#I don't know if that's true but it's mark so I wouldn't be surprised at all

[tarjapearce]

Strawberry Jam (Pt.2) +18

DadBestfriendAu!Miguel x fem!Reader

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SMUT, Breeding kink, Body Marking, Rough sex, mentions of Exhibitionism, fluff, daily situations.

Pt. 3

Ever since your dad knew about you and Miguel, things at home were tense for a while. You always had to meet up Miguel either at his home or he picked you up.

At first, your dad gave you both the silent treatment, but seeing Miguel trying to be a good man for you, chipped away the anger. He never stayed during the nights and always visited you during the 'appropriate' mingling hours.

He always got you flowers at every chance he got, and always respected your boundaries. And then, you met Gabriela. The child was sweet and polite, yet sharp and quite the observer.

At first, your relationship with her consisted in her making questions, such as "You like my dad alot?" "What do you like the most about him?" and a bold one "Dad knows when someone is for the money. But so far you seem cool enough."

Gabriela was smart, perceptive and of course a daddy's little girl. You were worried that things with her wouldn't work out. Something you had told Miguel, once you reached the three month dating milestone.

Despite the stress, one of the biggest achievements in your life approached, your college graduation. Two more months to go and you'd be free from college.

Miguel had taken you to a new, lovely and expensive looking restaurant to have a private celebration, previous to your graduation. Miguel had asked you about Gabriela, and how the kid secretly admitted to him that, ever since you got into his life, he seemed more at ease, more of a cool dad. Happier even.

Some people around you stared as you both kissed. Of course you were aware of the snide comments done around you whenever you were with Miguel. Mostly accusing you for being a gold digger, or being manipulative enough to make Miguel your personal sugar daddy.

But to Miguel, you were none of that. And he made sure to always remind you what you meant for him.

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With the graduation around the corner, two days actually, your dad finally just accepted the fact you were dating his best friend. Still he was squeamish about you being alone with Miguel while he was gone out of business, but so far he had kept his promise to not knock you up, despite Miguel's discontent.

"So... whatcha gonna do once you've graduated, cupcake?" He ate his dinner as he sat across you. It was just the two of you.

"Well, my career coordinator landed me a spot in Alchemax."

"Oh really? Where?"

"In the Informatics department, as Dr. Bushman's assistant."

"Does Miguel know?"

"Not yet. I wanna surprise him."

"Hm."

Your dad sighed and looked at you, with an unreadable expression on his face.

"You really like Miguel, sweetie?"

"Of course. I mean... He's the best man I could ever had asked for. He knows what he wants, and so do I."

"I'm just a bit concerned on how you'd manage to... be a mother to Gabriela at such young age"

"I know it's gonna be hard, and that she might get some time to get used to it as well, but, I told her that I wanna be someone she can trust, besides Miguel, someone she can come home to and just tell her how much an amazing kid she is, because it's true." You sighed and looked at him.

"I had none of that growing up, because of mom's doings. And if it wasn't for you, sometimes I wonder what kind of person I would've turned out. But... that's why I've decided to break the cycle and be that figure to Gabriela. She's just... so sweet dad. And Imma do my best. For her, and for Miguel."

"Would you marry Miguel?"

The question sending a bright flush on your cheeks.

"W-We haven't spoken about that. I mean, we've been only dating for five months now."

"Still, would you?"

"I would, yeah. He's too much of a good man to just let someone else that wouldn't treat him the way he deserves, get him, ya know?"

"You love him?"

"Yes. And I don't know if it's wrong to feel such intensity in such little time. Just hope he feels that way too."

"Ah, cupcake. Miguel doesn't let anyone into his life so easily. It took me almost two years for him to get to trust me. And look at you. You're already having play dates with his daughter, and doing great with him, he's really attentive and wants the best for you as well. If that ain't love, I don't know what is it."

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Graduation was over, the celebration with your dad, Miguel and Gabriela was a success, and soon, you were back with your dad at home. Your dad went to sleep and soon you changed into more comfortable clothes

The doorbell rang half hour later, you went to pick up, and to surprise you saw Miguel.

"Hey, come in." He kissed you in the process and soon, gave you a bouquet of roses.

"Thank you, they're beautiful"

"Congratulations, princesa. Where's your dad?"

"Sleeping. He was exhausted."

"What about you?"

"Hm?"

"Are you tired?"

"A bit. But if you wanna go for a walk, I don't mind. Just let me get my sneakers on."

You went to your room, and grabbed a pair of sneakers. You were lacing them, and the door behind you closed, the lock clicking. Big and strong arms picked you up and made you straddle his hips.

"My dad's sleeping!" You mumbled between gritted teeth

"Even better."

"You're such a perv." You kissed him as his hands removed your shirt and smirked upon finding bare breasts.

"Me? You're not wearing a bra, cariño." his mouth grazing your neck as his hands held you in place.

"Never liked them anyways." Your giggles were replaced by a soft moan as his fangs nipped at your sensitive skin. His fingers hooked in the hem of your shorts and panties to slid them out your legs, leaving you bare before him. The socks and sneakers were the only thing that dressed you up.

In all reality was that despite your dad's initial rejection to your relationship, that didn't stop Miguel to have his fun with you in other places in your home, before cleaning of course.

You had gone from the kitchen, to the porch, the thrill of of your neighbors catching you was borderline maddening.

Miguel had a thing for exhibitionism. And so you had discovered once you were fucking in the attic's window. In his car in the middle of a parking lot? check, your garage? Done. Had to wash the front of your dad's car since your silhouette was engraved on it. Shower? twice already. Stairs? of course.

You wore a dress and that was enough for him to take you in the spot.

"Now that I think about it, your room is the only place where we haven't had fun." He twirled you around and positioned in all your fours on the bed. The smoothness of your skin, displayed before him. Puffed labia waiting for his ministrations.

"Ass up, face down." He commanded as you flattened your chest down on the plush bed, obeying at his words.

His hands took yours as he made them grab your ankles. Spreading your soft flesh for him even further. He groaned at the sight as he licked his lips.

He removed his clothes, and kneeled behind you.

"Where was the last time?" His mouth pressed soft kisses in your inner thighs, and then he moved to your nub of nerves. Your body tensed at the feeling of his wet tongue dribbling up and down your slit.

"T-The living room" you spoke in between tiny, shaky whines, his tongue flickering with speed on your clit, you trembled and bit your lip to drown a shaky moan. The suckling and kissing noises sent chills down your spine.

He hummed and released your flesh with a small pop

"Oh, right. Had your dad sitting where you rode my face..." You groaned as the grip on your ankles faltered, his thumb rubbed in slow motions the already sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Where you rode me" He nearly whimpered as the memory replayed in his mind. He sunk his face once more in between your folds, holding your hips in place, eating his food with such delight it made your toes to curl in.

"Dios, te veías tan preciosa montándome." (You looked so gorgeous riding me)

He growled and slapped your rear, that only jiggled and flushed softly in response.

"Bouncing over and over, tryin'to make me cum inside this tight little pussy..."

Your hips bucked by instinct at his words, Your folds glistened both in arousal and his spit. You were turned around and got your knees bend up to your shoulders, folding you into a mating press position. His wide shoulders flexed as his hands maneuvered yours to hold yourself in place.

"You trying getting knocked up, hmm?"

"Y-Yes" You hissed in between soft pants.

"Oh..." Your heart and pussy throbbed at his expression. Goosebumps making your  skin crawl, you could swear from the light that his eyes glinted red, his breath hitched. As if waiting for so long for you to say such words. And now that you had granted him permission, there was nothing holding him back.

God, What had you done?

A flicker of fear crossed your features as he smirked. His fangs in full display for you. He guided his tip and stroked it against your folds to then sink himself in you. He shuddered at the warmth and tightness welcoming him.

"Fuck" he groaned and looked at your face as he entered you, you choked a sob.

"Let's make a mami out of you" His words slurred an octave lower. He groaned and his hips smacked yours.

You gasped and he covered your mouth with a single hand.

"But you gotta be quiet, princesa. We don't wanna wake up your daddy when we're making a baby here." His hips rammed yours and your eyes went shut, inhaling sharply against his mouth. He remained deep buried, unmoving, relishing the heat your cunt provided.

His weight crushed your body, keeping your legs folded as he hovered over your face. His other hand craddled you, and his hips rolled again, earning a shaky whimper from you. He was going slow on purpose, a pace you weren't used to.

You could feel every inch digging inside you, stretching your flesh and poking at your cervix.

"Te vas a ver tan chula" (You're going to look so beautiful)

He breathed as he nibbled the skin of your neck, grazing his fangs, to then bit. you could only groan and sob into his hand.

"Round and swell with my kid growing inside you" His whole body kept you folded, as he slowly fucked its way into you. He refused to give in as you rocked your hips against his, urging him into a faster pace.

He was low and steady, mumbling how well you were taking him, how he couldn't wait to milk your breast once you got pregnant, and how pretty you'd look in his big shirts, belly popping out all while he kept fucking you in a torturous slow pace.

He kept cooing and mumbling things in spanish that you didn't understand, but his cock kissing your womb over and over, grazing sweetly at your spot, made your toes curled in.

"You cumming mi amor?" You nodded weakly as he pressed tighter on your mouth, your breath hitched and your body went taut.

"Esoo" (That's it) He kissed your temple and removed his hand, you gasped for air, panting and heaving as your insides trapped him.

"P... Please" you whimpered and looked at him as he repositioned himself above you. Both his hands held you now in place, giving him more access into you.

"Please what?" he gave a condescending smirk your way as he hoisted his hips upwards, without leaving you completely

"H-Harder" you croaked and he let his whole weight to fall on the firm and deep thrust. Your jaw clenched as he stretched impossibly deeper inside. Tears pooled at the corner of your eyes and he lifted his hips once more, air knocking out of your throat

"Sweet girl wants me to fuck her harder?"

You nodded dumbly, his tip stretching your entrance.

"Please!" you begged with a mewl. Mouth went slack open as he rammed his hips. Your breast bounced in between your hoisted thighs as you shook with every thrust his body mustered. He wasn't holding back. The room was filled with the sounds of his growlings, your mattress creaking under your weight, menacing to cave in the sturdy wooden frame and the constant slapping of flesh.

All you could hear was a

Slap a pause slap slap slap slap

Tears rolled down your cheeks as pleasure screwed up your judgement. Your mouth opened, ready to voice out your pleasure, but a hand on your neck prevented you from doing such nonsense. Fire licked at your skin

Your folds received him with a squelching suck each time he ventured deeper. It felt like you were made specially for him. So ever hot and tight no matter how much his cock stretched you, over and over.

"You're being too noisy, mi amor." He squeezed and you gasped. Air slowly leaving your lungs as he fucked the daylights out of you, just the way you were used to. This time however, you weren't on contraceptives anymore. And that fact alone was dangerously thrilling for him.

You didn't know what made you hotter, the fact you were actually trying in making a baby with Miguel while your dad slept, and he was making everything for you to be loud, or the way he always seemed to ravage you in hopes to get you pregnant.

But dizziness took over and your nails clawed at his squeezing hand as he came first with a deep growl, spurting all his seed deep in you. Hot and flooding your insides. Your muscles spasming only welcomed his cum deeper, your eyes rolled back.

"You'll be such a good mommy for me." He panted and let your neck go, his mouth kissed softly at your marked skin. Red handprint glowed on your flesh as you wheezed and panted for air,

His eyes softened at your blissful blown face, to then pepper you with kisses. You were trying to find your voice as your numb hips finally went back to a natural and laid back position. Legs shaking softly. Breaths coming steady, He stared at you, a warm feeling spreading on your chest.

"I...-"

"Cupcake?" You dad spoke from the other side of the door.

You froze, Miguel chuckled silently

"Uh, yeah?" you rasped, trying for your voice to not sound as hoarse as it was

"I'll go to the store. Want something?"

"Some cherry cola, please."

"Gotcha. Be right back."

His steps faded until you could hear the main door being closed and his car revving. You couldn't help but giggle, he followed and kissed you.

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"You ok?" Miguel handed a papercup full with coffee to your dad as he watched you going through some some bridal gowns.

"Yeah... Just... She's getting married."

"Hm."

"To you."

Miguel frowned and your dad smirked with mirth.

"I once asked her if she would, but seeing this turning into a reality is... overwhelming."

The both men watched as you and Gabriela scrunched their noses at a particular dress and then laughed.

"Bad timing then."

"Hm? For what?"

"She's been moody and emotional lately."

"... Shut up..."

"I kept my promise didn't I?"

Your dad only rubbed his face and sipped his coffee.

"Guess you did. Nothing I can do about it I guess."

Miguel's eyes followed you as you took Gabriela's hand and led her to another section of the bridal shop.

Despite your request of being a private and intimate ceremony, Miguel still insisted into wearing a white dress.

"Would it be fucked up to say that I'm glad you're the one marrying my little cupcake?"

"Very. Still.. Glad you understand that I'm serious about it. Does her mom know?"

"Yeah, didn't care. Never did, actually."

"I see."

"As long as you're making her happy, that's all I care about."

"That's a promise."

"Im sure she'll buy waterproof makeup, she's quite the-"

"Crybaby? Yeah. I know. Quite adorable when her nose goes all red."

Your dad chuckled. As messed up the whole thing was, according to some of his most trusted coworkers, he felt a huge weight being lifted out of his shoulders. 

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✰ MARK — childhood friends to lovers!au

ever since you've basically known your name, mark has been the boy next door. there was the cheeky, red letters of "lee" painted on the mailbox, the windows were adorned with the same coloured curtains, and the same doormat has been sitting in front of their door for ages. you have loved mark ever since you two have met. there wasn't a day where you wouldn't think of him, and there hasn't been a day when you haven't loved him. it was like a vicious circle which you couldn't get out of, because those stupid feelings would destroy the oh so precious friendship of yours, and you cannot let that happen, right? i mean, that's what you've thought for far too long, since this friendship meant more to you, than the fragile feeling of love - you didn't want it to get to the point where you would rather spit on each other, than talk it out. maybe that's why you pushed him away from yourself? maybe you just did that because you weren't too sure of your own peace of mind? no matter what, you knew the decision itself was wrong, only to realize it way too late. damaging the friendship and crying yourself to sleep was all your fault, after all, being way too proud and scared, stupid even; when you came back to the town where you two grew up, the least thing you wanted was to meet mark lee, mainly because you wouldn't have been able to look him in the eyes after all these happened. but you had to, so soon you even got a little surprised. it's been a while since the last time you have been home, your bedroom seemed way too unfamiliar at that point, just like the vhs tape placed directly in the middle of your bed. one which you haven't seen yet. it didn't have a title, the white label completely empty as you picked it up. you were a little bit cautious when placing it in the system, waiting for it to play whatever is on it, not having such large imagination to expect anything. it was a home video montage, full of videos of you and mark: playing together, getting ready for the first day of school, going to the movies, the way you two got engaged in middle school as a joke, and the omnious day of prom... you got teary eyed, with one thing on your mind - you have to go and save whatever's left now. maybe you're not too late.

