#They had lil small flowers in my work and I was immediately reminded of this post

[biipbop]

Ive been too depressed to draw lately so Im going to ramble on the flower child Au comics I used to do. Mainly bc I ve been wanting to draw them more but, again, too depressed to draw.

The end of p2is? Didnt happen. Bc I wanted my babies to all be happy together. Tatsuya and Jun immediately become that annoying couple. They become infamous in sumaru bc they will be sweet on each other in public and Tatsuya, the intimadating deliquent with rbf, melts like the pathetic lil man he is when his bf simply suggestively smirks. No one but Maya and Lisa can do anything about it bc:

-Eikichi: just is not fazed at all by this. He is constantly third wheeling bc he can not read the room and does not notice what shenanigans the two are doing right next to him. He'll literally have a conversation with them while theyre making out and not even flinch.

Katsuya: Oh he fucking notices. People even come to him to complain that he needs to do something about his brother. But lord help him if he tries to argue with Tatsuya in front of Jun. Katsuya cant even process the audacity of watching his brother, the pathetic melted damsel in distress, s w o o n as his catty brat of a boyfriend polietly emotionally destroy him (katsuya) where it hurts looking down at him with his pointed high legs crossed and perched comfortably on tatsuya. Katsuya eventually develops respect for Jun. It takes some time though

Everyone else: theyre just too uncomfie and intimidated

The boys respect Maya too much to be as over the top as they usually are. While when lisa is there jun is too distracted sassing her.

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-Gas chamber-

Eikichi wants tatsuya and jun to join his band. Tatsuya does not want to until Eikichi reminds Tatsuya theyd be a rock band. With a specific aesthetic. A visual kei aesthetic. Which means *Jun* will be dress up in visual kei aesthetic.

Tatsuya convinces Jun to join. (Little does he know Jun had always planned to join but had only hesitated bc he would want Tatsuya to join)

Lisa would join a little later on. Eikichi would be against it and so is Lisa. It's only after Jun makes it competitive that Lisa enthusiasticly joins to try and one up him. Eikichi is only convinced when he finds out that he and Lisa actually sound really good harmonized together.

They develop a fanbase in Sumaru's underground indie scene (as small as it is). Lisa and Eikichi even begin to write original songs that are well recieved. Yukino and Maya contribute in furthering their career when they publish an article on the indie music scene that follows a night in the life as gas chamber, students during the day musicians at night. The band even begins to travel to gigs outside of sumaru.

They become a hit nationally and internationally in asia. (In the future they develop global fame with video sharing platforms (niconico and youtube) become a thing) After touring SEA in 2003 the band comes back to Sumaru for a break. Specifically, Lisa has been doing acting jobs between playing with the band. She had agreed to work on a movie so the boys agreed to take a break while she films for the next couple of months.

It's during this time that Eikichi and Miyabi get married. Tatsuya and Jun originally had planned to take the time as a break. That is until one day Jun and Lisa are on some variety show together (I dk if this is clear but eikichi tatsuya and jun may not be performing but theyre still doing their own thing. Like starting clothing lines, interviews, television cameos. Etc etc all that you would expect from a celebrity in the early 2000s)

While backstage they run into Jun's mom who hosts a show for the station. Jun and his mom have a strained relationship and Jun hasnt reached out to her since he was back. When they run into each other, Junko wants it to seem like a casual thing but really she was seeking him out. A family member that Jun hadnt seen in years had passed away. She wanted him to go to the funeral with her.

He agrees with the understanding that tatsuya would come along. When they arrive they discover the family member died young of illness. They were a single parent and were leaving behind a 2 y/o baby boy. It takes very little time for Jun to love the baby. And even less time for Tatsuya to agree to adopt the baby

And that's how Jun and Tatsuya become Akira's parents.

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Gas chamber goes on hiatus for a couple years once Jun and Tatsuya adopt. Lisa continues to take on acting gigs. Eikichi opens his own studio and makes an independent record label in sumaru. Jun and Tatsuya open a flower shop together.

Akira becomes the idol of the group. Eveyone wants to be his favorite aunt/uncle. Everyone wants to babysit. Jun teaches akira how to garden. Tatsuya tries to teach akira about motorcycles and cars to little success.

Akira becomes a mini Jun. They wear (fashionably) matching outfits. Akira learns fortune telling through tarot from Jun. He even learns how to be dramatic and cute to make his papa tatsuya melt.

When he's older the group begin to make music again and do performances in Japan. Aunt Maya is happy to watch over Akira when its not possible to bring him along. Junko even manages to convince the overprotective parents to let her do right by her grandson.

It isnt until akira is 16 that gas chamber goes on another international tour (their first and final tour they agree). Everyone is excited and planned it for a good year now. Akira was to stay in sumaru. Junko was to watch over him with Maya checking in on them when she can.

That is until he's arrested.

Akira makes Junko promise not to tell his dads. They had planned the tour and other events for so long he didnt want to ruin it. When Maya finds out she is the one who gets him a place to stay in Tokyo. Maya refuses to hide what's happening from tatsuya and Jun but she keeps it super vague "there was an incident but dont worry! I'm taking care of everything" and of course jun and tatsuya trust maya 100%.

And thus p5 happens

#biiptalks #high rambles #persona 2 is #persona 5 #flowerchild au #tatsujun #tatsuya suou #lisa silverman #jun kurosu #eikichi mishina #junko kurosu #akiren #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #katsuya suou #eventually shuake

[hyperfixatinglove]

A gush pass for you!! 🎫

Anybody on your mind today? :Dc

Omg free gush pass

My brain is full of Jesse Rentier I am sorry

Like look at him?? what a man huh?

Like I'm sorry but I am somewhat attracted to macho men, as long as they can be vulnerable & aren't toxic. This guy is out there smacking and punching vampire spawns with bare hands and gauntlet & while being an heir to (presumably) government funded secret vampire slaying institution.

He reminds me a bit of Blazkowicz like both strive to do what's right regardless of damage, to property, emotional, physical.. Both are in a way parody of the macho man who reeks of manliness and I bet like Blazko, Jesse is also subversion at the same time. Game length just didn't afford to show us that, which im bummed. They both also lean more to mayhem and destruction and fighting & don't get science at all.

My head is brimming from so many headcanons, his father is clearly wealthy so he must've had at least somewhat of education? Then again he was fighting "ticks" since he was 10.. lonely boy..

he has lil scars in his face like the classic lip scar sklasjljsl ♥♥♥ SO GOOD and I havent even started gushing about his outfit its so glamorous yet useful and there's small scene where he tips his hat to some official and it got me giggling so hard also he smirked and part of me ascended to higher existence immediately.

And the whole cowboy vampire slayer combo is bit hilarious & extremely silly but it works! It's unique & creative!

I'm just trying to fit my tiny butt into the tiny world of his & make it lore & canon compliant but also I'm changing vergil to be alive. Yeah one side character an engineer is named vergil. Jesse has such cute banter with him like he's not above dry remarks & jokes.

He joked to his collegue about flowers and him wanting to kiss him sjljlaj king he's not straight nor cis

i have such silly crush on him ♥♥

still missing character tag :(

#letters of love #youre mvp buddy #tough guy with gauntlet

[xiaosmoon]

what tattoos they would have.

feat. childe, diluc, & kaeya.

warnings: none.

childe.

- i imagine him to be the type with a bunch of tattoos littered all over him in a modern au. but realistically? i could see him having a tattoo on his lower left side abdomen. it would be blank inked of his harbinger mask.

- he wouldn't ever show off his tattoo to you intentionally; mostly because he forgets it's even there. it's on the opposite side of his lil peep hole so you would probably never see it unless he's walking around shirtless.

- childe probably doesn't even remember why he got it in the first place. it's not like he's proud of being a harbinger, even though he uses his title to his advantage all the time. ("i am the 11th of the fatui harbingers. that's why. now go, fetch me something to eat.") more so a symbol of who he is. and that he shouldn't forget what he's done to get that position.

- the first time you see the tattoo you're a bit taken back and confused. why get a tattoo of his mask?

the both of you rarely get time to yourselves. with childe always on fatui business and you caught up in your own work, lounging around the house and doing absolutely nothing was a luxury. you were in the kitchen cooking up a lovely meal for childe and yourself. too focusing on deciding which seasoning you should use, the arms that were slowing making their way around your body surprised you. "hello." you smiled, adding paprika to your pot. childe had just gotten out of the shower and his head was resting on your shoulder, wet hair brushing against the crook of your neck. "ugh childe, you're wet." you wiggle out of his embrace and turn around to meet his figure.

"what are you cooking? smells delicious." childe peers into the pot behind you.

your cheeks heated up at the sight of him. shirtless. you were new to this relationship and this was your first ever time seeing him shirtless. you were quite afraid to speak, scared that your words would come out as a jumbled mess.

he looked beautiful like this. wet hair, bright blue eyes, built arms, and- wait. is that a tattoo? making it obvious that you were staring, childe flicked ur head playfully. "like what you see?" you roll your eyes at the cliche saying and turn back to your cooking.

"i like your tattoo." childe smiles at your comment and hops up on the counter next to you. "i got it a few months ago. i honestly forget it's still there sometimes."

"maybe i should get one and we can match!"

"absolutely not."

diluc.

- this man would absolutely have a tattoo of a bird and no one can tell me otherwise. i can see him going for more of a minimal look and would have one on his upper back. it would be a small bird, nothing too noticeable.

- like childe, diluc wouldn't show off his tattoo but for different reasons. partially because he regrets getting it.

- he also tends to forget about it because he can't see it.

- the first time you see his tattoo would be when you both hit the beach.

it was a very hot summer day, so what a better to do than spend it at the beach with your boyfriend? convincing diluc to come with you was no easy task. this man can physically not vacation. even to mention a vacation would send him into panic. "a vacation? now? but there's so much to do; i couldn't possibly pack up and leave. who's going to manage the orders coming in next week? and what about-"

yeah you get the idea.

but when eventually you were able to convince him, diluc was all in. and at the beach there was no way he would wear his daily attire. a heavy coat and covered head to toe? absolutely not. he was laying down next to you in nothing but a pair of swim shorts and you couldn't deny you enjoyed the view. it was rare for you to see diluc without heavy clothing and you definitely wouldn't mind seeing him like this more.

"diluc, do you want me to put sunscreen on you? i'm scared you're going to fry." you ask in a teasing manner. diluc smiles up at you sits up more. "it's alright dear i can do it myself. thank you for reminding me, i'm afraid i really would fry." with his pale ass i wouldn't let him go an hour without reapplying.

rubbing sunscreen all over himself, diluc meets a issue; not being able to get his back. "dear, would you mind?" his sheepish smile tells you what he needs. you motion him to turn his back to you and that's when you see it, his beautiful bird tattoo. you squirt some sunscreen into your hand and immediately start at the tattooed area. "i didnt know you had a tattoo." "hm? oh, i forgot about that thing."

you smile and continue rubbing until you're done. "it's pretty." diluc blushes a little at the comment. "thank you. now turn around, let me get your back."

kaeya.

- this man. this lovely man. if anyone would have a tattoo it would be him. and he wouldn't just have one, no, he would have two. one on the inner upper side of his left forearm, your birthday in roman numerals. the second one right on his boob (couldn't decide which one) of a pavo ocellus constellation and it would be very beautiful.

- i don't know why he got the pavo ocellus one, but he got the one of your birthday cause he loves you and says it's the "best day in the world." he would totally surprise you with it.

- i feel like kaeya is the type to have a meaningful tattoos and would also flaunt them.

