#1683 words

[abbyromanoff]

a fic of just giving g!p natasha the most toe curling and eye rolling fkn head of her life (college au?) where she is also like known to be a slut (very clean slut pls) and has never experienced this type of head and makes so much noise when she usually is quiet asf during sex. and then reader goes on to top tf outta her too because power bottoms are hot asf

but i would really enjoy reading a descriptive fic of giving her head and fucking her when she usually is the top

The one

Pairings: g!p Natasha Romanoff x reader

Warnings: smut, Nat has a dick, praise kink, angst, fluff, blowjobs, unprotected sex, cumming inside of someone, cum swallowing, think that’s all

Summary: No one has ever made Nat feel good, that was until you came along and made her realize everything she was missing out on

Word count: 1683

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own

The moment you entered her dorm you were being thrown against the wall, her lips all over you as she started removing your clothes desperately. Her curious hands wandered beneath your low skirt and played with the hem of your panties, starting to rub small circles on your confined clit.

“You want this? You want me to fuck you.” The way she stared into your eyes made it so difficult to say no, but you did. Shaking your head Nat looked at you with furrowed brows, removing herself from you. Before she could speak you pushed her down onto the bed closest to you, hoping it wasn’t her roommates.

“No, I want to fuck you.” Moving down you started to slowly take off her jacket, seeing if you could get a reaction out of her. It was hard for her not to do anything, she just had to sit back and wait for you to finish. When you did the same with her pants, lightly teasing the large bulge on the way, she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Y/N, hurry up.” It wasn’t meant to be a whine, but she needed you.

“You’re going to need to beg better than that Natty.” She groaned and grabbed your hand to make you quicken your pace, only for you to stop completely.

“Come on Y/N, j-just, take it off already.” You tsked and started to stand up before she frantically pulled you back down.

“No! I’ll do it, I’ll beg you.” You sat patiently while she took a larger breath, starting to put your hand back on her covered length spulling pre-cum.

“Y/N, I’m begging you, just please touch me.” “I’m already touching you Nat.” You teased further, grinning in glory at her frustrated expression.

“God, just- actually touch me! Please, I want your mouth or-or your hands so bad!” As much as you wanted to make her get on her knees and plead you to do something to her, you gave in. Her pained expression was one you were lucky enough to see.

Pulling off her boxers, you gripped her throbbing cock in your cold hands, making Nat gasp lightly at the feeling. She started removing her shirt and sports bra, brushing her fingers over her nipples to stimulate herself further. You started a small rhythm on her erection, going up and down at a slow pace and watching her face contort into pleasure. She tried finding something to grab but stopped once you put her hands on your head, making it easier to pull your hair. Putting it into a ponytail, she tried lowering your face down so you’d finally get your mouth on her, but you didn’t budge. In fact, you moved your hand off of her and sighed, showing her how disappointed you were.

“Nat, did I not tell you what would happen if you do that? If you want more then you’ll have to beg, you can’t be so greedy and selfish.” She nodded and was about to pull you back down until she remembered.

“Y/N, will you please continue? I’m sorry for not asking but it just felt too good.” You smiled at her obedience and wrapped your mouth around her pink tip, making her eyes flutter shut and a moan escaped her. She needed more so badly, she needed your pussy clenching around her. But you didn’t give it to her. Instead, you sucked her off harder and used your hand to continue stroking the parts you couldn’t reach with your mouth. You exaggerated moans around her wet cock and moved your fingers to lightly graze against her balls. She twitched when you did so, she never felt this way before. No woman has ever been able to make that coil in her stomach appear as fast as you, no one has ever cared to suck her off like this. They all just wanted to fulfill their own pleasure, never actually caring about how Nat felt. She barely ever came, most of the time she just made them finish and they left quickly after, leaving her to take care of it herself.

You started to take her down until she reached the back of your throat, tears and gags now escaping your body. Nat smiled at the noises and admired the view of your face, mascara rolling down your hollowed cheeks. She was ready to explode any minute now, but she didn’t want to finish too fast. She didn’t want to embarrass herself like that, especially not when it was her first time with someone she actually liked.

“P-please keep going, your mouth is so warm, I love it.” You complied and didn’t let her go, breathing through your nose instead. You felt a few dribbles of pre-cum burst into you and smiled around her knowing she wasn’t going to last much longer.

Bringing yourself back up, you used your now free hand to grab her face, wiping the few droplets that liad upon her cheeks. “You can cum Natty, do it for me.” With that she finally gave in, letting herself soak in that feeling of your mouth around her. You tried your best to swallow it all, but some dribbled down your face and made its way onto her lap. She tried calming her breathing but failed as heavy pants escaped her body. Nat watched, mesmerized by how well you took her, your beautiful face staring up at hers as you milked her was a sight she’d never want to forget. Grabbing her phone off the bedside table she quickly opened the camera app and took a photo, wanting to always remember this moment. You finally released her spit covered cock and licked the remaining bits of cum that you didn’t get, moaning as it hit your taste buds.

You leaned up to straddle her waist and let her hands wander over your body, intertwining your own with hers as you directed her to touch your breasts. “Do you like them, baby? You like how they feel in your hands.” The look on her face was enough to prove your point, but you wanted to hear it.

“Tell me sweetheart, do you like them?” You asked more sternly this time, laughing at the way she couldn’t even take her eyes off of your tits to answer.

“Yes Y/N, I love them so much.” She rolled your nipples between her fingers and you took her by surprise when you started to line up her eager cock with your drenched lips.

“Y/N, w-what are you doing?” She knew what you were planning, but she still asked anyway.

“What, did you really think I was just going to make you feel good and not expect anything in return? My dumb little slut, too dumb to even realize what’s going on.” She whined when feeling your warm walls wrap around her, she so desperately wanted to turn you over and fuck you senseless but you wouldn’t let her. You wanted her to know that she wasn’t in charge anymore, you were in control.

“Mm, you’re so big, can barely fit inside of me.” When seeing her cheeks turn a small shade of red from the praise, you continued.

“Oh, does my little girl like being praised? You like knowing how good you’re doing for me? And that you’re so fucking big Natty?”

“Y-yes, I love it. Please keep saying it.” Her last sentence was whispered, but you could still hear it. You finally took her down to the base and started a small movement of your hips, going back and forth while she tried to direct you.

“Does my princess want to make me cum? You want to be my good little angel and make me cum harder than I ever have?” She nodded fastly, whimpering out a small ‘yes’ while moving her hips upward slightly. While you continued your motions, Nat continued hers. She’d thrust herself more into you and smiled in satisfaction when you moaned loudly.

“Oh Nat, keep doing that. Yes! Right fucking there! Don’t fucking stop!” She assumed she found your g-spot and did what you said, starting to go faster as did you.

“I’m gonna cum Nat, I’m gonna cum around your fat fucking cock! You’ll fill me up, right? You’ll stuff me full?”

“Yes, yes, yes! I’ll cum in your tight little hole, I promise.” The moment she spoke you finished around her length, your cunt clenching desperately around her. She let herself come undone for the second time this night, stilling her hips slightly while her legs shook.

“That was so good.” You said, heavy breaths still leaving you two. She used her hand to stroke your soft hair as you laid on her sweaty body.

“Yeah, it was.” Was one of the last words you said to one another before drifting off to sleep. Nat was worried for the next morning, usually her flings would be gone by then, she liked it that way. But she wanted you to stay, she needed you to stay. When her eyes fluttered open, she looked over only to see an empty bed. Sighing, she started to get up and try to forget all that happened before her eyes landed on a note.

‘Hey Nat,

I didn’t know if you wanted me to stay or not, so I left. I really like you and all, but I don’t want to be just another fling of yours or someone you throw off to the side when you get bored. I want something real, I want to be able to go out and say you’re mine without fearing if it’s true or not. So, if you want that too, I left my number at the bottom of the page. Call me ;)’

She immediately grabbed her phone and typed in the ten digits, trying to think of what to say in hopes that it didn’t sound weird at all. When you responded, she knew she finally won. All the heartbreaks, flings or friends with benefits finally led to you, the one she truly wanted.

#natasha x reader #natasha x fem!reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha smut #anonymous #natasha romanoff #anon ask #natasha fluff #natahsa romanoff #natasha angst #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff fluff #black widow angst #black widow fluff #black widow smut #black widow x y/n #black widow x you #black widow

[hearted-anon]

A knight's foolish play

Words: 1683 Note: For @a-wild-seungberry T/w: Use of tools, yes Lee: Know Ler: Hannie

Lee Know has once said on a fancall, he was not a princess, but a queen. A sign of royalty that he wore high above his head, even if it sometimes crumbled with his kind and playful demeanour. Regardless so, his chin was high in the clouds, his eyes sharp with an intelligence that none of his peasants would question, lest they wanted to be put on the stake.

"Minho-hyung, I didn't know you were this great at acting!" Han called out beside him, his smile wide with his cheeks puffed up. Of course, Minho wasn't actually a cruel ruler, but under his watchful gaze of acting, the cat wasn't hesitant to have your blood served as fine wine in a golden goblet of what remained of you to drink for supper if he could.

"It's king Minho to you, Han Jisung." Lee Know hisses out coldly, pointing the end of his metallic blade at the younger's throat, where his adam apple popped up. The quokka's eyes widened in amazement and admiration, wondering how he manages to keep up the cold personality. Meanwhile, as much as Lino enjoyed being pampered and spoon fed on a sliver platter, he felt incredibly guilty for treating his members like peasants, nothing but rats to stomp on and a rug to walk upon to his throne.

However, with being an idol comes with great responsibility, even if it meant he had to act as if he was going to slice those that dared to defy his order, those that dared to duel with his sliver blade would fall spell to his iron grip, head severed onto a plate for his next meal.

"I mean...King Minho, we still have a small break before your next scene, would you like me to be my accompany to your room?" Jisung giggles softly, kneeling down before royalty himself with a shy smile. Minho's heart fluttered in embarrassment, knowing that outside of their acting they were good friends, yet Jisung insisted on treating him this way. With a soft chuckle, Lee Know lifts his blade to tilt the younger's head towards his piercing gaze, one that froze anyone that came in its path.

Still, the quokka held his ground, gripping the fabric of his tights in his hands, crumpling it slightly in all his hidden anxiety. To the 'king', he was nothing but a lowly knight, a servant to his call with a duty to serve and protect his majesty.

"Come then, let us trek the halls of my castle, Knight Jisung." Minho caves in, sheathing his blade into its respective scabbard, his cape draping across the floor to guide the knight along its path, his intentions clouded by the thick fabric of his clothes along with the golden crown that strode in path with him.

Jisung followed behind with a twinkle in his eyes, squealing when his blade almost fell out at the speed he ran towards his majesty. He waddled timidly beside him, Minho really did look intimidating, with narrowed slits of his eyes glaring at anyone that came to block his path, his cape covering his shoulders and down his back to symbolise his pride and confidence, and the crown that was atop his head, worn proudly by his owner.

"Sweet cheeks, why the long face? Y'know it's just acting..." And just like that, 'King Minho' was no longer present, replaced with the Lino the members knew and loved. His face softened into a downturned smile, keeping up his code of conduct in chivalry despite the acting having already ceased. Jisung just stared with wide eyes, his brown eyes reflecting his passion to stick to his role, the armour that his wore was his vow to protect the older no matter what may come between them.

Minho let out a hearty laugh under his breath, creaking open the door to his room. The younger took hesitant steps into the room, both of them absorbed into their roles. Escaping the mundane walls of dancing their life away to songs on a stage that encapsulated everything but the singers themselves, another ruthless night onto their bodies.

"Majesty first." Jisung hums with a bow, making the 'King' smile as he waltzes in. He tosses his cape on the floor, settling the shiny crown that he was reluctant to tear from his head, but placed it onto the night stand before tossing himself onto the bed. He was very much tired, exhausted from having to maintain his icy and blood lusting demeanour in front of the camera, he could sometimes see true fear in the member's eyes as they quake beneath him, making the cat kneel and beg for forgiveness afterwards, even if assured it was alright.

"You tired, my majesty, you need a massage from your peasant knight?" Minho grumbled at the use of royalty terms, he hated it. In his eyes, Jisung was more royalty to him than himself, and so were the members. When the knight felt the awkward tension that spread throughout the room, he was quick to settle down his scabbard onto the rug carefully, afraid to damage any fabric of hair that was held dearly by the 'king'.