✰ RENJUN — soulmate!au

life had been pretty much grey and dreary until you found The One. the other half everyone had been so obsessed to find. you were never big on all this stuff, because you were convinced you'd be able to live as a single half for you whole life, and don't need anyone else to feel complete. deep inside you knew that all of this is bullshit, truly, and all that was coming out of you was true bitterness and constantly ongoing unsuccessful confessions, making you believe in your delusions. with every passing second, you had to see people find their other half, while you were left to deal with the grey world you were left in, not as a choice but as fate instead. you felt like a loser, a big zero, who doesn't even deserve a soulmate. you thought you were destined to die alone, maybe compensate with something of brilliance: be a composer or a singer, write or paint something extraordinary, lord knows what, just something of importance! you were looking for yourself in every corner of the world, not for a lover or a fling, not for an other half, fully ignoring the law of attraction. it might have been some reverse psychological trick, effecting it all. and this may have been the reason behind why you had to leave that horribly boring theatre play, sneaking out and bumping into The One, who handed back your accidentally dropped bag, slowly looking into your eyes. he might have worked at the theater as he was wearing a name tag on his elegant shirt - huang renjun, it said. but it doesn't even matter, because his eyes were brown! brown! not grey, brown! everything cleared up. you did find the half - with brown eyes and a smile so bright.

✰ JENO — coffee shop!au

it was pretty much bittersweet to step foot in your favourite café: it was getting dark out there, and although the rain has stopped pouring, you got absolutley soaked to the core along the way there, rain replacing the tears on your face by then. your hair was sticking to your forehead uncomfortably, your body trembling without stopping, as you entered. the bell placed above the entrance was ringing lightly, gathering everyone's attention to you, although there wasn't too much people there except for the baristas, maybe two wandering souls, working on their laptops or reading in a cozy corner. well, maybe if it wasn't for getting dumped literal minutes ago, you wouldn't be here either, but it was still the most reasonable choice compared to going to a club or a ruin bar, gettig incredibly drunk, Plus! a good espresso might be able to clear the fog in your head, which you were in need of during this stupidly stressing period of life. you expected hyuck to greet you by the coffee machine, grinning ear to ear, as he always does when you visit between two lectures, but there was a completely new face behind the counter. it's been a long time since you've last seen a new employee here. his smile was sweet and rather warm, eyes conveying a sense of concern as you took one step closer, rubbing your eyes while getting your purse out of your pocket - you discreetly looked at his name tag, right on his black apron: lee jeno. whatta name... by then, you were way to hopeless to try and guess how the day would go, but life had to surprise you, fate deciding funnily against all odds: next to your cup of coffee, there was a napkin, hiding a telephone number on it, messily written down with a short message as well: "would you go out on a date with me, darling? :)"

✰ HAECHAN — rivals to lovers!au

lee donghyuck's name rushed through the hallways of your music academy just as quietly as a whisper, and you never knew why was it all like that ever since you've stepped foot into the school. you couldn't even hide the way too obvious rolls of your eyes every time you heard it. lee donghyuck was one of the biggest prodigies at the academy, no one could even be considered as a rival for him, this is mainly why he was such a big living legend amongst the students - you couldn't even hide how annoyed this made you, especially because he made sure you knew this ever since you two were little. music played a huge part in both of your lives, and somehow, you two always seemed to be at each other's throat, the first place at being the best always changing between the two of you. you could never get rid of each other either; your dad, always being so positive, once said, on your way to the academy sometime between sophomore and junior year, that the only reason behind this is that you two are equally good at what you're doing. you were pretty much skeptic for the longest of time, and felt as if you were destined to be the forever second next to him. you've had enough of always bumping into walls, since hyuck was the one who could stand at the first place ever so proudly. in kindergarten, in middle school, and even in high school, every. god damn. time. and that infuriating smile was plastered all upon his face even when you two were asked to not perform alone on the annual charity gala of your academy - you two had to perform something phenomenal, putting the childish jarring aside, growing out of the silly phase of hating each other, which was all made up by you, and you only, pushing the poor boy away from you. the boy who had always been so obsessed with you, utterly and completely. he won this time again, isn't it right?

✰ JAEMIN — photographer!au

when jaemin brought up the idea of making the last parts of his portfolio with you (which basically means about you), you were a little bit skeptic at first. you loved jaemin dearly, since he was a really understanding friend, but... you were simply terrified of cameras. you didn't really like the idea of being captured at all, you hated looking back at yourself on pictures taken of you, and you couldn't even think about how high quality his pictures would be with that hyper super machine, focused on all the little flawed details of your face that you absolutely despised. no, you couldn't even bear the idea of this whole project, and you stood by this decision of yours, jaemin waiting patiently the whole time, not pushing it too hard. since he wanted to work with you no matter what, giving up on his plan wouldn't be too typical of him - the fight didn't last long but it was pretty heated, him highlighting so many known things that needed to be said finally: it's childish how you reflect on yourself, and your delusions stop you from way too many things. the way he said straight into your face how beautiful he thinks you are, inside and outside, and that he wants the whole world to know how ethereal you are, made you tear up a little - especially when he said his heart breaks every time you speak so lowly of yourself. he truly thinks you're the modern manifestation of aphrodite, that you are his own venus, the muse of him, someone he can adore... that he's way too in love with you to let go of this, and-; the kiss you gave him was short, yet gave him exact answers. answers to hundreds and thousand of unsaid questions he kept hidden in himself for years and years on end.

✰ CHENLE — blind date!au

you clearly didn’t brace yourself for this whole fiasco proposed by donghyuck himself, foolishly believing his reasonings behind how perfect of a matchmaker he is. of course you knew that what he way saying was partly stupid, plus you were like a seventy percent sure he wasn't even sober when he set up a blind date during that omnious frat party he wasn't invited to. you didn't have to worry or anything, that's just how you were - overly anxious of such things, even if you weren't meeting a psychopath. you were only a bit vary of the awkwardness this whole new experience would bring, both of you rushing home way too soon from the date, trying to forget about it as soon as possible. these misconceptions about how the night would go stayed straight until you stopped in front of the restaurant to wait for your - then late already - date. you were a little nervous he stood you up, and you got yourself into the most beautiful piece of clothing from you wardrobe for nothing, but it was worth it, looking back at it, as zhong chenle arrived and you two simply just... clicked? automatically? not to mention you two decided to leave the place after the hors d'oeuvre, since you both found the place a little too fancy at that moment, going to a simple ice cream parlor instead, taking a walk in the park after, talking about anything and everything that came to mind: family, politics, movies and the most embarrassing memories from your childhood came up too, as you couldn't help but laugh at how chenle dropped his ice cream cone on the ground, while he simultaneously promised you that he wouldn't drop the cone on the next date - and you smiled, so happily.

✰ JISUNG — secret admirer!au

you were head over heels for jisung and his undying love for dancing. but, thinking a bit deeper about it, while writing that foolish, teenager like love letter for him, forced into the role of his secret admirer, there were much more of those things that made you feel head over heels for the boy: he showed you what persistence was, he spent the whole of his youth with you, and he wasn't afraid to spend the rest of his life with you, helping you out anytime you're in need of it, since he couldn't not do that as you "best friend". he couldn't be evil with you, he was never able to leave you and he couldn't even envision a future in which you weren't by his side. but the border he made up between the two of you, was never crossed - you two were friends, not more, not less. you were so torn deep inside, as you were helpless, being in the never ending limbo you would rather push forward, but he kept on tugging it backwards; the idea of writing letters was originally from your mother, who had enough of your obvious agony. she was positive you would write every feeling of yours out, making it easier as time goes by. their number kept growing, however, one letter becoming a dozen soon enough, maybe even more in the meantime, while not writing a name on any of them, referring to yourself only as a mere secret admirer. they suddenly disappeared from the bottom of your drawer one day, though, realizing way too late that the ringing phone in your pocket was in fact park jisung, the picture of him taking up the screen of your mobile - did he know?

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Hey mama😚 I saw that you’re taking requests and I came RUNNINGGGGG to ask you this, so!

How do we feel the 141 men would react to being with a taller, thicker girlie that often gets insecure bc of that? This idea has been brewin for a minutee so I had to get it outta my system😭 if you’re comfortable with it too could you involve konig in it? Don’t feel pressured to ofc 😚💕

Have a good rest of your day/afternoon/night!! Xoxo💋

Hi! I love this ask! I myself am not too tall, around 5'5 (5'4" 3/4 to be exact) and I have never been very skinny, but hopefully I can do this idea justice!

warnings: afab! fem reader, smut MDNI, body worship

Price is a thigh man and he will die on that hill. He just loves your legs. Since you are taller than most girls, that just means there's more of your legs. You were Price's dream come true because not only were you tall, your thighs were so perfectly plump from how thick you were too. When he first met you when Laswell introduced you two at her wedding anniversary party, you wore a skirt that ended mid thigh, leaving just enough to his imagination, and just enough for him to get a peek at your thighs. He noticed he didn't have to break his neck looking down at you, and immediately imagined how easy it would be to kiss you. He also noticed your damn heels he thought looked so fucking sexy on you, creating the illusion of elongating your legs even further and making you taller, which just brought you closer up to his lips.

That night ended with him taking your heels off for you and slowly dragging his hands and mouth up your long legs, making every sting from snide comments about your skirt or heels melt away.

Your body is so soft in his hands and he loves squeezing you. He'll kiss you and both of his hands are immediately on your ass squeezing, making you yelp.

"Mmm. Damn lovie. This fucking arse is delicious." He'll smirk down at you while you giggle at his choice of words and his hands move down to pinch your thighs.

"And these thighs. Just wanna bite 'em up."

You always know how this goes. Whenever his hands are on you and he's talking to you like this, it always ends up with his head between your thighs.

And "bite 'em up" he does. He sucks hickeys into your inner thighs and leaves little bite marks.

"Fuck sweetheart. Look at that. A little love bite right there so you don't forget who's face belongs between your thighs."

Bonus if you squeeze your thighs around his head. It would make him cum immediately.

Price would love thigh fucking. Arguably even more than vaginal sex. Something about the way your thighs squeeze him so nicely without even trying, your slick lubing your pussy and thighs perfectly and just enough for his thick cock to slide in and out between them.

"Fuck darlin' look at that. Don't even need to press your thighs together for me to fuck them. Squeezing me so well. You're so fucking soft."

Simon is so pleasantly surprised when he first meets you. You were tall and you weren't even wearing heels which made Simon silently groan behind his mask as he thought about your long thick legs locking around his waist as he pounded into you.

Your forehead would come up right to his lips, making it so easy to kiss it, which he always took advantage of.

I feel like Simon would also just pick you up randomly. Lifting you up easily when you complain about being too tall or heavy to show you that you are not.

Most times he'll throw you on the bed and show you why your height and thickness are perfect.

"See honey, if you were short, your legs wouldn't be able to lift yourself up and down my cock so easily would they?" He says in your ear, gripping your hips while you ride him.

Or when he's fucking you in doggy with a death grip on your waist when you're feeling insecure he'll say:

"Yeah bunny just like that. Look at that perfect fuckin' ass bouncing back on me. If you were smaller I wouldn't get to grip your cute little love handles like this now would I hm? They're called love handles for a reason now aren't they?" He says between pants.

Gaz is speechless the first time he sees you. You made him feel like a nerdy schoolboy passing by his popular crush in the hallway. You were taller and bigger than most girls he's seen but that just meant there was more of you for him to love.

He loves seeing you get all dressed up, and especially when you wear fitted dresses and outfits so he can see every shape and curve of your body. He loves how his clothes can fit you just right and thinks it's so cute that you two can share clothes.

You'll try his jeans on and the length will be good enough, but you cannot slide them over the tops of your thighs and ass, making him smirk, but you look in the mirror embarrassed that you are bigger than your boyfriend.

"What's that look for?" He asks, seeing you pout in the mirror and looking behind you at your ass that won't fit in his jeans and you continue to try and pull them up, making the waist band catch under your ass which makes it jiggle with each tug.

"Keep doin' that love. Don't think you know what that view looks like from back here." He says with a full on cheeky smile now.

"Stop it Gaz." You warn him with a glare, genuinely upset his jeans won't fit.

"Aww it's ok hun." He says walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder.

"I'd rather see you without pants on anyways." He says, and you look down and away from him. Even when you're upset, he still finds a way to make you blush.

Then he'd kiss all up and down your neck, then your arms, and all down your legs pulling the jeans off. He kisses his way back up your body up to your ears and whispers:

"On the bed honey. Need to feel you."

And before you know it, you're sitting on Gaz's face while he locks your thighs around his head with his arms and you can't remember what even got you here in the first place.

"Gaz. Baby can you breathe?" You ask worriedly.

He just grunts disapprovingly and locks his arms around you harder so you don't get the idea to scoot away and you moan, feeling his head nuzzle itself deeper between your thighs.

He doesn't care if he can't breathe. You're the only air he'll ever need.

Johnny is absolutely SMITTEN when he first sees you and he's the most obvious. Mouth agape and eyes wide when Price introduces you to the task force as his niece and Gaz smacks him over the head.

Since then he's been literally obsessed with you and since you started dating, he brags to everyone about how he has the most gorgeous woman in the world.

Johnny loves when you wear heels too. Not only because it makes you taller and accentuates your long legs, but because Johnny is the shortest of the Task Force men, and when you wear heels, his eyes are perfectly aligned with your tits.

Whenever you wear heels around him he is not looking at your eyes. It takes everything in him to not just lean forward and smush his face into your cleavage. For Johnny, a bigger girl also meant bigger boobs for him to play with. He'll also come behind you and just squeeze them, reveling in how much they fill his palms. He just loves your tits so much. You'll be laying down on the couch and he's jumping right on top of you burying his face in them with a content sigh, or he'll be begging you to let him fuck them. He'll slide his cock between your tits and he will absolutely lose his mind for sure, watching how they bounce with each thrust.

For Halloween you two would be Gomez and Morticia since you are literally them in real life anyways.

You definitely feed into his mommy kink. He loves how you hold his head against his chest when he needs a snuggle and how he doesn't feel the need to be so careful handling you, and that way you can treat him like the finest porcelain doll.

König would feel elated and strangely validated since he knows what it's like to be seen as "the tall one".

And with you, for the first time, he doesn't feel so estranged. He, of course was still taller than you, but he loved how you were tall too.

He thinks it's so hot seeing you with your friends and you're taller than them. It gives him a sense of pride knowing that the most noticeable and beautiful girl in the room is his.

I feel like König would absolutely love when you give him handjobs. He's so big that the other women he's been with couldn't exactly hold him correctly or jerk him off fast enough due to his size.

But you? Since you were a little closer to his size, you made it work, two hands, and if you really tried one hand, squeezing and jerking him the way no other woman has, making him shoot cum all over himself.

And he loves how your legs can reach up on his shoulders while he fucks you in a mating press. A shorter woman would have a harder time reaching their legs over him in that position, and finally being able to do it gave him this primal urge to fuck you like he would never fuck anyone else again, not like he ever would want to since he found you.

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[snowsinterlude]

😵‍💫 - measuring fantasies.

(coriolanus snow x f. reader)

summary: at every gala, at every party, you could see a cerulean pair of eyes watching you from afar- measuring you, from head to toe. you could say you did the same.

c.w: experienced reader, flirting, creampie, unproctected sex, dom reader, coriolanus crushing on you, songfic, drunk sex, virginity loss (male)

eyes on his, hand on a cup of posca, you could see coriolanus snow from the other side of the hall, trying his best not to look back at you, which seemed to be kind of impossible since you were in such a tight black dress.

you have imagined his hands on your body before- well, c'mon, he's quite big isn't he? of course you're gonna look. of course you're gonna fantasize about his hands on your body, going up and down on your waist. it isn't even difficult to imagine it.

with such a pretty face, seeing him across the room seemed like a joke to the way you wanted to dominate him. make him beg and plead to be inside of your cunt. just the thought of it made you smile, wine lipstick being an invitation for his lips.

"coriolanus," you called. "festus is calling you on the other room"

he arched his brow, but the sight of you in front of him was great- perfect, even.

"where is he?" he asked, finishing the cup of posca- fuck the alcohol, it was his third cup. he needed it. he knew you would be with someone else, he didn’t want to see it. he wanted you to be with him.

