyll care what you have to say? Who do you think theyll believe y/n? You a nobody cadet who's been fighting titans for 3 seconds? Or me, a selfless hero whos saved countless of scouts lives? All I have to tell them is that you came into my room and tried to seduce me. When I tried to restrain you, you screamed. Who do you think theyll listen too? Why else would you be here so late at night?"

"Y-You're..you're insane, you're not a hero, y-you're a coward who-" he grasped your jaw harshly causing you to wince.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours y/n" he squeezed harder. I am your superior after all, and we wouldnt want any nasty rumors going around that would have you suspended from the survey corps now would we?" He bent down and to your horror pressed his lips against yours.

Fuck fuck what do I do?!? Hes blackmailing me now. I cant fight him, hes too strong, think think think.

But your mind was blank when his cold lips pressed against your lips again. "Open your mouth" he ordered in a voice laced with animilistac lust.

You abruptly turned your head away desperate to get away.

"Heh, always such a tease" he traced a finger up and down your cheek, flipping over your lips. "I'll enjoy this-"

"CAPTAIN ORO, COMMANDER ERWIN REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE IN HIS OFFICE IMMEDIATELY" a voice shouts from the other side of the locked door.

With an annoyed sigh, Oro pulls away slightly, "Did he say why?" He lazily looks over in the direction of the door.

"NO SIR!"

"guess it can't be helped... Alright tell him I'll be there shortly" he yelled out.

"Hai" the footsteps recended and you stood deathly still.

He pulled away from you and you immediately pulled your wrists to you, they were an angry red, and it scared you how much strength he had so effortlessly displayed.

"Sorry doll, it looks like we'll have to continue this another night" he stepped away and began dressing normally as if he hadn't just been assaulting you 5 second ago. You quickly make for the door but his voice falters your step, "Oh and y/n?"

You dont look at him, but fear held you in place until he finished, "If you mention our little moment to anyone, you know what will happen" you nodded quickly, anything to appease him and get out.

When the door shut behind you, you felt the flood of tears break through.

D-did, d-did that really happen?!?

You held a hand to quiet your sobs and quickly dashed through the hallways.

You're heart thumped and you felt the need to vomit. You hadn't felt this way since the first time youd encounted a titan. All you wanted to do was get to the safety of your room, just through the hall.

It felt like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on you when a cold voice shouted out and halted your movements. Please not now, oh god any time but now.

"Oi cadet y/n are you deaf as well as dumb? I asked you a question.

"Why are you out past curfew?" he sounded definitely annoyed and you gathered all your strength to hold the sobs out of your voice.

Without turning around you answered, "I-I had to deliver some r-reports..I'll head to my room now.." you stepped forward hoping he would let you go but you were not so lucky.

"Oi brat, did you hit your head? I didn't dismiss you yet. Not to mention you haven't even addressed me properly, maybe some time cleaning up horse shit will remind you how to respect your superiors" fuck he was definitely angry now.

Still you didn't turn around, you couldn't..."S-sorry Captain Levi, I'll do better in the future.." you barely could even focus on the words coming out of your mouth, your heart was beating a mile a minute. Please just leave me alone!

"Hahh" Levi uttered in disbelief and severe annoyance, even the most novice of cadets turn around when being spoken to by a superior. "Are you trying to piss me off brat?!?"

"No sir..." still you didnt turn around, but gulped in fear when you heard sharp footsteps near you.

"Cadet y/n, you have three seconds to turn around and salute me properly before I throw you into the cells for insubordination" he ordered in his dangerously calm voice, that you never thought would be directed at you.

Having no other choice you slowly turn around, hoping to god the darkness of the room would be enough to hide your current state.

You kept your head down, letting your hair fall over your face, but gave a proper salute. Hiding the Wince that came when the tender flesh of your wrist had to bend.

Your eyes were trained on the floor. And you tried to remember how to breathe normally again.

"At least you remember how to-" abruptly his harsh scolding stopped.

Why did he stop?! Fuck did he notice something. No no calm down, he probably just is coming up with another punishment...right?

Wrong...