Hands wrapped around the cat's waist gently, hoisting him up from his previous position of suffocating himself in dozens of pillows that costed millions, at least in the set it did. The cat shrieked and hissed, squirming under the knight's hold until eventually melting into a puddle when his head was settle onto the younger's lap, letting a hint of a smile on his face graze him.

"Would you like to indulge in some banter?" Jisung smiled innocently down at Lee Know, who gazed back up in confusion. It was only until hands landed under his arms to his armpits did the majesty fall prey to such childish things.

"N-No! I don't wish to- WAHAHAIT! PLEHEHEHEASE JISUNG!" Minho shrieked when the fingers got to work in scratching his blunt nails over the surface of his armpits, at least the fabric of his costume made it more bearable. Too bad, as when he felt the thick buttons of his shirt unbutton he was doomed.

"Your majesty! You didn't tell me you looked so defined with muscle!" The quokka pretended to be in awe as he looked upon Minho's bare waist, his thighs trapping his arms that once had freedom now no more. The older turned a bright red, getting oh so flustered at the use of still being treated like royalty even after the set, and boy was Jisung having a field day with this information.

"Nohoho don't! Plehehehase- ACK!" The cat squealed when he felt something cold placed onto his waist, eyes widening in horror when he realised it was body oil. He tugged at his arms under Han's thighs, shaking his head with giggles when it was rubbed all over his waist and spine.

"My majesty deserves only the best of massages in the kingdom." The knight mutters with a smile, pressing a tiny kiss to the cat's forehead to soothe him for what was to come. Minho simply shook with giggles, shrieking when fingertips traced along his sides, a mess before it begun.

"I ahaham nohot a king! Stahahap saying thaHAHAHT! JISUHUHUNG!" Minho howled with laughter when fingers rubbed at clawed at his ribs, the oil just making his skin all the more easy to move around, and slide right in between the crevices. The younger hummed an acknowledgement through the laughter, smiling down at the cruel 'king' torn apart at his fingertips.

"Yes you are! And I treat royalty with the utmost respect, excuse me." Jisung tutted, pretending to be offended that Lino dared speak himself so lowly. As punishment, a finger plunged into his navel, the other kneading into his waistline. Minho threw his head back in hysterics, crinkling his eyes with witch-like cackles he was sure the entire castle could hear.

The older thrashed and squirmed, the oil right in his navel making it unbearable as the finger swirled and scratched gently, making him go hazy with laughter, while the kneading on his v-line made him feel like he was going to ascend with crazy laughter.

"ARGHAHAHAAHAH! STAP! PLEEHEHEASE MAHAHAKE IT STOP!" Minho screeches with hysterics, his ears burning with blush from how badly he was being torn apart by something as simple as tickling, torn to pieces while he had beheaded several peasants that defied his rule. His grown hair sprawled across the younger's thighs messily, too much squirming to be kept neat and tidy.

"You're so cute, we should do this more often." The quokka mumbles with a giggle of his own, earning a very strong opinion and shout of no in return, making him smile. He loved when the older let loose like this, laughing so carefree without thinking twice of whom he affected, he wished things remained like that every time.

"NOHOHOHO! NO MORE! AHAHAH-!" Eventually, the older's laughter cut off into silent cries of mirth, kicking out his legs as he tried everything in his power to squirm away from the agile fingers that glided across his torso torturously gently, sending him into quiet, ticklish agony as tears streamed down hs face.

Alas, everything has to come to an end, Jisung pulling his fingers away to properly massage the oil in, earning a lot of giggling and protesting. He still held the rouge cat down, just in case its claws would extend for a hunt of revenge, something he often worried about whenever he messed about in playful banter.

Pulling him into a tight hug, the younger embraces the older in safe, warm cuddle, buttoning back up his cloak when he felt Minho shiver and shudder. They both definitely didn't fall asleep in a tranquil of peace, and both definitely weren't cooed over and nagged by the members for missing their shoot, with cuddles.

The knight was definitely 'burnt at the stake' the next day by his majesty. Worth it though, says Knight Jisung as he screamed out another squeal of desperation when his majesty finds his ribs interesting.

#..? #them #lee!know #ler han #ler jisung #skz tickle #stray kids tickle #ydhsaljds #kpop tickle #idk

[stusbunker]

Spotless: Eco

Chapter Eleven

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Bobby, Bela, Dick Roman and Kobe Bryant mentioned (look, he wasn't supposed to be here but I did my research and well, he had to be), Anael, faceless paps

Word Count: 1683 with pictures

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, tour planning, brunch and shopping with Bela, unbeta'd

Series Masterlist

“Okay, well the official schedule from the touring company arrived, so I have maybe a week to set up the promo interviews before they announce it publicly,” you said over the phone.

“Yeah, with Crowley it’s probably gonna be sooner. Annie’s gotta find someone to step in for the whole year with this so she’s already interviewing. Let me know if you need anything, because I’m just sitting on my hands until we’re actually rolling out,” Bobby replied solemnly.

The give me something to do, please, was implied.

“Check with Benny and his boys, I know the label is supplying some guys too, but I trust you to secure the crew and security schedules,” you said as you made another note on your ever increasing list of to do’s.

Two months may have seemed like a long time, but it was the shortest turn around you’d had for a tour since taking over as publicist for Phantom Traveler and you’d be damned if you fucked it up.

“With the holidays coming up, we’ll be in a pinch to get everything nailed down. But all the commotion with Bela and everything, people will be chomping at the bit to get actual news,” you added, staring unfocused at your computer monitor.

“And he’s got that interview coming up you said, just Dean for that one?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I really hope Meg doesn’t eat him alive. But it’s his chance to give his side of things and for people to see where his head is at now.”

“The sassy little brunette, right?”

“The very one.”

“Is it going to be a tit-for-tat thing? Is Cas gonna be next for a tell-all?”

“Bobby, I don’t think Cas would do an interview and talk bad about Dean even if they paid him. He’s moved on.”

“If you say so, Dean didn’t exactly play nice.”

“He must have had hundreds of offers for the dirt since leaving the band. And everything I hear about him now is just about the kid he’s working with and how they’re creating something unique.”

“I just know how that reporter liked him— the last time.”

“I’m sure she’s going in with the bias against Dean here. Time will tell if she can be swayed,” you admitted. “Plus, Dean won't be alone. We made sure there'll be a few of us there to make it easier.”

“To keep him from making a damned fool of himself you mean.”

“Basically.”

Bobby sat on the other end of the line with his gruff silence before continuing, “you going home for Christmas?”

“Yeah, got the usual stuff with my folks for Christmas Eve then I’m helping Ellen on Christmas day. I’m flying so I won’t be gone more than a few days. Probably end up spending half of it at airports with my luck.”

“Okay, just checkin’.”

“You guys have any plans?”

“Just service on the night before and maybe something with Annie’s cousins. Might just be a train of open houses.”

“Wow, I’m impressed.”

“Hey, I didn’t say I’d enjoy myself.”

You laughed and wrapped it up with a promise to touch base before you left town. The next two days were a whirlwind of emails and phone calls. You put off confirming brunch with Bela for Sunday, but relented from guilt, as she now had regular visits from paparazzi outside her townhouse due to her and Dean’s night club-hopping. You finished up your Saturday errands and plopped yourself onto your stationary bike in a last ditch effort to fend off your restlessness until it was a reasonable enough time to crash.

God, your life was so exciting.

Bela poured you another glass from the endless pitcher of mimosas. “Anyway, I guess Dean got us tickets to the Lakers’ game tomorrow night, like I actually care about baseball.”

“Basketball,” you corrected, taking a sip.

“Exactly,” Bela smirked.

“How good are the tickets? He doesn’t really follow it either,” you continued, worried they’d be in an embarrassing section.

“I think he said something about getting the label’s box for the game?” She tried to play innocent.

You almost spit out your drink. “The entire box?”

“It’s not floor seats’ exposure, but it will be worth it at least. I think he said he called in a favor with Dick?”

“Dick Roman is giving Dean access to his exclusive luxury box at the Staples Center?” You were floored, you opened your phone and googled who they were playing. “Holy fuck, they’re retiring Kobe’s number tomorrow. It’s going to be insane. There’s no way that box isn’t gonna be packed, but at least you can bump elbows with the uppity ups.”

“Kobe Bryant, yeah? He was quite prolific,” Bela seemed pleased. 

“Uh, yeah, played his whole career here,” you added, but put your phone away. Unwilling to text Dean a ‘wtf’ text while you still had another hour of drinks and foodstuffs to get through. “What are you going to wear?”

Bela slid her most compelling face on. “I was hoping we could find something together. It’s been ages since we drunk shopped. Plus, it’s the holidays so I will need to be a bit tipsy if I want to deal with the crowds.”

You had literally nothing left to buy for Christmas, but drunk shopping was a time-honored tradition between the two of you. Plus, it was fun watching Bela work her magic and pull a stunning outfit together out of seemingly discordant pieces.

“Three stores and I’m getting my own ride home, missy,” you warned with a firm pointer finger.

“Of course!” Bela chuckled and tucked into her eggs, eyes flitting back to you with conspiratorial delight.

You finished off your mimosa and finally saw to your french toast.

Bela’s driver took you to all of her favorite haunts and naturally she weaseled her way in to see the best stylists, at least those who were actually on hand on the Sunday afternoon before Christmas. At Sister Jo’s boutique, the owner herself greeted Bela with a double cheek kiss and hug. 

“What are you doing here? Wait, don’t tell me, you need an outfit asap because your little rocker boy toy needs arm candy,” the woman, who was actually named Anael, teased.

“You know me too well,” Bela replied. “This is my dear friend, Y/N, and we’re a bit on the tilt from brunch, but I simply had to come see you. I need something casual and sexy. It’s for a basketball game.”

You waved as she nodded in your direction, not wanting to break the momentum.

Anael frowned and looked Bela over, with much consideration. Then she hummed before asking, “how do you feel about hats?”

Nearly two hours and a top off on champagne later (to keep your buzzes going), you and Bela walked out of the shop with a bag each and a receipt ensuring Bela would be back in the morning for the alterations on the remaining garments.  

“Well, I’d say that was a successful outing,” Bela said with pride, the pink in her cheeks the only hint of her lingering inebriation.

“I’d say,” you agreed, opening the back door of her pre-ordered ride. “I still can’t believe they had something that would work for me for New Year’s.”

Bela waited on the curb until she could slide in the other side, but continued your trail of thought. “Anael is good people, if she likes something, she carries it. Doesn’t matter the size or price, she is all about how an outfit makes you feel,” Bela explained.

“Well, it worked, because I just spent more on myself than I have the entire year because of how good it felt on, so I get it,” you said, patting the bag at your feet.

Bela confirmed your address with the driver and then hers, thanking them for going out of their way in a way that she wasn’t actually apologizing for being a burden.

“You got eyes on you lady,” the driver warned, pointing towards the corner where a camera lens was trained on the car.

“Ignore them, they’ll find someone else before they follow us very far,” Bela promised and you could see her almost glaring at the rearview mirror for the driver to get the lead out.

You sat on the couch in your robe and sleep pants, hair still wet and wrapped on top of your head. You had crashed for a late afternoon nap after shopping and had rebounded with a blissfully long shower and skincare treatment. Now you watched mind numbing television and plotted out your schedule for the coming week. Even though it was cut short with holiday travels, it was full-to-bursting with things to get done.

You sighed and dragged out your suitcase from under your bed, dropped it on the couch and unzipped it to start packing. At least you could watch something while you organized. 

Just after ten your phone buzzed with a text message. You ignored it for a minute until you could find the remote beneath your pile of socks and paused your Lord of the Rings rewatch.

You stared at the conversation with the movie still paused, dumbfounded. One, that Dean sent you a goodnight text of all things and secondly that he was going to willingly give Bela his phone to post on social media about them. Because it’s not official until they’re both posting each other, or so they say. This was going to be big for the fan girls. You already knew Becky would be emailing you the second she saw it. But as far as fanclub presidents went, she wasn’t the worst. Then again, she would be more than a little bitter if Sam and Madison were the ones flaunting their relationship.

You put a reminder in your calendar to cover an extra sweep of SM while you were waiting out Dean’s interview Tuesday morning and then you tossed your phone back amongst your clothes. You were done for the night and so you shoved your half-packed suitcase on the floor and restarted the movie.