- he'll be at the tavern taking to his drinking buddies and just bring up his tattoos. "hey did i ever tell you i got y/n's birthday tattooed on my arm? yeah! look!"

it was the day after your birthday and you were exhausted. amber threw a huge surprise party for you at angel's share and you were dancing and drinking all night, leaving you burnt out the next day.

jean allowed you the day off so you spent it at home, relaxing and writing thank you cards to everyone who brought you gifts. kaeya's gift to you was the prettiest of them all. a beautiful necklace with your favorite flower on it, made of pure diamonds. you weren't one for expensive jewelry but the one who gifted it to you made it worth it.

kaeya came home that evening with the dorkiest smile on his face. his usual sly and flirty demeanor was not present. "y/n, guess whattttt" he dragged out his words plopping next to you on the couch. you were a bit worried, you've never seen kaeya have the expression of a happy child who looks like they just bought all of the candy in the candy shop. "what is it?" you raise a brow at him. he throws out his arm in front of you quickly, making you flinch a bit. it takes a moment for you to see what he was showing you but oh my, what a beautiful tattoo.

it was your birthday. you look back up at him and smile. "that's very cute of you kae. looks like i'll just have to get your birthday on me too!"

his flirty dark smile makes its appearance again. "can i choose where?"

"no."

#i wrote this on my phone it's such a mess #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader

[utakoi]

Office Yandere HCs

Pairings: Assistant!Izuku Midoriya, Investor!Shoto Todoroki, Chauffeur!Hitoshi Shinso x Boss!Fem!reader

Summary: Ever wonder what it would be like to be the boss of some office yanderes and basically have a harem? Well, look no further, cause here it is!

Warnings: smut !!18+ ONLY!! (spunking in food + masturbation + dirty thoughts + oral), yandere themes (noncon)

A/N: Bc my brain kept me up at night with this concept and has made it’s final decision on turning a one shot I was in the middle of writing into a series, I decided to write some messy hcs to take a lil breather from long works (evn tho this is kinda long already). Also, if you think this is the last you’ll hear about office yanderes, no no no, I have some other thoughts for other characters

Assistant!Midoriya Izuku

He is over the moon to hold a position that’s the closest to you

Out of your entire yandere office harem, he gets to spend the most time with you

He also definitely has an advantage since he practically schedules your entire day

For example, Shoto constantly tries to schedule one-on-one meetings with you in the guise of it being a matter of business, but Izuku cock blocks him by filling your day with a bunch of other events in order to make the meetings as short as possible, and sometimes, even cuts them out completely

He doesn’t like doing it often tho since he knows you can get too stressed with too much going on so he reluctantly has to give away some time for you to meet with the other yanderes (he’s still kind of a sweet and considerate bby as a yandere)

Will not give you personal space

Stands close to you during meetings, constantly visits your office to work (even tho his personal office is right next to yours), etc etc

Even if you don’t ask him to, he will fetch your meals and give you snacks throughout the day because he wants to take care of you and show how sweet he is (also because he wants you to imagine how good of a boyfriend he’d be if you just gave him a chance)

Now let’s get to the part that just popped up into my mind and inspired this entire post: if he can hide his cum somewhere in your food, he will do it

That coffee he gave you that tasted a little salty? Izuku spunked inside it.

The sandwich he bought that seemed to have more mayo than usual? He spunked in that, too

Whatever you think doesn’t taste right, it’s definitely because of Izuku

// // // // //

Izuku is thankful for his job because of two specific things: he gets to interact with you for most of the day and his office has a built in personal bathroom.

If he were to be forced to use the regular employee restroom, his lewd acts would have been exposed immediately by anyone who happened to walk in; he was never the best at holding his moans and grunts while jacking himself off after all.

In the privacy of his own bathroom, he could be as loud as he wants with both his breathy, pleasure-ridden voice and the slick sounds of him stroking his lube-covered cock. In fact, he’s even trying to be as loud as possible. 

Since your office is right next to his, there’s a small chance that you may be able to hear him through the walls. He can visualize you entering his office, concern decorating your features, wondering what he could possibly be doing to make such noises. If you were to open his bathroom door, you’d be met by the sight of Izuku sitting on the lid of the toilet, his hand vigorously pumping up and down his shaft. 

And he wouldn’t stop.

He’d just keep going, all the while staring at you right in the eye. He wonders what you’d do then. Would you just stay frozen at your spot, being unable to take your eyes off of him? Or maybe you’d get on your knees, completely turned on and ready to have a taste of his cum? What if you were actually more dominant than he thought and you’d just dig your heels into his dick, punishing him for slacking off his job by not letting him find release?

Fuck, any of those scenarios would be fine by him. 

Unfortunately, as he gets close to reaching his peak, you don’t come into his office at all. That’s alright, though.

He’ll just settle with spunking into your coffee, for now.

Investor!Shoto Todoroki

Needs your attention

Like I said earlier, Shoto will keep trying to schedule meetings with you in the guise of it being a matter of business 

really, he just wants to spend time with you

During the meetings, he will also try to convince you to fire Izuku so that he can get rid of who he deems as someone deliberately keeping the two of you apart (which, for once, is a pretty spot on theory from Shoto)

Will try to spoil you with gifts and make excuses or pass it off as a casual thing so you don’t reject it or deem it as inappropriate for a workplace relationship

The beautiful bouquet of flowers? He was buying flowers for his mother on the way over and  the flower shop had a 2 for 1 deal so why not?

These gourmet chocolates? A fellow business partner of his gave him a box as thanks for his investment. Unfortunately, he’s allergic to one of the ingredients, but it would just be a waste to throw them out, no?

This exquisite diamond necklace? weLL-

You get the point (also, these gifts are definitely inspired by romance movies he saw his sister watching while growing up cuz oof he did not know any means of romance until he met you)

He aims to schedule his meetings with you around lunch time so that he has an excuse to treat you for lunch

He loves providing for you AKA he loves providing for you and showing off how he has the means to take care of you (much like Izuku)

If you were to become his wife, you wouldn’t have to work another day in your life

You can just stay at home and relax

Maybe you can even cook him breakfast and pack lunch for him before he works

That’s basically his dream

He wants you to stay home, waiting for your sweet husband to come back from work

Basically, he’ll take care of your every need, and he means EVERY need

// // // // //

It’s one of those nights again.

Shoto can’t sleep because he’s plagued by thoughts of you. Today, you weren’t able to meet him for lunch because you already had a flood of other appointments to attend (he was willing to bet his entire fortune that it’s because of your stupid assistant’s scheduling that you weren’t able to make it). 

So, needless to say, he was pent up. He can only hop that you fall in love with him sooner. Did his charms just not work on you? Do you not like the cool stoic type? Maybe he just wasn’t giving you the right gifts. Were they not expensive enough to impress you? Not expensive enough to show he could provide for you?

He knows he can take care of you so well. You would never have to work another day in your life. You can just stay home, surrounded by luxurious gifts and servants who’ll be at your beck and call while you wait for his return. 

And once he actually did come home after a long day of work? You’d be bathed in affection. Kisses, hugs, cuddles... and more.

You’d want him just as much as he wants you, right? 

His poor wife, lonely and deprived of the one person she loves for such long hours. He’s got to show that he’s sorry for neglecting you. 

Pushing you down onto the bed, he’d run his hands all over your body, massaging your shoulders, pinching your hardening nipples, brushing over your sensitive thighs... And since he’s also quite needy, he’d be grinding down his still-clothed cock on your pussy, showing off that he’s missed you, too.

Shoto doesn’t even think he’d have the patience to take off your clothes. He’d just keep dry humping you, desperate for his own release. The thin cloth preventing the both of you from making actual skin-on-skin contact would make such great friction. He can practically feel it now.

... And yup, the feeling was definitely not just from his imagination. Without even needing to glance down, Shoto already knows that his thoughts of you has caused him to pop a boner. 

Hopefully, a quick jerk off session can tire him out enough to fall asleep, but with how much his hard cock throbbed, he doubted it.

Chauffeur!Hitoshi Shinso

2nd most envied out of your office harem for his job (he’s right next to Izuku)

Why? Well 1 - he gets one on one time with you daily and 2 - that one on one time is him and you in an enclosed space

Sure, he may not get as much time with you as the others, but he sure makes the best use of it

He’ll be chatting you up, getting to know you personally in order to make the atmosphere less awkward between the two of you (tbh, because he gives off standoffish and cold vibes, y’all are gonna be kinda tense when he’s just gotten his job as a chauffeur)

and he does it so discreetly

He’ll start the conversation of lightly, talking about the weather, how busy you’re going to be that day...

and then somehow it just transitions onto friendlier and more personal topics such as your favorite places to eat, what hobbies you’ve been trying out lately, etc

And he uses that info to his advantage

If he senses that you’re feeling stressed or down, he will drive you over to your favorite places and remind you that you should relax

But not only does he get brownie points for that, but would you really be so mean as to make him wait for you while you eat a meal or walk around the mall when he’s the one who’s trying so hard to cheer you up?

Of course not, you’re going to invite him and thank him for considering how you’re feeling

And if not, well, that’s okay, too, he understands (so long as he gets his brownie points)

As the boss of your own company, you’d often be asked out to meetings or social gatherings that involve drinking

Shinso’s always there whenever you get shit faced, and happily so

You’re drunk and you’re not gonna remember it the next morning, anyway... so why would he waste such a golden opportunity?

// // // // //

Shit, you feel great on his body.

Currently, Shinso is living out one of the best moments of his life. He’d come to pick you up from a drinking session with some investors and was ecstatic to find you drunk out of your mind. Hell, you could barely even slur out your orders for him to drive you home. Now, you’re pressed up against him as he holds you up and guides you to the car. 

Testing out the waters, he cheekily squeezes the flesh of your ass. If you were conscious enough to reprimand him for it, then he could easily just apologize and pass it off as an accident since you were stumbling around so much. 

And if you didn’t mention anything... well then, that was the single indicator he needed to know that you wouldn’t remember anything once you woke up in the morning. 

To his delight, you barely reacted to his touch and even let out a high-pitched giggle at his actions. As quickly as he possibly could, he opens up the back of the limousine and pushes you inside. You plop down onto the seat with a huff, completely inebriated. 

You don’t even register when Shinso crawls in and nudges himself in between your legs. 

When the door slams shut, you flinch a little, prompting Shinso to massage your thighs in an attempt to soothe you. He gazes at you lovingly as you look down at him with your dilated pupils. Fuck, you look way too innocent and adorable for what he’s about to do. 

Quick with his hands, he pulls down your waistband and completely exposes your sex. Before diving into his meal, he places light kisses that trail from your calf all the way up to your thighs. He wishes he could leave marks on your skin, but he wouldn’t want you to panic the next morning when you see clusters of purple and blue spread out all over your legs. 

He eats you out like a man starved, slobbering all over your pussy. All the while, you’re making such cute noises for him. When you gush all over his face, he’s happily lapping it all up, trying not to waste a single drop. 

Once you’ve come down, he dresses you back up as if nothing happened, which, in your mind tomorrow, nothing did. 

Shinso hesitates when he’s about to slide the panties back onto you. Maybe he could get away with just a little souvenir?

