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whatsk-poppinhomies · 2 months

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Pairing : Boyfriend!Hwang Hyunjin x F!Reader TW : angst ; Hyunjin is just sad (which is honestly relatable) ; reader thinks they're pregnant ; reader might be pregnant ; symptoms of pregnancy ; fluff ending ; Word Count : 2.0k Request : Annony : Can I request and angsty fic Where Hyunjin has just been going through a really rough time and y/n tries her best to be there for him and keeps waiting for the right time to tell him she thinks she’s pregnant. He just keeps crying and he doesn’t know why he’s so sad, but slowly he gets out of it a bit. One morning he wakes up because y/n is having morning sickness and showing other symptoms so she has no choice but to finally open up and tell him everything. They take a test and well…I’ll let you take creative control after this. I’m really excited I’ve thought this request through a lot and I hope you decide to write it

“Hey, you okay?” Your coworker asked as she walked into the breakroom. Your head had been resting against the table, your eyes squeezed tightly shut as you tried to count your breaths. “Feeling dizzy again?” She asked when you didn’t answer her first question, and you gave her weak thumbs up in response. “Maybe you are… you know… the p word.” She whispered, and it’s not like it was a bad word to say, it’s just that you didn’t want anyone else that you worked with to know.

“I’m too nervous to test…” You mumbled, and she knew exactly why. She was your only confidant at this point, especially since Hyunjin was going through his own personal problems. You didn’t want to stack anything else on top of whatever else was bothering him. All you did know was that, no matter how much you tried to help him or console him, he’d be right back to crying soon after. “Plus, it would be too soon… I don’t want to test too early or anything…”

To be honest, home life wasn’t really the best right now. It’s not that there were any arguments, there was no fighting, but it was obvious that Hyunjin was stressed about something, and you were mentally stressed about potentially being pregnant, so the last thing you needed was triple the stress for both of you if a test came out positive. Even just thinking about it felt like too much right now.

“Well you can’t wait forever. I mean… With his job, he gets stressed very easily. What are you gonna do? You can’t just hide potentially important things from him every time he gets upset or stressed out.” You rolled your eyes at your coworkers' sudden nagging, and while you knew that it came from a place of concern and care, you didn’t need that right now. You didn’t need to be parented, you needed someone to just be there for you.

“He doesn’t get stressed easily, and you make it sound like he’s like this all the time. I’m not hiding things from him either, I’m giving him time to get in the right place mentally before dropping something like this on him.” You quickly defended your boyfriend, silently wishing that you hadn’t told your coworker anything at all. “He’s a good boyfriend, and just because he gets stressed and upset sometimes doesn’t change that.”

“I’m not saying that he’s not a good boyfriend for you… I just feel like you cater to him and his feelings a lot because of his job and your feelings get pushed to the backburner.” She tried to explain, but she couldn’t be further from the truth.

“I’m not having this conversation right now. I appreciate you caring and trying to look out for me, but my relationship is fine. He’s a great guy… Okay? I have to get back to work now, enjoy your break.”

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Hyunjins moment seemed to last longer and longer. He’d lock himself in his room the moment he walked through the front door and you’d hear him cry for hours until things went silent, and the only reason things got quiet is because he’d cry himself to sleep. There was nothing you could do to help him because he wouldn’t even talk to you about it, and a part of you wondered if he’d ever get out of the funk he was in.

With the time that passed, the symptoms only grew stronger. Your headaches were getting worse, the nausea was almost unbearable, even your boobs hurt. You wanted to excuse it as reading into the symptoms too much, you thought that your mind was playing tricks on you. You wanted to find any reason you could to hold off on testing until Hyunjin got better because you didn’t want to be alone when you found out, no matter what the result was.

When Hyunjin was around, you tried to hide the symptoms from him. If you started feeling sick, you’d quickly go off to the bathroom and turn on the sink, hoping that you wouldn’t actually start throwing up. The tiredness that you felt was written off as working too many hours and being on your feet too long. Luckily he was none the wiser to the soreness in your breasts because you hadn’t been with him in any physical way since he had been in his funk. You missed him, and you wanted to blame the potentially surging hormones for the tears that would be shed when you’d lay in the same bed beside him at night without a single kiss or those three words that would make you feel like he did still love you.

The longer it lasted, the more you would think about what your coworker had said. No matter how much you tried to get those words out of your head, they would constantly pop up. When you would hear him crying in the room and you’d try to help him, but it was like he was shutting you out. Not only did it feel like he was pushing you away, but it felt like you were by yourself. He wasn’t the only one going through something right now, and you wanted so badly to tell him, but for some reason you were trying so hard to protect him that you weren’t even worried about yourself.

Even still, you didn’t want to give up on him. You loved him, and you truly believed that he just needed time, that he’d get better sooner or later, and no matter what, you’d stick by him, even if it meant pushing your own stresses, your own worries to the side until he got better.

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He was starting to feel better, he really was. It had been a week since the last time he had cried, and while he still doesn’t fully understand himself why things had gotten so bad or why he was so upset, he was thankful that he had you by his side the entire time, even if it didn’t seem that way. He wanted to take you out today, to show you that he appreciated you and everything that you do for him. He wanted to show you that he truly does love you, and that he’s grateful that you didn’t give up on him through this entire thing.

The bed was already empty, which wasn’t rare as of lately considering he always seemed to sleep in, but one look at the clock on the bedside table made him fully aware that it was too early for even you to be awake. He could have sworn you came to bed last night, that he had felt the warmth of your body beside him underneath the covers. Had you gone to the couch at some point in the middle of the night? Were you finally pulling away?

Just as he was pushing the comforter off of his body, he heard what sounded like gagging and choking and he never moved so fast in his life. Tripping over his own feet, he rushed into the bathroom to find you doubled over the toilet, sweat beading up on your forehead and spit dribbling down from the corner of your mouth. It’s like you didn’t even realize he was there, or maybe you just didn’t want to acknowledge him as you tried your best to seemingly catch your breath.

“Baby… What’s wrong?” He whispered, kneeling down beside you to try to get you to look at him, but you only shook your head, pushing yourself up to your feet with the help of the side of the bathtub, leaving him on the floor and even more worried than before. “Are you mad at me? I’m sorry… Do you want me to leave you alone?”

“No…” You said, your voice slightly raspy, and he could only assume that it was because of getting sick, but you sounded so tired too. He didn’t know how sick you were, he didn’t know what was going on or how long you had been feeling like this, but he wanted to be there for you now, no matter what was wrong. “I think… I might be pregnant…” Your head lowered, as if you were ashamed to be telling him that, although he wasn’t sure why.

Of course, he wasn’t ready to be told something like that, he was sure that no man was ever truly ready to hear that, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t ready to step up and be the man that you and his potential child would need. “Okay… Well, I can run to the store and pick up some tests and we can find out if you are…”

“I… Already have the tests. They’re in my purse…” You admitted and he nodded along slowly, trying not to get too upset that you had potentially been going through this for longer than he thought. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay first. I didn’t want to do this alone…” Alone… He had left you all alone to deal with these worries and these thoughts and these fears. “You… You are okay… Right?”

His head nodded swiftly, his eyes that were brimming with tears of guilt glistened in the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom. “I am… I’m okay. You’re not alone, I’m here and no matter what happens… I’m going to stay here with you. I love you…” He finally got up off the floor, scrambling to his feet just to stand in front of you, his eyes finally meeting yours for what felt like the first time. “You have nothing to worry about… I’ll always be here… I promise.”

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“Out of the way! Out of the way! Move it! Excuse us! Make room! Pregnant girlfriend coming through!” Hyunjin shouted as he walked with you down the halls of the JYPE building. He was so loud, you were sure that even the people the next floor up could hear him coming, he was like a damn fire truck with its sirens on. You rolled your eyes at the rambunctiousness of it all. “What? I just don’t want anyone to bump into you or anything. I’m trying to keep you and baby Jinnie safe.”

Your eyebrows arched at the little nickname that he had given the baby, you hadn’t heard him say it before. You had had an ultrasound the day before, and the doctor had asked if you wanted to know the gender of the baby, but you and Hyunjin had both agreed to keeping it a secret until the birth. “Baby Jinnie, huh? Where’d you come up with that name?” You quizzed, wondering if maybe his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had just asked the doctor what the baby would be on his way out of the exam room.

“Isn’t that what they do for sons in America? People name the baby boys after their father? He can be little Jinnie Jr. right?” Hyunjin asked, his eyes twinkling as he looked down at you. His arms were wrapped protectively around you as you rode the elevator up to the right floor, and as cute and innocent as he looked right now, you couldn’t help but be a little suspicious.

“Hmm… A son? Are we having a boy?” His lips were drawn in, turning into a thin line and you could read the guiltiness on his face. He nodded his head slowly, clearly trying to read your reaction after having basically spoiled the surprise. “You just couldn’t wait to find out, could you?” You teased, and he let out a little sigh of relief when he realized that you weren’t angry. How could you be angry though? He wanted to know and you weren’t going to get mad at him for finding out.

“Maybe we can do like… A baby shower, and a surprise gender reveal for everyone else!” He proposed the idea, and he sounded so excited, there was no way that you could turn him down, plus it sounded like fun. “The guys really want to know whether they’re getting a niece or a nephew, they’re gonna be so happy to find out!” He had been talking so loudly on the elevator, but once the doors slid open, his voice dropped to a whisper, his lips lingering right beside your ear. “This is our secret though, don’t tell them.”

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seeingivy · 4 months

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paris

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

“y/n!”

you turn your head to find mai, as you pinch your lips together and push off the wall to make her accquaintance. you give her the most polite greeting you can, hovering a kiss by her cheek as she nurses her a wine glass in her hands.

always the drunk. though you suppose it was hard for you to do these things sober too.

“how are you doing? it’s been a while.” she asks.

“i’m good, how are you?” you ask back.

"where are you living again now?"

"france."

the two of you lean against the wall, making her best efforts to hide the fact that she's talking to you, as you smile.

the dim light of the crystal chandelier creating a shimmering display upon the great, painted walls. you’ve positioned yourself far away from the classical orchestra, from your parents at the front, and the synthetic sweaty smell permeating the group of people swim around the room, a mix of fancy fabrics and glittering jewelry.

“i’m good. did you hear about what happened with naoya?” she murmurs, voice low as she hums into your ear.

you fight the urge to smile. you owe satoru twenty dollars.

“hm?”

“do you remember that girl from the kamo clan? the one that you dormed with during the exchange event? who told your parents about you and him?"

"the blonde?" you ask.

"her fucking sister met naoya at a club and he kissed her.”

you smile, shaking your head as you roll your eyes.

“i’m dead serious. there were pictures and she was wearing this like god awful denim on denim outfit. some zenin clan head he’s going to be when almost everyone knows he can’t help but get his dick wet with every living organism in sight."

you pinch a smile.

"no offense, of course.”

“none taken.” you respond.

“did you see the photos of it?”

“no, no i didn’t. but thanks though.” you respond.

maki shrugs before she’s whisked away, by a girl whose name you can hardly remember as you give the two of them a wave. the girl averts making eye contact with you as maki gives a halfhearted goodbye and you curl back into the wall.

granted, maki’s the only one who would stoop down to your level to talk to you, even if it was just to level you for information. you suppose the details of you living france in france will make their way across the room in two minutes. but you can hardly blame the girl or even possess yourself to be mad about it.

it’s all she knows how to do.

you feel two arms wrap around you from behind and look down to find a wine glass being held in front of your nose. you fight the smile making its way to your face as you turn around, to find satoru’s outfit already unkempt - his tie hanging halfway down his shirt, the buttons undone.

“wow. did you have to put on a lap dance for the sommelier to get these drinks?”

“but of course! a champagne you requested and a champagne i delivered. by any means possible.” he smirks, before leaning against the wall at your side.

you take a sip, the overwhelmingly artificial flavor biting your tongue.

“god.”

“had a feeling you would say that. so….i snagged this from the kitchen. had to seduce a cook for it.”

“do you want to have my babies?”

satoru rolls his eyes as he hands you the bottle. it’s a twelve dollar sauvignon blanc, that you’re almost positive that someone bought from a target. only because you’ve bought one there yourself.

“bullshit. there’s no way that my parents keep this in their house.”

“think it’s because they miss you?” he asks, a hopeful smile on his face.

you smile, as you reach forward and cup the side of his cheek.

“toru, my love. don’t be silly. you know the only reason that i’m standing in the house i grew up in right now is because i’m your plus one right.”

he frowns.

“did you see them yet?” he asks, popping the lid off the bottle as he takes a swig before handing it to you.

you can see his face nearly curl up in disgust at the drink as you fight the urge to laugh, at satoru and his expensive tastes. in nearly a year of dating, it was your personal joy and mission to curb satoru gojo and his expensive tastes. or at least die trying.

“no. but they must know i’m here. i’m the talk of the party.” you jest, giving him a smile.

satoru rolls his eyes, as you focus back on the expansive ballroom in front of you, of your parents glittering smiles at the front. you try your best to hide your disappointment as you focus on the rest of the room of the people begrudgingly dancing - stepping on each other's feet, murmuring niceties - as your parents hover around, their jaws fixed into permanent glittering smiles.

but you can tell. that something, or more appropriately someone, is sinking under their skin, from the way your moms eye twitches - certainly when someone makes a comment - and your dad swallowing hard every time someone smacks him on the back and whispers in his ear. you almost feel bad.

“you’re the talk of my party! the party in my pants.”

you look to your left to find satoru smiling at you, so boyish and excited that you can’t help but laugh.

“party in your pants?”

“correct. your blatant disregard for authority makes me horny."