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Chapter Twelve: Hook

#spotless series #dean winchester fanfiction #dean/reader #dean/bela #slow burn #rockstar au #fake dating

[blahblahwritings]

O Captain, My Captain.

A/N: It sure has been a while. I'm non-binary now. Feel like compared to those fic writers that disappear for years and come back saying 'sorry I was in prison' that coming out as NB isn't all that big. This is a request from anonymous:

'Can you please do a Captain Flint X Reader where he spent the night with the reader on his ship(If you can add smut, that'll be great!! But If you're not comfy with it I understand!! <333) and when he's having a meeting with his crew the reader just woke up and is trying to find him, so she's just wearing a translucent robe and when she opened the door with Flint and His crew she was embarrassed and Flint's crew was all flustered and stuff.

IDK IF THIS MADE ANY SENSE, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! IF YOURE ABLE TO MAKE THIS, THANK YOU SO MUCH!! MWA 💋

I love Captain Flint ;>'

Sorry its so short. I am well out of practice.

Words: 1683

Warnings: Smut. Porn. Lemon. Whatever you want to call it.

His hands were warm, leaving trails of lightning in their wake as they roamed the expanse of your bare skin. He grabbed and pulled at your soft flesh as his tongue swirled around your clit expertly. The sounds he was pulling from you were filth as he moved to tease your entrance with a single digit. Slowly, torturously so, he slid inside your cunt with ease. You groaned and bucked your hips, a wordless demand for more. He chuckled lowly at your impatience and placed soft kisses to the inside of your thighs.

"So needy." He growled, the sound low in his throat. He added another finger, stretching you just a little further as he began pumping them in and out of you. Your breathy moans were music to his ears and his cock twitched at the sound but despite his wavering self-control, he remained focussed on the task at hand. Moving his mouth back to your clit, he sucked the bud into his mouth and gently licked it with small flicks of his wicked tongue. Your back arched as he curled his fingers, stroking that spot inside you just right. For a moment, among all the sensations, your eyes scrunched closed and you swore you could see stars. He didn't stop but he didn't speed up his movements either leaving you just short of that tantalising peak.

"Ple-Please, Captain. I need more. I need-" Before you finished that sentence his pace quickened, knowing exactly what you needed. His tongue firmly lapped at you applying just the right amount of pressure. His fingers curled upwards and thrust in and out at a ruinous pace which your breathing quickly matched. You gasped, a hand coming to grip his hair. Time stood still, the feeling of your climax washing over you in powerful waves. His pace never slowed, his mouth continuing its patterns pushing you deeper into the pleasure. He moaned, the vibrations sending little shockwaves through you. Your back arched and his eyes found yours as you convulsed. The bastard smirked, knowing he was the only one that could bring you to the brink so violently. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he began to slow, bringing you back to reality with gentle touches to your body, the soft flesh tingling with the aftermath. Your eyelids grew heavy as he cleaned you up lazily with his mouth but you wanted to make him feel the way you did. You moved a hand to grab his thick cock as he crawled his way over you.

"You're tired." He blinked at you, eyes much softer than they were before. "You don't have to return the favour." You smiled, appreciating the gesture, but despite your tiredness, if you didn't have him right now you might just explode. Grabbing him tightly, you stroked up and down his length, brushing your thumb over the tip as you squeezed. His eyes rolled back and he sucked a breath in through his teeth as you undid the last of his self-control. The darkness in his eyes pinned you in place, the softness replaced with a charged gaze. "You're sure?" His voice was clipped. A nod from you was all it took as he grabbed your hands roughly and pinned them above you with a single hand, the other gripped your jaw as he kissed you. It was desperate and you could taste yourself on his lips, tongue darting out as you moaned wantonly into his mouth. He lined himself up and slammed into you, filling you up in one thrust. You gasped loudly, throwing your head back at the sudden intrusion. Leaving you no time to process, he started bucking his hips into you, the sound of skin on skin mixing with your whines filling the Captain's quarters. He moved his mouth to your neck to suck bruises into your skin, biting down hard as the speed and harshness of his thrusts increased.

You could feel him letting go of all control, for once letting himself drown in you, not fearing if he would break you. His thrusts became brutal, his cock slamming ruthlessly into just the right spot over and over again. "Touch yourself." He growled into your ear, releasing your hands. You obeyed him, fingers deftly circling your own clit as he watched, sweat beading on his forehead. "Thats it. You take me so well." The praise made waves of hot pleasure run through you as he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder pushing him even deeper and you let out an involuntary scream as your vision turned white. A hand came to cover your mouth, muffling the sounds as he fucked you into the bed. You came. Violently. Your whole body shook and you couldn't suck in breath fast enough as his thrusts became sloppy. You dragged your nails down his back. The sight of you coming undone beneath him, the exquisite pain of your scratches, your screams against his palm, all of it brought him over the edge with his own guttural moans. You felt him twitching inside you as you came down from your high. Your breaths were fast and you continued to shake lightly as he pulled out of your still sensitive cunt, falling into the bed beside you. A few moments pass, both of you catching your breath before he pulls you into his chest.

The exhaustion chased away the remaining pulses of your orgasm as you bury your face into his neck. He kisses your forehead and pulls back to look at you, checking to see that you were alright. "Get some sleep. I'm not going anywhere."

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Sounds of the seagulls screeching outside the ship ripped you from your peaceful slumber. You let out a moan as you stretched, your body aching deliciously after last nights events. They came flooding back to you as you smiled blissfully to yourself, rolling over to find… nothing. You awoke alone. The bed was cold meaning he must've left long before you woke. You sat up, the pang of hurt making your chest tight. The cabin was empty. Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you stood, quickly realising that the next few days may be a little sore. A white robe hung from one of the hooks near the door and you quickly threw it on to search for your Captain. The crew were on shore leave and shouldn't be back until the early afternoon. So where was he?

Pulling open the door, you tiptoed through the short wooden halls in search of some fruit for breakfast. The smell of the sea mixed with gunpowder as you passed storage barrels and cannons. The ship was empty as expected. Turning a corner, you could hear someone behind the door to the small dining area. Thinking it was Flint, you threw open the door, ready to give him a piece of your mind. Something about leaving a lady in his bed to wake alone and how he should make it up to you in some way. Yes, that would do nicely.

Those thoughts stopped as soon as the door opened. He wasn't alone. The crew were here. All of them.

The heads of every man on the ship turned to look at the intrusion, each of them at the table with their Captain stood at the head. They stared at you and suddenly you were acutely aware of the translucent white robe you had thrown on in a hurry to see him. Billy is the first to avert his eyes, face going bright red. Gates opens his mouth as if to say something but quickly shuts it as he looks between James and you. The air turns hot around you. Or is that your face? Looking into his eyes you quickly slam the door, embarrassed at the thought of those men seeing you almost naked. You hear him grumble something to the crew like 'You act as though you have never seen a woman before' as footsteps approach. You begin to turn and leave, deciding to return to his quarters and pretend that it did not just happen. Maybe if you were quiet and still enough, you would cease to exist, the wooden floors of the ship opening up to eat you whole. Or you could throw yourself off the side and just take a big gulp of the sea-

The door opens and closes, Flint coming to stand beside you. Your cheeks are bright red, your arms trying to cover your body. You look up at him, barely meeting his ocean coloured eyes. He shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around you. Its like a blanket on you because of the size. It is warm and smells just like him bringing some comfort.

"I am SO sorry. I didn't mean to intrude, I didn't think the crew would be back until the afternoon and-" You start babbling, feeling absolutely ridiculous. "Its half past two" He cut you off. You blink up at him. Your brows furrow as you stare at his clothed chest, thoughts flooding your skull. You had slept through the morning. What time HAD you gone to bed? It must've been late by the time you fell asleep. That's why he wasn't there when you woke. He had let you rest. A hand tilts your chin upwards, forcing you to look at him. His eyes look your body up and down, undressing you even though you wore so little. He wets his lips. "There isn't any need to apologise, I think that given the marks on your neck they know who you belong to." He looks away for a moment. "If not, what I'm about to do to you will ensure they get the message." He smirks, eyes returning to bore into your own. Your mouth suddenly runs dry, which is odd given that his words had the complete opposite effect between your thighs. Unable to form words, you simply nodded up at him earning a hungry kiss as he pulled you towards the captains quarters.

#requested #smut #captain flint x reader #captain james flint #james flint #james flint x reader #flint x reader #black sails imagine #black sails

[an-aspiration]

Run

warnings: violence-weapons- angst

summary: the w people attack Alexandria, y /n and carl already fighting are forced to huddle together and get over it xoxo. 1683 words

Its a semi cloudy day, perfect for relaxing inside and doing nothing. It was also turning out great. You woke up, got dressed, remembered you have snacks downstairs, and started cleaning up. When you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth you hear your bedroom door open. Peaking out you see its carl, not surprised, since you guys go back and forth “sharing rooms”

"Oh good your up. Did you finish the spare shampoo I had under the sink?"

You covered your mouth trying to be polite and not laugh at his sternness "Uh yeah sorry I can ask Daryl to put that on the list. You'll get it by tomorrow."

He furrowed his brow "K."

"Whats your problem its just shampoo."

"God my problem is you. "

You were taken aback at how fast he snapped back at you. He didn’t usually act like an asshole but you knew he would eventually get out of his little mood swing. Internally you decided to help him get out of it faster by arguing.

You rolled your eyes "oh please elaborate! Because I'm sorry your having a bad morning but that has hardly anything to do with me."

"you're useless. Your ass doesn't do anything except hang around your little friends and eat shit. What good are you?"

Turning from the mirror to him you mustered up the meanest look you could. Then popped the tooth brush out of your mouth and rinsed preparing to go off on him. Who does he think he is calling you useless? He was just your 'bff' yesterday and now he's acting like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"First I am not useless. Do you even think before you speak because that doesn't make sense at all considering I am the one changing Judith's diapers, cleaning both your room, hers, and mine every week, and on top of that cooking your meals, so please come get me when your attitude is looking up. Cause I don't know who put you in this mood but its your job to get out of it."

You walked past him scoffing. Downstairs you grabbed your walkman, a bag of grapes, rollerskates and walked out the door.

You had been rolling around the neighborhood for a little while, enjoying the fresh air and exercise. Eventually, you came across a bench and decided to take a rest. As you sat down, you reached into your bag and pulled out a handful of juicy grapes. As you savored the sweet flavor, your mind wandered to thoughts of Deana and her parties. You realized that you could really use some fun right now, and hoped that Deana would throw another one soon. In the meantime, you decided to listen to some music on your Walkman. You scrolled through your playlist and selected "Rehab" by Lana Del Rey, letting the cute melody wash over you as you enjoyed a moment of peaceful solitude on the bench.

You sat there soaking in your thoughts mindlessly eating your grapes. You started noticing small things that you didn't notice before like how lifeless everything looked when it wasn't sunny. It made you think of Winter which was coming close. The thought of Christmas warmed your heart, but made you wonder how different it would be celebrating during the end of the world. Surely parents want their kids to have something like that. You definitely would even at your age.

Or maybe-

"HELP"

You quickly jerked out of your train of thought at the sound. Was someone hurt? Looking around you didn't see anything. But something told you to get somewhere safe. You stood up gathering your things shaking, when you started hearing more screams. Startled you just grabbed your roller skates and ran in the direction of your house. As you turned a corner you saw the mayhem. People cut into pieces and random people running around with machetes and other weapons. Now officially scared out of your mind you sprinted as fast as you could.

Morgan was in shackles, people being sliced, beaten. You caught a glimpse of someone with a 'W' on their forehead. The group Rick and morgan were murmuring about got inside the walls and are killing everyone. As you neared the house you heard someone laughing close behind you.

fuck.

"No no no no" You Turned your head to see who it was and you almost started crying. A big, probably three hundred pound, man was running behind you with a spear. You picked up the pace still a block away from the house.

You looked to your right hoping Rick or someone was gonna shoot him but instead you saw a handgun laying on the sidewalk. You bolted to it and immediately picked it up and blindly fired two shots in his direction.

One hit his arm holding the spear. You went to shoot again but *click*. You panicked then he charged at you then you fell back. Now your heart was beating faster than ever hoping you didn't just get yourself killed. He was on top of you and you stupidly threw a punch but it hit him. Blood trickled down his cheek and landed on you. He hissed at the pain, not from your power, but from the four cheap and prickly rings you had on. Before he turned back to hit back you pulled out your knife from your boot about to pierce his neck when a shot sounded. You winced then realized Carl had shot him.