"i'll show you, just follow me." you said, and he obeyed you promptly, enchanted by the sight of you, by your smell. mesmerized, truly.

then, you bought him to an empty room, whatever- the gala is being held by your parents. the room was yours to use.

"well, where is he?" he asked again, brow arched. cute, he really thought you have bought him there to talk with his colleague, how innocent.

you turned abruptly to him, finished off your glass of posca the quickest you could, threw it away and thanked heavens for the fur rug on the entire floor of your room. he looked at you, a bit scared, maybe surprised, and you walked to him, closing the door behind him and letting a lipstick stain on his white button-up shirt. you could buy another one for him, fuck it. for now, you needed to show him who was in charge.

"you really thought i would bring you here all alone just for you to talk to festus? you're so cute, love." you said. the alcohol on that glass was starting to hit on your brain, you didn't want to mess things up by calling him for the wrong name.

"i- well, uh-"

"shhh," you started "you know i see you looking at me, you know i look at you. just enjoy it, ok?" you said. then again, you were quite literally pinning him against the wall, closing any chance he could have to pull away from you.

your lipstick was smeared by his lips slamming on yours, his hands on your waist, your hands on his shoulders, then his hands travelled down your body just like you imagined, and again, you smiled against his lips when you felt his hands on your thighs, grabbing them for you to wrap them around his waist.

"you're terrible," he said, kaying you on the bed, getting on top. of course you wouldn't allow it. no man is supposed to be on top of you.

"and why is it?"

"you don't know how much i've been waiting for it. for you." he said, you smiled, kissing the smeared marks of your lipstick on his lips.

"go on. keep talking." you demanded it. it wasn't a question. you needed the answer.

"i dreamed of you. do you know what it is to wake up breathless?" he asked, burying his face on the curvature of your neck, going down to your cleavage.

"uhum. what did i do to you in your dreams?"

"so many things." he said "i questionated my sanity on all of them." he kissed the skin of your boob, pulling the dress down to see your boobs completely.

so desperate. almost starving, maybe.

"yeah, i can imagine." you joked. "guess dreams come true hm?" you kissed the bridge of his nose. "let's see... you don't have a condom now, do you?"

"no."

"you're a virgin aren't you?" he frowned, and kept himself quiet. you didn't need much more than that. you smiled at his sudden quietness, the small pout on his lips was cute. "it's fine, i don't mind."

his heart seemed to beat happily at those words, he almost smiled at it if he didn’t feel so embarassed. then he saw how you were sitting so nicely on top of him- your dress and his pants were the only things keeping you both separated. and god, look at him! he's so cute. looking at you with the hope that you would let him inside. look at him, already getting hard only from the thought of your cunt on him.

and you did let him inside, too anxious to see the faces he would make.

you pulled his dick out of it's confines, and honestly, the question to why he was still a virgin was something that sounded different now. he was big. truly big. and the way his tip teased your clit because of how you grabbed him made you wet, your eyes half closed as you heard the sounds you both were making, the wet sounds of your pussy gushing at the tip of his dick were like music to you, the prettiest orchestra you could listen to was the natural sounds of you teasing his throbbing dick.

he closed his eyes, mouth agape as he let small sounds out of his lips, your scent filling his nostrils and then, when he engulfed your boob into his mouth you were too surprised, so much so that you ended up putting him inside you entirely.

you moaned a bit louder than expected, the way his dick was stretching you up so good felt terribly good- what's the name of this? balls deep? yeah, he was pretty much deep inside you.

he bit your nipple quietly, gently, sucking on it so good you thought of your nipple as a candy for him to be so eager.

so hungry, and for you! god, he was perfect. the most perfect boy you fucked until now.

you didn't care about the sounds you were making, the music outside was too loud, the talks too, and your room is soundproof. fuck it. make it a gift to him.

you ride him graciously, like you were used to it- to his size. "fuck- i didn't thought you would be so big!" you said. ah, you knew just what to say to those boys. but to him? it was different. it was true, everything you told him while riding him was true.

he was the only one you allowed to fuck you rightfully, his hands on your waist, guiding your moves up and down, back and forth all while his teeth was nibbling on your nipples and your neck.

your moans became louder, you melted and mewled at every thrust he gave upwards you, his hands grabbing you so tightly, his fingers still buried on your meat, on your ass, manhandling you. you felt like going crazy.

"you're so tight- fuck, 'should've fucked you before." he moaned, trying his very best not to cum too quick. you could notice how he was controlong himself not to. he was a virgin, after all. until twenty minutes ago he haven't had his first kiss-

and then there was you. beautiful, experienced, perfect you. collecting boys as a way to cope with the boredom. and him, right under you, who was awkward enough to think you called him to talk with someone else in a empty room. truly, how cute.

with this thought in mind, he came. feeling humiliated, he hid his face in the curvature of your neck. "sorry." he said, and you smiled.

"it's fine, baby. just keep going. i'm sure you can do it." you said, and he nodded obediently, thrusting slowly into your core. sensitive, but eager. he kept going inside you even if you knew he was still trying ti hold back from cumming again.

you smiled at him, the view was just too lovely, closed shut eyes, your mouth opened up to let out a moan. there was something truly erotic in the way he kissed your shoulder, closing his eyes while thrusting inside you.

when you came, you felt like you were in heaven, your legs crossed on his waist, your nails scratching the back of his broad shoulders, your eyes closed shut- and him, throbbing inside you, his eyes couldn't seem to leave you, and he loved how you were tightening around him, so warm and gummy.

he took his dick out of you, watching how your cum and his leaked down your legs. it was the prettiest sight he have ever seen. "sorry- i shouldn't have cummed inside."

" don't worry. i liked it." you said, kissing his temple.

you watched as he closed his eyes. he adjusted his shirt and pants, helped you in doing so again.

then again, after all of this, every party, gala, whatever occasion you both would meet up he was there, measuring you, looking you up and down and minutes later he was learning a new thing with you. still, his favorites were always in his dreams, when you would do all the shameful things he was afraid to tell you.

like when you would slap him in his dreams and call him a slut. he would always wake up too embarassed to how hard his dick would be.

but that's for another time. right now, he was too occupied eating you out.

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Too hot to be true

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 16

Prompt: Modern AU

Rated: T

CW: none

Tags: Modern AU; Podcaster!Eddie; Steve and Dustin are brothers; sexual tension

Eddie almost snorts his morning cereal through his nose when he checks his messages, because - yeah, right.

Eddie pls answer me, the message starts. 

If that wasn’t enough, it is decorated with a veritable explosion of red exclamation marks. 

As if that wasn't enough, the guy in the profile picture looks like he walked right out of a wet dream. Big, hazel eyes and a beaming smile under a shock of wet, windswept hair. He's leaning on a surfboard, tanned chest sprinkled with shiny droplets of water. Eddie absolutely wouldn't mind pushing him down into the sand, tracing those glorious pecs with sun-warmed lips - if he were real, that is.

"Nice try, big boy," he mumbles and hits the block button. "Can you believe how persistent these scammers are getting? I dunno what they think you earn making podcasts and vlogs for video game nerds, but- … sorry, did you say something?" 

Chrissy scowls at him for a second longer, but then she shakes her head and sets down her coffee. 

"Just asked when that kid will be here." 

Eddie checks his phone. "Any minute now, the flight arrived an hour ago." 

She picks up her bag and they walk into the hallway together. 

"You really think it's a good idea? Him staying here?" 

Eddie shrugs. "It's only for the con. And Dustin’s a cool kid. Way smarter than his age, and his podcast slaps. Maybe we can record an episode or two together, that would- … what?" 

Chrissy still has this unhappy look on her face. 

"Eds," she says. "He's a fifteen-year-old you met online. I'm surprised his parents allowed this." 

Eddie laughs and holds out her coat. "Don't worry about it. His brother is chaperoning him, so it'll all be perfectly prudent. Dustin said he'd reach out, but somehow- oh, that'll be them." 

If Chrissy was going to say anything else, it's lost under the sound of the doorbell. Eddie opens and is promptly tackled by a curly-haired blur in a baseball cap. 

"Eddie!" Dustin cheers, "So cool to finally meet you in person, you won't believe what happened on the flight. That one guy…" 

But Eddie doesn't hear what the guy on the flight did, hardly processes how Chrissy pushes past them, mumbling something about needing to catch her bus. He's too busy gaping at the guy standing in the apartment door. Because he saw him just a few minutes ago. 

Granted, he's carrying a bulging suitcase instead of a surfboard, and he's wearing decidedly more clothes, but Eddie is pretty damn sure he'd know that ridiculously handsome face anywhere. Even though those pretty eyes are narrowed in an impressive deathglare now, and instead of a smile, those plush lips are twisted in a vicious scowl. 

"Oh," Dustin says offhandedly, shouldering past Eddie and into the apartment as if he owns the place. "This is my brother Steve. I don't think you’ve talked?" 

"No," the guy drawls, spearing Eddie with his gaze. "We haven't." 

If Dustin notices the tension hanging in the air, he masterfully ignores it. 

"Cool," he chirps. "Where do we sleep? I promised Mom I'd call once we're here."

"Chrissy's room," Eddie mumbles. The collar of his flannel is feeling too tight all of a sudden and when the fuck did it get so warm in here? "She's staying with her girlfriend over the weekend."

Dustin doesn't even wait for him to finish the sentence, just bustles down the hall and into Chrissy’s room. Eddie is left alone with the brother. 

The very hot, very mad brother who's still leaning in the open doorway, looking at him as though he just kicked a kitten. 

Well, shit. 

"Sooo," Eddie tries. "Steve, is it? Would you like to come in?" 

"Oh?" Steve’s eyebrows climb all the way up to the roots of his hair - neither wet nor windswept, but so absurdly floofy Eddie wants to bury his fingers in it and yank. "Can I? You're not gonna, like… block me on sight?" 

Eddie winces, even as his stupid, smart-ass mouth answers. "Don't think that's how it works in real life, dude." 

Steve's scowl deepens. Eddie wants to simultaneously cringe away and throw himself at him. It's a very weird feeling, to say the least.

"I dunno. I've been trying to contact you through every available platform for days, and you've been doing a pretty impressive job of it." 

"Yeah, sorry about that," Eddie blurts. "In my defense, I thought you were a scammer." 

The annoyance on Steve’s face is joined by confusion. He cocks his head. It makes him look like an upset puppy. 

"A scammer?" 

Eddie nods, brain-to-mouth filter rapidly eroding. "Or a pornbot. Real users usually aren't that hot." 

Steve opens his mouth. Lets out a strangled sort of croak. Shuts it again. A blush is rapidly creeping out of his shirt collar, pink and pretty.

"Told you," Dustin hollers from stage left. "Not a good profile pic." 

"Shut up, dipshit," Steve retaliates and finally pushes into the apartment. Eddie's grin drops off his face as the suitcase is pressed into his hands and he sags under the weight. 

"C'mon." 

Steve, already half on his way to the kitchen, turns, and Eddie is treated to a smile. It's just a ghost of the one from the profile picture - which is probably just as well, because if Steve unleashed the real thing on him here and now, he might as well go blind. 

"I got up in the middle of the night to catch that flight. You can fix me a coffee, and then you're gonna unblock me. If you're nice, I'll maybe let you follow me back." 

Eddie gulps as he trails after him into the apartment. It's gonna be an awkward weekend.

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[heich0e]

"You're taking fucking forever in there."

You ignore Levi's irritated comment as you fiddle with the buckles on your shoes, too tiny to clasp easily and at a part of your ankle that requires your legs to be both tilted and bent to access them. A lethal combination in opposition to your dexterity.

"Are you sewing that dress by hand or what?"

His voice is nearer to your bedroom door now, a little bit more difficult to tune out with only the thin wood between you.

"No, my little mice helpers are doing that for me while I sing to them," you call back, but your words are light and flippant where his were heavy with the weight of his impatience.

"It wouldn't surprise me if you did have your own army of vermin with the amount of junk you've got in this apartment." You can't see Levi's face but you know he's looking around your living room with his nose crinkled in the particular way he does when he finds something distasteful.

You scoff as you finally succeed in doing up your second buckle. You lift your head so you can snap your rebuttal directly towards your closed door.

"Sorry we can't all live like minimalist monks!"

Levi snorts in reply. "I'm hardly a minimalist, I just don't accumulate needless things."

"You only own one bowl, one plate, and one mug."

You've known Levi since college, and you're fairly certain he has the same amount of possessions filling the entirety of his one-bedroom apartment that he did in his one-room dorm a decade prior. Probably the same ones, too.

"That way no one ever tries to come over for meals, it's clever."

"It's spartan."

There's a light thump on the other side of your door, and you wonder what it may have been.

"Didn't you ever read those Marie Kondo books?" Levi's voice is impossibly close now, like he's got his forehead pressed to your door. The thump makes a little more sense.

You laugh a bit to yourself as you imagine the way he's slumped against the expanse of wood, long-dressed in his suit and ready to go where you've taken your time getting ready. It's not your fault Levi showed up thirty minutes earlier than he said he would to pick you up for the company party your shared workplace was throwing that evening--though you should have expected it, given he's never been tardy to anything in the entire time the two of you had been friends.

"Can't say I did," you reply as you cross your bedroom, leaning over in your mirror to get one last close-up look at your face. You run your thumbnail against the edge of your bottom lip where your gloss was slightly ill-applied. "Why do you ask?"

"S'all that," Levi sighs, "'spark joy' bullshit. Don't keep things in your space if they don't make you happy or whatever."

You smile at your own reflection, eyes flickering to the image of your bedroom door you can see in the glass.

"And what if all my 'junk' makes me happy?"

There's some shuffling, and a moment later Levi mutters: "How can an issue of a magazine from 2010 make you happy?"

You suspect he's plucked an old copy of some fashion magazine off the stack resting on the bookshelf beside your door. You've actually been meaning to throw those away for a while, but you don't tell him that.

"How can you manage to not find happiness in anything?"

"That's not true," he argues.

"Oh yeah?" you counter, adjusting the way your necklace is resting against your collarbones. "Name something that you keep around just because it makes you happy."

"My kettle."

"Nope," you answer immediately, grabbing your purse off the end of your bed and heading towards the door, "that serves a practical, utilitarian purpose. I mean something useless that you just like. Just something you think is pretty."

You grasp the handle and pull it open, and you take Levi by surprise--he barely catches himself with a hand on either side of the door frame to keep from crashing into you.

There's a little pink mark at the centre of his brow where he'd been leaning against the door, and his eyes are wide.

"You ready to go?" you ask him, tucking your bag under your arm.

He's frozen, his expression still a little taken aback.

"What?" you ask him, suddenly self conscious. Your hands tug at the material of your dress nervously. "Should I change?"

"No," he says, soft but sure. "You look... fine."

Your face pinches.

"Fine?"

"Nice," Levi corrects himself, finally looking away. He fiddles with the stack of magazines he'd been complaining about moments prior. "You look nice."

"Wow, Ackerman, with compliments like that it's shocking that you have to take your best friend as your date to the company party and not one of the countless women I'm sure are knocking at your door."

Levi narrows his eyes, tossing you a withering look.

"You're the one who said we should go together."

"That's because I want to blackout at the open bar, and you're the only person I know who turns down a drink on the corporate dollar," you say with a bright smile.

Levi tuts in annoyance, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes wandering away from you again. "Charming."

A beat of silence passes.

Levi sucks in a little breath.

"You."

"Pardon?" you ask, and not even because he said it so quietly you barely understood him, but because it doesn't quite make sense.

"Something I keep around just because I like it," Levi says, his eyes fixed so intently on the outdated magazine stack that you're surprised the pages don't burst into flames. "Just because it makes me happy..."