#yandere bnha #yandere mha #bnha smut #mha smut #bnha imagines #headcanons #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinso hitoshi x reader #i swear if tags don't work again #tw noncon

[elysianslove]

cheering you up ; haikyuu boys

synopsis; different ways the haikyuu boys care for you and cheer you up when you’re sad

pairings; karasuno x reader, nekoma x reader, aoba johsai x reader, fukurodani x reader, shiratorizawa x reader, inarizaki x reader

genre; fluff

warnings; none probably a bunch of mistakes lmfao

note; i had to repost this like 3 times rip. anyways, im sorry for not adding inarizaki on my last one jbshds but they’re here now!!

karasuno ━━

sugawara koshi; i definitely think he's so in tune with you, and your emotions. he learns your cues very well, and knows every little thing about you that there is to learn. if you're having a bad day, he'll notice right away. he won't comment on it though. all he'll do is these little things to try to cheer you up, but it's going to be very subtle. he'll let u rest ur head on his shoulder, run his fingers through ur hair. he'll sneakily buy u ur favorite snack. doesn't bring anything up until you do. ends the day with cuddles and a chick flick.

sawamura daichi; he notices but he doesn't really know how to react. not because he doesn't know what to do, but because he doesn't want to trigger you or deepen your sadness in any way. he's very careful with you. if it's something throughout the day, he's very quiet and tender with you, just silently lets you rest your head against his chest and rubs your back/arm tenderly. as you're walking home he asks if you want to talk about it, and reminds you that it's good to, but it's also okay if you don't want to.

nishinoya yuu; not a single sad moment with mr noya here. seriously you cannot breathe. ok but in all honesty, when you're sad. he's sad. sends you memes, and you'll be laughing at them with tears streaming down your face because you don't really know what you're feeling anymore. he does a lot of tiktok trends with you, any of the couple ones. grabs your faces and ,,, smooch all over. until you have no choice but to laugh. if you want to cry even more, he'll watch the notebook and the vow a thousand times over, and be a sobbing mess next to you. just don't tell the guys okay? <3

kageyama tobio; he's so.   bad. at this please help him. like he can tell ur sad, bc he's v good at reading people. but like. what the fuck is he supposed to do. anyways. when u two get to be alone and he kinda notices how quiet you are, he just nudges you slightly, and pulls you to him. it's easier to talk to you, he's calmer, when he can't directly look at you. when he feels you start to shake in his arms, feels the wet tears down your cheeks as you start to sob in his arms, his heart kinda breaks. all he can do is hold you, but it's what you need. and he'll listen too, if that's what you need as well.

tsukishima kei; i think he notices, but doesn't bring it up at all. the way he goes about it is he'll tease you to try and bring a smile on your face. because this is tsukki, and you know him well enough, you know the truth behind his jabs, enough to appreciate them. if it doesn't work, he'll just start to make fun of people in front of you, pointing random people out with you and just being like "wanna bet on what's making their relationship fall apart" this sadist i stg. like suga, he subtly makes you feel better until you yourself approach him about whatever's upsetting. actually gives 10/10 advice bc he's v honest.

asahi azumane; he's so empathetic oh my god bruh. notices immediately. "baby what's got u so upset" w a big pout on his face and when u just mumble "nothin" so low he barely catches it and instead throw yourself into his arms, he gives you a big, certified asahi bear hug. doesn't leave your side at all. constantly mutters sweet nothings and encouragements. if you do the bare minimum like make it through class he'll meet you after and be all "im so proud of my pretty baby". cuddles all day. all night. he's not very good at advice but he is the best listener !!! so attentive and you'll feel a huge weight lifted.

tanaka ryunosuke; "aight who do i need to jump" type beat. u love him so much though. that one sentence and sentiment already has you feeling better. immediately hugs you so tight, borderline suffocating you. "wanna ditch school". 100% willing to do so. he doesn't really know whether to approach it with distracting you or facing the obstacle head-on, but he finds a middle ground. eats your feelings out with you. saeko pulls out the embarrassing ryu pictures and suddenly you don't know why you were ever sad.

hinata shoyo; is really oblivious for a bit tbh. when he first meets you at the start of the day and his hyperactive self is greeted by your duller, sadder self, he doesn't think much of it. it's when you don't react to him or interact with him the way you usually would that he starts to notice you being off. he's actually super straightforward about it, and approaches you with some of your favorite snack that he bribed ukai to give him for free and just "wanna tell me whats up, baby?" he's so, so easy to talk to. immediately you're venting. and he listens to intently, gives stupidly good advice. it's like such simple approaches to your problem but?? it works. anyways you love him.

yamaguchi tadashi; will be super worried about what he could do to make it better, and kinda just tries to feed you as much positive energy as he can. once he's comfortable with people, he becomes really chatty, so i see him talking your ear off with the biggest smile on his face that you have no choice but to kind of ? mimic it? he just radiates goodness and sweetness that it shifts your own energy. he on some witchcraft shit on god. anyways when he walks you home or something, he'll just stop for a min and avoid your eyes when he says "ik u dont feel the best, but i dont want you to have to hide that from me, okay?" stan tadashi <3

nekoma ━━

kuroo tetsurō; drops everything. i mean it. i genuinely think kuroo would be such a good boyfriend that he'll sense it and text u as ur getting ready for school and be like "are u sad i feel like ur sad". you dont really wanna worry him and you'll just reassure him ur fine but he's already at your front door in — not his school uniform. insists the two of you take the day off saying "its fine babe im super smart". you two will spend the whole day just simply existing, talking when needed, he listens to you if you vent, and tries to come up with as many options of solutions for you so you don't feel weighed down. he'll make sure you eat even if you don't have an appetite, and will try to make u do something productive bc in a lotta cases, it could help you feel a lil better yk :)

kozume kenma; i pretend i do not see it — kozume kenma (2020). jbwjwks im jk. he's like tsukki in the sense that he will never address it, and he doesn't outwardly approach you about it. if it's just an off day for you, and you also happen to not have school, you'll go over to his house, hoping to feel a little bit better when you see him. "can i have a kiss, sunshine" to which he responds "why." you just go "im sad" and he gives u a big smooch. he'll have you lay on his lap while he plays his games, occasionally just sneaking in a peak at you to make sure you're okay. he'll ask if you wanna play to get your mind off things for a while. eventually, when things wind down a bit, he'll just mutter "yk i love you, yeah?" and that lights up your world hehe

haiba lev; as soon as he notices you're sad he just ☹️. he picks out a small flower and as soon as he sees you, he just tucks it by your ear, and smile so brightly and youll just be like "oh my god lev please stop being so cute". he won't really know what to do tbh, but the way he's so lost makes it so heartwarming and it honestly cheers you up all on its own. he just. "would a kiss make it better" and if you nod he'll just start kissing all over your face so softly, until he finally kisses your lips. when he pulls away he asks "again?" with a cute smile and if you nod he'll just kiss you over and over again. very simple way of cheering you up, and very foolproof tbh.

yaku morisuke; i think throughout the day, he might pester you a little bit about telling him what was wrong, but after you keep insisting you're fine, he relents, and decides that maybe giving you your own time and space to open up to him is better. he tries not to act differently in that sense, but he finds himself being a little more soft spoken, and gentler with you. i just had this image flash in my brain of you resting your head on a desk, head turned to the right, and then yaku comes and sits to your right, putting his head on the desk and facing you. and just. "hi :)" your heart melts. he kisses your forehead softly and tells you you're wonderful, in case you've forgotten. if, or when, you do open up to him, he'll be very eager to listen, and ready to fight off whoever upset you.

yamamoto taketora; this man is angry. like properly. "who the FUCK put a frown on my baby's face. speak the fuck up. i won't hurt you. ill just mutilate you." if you tell him that it's no one, and that you're just upset, he'll be so confused but he'll just nod and be like "okay. okay. do you want a hug?" and he'll hug you so tight. he'll admit that he doesn't like seeing you like this, and that he'll do anything to make it better. at first he's very cautious, but then he just lightbulb moment and as soon as you get home he'll be like "karaoke night babyyyyy" and then. no more sad.

aoba johsai ━━

oikawa tōru; very. perceptive. he greets you normally, even if he notices something's off, because he won't want to worsen anything. you meet him right before he has practice after school, and he'll just cup your face, lifting them to brush at your hair, and you just sigh. "my baby's had a long day, yeah?" he'll be very gentle and careful with you, i'm sure. he gives you a kiss, smiling softly into it, and reassuring you that you're much too strong to let a single bad day destroy you like this. he meets you later that night with a lotta ice cream and you two just binge watch any reality show you could find, shit talking the actors together. he himself is terrible at talking about his feelings this dumbass >:( so he understands if you don't want to yk? will encourage u to vent it out though. expect terrible, makes no sense advice

iwaizumi hajime; he kinda like. gets mad? when you continue to be upset and not speak about it? he's not mad at you! he's just. mad. this is iwa okay. anyways. he won't bring it up mostly, only being slightly more affectionate, especially in his hand holding, which is super gentle already as it is. when he invites you over, that's when he actually starts to talk to you about it. he lets you know that there's nothing worse than seeing you like this and not knowing what to do, and that he wants you to be able to talk to him. about anything. even if you think it's stupid. he'll listen, and tell you that it's not stupid if it's making you upset. he cooks for you <33333 then bakes with you <33333 you feel a lot lighter at the end of the night tbh

hanamaki takahiro; (he's so annoying i love him). as soon as he sees you upset he makes it his mission throughout the day to cheer you up in any possible way. spams your phone while you're class with ten thousand wholesome memes. sends you pick up lines. when he meets you in between classes he just yells out "how's my favorite person in the entire world!" and kisses you so wholly in the middle of the school hallway lmfao. while he's walking you home, takes a longer route and purposely, he passes by your favorite store/bakery/ice cream parlor. buys u ur favorite, and pretends to be shocked when you give him a piece. late at night, he'll facetime you, wondering how you're feeling, asking if you needed to talk about it. whether you do or you don't, you two will fall asleep facetiming.

matsukawa issei; the minute he sees you he's like "whats wrong". no hi or anything. he has like this frown on his face, which seems off bc it's rare to see a frown on issei's face, and he just tucks your chin in his palm gently and stares at your pout. "you good, baby?" he can tell you're not, but he wants you to be able to tell him on your own. sticks by your side the entire day, and nobody really mentions it. he talks to you as if it were a normal day, but his voice has a softer edge. he's not distracting you, per se. he's more, talking to fill the space while giving you your own space to think. once you're alone, he'll just drag you to the nearest comfy surface, flop down, and pull you on top of him. if you even try to resist or ask whats going on he'll just "nap and cuddles first." and when u sleep a lil bit of ur sadness away, he'll just let you talk it out as he continues to hold you <333

fukurodani ━━

bokuto kōtarō; just as empathetic as asahi, if not more. he really does feel it all with you. yk sympathy pains that partners get when women get contractions? bokuto is that partner. with bokuto, i feel like he'd never make you feel like you couldn't just straight up text him "im sad" and feel bad about it. if you ever do that, he'll immediately call, not even bothering with a text. if he can't come over, he stays with you until you've cried your heart out and then laughing until you can't breathe. if he can go over, he smothers you with love. repeatedly says "you know i love you, yeah? you know how grateful i am for you?" and in between kisses "im so lucky. so, so lucky."

akaashi keiji; i feel like as soon as akaashi notices you're down, or you're slightly off, he just grabs your hand and squeezes, forcing you to stop spacing out and focus on him for a second. if you're with a lot of people around you, he'll lean close to you and ask if you wanna go home. he'll be so soft and gentle and understanding, making up some excuse on the spot on why the two of you have to leave. if you're alone, he'll grab your hand and kind of tug you towards him, silently asking you to come into his arms, where you yourself know you feel safest. as soon as you're in the comfort of your home together, he'll like run you a bath and slip into it with you, just holding you until the water grows cold and the droplets on your skin are from your own tears. he'll wait it out, just holding you as reassurance, then make sure nothing's stopping you from spilling everything to him.