You quickly wiggled from underneath him as you had tried earlier then stood up and wiped the blood off your jaw, still in shock.

"I had it."

"Barely." He said in a cocky manner, but with some sympathy in his voice. "Are you okay?''

"um.........Yeah i'm okay." You said

Now you were feeling faintish after only having grapes as a meal for the day and all the stress you had just been through. It seemed he had noticed this too because he grabbed your hand and started guiding you through the chaos back home.

A couple of hours passed, you were boiling noodles for a classic spaghetti in the kitchen. It felt strange casually cooking a meal after what happened. But there seemed to not be any right way to deal with the fact that you almost become road kill.

Carl was upstairs probably putting Judith to sleep and getting into his pajamas. Your feet began to tingle, a sign they were falling asleep so you decided to stroll over to the counter and sit there after turning the simmer down. You ran your soft hands through your hair then slowly rubbed your temples. You heard him come downstairs.

"Hey y/ n"

You looked up "Hey Carl, whats up?"

"Nothin, just uh put Judith down. Are you doing alright?"

"Yeah i'm as good as I can be at the moment. I just have a raging headache. Also- where did the others go?"

"Oh they were helping people clean up, now their at Deana's." He paused "But I just wanted to talk to you about this morning.. Im sorry for being um rude. I didn't mean what I said obviously I was just well.. I don't know. I'm also sorry because its my fault you were out there when the people attacked anyway. Do you forgive me?"

"Yes I forgive you" you said slightly giggling "I can't stay mad at you for long but thank you for also saving my life. Even if it was your fault I was out there you could have chose not to save me, your best friend, but you did."

He smiled at the way you punctuated best friend "yeah" He sat in the chair next to you staring at his hands as if he was thinking about saying something.

As you rose to attend to the food, he said, "Best friend huh?" to which you simply replied, "Yep haha". However, the conversation took an unexpected turn when he asked, "Have you ever thought of like... being more?"

You stood frozen for a second, before realizing he was probably watching you from behind.

You had considered this possibility before, but you didn't want to complicate things by bringing it up. The thought of him rejecting you made you feel uneasy, wondering if he would be scrutinizing your every move after. You tried to shake off the feeling, but it lingered in the back of your mind every time you saw him, thought about it, hell even dreamt about him. You thought it was time to confront him about it, or at least bring it up in conversation. You didn't want to be paranoid, but you also didn't want to ignore your instincts.

"hmm well" you said teasing him a little "what do you mean?"

"I'm just being dumb or whatever"

"No, your not, tell me" You said turning around and smiling. This gave him hope that you would feel the same.

"It's just, I woke up in a bad mood cause I overheard you with your friends last night talking about me. You said I come on too strong and It's obvious who I like and-"

"Oh my god no carl" you interupted " I wasn't talking about you I was talking about Abraham and Sasha. I love them both but it's so funny watching their little friends to lovers trope"

He laughed "ohhh, my bad um" "Well sorry for that too. But what I'm trying to say is I like you. I thought you didn't like me back so I got mad but- It's okay if you don't like me back I just needed to tell you because I couldn't hold on to that secret anymore." he said nervously running his hand through his hair.

You smiled and looked at him. You felt like everything that you didn't expect to happen today was happening at the strangest times.

"That- well I like you too. I was too scared to tell you because I was afraid you didn't feel the same way"

"Really?"

You nodded.

He stood up and walked over to your spot grabbing the warm wooden spoon from your hand and pulling you in for a kiss.

pt2??

A/N! :

HEY!! first post on this acc lmaoo. I posted this on watt pad originally like a month ago along with two other imagines (if you wanna check them out: leinsburg666) I wont be posting them here bc personally i think they are booty and i wrote them two months ago I’m obviously a new person duhh. but anyways i’m gonna write some more like this and PLEASE leave requests like good lord i will probably reply to all of them since i’m not sure a lot of people will see this bc the carl/reader fandom died in like 2018. hope this was enjoyable thoo 🩷

#carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #the walking dead fic #carl grimes #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x you #carl grimes fluff #stargirl #angst #carl grimes angst #carl grimes smut #star aesthetic #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes imagines

[a-sterling-rose]

Desiree Redesign

Front View:

Back View:

Yay, I finally finished my Desiree redesign. I leaned more into her humanity instead of her genie status, but I did want to give the same cuff imagery by putting the design along her dress’ wrist. 

My main goal for my Desiree is to be able to actually pin-point where she originates. I chose to make her Palestinian as I wanted to use some embroidery patterns that are iconic from the culture. I will admit my ignorance when it comes to Palestinian history, but I believe I would have my Desiree to be alive during the Early Ottoman Ruling of Palestine, which would be around 1683 AD.

I want to visually show Desiree’s rebellious nature in her outfit. Her dress isn’t as long as her tail makes it out to be. Her veil does cover her hair, but you can still clearly see it because of how loose her veil is. Despite everything that has happened, Desiree still loves her culture.

I changed her OG color scheme(blue and purple) to red and purple as a visual hint as to what her personality/ultimate goal is.

For those who are curious:

My Desiree’s ultimate goal is to gain enough power to grant her own wish. Despite the front she puts up, Desiree doesn’t fully understand how her powers work, thus uses humans as test subjects to see what can/can’t be done with particular word choices. 

What is Desiree’s wish?

Well, I actually don’t want to change much of Desiree’s origins. Mainly, I want to make her an authentic depiction of a harem girl. However, my Desiree wasn’t apart of the Sultan’s harem, but his wife’s.

Harem’s of influential women were usually personal servants/ under personal protection. However, a romantic relationship developed between Desiree and the wife(I swear I will give this woman a proper name along with her own redesign someday).

Desiree was transparent about she wanted: To run away together to a place where they can exist in peace. She was always the optimist of the two, the dreamer who would pray to the stars for a day their plan could become real. You can only imagine what Desiree felt when the Wife suddenly banished her without even saying goodbye.

And thus Desiree’s story continues on like her OG counterpart. She manifests a ghostly form that can grant wishes, adopting the perception of being a genie as a way seem more legitimate. 

She powers is manipulate ectoplasam to take properly take form(to explain how Danny is able to suck these ‘wishes’ into the thermos). Desiree can’t manipulate time, but she can manipulate memories to make it seem like she truly did. 

My Desiree wants to wish to meet the Wife again. It seems no matter how Desiree tricks humans into helping her, she can’t seem to find the Wife.

#Danny Phantom #dp desiree #desiree dp #dp redesign #dp redesigns #palestinian desiree #a-sterling-rose art #a sterling rose art #my art #original gif #phanart

[narcolini]

coping mechanisms

angel reyes x gn!reader (& bonus coco), angst, 1683 words

no warnings, just men being dumb and fighty

for day 21 of whumpril: ‘it’s just a scratch’

tagging: @drabbles-mc @cositapreciosa @hausofmamadas​ (let me know if u wanna be tagged for angel fics)

Angel’s been like this since EZ’s arrest. Desperate for distraction. He’d been bothering the guys at first, tagging along on every job he could, calling round for drinks when they didn’t want guests. You could only keep him busy for so long too, because you always had to go to work eventually. No matter how much of yourself you gave in the time in between, it wasn’t enough. He was driving himself mad with it, really, the pursuit of an occupied mind. When no-one was there to help, he drank instead, but his wallet complained as much as his head did on that one.

And then he’d started fixing up his bike.

New parts, new paint. He stays out all day, polishing it, tweaking it. Riding out until it’s dirty and doing it all over again.

He’s at it now, in the lot, down on one knee to add shine to the front wheel arch. You’re watching him from the porch of the clubhouse, forearms on the wooden railing. You try to be a part of what helps. Offer him every escape you can think of: movies, dinner, sex. But he just goes right back to the bike afterwards. It’s the only thing that keeps his mind from running away with him. The repetition, you suppose, the little tasks, over and over again. He can’t think about EZ’s sentencing while he’s doing it. It’s just polish, and detailing, and the instant gratification of doing something practical with his hands.

There’s no waiting for someone else’s decision with the bike, the control is all his.

‘You want a beer, Ange?’ you shout.

His head shakes from across the yard. ‘Nah, you’re good.’

You’d expected as much, but offering a drink every now and then is all you can do when he’s like this. You were trying to be patient. Supportive.

‘I wanna go eat soon,’ you tell him, which he nods to. ‘In like thirty minutes?’

‘Yeah, sure.’

He hasn’t looked up from the bike once, is just raising his voice so it carries instead.

You sigh, relaxing into the support in front of you. EZ’s trial can’t come soon enough. You need your boyfriend back. Need a decision, a sentence, so he can stop avoiding what’s coming and deal with it instead. The longer he goes like this, the harder it’ll be when it happens and EZ goes in for good. He won’t even talk about it. Acts like he doesn’t have a brother at all, and if you bring it up, then, well. It’s worse than letting him spending hours and hours waxing the leather of his seat cushion.

There’s another bike pulling up now, Coco on his own, rolling into the space beside Angel’s. You can see right away that he’s got the angle wrong, probably from squinting into the sun. He goes wonky, then straightens, too close to where Angel’s working. You can’t be sure, but it almost looks like he’s made contact. Bike to bike.

‘Ey, ey, yo!’ Angel’s standing, tossing his cloth onto the seat. ‘Watch your fucking bars, homie.’

Coco’s engine cuts off. ‘Relax, bro,’ he says, craning to look between the two machines. He pushes his own bike back, walking it with his boots, before kicking down his stand. ‘It ain’t that serious.’

But Angel’s bent again, inspecting the paintwork of his own. ‘You fucked up my bike,’ he snaps, finger swiping along the mark he’s found.

‘What?’ Coco dismounts, hair swinging as he walks to stand beside him. When he’s there, looking at what Angel’s looking at, he laughs. ‘C’mon bro, that shit’s barely visible.’ He pushes Angel’s shoulder dismissively, grinning like they’re in on a joke. ‘The fuck is wrong with you?’

But Angel isn’t laughing. ‘The fuck is wrong with you?’ he snaps back, shoving Coco harder than he had done in the first place, away from him and into the handlebars of his own bike.

You straighten. Even from here you can see that they aren’t joking, can recognise the tension stretching between your boyfriend’s shoulder blades. He’s pissed, and he means it.

Coco laughs again as you take to the stairs, path set toward them. He’s not cocky with it now, but nervous, laughing from the shock of Angel’s reaction. ‘Yo, chill,’ he says, ‘it’s not that deep, Angel.’

‘Me chill?’ Angel’s hand flies out, gesturing to the bike. ‘You’re out here damaging my shit cause you can’t fucking ride, asshole.’

You’re a step away now, close enough to exchange a look with Coco, a what the fuck is going on, look. He’s got a right to be annoyed, sure, but this? This is beyond rationale. You and Coco both know that, but only one of you is patient enough to realise it’s not really Coco he has an issue with. Or the bike. It’s not really that at all.

Coco scoffs, righting himself, and setting his kutte straight over his chest. ‘You need to get a life, homie,’ he says, making your stomach sink. He shouldn’t take this route. He shouldn’t say anything at all.

‘Let’s bring it down a notch, yeah?’ You stop in front of them, looking between the two.

‘Ever since EZ was arrested this is all you fucking care about,’ Coco continues, ‘it’s fucking sad, man.’

Angel tuts, face tilting to the ground for a minute. You can see his jaw working, can imagine his molars clenching and unclenching.

‘He’s done for, bro, making your bike all nice and shit isn’t gonna—’

Angel swings at him, too clumsy to make contact with his fist—Coco flinching back in just the right moment—but his elbow catches his nose on the way back, and then it’s happening so fast that you lose track. Coco rushes him, taking them both back into Angel’s bike, swearing and grunting and grappling like children. Like boys in the mud of the school yard.

‘Fucking stop!’ you shout, hooking a hand around Coco’s shoulder because he’s closest, and yanking him as hard as you can.

It isn’t easy, and you’re ashamed to admit that you might’ve pulled his hair, just slightly, to get him to release, but eventually he lets you, and you drag him away from the stupid fucking fight.

‘What the fuck is wrong with you guys?’ you pant, pushing Coco behind you. When you turn to throw the question at Angel, he bumps into you, all momentum. He hadn’t realised that you’d gotten in between them yet. ‘Hey.’ You shove him back, two palms to his chest. ‘You’re acting like children.’