Your heart stutters in its rhythm, a sudden weakness in your knees you can't chalk up to the height of your heels as easily as you may have liked to.

"...Just because it's pretty."

You swallow thickly.

His eyes meet yours.

The time and space between the two of you is thick and sweet like honey, and you wade through it slowly as you fight to find your words. You swear you can almost taste it as your tongue peeks out to moisten your already glossy lips.

"We should probably go," you say quietly, reaching out to adjust the lapel of Levi's suit. If your touch lingers a moment longer than it ought to, if your fingers brush against him in a way that friends' shouldn't, neither of you says anything about it.

Levi nods and clears his throat, taking the slightest step away from you towards your front door. "We gotta get you back before midnight after all, Cinderella."

You blink, a little confused, a little dazed, a little bit of a head rush still clouding your thoughts.

"The mice, remember?" Levi offers when he sees your curious look, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Oh," you laugh, letting your head hang as you nod slightly. "Right."

The two of you make your way down to the parking lot outside of your apartment building towards Levi's car, and you watch as the lights flash when he unlocks it.

"I've got two mugs, by the way," Levi says as he pulls the driver's side door open, and you pause with your hand on the handle of your own. He looks at you over the roof of his car, his eyes suddenly firmer than you'd seen them all night. More insistent. More sure.

You tilt your head, confused.

He ducks down to slide into his seat, but not before calling back to you one last time:

"The other one is yours."

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[i-write-sometimes-maybe]

Steve Knows Now- Natasha Romanov x FemReader!(NSFW)

Synopsis: You couldn’t keep quiet anymore, you just had to brag about your not-so-subtle secret in the best way possible.

Warnings: SMUT, dom reader sub nat, song fic but like it’s not long, implications (totally happened not even implying) of cheating, marking, strap-ons, packing but not mentioned, fingering, cunnilingus, daddy kink, I think that’s all.?

Word Count: 3k

A/n: Nat is my baby 🥹 and she’s such a baby don’t come for me, you know it’s true. I live and breathe for bottom nat so that’s what I made 🥰 All likes, comments, and reblogs are welcomed!

© This is my work, you have no right to repost my work for any reason without my explicit permission, all rights reserved.

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Steve was mocking one of your habits, or at least you think. You were too busy drinking in the sight of Natasha next to him. The way that dress hugged her perfectly, she knew it was one of your favorites and that's why she wore it tonight.

You don't even know what tonight was, you just came because Nat would be there. Of course, knowing Stark, there probably wasn't even a reason for this party.

You and Natasha had a little secret. Actually, you two didn't even bother to hide the fact that you were together behind Steve's back. So, technically, it's not behind his back but more of directly in front of his face. It's not your fault he's too damn blind to see it.

Once again, Steve said something about you that made the team chuckle but you couldn't care less. With his last comment, a scoff of amusement came from you. That sound earned the attention of everyone on the team, they assumed you simply weren't paying attention. Which was partially true.

Confused faces overtook everyone but you, and Natasha, you were smirking at her.

And she knew exactly what you were planning when you looked from Steve to her, and back to Steve.

Nat leaned back against the seat, taking a sip of the beer in her hand, "Y/n, I wouldn't."

"Too late sweetheart. Steve, you seem to be having fun, yeah?" You leaned forward and put your elbows on your knees, your hands clasped together before you ran your thumbs against themselves.

Natasha's eyes went straight to your hands, that move of hers was not lost on you.

His chuckle died a bit, "I was, yeah." Annoyance was beginning to cloud his features.

He may not have noticed that you and Nat were sleeping together, but he certainly noticed the unashamed flirting you did with her.

He thought that his empty threats would deter you but, if anything, they motivated you more. Besides you already being able to get what you want easily, something about her being 'off-limits' made the desire for her even stronger than it already was.

You hummed, "Well, every other day I have fun too. I just don't know how you're so trusting."

Your dislike for Steve, and his equal amount of dislike for you, was clear to everyone and you didn't care. You could feel the tension beginning to rise in the air as everyone wearily watched the interaction between you two.

Tony piped in, his thirst for drama coming to play, "What do you mean?"

Your tongue peeked out to wet your bottom lip, another move of yours that enticed Natasha, "Stevie doesn't know."

"Know what?" Steve was getting impatient.

"Y/n-" You looked at Natasha, the sudden eye contact took her by surprise, unintentionally cutting her off.

"Stevie doesn't know, that Natasha and me do it in her bed every Sunday."

Everyone's jaw dropped except Steve's, you could see his jaw clench from your seat, Natasha avoids his glance and you can tell she's hiding a smirk of her own.

"She tells him she's in training but she doesn't go, but she's sweating still and Stevie doesn't know." You said, smirking.

"I told you not to tell him." Natasha finally speaks up. Steve's eyes snap to Natasha, as well as everyone else's.

"Wait, she's not ly-" Steve bafflingly starts before you cut him off.

You look at Nat, "Steve needs to know, so I've gotta tell Steve. I just can't believe he's so trusting, while I'm behind you thrusting." You move to sit up in a more confident yet cocky position, glancing back to Steve, "Natasha's got him on the phone, but she's trying not to moan. It's a three-way call and he knows nothing."

A mischievous look overtook Natasha's face, "He didn't need to know."

"Well, he was going to find out soon enough. You know, honestly, I'm surprised you didn't figure it out sooner, I wasn't hiding a damn thing." The smirk never left your face as you looked at Steve, daring to hold his attention, "But I have got to say, the look on your face right now is the second-best thing I've seen."

The look of shock, confusion, anger, envy and defeat was covering his face. It was the best he's ever looked in your opinion.

Tony was way too invested in what was happening, "What's the first?" The attention of the rest of the team was on you, some were enjoying the free show while others simply couldn't believe what was happening before them.

Your eyes burned into Natasha's and she stopped trying to hide her smirk, you chuckle before answering Tony, "Natasha when she comes, of course, Steve wouldn't know."

Natasha chuckled with you while everyone else in the room was silent.

Steve opened his mouth to give you a reply, something that portrays his thoughts, anything, but nothing came out.

A faux pout came to your face, "What's the matter, Steve? Spider got your tongue? Don't worry, that won't be a problem for you anymore"

You stood up from your seat, Nat's eyes followed every move of yours as you bent down and picked her up, throwing her over your shoulder in one swift move, "She's mine now."

Natasha halfheartedly waved to the team, mainly to Steve, "Bye!" A full laugh finally escaped you at her comment, you couldn't hold it back any longer.

You began walking Nat to your room. Walking through the doorway, you just couldn't restrain yourself, it's not like you wanted to anyways, your hand swiftly came down against her ass, earning a whimper from the redhead.

A squeal came from her as you took her from your shoulder, tossing her onto the bed. Any comment that would've come from her was stopped by your lips against hers. Your lips moved together rhythmically, as if they were meant to be joined together. Every kiss with her is just like the first, just as passionate and exciting, the same flutter finding its home within the pit of your stomach.

You simply could not get enough of her.

You began to trail your lips to her jaw and down to her neck, occasionally suckling at a few spots to mark her as yours.

"You shouldn't have done that." She said breathlessly due to your lips on her neck.

You pulled away from her just enough to look into her eyes, "They'd find out eventually. Besides, you're mine. Now, I don't have to hide you. And you don't have to be quiet anymore." A moan leaves her throat as you bit the skin just above her collarbone.

As you worked on adding more marks onto her neck, your hands were beginning to undo the zipper of her dress. The skin-tight garment was no match for your need to feel her skin, your skillful fingers began to pull the fabric slowly from Nat's body, much to her dismay.

Her body pushed against yours, to help you ease the dress off of her but mainly so she can feel more of you.

Natasha's mind was raging with many things, that much was clear, but the thought of possible complaints of you two becoming known to the team began to rise to the surface. That doesn't mean she's having any doubts about the relationship with you, just that she doesn't want hear the opinions of the others. It's not like they could possibly change her mind.

You were nipping the exposed skin of her breast that was peeking out above her bra, "This a good idea, right?" She spoke breathlessly.

You looked up at her in question, knowing very well what her answer will be, "Do you want me to stop?"

Slight fear became apparent in her features, "No! Please, don't stop."

"That's what I thought." You spoke with a chuckle.

Nat could only describe the pace you were trailing your lips at, as torture. Nothing has ever simplified her into nothing but a mess faster than you taking your sweet time.

You were leaving marks on every spot you landed, loving the way she squirmed each time. You continued at your slow pace, going lower and lower where she wanted you, needed you.

It wasn't a secret that you had wound Natasha up and it was clear just how much by the way she reacted to you and your touch. As you got to the base of her stomach you could feel her begin to push you further, or tried to.

A groan left the redhead as you moved back from her, a smirk coming back to your lips when you saw her wetness through her panties.

"You're desperate for me, aren't you?" She eagerly nodded, "I need an answer, baby."

"Yes, I am! God, you were so hot tonight. I need you, please touch me." You were slightly surprised as it was more than you were expecting to come from her.

Her body was writhing beneath you, enticing you to her. And you could've continued to tease her until she quite literally couldn't take it anymore, but you were just as excited to see her fall apart as she was desperate.

Even though you had no intention of making this part of your night quick, you were going to make it last as long as she could take, you swiftly pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them somewhere unimportant.

You continued with your teasing, suckling and biting all across her thighs, yet skipping over her dripping pussy.

Nat's breathing had increased, her patience quickly dwindling, "Baby, please!"

You looked up at her from your position, instantly meeting her pleading green eyes, "Please, what?"

She whimpered as you bit a spot on her thigh, "Please, just touch me already. I can't take it anymore. Please, Daddy."

A sadistic smile came to your face, your eyes never leaving hers as you finally moved to where she wanted you. Her eyes closed, mouth falling agape as soon as your tongue licked up her sensitive pussy.

Her hand flew to your hair, nails digging into your scalp as you began to move your tongue to collect her wetness. Unholy, yet heavenly, moans started to come from her as you swirled her clit.

Her back began to arch off the mattress as she fisted the sheet with her free hand. Her moans only became more frequent as you gradually increased the speed of your tongue.

You knew just how much she enjoyed this, and how close she was to her bliss, by the way her body tensed underneath you.

Every toned muscle of hers was flexed, the familiar sheen of sweat began take over her smooth skin, and you just adored when she looked like this.

You were debating wether or not you'd be oh so nice enough to let her come right away this time, but seeing and feeling Natasha fall apart under you made that decision for you. And it's just too damn good to pass up.

"I'm gonna come!" Natasha interrupted your thought.

You lifted your head up just enough to be able to speak, "Yeah?" The vibrations and warm breath from your words was nearly enough to send the redhead over the edge.

"Yes! Please, please can I come?"

She moaned even louder as you resumed your prior actions. You looked up her glistening body to watch the sight of her coming, something you always look forward to, and hummed your approval.

"Fuck, Y/n!" Her body tensed even further when she finally came, soon relaxing flat on the bed after.

You began making your way up to her head, leaving open mouthed kisses across every inch of her soft skin. You occasionally left love bites wherever you felt like it.

You had just left your biggest and darkest mark on her neck, "Fuck, baby, you taste so good." You whispered into her ear.

That sentence must've ignited something within the redhead as she reached out and pulled you into a kiss, one just as hard and passionate as the one from the start of this night.

You slowly move your hand over every inch of her exposed skin, savoring the softness of it, enjoying the goosebumps she gets from your light touch, absolutely loving the way she squirms under you as a silent beg for more.

Natasha was becoming more impatient, the desire for you only growing with every passing second. She couldn't take it anymore, she needed something. In an attempt for some friction, Nat thrusted her hips up in search of you.

With that thrust of her hips she found the strap that you had kept hidden, up until this point, from her. She mewled at her discovery, her arousal growing tenfold.

You looked into her emerald eyes, "What? Did you think I'd go into a party without a little treat for you?"

"Little?" She smirked.

"You and I both know it's not, you're too much of a size queen for that." You smirked in return.

Her jaw dropped, in feux offense, "I am not!"

Your smirk never faltered as you thrusted your hips just enough for the strap to make contact with her bare pussy again. The sudden sensation pulled a whimper from her swollen lips, proving your statement true.

She rolled her eyes when she saw the cocky grin on your face.

You stayed, unmoving, for just a moment until your attention was brought back to your joint hips. Natasha was grinding herself against you, well, trying to.

"You needy little slut. You just can't help yourself can you?" You halted her actions by pressing her hips into the mattress.

"I can't take it anymore, please just fuck me already!"

"Oh but I have been, darling."

A sound of frustration came from her, "You know what I mean."

"Do I? I think you may have to be specific," You leaned closer to her ear again. "Tell me what you want me to do to you. Beg for it."

Nat attempted to stifle her moans at your words, just falling short of success. Her breathtaking green eyes darkened with lust as the possibilities of what's to come were raging through her mind.

"I want you to fuck me," She wrapped her legs around your waist. "I want you to fuck me so hard until I can't speak. Fuck me like you own me. Use me, daddy. Only you can make me feel so good."

A smirk found it's home on your lips. In on swift move, you untangled her from around your waist and flipped her over. You ran your fingertips down her spine and past her shoulders, moving to entangle in her hair. With your handful of her fiery locks, you pulled her back and flushed against you.

Your free hand was sneakily pulling the strap free from its confinements, "Oh princess, I do own you. You are my dirty girl." You accentuated your statement with a slap on her ass.

With the leverage of your grip in her hair, you pushed her back down but kept her hips in the air, perfectly aligned for what's to come.

"Isn't that right?" A blissful cry spilled from her lips as the strap entered her, gliding in effortlessly from her wetness.

"God, yes!" Almost instantly, she was moaning at a pace that matched your merciless speed.

You always loved taking the redhead from behind, seeing how well she was able to take your ministrations. You adored the way her whole body reacted to the strap deep inside of her.

You relocated your hands to grip at her hips, her curves fitting perfectly to your palms.

The new grip gave you better leverage to pound deeper into Nat, just the way she likes it.

"Shit." She muttered as her arms gave out beneath her, resulting in her chest being flush against the sheets.

She fisted the sheets until her knuckles turned white. Nat's quick and quiet pants had shifted into squeals that only got louder with each thrust.

You knew that the moment you saw her thighs quiver, that she was close, only she couldn't quite fall over the edge without your permission.

"Are you gonna come baby?"

She nodded vigorously against the sheets, words unable to formulate in her mind from the overwhelming pleasure she was currently experiencing.

Your movements never stopped, nor did they ease up, even when you bent over her. You used her throat as leverage to pull her against you once again, only this time your hand remained in its spot.

A deep moan sounded from her at the new angle you were driving the strap, "Scream my name. Tell everyone in this building who you belong to, baby."

You knew she wasn't far from her orgasm, your other hand from her hip slid forward and started circling her clit to help her finally fall over the edge, "Oh, FUCK Y/N! YES!"

Moans were still pouring out of her even as you slowed your pace, giving her a chance to savor everything you were giving her. Her hips twitched with the pleasure that was continuing to come over her.

Both of your hands moved to her waist to help keep her supported as her body relaxed against you, "Just like that, baby."

Natasha whimpered as you pulled the strap from her, she was instantly missing the way you filled her perfectly. You always loved how well she could handle you, regardless if you chose to edge her to the heavens or when you fucked her until she saw stars, and she adored it all.

You moved to lay on the bed, pulling her against your still-clad body as you did so. The heat from her bare body radiated from her, warming you even further.

"You did so well for me, princess." You whispered as one hand moved to cover her up with a blanket as the other softly ran through her lightly dampened locks.

A knowing chuckle emitted from her, "Only 'cause you fuck me so well."