konoha akinori; when he first notices, he kinda deflates. like. who would wanna see their s/o like that? his smile is gentler when he greets you, and he's so soft with you. he grabs a pen and lifts your palm up, quickly scribbling down in his unique handwriting "i love you :) <3" on your skin, whispering for you not to wash it off until the end of the day. it is weirdly motivating tbh. as soon as the two of you are alone, he says it to you, face to face, an expected look on his face as if to ask "you know that, yeah?". puts on a movie to tune out the rest of the world, and holds you close to him as it drags on. he'll give advice if you're asking for it, but he's a better listener than anything else.

shiratorizawa ━━

ushijima wakatoshi; does not notice. in all honesty, he expects you to approach him whenever you have an issue or if you're upset. he's kinda like ? so confused when you're so down and really unresponsive, until he starts to notice how touchy you are. like you're leaning more into his touch, holding onto his hand like it's your lifeline, stealing his vbc jacket because it smells like him. is very straightforward, and will just ask you if you're okay as he walks/drives you home. kinda just stops in front of your house and presses a kiss to your forehead, then pulling you into a hug. "please don't be upset." he won't tell you that it kills him, but you can sense the unsaid words. he urges you to keep his jacket when he notices how safe it makes you feel. greets you the next morning with a new cactus in a pot hehe.

semi eita; is very cuddly once he notices. you'll sit at a table in school and he'll be sitting next to you, but he just pulls you into him and lets you rest your head on his chest, mumbling softly into your hair "i know you're sad and it's okay." he doesn't say anything else, just holds you there with a few kisses in between until he has to let go. late at night, if your thoughts are still keeping you up, he'll be up too, worrying, and will text you at 3 am if u wanna sneak out to meet him. takes you to the park and lays on the grass with you, picking out stars and constellations in the sky, with a soft soundtrack playing from his phone next to the two of you. he makes you feel secure enough to be sad even if you have all the blessings in the world, and makes sure you know that he'll always be there for you, even at 3 in the morning.

satori tendō; cheers you up by making you forget literally everything. replaces the sadness in your brain with just pure serotonin in any way he can think of. he'll take you to an amusement park, get ice cream with you, take you to the carnival in town, to the park, to the beach, to the pool, take you up to his house's rooftop. literally anything. and then he'll say something like "life's too short to spend it being sad over anything, darling." he's so understanding, and if you're frustrated or something he'll tell you to let it out by like wrestling him or some shit. exhausts you so much and you're filled to the brim with dopamine. he makes sure you're always happy, never seeing a dull moment in your relationship with him.

goshiki tsutomu; freaks out. plain and simple lmfao. but once he like grounds himself, he just softly comes up to you and asks you if you wanna talk about it, or if there's anything he can do. if yes, he'll break his leg running to go do it. if no, he'll just sit with you in silence, leaning over to hold your hand, talking to you about volleyball and his aspirations and how well he's improving. he's better at distracting you than helping you face your issues, mainly because he stresses out about giving the wrong advice or somehow making you sadder. he'll take a lot of pictures of you together on snapchat random filters to try and cheer you up, then later on in the night he'll send them to you and be like "look how cute we are ugh what a power couple" i love this dorkhabsjsks

shirabu kenjirō; i think he definitely notices, but keeps it to himself. he’d maybe think he’s imagining things and that you’re okay, so he’d go about his day normally. he doesn’t see you after school, and that’s when he puts two and two together and realizes yeah maybe you are sad. so he texts you, and texts you, and texts you, and gets no reply, so he just. comes over. unannounced. uninvited. just straight vibes. he’s already ordered your favorite take out, and already settling in bed with you under the cover with the lights dimmed and some chick flick playing in the background. gives the b e s t advice because he’s so blunt. like he will tell you if you’re overreacting, but you’re still his s/o, so he’d like wince as he says it. that’s all the sympathy you’re getting <3 but his bluntness will shock you into laughing hehe

inarizaki ━━

miya atsumu; usually, with atsumu, you’re always experiencing loud days. your relationship is all fun and flirty and suave and cool. but when he notices you’re sad, he goes quiet. like. eerily so. immediately pulls you aside somewhere private if you’re at a public place like school or something, and with his hands in yours he asks you if you’re okay. yk that thing where ur on the verge of tears and someone asks you if you’re okay and you just burst. yeah <3. his heart absolutely breaks and he just pulls you into a hug, resting your head on his chest and wrapping his arms around your neck. he just holds you there, even if you’re missing class/your friends are worried. he’ll stay with you until your tears have dried up, until you yourself let go.

miya osamu; i don’t see osamu as someone that loves pda. i feel like he’d be a more lowkey kinda guy. but if you’re sad, that gets thrown out the window. he doesn’t really in the moment, and won’t think too much when he pulls you close to his side and just wraps an arm around your waist/shoulder. yeah he’ll get looks but he can feel you trembling and shaking from holding back tears so yk, priorities. he’ll definitely stress eat with you. takes you literally anywhere and feeds you as you rant to him with tears streaming down your face and he’s just nodding sympathetically as he stuffs your mouth one bite after the other. romance is beautiful

suna rinatarō; when he notices you’re sad, his first response is alright what the fuck who messed up. he immediately blames someone else, and if he’s right, he’ll only get really agitated. just giving everyone the side eye from where you can’t see as he walks the two of you, your hand in his tight. if it’s not someone specific, he’ll just hum thoughtfully and then nod, before pulling you away somewhere private and just sitting you down and saying “talk.” very, very good listener. i can’t stress this enough. as you’re speaking he’s already thinking of a million different ways to help you solve your problem. walks with you as he traces your hands and just quietly tells you all the solutions.

aran ojiro; oh my god as a boyfriend he ticks all the boxes. he’s great at communicating, always satisfies your needs, is trustworthy and trusts you. the list goes on. immediately knows when you’re off/sad, and just smiles softly as he takes your hand, kissing your knuckles and saying, “let’s go home, yeah?” at home, he makes you some calming tea, probably pulls out some cookies or brownies or biscuits (that HE made but we’re not gonna get into that) and just listens as you talk, whether it’s about why you’re sad or just in general. gives you honest advice, but also a lil biased bc he loves you hehe <3

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[morningbluue]

love letters | t.h.

summary: the curly haired boy in your math class puts a sticky note everywhere and on everyone, and some day one of his yellow notes lands on your desk

warnings: nothing that i can think of, it’s just fluff

word count: 1,7k

A/N: this is kinda inspired by my own series the way to your heart lol, i hope you all like this cute lil story :))

masterlist | taglist

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Having a crush on someone from your class is something you swore yourself would never happen to you. Especially not after you got your heart broken by a blonde boy with beautiful blue eyes in sixth grade. The fact that you had to see him in class for another few years made you only hold onto the promise tighter. 

And for a while everything worked perfectly for you. But then a curly haired boy transferred to your class, and you weren’t sure you could maintain your promise anymore. To say he wasn’t cute or totally your type, would be a big fat lie. You were head over heels as soon as he smiled at you.

You fell even harder for him when you noticed that he always has a pack of sticky notes in his bag to write something down for himself, or to write someone else a compliment or funny joke. 

His desk is most of the time filled with different yellow notes to remind himself of something, and you notice the small stickers on different places too. Sometimes you even see them on other student’s lockers or backpacks. He likes it to make others happy, and that makes him even cuter. 

Nice haircut! Love your outfit. Cute smile. You’ve only seen a few of them, but you’ve seen most of the smiles the people wear after reading his handwritten compliments. You always notice the glint in their eyes, and hear the giggles that escape their mouths. Your eyes meet his warm brown ones every time someone finds his note. 

And yet you haven’t gotten your own yellow sticky note. It stings a lot more in your heart because you have a crush on him, and you’re dying to know what he thinks about you. 

You’ve talked to him a few times after class and sat with him and others on the meadow for your break. But you haven’t got the chance to talk to him alone - to get to know him better. 

The only things you know about him are that he has three brothers and a dog named Tessa. He wants to be an actor some day, and he’s always open to talk and make new friends. And he loves to play golf with his family and his best friend - you think his name is Harrison. 

You know a lot of the basic stuff and that’s great too, but you want to know if he would laugh at your jokes, or if he’s a ‘lying on the ground and looking at the clouds’ kinda guy. You want to know how his freckles look up close, and if his hand would fit perfectly into yours. 

There are a lot of things you want to know, but you gave up your hopes that you will ever find out about all these things. You always look out for him, and he looks at everyone except you. 

Pushing a strand of hair out of your face, you make your way to your last class for today. Your shoulders are hanging low, and you just want to get home and lay in your bed for hours, only staring at the ceiling. 

Deep down, you know that you shouldn’t have broken your promise on the first day you saw the brunette, but you just couldn’t help yourself. It was so easy to fall for his kind eyes, his bright smile, and mostly his British accent. It was as easy as falling in love with new music, sunsets and flowers. Falling for him was the only option you had. 

You pull the door open, immediately being met with loud conversations and laughter. Quickly looking around the room, your eyes almost automatically find the messy brunette curls. You swallow and turn your gaze away, making step after step towards your desk. 

And suddenly you stop in your tracks. 

There’s a yellow sticky note placed on your desk, and you can’t help yourself as your head shoots around to Tom again. But he has turned around, not noticing your stare. A smile appears on your face and no matter how hard you try to get rid of it, it doesn’t work. 

Before you lift your hand, you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for what may he has written for you. And then you grab the note, your eyes quickly scanning over his words.

You look cute today :) -Tom

Tom watches you grab the sticky note and read over his few scribbled words. He loves to put these notes everywhere and make someone's day, but with you, it’s different. His heart pouts nervously in his chest, and he feels insecure until a wide smile breaks out on your flustered face. 

He wanted to write you a note for a while now, but he was always too nervous and never found the right words for you. But today he promised himself to shoot his shot, and it looks like it actually worked. 

A quiet sigh of relief leaves his lips, and he falls back against his chair. You turn around to look at him, and for a moment the two of you are just smiling at each other from some distance. But it feels like you both are closer than you’ve ever been.

After the class ends and you’re still packing your things together, Tom walks over to you. You feel his presence next to you, and try your hardest not to seem as nervous as you are. 

“Hi,” he mumbles, and you send him a quick smile over your shoulder. 

“Thank you for the note, it saved my day,” you chuckle lightly and turn around to him, giving him a soft smile. 

The corners of his mouth curve up too, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asks carefully. 

You shake your head. “I’m just having a bad day. Nothing serious,” you assure him. 

Tom nods and tilts his head slightly, making his curls fall to the side. “Would it lift your mood to get out of here and drink a coffee?” 

You laugh. “Absolutely.” 

Rubbing your sweaty hands against your jeans, you follow Tom out of the building and make small talk with him. He tells you his thoughts about the class you just had, and you laugh and nod whenever it feels right. 

“I always wanted to hang out with you,” the brunette casually slips into the conversation, but you don’t miss the way he fumbles around with his fingers. 

You raise your brows, looking at him. “You did?”

He shrugs, a chuckle leaving his rosy lips. “Sure. You seem like a nice person to talk to,” he sends you a smile, “I feel like you’re a good friend.”

“Well,” you laugh, “I hope I don’t disappoint.”

Tom gives you a look as if you just said that aliens conquered the earth. “You could never disappoint me.”