‘He started on me, man,’ Coco whines, pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘You gave me a fucking nose bleed, asshole.’

Angel’s panting, chest lifting up and down wildly. ‘Yeah. Eye for an eye, fuckwad.’

You tut. ‘Angel.’ He’s embarrassing you. You’re actually itching under the skin with it.

Coco’s shaking his head, looking at the red on his hands, before putting them back to slow the flow of it. ‘You’re fucking crazy, homie,’ he says, tracking backwards toward clubhouse. ‘Stay the fuck away from me.’

‘Likewise, bro,’ Angel quips back, saying it over your head, all attitude and childish bitterness.

‘Will you fucking act like an adult, Angel?’ You’re staring at him, eyes wide and disbelieving. ‘It’s just a scratch. An accident.’ You’re close enough to see the mark for what it is now, and honestly, it’ll probably buff out. It’s probably just a streak of rubber over anything else. ‘Are you even seeing yourself right now?’

He scoffs, turning away from you to grab the cloth from his seat. ‘I don’t need shit from you too, y’know.’

‘You threw a punch over a scratch, Angel!’

He sours, grumbling, ‘You heard what he said about EZ.’

Yeah, the truth. He said what everyone else, besides Angel, has already accepted. ‘Really?’ you ask, head shaking. ‘You’re gonna lash out at literally everyone that talks about it?’

You watch him run the cloth through his hands, once, twice, waiting for a reply that never comes. You expected him to have a moment of realisation, to meet his stubbornness head on and accept that it isn’t fucking working. For him, for anyone. But he just stands there, waiting for you to leave.

‘You know what, Angel?’

‘What?’ His head twitches toward you, too sharp for your liking. It just adds fuel to the simmer.

‘I have been so patient, and understanding, letting you do your fucking…’ You wave toward his bike, toward him. His avoidance. ‘But you really need to sort your shit, and fast,’ you tell him. He needs to act like the older brother for once.

His head goes back, with a sigh bigger than he has any right to. ‘He scratched my fucking—’

‘The bike is not the fucking point, is it?’ you snap, cutting him off before he can complain any further. ‘You’re going to have to deal with this, okay, I know it sucks, but you can’t just keep yourself busy and never address the giant fucking elephant in the room.’

He’ll go crazy. You will too. Like a stone tied around your middle, thrown off the bridge with him.

‘EZ is likely to go down.’ Your voice catches, forcing you to swallow. ‘For a serious amount of time, and you need to deal with that, Ange.’

No more distractions, no more snapping at everyone that mentions it. Just him, and the real fucking reality that he’s trying to avoid. Your stare at him, waiting still. He says nothing. He can’t even bring himself to match your gaze.

But that’s fine. If that’s how he wants to be, then fine. You aren’t going to helicopter over his neuroticism anymore. You huff, turning on the balls of your feet.

‘What, you not even gonna let me defend myself?’ he scoffs, trying to sound arrogant and failing, too delayed to have any real impact. He’s only saying it now because it looks like you’ve won. 

‘No,’ you reply, eyes set on the door of the clubhouse. ‘I’m going to see if you broke his fucking nose.’

#angel reyes x you #angel reyes x reader #mayans mc fanfic #whumpril2023 #angel reyes fanfic #just a little one for today <3<3<3

[notyour-valentine]

Congrats on 1 thousand Val! May I request a tommy blurb with “The question remains: How?”

Solicitation ~ modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

[Celebration] [Celebration Masterlist] [Masterlist]

Warning: Tommy hitting on the reader a bit too heavily, mention of sex (18/21+). I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.

Words: 1683 words

"Do you want to fuck me?"

She put her pen down on the piles and piles of paperwork before glancing up at him. 

He was sitting on the other side of the standard issue desk, leaning back in his chair as if he owned the office, hell, the entire building. 

His black shirt was unbuttoned at the top, but apart from that, he was dressed to the nines with a dark gray perfectly tailored suit, platinum cufflinks and an expensive leather band watch. 

"I beg your pardon?", She asked, hoping- praying- she had misheard. 

He smirked slightly, letting his eyes roam over her as if he wanted to scan her in her entirety. 

"Let me rephrase.", He said, shifting in his chair, "Would you fuck me?" 

"No!"

She felt as if he had struck her or rather as if he had doused her in icy cold water. 

"That came quick.", Mr. Shelby remarked, still smirking. 

"Because it didn't need consideration!", She insisted, trying to ignore the thundering heart in her chest the same way she tried to ignore the burning in her cheeks. 

"Ouch."

Taking off her reading glasses bought her time she desperately needed to compose herself. 

Professional. Diligent. Impeccable. 

"Mr. Shelby,", she began slowly, "we are here to prep you for the trial, now please, let's focus on what really matters."

Thomas Shelby scoffed and reached for one of the pensz twirling it between his fingers. 

"That is a waste of time since it won't go to trial."

"It will go to trial, Sir."

His lip twitched in light of her courtesy. 

"Even if it does,", he mused, drawing out his words as his eyes never left her. "It won't get to my testimony."

His lips curled into the hint of a smile. 

"Miss.", He added. 

He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and retrieved a silver case of cigarettes and a matching lighter. 

She didn't even know they made these anymore. 

"There's no smoking in here.", She reminded him as he pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips. 

His eyes peeked up and glanced at her, and, without breaking eye-contact, he brought the lighter to the tip and lit it. 

Those eyes were the clearest blue, like one of those freshly cut aquamarine stones one could see in the kind of jewellery stores that didn't show the prices outright. 

They were sharp and hawkish and never seemed to miss a thing. 

To say they unsettled her, was an understatement. 

Slowly, he let smoke escape his mouth. 

"Now there is.", He said. 

She pursed her lips and swallowed her initial reply. 

"Mr. Shelby, I am trying to help you here.", She reminded him. 

He held the cigarette between his fingers and hummed softly. 

"That so? Because my shoulder has been tense all afternoon from these uncomfortable fucking chairs."

He couldn't stop his smile. 

"If you want to be a dear-"

She cut him off before he could get further. 

"Are you trying to add sexual harassment to the long lost of charges levelled against you and your family?", She asked. "Or to lose this firm as your legal council?"

He chuckled at that and tapped the ash of his cigarette onto his saucer. 

"I am this firm's best paying client, Sweetheart. They'll do anything to keep me, they can always get a new you."

She raised her eyebrow at him but he only tilted his head to the side as if wanting to get a better view. 

"You look like an intern."

"I am a solicitor, Mr. Shelby."

"Ah, a solicitor.", He repeated, nodding in such a way it made her blood boil. 

"And I was chosen to prepare you."

He shrugged. 

"I mean, I prefer you to those bald headed golfers out there, but care to explain why they picked a terrible list to prepare me for lying in court?"

Professional. Diligent. Impeccable. 

"I am not preparing you for lying, but rather to ensure you won't incriminate yourself or your family on the stand."

She smoothed the paperwork over and moved her glasses. 

"And I am not a liar."

As soon as the words had left her mouth, she regretted her slip up. 

But if she had hoped he would let it slide, Thomas Shelby disappointed her. 

He put out his cigarette and leaned forward. 

"You said you don't want to fuck me when you clearly do."

"You think too highly of yourself."

That coaxed a soft chuckle from his lips. 

"Not by the way you watched me in that meeting earlier or just now when you thought I wasn't looking, Miss."

Her mouth went dry, but her face would not betray her. For that, she was too good at her job. 

“So, Miss (L/N), I want to know why you would say such a thing.”, he continued, twirling that pen while glancing at her in such a casual way it could almost lead her to believe he didn’t care for her reaction, but she knew better. He was studying her every move. 

“Playing hard to get, bad experience with men like me? Or,”, he drew out the word, as his eyes narrowed in on hers. “Are you trying to impress the bosses? Maybe proving to the world that you are better than that? Or do you have some pimple faced Oxford graduate at home? Some Rupert or Francis?”

This is it, she thought and began to gather her papers. 

“I am not engaging in this nonsense.”, she announced and closed her file, beginning to pack up. 

“Well I am paying you, so you are obligated to.”, he reminded her, swivelling in his chair. 

“The answers to these questions are none of your business, entirely inappropriate and given the situation you, your family and your companies are in, ought to be none of your concern.”, she said sharply, getting up from her chair, his file pressed to her chest. 

“Oh I am not concerned.”, he said, shaking his head. “But funny you’d say that, because I intend to make the answers my business.”

She stopped in her tracks and stared at him in disbelief. 

“Why?”, she asked. 

He smirked ever so slightly, so softly she could even tell herself she was imagining it. 

“Because I want to know about you.”

She inhaled sharply and stared at the wall. 

He wasn’t the first man to try his luck with her, to do it repeatedly. It was nothing she hadn’t seen before. Nothing she couldn’t deal with. Nothing she couldn’t get through. 

“A woman like you in a place like this, this high up - not easy, not even in the twenty-first century.”, he mused as if he was thinking aloud. “At least not with your background.”

“My background?”, she asked sharply. 

He didn’t seem to mind that she was towering over him now, instead, he only ever smiled as if this was just the situation he had been keen to provoke. 

“State school to Cambridge - not easy. How many scholarships were it again? Seven? Eight?”

She swallowed hard. 

“Couldn’t have been easy to claw your way to here with all the toffs in your way, all those unpaid internships and the night jobs to keep yourself afloat.”

She took a shaky breath, and built herself to her full height. 

“A minute ago, you said I was the intern.”

“I said you looked like an intern.”

If this was his definition of a compliment, she wanted no part of it and began to make for the door, her heels echoing on the floor. 

Movement sprung into him and he got up, reaching the door before her blocking it with his body. 

“A woman like you with a background like that getting all the way here? Into a law firm like this? Without a name, money or connection leaves only two possibilities.”, he said, speaking quicker now, while her heart pounded. 

“Either you fucked your way up,”

The only reason she didn’t slap him were the files in her hand. 

“Or you are exceedingly good at what you do - so good that these people look past all that.”

He stepped back and ran a hand through his pitch black hair. 

“This conversation is entirely inappropriate.”, she hissed. 

“Nevertheless,”, Mr. Shelby said unimpressed. “The question remains: How?”

Instead of answering, she only glared at him until his lips curled into a small smile. 

“See, my enterprise is looking to hire people that are exceedingly good at what they do, independent of their background, age, gender or whatever fucking else.”

That made her eyebrows shoot up.

“Are you seriously trying to headhunt me?”, she demanded to know, disbelief making her breathless. 

He only shrugged, suddenly looking less like the savvy and rather dubious businessman who looked like had stepped straight out of a Boss perfume billboard, and more like a little schoolboy who was asking a girl out for the first time.

This boyish look suited him, not that it mattered in this context. Not in the slightest.

Professional. Diligent. Impeccable.  

“The partners in the firm won’t like the sound of that.”, she said, clutching the files tighter. 

He only shrugged.

“I am their best client.”, he reminded her once more.

“Perhaps.”, she shot back, “but they won’t think so if you lose them their case with your recklessness on the stand.”

That actually made him chuckle as he glanced her up and down.

“Alright, how about this?”, he suggested. “I’ll participate in your little school play and will be nothing but the essence of professionality and cooperation going forward.”

Now that sounded too good to be true, and of course it was. 

“But if the whole thing gets thrown out before my testimony, like I told you it will,”, he said, a glint in his pale blue eyes, “You’ll go out for drinks with me.”

She scoffed and shook her head, but he cut her off before she could get a word out.

“And I assure you that by the end of the night, you’ll regret not accepting my offer sooner,”

He tilted his head slightly as he met her eyes, his own promising nothing but mischief.

“Or rather, my offers.”

End

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[buckets-and-trees]

Steve and the Best Friend

Fandom: MCU

Characters/Pairings: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 1683

Summary: After months getting to know these men individually and then having things come to a head with a decision they put in your hands, it’s time to face the men who’ve been the object of your heart.

Warnings: Heart palpitations for reader? The pairing label pretty much let’s you know what’s up.

Additional Notes: Technically this is the end of the narrative journey I planned out for The Brooklyn Boys. Five Bucky chapters, five Steve chapters, an interlude, and there is a short exitlude that will follow up to this. That being said, I have other pieces I want to tell about this relationship (um, including some smut!), but I decided to close this out keeping with the tone and beats of the parts that have come before.