Levi was far from being done with dicisplining you but he caught sight of your bruised wrist and furrowed his brows immediately. He knew for a fact the last time you spoke in the hall those had not been there. He was quick to take in the rest of your demeanor and knew immediately that the reason you were acting disrespectful was because something was wrong.

"Cadet y/n.." he said suspiciously slow and not full of anger anymore.

"Y-yes?" Please dont ask me, please dont ask me, please dont-

"Look at me"

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Part 2 here

Okay so that's part 1! Please comment and lemme know what you think🥰also I'm super sensitive so please no hateful comments. Thanks for reading!

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levi who's fascinated with the way you apply makeup on yourself and watches you every time you do it, surprisingly does well when you tell him to do your makeup just for fun

i am one of those people who have no idea about applying makeup but i'm levi when somebody's doing it tho, especially if that someone is a close friend of mine snjdnwjnw i just stare at them while they continue doing their thing, it's so fricking satisfying <3

but this is levi we're talking about so here we go:

(pls don't attack me for what i write in this bc i absolutely have no idea abt doing makeup. my knowledge in this is very limited and revolves around watching youtube videos and watching my friends do it bdwjwbj)

if you're planning on going out, even if it's a natural makeup look since you're only hanging out with some old friends or preparing for your class (online or not), levi is ready to stop what he's doing to appreciate the colors you paint over your eyelids or how you blend them so well until they become this aesthetic levi associates you with. for him, you're already so pretty without makeup but when you dedicate your time in perfecting your craft, creating so many looks, levi thinks that it enhances your beauty because you look so adorable while working so hard.

he admires that about you.

you are rummaging in your pouch in your shared apartment's dining table, the morning sunlight filtering through the windows and the pink skies blanketing the waking-up city. the smell of french toast and tea covers the entire space, levi cooking breakfast for the day. you have an online class scheduled in about thirty minutes and after going out of the bathroom, you instantly start making yourself look presentable. you have your laptop opened to your camera app as your mirror, deciding that a change of scenery is perfect for your productivity. you pick up your vitamin c dropper and moisturizer and let the low music from levi's phone fill in the background, your hums mingling with the singer's voice. since all of your classes were announced to be set online for the whole year, you opt for a lighter look which still covers the blemishes that your camera can't hide.

you hear a plate click on the spot beside your laptop, a mug of your favorite brew of coffee on your cat coaster appearing soon after.

"what time is your first class?" levi asks you as he's settling in his chair adjacent to yours. he always chooses that seat wherever you two eat since as he claims it, i want you close to me.

you look up from rubbing the moisturizer on your skin. "oh, 7 a.m., i chose the worst time to take that class."

levi sips on his tea. "you have economics, right?"

you begrudgingly nodded. "i know it sucks but i can't do anything about it." you run your fingers over your eyes. "damn, i have dark eye circles." after putting on your primer, you start by putting on concealer on your under-eyes, dabbing on your skin gently. the whole day, you'll be lounging and doing work inside the comforts of your shared apartment with your boyfriend so going overboard with the makeup won't help and will be a lot of work to erase later after your classes. "what time is your class, levi?"

by now, levi's breakfast is forgotten as he leans on his chair, gray eyes following each of your movements. he always find himself captivated with how effortlessly you make yourself even prettier. even though he prefers your bare skin more (placing random kisses on your cheeks or the corners of your lips are more doable without the feeling of cream stuck on his lips), he still likes how makeup turns you into an artist that uses your face as a blank canvas. he watches with awed eyes how you daintily dab your cream blush over your cheeks and over you the bridge of your nose, blending it that levi thought it's a natural glow on your skin.

with a dazed tone, he answers, "nine."

you glance at him with the prettiest eyes he ever find on a person. you sigh when you realize that he woke up early to make breakfast. "i can cook breakfast, you know. you should've slept in today, levi."

levi shakes his head, sipping on his tea. "no, i'd rather wake up early and make breakfast every day than snuggle alone with our pillows." he then shrugs. "besides, watching you do your morning routine is a great way to start the day."