You feel your cheeks heat up and turn your gaze away from him, grinning widely. 

And that’s how your friendship with the brunette boy started. This was the first of many shared coffees after your classes, and the first yellow sticky note of a lot more blue ones. 

Tom started writing stuff for you on blue sticky notes that he brought instantly after you told him that blue is your favorite color. You felt honored and flustered as he told you what he did - even if you said he didn’t need to do that for you. 

You found a note almost every day on your desk, and your heart always made a joyful flip when you saw the little blue thing. No matter how many notes he already wrote you, you felt as happy and excited as when you got the first one. 

It became Tom’s and yours thing to put the blue sticky notes on each other’s desks, lockers, chairs or bags. It’s still a mystery to you why you aren’t drowning in those notes yet. 

Most of the time you just write hi :) or coffee today? or you tell each other some jokes. Sometimes the two of you are even having full conversations on them, blue notes laying all around you. But on some days you still get cute messages from him, like he says that your outfit looks cute, or that he likes to hear your laugh. 

His compliments still make your heart beat faster, and your cheeks still get this rosy glow. You love the friendship with him, but you can’t wait until you get the chance to turn it into something more. 

You sit down on your chair, nervously nibbling on your bottom lip. You haven’t gotten a note from Tom today, and it’s already the last class you have with him. Normally you would have talked about your coffee date later already, but today it feels like Tom is hiding from you. 

Looking around the big room, you can’t find the brunette, nor a blue sticky note somewhere. For a few minutes your heart feels heavy in your chest, but then the door opens and Tom walks into the room, your eyes instantly finding his warm brown ones. 

He smiles at you, waving lightly, and then you see the familiar blue paper in his other hand. The smile on your face grows wider, knowing that nothing has changed. 

“Hi,” you mouth towards him. 

“Hi, y/n.” Tom stops next to you, quickly pressing a small kiss onto the top of your head. He places the note on your desk and walks over to his own, sitting down in the row behind you. 

Your gaze wanders to the note, and your eyes scan over his words a few times before your head really understands what’s written on there. Your eyes grow wide and your heart practically jumps out of your chest as you finally realize the meaning of the messy scribbled words.

Do you want to go out with me?

And under that are two squares with yes and no written next to them. 

You turn around to him, smiling widely. Grabbing your pen, you mark with a cross the only right answer. You fold the note together and hand it back to him, watching him with a grin on your lips as he opens it. Tom lets out a quick relieved sigh, his right hand pressed to his heart, before he pulls you into his muscular arms and almost knocks the desk over. 

☒ Yes.

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[owaowabetch]

Minecraft Part 2 (Sykkuno x F!Reader)

Oneshot (maybe part of a series??? at this point probs): Chaos in the server, Will a deal entice you to become part of the comfy cartel? Or will you resist the temptation of the deal and side with the resistance? Friendship and a lil romance (oohhh things are starting to heat up)

Warning:Non beta (cuz we baddies purr); part of Uh-oh & Impasta

You had been streaming Minecraft for about 4 hours when you decided to end it for a small meal break. Though ending stream didn’t stop you from continuing playing with your friends. Unfortunately, Sykkuno had not been on while you were streaming, since you did so quite earlier than usual, but you wanted to remodel your minecraft home; turning the once pink wooden home to a white quartz block using the obscene amount of quartz that Jae gifted you as to entice you to join his faction in the sever. It was a nice bribe gift, but you have yet to align yourself with the ressistance or the comfy cartel. 

So, while gettin gifted quartz blocks was nice, hearing that Toast gave Lily a gun enticed you more.But you doubt Toast’s whole character arc will entrust you with one. You maybe be living with his ‘right-hand’ man, but he seems to be slowly on a downward spiral. Kind of like a crazy wacky scientist- he’s doofenshmirtz. 

Anyways you had completed the finishing touches on your remodeled, when you saw in the little chat that Sykkuno was on. “ OH!OH!OH! SYKKUNO!”

You were excited to show him the newly made house. The house was three levels to your house, but you’re mostly wanna show him the basement area.

You saw the iconic teal shirt paired with the green stripped scarf boxy figure making their way towards you. You emoted the cheering pose and happily called out to him “Hi Sykkuno!” 

“Hey, Y/n!” He cheered back coming closer “I have something for you!” 

You start jumping up and down “Present!” You like getting free things, especially if it comes from someone you like....as a friend of course. Yup yup, just as a friend. As, he stood in front of you he laughed “What are you doing?” watching your character wave their arms around

You laughed back at him “Just happy to see you!”

“Well, I’m always happy to see you!” Sykkuno chirps out and adds on with a slight stutter “C-cause we’re friends! I’m always happy to see such a great friend!”

Feeling the high of him telling you how he was always happy to see you was crushed by him reminding you that friends is all that you both may only ever be. So with the disappointment lingering and the excitement wearing off, you just mutter a reply back. “Yes! The bestest of friends!”

“Yup, yup. Anyways have some water mills” He throws some black blocks with blue markings on them “Follow me!” You both ran near your home “Claim this bit of land” and you did so. “Now, dig like a 3 by 6 hole and place two water mills close to each corner and one in the middle bottom”(1). You followed his instructions “Ok, so im just gunna place the water” You watched him do so “Ok! I think it’s all good and ready to go!”

You crouch and inch around the hole “What is it?”

“Ok well you know how I got you that green lasso that has you swinging and jumping all over the place with the slime boots?” Sykkuno asks crounching up right beside you 

“Yea yea!” You crouch and uncrouch in circles around him

“Well I have something even better!” He cheers “Eh” he grunts and throws a ring on the floor. You awe and oh as you put the ring in your hot bar “How cute! It has little wings on it!” 

“Yea! It’s a special ring” Sykkuno tells you 

“Special ring?...Are you proposing to me! OMG Sykkuno” You joke 

“Wah?” Spluttering out in confusion but deciding to play along “I mean are you accepting?”

You laugh “Woah, Sy! How bold of you sir”

He giggles back to you before teaching you how and where to put the ring. “OK do you have it on?”

You jump up and down in response allowing the slime boots to spring you up higher. “Yup Yup”

“Ok so, why don’t you take off your slime boots and then press the space bar” He jumps up and down, which you do. You gasp as you are lifted into the air “Sy! Look! Im flying!!” He is in the air next to you “I can see! Cause I am also flying!”

“How are we doing this! This is so fucking cool!” You laugh as you start moving around in the air “WAIT! Are you streaming? I’m so sorry!”

He laughs as he starts following you around in the air “It’s fine, but the ring I gave you is an angel ring. As long as your wearing it, then you can just fly around”

“Wow! Thanks Sykkuno!” You cheer and you walk around in the air “Clean! Clean!” 

“Yea, Of Course! It’ll be alot easier for you to get to places faster” He explains once more “Now, my chat has been going crazy and telling me that you redid our house?”

Excitement lit through you as you were ready to show him the remodeling works that you’ve done “Yes! I did! I’m so excited to show you” You move your camera out of first person and notice your character wearing a pair of white wings on your back “Oh my god! Sykkuno! I didn’t know that there was actual wings that appear on your lil person!”

“uh yea! I didn’t know if you wanted to have or not, cause mine are invisible” Sykkuno says flying next to you as you make the short distance back to your home “but i remembered you saying that you wanted to buy fairy wings. I could’ve made them pink to look like them, but i thought the white ones would suit you better”

“Cause i’m such an angel?” You tease as you reached your front door

“Well uh you are um a nice person” Hearing the shyness in his tone made you think that he was being sincere and it made you blush “Thank you Sykkuno, you’re one of the best people i know!”

He clears his throat “uh well um, look we made it!” trying to divert the conversation away from the compliments. You made a mental note to yourself to compliment him more, so that his confidence rises up and he no longer shies away from them.

“Yup!” You open the door “come on in!” He oh’ed as he came in, seeing the kitchen area first “As you can see Sy and chat, I have created a kitchen with actual fucking oven and fridge! How crazy is that! These mods are cool!”

“So, yeah! Kitchen area, though I doubt we’ll use it” You comment

“Wow! a fridge! Neat!” He opened the fridge and looked at the decor of other kitchen appliances 

You laugh at his wording “ Yup! and this is our living room slash library” leading him further into the house and showing him the sitting area with a bunch of bookcases surrounding the fake chairs “and right next to this is the ‘dining room’ where more seats were placed with a table and a cute flower in a pot atop the table. “So, yea this is the first floor!” 

“This is cool! Oh! it’s [y/f/flower] on the table” He notes and you nod feeling your cheeks flush a bit before admitting “of course! It’s actually the flower you gave me on our first day...”

“thats, thats really cool that you kept it” Sykkuno replies and there is a bit of silence between the two of you. Not awkward but almost in a content kind of way. Peaceful if you will. 

“Ok! Now lets head upstairs! It’s where we sleep!” You say walking up the stairs showing him the green beds placed next to each other “I didn’t know if you wanted to sleep next to each other again, but i did it anyways lol” 

He walked around the room and admired the little decor spread around the walls and opened chests in the room. He laughed awkwardly “it’s fine, it’s just a respawn point so its no biggie!”

“Yea to sleepovers!” You cheer 

Clearing his throat he noted how much he liked the room, causing you to smile and thank him “But i know what you’ve been wanting to see the most!”

“What do you mean?” He questioned and looked at you 

“The basement! Dun Dun DUN!” You jump at him scooting him down the stairs

He laughed in disbelief “What was that? Did you just hit me?”

“Nope” Emphasizing the p “ I just jumped at you which caused you to go down the stairs! I could never hurt you Sy!”

“Well I could never hurt you too” He mutters back and you pouted at how cute his response was

“Oh! You could just make your way down there! I forgot that Jae wanted me to give him some quartz back!” You gasp remembering what Jae had told you

“What do you mean?” His character looks back at you

And you look back at his and think “hmmm I don’t know if I should snitch or not, but Jae gave me an obsence amount of quartz blocks to build the house! I knew it was a little hard for you to get some, so he offered to give me some”

He hummed back “I see....” 

You noted how the atmosphere tensed for a split moment until Sykkuno happily noted that it was nice of him to give you something he couldn’t, but it sounded a bit off to you. Though you didn’t pay much attention to that since you didn’t want to reveal the resistance, as you have yet to align yourself with any of the two factions, well soon to be three since you believe that Sydney is doing some witchy stuff.

“Well, why don’t you go do that while I check the basement and give something to toast really quick!” He tells you 

“Ok!” You reply back to him rifling through your chests to find the remaining the blocks to give to Jae “I’ll see you in a bit, maybe toast too!”

With that you made your way back to Jae to hand him the quartz back, though it was quite an ordeal since he made a whole rant on how evil the comfy cartel were and how you should join them and become a spy cause apparently Toast is planning on doing something that could affect the entire server....

So you just ignored all of that and made your way back home, to have Toast and Sykkuno greet you at the front door.

“Hey guys! Im back” You cheer at them

“What did Jae want huh?!?!” Toast immediately questions you “Did you tell him any of our business huh? Should we be trusting you huh? huh? HUH!?!”

“Whoa Toast” You back up as he was getting all up in your face

“Wow Toast, are you okay?” Sykkuno places himself between you two 

“Im doing just fine” Toast answers back and you notice his full gear armor “Just wanted to know if we have a rat here”

You tsk “wow Toast, I see how it is. I see. By the way you look like a Power Rangers villan, just sayin”

He takes out his gun and points it at you “Well you won’t be sayin much Motherfucka!”