It’s been almost two weeks.

Other than letting you know by text they were both back in the country and safe from the mission they’d left on the day after your conversation, both Steve and Bucky have been radio silent, letting you have the time and space they promised.

The first day when they’d presented their choice to you, all your thoughts were dizzying and overwhelming, unsure what to think. But under all of that, there were still the roots that had begun to develop for how you felt about each of them, and when you didn’t have to work to keep them separate, they seemed to overlap and entwine so naturally inside your heart, slowly but surely, as day by day your head started sorting things out.

However, as slowly and steadily as it had developed, you didn’t want to go to them until you knew.

This morning you woke up and you knew.

You felt so settled that you wanted to simply sit with your decision for the day. You’d gone to work, head finally feeling clear again. All day the warmth of your resolve spread through your bones.

But as the afternoon comes to a close, you catch the time on a clock on the wall, and a thrill of nerves shoots through you. Now that you’ve made your decision, sat in the contentment of surety all day, it’s time for action. As sure as you are, you’re still scared as hell, unsure of what will come next or some of the details, but you know you want to sort it out with them.

You pull your phone out of the pocket of your jeans and open the text thread that’s been set up between the three of you.

YOU: Can we talk tonight?

STEVE: Of course

Steve’s response is almost immediate, and only a beat later another message appears.

BUCKY: Come to our place

Steve is the one to actually send their address and adds that you’re free to come over whenever.

As you pack up your things for the day, you’re tempted to go home first, but you’re buzzing now with too much nervous energy, anticipation, anxiety. You know if you go home, the part of you that’s always been protective of your heart, insecure, uncertain in romance in general, will find endless amounts of one more things to do before you steel yourself to leave – changing your shirt, your pants, different shoes, touch up your make up, taking a shower because maybe it was a spritz too much perfume now, or wanting to change your hair entirely, you should eat something before you go, maybe you should bake something, and on and on.

And so you pull up the address and laugh softly to yourself when you see it’s less than a ten-minute walk to their place. It made perfect sense now that you’d met Bucky in the park that first day – it was your work park, and it was his home park – and then a natural choice for him to have picked your bookshop to wander into not long after.

By the time you knock on their door, your heart is racing and stomach fluttering a positive storm of butterflies. But when the smooth wood opens and Steve is standing there with the softest of smiles, the butterflies settle somewhat, and your heart slows down at least a little.

“You’re here,” he says.

You bite your lip. “I hope I wasn’t too quick.”

“Oh no, come in,” he opens the door wider and ushers you in.

As he closes the door, you’re engulfed with the impossibly delicious smell of meat, vegetables, and a savory tang that draws an involuntary moan from your gut. Your cheeks feel flush as the first moments you met Steve flood your memory as you couldn’t keep quiet when getting a whiff of the smell at the sandwich shop.

Steve laughs. “Apparently you had a hand in creating this exquisite purgatory I now frequently find myself living in.” He pins you with a mock glare, and it makes you also laugh, easing your nerves a bit more.

“What’s he making?”

“Beef bourguignon.”

You inhale again and hum out a happy sigh.

“You can leave your bag here on the entry table,” Steve gestures, and then the two of you walk down the hallway. It opens on the left to a library and study, and on the right to a living room, where Bucky’s sitting on one end of a long couch. As you enter, he places a book on the end table next to him and sits up slightly, eyes on you, one hand petting the snow-white cat resting against his leg.

You choose to sit in the armchair that’s next to the couch on the same side of the room as Bucky, and though you didn’t expect Steve to sit in the armchair that mirrors on the opposite end of the couch, you’re a little surprised – but also pleased – that he decides to sit on the end of the coffee table. This puts the three of you in a cozy configuration, each of them an arm’s length away, while still giving you just a little bit of space.

You look at Bucky, then at Steve, at Bucky again, then back at Steve, then down at your lap and bite your bottom lip.

Bucky says your name, soft but warm. You look back up. “Just say what you need to say.”

You shake your head and laugh. “I don’t know what I need to say, but I know what I want.”

“And?” Steve prompts you, moving just a little closer.

“This. Us?” Your heart is racing again, and you know acutely they must both hear it with their super soldier senses.

“That sounds like there’s still a question there,” Steve says.

“Only because I still have so many questions about how we do this,” you start to spill. “And I’ve never been so up front with my heart before. It’s terrifying because what I have with each of you is still so new, I know that, but the feelings are so real, and…”

“And what?” Bucky breathes, leaning forward.

“It’s like both of you have seeped into my bones, that’s how natural the connections feel. I can’t fathom walking away from either of you, and that’s scary to feel so early, too.”

The way they both move to touch you at the same moment without hesitation – Bucky reaching for your hand on the arm rest and Steve putting a hand on your knee – makes a rush of warmth flood your chest. They are in this together, and they both want you. You tilt your head slightly, a smile blooming across your face. You squeeze Bucky’s hand and put your other hand over Steve’s.

“Scary, but with the whisper of a thrill, right?” Bucky asks, matching your smile.

“Mhmm,” you hum in agreement.

“You said you have questions,” Steve starts, “and there are questions we still have, too, but we did talk over some things.”

Of course, Steve has a plan.

He continues. “When we found out we were both pursuing you that night almost two weeks ago, one of the things we came to almost immediately was that we refused to let anyone come between us. We talked out a lot of things, outlined our feelings for you there over dinner, then we finally got the check and left. The things Bucky shared about you and his relationship with you only made me care for you more.”

“And the same for me,” Bucky cut in. “I think we were both willing and unwilling to yield you to the other.”

“I could see you made Buck happy. I loved that, even though I knew you were doing the same for me, but see, I also hated it. I didn’t like that someone else was becoming so important to him because he was important to me.”

“Dumb punk has done a lot of idiotic shit for me-“

“-because he’s done the same for me since we were kids here in Brooklyn.”

They’re looking at each other as they volley back and forth in this moment, and you can’t help smiling.

Steve’s eyes turn back to you before he speaks again. “Then Bucky joked that we should just share you since it hadn’t been a problem so far.”

“Steve got really quiet at that.”

“Because I started to see that could be how my heart could have the two people I want.”

“We got back here, and he told me that’s what he wanted – both of us. Said if I felt the way he did, if we really meant it when we said we were with each other till the end of the line, there was one part of that we’d never touched. A bond as strong as ours could mean more if we let it, so we decided to let it. I kissed him.”

Your heart accelerated a little bit at that admission, and Bucky’s now smirk told you he didn’t miss that.

“We were up all night – mostly talking, but not all talking.”

“Bucky!”

You see the full blush bloom across Steve's cheeks and feel the heat in your own face.

Bucky laughs. “But we’re not going to rush with you,” he reassures you – reassures you both, it seems.

“So, it’s not two relationships with us, it’s you with us,” Steve reasserts himself in steering the conversation away from heated waters.

“That had been one of my questions,” you admit. “So, what now?”

“Well, what do you want?” Steve asks, eyes focused on you.

“All in. I don’t want to jump ahead of ourselves, but I do think for three to work, we have to surrender more up front, agree that we can’t hold parts of ourselves back, and we have to talk through all the pain points – no relationship is perfect, but they work when those involved mutually work to build a life together and care for each other.”

“Agreed.”

“Absolutely.”

“So that’s settled then.”

They’re both looking at you intently. It’s amazing, but overwhelming. You don’t question their commitment at all – to you or to each other.

“Now, what’s next?”

“Stay for dinner?” Bucky asks. “We’ll just spend the evening with each other, walk you home, go on one of Steve’s Saturday dates tomorrow?”

“Sounds just right.”

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2022 Poly Ships Fic Rec List

It's the end of the year which means it's finally time for the ML Big Bang's yearly fic rec lists! We're really excited to bring you our contributors' favourite fics started this year to supply you with plenty of reading material while you're waiting for the Big Bang fics' publication in January.

Luka/Marinette/Adrien

The World Is Brighter Than The Sun (Now That You’re Here) by @emmalylis 3,870 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

When Adrien impulsively ditches a photoshoot, his bodyguard and Nathalie are left to chase him around Paris. Luckily for Adrien, Luka and Marinette are there for him to run to.

"It's a great fic!"

school gossip by potter_freak1262 7,220 words, Teen, 3/3 chapters

Marinette, Luka and Adrien have been dating for a while. They're not out to the public yet but that can change really quickly when Lila snaps pictures of Adrien and Marinette. How will they deal with the blackmail? And how does Luka fit in all of this? rating for swearing and getting outed.

"It's great!!!"

Marinette/Alya/Adrien/Nino

i'll make myself a fool (for you) by @theriveroflight 1683 words, General, 1/1 chapter

Marinette's sick. Alya's hurting. Adrien and Nino set out to cheer them up.

"They all really care for each other in this one. It's cute, funny, and a good pick me up fic."

Adrien/Marientte/Kagami

i got this notion (sophisticated, manipulated) by noirshitsuji 620 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

Kagami is greedy. There's nothing else going on here.

"Such a wonderful study in Kagami's character and her motivations and how those actually present to her as a character and overall just. 10/10"

NSFW works

Luka/Marinette/Adrien

Midnight Snacks by @inkmousey 3,032 words, Explicit, 1/1 chapter

So maybe she should’ve eaten something when they said. Maybe she had been a bit distracted. She didn’t mean it… she didn’t… She just…. She was busy! Well, Luka and Adrien will just have to punish her for that, won’t they?

"Lukadrinette- awesomeness!!!"

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[durandal-1707]

Take a shot every time I use 'the' in this fic. Durandal and Security Officer gay story; 1683 words, explicit.

Save me funny AI. Funny AI save me.

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[writinghalstead]

Boy trouble

A halstead!sister oneshot

Summary: Y/N smuggles a boy into her and her brothers’ apartment while both Jay and Will are at work. Unfortunately, it doesn’t go as well as she had hoped.

Warnings: Light swearings

Word count: 1683

I am currently working on some requests that were sent in. Feel free to send me a message if you would like me to write something!

Enjoy! :)

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‘Wait here,’ Y/N said as she unlocked the door to her apartment and slipped in. All she had to do was to make sure neither Will or Jay were home. Both of them were supposed to be at work, but on some occasions they got home earlier than expected.

‘I’m home!’ the girl yelled as she took a few steps into the living room. She let out a sigh of relief when she was met with the comforting sound of silence. This meant that her plan could go on. Y/N walked back to the door and was met with a pair of beautiful brown eyes that belonged to no other than Marcel.

Marcel was a boy she met at Spanish class and, well, things escalated quickly between them. It wasn’t like they were in a relationship, nor were they friends. Let’s just say that it was complicated. Not that it bothered Y/N. Marcel was a very handsome boy and she considered herself lucky that she could lay her hands on him.

‘Is it safe?’ the brunette boy asked to which Y/N nodded.                                       ‘Come in quickly. I don’t want my neighbours to see you.’ Marcel nodded and did as he was told.

The thing is: Y/N didn’t want her brothers to find about her and Marcel. She was only sixteen and her brothers would never approve of her being in a sexual relationship. She didn’t want to think of the trouble she would get in if they found out about her and Marcel.

She put these thoughts to the back of her mind very quickly as Marcel pushed her against the wall and crashed his lips onto hers. Her hands automatically found their way to the back of his head to tuck at his hair, to which the brunette boy pushed his body against hers. Y/N’s hands found their way under his shirt, feeling his muscles tense under her touch.

Marcel put his hands on her waist and pulled her even closer to him. ‘Jump,’ he said in between kisses. Y/N did as she was told an jumped on top of him, putting her legs around his waist. The boy carried her towards her bedroom, a trail he was all too familiar with, without breaking the kiss. As soon as he reached her bed he carefully laid her down and hovered over her.

‘You’re so damn beautiful, Y/N’ he said as he eyed her up and down. The girl blushed slightly as she bit her lip, looking into his brown orbs.

‘Come here, you,’ she said as she pulled him closer and started kissing him again. After a couple of minutes, she managed to strip him until he was only wearing his boxershorts and she was only wearing her jeans.

Before they could proceed with the deed, they were alarmed by the sound of the front door being unlocked. Both teenagers shot up from the position they were in and looked at each other in consternation as they heard the front door being shut.

‘Get dressed, quick!’ Y/N hissed at Marcel as she pushed him off of her.