“well, i could tell you that much. otherwise, you wouldn’t be dating me in the first place.” you hum, giving him a bright smile.

satoru wraps his hands around your cheek, angling your head up as he rubs his thumbs in the softness of your cheeks. his eyes are nearly lidded as he smiles at you, before leaning forward and pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you mumble.

“is it a crime to look at my girlfriend?”

“you’re like ogling me…”

“you’re so pretty you take my breath away.” he responds, giving you a wink and wiggling his eyebrows.

it’s enough to make your skin heat up. the tenderness of it. of a cheesy joke, told with the sole intention of making you laugh.

“that’s corny, satoru.” you deadpan.

“you're asking for it.” he jests.

“asking for what?” you respond, feigning innocence.

you, were most definitely, asking for it. because almost every time satoru made a corny pass at you, you made it a point to rip his affections to shreds. to which he would early pepper your skin in kisses, wrapping you warm in his embrace until you returned his sentiments.

and if satoru gojo is one thing, it’s predictable. satoru wraps his hands around your waist, his sweet vanilla smell tickling your nose as he starts mumbling into your ears.

“why’s my pretty baby always so mean to me, hm? don't you love me?” he mumbles.

"okay, toru. I love you plenty. and-"

he places his hands around your neck, before pulling your face close to his again.

“i’m not mean either-” you start.

satoru pulls you closer to him, lips warm on yours as he smiles into the kiss.

“are you insane? there’s people here.” you whisper.

“so you can kiss me after a total three minutes of knowing me in the middle of an alleyway but you’re morally opposed to me kissing you at a party?” he murmurs.

“first of all, i was drunk. i’d never kiss you if i was sober. second of all, i was-”

you gasp when he sinks into the skin on your neck, the pressure making your head nearly keel back.

“satoru.”

“i’ll take you right here in front of everyone if you keep giving me attitude.” he states.

you drag your hand into his white hair, before curling the locks in your hand and pulling his head off of you.

“okay fine. i’m so in love with you that i might stop breathing too. now quit it, your parents are going to see.”

he gives you a satisfied smile, before leaning his head against yours and wrapping his arm around your waist. the two of you remain that way, curled up in each other’s arms as you finish off the bottle, the warm feeling enveloping your chest with each consecutive sip.

but it had nothing to do with the drink. and everything to do with satoru.

you met satoru gojo three years after you made your exile from high society. one forbidden romance with naoya zenin, who was simply not the man you thought he was, ended the life you were leading dead in your tracks.

bags packed, no questions asked, and one flight voucher. you opened up a map, closed your eyes, and settled in the first place that your finger landed.

paris.

and three years later, a very disgruntled satoru gojo made his way to the city, extending his two week long european vacation to a two year long stay when you drunkenly kissed him in an alleyway after confusing him with the guy you were talking to at the bar.

you suppose it was hopeful thinking. drunk you’s hopeful thinking. that he was the one you were talking to and not whoever it was at the bar, so unmemorable that you can’t even procure the memory.

and it’s the one time your wish comes true.

“you think i care if my parents see us together? if anything, i want them to know.”

you smile, as you reach forward and wrestle his buttons back into place.

“i care what they think about you.” you murmur.

“i’d punch my old man if they said anything about you.”

you shake your head, fixing his collar against his coat.

“hey. i don’t need you to make big, romantic displays of affection for me. romance isn’t dead if we keep our love just ours, you know?”

and three hours later, with a punch straight to naoya’s nose after one shitty comment and a polite introduction to satoru's parents, he’s dragging you out of the hall as you teeter the line of being blackout drunk, curled up in his arms. the ballroom’s nearly emptied out now, except for a few people lingering in whispered voices at the tables.

he passes your mother. who grabs him by the shoulder, the touch so firm that it makes him nearly flinch and pull back. he can feel his nostrils nearly flaring when he sees the sight of her, at someone who so callously pushed you out of their life.

“mr. gojo?”

“yes?” he seethes.

she swallows hard, nimbling with her gloved fingers.

“you-you’ll take care of her? of my sweet girl, right?” she whispers.

satoru smiles. you owe him twenty dollars.

he looks down at you curled up in his arms, your fist closed fist crumpling the fabric of his collared shirt and your incoherent mumbling.

“always do.” he mumbles, as she gives him a curt nod as he whisks you down the hallway.

and nearly halfway home, he can feel your reignited vigor, finally awake after the hour of quiet driving, as you paw at him in the back of the cab, shuffling closer and closer to him in the cramped space.

“i’m right here, princess.” he murmurs.

“need to be closer to you…” you slur.

“you’re sitting on me.”

“even closer. like inside your head. i want to know everything you're thinking.” you whisper.

satoru fights the urge to laugh as you take his cheeks into your hands, eyes lidded as you look at him with a droopy smile on your face. he brings his hand up to your cheek, tracing the glittery makeup shimmering on your face as he smiles.

“currently. i’m trying not to think about you. you’re sitting in a compromising position for me and your smell is nearly intoxicating when you’re this close to me.”

he can’t help but smile when he watches your eyes go wide.

“do you think i could brainwash you into loving me forever?” you whisper.

satoru smiles, hooking his hands under your thighs as he curls you into his chest, your arm tucked into his neck, as he runs his hands through your hair.

“won’t have to. you’ve got me right where you want me, princess.”

“do you think i could brainwash me into giving me your credit card?” you mumble.

“oh?”

“hey. what happened to me having me right where i wanted you?” you whine.

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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 1 month

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🫧 ━━ JOHNNY UTAH X CHUBBY F READER IMAGINE𓈒

𓈒part I 𓈒cheeky Johnny

𓈒inspo: @tedsbogusworld’s 🤖

━━ you are bodhi’s little sister

━━ just trying to make it through college while working part-time at the aquarium

━━ your parents aren’t around anymore, so you’ve been taking care of your older brother (paying the bills and rent with tuition money, stocking the fridge, dragging him in from the yard where he’s passed out in a puddle of beer and vomit in the cool waking sunset)

━━ your big brother throws the wildest parties ; you avoid them at all costs, shut yourself in your room, hide away at the beach, stay late at work. it’s just not your scene

━━ plus, his friends aren’t nice, especially not when they’ve been drinking, and being surrounded by tall, athletic bodies in tight swimsuits is detrimental to your baggy clothed, short, chubby self esteem

one night, you get home super late, but the party is still raging. Spilled cans of liquor on your floor, an unattended bonfire that you have to put out with the hose - we’re in a drought for chist’s sake, have some common decency, bodhi.

bodhi catches you in the kitchen, much to your scowling dismay, and has someone he wants you to meet. you’re really not in the mood for his antics tonight - he’s so drunk and high he can barely keep two feet parallel with the ground - so you basically tell him to fuck off

but, bodhi is super bad at respecting boundaries. it inflates when he’s under influence. he’s got you face to face with a brand new partygoer before you have a chance to run

“hey.” big white grin, tawny skin, heavy dark eyes. you have to crane your neck to look at his face.

the music is almost too loud for you to catch bodhi’s next infuriating line. “told ya she was cute, johnny. she’s all yours.”

you basically freak out on him, shove his shoulder and start yelling and cursing and drawing attention.

you’ve spent years taking care of him, not asking for a cent from his party fund, putting up with his bullshit, and you’re so fucking tired of him making fun of you just because you’re not a skinny surfing meat head. after you rip him a new asshole, you storm off.

you could go to your room, but that would mean shouldering through a crowd, so you opt for a long walk on the pier instead.

as you’re watching the dark ocean waves crash and spray against support beams, you feel a hand on your shoulder. you turn around, ready to fight, but it’s just bodhi’s new friend.

lowering your fist and replacing it with a scowl, you turn back around to face the open sea and ignore mr. tall dark and handsome.

“hey.” he leans on the railing beside you, accidentally scrapes his forearm on a barnacle and starts bleeding. “ah, fuck.”

“you’ve never been to a beach town, huh?” his arm is in your hand and you’re using your old tshirt to wipe the trickling red from his skin.

he smiles at you, boyishly, gives this coy bat of thick lashes that makes your tummy uneasy. you hope he doesn’t notice the abrupt way you let his arm flop. little tickly crabs crawl over your skin as you turn away.

“got a bandaid?”

“you’ll live.”

“ouch. hey, I think we got off on the wrong foot. i’m johnny, just moved here.”

“hullo, johnny just moved here, i’m not interested in company.”

he seems way too amused by your venom, lets loose a little chuckle. “you’re not very friendly, are you?”

“not to bodhi’s cult, no.”

“man, what is your problem?” he shakes his head and kicks dried salt. “you have the hots for me or something?”

stiffened shoulders, shrinking posture, eyes unable to hold his own. it’s all the info he needs. he gets a big grin that makes you want to jump right off the pier and let the angry water swallow you up.

“oh, yeah?” he tugs his bottom lip into the toothy smile, nudges your shoulder. “listen, just cuz i’m pretty doesn’t mean i’m a dickwad.”

“yeah, it does.” you think you’re insulting him, but really what you’ve just done is confirmed that you do think he’s pretty - the quiet, thick quiver in your voice doesn’t help your case.

“thanks, sweetheart.”

now you have a better idea - push him off the pier. instead, you walk away.

“oh, she’s adorable.”

#Idk what this is #Johnny Utah #second part coming soon yall #x chubby reader #chubby reader #x plus sized reader #plus size reader #point break #keanuverse

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marksbear · 1 year

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Cry, no Tony Stark requests? Saaaaaaddddd. How about Tony Stark x Idiot Twink Healer boi (maybe a poly with Spidey or perhaps healer boi is a sugar baby??) (Could be dirty haha, up to ya, bro)

Well Anon you are the first person in my blog to ever request Tony stark thank you for requesting! Im going to do sfw headcaons plus nsfw! And headcaons with sugar baby

Hope you enjoy it! A/n= Age name! but for the sake of this fic young 20s!

TONY STARK X IDIOT TWINK READER

🤖 He was beyond shocked when he founded out you were the healer of the team. I mean he was so surprised. You didn't look like you belonged in the Avengers he really thought someone brought their younger brother to work.

🤖 When Nick gives you a proper welcoming Tony was the first to ask how old are you. "I'm twenty two!" (or A/n but the reader has to be in his young twenties)

🤖 Tony wasn't the only one who was wondering about your age since he heard other gasp in the room.

🤖 "But everyone Y/n will just help yall with only the missions I choose for him. Since he is way too young to be going out there with y'all and he doesn't have too much experience fighting aliens like Spiderman. So Stark he's under your care.

🤖 At first he thought you were gonna be a pain in his ass like Peter and he was far from wrong. You were far from a genius like Peter some may even call you dumb.

🤖 "So thats your heart? Can I hear it beep please? Or does it race when you see someone you like?" You ask him looking at his chest with no shame.

🤖 Thats when he realized your gonna be a handful.

🤖 He always finds you with Hulk or Thor. Since Hulk is an idiot like you y'all two click instantly even Bruce is only mad for a while you found your ways to enjoy Hulk's loud and dumb presence

🤖 With Thor hes always injured from his mission so you see him in the medbay quite often so you make an effort to know him more. One time Tony walked in the medbay seeing you on Thor lap listening to his stories as you clean up his wound.

🤖 Since that incident with Thor. Tony never lets you out of his sight when y'all two aren't even dating yet

🤖 He always ask Nick how the hell did you become a healer when you sometimes forget how to add some easy numbers or when you forget your avenger and you get paid a whole LOT and you ask to borrow some money from others.

🤖 Thats actually how he founded out you were a sugar baby. One day him and Nat went to a cafe just to hangout when they saw you with two men times your age. One of them had envelopes with cash in them sliding you one every once in a while as you talked to the other man.

🤖 They watch you like a hawk across the whole cafe. They see the man you're talking to and place his hand on your inner thigh too close to your crotch and kiss your cheek bye. As he leave the other man he was with hands you the rest of envelopes kissing your forehead bye.

🤖 You check the envelops making sure its all of the money before stuffing all of them in your bag paying the check before leaving.

🤖 Before you could leave Nat pulls you by your arm sitting you down at her table. "Oh. Hi Mr Stark! I just finished reading the math book you gave me!" "That's good, but we have a question." Tony says gesturing to him and Nat. "What is it?" "Who were those guys you were just sitting with?" Nat asks not pressuring Y/n. "That's my sugar daddy Ben with his husband! Great couple." The two freeze and spare each other a look. "Lets finish this conversation at Stark tower'" Nat says paying for the bill.

🤖 Tony takes you into his room sitting you down on the bed ask he sits on a chair across the room. "What do they want from a young guy like you?" Tony asks with a hint of jealousy. "Mostly company. But sometimes group sex. They pay extra if I let them double penetrate me." Y/n answers way too honestly having no dignity to hide anything.

🤖 "Y/n why do you need the money if your Avenger?" Stark asks.

"Well because i'm a part time avenger y'know? Nick knows my parents well and promised to protect me no matter what. That's why I never go on big missions with y'all... Most action I got on the field was trying to calm down Hulk. Kinda sucks. So I don't get paid like all of you." The room became silent until Y/n says something again.

"Its not that bad. I get to help all of you and it makes my day better. But i'm a sugar baby so I just have food and water and money for clothes and extra things. Lots of people tell me they would pay to fuck me or just pay to spend time with me. So why not net them."

"Be my sugar baby."

"Wha?"

🤖 Y'all's relationship was strictly sugar baby and daddy sometimes more like friends with benefits. He didn't ban you from seeing other people just gave you rules. Like no more fucking they can only watch you fuck yourself or touch yourself. He grew possessive of you always marking your neck just in case another sugar mommy or daddy tries to make you theirs.

🤖 The thing that changed your little agreement when you gotten to badly injured you might had died. It was supposed to be a simple day watch when you got attacked by powerful villains and almost found dead. You were able to take them down but almost got yourself killed.