A smirk returned to your face, "Oh I know I do, and now others finally know too."

Nat shimmied closer to your side and you started to mindlessly draw patterns onto her shoulder.

No matter what it was, you always enjoyed spending time with Nat. Especially when it was like this, just the two of you being as close as possible.

"Y/n?" Nat moved her head up ever so slightly.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I love you."

A smile came to your face and you planted a kiss to the top of her head, "I love you too, Nat."

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[faith369]

Read your graves fic and omg 😍

I have a request: fem!Reader gets accused of being a barracks bunny (not true) by other shadows, because she's shacked up with graves (that part is true, they just like to roleplay sometimes which is how they heard her say a different name). She gets frustrated and asks the group what tattoo is on her back, because if she is a BB, they should all know that answer.

The only one who can smugly answer is graves. "She doesnt have back tattoos, just scars from the (vehicle) accident, hickies from me, my handprint on her ass"

loveee this

“Fuck off, honestly,“ you hissed, your words didn't have much effect on the 3 shadows infront you expect for teasing grins to form on their faces. You were sick of the rumor of you being a barracks bunny, normally you wouldn't even be bothered by it, especially because you knew the only reason for that assumption was the fact that you and Graves indulged in role play more than once, but it was getting out of hand so much that you started to get reduced to that title and you didn't work that hard to be where you are just to get belittled by men who gossip like their lives depend on it. Your sharp words weren't noticed by the other men in the break room, the majority of them directed their attention to the scene. “Hey, I'm just saying the truth you earned that title yourself” that response made you almost physically lash out at the man, the only reason you didn't was the simple fact of not wanting to be labeled emotional. So you opted to go the smart route and simply decided to disprove those idiots. “If I am such a barracks bunny, you surely know what kind of tattoo I have on my back, huh?” The guys looked at you, the startled expressions on their faces giving you a sense of satisfaction, you knew you had dismantled their little rumor. Sadly, the feeling didn't last long. A recruit joined the conversation. "A snake,“ the boy had the audacity to grin at you. You knew he was lying because you don't- "she doesn't have.“ The surprise of hearing Phillip's voice behind you was written on your face "The only mark she has is a scar from a car accident.“ The room went quiet. "And if you wanna know it so detailed, a few hickies are on her as well, and an imprint of my hand is on her ass both are from me“ You blushed at his words, not expecting the last part.

“So if I hear you spreading rumors like this again, I'll bury you, and you recruit, we are having a talk now”

-Requests are open <333

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[loguetowns]

ocean pull

eustass kid x reader

kid accidentally wakes you up

mentions of sex but nothing happens

0.7k words

a/n: yes i wrote another fic that takes place at night because i am in my late night lovey dovey feels oKAY

as if something has called him out of his slumber, kid finds himself awake. he could be convinced that it's a siren who's woken him up, singing a song that blurs the line between infatuation and wonder.

it's a line he's familiar with, for he — and his long list of friends-with-benefits and almost-lovers — have been there countless times before. but kid has always been careful because he knows he could fumble over that line and fall headfirst into the waters.

wouldn't that be the worst?

the rhythm of the tide echoes through the window and, for a second, kid thinks that maybe sirens are real.

because when he rolls on his side, he’s met with your sleeping face — so pretty and coy that even those wicked beauties of the ocean would be jealous.

kid has been drawn to you, like a ship to the waves, since the day you met. lying here in your bed, he reaches out to ghost your hickeys that match his own. he surprises himself with how tender his touch is — far softer than what he’s used to — and, maybe it’s the sleep talking, but he doesn’t hate it.

you stir in your sleep, a minor interruption to your tiny, steady breaths. the action sparks a cascade of curiousity in kid's mind — if you're this enchanting when you're asleep, what are you like in the morning?

are you cranky and adorable, or do you awake with sultry and sleepy eyes? what if you were to wake up next to him, with a small smile and a half-asleep good morning, baby? would you greet him with a kiss that tastes like lingering dreams?

kid would give anything to know — and maybe, in a few hours, he will.

"hey, you okay?"

kid is pulled out his reverie when you drape your arm across him, fingertips resting along his bicep. so lost in his thoughts, he didn't even realize that you've woken up. he falls into your eyes, surprisingly steady for having been sleeping only moments ago.

“‘m fine,” he says but you don't look convinced. you purse your lips and kid thinks,

god, you're cute.

he brushes hair out of your face, and instinctively, you lean into his touch. his heart stirs, buoyant in his chest, as he adds, “i’m happy.”

it’s happiness that he feels, much more profound than anything he's ever felt with his past lovers. actually, he wouldn't even dare to call his previous partners "lovers" anymore.

he realizes now that sex was just sex before you. with you, every intimate moment travels beyond lust. it travels to a place of yearning, a place of longing that doesn’t feel uncomfortable or painful at all.

it feels like home.

as he traces the curves of your face, your half-moon eyes, your beautiful smile that guides him home, he realizes that this is where he was meant to be — what he needed all along.

an emotion that tethers him to something true and sincere, that anchors him beyond the physicality that he's so used to.

you nuzzle into his chest and kid finds his place in your embrace. the sheets tangle further between you, and kid lets himself return to falling — falling back towards slumber, falling deeper into you. he feels the pull of your ocean and, like a true pirate would, he follows the currents.

“good,” you say. you smile against his bare skin, fingers searching for all the places you've marked him. “now let me sleep, or i'll force you into a second round.”

he chuckles, “pretty sure i’d fuck you straight to sleep.”

“always so crass.”

you relax in kid’s arms, sleep seeping into your teasing words, “also, it’s called ‘making love’, ya dumb pirate.”

love, kid repeats to himself.

this could be love, kid thinks. and maybe the idea of it should scare him more, but right now, with you all around him and his heart in your hands, he thinks that love doesn’t seem so bad.

maybe i wouldn’t mind love if it’s with you.

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[sebsbarnes]

scarlet flags || tangerine

tangerine x f!reader

summary: you called me angel for the first time, my heart leapt from me

warnings: suggestive- minimal descriptions, toxic situationship

word count: 860+

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"you don't get to call me every time you get lonely, then pretend you don't know who i am when i'm not hidden behind the walls of your room" you spit, the venom in your tone nearly lethal.

he tutted as you turned away, "don't be ridiculous, angel."

you snapped your head to him, jabbing your pointer finger into his chest, face mere millimeters from his, "you!- you don't get to call me that. don't you fuckin' call me that.

tangerine lazily intertwined his fingers in yours as he hovered above your body. his lips moved soft yet feverishly against your own, it was bliss. you felt intoxicated and you silently prayed the high wouldn't come down. tangerine pulled away and started peppering kisses across your cheek until he reached the skin below your ear. with his teeth he nipped at the flesh pulling it into his mouth, surely to leave a purple splotch on your skin, his mark as if he were an artist. tangerine slid down your body, his lips ghosting down your chest and stomach until he got to your underwear, and through his dark lashes, he looked at you.

"is this okay, angel?" he whispered, his fingers wrapping around the waistband.

angel. this was the first time he called you that. it made your stomach flip, angel. you loved the inflection in his accent when he spoke the nickname. the nickname for you. you felt like you were his. it made your heart leap and you swore a piece of itself landed in tangerine.

"okay, okay! i won't call you angel," tangerine said defensively.

you rolled your eyes in disgust, racking a hand through your hair. he was agitating, this conversation was agitating. tangerine was a smart man so it was surprising when he seemed to act dense to avoid conflict.

"besides, i don't know where you got the idea that i ignore you in public love, i don't," he said crossing his arms.

"oh really? so last week at the gathering? or the gathering before that? you looked through me, like a window, pretended i was nonexistent. do you not realize how that feels?" you spewed.

a silent nod was all he gave you when you greeted tangerine at the work event. perplexed, you raised an eyebrow at his retreating figure but didn’t dwell on it too long now being sidetracked by ladybug. these work gatherings were really an excuse to drink and boast about whatever successful mission you had just come back from. truthfully, they were boring, but it was an unspoken rule that it was mandatory.

ladybug chatted about his healing foot from a gunshot wound but your eyes and mind were elsewhere. across the dimly lit room, tangerine stood with a puffed-out chest talking about the recent bolivia job. his eyes would wander across those listening, soaking in the praise before looking at you. it was quick and not like he had been caught, but as though it was an accident.

watching as his eyes looked up and down at one of the women standing beside him, he smoothed out his mustache before placing a hand on her waist. she threw her head back in laughter and her lips forming the word 'please' as she toyed with his collar.

you hate how you felt. you weren't his, you knew that, but you spent countless hours underneath his sheets and on top of his body and to sit here and be nonexistent made you mad, made you feel little. unfortunately, tangerine had a way of still making you want him and you know you shouldn't. it's funny, really, how his true colors shine in darkness and secrecy.

"c'mon, it wasn't like that, love," he tsked, uncrossing his arms and taking a step forward.

"but it was," you said pointedly.

tangerine sighed, running a hand through his curly hair, "y'know i'm no good at this stuff."

"i don't care if you don't want a serious relationship, tangerine. what i care about is having some respect and not being some disposable body. and what i hate the most is you keep drawing me in and you aren't even doing anything," you spoke.

it was the truth. you'd text each other how you miss the other, saying you wish you could feel him in you, or he'd say he misses your skin and you'd find your way over to his apartment. he'd greet you at the door with strong arms around your waist. most times few words were spoken before you'd find yourself in his bed with his head between your legs crying out to some foreign god.

what you hated most was standing before him now, his eyebrows pulled together and his tongue sucking at his teeth you still felt the unseen magnetic pull to him. you knew that eventually the piece of your heart that leapt into his the first time he called you angel would be broken. though, in this moment you knew after a few more bitter words and rolling eyes you'd find yourself in his arms again, and again. somehow tangerine's scarlet flags would always be washed out in the light of his room.

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[god-of-fandoms]

a scene from a wip im working on.

“Lightning is the most volatile of all the elements, Jay. You have the most training ahead of you out of all your teammates, because you will need to learn how to do the seemingly impossible: to control the storm inside of you.

This will be challenging, of course. Your powers will be strongest during moments of strong emotion, and unfortunately on the path of a ninja those are something you will face regularly. Grief, rage, joy: if unable to control your abilities, it is very likely you will lose yourself to the storm.

But know this, Jay. Out of everyone in the 16 realms, it is you and you alone who holds the potential to master lightning. You are intelligent and brave and so very strong, and I know that no matter what opponents you face or how many crises you will have to stop you will be able to stand up and keep fighting.

And that is the mark of a true ninja."

Wu's words from that day so long ago filled his head.

Jay had doubted his sensei's belief in him at first, despite the warmth that had blossomed in his chest from the speech.

After all, how could any of that be true? He was just a kid from a junkyard that had managed to somehow score an elemental power. Hell, he couldn't even control it!

As the years flew by, Jay slowly began to master his abilities. Lighting now took only the slightest effort to summon, and as his friends advanced their powers so did he.

And yet, despite training hard and focusing all of his efforts on improving his mastery, he still had the least control over his powers. Any strong emotional reaction - snapping during an argument, cheering after defeating Kai in a video game tournament, or crying over the ending of Starfarer volume 5 - resulted in him zapping himself or short circuiting any nearby electronics. And in moments when he was truly emotional? His powers wouldn't obey him, lashing out at anyone or anything near him.

It was frustrating and awful and made him cry sometimes, but this only strengthened hos resolve to do better. He found himself meditating with Wu many nights as his sensei taught him more about his abilities.

He and his friends grew older. Jay mastered his true potential, and continued training. His lighting was less volatile now, as if finally trusting its holder. He was still the worst at controlling his elemental energy, but he had mostly accepted it.

And yet.

In moments of true overwhelming emotion, his powers all but gave up on him. He had grown better at hiding it, but when it happened during battles he couldn't help but feel as if he was a failure to his team - to his family. He was supposed to be one of Ninjago's protectors, but here he was unable to do anything.

The occasions on which this happened, he would wonder why Wu ever chose him to be a ninja.

He went to his sensei about it, shortly after what had happened with the departed realm.

He explained his problems with his powers, tears burning tracks down his face as he drank the jasmine tea Wu had given him (to promote relaxation and reduce anxiety, his master had mentioned).

When he finished rambling, he waited (to be scolded? To be waved away with a scoff? To be told he was being dramatic? He honestly didn't know).

Instead, he had been surprised by a hand on his own.

"Oh, Jay," Wu had said softly, "There is nothing wrong with you. Your powers aren't broken, and you aren't failing anyone."

Jay hadn't realized he had stopped crying until those words made him start again.

Wu had explained that the reason his powers wouldn't obey him while emotional was because of how he dealt with said emotions.

"You do your best to bottle them away," his sensei scolded him lightly. "You seem to believe that you don't have the right to feel so strongly, and so you subdue those emotions. If you want to control this, you will need to truly feel that your feelings are valid."

Jay tried after that, he really did. Deep down, he knew he was allowed to feel any way he wanted, but it was hard. After all, his role on the team was the one who cracked jokes, who always had a bright outlook on life or a pun for when times were bad. If he couldn't fulfill that, what would his place even be anymore?

He explained his frustrations over the matter once again to Wu, who only had one thing to say.

"Forcing yourself to feel a certain way won't get you anywhere. The answer to this query will come to you eventually, don't worry."

And despite Jay's impatience and Wu's frustratingly vague advice, his sensei was right once again.

In the last eight months, he had been through hell and back. He was scarred and shattered.

He was filled with terror as he stood once again on the deck of the misfortune's keep, blue eyes locked with the yellow of the djinns.

The last time he had been here, those yellow eyes had been on him as well. They mocked him as he sobbed, powerless and broken, burdened by vengestone and the knowledge that he would never be the same again.

Nadakhan had ruined him. He had hurt his friends, destroyed Ninjago, and taken everything Jay had.

His hope.

His autonomy.

His freedom.

For the first time in years, Jay burned with pure unbridled rage.

And for the first time ever, his powers burned with him.

Nadakhan had ruined him.

But Jay was damned to hell if he wouldn't ruin the djinn as well.

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Hi! Sorry if this is rough - like I said its a wip and I cranked it out in like 30 minutes. Its probably very all over the place because I wrote this at three am.

I hope you enjoyed this because I enjoyed writing it!

#jay walker #ninjago #skybound #ninjago jay #ninjago skybound #Lee's fics

[coolcoolcoolbutwtf]

When asked why he doesn't display the same level of power as he did against Trigon, Shego Danny says the more power he brings forth, the closer he gets to being dead. It's true from a certain point of view

Shego was't surprised at the teens dumbfounded expressions. It truly filled him with such glee as their faces twisted with the donning realisation.

Ever since it got out that ''Shego used to be a hero'' the comments about him " joining the good side again" had ramped up!

'"Oh Shego join us and use your powers for the good"' or a remixed version of "'you have such power but you use it for evil"'. Danny had heard it all and it got tiring fast.

So yes Shego would enjoy the horror stricken Faces of the kidi-heros. Because they would. Not. Shut. Up. About. It!

The older heroes had eventually slowed down but not these little twerps. Was it because he held back too much? Should he start hitting them harder so they learned to concentrate on the God damn fight in front of them!?

It had worked great for him so it must be an effective solution!

(He thought he heard a face slap suspiciously sounding like Jazz's echo in the back of his mind.) A quiet swish followed by humming started up, right on que!

"Well brats I gotta go my ride is here and I don't want any of your twerpyness getting on me!" The kids were hit with whiplash by shego's words still and slight guilt.

Aww look at the little baby Heros feeling guilty. Constantly having forced Shego into annoying situations and forcing him into using his powers. How cute they are thinking about what they did.