‘Y/N, I’m home!’ the voice of her eldest brother alarmed her. He couldn’t find out about her and Marcel. She didn’t even want to think about the trouble she would be in if he did. Will repeated her name as Y/N and Marcel tried to get dressed as quickly as possible.

The girl panicked as she heard footsteps nearing her door.                                   ‘Shit,’ she mumbled.

‘Y/N? Are you in there?’

‘Yes, wait a second, I’m coming!’ Y/N ushered Marcel towards her closet while he was still fidgeting with his shirt.

‘What are you doing in there? What is that noise?’ Will said in suspicion. Y/N put on her shirt as well and helped Marcel to get into his clothes.

‘Erm, nothing! Hold on!’ she had to hurry. Will couldn’t find out. Not like this. He would kill her. After a couple of seconds, her eldest brother grew impatient and curiosity got the best of him. ‘That’s it, I’m coming in.’

‘No!’ Y/N yelled, but she was too late. Will stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw the boy who was being pushed in the closet by no other than his sister. Marcel quickly straightened his shirt and tried to remodel his hair while trying to avoid eye-contact with the man standing in front of him.

‘What is this?!’ Y/N looked at the ground, afraid to look at her disappointed and, most likely furious brother in the eyes. ‘Y/N, look at me.’ Will said again as he took a step closer to her.

The girl started fidgeting with her fingers, a habit Will knew all too well she had when she was nervous. She carefully looked up, still avoiding eye contact. ‘Look at me!’ his voice thundered through the room, making both Y/N and Marcel jump in their places. Will’s sister took a deep breath and finally looked him in the eyes. ‘Who is this?’ her brother said, now a bit calmer.

‘I-I should probably get going..’ Marcel stumbled and tried to walk towards the door of the bedroom, only to be stopped by Will who put a heavy hand on his shoulder. ‘You’re not going anywhere.’

‘Will, please, let him go. I promise you I’ll tell you everything.’ Y/N pleaded, looking at Marcel with guilt in her eyes. Will sighed as he released his grip on the boy. ‘Get out. I don’t ever want to see you here again, understood?’ Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. She had never seen her brother this angry before. It scared her. If Will reacted like this.. She didn’t even want to know what Jay’s going to do when he finds out.

Marcel nodded his head and quickly left the apartment, knowing that he would never step a foot in there ever again.

‘I’m going to call Jay. You, get your ass down the living room and wait there.’ The girl sighed again as she looked down in shame. ‘Will, I-‘

Will cut her off quickly and grabbed his phone from his pocket. ‘I don’t want to hear it. Go to the living room and wait there.’

His sister did as she was told and quickly made her way over to the living room, thinking about all the ways that her brothers could kill her.

After sitting on the couch in an awkward silence, both siblings were met with the familiar sound of Jay’s footsteps entering the apartment. Oh God, here it comes, Y/N thought as she looked at her angry brother who tossed his keys onto the table and stopped next to the chair that Will was sitting on. Y/N waited for one of them to burst out, but nothing happened. They both just looked at her in silence, anger washing over their faces as they waited for her to say something.

‘Guys, I’m so-‘

‘What the hell were you thinking, Y/N?!’ Jay yelled as he crossed his arms. ‘Sneaking a guy into our house. I never thought you would sink so low.’

‘Jay, I’m sorry,’ Y/N spoke softly, feeling ashamed of her actions.

‘Who is he?’ Will asked in a much calmer voice. ‘His name is Marcel.’ His sister said. ‘He goes to my school.’

Jay sat on the edge of the couch and Y/N swore that he was looking right into her soul. She didn’t dare break eye-contact with him. ‘Is he your boyfriend?’

The girl shook her head, looking down and feeling even more ashamed.

‘So he’s just a fuckbuddy?!’ Y/N felt tears filling up her eyes as she heard Will yell these words at her. It sounded even worse coming from her brothers mouth. ‘I can’t believe you. I thought we raised you well, Y/N!’

‘I’m s-sorry,’ the girl stuttered, tears now running down her cheeks. ‘I don’t know what I was thinking, I knew that it was wrong, but I just.. I didn’t want to end things between us.’

‘What was there to end between the two of you?  You two weren’t even a thing!’ Jay crossed his arms over his chest as he sighed heavily. ‘Did he force you to do this?’ His sister shook her head.

‘We’re so disappointed in you, Y/N.’ Will looked down at his sister with disapproval as she took shaky breaths, trying to stop herself from crying. ‘Your phone is mine for the next couple of weeks and I want you to stay with either me or Jay until we can trust you again.’

‘What?’ the girl quickly wiped her tears as she looked at her older brother in disbelief. ‘I am not a child anymore, Will, I can stay home by myself.’

‘Clearly you can’t. Otherwise you wouldn’t have snuck a boy into your room for God knows how many times.’ Her other brother stood up from his seat and put out his hand for her to put her phone in. ‘You will be either at the district or at med when you’re done with school. And no you cannot take your phone to school.’ He quickly added when Y/N opened her mouth to say something.

Tears started running down the girl’s cheeks. She knew she would be in trouble. She would have thought of her getting grounded but not being allowed to stay home alone? That was next level. She handed her phone over to Jay and stood up, ready to go to her bedroom and cry alone.

‘Please learn that your actions have consequences, Y/N.’ Will said as he got up and walked behind her. ‘I know that you have the age to get sexually active but please, don’t do it with some random people you find attractive. You don’t want to know the kind of trouble they’ll get you in.’

His sister nodded as a throbby sob left her mouth. ‘I am so sorry Will. I never wanted to disappoint you.’ Her eldest brother sighed as he opened up his arms for her, in which she happily threw herself into. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, Y/N.’

#Halstead #halstead sister #Halstead brothers #jay halstead #will halstead #Detective Halstead #halstead!sister #Chicago PD #chicagopd #chicago med #One Chicago #one chicago imagine #one chicago fanfiction #one chicago oc #one Chicago fic #one chicago masterlist #nick gehlfuss #Jesse Lee Soffer

[06wastherealsa3allalong]

Summary: Infinite, clinging on to his memory of a red wolf who captivated him, has been working to find him since he awoke from being trapped in the Phantom Ruby. But one thing threatens to get in his way: the Metal Virus.

Word Count: 1683

A secret santa fic for @dreaminginmysoup! :D

#sonic #sonic fanfiction #sonic the hedgehog #infinite the jackal #gadget the wolf #infidget

[blackyote]

2023 Fic Summary

I've seen the art summary going around, and since I love end of the year roundups, I thought I'd do one for my fics...especially once I realized I actually wrote enough to have at least one fic for every month this year! Insane behavior.

January: cool beats to be gay to (gustholomule | 1502 words)

February: Casual (gustholomule | 2110 words)

March: we never say i love you (i love you) (gustholomule | 4216 words)

April: Friends With Kissing Benefits (gustholomule | 4059 words)

May: you're something courageous, amazing, contagious (gustholomule | 1683 words)

June: Caught Pink Handed (gustholomule | 1391 words)

July: Satellite Pictures (gustholomule | 2995 words)

August: one of us is surely gone (gustholomule | 1815 words)

September: Jericho (gustholomule | 14077 words)

October: Sweet Dreams (zosan | 1078 words)

November: Nothing Happened (zosan | 3127 words)

December: what can i do (to get me to you) (zosan | 5417 words)

You might notice a theme...

#my writing

[generic-whumperz]

The Aid: Chapter 2- Belligerence

TW: BLOOD, bone break, gore, hurt/no comfort, knocked unconscious, male whumpee, male whumper, alcoholism, drunk whumper, creepy/overall bastard-ass whumper, captivity/enslavement, starvation, basement, collar and chain, knife, non-lethal stabbing, thoughts of accidental murder, non-con clothing ripping (non-sexual), talk of organ removal, literally TW’ing everything I can think of but if I forgot something let me know.

Word Count: 1683

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Wyatt Sullivan smiled and laughed triumphantly, spearing the rest of the knife all the way through The Aid’s shoulder until it butted against the cement flooring. The Aid’s body convulsed from the sharp, hot, searing pain bolting from the stab wound; blood rhythmically gushed out with each palpitation of his heart.

His weeks’ old tattered shirt was evermore stained with a fresh shade of crimson as he lay in an expanding pool of his own blood.

“That’s it, pup, let it out,” Sullivan encouraged, moving his hand down from The Aid’s jaw to his neck, right above the collar.

He squeezed lightly, not enough to cut off his airflow, but just enough for him to feel a light constraint. Sullivan would leave his hand like this, posed in insidious conquest, fingers placed on The Aid’s pulse and just feel him tremble and writhe beneath him. Something about The Aid’s rapidly pounding heartbeat excited him, reminded him of a small prey animal you could hold in your hand and crush if you so chose to.

“So, how will you repay me, you ugly little mutt?” Sullivan finally said after marinating in The Aid’s shrill sobbing for a couple of minutes.

“How- however- you- want s-sir,” The Aid croaked between blubbering cries, hoping to placate his Keeper.

“I-I need money, Mutt; I need my fucking car. How are you gonna help me get either of those things?” Sullivan asked, voice choleric and threaded with gall.

The Aid gulped helplessly through labored breaths.

“I-I could sell you…,” Sullivan whispered, more to himself than to The Aid. The Aid’s eye widened, not in fear, but in hope.

An end to this hell?

Sullivan’s brow quickly furrowed. “Parts of you, I mean,” he sneered, quick to snuff out any notions of his servant escaping to a happier life. “No one would buy you in-in this state…but, but I bet I could get a pretty penny for what’s inside though.”

He adjusted his grip on the knife's hilt and yanked it out of The Aid’s flesh with a wet slicing sound; the auditory effect was hard to ignore. The Aid squealed and thrashed again- fueled by nothing but a fleeting zap of adrenaline- this time freeing his left arm, which instinctively shot up and clutched his pierced shoulder. His shaky hand was immediately drenched in warm, sticky blood as he tried to apply pressure to the wound to help stop the bleeding, but without the knife plugging up the gash, a steady gush of sanguine leaked from The Aid’s upper half.

He felt like a stuck, bleeding animal in a slaughterhouse.         

Sullivan wiped the blood off the knife on The Aid’s shirt before cutting the fabric down the middle of his chest and lightly trailing the knife’s tip down his sternum, paying no mind to his blood loss.

“You do have two kidneys, and well, ya only really need one.” Sullivan took a thoughtful moment to consider his options. He sat up, removed his hand from The Aid’s throat, continued the rip down to the bottom of his now useless shirt, leaving him completely bare-chested, and felt around his concaved abdomen.

“Gah, fa-fuck, where da hell are tha kidneys ’nyway?”

“S-sir-” The Aid pleaded wearily, fighting his feeling of lightheadedness, a fight he was slowly losing.

“No, ya dumb little bastard, I-I’m not gonna carve ya up right here an’ now!” Sullivan protested defensively. He glided the knife down to The Aid’s exposed, bruised belly and circled his navel.

He smiled devilishly.

“But I-I will be takin’ one’uf ya’er kidneys ta‘marrow.”

The Aid whined before turning his head to the side, facing away from his tormenter. His eyelids grew heavy, and he was getting sleepy. Well, he was always sleepy; the pernicious side effects of starvation, untended injury, and illness would render anybody in a perpetual state of fatigue. But now, he was losing a substantial amount of blood while in an already anemic state. His blurred vision further weakened and now blackened at the edges. His limbs were tingling; they began tingling some time ago, but the sensation grew more intense, and he felt as if the static stuck in his hands and feet was slowly creeping up into his arms and legs.

He felt his pulse thrum in his throat and follow his breath, wavering between fast, hiccupy inhales and slowed, wheezy exhales. His blood felt as if it were being pumped in the opposite direction while the rushing sound of something akin to a waterfall engulfed his ears, blocking out all other sounds around him. His body was weak, indubitably succumbing to the litany of traumas that wracked him.

He had been forced to play a dangerous game of ding dong ditch on death’s door; was death finally standing on the other side, looking through the peephole and waiting to catch him in the act?

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, HEY!” Sullivan screeched, watching The Aid’s eyes roll to the back of his head. In an act of desperation, Sullivan struck him across the face in an effort to drag him back to consciousness. The Aid all but croaked weakly in response before drifting off into a dreamless abyss as his head drooped to the side. Sullivan pounded his chest, doing nothing but further aggravating his broken rib, yet he continued to hit and scream at the beaten and bloodied servant underneath him, hoping that his eyes would shoot open at any moment. 

To his dismay, they didn’t. . .