🤖 You gotten lectures from everyone in the team even Thor lectured you and Nick was busting your balls. But no lecture compared to Stark's. One minute he was going off on you about being safe and prepared next minute you two are naked making love.

🤖 Yes making love.

🤖 It wasn't your guys typical fuck and quickey. No this time everything was emotional. The kisses lasted, the gentleness with every thrust, the long lasting words of affirmation. This time Tony helped Y/n to see he was more than just a sugar baby. This time the sex meant something deeply to the other.

🤖 A few days after that was a bit awkward for the both of you. Nick even gave Tony the longest talk about what he would he to do him if he breaks your little dumb heart. Finally the both of you get officially together and Tony is quick to show you off to the world posting and talking about you with every chance he gets.

🤖 Sometimes you'll forget your dating and asks people is he single like your drunk or something but your completely serious and sober.

🤖 "Hey is Ironman single I have a crush on him and I wanna ask him out..." You ask Hawkeye and he gives you "are you serious look."

THE END!

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nyankochan · 1 year

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A Mother’s Love

Malleus x fem!reader (platonic)

Summary

As a kid, Malleus had no parental figure outside of his grandmother. When at times she was too busy as queen, he found comfort in the embrace of one of his Royal guards, who happened to be Lilia’s lover.

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“My dear prince, don’t you think it’s about time that you get ready for bed?” You ask, kneeling down to the the young child’s height. “It is awfully late now.”

The boy pouts, folding his arms across his chest. As much as he tried to hide it, you could see the sleepiness creeping across his face. Why children fight their exhaustion you would never know.

“But (name), I’m not tired,” Malleus denies. “So why do we have to stop playing?”

“Hmm…” you put your hand to your chin in thought. Your eyes glance around the play room. Tons have toys have been pulled out and strewn around the place making a chaotic mess. There was an unfinished castle that you and Malleus had been building with blocks. A few figures including a dragon and knight as well as some bouncy balls from your earlier game of catch. It would be such a shame to end a fun filled day so soon. Why it wasn’t even eight o’clock yet.

“You are right. We have had quite a lot of fun all day.” You clap your hands together. “How about this. Let’s get you bathed and in your pajamas. Once you are clean and comfortable, then we can come back and finish playing. How does that sound?

Malleus’s electrifying green eyes light up with a sparkle that makes your heart swell from his adorableness. “M’kay!” His small hand fits into yours as you walk down the hall together back to his bedroom.

After you run the bath and make sure it’s not too hot, you add Malleus’s favorite lavender bubble bath with the hopes that it would help the prince relax. It did the trick as usual. Malleus kept nodding off while you scrubbed his black tresses, but would shoot back up when he got too close to face planting into the water.

“We’re almost done, my prince,” you say gently. You rake your fingers through his hair to pull out the knots. “Then we can play all night.”

“M’kay…” Malleus mumbled, clearly growing drowsier by the minute.

You drain the bath water before taking Malleus out of the tub and wrapping him in the fluffiest towel you could find. While you dried his hair and combed through it, he relaxed back into your touch, slowly succumbing to the sand man.

A smile ghosts your lips. “Let’s get get your pajamas on. Then we can play.”

“M’kay…(name)…”

Now dressed, you pick Malleus up and carrying him out the bathroom. He leans against your shoulder, holding on to the sleeve of your dress tightly.

“Are you ready to play now, my prince?”

When You get no response, You let out a small chuckle. Malleus finally fell asleep, no longer able to put up a fight against his tiredness. His determination was no match for his exhaustion plus the soothing bath. Not that he would ever admit it.

Pulling back the covers, you carefully tuck the sleeping child into his bed. He stirs briefly at the loss of your warmth, but quickly relaxes upon feeling the comfort of his favorite stuffed animals. You push a few strands of his hair off is his fluttering eyelashes around the growing horns protruding from the top of his head. It always warmed your heart seeing his peacefully asleep.

You press a gentle kiss against his forehead. “Good night my prince. I hope pleasant dreams await you.” Quietly, you sneak out his room and shut the door.

By the time you reach your shared room with your lover, exhaustion had finally caught up to you without even realizing it. After taking a much needed shower (playing catch with Malleus was more taxing than one thought), you succumbed to the comfort of your own bed. With a simple night gown adorning your body, you snuggled up under the blankets, a novel in hand.

Time raced by as you were engrossed in your reading. You hadn’t realized the hour until Lilia, dressed in his military uniform, entered your room.

“Dearie? You’re still up at this hour?” Lilia questioned with a playful smile but nonetheless he was surprised you were still awake. You usually went to bed early so that you could be ready the next morning whenever Malleus woke up with breakfast already made.

“Oh? I suppose time escaped me,” you chuckle, book marking your page. “How was your day?”

“Hmm, the same as usual,” Lilia sat on the edge of the bed. “But I’d much rather hear about your day. How is Malleus?”

“A handful. He didn’t want to go to bed, so I told him we could keep playing after a bath.”

“I take it he didn’t last?”

“Nope.”

Lilia let out a chuckle, an airy yet youthful laugh that you fell in love with. He rose from the bed to turn the light off. “You should get some rest yourself, Dearie. Don’t work yourself too hard.” The man placed a kiss against your nose causing your face to feel hot.

“Don’t stay up yourself. Her Majesty has you working more these days.”

“Worry not,” he assured. “I’m merely training new recruits, so there is nothing to fear. I’ll be sure to take care of myself.”

Lilia heads to the combined bathroom and you soon hear the shower turn on. You sigh and shift in the bed. Perhaps it was just your anxieties or maybe it was post-war stress. It hadn’t been too long ago since you left the battlefield to assume the responsibility of taking care of Malleus, so you chalked it up as being antsy. Everything was at peace now. There was nothing to worry about. Your focus now was to raise the prince to become a great king of Briar Valley.

Lilia and Malleus

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A/n: Obsessed with the idea of malleus having a mother figure since Lilia is like his father

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justmeinadaze · 5 months

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Rara's Nightmare (Part of We're a Family Universe)(Steddie X You)

From this AU

A/N: Idk where this came from in my brain but I couldn't stop thinking about it. Enjoy the FLUFF!

Warnings: While is from a Steddie AU this is mostly Steve taking care of Ro when she has a nightmare. No angst or smut, just good wholesome fluff.

Word Count: 1043

Aurora woke up with a gasp as she looked around her dark room terrified of how the things she knew now seemed threatening as they lurked in the shadows. Grabbing the little stuffed dragon her daddy bought her, she braved the hallway as she excited her room.

The house was quiet except for the little creaks of the wood as the wind hit the side of her home. Taking a deep breath, she headed for the stairs passing Dylan’s room along the way. She could hear the low rumbles of his music through the crack at the bottom of the door. Aurora contemplated knocking and waking him up but sometimes her brother could be grumpy if you woke him too early.

Plus, she knew the monsters that were probably hiding in her room were too big for Dylan to fight on his own. No…she needed to be brave and get to her parents. Her little chocolate-colored eyes quickly darted around as she descended the stairs clinging to her dragon for protection.

As she entered the living room, however, she suddenly felt lost. In the dark everything seemed to be different. Had the couch always been there or did it move on its own? Wasn’t James’s room just around the corner? She saw the kitchen but then why couldn’t she find her mommy and daddy’s door?

Backing up slowly, her feet abruptly slipped out from under her as she fell on her butt and started to cry. They sound of a door opening startled her as she curled up into a ball and cried harder.

“Ro? Honey, what happened?”, Steve cooed in a concerned voice still husky from sleep. “What are you doing out of bed?”

Aurora promptly wrapped her arms tightly around her father’s neck knowing that if any of the monsters decided to attack she was safe with him. Pressing her head gently into the nook of his neck, he lifted her into his arms, and rubbed her back comfortingly as he got to his feet.

“What happened?”, you ask quietly, the sound of your voice calming her more.

“I think she just had a nightmare. Go back to bed, baby, I got this. Sweetheart, do you want to say good night to mommy?”

Even though he turned her to face you, she didn’t lift her head as she clung to him tighter. The little toddler sighed when she felt your hand pet her curls before kissing the top of her head.

“Good night, Ro. I love you.”

“I love you to, mommy.”, she garbled making you and Steve lightly laugh.

The long trek it took her only took her father a few moments as he took a seat on her bed and placed her under the covers. She watched with wide eyes as he leaned towards her nightstand and turned on the nightlight they had gotten her for her birthday. Aurora couldn’t help but smile at her ceiling as brightly colored stars painted the makeshift sky.

“What happened, honey? Did you have a nightmare?” Hugging her dragon tighter, the tears begin to fall again as she nods. “Hey, hey now. Everything’s ok, baby. Do you want to tell me what it was about?”

Adamantly, she shakes her head as she sinks lower into her blanket.

“Ok, that’s ok.” Steve watches as her eyes flick to her closet and more fear washes over her. “You know, daddy’s not the only master in this house. I mean, he may be the only dungeon master but I’m a force master. I became a Jedi when I was a little bit older than you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.”, he grins as he bends down and grabs the toy light saber she keeps by her bed. “May I borrow yours? Mine is downstairs.”

“Daaaad!”, she giggles. “That’s not a real light saber.”

Steve playfully scoffs as he rises to his feet and spins the sword around in his hands like they do in the movies.

“That right there is dark side thinking, Rara. This saber here is as real as you want it to be.” As he reaches out to touch the end with his fingers, he lightheartedly winces as he pulls it back pretending he got burned. “Ow. Hot.”

As her demeanor softens, he smiles as he takes a fighting stance and begins looking around her room.

“Alright, fair warning to any dark side users in this room! Come out now or you will be killed if I find you.” They both waited in silence to no one and his joking wide eyes met hers making her laugh. Slowly heading for her closet, he pushes open the door and moves some of her clothes around to find it empty. “No one there.”

Taking careful steps around her room, he shines the toy light in dark areas and her grin grows as she realizes everything he passes is things she knows like her stuffed animals on her furniture that seemed to tower over her before.

“Dada.”, Aurora calls and when he turns to look at her, she points under her bed.

Placing his finger over his mouth in a shooshing motion, he moves towards the edge of her mattress before dropping on his heels seeming to startle anything that may be hiding.

“Damn, nothing. I think if anything was in here, they know I’m your dad and I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.”

She beams up at him as he turns off the light saber and places it on her bedside table next to the night light as he shifts his weight onto his knees to lean over her bed.

“You’re safe, sweetheart. Now can you go back to sleep?”

Lazily she nods her head as he eyes lids begin to droop.

“Dada? Can…Can you stay with me till I fall asleep again?”

Smiling, he lightly pushes on her back signaling for her to give him some room as he crawls in behind her and brings the blanket up to her chin before kissing the back of her head.

Pushing her body into his chest, she reaches for his hand and grips two of his fingers in her tiny palm as she begins to drift off again.

“Good night, dada.”

“Good night, Rara.”

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jhpeg · 2 years

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thick thighs save lives

plus size reader has a shitty boyfriend. eddie is a sweet king who would happily die being crushed between her thighs. both eddie and reader are over 18.

part two!

part three!

word count: 5k (oops)

rating: nsfw 18+ because swearing, drug use, alcohol, oral sex f receiving, squirting, coming in pants. there is a physical altercation between reader and bf, eddie fighting etc i’m sorry idk how to tag these things

a/n: this is my first attempt at smut and my second fic ever so any feedback is so very appreciated! not beta’d so errors are all on me. could possibly do a part two if anyone is interested???

coming back to hawkins after graduation had never been in your master plan, you had vowed that once you hit the city limits that evening after saying goodbye to your parents, you would never look back. after enduring years of ridicule from your peers, your parents and as of lately, your own damn boyfriend about your appearance, you had convinced yourself that there wasn’t a single soul within the small town that could see beauty in any size above a 10.

despite your detailed plan to stay at least 5 miles away from hawkins at all times, you were currently breaking your own rules as you pulled into the driveway of your boyfriends parents house, barely able to get the car in park before he was out of the car and into the awaiting arms of his parents. the days leading up to this moment had involved a couple of screaming matches, nights on the couch while your boyfriend took the bed, awkward silences and a lot of tears. all of that in an attempt to convince cody that there was no reason you needed to join him at his parents 27th anniversary party. you had only been seeing him for 8 months, were they even at that stage yet? meeting parents, extended family? who had a party for an odd numbered anniversary, anyway?

jolted from your thoughts by cody banging loudly on the window, telling you to hurry up and get out of the car and meet his awaiting family, you inhaled a deep breath and checked yourself in the rear view mirror before putting on your sweetest smile and slipped into the character of the perfect girl, for their perfect son. the bags were fetched by your boyfriends two younger siblings as you were ushered inside and sat down on a couch in the living room next to your boyfriend, his parents sitting opposite the two of you. all you needed now was a spotlight on you and this would feel like an episode of criminal minds, yourself as the suspect. your crimes? not being good enough for their sweet, do nothing wrong, angel of a son.

after what felt like hours of questions about your past, present and future plans with cody, you were finally able to slip away to the guest bedroom to clean yourself up and get ready to meet some of your high school friends at the hide out bar, another place you had vowed to not get sucked into by hawkins but apparently their favourite band was playing. alcohol would help and hopefully some loud music would drown out the thoughts that were lingering in your mind from the exhausting afternoon you had experienced.