“I won’t say anything at all if you give me a gun to join the comfy cartel” You hit Sykkuno away and hear him utter an ow “Cause I don’t have an allegiance with anyone at the moment. So I’m a free agent and I can talk to whoever whenever” Throwing his words back at him and implying that you can speak to anyone without repercussions.

“AH right you are not part of the comfy cartel yet” He nods to himself “Well I wont give you a gun to join the group cause frankly I know that you’ll just shoot me”

You sigh “Then i’-”

“Instead!” He interrupts you “I’ll give you something better!” 

You pout “but i wanna cap a bitch”

“Instead of cappin’ you’ll be rackin’ cause you’re gunna have to collect taxes from people and in exchange you get the left hand of my right hand” He moves closer to you, that statement throw you through a loop ‘left hand?right hand?’. You were confusion. “Capiche?”

“What do you mean?” You question and he evil laughs and hits sykkuno.

“Wha? What was that Toast” Sykkuno also confused as to why Toast hit him and what Toast meant.

“I’m saying that you can have Sykkuno!” He evil laughs once more 

Sykkuno splutters “Wha? What do you mean Toast?!?!”

You were shocked at what he said. Giving you Sykkuno? “What do you mean?”

“You can marry Sykkuno” He repeats himself once more “You are both important to each other, why else live together? This way I’m keeping you both in check” and once again with the evil laughter

‘I’m glad im not streaming otherwise some of the more entitled fangirls would 100% send hate comments to me’ you think to yourself

You hum “Will I still get a gun?”

“Only if you can become my number one marksmen and execute the people I tell you too” He offers you

“Deal” You nod to yourself 

“Wha? [Y/N]?” Sykkuno sputters out “You’re ok with this?” and nodding to yourself you reply with a yes and asks him if he is also “Well I- uh I” he continues to laugh awkwardly “I mean uh sure?”

“Neat!” You reply throwing a diamond at him “Here’s your dowry lol”

Though before another conversation could happen Toast butts in once more “This was a test and you both passed” and throws a gun at you “Here take this one, prove yourself and I’ll get you a better one”

You put the gun in your hot bar and place it in your hand. “Clean!” You start point it in different directions “Thanks! Toast!”

“Don’t betray me or else you gets the hose!” He starts walking backwards then comes back up to you “Oh, also your target is Leslie, be sure to collect her taxes before killing her.” Walking backwards once more before coming back “Oh Sykkuno hand me the diamond [y/n] gave you.” He does so “Ok that’ll be your last tax payment until I have you look for materials for a special project” He evil laughs as he flies away

“OK! Great talk!” You call out and emote the happy one, with your arms lifted up and shaking about “Awesome! I get a gun muahahahaha!”

You hear Sykkuno clear his throat “so uh, you were ok with marrying me?”

“Yea! so were you!” You say as you move you camera around trying to find a good angle to see it properly

“Because you were!” He replies back and that took you aback a bit as you didn’t realize how uncomfortable it may have been for him.

“Well you didn’t have too if you didn’t want to” You felt a bit embarrassed at the fact that he did it because you wanted to but not he himself personally

“Wha, well I didn’t think you were being serious” Once again laughing awkwardly “Cause you know girls aren’t in- OW”

You shot him with the gun in annoyance.

‘Bitches are into you Sykkuno’ You screamed in your head ‘I‘M BITCHES!’

 Author’s Note:

Side Note 1 - I dont know if this is correct lol

No cap but i had written half of this like 3 days after writing Part 1 but I got lazy lmao sorry! Also this is gunna be a slowburn story cuz lets be real our smol bean and all of our asses are awkward as hell and kind insecure in the romantic aspect, so realistically it would not be fast paced.

So here it is Minecraft pt.2/4

Tags: @sushiims

#sykkuno x reader #sykkuno fanfic #sykkuno imagines #sykkuno x y/n #sykkuno #sykkuwu #corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader

[starlost-andfound]

undercover // z.d.h

Requested by a wonderful anon

Request : Ok hear me out. Zach and his girlfriend go to the movies then the boys crash their date going undercover. And Corbyn accidentally spills the drink all over Zach's girlfriend.

Summary: Y/n is an influential leader on the dark side, known as Cobra. Zach is a secret agent working to eliminate the dark side. His mission? Y/n.

W/C: 1.86 K

A/N: Made my own little twist to the request ;)

A/n+ : @angelmarais​ I gave Jonah an angel necklace in his lil special appearance, it does nothing to the story line, I just put it there for you in this Zach fic, to lure you back into Zach’s lane no reason.

Zach closed the button on his suit and adjusted the sleeve of his blazer as he entered the hall. The large room was buzzing with chatter and glittering with the tall chandeliers and expensive accessories adorned by the guests. He scanned the crowd, his eyes meeting the bartender’s who kept the stare a second longer than normal.

He slipped through the groups of people, making his way to the bar.

The bartender glanced at him as he wiped a glass with a cloth. Zach noted his built form and the fading blonde strands of hair into brunette. The bartender placed the glass down, “Drink?”, he asked, propping his hands onto the table.

Zach glimpsed down at his arm where the permanent sketch of an anchor peeked out from his rolled up sleeve. He took a seat on the stool, “One Lotus Flower on the rocks.”

The bartender looked Zach up and down, “We don’t serve that here. I can offer you some whiskey.”

He turned around reaching for a bottle of whiskey when Zach spoke again.

“They served it at the Inn once, in 1706.”

The bartender hesitated a moment before pouring a bit of whiskey into a glass, topping it with some ice cubes and water. He passed the drink across the counter with a napkin. Zach took a sip of his drink before picking the napkin and lifting up the fold.

The target known formally as y/n, is dressed in ivy green. Her connections know her as Cobra. Distract the target and we will steal the hard drive.

Just as Zach finished reading, the bartender swiped the table with a cloth, cleaning the counter and taking back the napkin. Zach turned around in the stool, observing the guests, searching for a splash of green.

“Whiskey, I’ll have it straight.”

Zach cast a side glance to his right, matching the voice to the other person at the bar. A woman dressed in a suit. Green.

He took a sip of his drink, holding back the grimace as the liquid burned down his throat.

“You don’t look like you’re from around here,” Zach glanced to the woman who spoke. She stirred her drink, the spoon clinking against the glass.

Zach turned to her, “I came for the show,” he said casually. He waited a few moments before talking again, “Dean, Michael Dean.” He held out his hand.

His new acquaintance reached out hers, “Y/l/n, Y/full/n.” She turned to shake his hand and Zach noticed the curve of a snake tattoo on the side of her neck. A cobra.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he smirked.

She lifted up her glass, “Pleasure’s all mine. Cheers.” They clinked their glasses before drinking the liquid inside.

“So Michael, tell me about yourself,” y/n finished the drink in her glass, seemingly unphased by the alcohol, “Entertain me.”

Zach grinned, “There’s nothing much to entertain.”

Y/n smirked, “I highly doubt that.”

Zach smiled, “Well, I was born in Texas, and studied business. I started my own company, which turned out to be a success, earned a lot of money and, here I am.” He twisted the ring on his finger, “What about you?”

Y/n chuckled, leaning back in her stool, revealing the cropped top she wore inside her suit and another tattoo which danced along her ribs. “What do you think, Michael?”

Y/n looked at Zach in the eyes, “Who am I?”

Zach smirked, leaning towards y/n, “I think you’re a gorgeous woman,” he began.

Y/n mirrored Zach’s expression, “Is that all I am?”

Zach shook his head, shifting slightly closer to her, “No, there’s more, so much more to you.” His eyes traced the curves of her face, “Your eyes remind me of the stars at night when they spark.”

Y/n hummed, “And?”

“You have this sense of power and confidence, it’s attractive,” Zach gently brushed his hand against her arm.

Y/n smiled teasingly, welcoming his touch, “Go on.”

“You have such a powerful aura yet reveal so little, it’s mysterious,” Zach continued, his voice getting lower..

Y/n looked up, intrigued.

Zach looked her in the eye, “It’s like you’re hiding something and I love it. I want to figure it all out. Get to know you, every part of you.”

A small tap on y/n’s shoulder pulled her away from Zach, almost reluctantly as she excused herself. Zach watched as she talked to the man who pulled her away, a tall brunette with soft curls on his head. The man wore a black suit, adorning silver chains. The glimmer of the word angel on one of the chains caught Zach’s eye before the man pulled y/n away to the side to talk to her.

Zach brushed his hair behind his ear, pressing the button of a small hidden device attached to the back, making y/n’s conversation clearer.

“What is it Jonah?”, Y/n spoke lowly

“Harold hasn’t stuck to his end of the deal, boss.”

Zach looked away as y/n continued to talk to Jonah. He spotted one of his co-workers on the other side of the bar, a glass of wine in hand, Corbyn. Corbyn nodded at him knowingly, before taking a sip of his wine. Zach took a sip of his own drink, looking around the gala, discreetly listening to the conversation.

“What did he do, now?”

“As negotiated, we sent three of ours to the checkpoint with the cash. I just received note that they were ambushed.”

“How many injured?”

“Two injured and one killed.”

Y/n sighed, “And the cash?”

“All gone. I came here to inform you and receive orders on how to move forward.”

There was a moment of silence before y/n spoke, “Send the best of our team, terminate him and get the cash.”

“But m-”

“It’s non-negotiable. That’s an order.”

“Yes, boss.”

“And one more thing,” y/n said, whispering now.

“Find out everything you can about him, his family, background, business, where he keeps the stash. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good, thank you for informing me Jonah. It’s time we teach him a lesson.”

Zach switched off the device with a click and focused on his drink as y/n walked back with a smile on her face. Jonah walked off, disappearing into the crowd.

“Sorry about that,” she sat on the stool next to Zach, “Had to handle some business.”

Zach grinned, “No worries, is everything alright?”

Y/n leaned towards him, brushing her hands over his shoulder, “Just perfect.”

The two continued their conversation, occasionally throwing a flirt, gentle brushes of their hands against each other. Zach pushed a strand of y/n’s hair behind her ear, listening to her as she talked. He felt a small push against his shoulder as he felt Corbyn brush past him, accidentally stumbling into y/n and spilling his wine over her.

Corbyn cursed, copying a drunk tone in his words,  “I am so sorry, did not see where I was going.” He backed away, pretending to wobble in his steps.

Y/n scowled, picking up a few napkins, “I-It’s fine, just watch it next time.”

Zach asked the bartender for more napkins, helping y/n clear the spill. He glanced over to Corbyn who was headed for the exit. Corbyn discretely flashed his hand out, giving Zach a glimpse of a hard drive before he walked out, putting it into his pocket.

Y/n cursed under her breath, “That is some really cold wine.”

Zach laughed, passing her another tissue as she tried to clear up the wet drops, leaving behind a stain on her suit.

Y/n checked her watch, before looking at Zach, “It’s getting late”

She sighed, “I should head out before someone spills wine on me again.”

Zach chuckled, “Would you like me to walk you out?”

Y/n shook her head, “I can walk myself out, it’s been a pleasure, Michael Dean.” She kissed Zach on the cheek, just a few centimetres away from his lips and turned away.

“Will I ever get to see you again, Ms. Y/l/n?”

Y/n looked back with a smirk on her face, “Time will only tell, Mr. Dean. Goodnight.”

Zach waited a few moments for her to leave before exiting through the back door behind the bar, leading him down a hallway at the back of the building and to the parking in the basement. He fiddled with the ring on his finger, as he approached the van at the end of the parking.