you only smile at him before cutting a piece of french toast and putting it in your mouth. a hum of satisfaction lights up your face. levi's way of cooking traditional breakfast dishes never fails to amaze you. he has these secrets that even you don't know of since he wants to cook for you with surprises sometimes. with half of your french toast consumed, you continue with your eyebrows and eye makeup, which only consists of applying one shade of eyeshadow and putting on mascara.

if levi has a favorite part of your routine, it's you curling your eyelashes and applying mascara on them to make your eyes more noticeable. and as he watches you create the illusion that your eyelashes longer than they are, he can't prevent the blissful sigh coming out of his lips. it catches your attention and the moment your eyes meet with his, levi's cheeks start to warm. that pretty smile that always take his breath away greets his vision, making him shy under your gaze.

"like what you see, babe?" you jokingly ask.

after staring on his untouched french toast like they're worth displaying in a museum, levi looks back to you with half-lidded eyes. "very much, baby."

now, you're the one with flaming cheeks. the little moment turns into something that induces a laugh from levi, with you huffing that your heart sometimes can't take his words. you go back to finishing your french toast before applying your flavored chapstick, levi's loving stare never faltering, lasting even when you have your first class of the day.

every once in a while, you hand levi your makeup pouch with an expectant stare. the first time you did this to him, he couldn't comprehend what your intention is at first until you tell him that you want him to be the one doing your makeup this time. he nearly backs out. he's scared of poking your eyes out but you reassure him that he will never do that.

for a person who never imagined himself in this position, the ending result becomes your favorite look. not because it's levi but because he did it so minimally that it appeals to you.

"this is for your face, right?" levi softly asks, lifting your moisturizer. he's sitting close to you, inches separating your faces. he's saying that it makes him see clearer but you know that he's being clingy without saying anything. "i just want to make sure i'm using the right products."

"levi, sweetheart," you laugh under your breath, "i already laid out everything on our bed. and in order. you got this."

he sighs. "you have another minute to think this through. we're meeting with the others in the club and i can't have you looking like my coloring book when i was three."

you place your hands over his cheeks. "relax, levi, you'll do fine!"

"fine."

opening the moisturizer, he keeps glancing at you to check if he's putting the right amount on your skin. once the small dots of cream are on your face, levi takes a deep breath and gently rubs it to cover your skin. despite having blemishes, levi thinks that your skin feels so soft underneath his calloused fingers. he'll caress your cheeks the whole day if not for your supposed call time which is in forty minutes. a sigh brushes on your face, levi cursing erwin for making them come on time. once he finishes rubbing your moisturizer on your face, he nods in approval, and kisses your lips quickly before moving on to the next step which is the primer.

you are admiring levi the whole time his face scrunches up in concentration. you're holding your laugh back when you see his lips curling in distaste, having applied more than your instructed amount. you're looking at him with a soft stare, your small smile fondly lifts up your lips. his eyes are a beautiful shade of silver, blue tones peeking through, and it makes your heart warm. his skin glows under the overhead lights of your shared bedroom, smooth to the touch. there are no words left to speak --- levi is simply the most beautiful person gracing your life, the definition of pretty and handsome combined together.

"okay, i'm starting your eyes now."

you didn't register that he's finished with applying concealer and blush on your cheeks.

levi turns to the opened palette sitting on the towel-covered duvet. "which shade are you feeling right now?"

with a cheeky grin, you answer, "how about you surprise me."

"... if i hear one complain from you later, you can always catch a ride with four-eyes on the way back."

levi eyes a specific palette with oranges and browns and starts winging it. if someone looks from the sidelines, levi looks like he's ready to murder someone. his eyes are narrowed, bottom lip in between in teeth, and face scrunched in peak concentration. he starts with that shimmery dark peach eyeshadow he finds pretty on you, then continuing with something darker on the outside corners of your eyes. one eye lasts for ten minutes but you understand since this is levi's first time applying makeup on a person. you can feel his breath tickling your face since he has scooted closer to you to perfect this.

"okay, i'm done, what's next?"

"liquid eyeliner."

that alone makes levi stop.

"then it's the mascara. your favorite part."

"... you do the eyeliner. i don't want you going blind because of me."

in short, levi is phenomenal with makeup and he doesn't even know it.

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