your boyfriend drove the two of you to the dive bar, promising you he would stay sober so you could have a good time with your friends. you were wearing a pair of acid wash jeans that had a few rips around the thighs and a loose fitting judas priest t-shirt. you had thought that your clothing choice wouldn’t have brought any ‘jokes’ from your boyfriend, as he liked to call them. you were mistaken when he reached over to grab your thigh, specifically where the jeans were ripped and he let out a short laugh to himself, “babe, you look like those pieces of meat wrapped with string!” he laughed harder after he had spoken, too busy enjoying his humour to see your jaw clenching tight. his attention was back on you when you slapped his hand away and got out the car as soon as he pulled into a parking space. “fucking asshole,” you muttered to yourself, counting your lucky stars that cody hasn’t heard you as he ran to catch up and put a possessive hand around your waist. “you know i’m just playing babe, i don’t care that you’re bigger than other girls.” you could have punched him right then and there.

the sound of ‘the hellion’, one of your favourite songs from judas priest in the distance was enough to switch your anger from joy. if the night was starting this way, it was surely only up from here. you met your friends in the doorway, taking part in the typical traditions of squealing ridiculously and hugging each other before making your way to the bar and ordering yourself a vodka cranberry, a coke for your boyfriend who stood next to you with his hand on your lower back. once you had your drink in hand, you turned your attention to the band that was playing, your eyes landing on a handmade banner that hung above the small stage, “corroded coffin,” you said to yourself, almost gasping aloud when you remembered where you had heard that name before.

your eyes scanned the four members of the band, landing on the guitarist and your cheeks flushed red. no fucking way was eddie munson still in hawkins, playing at the dive bar with five drunk men singing along sloppily to current song. you had been in the same grade as eddie but you hadn’t ever had the guts to speak to him, you simply admired from afar and reminded yourself that you were getting the hell out of dodge when graduation day hit. you remembered hearing that eddie hadn’t graduated, but you had put it down to small town gossip and even if it was true, why was it their business anyway? he clearly didn’t need brains when he had those skilled fingers currently playing ‘pain and pleasure’ another one of your favourite tunes. and that face, those big brown eyes and his long curls could get him anywhere he wanted, you were sure of it.

you didn’t miss the feel of your boyfriends hand on your back, too immersed in the band playing and enjoying the company of your old friends to see where he had gone. that being until the band finished up and you saw cody at the bar, standing close enough to a female that you didn’t recognise, close enough that to make your skin crawl. you stood like a deer in headlights before the anger took over, driving your feet forward quickly as you approached the two of them. when you were a few steps away from the two, you were grinding to a halt at the site of their lips colliding hungrily. “are you fucking kidding me?!” you yelled, happy to draw the attention to the situation, your fists clenched and your cheeks flaming hot. “you drag me back to this hell hole to kiss the first girl you see?!” you continued, grabbing the front of your boyfriends shirt and using your body to push him into the bar. “what the fuck is wrong with you, huh?”

eddie hadn’t expected anything interesting to happen, nothing ever did when his band played every friday at the hide out. the usual crowd were around, a few extra people that were celebrating the end of their week with a drink, but nothing rowdy. that being until eddie was setting his guitar down on the stand after wrapping up, the sudden yelling making him nearly jump out of his skin. “jesus, what the-“ he turned, eyes finding the source of the yelling. now it was his turn to look like a deer in headlights, seeing what seemed like a ghost for the first few seconds that it took for his brain to catch up with the situation. eddie knew her, had known her since middle school, watched her from afar in high school, always too scared off rejection to ever approach her.

to eddie it looked like the situation was heading south fast, the way she grabbed what he assumed was her boyfriend and shoved him into the bar, enough to send a couple of shot glasses to the floor. he willed himself to stay back, almost smirking at the sight of y/n manhandling him, it seemed to eddie like the jerk deserved it from what he had heard you yelling viciously at him. a few moments passed where eddie watched her holding him by his shirt, it looked like you were in control of the situation. the script seemed to flip suddenly and eddie saw red, running across the room rapidly when he saw the guy grab y/n by her throat, flipping their position and holding her shorter frame against the bar.

you hadn’t been prepared for the large hand around your throat, a sharp ache in your back as you were shoved into the bar painfully. “f-fuck off,” you gasped, pushing at his chest in an effort to get him off you. he snarled and leaned into you, his breath hot on your face and it stunk of alcohol as soon as it hit your nostrils. cody pushed you harder into the bar top, narrowing his dark eyes at you as his hand tightened on your throat, “worthless bitch,” he spat, ignoring the pleads from your friends to let you go. “you think you deserve me? i didn’t sign up to date a fat bitch.” the words hit like bricks, it was nothing you hadn’t said to yourself but when it came from someone who you thought you could trust, it stung in a different way. tears stung at your eyes and in a matter of seconds, you were dropping to the floor from your boyfriends grip being ripped away from you.

eddie snagged the back of your boyfriends shirt, yanking firmly and shoving him away from the bar top and more importantly, you. “touch her again, i fucking dare you,” eddie shouted, pushing him again until his back hit one of the round patron tables. eddie was seeing red, throwing punch after punch to his face until the bartender was present and pulling eddie away. luckily he had heard and seen what had happened and he knew eddie well, resulting in y/n’s boyfriend being forcefully removed. once eddie knew that the douchebag was gone, his eyes scanned for you rapidly. you were still on the ground, catching your breath as your friends fussed over you before helping you to your feet.

“i’m fine, i’m okay,” you gasped out to reassure your friends, rubbing your throat where your ex-boyfriends hand had been a few moments ago. you smiled thankfully at the bartender who offered you some water, quickly chugging almost half the bottle. “what a fucking psycho,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. your mind was still reeling from what had happened in a matter of seconds, you scanned the room to see everyone in the bar staring at you. this was a literal nightmare. but soon your eyes landed on what was once a dream, now reality as eddie munson stood in front of you, looking out of breathe and in a trance.

you approach him slowly, forgetting your friends who stared at you in confusion. “eddie?” you stood in front of him, keeping some distance between the two of you. he nodded dumbly, amazed that this was the first time you had spoken a word to each other, of all times and places. “that’s me,” he said with an awkward laugh, bringing his stinging hand to the back of his neck. “you’re.. y/n?” he asked, hoping and praying to anyone listening that he had remembered your name correctly. your lips broke into a smile and you nodded, “yep, that’s me,” you said quietly, noticing his hand that looked red and already bruised go behind his neck. “oh, shit! let me.. uh.. let’s get some ice on that, yeah?” you figured this was a good start to thanking him for stepping in.

you figured eddie was a regular act at the bar with the way he walked around the counter as if he was at home. he grabbed a towel, bunching it around a handful of the ice to hold against his knuckles. you had stayed behind the bar, watching him make an ice pack for what you could only imagine was a very sore hand. you looked over your shoulder at your friends, then back to eddie. “hey eddie, i’ll be back in one second, okay?” you said to him, waiting to see him nod before you approached your friends. “guys, i’m gonna hang back and make sure eddie is okay. i should also buy him a drink, i’ll deal with cody later,” you said, ignoring their confused looks and brushing them off, “go, go! i’ll be fine, i’m a big girl,” you laughed, albeit a bit weakly. anything to get them off your back. they seemed hesitant but left you to it, making sure you promised to call if you needed a place to crash.

you went back to eddie who was now sitting on the bar stool with two beers in front of him, looking at you like a puppy whose owner had just arrived home. “hey!” you frowned at the beers, narrowing your eyes playfully at eddie, “i owe you a drink, not the other way around!” you huffed, taking the seat next to him and despite your protest, you downed a good portion of the cold beer. after a few minutes of comfortable silence, your fingers picked at the label on the beer bottle and your eyes looked anywhere but at eddie. “i- eddie, thank you. my boyfriend, well i guess ex boyfriend now.. he never.. he hasn’t done anything like that before,” the words came out stammered, your breath getting caught around the lump in your throat as tears began to spill down your cheeks.

eddie’s heart broke at the sight of you crying and he rushed to gather you up in a tight hug, knowing that’s what he would have wanted if the roles were reversed. he had imagined this moment many times, imagined what it would feel like to have your soft body wrapped up in his. he would sometimes indulge further, imagining his hands getting to map out every inch of skin before exploring the map with his mouth. “hey, hey,” he soothed softly, holding the back of your head as you cried into his shoulder. “you’re okay, you’re safe. he’s gone. i’ve got you,” he could feel you shaking, but you were allowing yourself to be enveloped by his arms and accept the safe space. eddie thought about his options and where the line was in this scenario, all he wanted was to make y/n feel better and take her mind off of the events that had happened. he cleared his throat, shifting so that he was looking into your eyes that seemed to look anywhere but his, “sweetheart, how about we get out of here? feel free to slap me but this place is a bore and i have weed in my van, if that’s your gig.”

you were nodding before eddie had even finished his sentence. you needed nothing more than to get out of there after what had happened and it wasn’t like you had plans anymore. “yeah, fuck yeah let’s get out of here,” you said with a quick nod, chugging back the rest of your beer and you definitely didn’t miss the smirk from eddie as he watched you. he did the same before grabbing ahold of your hand, lacing your fingers as he walked you to his van that was parked around the back of the bar.

you were tense for the short walk to his van, gripping eddie’s hand until he opened the passenger seat to his van for you, waiting for you to be seated comfortably before he shut the door and made his way to the drivers side. he tapped his fingers along the steering wheel for a moment, pursing his lips then turning to face you with the sweetest eyes you had ever seen. “would you be comfortable coming back to my place? i have some weed, alcohol and music?” he asked cautiously, worried he was teetering close to the line of things that were not appropriate to do with someone who had practically been mauled by their boyfriend.

you didn’t need the promise of weed, music or alcohol, being alone with eddie was all you could ever want. anything else was just a bonus. “i’d like that, eddie,” you looked at him, really looked at him and he looked even more beautiful than you had originally thought. the way he looked at you, like you were providing the air that was keeping him alive, the one holding up the moon and the stars. no one had looked at you like that before and even though this had been the shittiest night of your life, there seemed to be a way to turn it around and enjoy what would probably be a once in a lifetime moment. you smiled wider when eddie clapped his hands together at your response, his smile bright and he was quickly starting the van, making the short drive to the trailer park. neither of you spoke on the drive but the silence wasn’t tense or awkward, it was peaceful and you knew you were safe.

eddie unlocked the door, giving it a push with his foot when it got stuck then holding it open for you. you moved past him with a thankful smile, your eyes immediately caught by the walls that were lined with more mugs than you could have imagined would be in one room. eddie followed behind, simply watching you take in your new surroundings. he also didn’t mind taking in your body for the first time that night now that things were settled and they had left that part of the night behind. he couldn’t help his eyes fixating on your ass, who could blame him? he admired the way your thick thighs filled out the jeans, hugging your figure beautifully. “judas,” he mumbled, taking note of the t-shirt you were wearing. “you like judas priest?” he asked, stepping closer to you until he reached his hand to touch the faded pattern on the back of your shirt.

your breath hitched at the unexpected touch of eddie’s fingers on your back, feeling the heat of his fingertips through the only layer that stopped him from touching your bare skin. not that he wanted that, he was simply admiring a mutually loved band tee. “who doesn’t?” you teased, turning on your heel to face eddie and you gasped when you came near face to face with him, only a mere inch away from his lips. “s-sorry, i probably shouldn’t have chugged that beer,” you laughed, stepping back and diverting your gaze from eddie. you were only tipsy, but it was an easy excuse. “you said something about weed?” you asked, a hopeful smile on your lips and you found yourself laughing as eddie grabbed your hand and ran you down the hall to his bedroom.

“sorry about the mess, wasn’t plannin’ on having a pretty girl here tonight,” eddie said, frantically throwing the pile of clothes off his bed, straightening the covers as much as he could but you stopped him from doing much more when you sat on the bed. you smiled fondly, sitting yourself down in favour of getting off your feet and out of your boots, your feet were aching and you yearned for the softness of a bed. “it’s no problem, eds. sit with me?” you looked up at him, watching him frown and kick a couple more things aside before sitting down next to you on the bed with his back against the wall and his legs splayed out, his tin lunch box sitting on his lap. he had thankfully pre rolled some joints, he never had the energy after a show to roll. “here you go, sweetheart,” he smiled widely, holding out the joint to you in one hand with a lighter in the other hand.

one hour and two joints later, you were on cloud nine, the cloud in this scenario being eddie’s face. “fucking hell, eddie,” you moaned, gripping his hand that was on your hip, reeling at the sensation of his cold rings against your hand, knowing they were going to create indents in your hips soon. you couldn’t remember who went in for the kiss first but it had all been a blur of hurried tugging of clothes, a stubbed toe and a bra clasp stuck on eddie’s hair. all of those leading up to him begging you to sit on his face, his pleas mumbled out around your nipple as he sucked eagerly, “baby, please. please let me taste you, i want you on my face. please?” your first answer had been no, protesting that you were going to crush him, but you could only resist him for so long when his tongue was already proving to be just as talented as you had imagined. you had asked him three times if he was sure, hovering above his chest nervously and with the fourth time, he grabbed your hips and pulled you down until your pussy was flush against his lips.

eddie was sure he had died and gone to heaven the moment y/n finally gave in to her wants, her wet pussy colliding with his lips which drew a low moan from his lips. “princess, you taste so fucking good, my god,” he groaned, lapping eagerly at your clit, his eyes locked on yours. he brought the hand that wasn’t entwined in yours up to your mouth and you immediately parted your lips, sucking on two of his fingers eagerly while grinding slowly against his tongue. you moaned around his digits, chasing them as eddie pulled them from your mouth which made him chuckle. “you’re fucking beautiful,” he growled, bringing the soaked digits to your hole that was already more than wet enough to take him, he had simply wanted to see your mouth full and your spit on his fingers. you threw your head back when he plunged his fingers in, giving you no time to adjust as he was curling his fingers up and pressing in with slow, deep movements.