Fuck.

Did he do it? Did he finally kill him?

His desperate fingers felt for a pulse in The Aid’s neck. . . there it was, weak and sporadic, but a pulse, nonetheless.

He felt a small layer of tension release; sighing, he surveyed the knife wound- then, he noticed the small trailing stream of blood branching off from the puddle of dark liquid The Aid lay in, a pool that had grown a considerable size and now stained his pant legs.

He put the knife down and, with two hands, grabbed The Aid’s shoulders, pulling him forward to sit his slack body upright. Carrying the momentum, his spine hunched forwards, the only thing stopping him from doubling over was Sullivan’s chest that his head rested against. Red still poured out his shoulder gash in the same sporadic pulse that matched his irregular heartbeats.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Sullivan exhaled, more annoyed than anything. It wasn’t that he was a stranger to beating The Aid unconscious and leaving him down here, but this time he was spewing out blood like a nicked water line. He considered getting up and going, abandoning The Aid to a sure death. . .

What would his life look like without him?

It was not that he valued the servant’s life or cared for him in any capacity, surely, but he concluded that he wouldn’t want to deal with his rotting, stinking corpse if he were to expire down here. 

Would The Aid haunt him? Reclaim this house for his own? 

Sullivan didn’t want to deal with expelling a possible poltergeist, so he mentally settled on trying to stop the bleeding and bandaging him up the best he could, hoping that would be enough. He didn’t have the money to take him to the clinic, he let his chattel insurance lapse, and his servant was well past his 90-day health guarantee- over half a decade past. Hell, he didn’t even have health insurance for himself. 

Perks of being an American; God bless. 

If he died… he fucking died, but not if Sullivan could help it.

'Gotta get Mutt upstairs. . . compress. . . stop, stop bleeding. . . get a sewing kit, stitch ‘em up. . . gauze, get the gauze and that wrap. . . wrap ‘em up. . . put ‘em in the spare room. . . nah, he won’t run. . . he couldn’t get far. . . no one would want ‘em. . . no one would want this ugly, stinkin’ little mutt. . .'

He palmed at his side belt loop in search of his carabiner key ring; finding it, he singled out a small key that he brought to The Aid’s collar padlock, then with a single twist, the collar and chain dropped to the floor. Sullivan reclipped his keys to his belt loop as he dismounted The Aid; a hand held him upright so he could crouch down and scoop him up, hoisting his enervated body in his arms to carry him bridal-style.

Quite some time had passed since he last carried The Aid, but he was noticeably lighter, at least by 10 pounds. He couldn’t be more than 125 pounds soaking wet; that was light, even for his slight 5’6” frame.

He was immediately met with a head rush from standing too quickly- that, and he was still drunk. He had to take a moment to brace himself and the added weight in his arms. He wavered momentarily, dragging a foot out in front to regain his balance as the blood and alcohol and gravity had to reacquaint themselves.

With staggering baby steps, he passed the stairwell base and continued climbing to the ground floor. Now at two-thirds of the way to the top, his stomach growled and violently churned, causing him to burp a deep-bellied belch that tasted of beer and Chex-Mix, with a hint of salted sunflower seeds.

He leaned forward, feeling his gut flip over on itself and expel bile that hit the back of his throat. He puffed his cheeks out, tightly clenching his mouth shut, and shook his head in an attempt to will himself not to vomit.

Dizzy. So dizzy.

It all caught up with him in an instant.

His foot slipped on the next step. 

He felt a pull backward. 

He dropped The Aid.

He threw his arms out- reaching, grabbing, clutching nothing but air.

His body tumbled over and over on itself, the edges of each stair nipped at him, until finally, with his body’s full momentum, his skull violently collided with the basement floor.

Crack.

More blood was spilled that night.

Sullivan joined The Aid in a night of restless slumber. 

He would have more than a broken car to deal with come morning.

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#whumpblr #whump #whump writing #whump blog #The Aid #GenericWritez #Wyatt Sullivan #creepy whumper #sadistic whumper #tw creepy whumper #tw sadism #tw blo0d #tw stabbing #tw stab wound #tw stab mention #basement whump #creepy basement #tw near death #tw blood loss #blood loss #tw talk of organ removal #tw death threats #tw alchoholism #alcoholic whumper #drunk whumper #tw captivity #captivity whump #collar and chain #tw collar #tw g0re

[blog-name-idk]

Everything Falls (Into Place) | 03

**Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 1683

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"I still can't believe the whole situation," Mina said in awe as you finished packing the scant belongings you had taken to her place. You would be collecting the rest of your things from your old apartment later that day, and Namjoon and Jin had kindly volunteered to go with you.

"I kind of still don't believe it either," you admitted with a laugh. "It seems like an intro to a bad porno but they're nice guys. And my brother would never even have mentioned them if he didn't also think they were good people."

"That's true, Jackson is a good judge of character," Mina agreed dreamily, before hastily adding, "and so are you!" You snorted and rolled your eyes.

"Mina. You like my brother. That's okay. I've told you this before. I legitimately don't care "

"No I don't!" She protested shrilly, turning bright red. "A-and even if I did, that would be against girl code!"

You sighed and put down your bag, and put your hands on her shoulders.

"Mina. My dude. I will only say this one more time. Go for it. Nothing would make me happier than having the two people I love most in the world make each other happy too."

"R-really?" She asked, eyes suddenly watery, and you smiled reassuringly at her before you grabbed your bag again.

"Really," you confirmed, opening the door to leave. "Besides, he thinks you're hot," you added nonchalantly before stepping outside. As the door closed behind you, you heard a shriek.

"Wait, what?"

~~~~~

"Hey, thanks for coming. I really appreciate this," you said gratefully as Jin pulled into the parking lot of your old apartment. He and Namjoon smiled at you before you all made to leave the car.

"No problem, roomie," Namjoon said with his horribly cute dimpled smile.

"Help me with dinner sometimes and we're even," Jin added, eyes twinkling.

"Done," you agreed with a laugh as you climbed the stairs to your unit. You cautiously unlocked the door and peered inside, and sighed in disappointment when you saw your roommate was home.

"Geez, took you long enough, you done with drama now?" You felt your eye twitch as she began spewing her bullshit before you could even step fully into the apartment.

"Not quite, actually," you replied evenly as Jin and Namjoon followed you inside with empty boxes. You watched her jaw drop as she drank in the sight of the two glorious men behind you, and a petty part of you wanted to stick out your tongue and waggle your fingers at her. Yeah, keep my ex, you asshole.

"My room's this way, guys," you said instead, regretfully letting the adult in you win out. It took less than an hour to shove your clothes, textbooks, and other knick knacks into the boxes you had brought, even with Namjoon relegated to standing in the corner after he accidentally broke one of your figurines. After taking everything to Jin's car you gave the room one final once over to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything.

"Are you sure you're fine leaving this?" Asked Namjoon, gesturing to the bed he and Jin were sitting on. You grimaced.

"Considering I have no idea how many times my roommate and ex fucked on that mattress, definitely not. And the desk was cheap, too much hassle."

Namjoon blanched at your reply, and he and Jin both quickly stood up with grossed out facial expressions. Before he could say anything else, an unwelcome guest appeared in your doorway.

"[Y/n]!" You almost facepalmed at your ex's dramatic entrance, complete with a cliche-ass bouquet of red roses. "I can explain!"

"No thank you," you said coldly, crossing your arms. "You're blocking the door."

"Please! You can't just throw away all our time together! I-I love you!" You just stared at him for a moment, complete nonplussed. Really? His thought this was the appropriate time to drop the L bomb? And that it would work? What exactly had you seen in this dumbass again? Instead of winning you back, he had instead successfully dissipated any remaining feelings you had for him. They were instead replaced by irritation and even a bit of amusement as you heard a muffled snort that had to have come from one of the guys behind you.

"I'm good, actually," you just barely managed not to laugh at how ridiculous this scene must look to Jin and Namjoon, who were conveniently hidden from view by your bedroom door. Some of your good humor must have still peeked through, however, and he took it as an invitation to step forward.

"Let me prove it to you," he insisted, reaching for you, and you recoiled in disgust.

"Hey babe, this guy bothering you?"

Apparently the change in your expression had been enough for the boys to realize it was time to step in, and Jin appeared next to you, casually draping an arm over your shoulder.

"What the fuck?" Your ex gasped, staring up at the very broad, tall, sexy man looming over him.

"Thanks for showing me that I deserve better than someone who disrespects me," you said sweetly, before turning to gaze up at Jin adoringly. The cocky smirk he was aiming at your gobsmacked ex made your brain to mouth filter temporarily malfunction.

"I deserve someone who disrespects me and has a huge dick."

You had to give credit to Jin's acting skills, as his only reaction was to smirk wider. You did notice that his ears had gone bright red, which was absolutely adorable.

Namjoon did not share the same acting chops, however, and gave away his presence by choking at your bold declaration.

"Two huge dicks, even," you said nonchalantly, doubling down and pushing the door further open to reveal Namjoon looking like a deer in the headlights. Your ex's eyes widened further and you took advantage of his shock to push past him.

"Now excuse us, we have to go. So many dicks, so little time. I'm sure you of all people understand. Let's go, boys."

Jin and Namjoon, both resembling strawberries at this point, meekly followed you as you marched out of the apartment. You said nothing as you tossed your old keys to your speechless roommate, worried that if you opened your mouth you would burst out laughing. You manage to get into the backseat before you let the dam break, and the boys weren't far after you.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," you choked out, trying to catch your breath. You were releasing unattractive snorts through your nose, but you were too full of mirth to care.

"I can't believe you said all that," Namjoon gasped from the passenger's seat, still bright red, before succumbing to boisterous laughter.

"His face," Jin wheezed with squeaky giggles. You felt your heart swell with affection for these two men you had just met.

"Guys, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."

~~~~~

To celebrate your first night at the house, Jin had made dinner. And, it being a celebration, it was accompanied by copious amounts of wine "because we're being fancy" - Jimin's words.

"What the fuck," you groaned as you took a bite, the wine you had already imbibed loosening your tongue. "What is wrong with you?"

"Excuse me?" Asked Jin, mildly offended.

"There's no way you can be handsome, nice, funny, and an amazing cook. It's just not fair," you ranted before diving back into your meal. You were so focused on the delicious flavors assaulting your tongue that you missed the way the redness sped up his ears straight to the rest of his face.

"[Y/n], aren't I handsome too?" Jimin pouted at you and you snickered, marveling at how comfortable you already felt with everyone.

"Obviously," you scoffed, and he beamed.

"Honestly, you guys are like, the best looking people I've ever seen. Including girls."

Your unabashed honesty was met with mixed reactions. Yoongi just ignored everyone and took a large gulp of wine. Jimin and Tae waggled their eyebrows at you. Hobi, Jungkook, and Jin tried to hide their blushes by shoving food into their mouths. Namjoon silently prayed for deliverance from the vengeful god bearing your brother's face.

"Actually, that reminds me," you declared, steeling yourself before inevitable embarrassment. "I just want to put out there that there will be no sexual activity between myself and any member of this house."

Several of the boys began choking on either food or wine, and they all openly stared at you as you gazed determinedly at your plate, cheeks bright pink. It was borderline humiliating to be saying this so openly, but you felt that this was the best time to set boundaries - when you were buzzed enough to be blunt, but sober enough not to make a complete idiot out of yourself. Well, you did tend to manage to do that without alcohol, but still.

"I know it's unlikely anyone is or would even want to or consider it," you added quickly, suddenly insecure and realizing it was extremely presumptuous to even assume you might be in the same league as these guys. "I just wanted to get that out there just in case. Uh… sorry for making this awkward " you finished lamely, still staring at your food and determinedly not meeting the eyes of any of your new roommates.

"You're good," Namjoon assured you gently. "Honestly you're probably right. We've never lived with a girl before, so I think it's smart to address any potential complications." You looked up at him and felt reassured by his sincere smile.

"Plus," he added, clearly trying to lighten the mood. "Your brother scares the shit out of me."

You nodded sagely, knowing how overprotective he could be, but Jungkook looked unconvinced.

"Jackson-hyung? But he's so nice," he said, throwing a skeptical look at Namjoon.

"So's Hobi," Yoongi pointed out, and Jungkook shut up. You raised your eyebrows, glancing at the man in question, who was currently engaged making silly faces with Taehyung. Well, it was always the ones you'd least expect.

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