He still wouldn't forget it and he sure as hell doesn't forgive them but they really are just kids. Isn't it practically teenagers' job to be annoying to adults anyway? Ah to be young again. But speaking about annoying.

"Oi, Shego stop standing around and hop on already!" His boss's filtered voice cracked to life in his com and had him flipping backwards in a rather Nightwing-esk maneuver (not that Nightwing existed quite yet in this dimension) and gave the kiddos a final wave goodbye before jumping on the revving motorcycle his boss drove. Robin looked even more shocked as the bike shot off.

Danny sighed slightly, apparently his boss still loved a flashy exit! The red helm should really have tipped him off about his dramatic nature or the heads in the duffle bag thing a while back. Or maybe future, that was the thing with interdimensional hopping!

Now what he really wanted to know was how much Red hood was going to pay him in compensation for helping out. Because the annoyances Shego would get for "helping" were going to cost Red hood dearly. Mark his words.

"Oh stop being pissy Shego."

"Fuck off Hood you aren't the one that will have to deal with the hero's and their savior complex constantly now." The laugh Danny got in return just cemented his hatred for his boss. :D

Wip of Shego Danny fighting his boss before he became his boss:b Boss was still fresh free from the LOA.

#dpxdc #evil henchmen/ assistant danny #shego danny #danny shego #i love this #shego au #Danny and red hood have that type of boss henchmen dynamic where they constantly fight #full blown fight #Tables crashing and braking #screaming and shouting #Boss was still fresh free from the LOA. #saw baby ghost core zombie Red hood #Red hood saw Shego and instantly started throwing hands #Danny proceeded to kick Jason's ass #ghost instincts #means throwing hands instantly

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Riddle, Vil: A Family Affair

Riddle’s vignettes are so… interesting?? We can see how he’s trying to take small steps to have more agency. I like to think that, very slowly, he’s coming into his own as a young man, an entity separate from his mother.

It’s nice that Riddle’s Groovy shows him in a fun pose. You’d think that someone as strict as him wouldn’t want to fly abnormally, but you can tell it's a manner that's unique to him. Riddle may be upside down like Floyd is in his own Broomquet Groovy, but you can tell that there is a marked difference between the two. Riddle’s holding bis broom in a much more secure way, which is reflective of his personality, whereas Floyd is much more precarious in his pose. It reflects their personalities well!

And now we wait for Jamil’s Birthday Platinum Jacket SSR… 👀

A Boy in Bloom, and his Flowering Future.

“What do you want to do in the coming year?”

Riddle cleared his throat and stood straight as he provided his reply. He was the model student, interviewee... and, of course, birthday boy. "I would like to expand my culinary knowledge."

Vil arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "Judging by your prompt response, I take it that you studied the interview questions and prepared suitable answers for them in advance. How like you--but what a surprise that you have a goal that isn't related to school. You're infamous for your tenacity in that regard."

"I-I am capable outside of the realm of academics too!" Riddle hastily said with a frown. “… Though I admit I may be lacking in some departments. That is precisely why I would like to dedicate time and energy to strengthening my areas of weakness.”

"Oh, please. You can't possibly be as nightmarish at cooking as..." Vil paused, shuddering, "Lilia is."

The birthday boy paled at the mention of his senior. Lilia, who left kitchens looking like a natural disaster had torn through an active warzone. Lilia, who tossed in everything under the sink and then some. Lilia, who was known across campus for all manner of food borne illnesses and poisonings.

"Surely not!!" Riddle insisted. "I know how to read and follow a recipe! The issue lies in flexibility. Trey is able to make an entire meal just from leftovers, but I wouldn't be able to do the same."

"My, if you're concerned about food waste, couldn't you simply ask Trey to teach you? I'm certain he wouldn't refuse you. That man is too nice for his own good."

"Perhaps that's true. But even so... this is a skill I'd like to learn for myself. I don't want to become overly reliant on others' strength. What I must cultivate first and foremost is my own. To that end, I plan on enrolling in more Master Chef courses during my time at NRC. There are many styles of cooking I've yet to master. For example, Trey prepares meals that are very different from that of my mother."

"How so?"

"Well..." Riddle hesitated. The way he gnawed at his lower lip reminded Vil of an anxious rabbit--a far cry from the self-assured dorm leader he knew Riddle as.

"Mother cooks with nutrition as her priority. She is very health conscious and goes out of her way to ensure that I am eating what I need. When I am studying at home, she brews tea to drink. It's rare that my entire family comes together for a meal, given that we're all busy.

"Meanwhile, Trey's food is... I can't quite put a finger on it, but it's flavorful and fun, yet balanced. The experiences are unique from my time at home. Sometimes it's something warm, hearty, and comforting like hamburger steak. Sometimes it's something hopelessly indulgent and loaded with sugar, like tarts decorated with jewel-like fruits."

"Your eyes are shining." Vil smirked. "You enjoy his cooking that much?"

"I don't understand it myself," Riddle replied, scrunching his brows. "When Trey cooks, people are lured by the smell and gather around the table, wanting to join for the meal. It happened the other day when I was to eat with him and Cater. Ace and Deuce barged in on us, and... well, I suppose it wasn't all bad. We had a delightful conversation over lunch. There's something magical about that."

"There is a different feeling to eating with others than alone," Vil agreed with a slight nod. "My father and I can hardly align our schedules, so it's rare that we can sit down and eat together. Then again, maybe it's that rarity that makes us appreciate those moments all the more."

"That's right. It's a special spell that I realized I can't reproduce. Just memorizing the recipes and recreating them... that alone isn't enough."

"Fufufu, so you want to master that kind of 'magic'. That's surprisingly cute of you."

"N-No, you're mistaken! While it's true that cooking would come in handy for entertaining guests, it'd primarily be for self-sufficiency. After all, it's not as though I can always ask Trey or my mother to cook for me." Riddle shifted from one foot to another. "Someday, I'll have to move out of my dorm as well as my house, and live independently as a fine adult."

"Yes, cooking is an essential skill for that distant future. Have you already started on making those arrangements?"

"Er, not yet. I've been looking into it, but to actually take those first physical steps is... that is, I don't know how my mother would react."

"She sounds very stern from what you've told me of her. However, every mother must let her child go eventually."

"Maybe so, but I have never known my mother to back down from her beliefs. She's... not a woman you want to challenge." Riddle's voice strained at the final word. It was the lightest way he could put it, too afraid to acknowledge the whole truth. "I've tried to get her to hear me out, but..."

"If you can't draw that line in the sand now, then when? It will only make things more difficult for you when you start live alone."

"I'm fully aware of that." He couldn't bring himself to say more.

Vil sighed, bringing a hand to his temple. "... Listen, Riddle. Think of life as a stage, and you as the actor upon it. Worried about how the audience will react to your performance, working tirelessly to hone your craft.

“When the lights dim and the cameras turn off, the staff and the audience leave the theatre. You’ll be left only with your own thoughts. The onlookers may have one impression of you—but when the curtains fall, so long as you are proud of who you are away from the public eye, that, I think, is a sign of true maturity.

“If it’s courage and confidence that you seek, then you must work toward it. Never let your eyes stray from it. Even should the world deprive you of a happy ending, you must claw for it, believing that, someday, it will be yours.”

“Vil-senpai… Is this your way of encouraging me to see my goals through to the very end?”

His upperclassman scoffed. Thin, soft—like a rose petal, almost imperceptible as it passed upon a breeze.

“Think of it what your will. I merely speak from my own experience,” Vil replied. “We are both prideful NRC students at our very cores. Standing strong on our own two feet is something we all desire. That we can one day recognize that dream… It goes for us all.”

“Recognizing a dream, hm?”

How curious. I wondered not too long ago if it was really possible. Now, here I am, taking those first, small baby steps. A world where I can think for myself, live by my own rules… It sounds like a wonderland within my reach.

Soon, but not yet.

“… One day,” Riddle whispered to himself. “One day, I’ll be the person I want to be.”

Not the person I’m told to be.

A palm came against his back—a pat from Vil. “Really, I thought the dorm leader of Heartslabyul would know better than to mumble. You’re usually so good at barking at your card soldiers. Do remember to speak up—now, and forevermore.”

“I don’t recall asking for your advice.” Riddle brushed off his touch, stepping forward with his broom at the ready. Still, he chuckled. “… But yes, I will work on gathering my courage so that I may be comfortable leaving the nest. Thank you for your concern, senpai.”

“Ara, what cheek.” Vil tossed his golden locks. “If I’m to share the stage with you, then of course your skills must be on par with mine. Don’t you dare disappoint me, understood?”

“Hmph, when have I ever been the type to fall short of meeting expectations? Observe.”

Riddle confidently mounted his broom, assuming the position he had practiced many times over. There was a diagram of this exact pose in the mountain of textbooks he had in his dorm room. Straddling the handle between the legs, arms straight and steady, one hand gripped over the other, elbows locked.

He could have been the textbook diagram himself.

When Riddle looked up, he saw the vast sky, sunlight spilling across the sea that surrounded the island. Sunset on its way to soon paint the day with darkness.

The sky… It connects many different places and people. The future is stretching out before me, chalk full of possibilities.

Then… I can try, can I? To soar, to break free. Just this once…!!

Riddle’s hold on his broom tightened.

He called forth his magic, letting it pool around him in a shower of scarlet sparkles. The power collected, coalescing as a tingling warmth dancing across his skin, until he at last unleashed it in one burst. Like a cap popped off on a bottle.

Riddle buckled off, propelling into the air in a corkscrew motion. Rose petals fell free from his bouquet, perfuming the summer sky with them.

“Whew…!”

He stopped spinning, flying forward upside down. The world shifted, shapes and colors rearranging into a new perspective. His head and vision spun, seemingly colliding all of his senses against one another.

A moment or two later, and they had rattled neatly into place.

Riddle looked again, taking it all in. Rich gold dappling the grand spires of Night Raven College, the honeyed aroma of roses, the wind from on high tickling his lashes. The delicious freedom of flying freely.

“… Hah.”

Who knew it could taste so sweet?

#twst #twisted wonderland #Riddle Rosehearts #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #Vil Schoenheit #twisted wonderland scenarios #disney twisted wonderland #spoilers #Riddle birthday takeover #something no one asked for

[white-poppie]

Pure Imagination

Request: Hello!! Can I request a soulmate AU with Killua, Kurapika, Feitan and Chrollo where they finally meet their soulmate?

Poppie note: Happy Yorknew Day! The smile on my face whenever someone requests something for Kurapika 🤎. Soulmate AUs are one of my favourite things to write, too much fluff, but you know what I love even more? The bittersweet feeling :))

Pairing: Killua, Feitan, Chrollo, Kurapika with Gn! reader

Hunter x Hunter (ハンタ x ハンタ)

𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚

AU: you share scars/whatever you draw on your body with your soulmate.

This wasn't the first time Killua was meeting you.

The first time he crossed paths with you was 6 years ago; when he was 8. He felt as if time had stopped for him. There was this dull ache in his chest, pounding against his vessels, coiling in the maze of his stomach, only to be taut again when he realised that his family would kill you.

The tiny scar on his palm, a tiny and irregular shape, indeed no one else could have it. He was on an assassination mission with Illumi, hiding in a shop; he rushed out when he saw the target, only to bump into you.

He apologized and helped you up, gasping at the sight of the scar, and before you could question him about his reaction, he was gone.

After a few hours, for the first time your soulmate sent a marking on your arm, "I saw you today, wait for me. I will come back for you.--Killua Zoldyck."

It didn't take you long to figure out, your soulmate was no one other than the Albino boy. Since then he slowly sent you small messages, until today. Today, you received an address.

"Hi," he breathed shakily, feeling that giddiness and longing all over again, his hair was more settled down and his height had increased a little, "...hi soulmate...I mean Y/N."

You gulped and bit your lip to stop yourself from crying out, "Hey Killua."

Finding the most courage he could muster, he shakily took your hand in his. He was here to stay, he wouldn't leave, never again.

𝐅𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧

AU: The first words that your soulmate says to you are on your wrist.

Your friend was an asshole.

He took money from some infamous troupe and now you were being questioned by a tall blonde woman and a guy who looked like a samurai in a dark dungeon, tied up to a pole.

"I told you, I really don't know where he is or where he kept the money, I didn't even know he was involved in this stuff!" you cried out frustratedly.

The blonde woman sighed and called for one of her subordinates, "Feitan!"

"Take it from here," she clicked the heel of her stilettoes.

The raven-haired man breathed in annoyance and sat in front of you. His dragon-monolid eyes, scratched the very core of your being, tantalizingly.

"So, what do we have here?" he said to you and a strangled gasp of pain left your throat--the pain on your wrist, it was burning.

His eyebrows scrunched into a thin line, "what the hell are you doing?"

"My wrist...it hurts so bad!" you cried out and Feitan's eyes widened in surprise, those words were too familiar for his liking. He looked down to his wrist, to see the marks fading away with a slight sting.

It didn't hurt as much as you were whining, you had to be one of the sensitive types then, his favourite~.

"To think I would meet you here, out of all places," he said breathlessly, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that scared you, "hey there soulmate, you and I are going to have a fun time~"

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨

AU: Red string of Fate

Chrollo looked at his Rado wristwatch for the nth time today. He wasn't used to it, the calmness. The non-rushed routine of work. All the members of the tropes were gone for a mission and he was free for the day, so he decided to go for a walk along the coast.

Chrollo, although hated to admit it, was still waiting for his soulmate. He was past the age, true, but a man can dream, right?

The small red string on his pinky was always so loose. Indicating that you were far away.

For the last few weeks, it itched due to the incredible tautness, his palms fell clammy with each shortened length of the string. He could simply wait for you to come...maybe you might, maybe you won't.

But my oh my! You were killing him with the wait!

Chrollo ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath and before he could think...he was running in the direction of the string.

He ran and ran, a faint drizzle came that soaked his clothes wet and stuck his raven hair to his forehead.

He had been a coward for far too long now, he wasn't going to stop anymore.

He came to stop when he saw the string end, looking up he saw you crouched to a small box on the corner of the road.

You felt a tug on your side of the string and looked at the man.

"What took you so long?" he asked breathlessly due to all the running.

"Cat," you picked up the feline from the box and showed it to him.

"Huh?" Oh man, his poor heart, you were too cute!

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐚

AU: you can see your soulmate's emotions through a ring on your finger. The colour changes to pink when you meet your soulmate

Blue. Your soulmate ring almost never changed its colour. When it did, it was for the worse only. For as long as you can remember, your ring had always been Blue, Dark Blue or Red.

Melancholy, Depression or Rage. You have never seen any positive colour on your soulmate ring. Your heart ached for him, for a person you had never met.

The ring was getting warm. He was close, your soulmate was close, but he could be anywhere! Your eyes searched frantically for him, this was your last chance to meet him.

Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. You sighed and sat exhausted on a bench, holding your head in your arms, you twiddled with the ring.

A blond boy was sitting next to you. On one hand, he had multiple silver rings while on another he had one singular--the colour of his ring hadn't changed too: orange, frustration.

You looked back at your ring. It was dark blue in colour. Your throat felt dry like a desert when you looked at it...you were looking forward to it.

Your dry throat soon let out a gasp when you saw the blue morph into pink. Your expression was returned by the blond boy next to you. His ring turning pink too.

Your lips trembled when you looked at him. Shocked by how such a frail body could be the temple of such heart-wrenching emotions.

His eyes were glossy as he looked at you, voice-cracking as he spoke, "Hi I am Kurapika -hmph!"

And before he could've completed his sentence, you embraced him in the tightest hug possible.

His heart was palpitating out of his chest and it took him a while to relax into the hug. That's right, you were his soulmate after all.