eddie was lapping at your clit, his moans sending vibrations through your body that rattled your bones and pulled a loud moan from your lips, “eddie, fuck- oh my god!” one of your hands found its way into eddie’s curls while the other was behind you on eddie’s chest, your fingers clutching at the soft hairs.

eddie’s eyes squinted open when he felt your fingers slink into his hair, almost like you knew it would make him weak. he considered keeping his thoughts to himself but he was feeling a little bit selfish, needing something to ease the ache of his hard dick that pressed into the denim of his jeans. “pull my hair, please?” he hadn’t intended to sound so needy, but having a literal goddess sitting on his face did things to a man, who could blame him?

you raised your eyebrow slightly at eddie’s request, never having encountered anything quite like him in your past sexual experiences but how could you deny those sweet eyes staring up at you? you couldn’t. “anything for you, eds,” your fingers curled tighter around his locks before tugging firmly which in turn brought his face closer against your wet heat that he continued to suck and lap at like his life depended on it, a deep groan coming from him as you pulled on his hair again, earning yourself another moan from the gorgeous boy below you. “you like that, don’t you?” the answer was already loud and clear, but you were really starting to enjoy this little game eddie had started.

eddie nodded rapidly, taking a quick moment to lean his head back and take a breathe after suffocating himself inside her sweet nectar. “fuck yeah baby, keep pulling, just like that,” he moaned, diving straight back into your clit with vigour while his fingers doubled in speed, filling the room with the wet noise of his fingers fucking you open. “come for me baby, i want you to come on my face, wanna taste you,” he thought he sounded pathetic and horny but you seemed to enjoy it if your high pitched moans were anything to go by.

there was a deep pressure building in your stomach, the constant force of eddie’s fingers inside of you and his lips locked around your clit brought you to the edge and you physically couldn’t stop your thighs from clenching around his head while you rode the incoming wave of ecstasy. you had anticipated that eddie would have stopped but he pushed further, deeper and faster inside you, making you near scream from the sheer force of him, “e-eddie! i can’t, i ca-“ the crashing force of please cut you off as something you had only ever seen in porn happen, too quickly for you to move away from eddie’s face, a quick gush of liquid streamed from your pussy and onto eddie’s awaiting tongue.

eddie’s eyes flew open wide when he felt the first splash on his tongue, followed by some more that he eagerly slurped up until you were wiggling away from him, feeling far too over sensitive for another touch. “holy hell, y/n. did you just squirt on me?” licking his lips, eddie gently helped you move onto the bed and lay down on your stomach while you caught your breathe, his hand resting on your back.

it felt like years before you could speak again, turning your head to rest your cheek on eddie’s pillow so you could look at him and you couldn’t help but blush wildly when you saw the wetness coating the lower half of his face. “i.. i guess?” shyness was starting to creep back now that the high was fading and you reached out to find something to cover yourself, not getting too far before eddie was sliding his arm around your waist and bringing your back against his chest, making you the little spoon. “where you off to, beautiful?” his soft voice trickled through your ear, making it easy to melt into his hold. “sorry, kind of a habit,” your words were barely above a whisper.

eddie hummed happily when you curled into his arms, feeling bold enough to slink his arm around your front and rest his hand on your tummy. “this okay?” he asked, smiling brighter when you nodded and hummed in approval. you leaned back into eddie, nudging your nose against his curls. “do you need.. i mean.. are you.. can i do anything for you?” you sighed at your awkwardness, cursing at yourself internally. eddie chucked and shook his head, pressing his lips against your ear. “i’m good, i blew my load when you squirted on me,” he answered simply with a shrug. “how about i clean us up and then we can sleep, if you want to stay?” he put on his best puppy eyes, even going as far as to pout at you.

your heart jumped happily in your chest when eddie asked if you wanted to stay, meaning you could live in this safe bubble for a while longer. “i’d love that eddie, thank you.” you smiled, sitting up and following him to the bathroom where he ran a wash cloth under warm water, bringing it between your legs and around your thighs until you were all cleaned up. he removed his jeans and sticky boxers, kicking them to the corner of the bathroom to address another time, preferably when he didn’t have the prettiest girl in his bed. he remained close to you, his hand on your back as you walked back to the bedroom and all but collapsed into the awaiting bed.

the thin sheet on eddie’s bed covered you while eddie locked up the trailer and switched the lights off, returning to you with a running start from the hallway and a leap of faith onto the bed which sent you both into a fit of giggles. the sheet now gone, your naked body was entwined with eddie’s as you settled into him, your head on his chest and one leg swung across his hip. “thank you, for.. well, everything,” you whispered, the darkness of the room making the words easier to speak into reality. eddie smile, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “you’re welcome, princess. get some rest now, yeah? it’s been a long night,” he hummed, smoothing his fingers through your hair.

you dozed off in a matter of minutes, the events of the night catching up to you quickly now that all the adrenalin was gone. eddie waited for you to start snoring softly, telling him you were in a deep sleep before he allowed himself to let sleep take him, his eyes sliding shut but not before he gave one last squeeze to the beautiful woman in his arms.

fin

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie spaghetti #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic

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anonymouslosersworld · 11 months

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Two-faced

Two-faced pt 2

Characters; Tenjiku

Genre: Fluff (F)

Toman reacts to : s/o with a double life.

warnings: Reader is a menace to society pt2

Requested by: @sousheiswag

Summary: gang leader!s/o that hides the fact that she Is a True menace and a gang leader to anyone.

characters: Izana, Ran Haitani and Rindou Haitani

Hiding something like 2nd life was exhausting. Like honestly how did you even find the energy to do it?

Your boyfriend's clingy, stupid, and always had to give you a heart attack one way or another, even if he doesn't admit it. He was up your ass every other day and making you angry half the time. Which made you so happy that you had ...creative outlet

It honestly took a load off caving someone's faces in after a big fight you had said, boyfriend. Sometimes you needed something to end up in flames and someone's ugly sobbing to get your anger out.

It was always a big plus that the people you were kicking the shit out of weren't the innocent bystanders but other gang douches that broke your territory rules or tried to take over your said territory.

But today you were running behind schedule some gang decided to pull some shit the day of some important day your boyfriend invited you . So you had to stop in the middle of getting ready to go deal with them.

you were kinda pissed, while you were hot the temp for that day was even higher and it made you cranky. So the douches got the death of a lifetime.

Izana Kurokawa

Izana was fucking worried, he went to your apartment to check on you because you hadn't called him like you promised you would. Your room looked like it had been ransacked if he was being honest, but he knew that the mess was a part of getting ready to go out.

what really made alarm bells ring in his head was the ugly boot footprints all over your home, he thought you had been kidnapped. While he usually said anything about your shoe preferences these seemed to be all over certain parts of your parents. It's where you keep all your valuables...kept is more like it since these places were empty/ ransacked.

Izana let out a huff and gritted his teeth.

'unbelievable' He thought as he walked out of your apartment.

'I'm so fucking late!!!'

well, you say that but you didn't seem to stop shoving s scum bag's face into the floor.

"you seem to like being on your knees for a girl huh? you must make someone happy." you said trying to alleviate your bad temper.

"oh but who am I kidding, you get no bitches do ya!" You grunt as you knee the guy in the face. "You'd be lucky with just a hello!"

"If it weren't for you I'd be with my boyfriend but noooo. Y-you just couldn't shut the fuck up and leave me be!"

The sound of bones breaking was clearly heard by you as you curb stomp the idiot who dared to cross paths with you. You can't help but remember a time not so long ago when it bothered you. But you were most certainly more bothered by your current predicaments because you didn't notice someone coming up behind you trying to confirm it's really you.

"DO you know how fucking long it takes to get a date with that asshole?! A lot! I worked really hard and you ruined it!"

"I could be sipping a (insert drink) with him right now! or watching a fucking movie?! Now I'll have to wait til his dumbass schedule opens up for another one bitch!"

Ran Haitani

See you rather die than admit to Ran that you were a leader of the gang. To give that man satisfaction would be a stain on your pride. So you obviously decided you would deal with the way you love.

Fighting was not one of them.

Physiological warfare of course.

So no Ran didn't catch you exactly fighting but in a particular scene. To him, it looked like you were ambushed or being harassed by a gang. When they looked at him in fear he just assumed it was because of him.

Turns out it was the opposite situation, he had no idea that you had told this daddy's man that his daddy knew what he was doing in his free time.

You had just exposed him for being a fraud rich boy wannabe gang leader just cosplaying, causing his fear to become real as his gang was ruthless and cutthroat.

"Now. do you want me to tell certain interested parties about this orr?" your paused before continuing, "you know you have a really pretty dad ya know? He really looks like my friend's type too, maybe you'll have a new step-mommy."

" You think your empty threats-"

"Empty? who said they were?" You grab his face and squeeze it with a force to bruise his face. "watch your tone with me little bitch boy, or you won't like the consequences ."

The look on the man's face when registered Ran's oncoming figure was hilarious. You would probably laughed if you weren't caught red-handed doing something."

"Heyyy Ran~"

"Is this what was keeping you late?"

"hmm~? what do you mean?"

"This dude bothering you?"

"Oooh, no we were just having a spirited conversation and we finally finished. "

The look on Ran's face was unreadable but after a minute he nodded.

"alright you little bitch, do what I told you or else," you whispered to the man behind him and walked to Ran who had extended his hand to you to hold.

So ran didn't find out till after rumors had spread that he was someone's dog and bitch.

Rindou Haitani

Rindou finding out that you were in a gang was actually pretty easy if you asked him (you never denied it or tried to hide it) . But if you asked yourself, you couldn't have been more obvious with him. In your relationship with Rindou you pride yourself with being honest with him and having a clear and open line of communication with each other.

you literally had just gone to the bathroom at this cafe that you and Rindou decided to have a date at and suddenly Taiju Shiba was in your seat trying to "conduct business'" with Rindou. You smirk as you approach the table before stealing a kiss from Rindou and placing yourself onto his lap.

"Hi baby, whose this date crasher?" you question him playing dumb. You knew Taiju very well.

"This is_"Rindou began before being interrupted by Taiju

" I don't think it any of your business'."

A laugh escapes your throat and you smile at him.

"Well I know you don't think at all. But seeing as you interrupted MY date with MY boyfriend.. it is my business. "

" No one has taught you to speak when your spoke-"

" Unlike your shitty ass, poor of excuse of a way of treating your "family" you don't get to talk to me that way. Or did you forget your manners when your parents died Dog." You spoke with poison in your veins, you hated every single cell of that loser. For the way that he treats your friend and her brother but also the way he handles things.

Taiju blood boils and he begins to try to "disciple" you but before he or Rindou could even react, your men quickly disabled Tajiu and pinned him to the table. With his face shoved into the dirty café floor , you motion to your men to pick the loser up. Blood ran down his nose and forehead, his cheeks stung from your full force slaps to the point were he almost didn't feel them.

" Now, just this once I'll let you off easy okay girlie? Because i know of a couple of interested parties that would like to shoot another one those videos. "

His face drained of color as he remembers Haikai's significant other torment and the humiliation's he went through because of them.

"good you realize who I'm speaking of. Hears what we are going to do. Your going to leave me and my boyfriend to our date. These lovely men are going to beat you to inch of your life then leave you for dead in some random river while recording everything and maybe just maybe that video will end up in Koko's or haikai's lovely s/o hands. And you will spend every waking moment wondering when either of them is going to strike."

Rindou had chills for weeks after that. He processed the event slowly as he clearly remembered the fear in Taiju's face. The fact that you could be so cold and ruthless but the next second be so warm to him blew his mind.

He would do the same thing of course but he needs time to process. But in the meantime you two go on a lot of uninterrupted dates.

Hajime Kokonoi

Kokonoi values information, money and luxury.

But there was a fourth thing he valued with his grubby greedy hands the most and that was you. You had everything he valued and loved all wrapped into one. You somehow knew information that it would have taken him a lot of time and money. You had "strange" and "random" friendships with some questionable people, connections he knew where in HIS world.

so he didn't have evidence to back up his claims but in his 4 million heart he knew that you were at least involved into his world but just didn't know how much. He knew you either deep enough to be an information gatherer of a spy but he didn't think you were a gang leader.

Day and night he would undirectedly tell you to leave that world behind and that he would take care of you but you never acknowledge his underlying message.

But he realized how strong you were when a gang he was working on merging another gang to tenjiku only to realize that group had disbanded and joined another gang.

Shion

Oh He knew, you think he would forget getting his ass beat by you??

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers tenjiku #tenjiku #tokyo revengers ran #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani #haitani ran #ran headcanon #haitani rindou x reader #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou haitani #haitani rindou #tokyo revengers izana #izana kurokawa #hajime kokonoi #kokonoi hajime #tokyo revengers kokonoi #kokonoi x reader

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french-unknown · 8 months

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𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 | 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫

finnick odair x little sister!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Since you met Finnick when you were only 6 years old, you immediately thought of each other as brothers and sisters. Unfortunately, the Hunger Games do not spare children.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: none

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 900

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

[ m a s t e r l i s t ]

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍

Mags is your grandmother from your mother’s side so you grew up in District 4 in Victors’ Village with your whole family.

You had a sweet childhood, which makes you a nice and quite innocent child when it comes to the world you live in, and you were very close to your grandmother who often took care of you. Your family grew without ever being in need thanks to the pension of the former victor but nevertheless remained very humble and appreciated by the district because you were all devoted to charitable works.

The subject of the Hunger Games has always been a sensitive subject, however, and no one was watching the Games at home.

When you were 6, Finnick - then 14 years old - won his Games and also moved to the Victors' Village.

He immediately formed a kind of brother-sister relationship with you, where he was the one who looked after you when your parents were not there. He also went with you to school, which was the same as his, and waited for you in the evening so that you could go home together. He was truly the sweetest big brother in the world who kept reminding you that you were his little princess.