He knocked on the back door and it opened, Corbyn standing on the other side, “Did she suspect anything?”

Zach shook his head and entered the van, “No, not a thing.”

“Good.”

He took off his suit jacket, placing it to the side and unbuttoned his collar. “How are we with the drive, Jack?” he turned to his partner in crime who sat at a laptop, hard drive plugged in.

“Give me another minute or two.”

Zach nodded, rolling up his sleeves. A sudden buzz from his suit jacket alerted him and the boys as they stared at each other.

“I thought we were told to go without phones, so we don’t get tracked?”, Jack looked up at Zach.

Zach frowned at his suit jacket where the device buzzed, “That’s not mine.” Corbyn and Jack waited in a tense silence as Zach pulled out the device from the jacket, an old flip phone.

He flipped it open, the screen lighting up with the caller, Anonymous.

“Who is it?” Corbyn asked.

“It’s anonymous.“”

They looked at each other with a knowing look, “You think it’s her?”, Jack asked.

“I guess we’ll have to find out,” Zach answered the call, putting in on speaker.

“Michael Dean, or should I say Zachary Dean Herron? Age, 21. Member of the secret agency.” Zach recognized the voice immediately.

“Y/n,” he spoke.

Y/n chuckled on the other side of the phone, “I must say, I was correct in saying there is no doubt that you would entertain me tonight. Mr. Dean was quite a charmer.”

Zach clenched his jaw as she continued.

“I expected you would want to get tangled up in my business. You have already eliminated 2 leaders from the dark side. I’ll admit, that’s quite impressive for an agent of your age.”

Zach snarked, “And, you? An international underground business worth millions. Quite impressive for someone of the same age.”

Zach could hear the smirk on y/n’s face as she responded, “It seems you’ve already figured me out Mr. Herron, but the game is yet to begin.”

“It’s over for you,” Zach gritted his teeth.

On the other side of the line, y/n grinned, pulling out a replica of the drive Corbyn stole from her pocket, “It’s only just started. Have you decoded the drive yet?”

Zach looked up at Jack who returned the glance with an anxious expression. He turned his laptop around, displaying the contents of the drive to Corbyn and Zach.

All that was there, was a message.

Let the games begin. - Cobra

#zach herron #zach herron imagine #why dont we #why dont we imagine #corbyn besson #jack avery #Jonah marais #Daniel seavey

[meltwonu]

s n a k e     |     e y e s     [chapter 10]     FINAL 

pairing; snakehybrid!woozi x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; some angst, loads of fluff, oral(female receiving), return of jihoon’s impregnation kink!!, multiple orgasms, squirting 🥴💕 y’all... the final chapter. Thank you so much for everyone who gave interest in our cute ‘lil snake hybrid jihoonie~ and to those who patiently waited for each chapter 🥺🥺🥺 I hope to keep writing for him in the future as well cause I love him so much~~💕 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

Jihoon working in the studio with Soonyoung and the others confirms your worst fear.

It takes them a couple of days to figure out everyone’s skillset and in the time they’re in the studio, you hardly see Jihoon at home. He leaves before you wake up and comes home right after dinner. It reminds you of when you and Soonyoung were together; or really the lack thereof.

You take the time to go into the office on most of those days instead, having lunch with Minghao who’s equally not seen his own hybrid at home.

“It’s kind of weird, I guess? I’m used to him being home but I’m glad he’s got a group of friends to keep him busy. He seems really happy when he gets home.” “Mm…” Minghao’s words go in one ear and out the other as you pick at your uneaten lunch.

“Something tells me you don’t feel the same?” This time you look at him, seeing the worried expression on his face.

“It’s not that at all! I’m really happy for Jihoon and them. He’s really excited about it all too… It’s just…” A lump forms in your throat and you do your best to keep it down. “It’s just… it’s starting to remind me a lot of what happened with Soonyoung, is all. And I guess I’m just scared.”

Minghao hums, sliding his chair closer to you before he pats your shoulder comfortingly. “Figured as much. That’s why you two broke up, right? Because he was hardly ever around?” You nod, sighing.

“I know I’m probably overthinking but it’s just weird to not see Jihoon everyday, y’know? He leaves for the studio before I wake up and gets home just in time for bed. And coming to the office helps me keep busy but I don’t know… Guess it’s just something to get used to.” You chuckle softly, sending Minghao a reassuring smile.

“I’ll be okay.”

When you get home from the office that day, you notice Jihoon’s shoes are already by the door and the lights are on.

“Jihoon?”

“In the kitchen!”

You make your way towards the kitchen, noticing there’s food on the dining table when you walk in. “Jihoon, did you cook?” The male scratches the back of his head, ears red when he meets your inquisitive eyes.

“I wish, but no, I’d probably still set the kitchen on fire if I tried. But we finished up at the studio earlier and Soonyoung sent me home with some food. Come eat with me while it’s still hot!” He sets the plates down, pulling out your chair for you before he sits across the table.

“How was work at the office?”

“S’okay, having lunch with Minghao everyday is kinda funny. We have the same stories to tell since you and Chan are barely around.” You chuckle, taking a bite of your food before questioning Jihoon about his day.

“We actually finished recording a track! The hyungs said that they might even let me have a studio space ‘cause they said we had a lot of promise and we sent the track to the cafe so they could hear it. I think we’ll hear back in a couple days if we got a performance!” Jihoon’s eyes glitter with hope, happiness evident in his voice. “That’s great Jihoon! I hope you guys get it!” You smile at him, unsure if it reaches your eyes.

“You okay? You seem kinda sad again though. It’s the same kinda sad that time we were in the shower together…” His comment catches you off guard momentarily; eyes flitting to the food in front of you in order to avoid his worried stare. “I... “ All of your thoughts and worries finally come to a head in an instant.

“You can be honest with me, y’know? I won’t be upset.” Jihoon gets up from his seat, pulling the chair out next to you before he sits in it. He grabs your hand, lacing his fingertips with yours reassuringly.

“I just… I--I’m scared.”

“Scared? Why?” Jihoon uses his free hand to push your hair back, tucking it behind your ear. Tears blur your vision, a stray droplet falling into your lap as you use your free hand to rub at your eyes.

“I--I don’t want us to turn out like how Soonyoung and I did. And I guess I just got scared because--because you weren’t home and that’s where my problems started with Soonyoung. And… and I just felt like I never really had a place in his world once he started really getting into his work…” You clench your jaw, tears freely spilling when you meet Jihoon’s loving gaze. “I’m scared of being forgotten or something, I dunno. I’m not making sense. Sorry, I’m just… thinking too much, I guess.”

“You are.” Jihoon sighs, running a free hand through his hair before he reaches over and wipes at your eyes with the back of his finger. “I don’t want you to think of me like Soonyoung because we’re two different people with two completely different lives. I don’t know what you’re thinking I’m going to do but I’d never leave or forget you.” He caresses your cheek, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“And you gave me a home in your world, so the least I can do is give you one in mine too.”

It doesn’t shock you at all that they get a call-back to perform at ‘An Ode’. Jihoon frantically tells you over breakfast one morning; jumping excitedly in the bed as he struggles to call the others to let them know.

You, Seungcheol and Minghao meet up in front of the cafe on the night they’re set to perform; nervous and jittery for the hybrids. 

“I’m excited but so nervous for them! And to think they kept their song a complete secret until now…” Seungcheol ponders, opening the door for you and Minghao. “Huh, I didn’t even think about that but you’re right.” Minghao adds, guiding you to a table closer to the back.

“I’m surprised we’re not gonna sit in the front?” Seungcheol asks. You and Minghao share a look, giggling before you each take a seat. “Chan and Jihoon said they were shy and they were afraid of messing up if we sat in the front so we agreed we would try to blend in with the crowd. I don’t want Jihoon to take it out on me later.”

“Damn, Mingyu asked me to do the opposite so I could film him.” The three of you laugh as Seungcheol settles into his own seat, checking to make sure he can still catch the stage from where he sits.

“Seokmin was saying he was nervous but I think he’s probably on the same level as Jihoon and Chan with being shy. I think it’s just Mingyu that isn’t freakin’ out right now.”

“That’s a good thing though. It’s probably helping them not run out of the cafe right now, ‘Cheol.” You reply, looking over the drinks. There were a few other performers that were going on before Jihoon and the others. “By the way, did they ever decide on a group name for themselves?” You ask.

“Mmm, I think Chan said something about how they couldn’t decide on one so they just… didn’t.” Seungcheol snorts, shaking his head as he laughs. “Sounds about right. They probably thought everything was too cheesy and just decided to go with none.” The three of you order coffee in the meantime, chatting until it’s time for them to perform.

Thirty minutes pass easily before you see Mingyu hopping onto the stage, adjusting a few of the mics before he gestures to the other three to get on stage. His tail wags excitedly as the others join him and he takes his place next to Jihoon who situates himself in the middle with Seokmin.

“Um..” Jihoon’s cheeks are beet red up to his ears, licking his lips as he tries to will the nerves away. “We--um, we don’t really have a group name or a-anything yet. But we’ll be performing a ballad for you, um, tonight. We took a while to prepare this song and we even produced it ourselves! It holds a lot of meaning for us.” He pauses to clear his voice, his eyes locking onto yours immediately through the crowd.

“I… wrote this song with someone in mind. And for all of you who have that special someone, this is for you. It’s called ‘Smile Flower’, please enjoy!” He licks his lips shyly just as Seokmin nudges him jokingly; the lights dimming just as the music starts.

A shiver runs down your spine as you listen, tears springing to your eyes when you focus on the lyrics. Minghao nudges you slightly, sly smile on his face when he sees your blush even in the dim lights.

“He really cherishes you.”

“Mm…”

When the song finishes, you wipe a stray tear, clapping quietly with the crowd as the shy hybrids shuffle off of the stage. Mingyu yells an excited ‘Thank You!’ before he pushes the other three towards the back room.

“Uh oh, I don’t think I was recording anything the entire time.”

Seungcheol takes you all to dinner afterwards; the hybrids excitedly chatting and wondering about when they’d be able to write and produce more songs. Mingyu had been sad for a second that it hadn’t been recorded but Seungcheol promised to let him have whatever food he wanted so it was quickly forgotten.

When you and Jihoon get home that night, the air feels different. He tangles his pinky with yours, guiding you towards the bedroom without a word.

“Ji--”

His lips are on yours not a second later, hand tangling into your hair to keep you close as you wrap your arms around his neck. He licks the seam of your lips, slowly guiding you to the bed as his tongue slides into your mouth. The back of your knees hit the bed; a small squeak escaping you when his lips disconnect from yours.

“I wanna show you how much you mean to me.” He mumbles, shedding off his clothes before he helps you out of yours. “Lay by the headboard for me, baby.” You nod, adjusting yourself until your head rests on the pillows. Jihoon pries your legs apart, settling himself in between them as his hands roam your skin.

“You’re so pretty… and beautiful… and kind…” He whispers, leaning down until his lips are against your sternum. “And you’re all mine, right?” A smile carves itself onto his lips just as he kisses your skin gently.

“Y-yes… I’m all yours, Jihoon.”

He kisses his way across your torso, tongue flicking out as he licks at one of your nipples. You whimper, back arching into his touch as the nub hardens under his ministrations. “Ah, Ji…”

“You sound so pretty too, baby…” You blush at his compliment; already feeling the wetness beginning to pool between your thighs.

Jihoon moves to your other nipple, lapping at it until it hardens as well. He leaves love bites in the mix, marking up your torso and the column of your neck before he slowly inches lower and lower. “You mean so much to me…” His words are muffled against your skin and you watch as he lowers himself until all you can see is his blonde head of hair between your legs.