You were going to be there for him, making sure that he never felt those wretched emotions again.

A/N: mann I am so in love with Kurapika :,)

Tags: @akumicchi @jazzylove @futuristicallykawaiiturtle @kristaline2dmensimp @rintaroubby @nanaseishiro

Hunter x Hunter (ハンタ x ハンタ)

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[kanmom51]

JK live 5 June 2023 7:03 am KST

Cr./ The creators of the media used in this post.

First thing first - we address the elephant in the room. JK cut his hair!

It's only a trim. Keep telling yourself that. Only a trim.

Breath in, breath out...

But I'm telling you, if he shows up soon with another "just a trim" I'm going to literally lose it. 😭😭

Now after we addressed that are we ok to move on? K?

This my peeps is a close to 2 hour live. I ain't gonna and can't talk about every single thing this man talked about. Not when JK was in such a chatty mood. Nope. No can do. In any case you should be running to watch this, cause the man is friggin adorable, and no matter how many times I say it or describe it, which I definitely will, it's no comparison to seeing him yourself.

JK is happy.

This is the second live we can see that figurative jump in his step.

The man is super chatty, sharing stuff that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't supposed to share (or another theory is that he's done this so his bf doesn't have to talk about that certain thing he promised us he will talk about in his next live...). He's also being an utter brat, and I am loving every single moment of it.

Figures.

I'm putting this here now.

Why, you ask?

Because you remember those Feb 2023 lives? You know, the ones where we felt something was off? When I said it looks like he was struggling, he's off quilter for lack of structure and support?

Well my friends, it looks like our JK is back. With his more or less set schedule. With his Jiminie by his side to be his anchor and his catalyst all in one.

Did I tell you yet how much I love this man?

shhhh, JK wants to set up a movie date with us. Don't tell the company about it though...

The whole conversation is happening but it's literally him just thinking out loud, hilarious.

JK brain power. That man is something so so special. The time and effort it took him to try to figure out what time he will be eating lunch when his dermatologist appointment is at 11 am and he has a workout straight after that. He's hilarious.

It was 1:30 pm. That's what his final result, btw, lol.

Mingyu and the Super dance challenge

I had a whole thing written in my vanishing post about Mingyu and how JK said he'd called him but that he's not serious. Speculating if this will ever come to pass.

Well, looks like JK decided to take things into his own hands now, didn't he?

JK caught him by surprise, so much so that Mingyu did the challenge in his socks. My guess is that JK is telling us all, including the higher ups, that doing this, dance challenges, is going to be on his terms. When he wants. Where he wants. With whoever he wants.

JK being JK

I love how JK tells it how it is.

He reads through the comments, says army is cute and will never change. interacts with comments. Answers questions. But he also isn't afraid to call bull, lol.

For example, loved his reaction to the comment "I'm not going to breath until you read this".

Being savage without being savage, lol.

The rainy day fight

D'ya think I wouldn't talk about this one? No way, no where, no how.

Do we ignore the fact that JK literally scrolled back when seeing the comment?

Nope. I don't think so.

JK saw the comment just run by, and he scrolled back cause he wanted to see it properly, and once he read it, well, of course, answer it. Idk what caught his attention there. Was it the account name? I saw talk and an actual clip showing that from the name it was a clear Jikook account. But then again, saw somewhere else mention that might not be true. This is one I'm not 100% sure about, so will leave it open with a question mark.

Anyway, that smile when reading the comment.

That last one was him reading the comment, not him commenting on if JM is or isn't doing a live.

But in saying that, JK with that smirk,

knew that JM ain't gonna be telling no rainy day story, so he might as well, lol.

The difference between JK describing it and JM, lol.

JM's short version:

JK's is a more lengthy one, although at the end of the day, if you pay attention, you realise that JK didn't tell us what they actually fought about, or more so, what was it that he said to JM to have JM tell him he's on his own from there on...

So, let's talk a bit about the fight, why don't we?

First thing first, JK puts a timeline on the fight, it being during their trainee days. That gives us a clearer time stamp, which would be anywhere between mid 2012 to a day before debut, which is 13 June 2013.

Now, you may ask why is it that JM was so off with the dates? And more so, why didn't JK correct him?

To the first question I say that this fight was way more impactful for JK than it was for JM. JK was the one who wrote a song referencing it. JK is the one that brought it up to start with during Festa 2020, and it took JM a few seconds to register and remember it. He was kind of caught off guard and could have just messed up the on the spot math, or he could have forgotten exactly when it took place.

To the second question I say that possibly JK didn't want to correct JM in front of the cameras, that the timing was less important for him to talk about and more so the fight and the making up. Or, he didn't want to correct him to stop the flow of JM's story telling, or just didn't want to correct him in front of the others, or he did the math wrong too, lol.

Now that we have cleared up the timeline, pre-debut days, let's talk about the fact that the other members clearly did not know about this fight, including Hobi.

This was a fight that happened between the two. Something that had a profound impact on JK. So much so he referenced it in a song. So much so he brought it up to apologise for it once again in during the Festa dinner.

But as impactful as it was for JK, I feel like it didn't have the same affect on JM. Not that it wasn't memorable, because it was, we saw it was, but it wasn't life changing for him as it was for JK. Yes, I think it was life changing for JK.

So, what are my thoughts about why this fight was so etched in JK's mind, so carved into his consciousness, so much so he literally wrote a song about it (that is a hill I am willing to die on) and brought it up in Festa 2020, years later, with so much water under the bridge since then?

All while I don't think it meant the same to JM? Yes he remembered it. Yes it was emotional for him. But it wasn't as impactful as it was for JK.

I am willing to go as far as to state that I feel that this fight was teenager JK's eureka moment as to how important JM was to him. And please do not get me wrong, this is not about JK crushing on JM or realising he is attracted to him. Not then. Not yet. This is way back in 2012-13. But this is about JK realizing that he needs JM. That he wants him by his side, he wants him close as a close friend, as someone to look up to, someone to help guide him, someone to care for him, someone to look out for him, someone who can understand him.

Do we remember this?

Because of Still with you, because JK brought this up 7 years after it happened, because of JK's facial expressions while talking about it, this was a truly meaningful moment for him, in my opinion perhaps the moment where their friendship shifted for JK or more so solidified.

You know what they say? When you think you lost someone is also when you understand just how important they are to you. It takes losing them for you to realise just how important they were to you.

As for JM, well he always had a soft spot for JK. His behaviour through this also shows us that. He didn't scold JK in front of the others, respected him enough to take him aside and try to talk to him. Although he walked out, he answered JK's phone call and straight away went into carer mode. He forgave him pretty much immediately and was almost as emotional as JK was (crying hugging). So yes, it was a fight to remember (he does once JK reminds him of it) but it wasn't as impactful on JM as it was on JK because maybe for him it didn't change the way he felt about JK, while for JK it was, as I mentioned, a moment of clarity, of understanding.

Lee Mujin's Limousine Service April Fool's day - the JM episode.

Well, the episode shows up on JK's YT. Surprise surprise? Not really, lol.

JK's initial statement is that he should watch that...not that he hasn't seen it yet. And why the distinction you may ask? Well, because his behaviour during this was a little puzzling. On the one hand he does things like FF the episode and avoids Lee Mujin calling JM oppa, and you can't think that this was unconsciously done. Or he imitates JM down to the nose touch and it feels like this was not the first time he's seeing this. All while on the other hand his reactions at the start of the episode seem to be of someone watching the episode for the very first time.

Is it possible that JK's oh so accurate imitations stem from him knowing JM oh so well? Down to the nose touch? Of course it is. I mean those two are fully in tune. We've seen so many moments where it's like this is the same person, same brain. So, definitley a possiblity.

Either way, the look on his face and his reactions never lie when it comes to JM.

JK sings Like crazy with JM.

First time he does this. Watch Like crazy with us and join in on the singing. And it's so beautiful.

Do we talk about it? Why it's taken him so long to do this?

Well, obviously I can't know for sure, but I do think that this one is an emotional one for JK.

This song is about JM's struggles during the pandemic. He told us so. Struggles that JK clearly witnessed. Struggles that JK clearly experienced with him. Struggles that JK probably also tried to help him cope with. Obviously this was not an easy time, and if this song was a type of release for JM, for JK it might be reliving something that is still weighing on him. A reminder of helplessness. Of not being able to help JM through. A reminder of the coping mechanisms. A reminder of not being enough.

But that isn't to say JK doesn't love the song. You can see how it does make him emotional, closing his eyes as he sings "you and I" and in several other moments during the song, including towards the end.

And maybe he wasn't ready to show us that just yet in his previous lives.

He was now.

And again, showing us he does like the song, he hums Like crazy again later on in the live.

JK is JM's happy place. That is part of his love language. He makes JM laugh, and many times it's by being his bratty cheeky self.

JK makes JM laugh. In JM's own words, he's his happy virus.

This part is funny and cute and JK just being JK by imitating JM.

And this time it's all about having fun, but JK as a whole mimics JM, not only for fun, but also as a compass, a guide as to how to behave or react. We saw him do it a lot in the younger years. JK wasn't joking when he told JM he's watching him, lol. We certainly do have the receipts for that one.

He has been doing this since forever. So very neuro divergent of him.

@jikookotters said to me after this live that JM should release a book - "My life with a brat".

and

Well, it has bestseller written all over it, guaranteed.

LMAO.

All fun aside, I'd say it's a small price to pay. You know, having a bratty bf that brings a smile to your face in the process. Same man that looks at you like this:

For the whole world to see.

Literally the whole world, having millions of people just sitting there watching him watch JM and melt.

Songs JK listened to and sang for us:

Traffic light - Lee Mujin

Wasurenai TANAKA

Jay Park yesterday (Omg, the lyrics...)

Your love's the sweetest sound Around you, my heart just pounds Your touch, I'll write it down So high, I can't come down Was hopeless, took notice Baby, like a siren, mm, and you gave me faith, oh You're the answer, all my problems solved Life with you is so beautiful, I won't trade it away I was lost but found my purpose now I'm glad you're keepin' me around, I won't trade it away Whether I'm up or down or I wear no crown Love me the same way, the same way you did as yesterday Whether I'm rich or poor, just call me yours Love me the samе way, the same way you did as yestеrday Oh-oh, oh-oh Did as yesterday Your smile is all I need Without you, these lungs can't breathe I'd fall from the sky for you Wanna do better and thrive for you Was hopeless, took notice Baby, like a siren, oh-oh, and you gave me faith You're the answer, all my problems solved Life with you is so beautiful, I won't trade it away I was lost but found my purpose now I'm glad you're keepin' me around, and I won't trade it away Whether I'm up or down or I wear no crown Love me the same way, the same way you did as yesterday Whether I'm rich or poor, just call me yours Love me the same way, the same way you did as yesterday Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh

I know he's a problematic person, but that song, I definitley get why JK likes it.

I have seen many are worried this is a precursor for him having a collab with Jay Park (we did see JK in his studio last year), and that very well may be. We will just have to wait and see about that.

JK also watched "JK vocals I liked", well tried watching and gave up in the middle because The best of me on replay was just too much for him.

And his G-Dragon imitations, lol.

This was in no way him dissing G-Dragon. This was him being a fan of the man, something he has also shared with us in the past.

OK, Is it time to address the other elephant in the room?

JK's unwillingness to sing a BTS song...lol.

Maybe better not🤣🤣

JK's goodbye to us.

Questions to ask ourselves after watching the live:

Is someone going to explain to JK why the comments are disappearing?

What is JK working on his English super hard for? He makes a point of telling us multiple times during the live that he's working on it hard... I doubt it's only for his TikTok narration for Take two...there is more coming from JK. Question is what and when? Hopefully soon.

So why did JK want us to know about the book he's going to be reading? JK made a point at the start of the live to grab the book and place it on the table in front of him, later to show us the book and tell us he bought it and will read it. Why did JK want us to know about Michelle Zauner or her book? Collab? This is a bit of a stretch, well ok, a huge stretch, but could it be because Michelle Zauner, an openly bisexual woman, married her bandmate Peter Bradley back in 2014? So many questions...

How many times does JK have to mention JM while talking about the rainy day fight?

What was up with JK's glasses? He clearly told us that he needs them. And he was also about to get up go get them, but then stopped and said he's too lazy. But was that it? Really? Or did he just remember/realise that he forgot his glasses at that very place he came from shortly prior to the live? You know, the same place he came from arriving at Brunnen and placing his jacket (is that a motorcycle riders jacket?) on the sofa. Same Jacket he moved aside so maybe we don't notice it too much.

JK getting the book and moving the jacket:

Will we be seeing JK at one of Yoongi's Seoul concerts? Did Yoongi see the live, hear JK's request for a formal invitation up on stage? Lol. JK did say that if Yoongi asks him up, he'll do it... Oh, and do we buy concert tickets for the streaming with those prices???

What's up with JK's YT algorithm?

Do I bring this up again?

Yeah, I guess that explains the algorithm with all the cooking and JM going on there...

Kookie, your obsessions are showing...

What was it with the guitar JK left out to tell us that he's not practicing at all although he should be? At first I thought it might have something to do with JM's acoustic performance, Letter with the guitar, you know, being the JM spoiler king and all.

But now that Take two is out, I can't help but consider perhaps this time it wasn't about JM but more about Take two... the opening guitar. Although (yes, this is me flip flopping here) the opening guitar in Take two is an electric guitar... So yeah, no idea.

Do his neighbours, by this point, have Hybe on speed dial? I mean, I'd love to have JK as a neighbour, I really would? Nah, I lie. I love JK, you know I do, but my god, the noise that man makes, I would be hospitalized by now for sleep deprivation. And the creepy creeps that are out and about looking for him? Nah. Love him, but would rather not be his neighbour, lol.

And last but not least what so ever - why the heck is this man so utterly adorable? This man that on stage is a lean mean killing machine (well, most of the time). How can that be the same person? HOW?

Once again JK has come to us, in his time and on his terms. And once again he's shown us in few words and many actions just how much he loves and appreciates army, and how much he loves JM. He does what he does, says what he says, within the limitations, showing us all his love and support for JM.

He's so friggin loud even those that are unwilling to see are having difficulty ignoring it.

So, are we taking bets on when we're going to be getting him live next? And will we finally be getting a JK Letter sing along? Now that we have an official Letter (Dear.Army) release on YT that is. Now, wouldn't that be an interesting one?

#Jungkook #JK #JK Live #Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jimin #JM #Youtube

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I Choose Her | Chp: 6

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of two known death eaters from one of the oldest and richest families in the wizarding world. Are you truly prepared to give up everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 3.4k

Warnings: smut, nsfw, use of homophobic slur, angst, reader receiving, top!reader, draco malfoy sympathiser

Note: first and foremost, i'm starting a taglist for this fic so if i u wanna be added do leave a comment!

secondly, gonna just be honest with y'all and say this is probably gonna be the last happy hermione x reader chapter for awhile bc it gets dark from here on out so brace yourselves

(also sorry to play into the cliche jealousy trope but i had so much fun writing it so im not totally sorry )

anyway this is a hefty chapter i hope u enjoy!

You felt a touch on your arm, opening your eyes you expected to be met with the sight of Hermione. She had refused to leave your side the past few days you had spent in the infirmary.

To your surprise, you're met with steely blue eyes instead. Draco is sat by your bedside, uncharacteristically soft gaze plastered across his face.

Your chest constricts at the sight, this was the Draco you remember.

"Hey" The platinum haired boy whispers, a sheepish smirk forming.

"Hi." You reply, mimicking his expression.

"How are you feeling?"

"I don't feel much of anything really, with all the numbing charms Hermione's put on me." You quip.

You joke but you're eternally grateful to your girlfriend for her unconditional care for you.