Your relationship improved even more when Annie Cresta came to settle down when you were 11 because the three of you often hung out together. You were over the moon when you found out they were together.

Unfortunately, you were nominated as the female tribute of the 73rd Hunger Games when you were only 14 years old.

There was panic in your family: your parents wouldn't let go of you as they hugged you in the back room and you saw Mags crying silently in a corner. During the whole preparation period, all of them who were mentors came with you and did their best to teach you the techniques to hide and to survive during the Games.

Just before entering the arena, your grandmother gave you her necklace with an oyster shell so that you would have a souvenir of her.

Luckily for you, the arena for the 73rd Hunger Games was "City Ruins" so so the weather conditions weren't extreme and you had plenty of hiding places to hide in "comfortably". You used your skills and, just like the District 6 Morphlings and Mags before, you were able to survive in the arena without having to fight with anyone. Plus, you were very popular on Capitol because you were a child and also as a descendant of a previous victor from the first generation. So, coupled with the fact that Finnick and Mags had gone out of their way to get you sponsors, you received a lot of gifts that helped you a lot during the Games.

You were greeted like a miracle on your way home.

However, the stress of your nomination as well as her old age got the better of Mags, who passed away before the start of the 74th Hunger Games.

When the 3rd Quarter Quell was announced, when you were 16, you were in shock and yet, when you heard Annie's name as a tribute, you volunteered in her place. You considered her your big sister and loved her as such, so knowing her psychological state, you preferred to take a chance rather than let her die. When you were in private with Finnick, he thanked you for saving her and promised to always protect you no matter what, as the precious little sister you were for him.

You joined the Rebellion alongside Finnick.

As the start of the Games cannon thundered, you jumped into the water to swim to the catwalk. Thanks to your swimming abilities in your district, you were one of the first to go out of the water. However, while you were locating yourself in the arena as well as where Finnick and your allies were, you didn't see Enobaria who emerged from the water at your feet to come and bite your Achilles tendon until it was bloody. You managed to push her back into the water before running to Finnick, whom you had spotted at the Cornucopia, and collapsing at his feet, unable to walk.

He carried you on his back for the rest of the Games where he defended you tooth and nail against all threats such as the fog, monkey mutts or other tributes. You comforted him as best you could after his time with the mockingjays.

Given your physical proximity to him before the dome exploded, he used his last strength to crawl up to you before the hovercraft took him away. So you were picked up in the same basket as him.

So you were sent to District 13 where you both eagerly awaited Annie's return and, when she finally came back and she and Finnick finally got married, you were their maid of honor. When Finnick then left with the expedition squad to the Capitol, you stayed in the underground District where you learned from Annie that your entire family was executed by Snow after you disappeared due to your rebellion. Once Finnick returned and you all witnessed the execution of Snow and Coin, the three of you settled back into District 4.

You have the house right next to theirs.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @amonett @zodiyack

#hunger games #imagine #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair imagine

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hardstraykidshours · 2 years

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scars

pairing: minho x afab!reader

genre: fluff, angst??, smut, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: minho opens up about an insecurity he's kept hidden from you, so you remind him how perfect he is.

length: 3.4k

warnings: softdom!minho, sub!reader, profanity, sexual/suggestive content, slight food mention, talk of insecurities, nipple play, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), creampie, cum play, pet names ("princess"), nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

you take a minute to collect yourself before reaching up to knock on the door in front of you. you've been an anxious ball of nerves all day, time passing so slowly as you waited for 6pm to arrive. you're boyfriend, minho, had invited you over to his apartment for the first time since you started dating a few months ago.

not because he was trying to hide anything from you, or didn't want you to see his place, it's just that you both have been so busy there hasn't been the time. plus, your apartment is much closer to the practice studio than his, so it's always been much more convenient for him to just come to your place before or after work. besides, you usually don't have much time to hang out there anyways. most of your dates have been coffee shops or restaurants, the occasional walk in the park, basically anything you could squeeze into the small sections of time in your schedules that overlap. on the few evenings you both have had free, you usually end up just going out with minho and the rest of the members, so you could get to know his friends.

you don't know why you're so nervous about seeing his apartment for the first time. you've been dating for awhile, you know each other super well, you hang out with his friends, you've even met his parents at this point. hell, you're already actively sleeping with the man, albeit not as much as you would like with your insane schedules, but still, something about this feels more intimate for some reason.

taking one more deep breath, you reach up and knock on the door. "come in!" you hear a familiar voice shout from the other side. you head in and quickly scan the room, finding minho in the kitchen to the right, cooking something over the stove. he's wearing jeans and a white button down, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. he looks so put together while also casual, his bare feet making the whole scene feel very domestic, and you can't help but admire how he always looks so effortlessly incredible.

he turns to look at you, a bright smile lighting his face. "hi! i'd come over there, but i can't stop stirring this sauce or it's gonna burn."

"that's okay, i can always come to you," you say. slipping your shoes off, you cross the space to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and trying to peer around him to look in the pot. "whatchya making?"

"italian. i figured it's been awhile since we have had anything italian, and i found this new recipe for a creamy red sauce that i've been dying to test out."

"that sounds incredible, i can't wait," something bumps against your leg, and you look down to see dori rubbing on you. you release your hold on minho to lean down and scoop her up before backing up against the counter and looking around the apartment for the first time.

"of course. you've been here for all of five seconds, and she's already come out of hiding," minho scoffs, pretending to be upset over his cat's love for you. you've met his cats a few times before, at his parent's house, when he brought them over to your apartment, and that one time he snuck them into the studio for you to play with when he was stuck late practicing. for some reason, dori took a liking to you, and minho never fails to comment on it since he has to fight for every ounce of affection he gets from her.

"it's not my fault you like me more than your dad, huh, baby?" you ask while scratching behind her ears.

even though all you can see is his back, you can feel the way his eyes roll, but you also don't miss the way his shoulders shake with silent laughter.

"you can take a look around if you want. i can give you the formal tour after we finish eating. i'm sure soonie and doongie would be glad to get some scratches from you, i think they're in the bedroom."

"okay!" you chirp back at him before strolling out of the kitchen area to look around, dori happily purring away in your arms the whole time. it doesn't take you long to look around as his apartment is small, but you like it like that. you can tell he keeps everything clean and well organized and with the few scattered decorations he has, the place feels very cozy, similar to your own apartment.

you find the other two kitties curled up on his bed and you can't help but sit down and give them lots of loves. you don't know how much time you spend giving attention to the little fur balls, but eventually you hear minho call you from the front room. "hey! there are other people here who would appreciate some loving too!" you give each cat a little kiss on the head before getting off the bed.

"oh, and also dinner's ready if that entices you more!" he yells. you smile to yourself over how obnoxiously adorable your boyfriend is.

when you get back to the kitchen, you see he's already set the table, arranged the food on it, and even lit a candle. "oh min, this looks amazing!"

he pulls out your chair for you, and you both sit, chatting back and forth about how your weeks have been while eating some of the best pasta you have ever had. you're pretty sure every other sentence is just you talking about how good his food is.

after dinner, you continue your conversation as you both clean up the dishes and pack up the leftovers. it feels just as natural here with him as it does at your apartment, and you can't even remember why you were so nervous to come over in the first place.

"shit!" you whirl around at his sudden curse. while transferring the sauce from the pot to a smaller container, minho spilled some and now his previously white shirt is spattered with bright red.

he turns to the sink and wets a rag, starting to wipe at the spots.

"wait, stop!" you shout, grabbing his wrist to stop his movements. "you'll only make it worse and smear the sauce more if you do that. we need to rinse it in cold water and get stain remover on it before the stain sets."

you immediately reach forward and start unbuttoning his shirt. as you undo the last few and start helping him out of it, you pause, noticing a slender scar on his stomach you have never seen before. it's pale enough that you're not surprised you never noticed it prior to this, as all the other times you've seen him without a shirt have been in dark bedrooms or dimly lit clubs.

but in the stark kitchen light you can see it, plain as day, extending in a jagged line across a significant portion of his lower abdomen.

minho catches you staring and quickly steps away from you, turning slightly as he shrugs his shirt the rest of the way off and bunches it in front of him.

"i'll, uh, just go grab another shirt and take care of this. thanks for the tip on stopping the stain," he mumbles as he brushes past you to head to his room.

"min, wait," you say, catching his wrist before he can fully pass you. he pauses at your touch, but doesn't turn around. "what just happened?"

"nothing," he replies quietly, still facing away. you move around to stand in front of him and try to catch his gaze, but he avoids your eyes.

"is this about the scar?" you ask. he doesn't respond, but the way he subtly clutches the shirt tighter against his stomach says everything you need to know. "what happened?" you ask gently, swallowing the lump in your throat as various horrible scenarios flash through your head.

"it's just from a surgery i had as a kid, it wasn't that big of a deal," you let out a breath of relief when you realize it wasn't one of the horribly traumatic situations your brain had jumped to. but his words still aren't matching his actions.

"you say it wasn't a big deal, but it seems like it might have been." he doesn't respond, still just staring at the floor, and holding the shirt tightly to his abdomen. "come on, min, it's me," you reach up and softly touch his face, tipping his chin until his eyes lift to yours. "you know you can tell me anything."

the corners of his lips raise briefly in the smallest of smiles and his arm relaxes its hold on the shirt slightly.

"i was so young i really don't even remember what happened. the surgery really wasn't over anything all that intense, like i wasn't going to die or anything, it just ended up being emergent so the incision was much larger than it usually is. and then it didn't heal super great," he lowers his shirt, so you can see the scar again. "and as i've grown over the years, my skin has kinda twisted and stretched weirdly because of where the scar is. i tried everything, but nothing helped it fade or look less...like it does."

at his hesitation you look back up at him, a questioning look on your face. you watch him take a deep breath before continuing, "ugly. "

your heart breaks a little at the sound of that word leaving his lips.

"i've struggled with self confidence over the years. i mean it's hard to not when you're in an industry where appearance is such a huge part of what we do. i've worked really hard on myself, both physically and mentally to get to the place i am now. but no matter how hard i work i can't help but see it as a flaw. when i look in the mirror and see the body i've worked and continue to work so hard for marred like this it's really defeating. especially when everyone around me looks incredible; none of them have a giant, ugly scar cutting across their abs."

he pauses for a moment, and you can't help but step closer and wrap your arms around him, crushing him in a tight hug. "min," you choke out, tears clogging your throat as your heart aches for him.

he continues. "it's why i never show my chest or stomach in any of our performances, i don't want any of our fans to realize i'm not as picture perfect as they think i am. i don't want to disappoint them."

you still for a moment, not only at the realization of why he's always the member to show the least skin, but also at the direction of his thoughts. you pull back from your embrace slightly to look up at him. "if you think any of your fans would look at you in any way besides with the same complete awe and respect they view you with now, then you severely underestimate how much they love you."

he blushes slightly at your words, a smile threatening to appear as his eyes dart to the floor again.

"and," you say firmly enough that he looks back at you, "i think you're perfect with your scar. in fact, i think it makes you even more perfect. because it's different. it's what makes you who you are. it's a symbol of how hard you worked to love yourself in an industry that constantly picks you apart. and i think it's absolutely lovely, just like the rest of you." you reach and and softly brush your hand along his scar, enjoying the feeling of the rough edges against your fingertips.

"i don't know what i did to deserve you," minho murmurs, a genuine smile finally on his face.

"you were just you. and that's all i'll ever need." you bend down and start placing tender kisses along the length of the scar, trying to show him that you love him with the scar, not in spite of it.

when your mouth meets the last bit of the scar, where it ends just above the waistband of his pants, you feel his entire abdomen tense and a sharp breath leave his lips. smiling to yourself, you linger there just a little longer, your lips teasing his soft skin.

you pull back to glance up at him, and the look on his face is no longer tender and soft like it was moments before, but instead full of seduction. you feel yourself grow wet from just his heated gaze.

as you step closer to him you run your hand along his stomach again, making sure to brush your thumb along his scar as you do. he just stares at you for a few beats before tossing his shirt to the side and curling one hand around the back of your neck, hooking the other around your waist and hauling you to him, your chest colliding with his.

"wait, what about your shirt?" you say breathlessly, knowing he needs to wash the sauce out before it stains, but barely able to focus on anything besides the feeling of his hard, warm chest pressed against you.

"i can buy another damn shirt," he crashes his lips into yours, tongue immediately searching for yours. his fingers tangle in your hair as he tastes you desperately, as though you might disappear at any moment. you wrap your arms around his neck, matching every movement of his mouth and stroke of his tongue. you can feel every emotion rolling off of him into the kiss, and you pour as much love and affection as you can into it.

the hand on your waist slips under your shirt as he kisses you fervently, skating along your skin as he guides your shirt up and over your head.

when he breaks the kiss to fully remove your shirt, he pauses for only a moment, eyes raking over every inch of your body, before diving back in. he makes quick work of your bra, sliding it down your arms and tossing it to the side. his hands immediately return to your breasts, kneeding them softly at first, making sure to slowly roll your nipples while he does.

you can tell your panties are already completely soaked, and you can no longer suppress your moans as his hands and mouth ruin you.

without warning, he flips you around, his chest against your back and his hard cock pressed into your ass. his mouth starts working its way along your neck, nibbling and sucking as he goes. one hand slides down your body to dip below your waistband and a gutteral groan resonates from his throat when he feels how soaked you are for him. he starts moving you both forward, his legs guiding yours, until your hips hit the kitchen counter.

his free hand reaches up to the middle of your back, gently but firmly pressing you forward until you feel the cool countertop meet your breasts. he removes his hand from your pants long enough to drag them to the floor and off your ankles, taking your underwear with them. you are completely naked in front of him, bent over the counter and at his mercy. supporting you with a hand on your hip so you don't fall, he takes one foot and kicks your ankles further apart, spreading you open for him.

you hear the zipper of his jeans and shudder with anticipation. only a moment later you feel him nudging at your entrance and you barely have time to take a breath before he's thrusting deep inside you.

you cry out at the combined sensation of him filling you and of your nipples brushing back and forth across the chilly countertop. he keeps a relentless pace, the sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the small kitchen.

it's fast and hard and rough, but somehow full of so much emotion, and you're completely overwhelmed by him. the familiar tingle starts building in your core, and you know you're not going to last long.

he braces one hand on your hip, using it to stabilize you while he pounds into you relentlessly. the other snakes around your waist, reaching down to roll across your clit. your eyes roll back at the blinding pleasure, and you lose all ability to form sound, going silent as your release starts to take over.

you stop breathing as you tip over the edge, your climax robbing all the air from your lungs as pleasure ripples through your body.

you feel his thrusts grow sloppy as you flutter around his cock, deliciously drawing out your orgasm until you feel like it might go on forever. but, then all of a sudden he pulls out, and your pussy clenches around nothing at the sudden emptiness. your hand shoots behind you blindly, desperately grabbing the back of his thigh to pull him back towards you.

"no! please!" you beg.

"i...i can't," he stutters, his voice strained, "i'm about to cum."

your pussy clenches hard around the air again at just his words. "i'm on birth control. please! i need to feel you again, you fill me so perfectly. i want to feel you cum inside me. please, min! please!" you're practically sobbing out the words, so completely overcome by your need to feel him back inside you.

"well, if that's what my princess wants -" he doesn't even finish his sentence before he's slamming back into you. you gasp, choking on your moan at the overwhelming acute pleasure curling through your body. you just finished coming, but you can already feel another one rapidly building inside you, barreling you towards release.

his hand continues to toy with your clit in earnest and all it takes are a few more quick, violent thrusts before you're screaming his name as your vision goes white and intense pleasure shoots through every inch of your body. your legs start to shake and give out, but minho simply grabs your hips, holding you up while he fucks you through your release. moments later a sharp curse leaves his lips and his hips stutter before he sinks himself fully inside of you. he leans forward and bites your shoulder as he cums, pinning you to the counter, the combined feeling of his mouth on you and his cock pulsing inside of you drawing out a few more aftershocks from your orgasm.

neither of you moves for several minutes, both too overcome by the intensity of what just happened to do anything more than catch your breath and try to fully come back to reality.

finally, he slowly removes himself from you, moaning softly at the sensation. you pull yourself up from the counter and turn around to face him. after tucking himself back in his pants, he leans toward you, placing a hand on the counter on either side of you.

"you are by far the sexiest person i have ever met in my entire life," he murmurs in your ear before slowly kissing the spot just beneath it.

your pussy once again clenches at just his dirty words, and you feel something start to run down your leg. glancing down, you watch as a bead of his cum starts to trace a path down your inner thigh. when you look back up, you find minho staring at the same spot.

his gaze flicks back to yours, a dark look in his eyes. "well, since you were so desperate for it, i'd hate for you to lose any."

you barely register his words before you're gasping as you feel his fingers enter you, shoving the cum that was leaking down your leg back deep inside you. he gives you a few languid strokes before withdrawing his hand, causing your eyes to roll back at the overwhelming sensation so soon after the most intense orgasm of your life.

he kisses your temple gently before leading you back to his bedroom. you both curl up in his bed, his cats eventually joining you while you watch a silly movie. he has his arms wrapped around you and you trail your hand lazily back and forth across his stomach, making sure to pay special attention to that beautiful, jagged scar.

#lee know smut #lee know imagines #lee know x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #lee know #stray kids #lee know fanfic #stray kids fanfic #afab reader #lee know oneshots #stray kids oneshots #oneshots #minors shoo #mine #hard stray kids hours #q: painting with hyunjin

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that-disabled-princess · 4 days

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you to those who've been tagging me these past few weeks despite me never participating @wellbelesbian/@nausikaaa @forabeatofadrum @best--dress @stitchyqueer

@noblecorgi @run-for-chamo-miles @hushed-chorus @cutestkilla @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

@youarenevertooold @alexalexinii @artsyunderstudy @cosmicalart 💖💖

I've been quietly working on some WIPs I'm not ready to share for personal/mental health reasons, but I read back through an old (really old, from 2021 old) WIP this morning, and wow I am a great writer. And the WIP is almost 6k words?!?! Things were really different back then, huh?

The premise of the fic is that the final showdown happens, but instead of killing Baz, Simon runs away with him and they get a flat together while they let the adults fight their war.

Lengthy snippet under the cut.

Baz:

“Why are you here, Fiona?” I reiterate.

“Let’s see.” She starts ticking things off on her fingers. “You didn’t come home for Christmas. Your parents were worried about you. The last time no one could find you, you were trapped in a coffin for six weeks. I wanted to know if you had taken down the Chosen One yet. And I wanted to know what you were doing in a shitty flat. And while we’re at it...” Fiona grins wickedly. Simon and my aunt would make a terrifying duo. “Who’s your flatmate?”

“What makes you think I have a flatmate?”

“Why are there two bedrooms in this flat, then?”

“There are loads of reasons I could have two rooms, Fiona.”

“Then explain the takeout,” Fiona says, pointing to the kitchen. “And your face. Who are you hiding, Basil?”

Sighing, I drag a hand through my hair and down my face.

“Snow,” I call. “Come out and meet my aunt.”

Simon:

I’m dead terrified as I walk out into the living room.

“You’re fucking the Chosen One?” Fiona Pitch exclaims when she sees me, jumping up from where she was previously seated on the couch.

“Not fucking,” Baz corrects. “Snogging.”

I blush.

“You’re snogging the Chosen One?” she shrieks.

Past me was really great at this, wasn't she? Also I apparently used to swear a lot more when writing, too xD I've deleted a lot of "fuck"s haha.

Tagging back everyone above for Sunday plus @bazzybelle @hoothalcyon @valeffelees @iamamythologicalcreature @confused-bi-queer <22

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chayanne18 · 7 months

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Don’t talk back

GENRE // dom!enhypen x virgin!reader

WARNINGS // smut, oral, unprotected sex (GET READY BABY)

Part 1

You just moved into your step brothers apartment, getting out of your parents house was not easy, but working at the library got you enough for a plane ticket to go and see Jake again, he was the only good thing that your mums last marriage gave you, Jake was so kind and nice to you that he made all the fighting and screaming at home disappear, but when he had to leave to college you were left alone.

When you told him you needed a place in Seoul to stay it didn’t take much time for him to suggest you to come to his apartment, you were a bit off at first since he shares it with three other men, and you were a bit shy with strangers, especially of the opposite gender.

But after a couple minutes you decided it was the best option you had, and now two months later here you are, at your brother’s doorstep waiting for him to open.

But for your surprise it was someone else who opened it “Heey you must be y/n, Jake is in the shower, he told me to show you around” the tall man said to you in a very excited tone, you decide to go inside and follow him as he said, “You can leave your bags in Sunghoon’s bed, he is out of the country for work so you can stay in his room until he gets back” he said with a big smile, after leaving your things you go with him to the kitchen where you find a very wet and half naked Jake who just got out of the shower.

You were not gonna lie, he was fine, he fas very much fine, the thought of having an affair with your step brother wasn’t something new, he was always so good to you that he became the center of your wet dreams for a while, plus you technically were not related so it wasn’t that bad. But you knew he saw you as a little sister, even though he was just a year older than you he always acted like a big bro and showed no interest in doing anything sexually related with you.

But keeping in mind that the last time he saw your face you were 15, his thoughts may have changed a bit seeing how beautiful you looked right now all grown up with your extremely long black hair, your cute round glasses and that tiny mini skirt you were wearing, thinking of how easy it must be slipping his hands under it and explore you fully. But then again you were his sister, so he had to excuse himself quickly before you realized the huge boner he was hiding under that towel.

You were left speechless, what did just happen, why did he leave like that without even saying hi and most important why tf was he looking at you that way.

You look at the boy next to you perplexed at what just happened, he awkwardly smiles at you “i- umm..dinner?” you quickly nod your head and you both start making some pasta.

While the water is boiling you decide to go and take a shower since you still haven’t had time to wash yourself after the flight and you know….tourist class…

The boy who you later found out he was named Jungwon tells you to use the bathroom next to that sunghoon guy’s room since there are spare towels there.

While you are showering you start hearing voices but you just guess that jungwon and jake must be talking in the livingroom and they are speaking too loud, you stop the water and just when you are ready to get out someone walks in, someone walks in and you start hearing noises, a belt, clothes falling into the ground, you stay still….you don’t know what to do, if they know you are in the shower why would they come inside without even knocking??

“i’m so tired of love songs tired of love son..” he starts singing “just wanna go home wan…” he starts the water without noticing you

#enhypen #smut #jake sim #sunghoon #heeseung #jungwon #big brother

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imwall-e · 11 months

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A CHOICE TO MAKE

Paiting : Bucky x Reader

Warning : soulmate AU, fluff, angst

Word count : 2047

READER POV

At the age of one, small letters appeared on your left wrist : the initials of your soulmate. It has been like this for everyone over the centuries. Your parents were no exceptions, destined to be together. Their lives sealed by ink on the skin. However, that didn't stop them from fighting over and over again. Tearing themselves apart before your eyes every day, even to the point of forgetting your presence. When you were eight, they filed for divorce and left you with your Aunt Emilia.

From that moment on, you refused to believe in this absurd soulmate story, wearing a bandage that Emilia changed every day to hide the initials. After a while, you stopped remembering which letters were engraved.

As years went by, you stayed with your aunt. Your parents never came back. Never called you. If that was what love looked like, you didn't want it. You didn't want to be abandoned, to have your heart broken by anyone else.

As you grew up, drawing became your one true love. Your aunt taught you and you were really good at it. Studies have never interested you. So, when you finished high school, you joined your aunt in running her clothing boutique. She made everything herself and taught you everything you needed to know. Thanks to her talents and yours, the store flourished. You even had the opportunity to partner with a few well-known brands.

About your sentimental life, you finally decided to give it a chance. After all, your parents were probably an exception. Unfortunately, the few relationships you had failed. Either because you were too scared, or because you couldn't ignore the men's wrist : it was never your initials. And the main reason was that not many people wanted to be in a relationship with someone they knew wasn't their soulmate. As a result, you were still single at the age of 28.

You wanted to find love, but you still refused to look at your wrist. To avoid thinking about what you would never have, you worked relentlessly. After a busy day, you liked to go to your favorite café. It was open all night, which was perfect because you were more productive at night. Sometimes you even spent the night there. During another evening, you settled in with a café au lait in hand. You were concentrating on a new summer dress project and hadn't heard the stranger arrive.

BUCKY POV

It was another sleepless night for Bucky. It has been like that since Hydra. His dreams always turning into nightmares. He'd got into the habit of wandering around at night. It helped him to calm his mind. Steve, his best friend, had advised him to go out and explore. « It helped him when I woke up in the 21st century, » he had told him, before going back to the 40s.

Bucky was walking through the streets. Night had already fallen but New-York was called « the city that never sleeps » for a reason : there was always activity even at night. Yet, he still managed to find a quiet place in a small street. A café opened 24/7.

When he entered, a little bell announced his arrival. The owner was behind the counter, and greeted him with a smile. Bucky ordered a cup of black coffee. All the tables were free, except one. The young woman sitting by the window was wearing glasses, a computer in front of her, a pen in her hands and notebooks spread out on two tables.

He decided to approach her. After all, why not try to make new friends ? Plus, she was really pretty. He took his café and headed towards her.

« Is this place available ?, » he asked. But she didn't answer, her mind way too focused on her drawings. Bucky tried again and this time she jumped. « I'm sorry, » he quickly added, « I didn't mean to scare you. »

« No, it's fine. I was just working and sometimes I just don't pay attention to my surroundings, » she said, putting her things away to make room for him. While she was doing that, Bucky noticed the bandage on her wrist and wondered why. That made him think about his left arm, the metal one, hidden under his leather jacket, his hand under a glove. He couldn't remember the letters. And almost all pictures from his previous life had disappeared, making it impossible to find out. However, this wouldn't be useful. His soulmate must be dead by now. He was still alive, but love was dead for him.

READER POV When the man's voice finally reached your ears, you got scared because usually there weren't a lot of people in the café late at night, and no one talked to you because you were always busy. Your eyes met his blue ones, and it was like looking to the sky after a storm.

Instinctively, you looked at his wrist which was hidden under his clothes. It scared you and reassured you at the same time. Maybe he was like you. Maybe he didn't want to know either.

« My name is Bucky, » he said, holding out his hand for you to shake. You shyly took it, giving him your name. You sat, facing each other. He was interested in your drawings, and you told him about your job and the store you ran with your aunt.

« Do you also design men's clothes ?, » he asked, looking at your different drawings.

« No, I never tried to be honest. We also were never asked to do them, so I only created them for women. But, why not, that could be fun and we would reach more people. »

You continued talking and around 1 a.m, Bucky invited you for a walk through the city. « The night is still young, and I feel like none of us is tired… but only if you want of course, » he was scratching the back of his neck and his cheeks took a pink shade. He was nervous.

« It's okay, » you genuinely smiled at him, « I'd love to. » He looked relieved.

« I'm sorry, it has just been a long time since I invited a woman somewhere. If you feel uncomfortable of course, I won't bother you ! » He looked so nervous, it was cute.

« Bucky, it's fine. You're just talking like you are really old, » you chuckled.