You swear sometimes she is too good to be true.

Draco breaks your gaze and lets out a chuckle.

"She seems to really care about you." He says earnestly.

"I'm lucky to have her."

You watch as Draco's face contorts, an undistinguishable expression, embarrassment perhaps, or guilt.

"Maybe I've been a bit too hard on her."

Amused, you let out a sharp breath through your nose.

"A bit?"

Your bestfriend merely smiles knowingly, allowing you the satisfaction to take that jab at him.

"Listen, I'm really sorry. If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have gotten injured." Draco starts and you lift your hand up gesturing for him to stop speaking.

"Don't even start with that." You assert.

"I would give my life for you. You know this."

Draco diverts his eyes again, as if it pained him to look at you.

"I wish you wouldn't. I don't deserve that." His voice trembles, you fear that he's about to cry.

"Draco-"

He shakes his head, almost pleading for you to stop talking.

"Harry was right."

Your eyebrows furrow, taken aback at the sudden confession.

"Right about what?"

"I gave Katie that cursed necklace." Draco admits, timidly fiddling with his fingers. He is afraid of your response.

"Why on earth-"

You are interrupted by Draco pulling up his sleeve, revealing the dark mark that's been etched into his arm.

"Oh."

You take a few moments to deliberate a response. A sudden rage overcoming you. Angry at the dark lord's cowardice. Forcing an unsuspecting boy. A boy eager to prove his worth, to do his bidding. You were not shocked at Draco's reasoning, ofcourse he threatened to harm his family. You expected nothing less from Voldermort.

"You dont have to explain yourself to me. Circumstances aren't granting you much of a choice right now, Draco."

"I can't convince you of what you deserve, but the truth of it is that you are my brother. I will always have your back."

He looks at you astounded, Draco really expected you to condemn him. You felt a sudden urge to wrap him into an embrace, you would've done so if only moving wasn't difficult for you.

He lets out a relieved sigh. Eventually letting his head fall, he rests it by your arm on the bed.

You sat with him in silence for a few moments before you decided to speak again.

"Well, since we're being honest. I should let you know, I've made my choice. I'll become a death eater. I'll join you."

Sick to your stomach, saying those words felt utterly wrong. Yet for Hermione's safety, you had to play the part. Whatever it takes.

Draco lifts his head and doesn't attempt to hide his surprise, before eventually nodding in understanding.

You had little choice in the matter, same as him.

He grabs your hand, almost a silent gesture of moral support.

"What are you going to tell her?"

You shrug, defeated.

"The truth, I suppose."

You are awoken again this time by the nurse's hand hovering over your forehead.

You glance over to see the morning sun peaking in through the windows.

"Your fever has subsided. Any pain?"

You attempt to sit up and felt sore in your abdomen, but nothing you couldn't handle.

"No pain."

"Very well, do have your breakfast here first Miss Y/n and then you are free to go."

The nurse says and you allow a half smile. You were just excited to finally spend time with Hermione anywhere else but in the infirmary.

As if on cue, your girlfriend walks in greeting you with a grin.

"Ah Miss Granger, I have discharged her." The nurse says, gesturing to you.

"However, do make sure she doesn't take part in any strenuous activities for the next few days. Better to be safe." Your girlfriend nods and the nurse takes her leave.

"Hi gorgeous." You say as you watch a blush form on Hermione's face at your compliment.

Your girlfriend leans down and gives you a quick peck on the lips.

"Are you really feeling better? Or are you just saying that to get out of here quicker?" The brown haired girl remarks and you fight the urge to purse your lips, she knows you too well.

"No I really am feeling better, see?" You stand up quickly and stretched your body obnoxiously, before punching the air pretending to fight an invisible man.

Hermione laughs before grabbing your arms to still your movements.

"Okay very funny, be careful don't hurt yourself."

It was a Saturday afternoon and Hermione naturally insisted on spending her time studying. She had also made quick work of putting you on bed rest. Ignoring your efforts of convincing her that you felt fine.

You are sat on her bed mindlessly flipping through a book, incapable of focusing on the words on the page. You look up and watch for several minutes as your girlfriend sits at her desk, reading through her history of magic textbook and taking notes.

It was the weekend, Hermione never allowed herself time to relax.

You let out a loud sigh, at an attempt to get your girlfriend's attention. She continues scribbling away at her book.

That's enough, you had to take matters into your own hands.

You get up from the bed and walk towards her, Hermione too busy to notice you were now stood behind her.

Leaning down you placed a quick kiss against her shoulder. Your girlfriend hums in response but makes no effort at acknowledging you otherwise.

You take it one step further, placing another kiss on her neck. This time you hear her breathe in sharply. Your mouth lingers over her neck and you place another open mouthed kiss against it. You quickly trail your tongue up settling over her ear. Hermione releases another trembling breath.

"Y/n." She warns and you merely smirk in response.

"I'm trying to study and you need to rest."

You groan, settling your arms on either side of her chair, you quickly swivel it turning Hermione around to face you.

She lets out a gasp before you leaned down, capturing her lips with yours. You kiss her deeply, she kisses you back the same not protesting.

For a few moments you are standing there, making out with your girlfriend. You pull away and watched as Hermione's chest heaved, trying to control her breathing.

You swiftly kneeled down infront of her and moved your hand to the hem of her jeans, attempting to unbutton them before Hermione grabbed your hand, stopping you.

You glance up meeting your girlfriend's stern gaze.

"No strenuous activities, remember?" The shorter girl scolds.

A sly smirk across your face, you move your face up to kiss your girlfriend again.

"This isn't strenuous." You say in between kisses.

"It's rather relaxing." You kiss her again, before moving to place a kiss on her ear.

"For both of us I'd say" You whisper as your mouth hovered over her ear.

You watch as Hermione takes her bottom lip in between her teeth. She's trying so hard to resist you.

"No." Your girlfriend finally breathes out. She places her hands on your shoulders shoving you away.

"No sex until you feel better."

A pout forming on your face.

"I am feeling better!" You almost shout.

Hermione says nothing in response, placing a quick kiss against your lips before moving her chair, she turns to face her desk again.

You let out another groan eventually giving up, you stand and make your way back to the bed.

"Although," Hermione voices, stopping you in your tracks.

"Slughorn's having his Christmas party tonight, I didn't plan on going but since you are clearly feeling better.."  Hermione pauses.

"Will you come with me?"

Your expectant expression turned to a dissapointed one.

"Oh"

"That really isn't the same as sex, is it?"

Hermione lets out laugh as she gets up from her chair, walking towards you she wraps both her arms around your neck.

"Not quite." "So will you accompany me please?" Your girlfriend asks you again.

"It would be my honour."

Dull was an understatement. This was the worst party you had ever been to.

To make matters worse, Mclaggen had been making eyes at your girlfriend all night.

Hermione had perfected the art of ignoring the twat, she mostly focused her attention on you and engaged in conversation with Ginny.

You walk over to the buffet table to grab another drink. You took out your wand, secretly reciting a spell to add alcohol into your glass. You quickly downed the glass of the spiked fruitpunch before taking another glassful. You moved it up to your lips but was interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Get you hands off me you filthy squib!" Draco insults.

"I found this one lurking in the upstairs corridor, he claims to have been invited." Mr Filch announces and the room goes quiet.

"Okay, I was gatecrashing! Happy?" The platinum haired boy admits, annoyed. He shifts his gaze meeting yours for a moment before looking at Professor Snape, who was now stood before him.

"I'll escort him out." The professor merely states and Filch harshly lets go of Draco's arm.

You watched as they made their way out. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. What the hell is Draco up to?

"Okay carry on! carry on!" Slughorn exclaims in between awkward laughs attempting for everyone to resume the party.

If you didn't know any better you'd make a remark to him about Draco's interruption being the only interesting part of this night.

You glance over at Ginny and noticed Hermione was no longer with her.

Scanning the room for your girlfriend you spot her in the far corner. Cormac's hand on her waist, she looks visibly uncomfortable with her hand on his chest clearly trying to push him away.

Anger overcoming you. The Gryffindor boy just couldn't take no for an answer.

You stormed towards them, before Cormac could realise you had harshly grabbed his shirt, shoving him onto the ground.

"How many times does she have to say no to you for you to get the message?" You shouted.

A shit eating grin on his face, he stands up dusting himself off.

"We were just talking" Cormac lies, you wanted to smack the smirk right off his face.

"Just stay away from her. Or I swear I will kill you." It took everything in you not to lunge at him.

You turn towards Hermione, her hand grasping your arm.

"Are you alright?" Your girlfriend quickly nods.

"Come on let's just go." She tugs your arm but you were stopped by Cormac's voice behind you.

"You know you don't scare me, dyke."

Without a moment's thought you lunged towards him, your fist making contact with his face. He's thrown backwards and he falls to the ground again.

You hear Hermione gasp before feeling her hand on your arm again she is grasping you tightly this time.

"I dare you to say it again!" Fishing your wand out of your pocket, you're now shaking with anger as you point it at him.

"Please Y/n let's go, just leave him." Hermione pleads and you comply.

"Episkey" Hermione waves her wand over your knuckles, the pain from it quickly subsiding.

You watch as Hermione walks toward her desk grabbing an empty ziplock bag. She waves her wand over it and you see ice slowly forming. She grabs it and hands it to you.

"Can't be too sure" she shrugs.

You place the ice pack on your knuckles and move backwards, resting your back against her cupboard.

Your girlfriend stares at you, unreadable expression. Your guess is she's upset with you.

"Hermione, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lost my temper like that. I just hate that he won't leave you alone-"

The shorter girl quickly silences you with a kiss. You kiss her back after the intial shock dissipates. Hermione deepens the kiss her hands against your chest, pushing you further back against the cupboard. Her tongue enters your mouth and you drop the ice pack, hand settling on her waist pulling her impossibly closer.

You move your head, ending the kiss. You watch as Hermione chases your lips but eventually opens her eyes to meet your gaze.

"Are you not upset with me?" Your voice low.

Your girlfriend smirks and shakes her head before leaning in to place a kiss on the corner of your mouth. Hermione tilts her head to now plant a kiss on your neck, you feel her nip at your skin slightly before placing a wet kiss on it making a gasp escape your lips.

The shorter girl pulls back and looks at you with a darkened gaze, she bites her lip. You feel her hands move to the hem of your pants and she starts to undo your belt.

You are paralysed for a moment, staring at her in awe. Your girlfriend was truly captivating, especially in moments like these.

Eye contact remains between the two of you as Hermione begins to pull down your pants, she gets down on her knees and your mouth falls open slightly in anticipation. Nothing has happened yet but you felt it was impossible to catch your breath.

Hermione tugs your underwear down and looks up at you expectantly as if asking for permission.

You nod, a little too enthusiastically watching as her mouth comes in contact with your center. You let out a moan, throwing your head back, days of pent up sexual frustration now being released as Hermione's mouth worked her way at you.

You pant, your girlfriend's skilled tongue moving against you making it impossible for you to think coherently.

"Fuck, baby you're so good at that."

You choke out, in between pants. This seemed to spur Hermione on as she moves her head, mouth pressing harder against your core. You can feel your climax approaching, embarrassingly fast.

Hermione moves her hand, grabbing your ass she pulls you even closer and you feel her tongue push into your entrance, this becomes your undoing.

You cum hard into her mouth, knees buckling instantaneously your girlfriend moves her hands to either side of your hips, preventing you from falling to the floor.

"Come here." You grab her arm pulling her up you kiss her hungrily, tasting yourself.

Your hand moves to unzip her dress and she lets you pull it over her head. Quickly you unclasp her bra, your hand coming in contact with her breasts you start kneading as Hermione's breathing gets louder and heavier. She grabs the back of your neck pulling your head down to her chest. You obey and take one her nipples into your mouth. You began sucking and the smaller girl lets out a desperate moan.

You lifted your head moving your mouth away, she whines at the lost of contact but you don't give her the chance to verbally protest as you quickly hoist her up, one hand under her thigh. Hermione's legs wrap around your waist reflexively as she grips the back of your neck. You move her backwards dropping her on the bed rather harshly.

You needed to have her now.

You capture her lips into a deep kiss and a moan spills out of her lips your hands finding her breasts, you knead them again.

Without warning you moved your hand to her waist, flipping her over Hermione is now on her stomach.

Your girlfriend lets out a gasp. You swiftly grabbed the hem of her panties, taking them off her. Hermione was now laying before you on her stomach completely naked.

You roughly pulled her up so she was now on her knees, her dripping core at full display.

You put two fingers into your mouth, lubricating them before moving it to your girlfriend's entrance. Hermione mewls at the feeling of your fingers against her bare pussy.

She moves her hips back at a desperate attempt to feel more of you.

"Please." Hermione chokes out.

"Hm?" You decided to tease.

"Tell me what you need baby, use your words."

"Please" She says again, her voice trembling with need.

"Y/n please. I need your fingers inside."

You push your fingers into her, met with no resistance as her core was dripping wet.

Hermione lets out a loud moan at the feeling of your fingers inside her. You slowly pulled out of her before pumping back into her until you were knuckle deep.

You kept the same momentum until you felt your girlfriend's walls tighten against your fingers, she was close.

Her moans growing more obscene, you lean forward gripping her hair, pulling her into a kiss, muting her sounds of pleasure.

You disconnected the kiss and Hermione moans loudly at the feeling of you harshly gripping her hair. You then moved your hand to clasp it over her mouth.

"Always so fucking loud." You growl into her ear as you continued to pump your fingers deeply in and out of her.

You watch as Hermione's eyes roll to the back of her head. Her walls constrict painfully against your fingers as she comes undone.

You pull your fingers out of her and Hermione falls forward. She lays limp on the bed panting heavily, trying to recover from the intense orgasm you just gave her.

You let out a chuckle.

"I'm not done with you yet."

You're laying in bed, Hermione's head against your bare chest. She has her hand in yours as she occasionally moved her fingers to fidget with your Slytherin crest ring.

Suddenly you remembered the gift you had gotten for her.

"I got you something." You say and watched as Hermione's eyebrows furrow.

You chuckle at her adorable expression before grabbing your wand.

"Accio"

A small ring sized box floats quickly out of your blazer pocket and into your hand.

You hold it up to Hermione and she sits up abruptly.

"Are you about to propose because I'm more of a grand gesture type of person." Hermione quips and you roll your eyes.

"Just open it before I change my mind."

Hermione giggles before grabbing the box, she opens it to reveal a silver coated ring, in the center was a green stone.

"Y/n, it's beautiful." Your girlfriend says as tears well up in her eyes.

You grab the ring, carefully putting it on for her. You settled on putting it on her ring finger on her right hand, the same hand you wore yours.

"Why?"

The brown haired girl's confusion was understandable. Gift giving not your usual way of showing affection.

You grab her hand, holding it up and gesturing for her to keep it there. You then moved your own hand inches away from hers. A light trailing from your ring to hers, a bond.

"Protean charm?" Hermione asks and you nod.

"As long as we wear these rings we will be connected. Even when we are apart, I've enchanted your ring so it'll let you know where I am at all times. The closer we are in proximity the brighter this trail of light will be."

A fond smile forms on Hermione's face, she pulls you into a long kiss. Eventually, disconnecting your lips she rests her forehead against yours.

"Thank you. I love it."

Your heart swells but the feeling quickly dissipates as you prepared yourself to tell her the whole truth.

You leaned back, forcing her to look at you in the eyes.

"There is another reason I got you this. A more important reason."

Hermione merely watches you, waiting for you to continue.

"I have to join the Death Eaters." You admit quicker than you intended.

You watch as Hermione flinches, sitting up. She looked almost affronted.

"What?"

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