« Well, let's talk about that while we're walking. »

While you were walking through the streets of New-York, Bucky told you about his life. The 40s, the war, Hydra, waking up to the 21st century. When you asked why he was telling you all of this, he said : « because it's not everyday that I can talk about my own story. Usually people learn from the Internet, and it's not the same. » He also explained that he was scared, because he knew that he was going to spend the rest of his life without a woman by his side. His soulmate was in the past, and he was here.

« I think that isn't true. Love can't only be defined by a tattoo. And if you really believed what you just said, you wouldn't be here with me. »

He stopped, taking your hand. « You seem angry. » You didn't answer. « I saw that you were hiding the letter, why ? You could look for your soulmate and be happy. »

« Because I don't believe in it. I don't want this fucking inscription to tell me who I have to love. » He told you about his story, so you did the same. He didn't judge you, instead he understood. « Come on old man, » you didn't want to talk about this anymore, « let's forget this soulmate thing and enjoy our night together. »

« Follow me, » he said, taking your hand, « I know a nice spot. »

Bucky took you to a building, using the elevator to get to the roof. He asked you to close your eyes and you opened them when you felt the wind on your face. The view was beautiful : you could see the lights of the town, some of them coming from windows. Looking at the sky, you were able to see a few stars. It was silent, the sound of the city seemed far away.

You looked back at Bucky who was smiling. He took his jacket off, revealing the metal arm. « Dance with me », he said. And you accepted, taking his hand.

« Where did you learn how to dance ?, » you asked, letting him guide you.

« My mom taught me, » you briefly saw sadness in his eyes but his smile was stronger. « I'm glad I didn't forget. »

You both stayed like that for a long time. No words were required. You could have stayed like that for the rest of the night, when it started to rain. « I should take you back to your place, » Bucky broke the comfortable silence.

"Wait, » you begin. « I.. I always wanted to have a kiss under the rain. » You could feel your cheeks burning. But you had to try because there was something different about him. Because he had no letters. Because maybe you had a chance. Because maybe life was easier this time.

He took your face in his big hands, and gently kissed you. The rain fell harder and harder, it was cold on your hot skin. But Bucky didn't stop and you didn't want him to. Nothing mattered but you and him.

Later, he took you to your place. And you both knew that even if it was the end of the night it was the beginning of a life together.

3 years later

It was a beautiful rainy day. The dark clouds were reflected in the lake. The reception room was decorated with blue flowers. People were talking as they were waiting for you. In a few minutes it would be your moment. One of the most important in your life.

Emilia helped you with the final touches. She noticed that you still had a bandage around your wrist. « You should remove it now, » she gently said. Bucky has often told you the same, he didn't care about what would be written on it.

« I'm scared, I don't want to ruin this day by seeing another man's letter. Only Bucky matters now. »

« Then, you won't pay attention to it. Trust me, take it off. » You looked into her eyes. You knew you could trust her, as always. With trembling hands and your heart beating loudly, you removed what was covering your skin. And you saw.

J. B. B.

Tears were rolling down your cheeks. Your aunt read the letters and smiled. « What is so funny ? » you asked.

« Honey, I remember the initials from before you decided to forget them. I even have a picture on which you can read them. I'm always keeping it in my wallet, in case you wanted to see it one day. » She handed you the picture, a younger version of yourself was smiling, waving at the camera. You took a look at this small hand.

S. G. R

« I don't… » But you didn't have the time to finish your sentence. The music started. It was time to go. You took your aunt's arm so she could walk you down the aisle. When Bucky saw you, he was amazed. Your dress was beautiful, and you had designed it yourself. He couldn't wait to say the words that would unite the both of you forever.

« Remember, » Emilia told you in the middle of the aisle, « your life isn't determined by letters, but by your choices. » You couldn't ask her any questions as you were already in front of Bucky. Looking into his perfect blue eyes, you remembered what you said a few minutes ago : Only Bucky matters now.

You looked again at the letters and realized that you were going to marry your soulmate, because it was your choice.

I hope you loved this soulmate OS! Tell me what you think in the comments !

#bucky #sebastianstan #james buchanan barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x you #bucky fanfiction #marvel #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #soulmate au #angst with a happy ending

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digenerate-trash · 4 months

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F!yan bailey vs F! Yan Whitney

(kinda bored maybe they can be fighting over who protects PC or something idk)

(You know those meetings that you're not invited to between Bailey and Whitney??)

AFAB Bailey | AFAB Whitney | GN PC

Whitney shoved you to the side when you reached Bailey's office. She had been so clingy all day. Made sure you had extra marks on you so no one could touch you.

Practacly dragged you home by the collar of your shirt but now she was frozen in front of the office door. Her breathing was slow and purposeful. Her face was in a stuck snarl. One that was usually aimed at people that pissed her off.

She played with the rings on her fingers for a moment before she adjusted them back to rest on her knuckles before shoving open the office door.

Bailey wasn't amused as you hid behind Whitney. Nails tapped on the desk as she looked over the pair of you. Why do you always bring trouble home with you?

Bailey is an intimidating woman. 6'2 standing wide set shoulders and nails and teeth that looked blunt but could be used to all so skillfully make you bleed until you cried. You knew that from experience...

Whitney covers you from view before slamming her hands on the desk. The rings make a God-awful noise as they clash against the wood.

"So you're "mommy"?" Her voice is cold as she looks over Bailey. Sizing her up.

Bailey frowns. Even she doesn't think of herself in the parental role. She knows what she is.

"You here for a reason kid?" She asks before she leans back in her chair. She looks over Whitney carefully before she shakes her head slightly.

"You bruised my property!" Whitney yells. She has no tact for these kinds of things. She grabs you by the shoulder and lifts your sleeve to show off a bruise from Bailey. She grabbed you too hard while.... she held you down.

"Your property?" Bailey muses. She looks over at you before tilting her head. She knows the hickeys and bruises she left between your thighs are much worse. She wonders why you're so eager to hide them from your overly protective "girlfriend" It causes her to smirk before she looks up at Whitney from her desk. "I don't see your name on them- plus. They live with me. It means that they're technically mine."

Whitney bubbles with anger and hisses at Bailey. "I'll buy them."

"You couldn't afford it," Bailey says it's something you've heard over and over. Bailey loves this phrase. You start to wonder who could afford you at this rate.

"What's the price?!" Whitney yells but Bailey seems to dismiss the question. Instead turning to face you. "Go back to your room. I'm going to talk to you once this is done."

You gulp a bit. It's better not to argue. It's better not to fight. Just keep your head down and follow her rules. And do whatever gross violent thing she was going to force you into...

This time Whitney doesn't stop you as you leave closing the door behind you. You press your ear up to the door and try and make out what's going on but all you can hear is Whitney yelling. It's incomprehensible and upsetting... you've never heard her upset...

You hurry to your room before one of the other orphans catches you. You hope tonight won't be too bad... but that's unlikely.

#the fucking next day whitney probobly shows up beatten to hell but still willing to drag you to the tattoo shop to put her name on you #bailey the caretaker #whitney the bully #femme #tw implied rape #tw implied abuse #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #x reader #gn reader

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Unattainable | Yandere Ouran Host Club x Reader

You were visiting Haruhi in the host club, per her request via letter. Meeting every summer you two had become the friendliest of pen-pals. As such you two would share your lives and feelings in all it's unexciting glamor; recently including her adventures in the Ouran host club. Private and selective your school integrated with Ouran academy for a time to celebrate the partnership between the school. When you informed your dearest friend that you were coming she wanted to see you and bare witness to the insanity she had been subjected you. Unfortunately you were a very driven person moved solely by your truest love: food. While other friends, your siblings, and even your parents had left you, your ability to properly socialize has diminished. Haruhi was the only one to withstand your bluntness, realizing your personality buried by your lack of communication. As such incentives for your enjoyment had to be dangled before you for you to act. This was such a typical behavior of yours that Haruhi compared it to a dog for a bone as nicely as possible. Your bone to take time from you leaving to your home was cake. Plus your bestfriend would get to spend more time with you than in between classes. Just as usual when those blue doors to the music room opened rose petals flew out and Tamaki was there with an open palm. "Welcome my-" "Where is my cake?" "……"

Everyone deadpanned at the very blank but determined face that you had. The confused gawking being broken by Haruhi skipping out of her place to glomp you uncharacteristically. Her proximity to you had you heating up in a blush that Haruhi subtley chuckled at. "I-i came because you said there'd be cake." "I did and you'll get some but you'll have to have tea with me." "Of course." As she took your hand leading you to her table the host club had time to register what just happened. "That's Haru-chan's guest?" "Apparently so, who would expect her to be such good friends with a (L/n) let alone anybody for that matter." "And the way Haruhi treats them…" "She hardly gives us anything at all." "SHE DOESNT GREET ME LIKE THAT!!!" And this was the sum of the reactions throughout the entirety of service. And as the room cleared of their guests you remained happily attached to Haruhi as you munched on your fourth piece of cake. "(L/n) if I may ask how long have you known our beloved Haruhi?" "…." Once again everyone deadpanned as you ignored Kyoya for another bite of cake. Haruhi on the otherhand snickered at you before calling your name. You jumped, realizing that you were being spoken to in the first place. Wordlessly you questioned why she called you, she nodded her head in the direction of Kyoya who was trying to save face despite your lack of response. "Did you need something, sir?" "I asked about your relationship with Haruhi."

"Oh well…" You seemed to curl into yourself as though to hide behind the plate of cake you had cleared. "She's my best friend. And I wanted to see her in the environment she's spoken so fondly of." This time it was Haruhi's turn to blush, and the club to teasingly gush. You would smile as they carried on with their typical fighting. You were happy for her.

The next time you would be baited into the host club was less anticipated. You arrived with no words uttered between you or your dearest friend instead lasering your focus on the specific directions requiring you to sit at a table standing alone and with cake on top of it. For the whole service you just sat alone eating your full cake in the corner awkwardly angled towards the guests and hosts. You weren't bothering anyone and Haruhi seemed to be in a better mood since you showed up so they didn't bother. Come to find when they questioned her she had no idea why you were here. You showed your written invitation with a mysterious alias that referred to you as milk and signed as your partner in crime. When they tried to ask you who it maybe you can only say that 'you don't commit crimes least of all with someone who isn't Haruhi.' From there they make it their mission for the week to find out who your mysterious sender is. Sure enough all through out the week this 'partner in crime' would prepare various sweets to gorge upon as they ruled out suspects every day ultimately finding that there was only one letter left but because of its stipulations you timidly asked Haruhi for them to back off. Now the letter asked that you come to the former music room earlier than the end of the day. You showed up prepared to be attacked but instead you found a blushing and fidgety Honey. "Honey, if you'd please leave I'm supposed to be meeting someone in secret." "It's me." "Your what?" "I'm the 'Partner in Crime' I'm the Honey to your milk…" "I detest that phrase, we've committed no crimes together." Your attention was wondering again. "(Y/n)." He called watch your (e/c) optica refocus on him and light up in recognition. "Honey? Are you the one giving me free sweets?" "Yes." "Oh well thank you for them they made me quite happy." "….I'm glad but-wait (Y/n) where are you going?!" He looked up from his shuffling feet to see you turned and already at the door. "Oh I thought that was all. Go ahead then." He was now fully red practically steaming as he was revving up to say what he needed. "I-i love you (Y/n)! As a lover! Would you date me?!" He shouted earnestly refusing to open his eyes as he waited for an audible reaction." "You? Wish to date me?" "Yes." He lifted his head to see your eyes looking down at him just because of your towering height over him. Because of your listless expression it looked like you were glaring at him bit you weren't. But it felt like it. "Absolutely Not." You had turned to leave but were stopped by the emotional exclamation, "WHY?!" You stopped only turning your head enough for him to see the side of your face. "I'd quite literally be arrested. Child or not I can't in good conscience see you as anything more than someone I can barely have relations to." With that you walked away headed to meet your dearest friend Haruhi who was already waiting in the hallway. You remember you told her how you were leaving early on a vacation mandated by your remaining guardian. You said you would've invited her for the long weekend but you didn't want her to miss school and the host club. But she reassured you latching herself onto you as she pulled you to your vehicle and driver. "I don't mind missing a day if it means I'm with you." You smiled back at her allowing her to playfully squeeze next to you in the backseat. Any thoughts that lingered of anything mildly nauseating dissipated at the presence of Haruhi, just like it always did.

Honey was heart-broken at first. Had you truly felt nothing of his letters endued with poetry? About how much he wanted to partake in your life even before you formally met? He had seen you while scouting out homemade (f/p) ordering the amount you wanted which was enough to make the cashier and baker gawk. He watched you aloof to the stares you walked out carrying your own three boxes to your inconspicuous truck. Then he was just shocked. You rejected him because he was too cute? Never once had this been an issue most of the girls that confessed seem to find him just their type. Perhaps it was the underlying brother-complex but nonetheless this was his ball park; one that you entirely trashed. He remembered that a little after your second-hefty shipment of (f/p) that he began following you. Of course you never caught on, how could you? After all you only left your house for menial things, avoiding security for your sweet tooth. Never had he met someone so dedicated to food and thinking on it maybe that's why he was so interested. That same dedication directed towards him, would be lovely. You were like Morinozuka, in that you weren't a great talker but you could tell that you both truly cared. And for him to see you hold such a look with Haruhi, was infuriating. Now he was mad. You have the audacity to refuse him for Haruhi. Whether this is your fault or not he blames your dearest friend as the one who has made this decision. Ignoring that the words came from your own mouth, you weren't at fault. Honey was going to save you from Haruhi's influence. "Morinozuka." He called firmly into the nearly empty room, out of the darkness Mori was readying himself to run "Yes Mitskuni." "Make them need me." And with that the karate master second to Honey himself was on your trail and with a plan in mind.

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