“...I’d give you anything you ask for.” He smiles up at you before he delves in, using his fingers to spread your folds. “I’d eat you out for hours if you want me to.” His tongue flicks out, lapping at your entrance as he groans. “Fuck, you always taste so good.” He moans against you as his tongue travels from your clit to your entrance, spreading your wetness. The vibrations send a tingle up your spine as your hands lock into his hair.

“Ngh, Ji… Your f-fingers too.. Please…” He obliges, bringing his index and middle finger up to his mouth to properly wet them before he brings them to your pussy. Slowly easing in a digit, he sucks your clit into his mouth, a sharp cry escaping you as your thighs clamp around his head. He slowly fucks his finger into you as he licks at your clit; adding another finger when he can hear how wet you were getting.

He crooks his fingers inside of you, tapping your g-spot repeatedly as you cry out. “Ji! I--mmh!” When he adds a third finger is when you start to feel your first orgasm already building; walls tightening around his delicate fingers. He continues to lap at your clit, drawing circles on it with his tongue as you grind down onto him to get more.

“I want you to cum for me.” Jihoon mumbles, fingers doubling in speed as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. You whine, feeling the tension snap as you cum on his command, walls spasming around his fingers. He works you through it, slowing down his pace until you’re mewling and trying to push his head away from your sensitive pussy.  

Jihoon giggles cutely, hair messy when he positions himself between your legs again. “Still with me?” His lips are covered in your wetness when you pull him down, kissing him square on the lips as you taste yourself.

“Mmhmm…” You moan against his lips, feeling the shaft of his hard cock against your sensitive folds. He grinds against you, letting you feel him before he pulls away. He wraps a hand around his cock, tapping the head of it against your swollen clit as you flinch.

“Jihoon, please.. Wanna feel you…”

He positions himself at your entrance, moaning as he slowly sinks his cock into you. He goes slow, letting you feel every inch of him until the head of his cock taps your cervix. You wince, clenching at how full Jihoon always made you feel. “God, please, please move!”

Jihoon draws his hips back before he slams into you hard; your breath hitching when you feel the drag of his cock between your walls. Your hands tangle into the sheets under you, already on the verge of another orgasm. “Fuh--fuck, you feel so good, Ji!” You cry, lashes wet with tears.

“Mmm, you feel so good around me, baby. So fuckin’ wet and warm.” He smiles at you, squeezing your waist. He keeps at a moderate pace; pulling all the way out before he thrusts back in.

“Feels like you wanna cum again, don’t you? You’re getting so tight.” You nod frantically, hands grasping at his forearms when you feel your thighs shaking. “I--’m cumming!!” Your eyes snap shut, mind going blank and breath pausing when you cum hard in Jihoon’s hold. He halts his thrusts, cock snug between your walls as he groans. “God, you feel so good.” He whispers; hands massaging your skin as you start to come down from your second high.

“Still okay, baby?” You sniffle, thighs still shaking when he resumes his pace from before. “Mmhmm…”

You feel sated and warm when he starts thrusting into you faster, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple as he chases his high.

“A-ah, Ji… want you to cum inside me… let me have it~” You murmur, clenching around his cock as you urge him to cum. He gives you a breathless laugh, pushing his hair out of his face before his eyes lock onto yours.

“You really love it when I cum inside of you, don’t you? You wanna get nice and full of my cum so you’ll get pregnant, hmm? I’ll have to cum inside of you every time we fuck so it’ll stick.” He grins at you, eyes filled with mirth. 

“But our kids would be cute, huh?”

Your heart pangs at his question; body flaring up immediately at the thought of having kids with Jihoon. He giggles at your shy expression, grinding into you as he felt his orgasm start to crest. “Ngh, sh--shit, I’m gonna cum! Think you can cum one more time for me, baby?” You bite your lip, nodding.

“Want you to cum with me this time, okay?” You nod again, moaning loudly when the pad of his thumb meets your swollen clit. He circles the nub harshly as your thighs shake and clamp around him hard, garbled noises spilling from your lips when he throws you over the edge and into your third orgasm.

The ringing in your ears is overwhelming and you can feel your body arch off the bed, pin picks all over your skin as the pleasure washes over you. Jihoon’s cock is forced out of you when you unintentionally squirt all over him. He smirks as he taps the head of his cock against your sensitive clit, working you through your orgasm before he sinks his cock back into your sensitive pussy.

He wastes no time, fucking into you hard and fast as your walls flutter around him; still in the thrums of your orgasm when he grinds into you, filling you up with his cum.

You mewl at the sensation, already feeling his cum dripping down the sides of his cock that’s still deep inside of you. Jihoon hovers over you, breath uneven as he stares down at your tired eyes.

“I… think I love you.”

You clench around his cock on instinct, a sharp groan escaping his lips. “I--you--wuh--what?”

Jihoon smiles shyly, slowly pulling his cock out of you as the cum drips down onto the sheets. “Sorry, was my timing wrong?” You stare up at the ceiling for a second, the ringing in your ears getting even louder as you feel his cum sliding out of you.

“I--no--I mean, your cum is literally… dripping out of me, but… when… you--I?” Your words are jumbled as you sit up, moaning tiredly as you sit in a pool of Jihoon’s cum and your own wetness.

“I… sorry, I didn’t say it at a more romantic time. But I just wanted you to know… I said ‘I think’ because there’s still a lot we still need to learn about each other, right? And there’s still a lot of questions about how we’re going to move forward from here.” He pauses, a flush painting onto his cheeks as he stares at all the love bites he’d left on your skin. “But I know how I feel and I know what I feel is love. And I want to keep exploring more of that feeling… with you.”

Jihoon’s eyes travel to your face, a shy blush on your cheeks as well. “I… think I love you too, Jihoon.” You whisper.

In a split second, he tackles you back down onto the bed, shy laughter filling up the space almost immediately. His eyes twinkle when he settles down next to you, pushing your messy hair out of your face.

“I want you to know that I’ll do anything to make you comfortable with whatever happens in our future together. You gave me a safe place and the freedom to be who I really am and I want you to feel the same. I don’t want you to be scared and insecure because I’ll take care of you just like you do for me. I don’t think I ever loved anyone until I met you. And I’m scared too, but I’m willing to learn with you.”

The tears spring to your eyes faster than you can think, lip quivering when he kisses your forehead. “Can’t believe you’re being a sap and making me cry after you made me cum three times and squirt.” Jihoon lets out a boisterous laugh, tossing his head back at your words.

“Baby, I cannot tell you how many love songs I’ve written about you. I’m always going to be a romantic sap underneath my harsh exterior.” He jokingly glares at you, wiping the tears that wet your lashes.

“But seriously, whatever comes our way, we’ll work through it together, okay? I don’t want either of us to make individual decisions because we’re a real couple now. And… And once I finally get work and start getting paid, I’m gonna spoil you so bad, you won’t even know what to do!” He promises, relaxing onto his stomach next to your tired form.

“Okay, but can you spoil me now and get me cleaned up and change the sheets because we’re laying in… well, a lot. And then I wanna hear all about these love songs you wrote about me, if you’re okay with sharing...” You giggle, watching as he pouts at you.

“I’ll do you even better and get you cleaned up, change the sheets, serenade you to sleep and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”

“Jihoon… are you… capable of doing that or…”

“How hard is it to make bacon and eggs in the morning? A cup of coffee? Easy. Toast? Just a button.” He boasts, easing off the bed before he helps you up.

Jihoon carries you to the bathroom, letting you sit on the countertop as he runs the water. “How about we compromise and I’ll sit in the kitchen and supervise while you try to make breakfast.” He grins at you, slotting himself between your legs before he kisses you softly.

“Deal.”

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[paradox-psyc-hoe-sis]

X-men preference - how they flirt with you!

Charles x reader, Erik x reader, Hank x reader, Logan x reader, Kurt x reader

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: yo yo yo, this is my first x-men related fic but I've been so engrossed with the fandom recently that I'll definitely be writing more :D (also the reader is a teacher at the mansion) - Honey

CHARLES

• Charles was very discreet with the way he flirted with you, wanting to get to know you more.

• He'd spend more time with you between classes, asking you about your abilities, talking to you about your life before you came to the academy, etc.

• Before you two were really close, he treated you in a strictly friendly manner. As you both grew closer, his feelings manifested into physical actions.

• Small hugs, kissing you on the cheek, instinctively clutching your hand at the sense of danger, and even you letting him into your mind.

• Obviously, it was pretty clear there was a thing between you.

• After a few months, you realised you liked him, too.

• You were both in the courtyard one evening, Charles talking about recruiting some new students.

• The way the purple sky reflected on his glassy eyes, his stubble-littered jaw, soft lips curved at the edges as he spoke.

• As he was halfway through a sentence, you impulsively leaned in and placed your your lips onto his.

• It took him a second to realise what was happening, but once he caught on he firmly kissed back, closing any remaining space between you.

• After a while, you both leaned back, a smile lingering between you both.

• "I really like you, Charles."

• A small chuckle escaped his lips as he cupped your cheek.

• "I didn't have to read your mind to figure that one out, y/n."

ERIK

• Erik was NOT subtle with the way he flirted.

• Eying you up and down with a smirk, staring at your behind when you weren't looking, wrapping an arm around your waist whenever you were near.

• He was just naturally affectionate, which you certainly didn't mind.

• He'd randomly bring you flowers in the middle of the day, because "they were on sale and just reminded me of you."

• And when others were off on a mission, he'd insist on cooking you dinner.

• The way you really knew that he liked you was that he'd sometimes open up to you about his emotions.

• The only person he's talked to in the past about his feelings was Charles, but it always ended in arguments.

• But often he'd wake up in the middle of the night and go downstairs to see you, also downstairs & wide awake, drinking hot cocoa.

• It became a weekly tradition for the both of you to have a cup of cocoa on a Sunday night, usually around midnight.

• When you were both downstairs, he'd talk to you about his childhood and his mental health. You were always there for him, listening to every word.

• So one sunday night you were creeping down the stairs, waiting to find Erik in the kitchen with 2 mugs of hot chocolate.

• However, instead of preparing your hot drinks, he was stood next to the record player. "Care for a dance?"

• Slow music played as you swayed across the floor.

• That night, he told you that he loved you. And, of course, you said it back :)

HANK

• As soon as you and Hank met, everyone knew he had a crush on you.

• Whenever you talk to him, touch him in any way, or even flash him a smile he'll automatically blush and get all flustered.

• "Hey Hank, I really like your sweater!"

• "Uh..m-my sweater? I uh...I don't...um, thank you."

• Once he became more comfortable around you, he started to flirt a lot more.

• Teasing little jokes and compliments were thrown back and forth a lot between you both, as well as longing glances when the other isn't looking.

• He loved to have you in the lab with him, and you were completely happy supporting him & listening to him drone on about his discoveries.

• He had been working on a serum for months, when one day he finally cracked it.

• He was working at his desk in the lab, you directly opposite reading a book, when he suddenly erupted.

• "YES!!! I'VE DONE IT!"

• You saw the small vile he was holding and automatically knew what he was talking about.

• You ran over to him and instinctively gave him a hug, him gripping you just as tight.

• However, you also absentmindedly went in for a kiss.

• It was small and light, and you pulled back straight away.

• "I...I'm sorry, I shouldn't ha-"

• He cut you off by pressing a firmer kiss to your lips, his hands gripping your waist with delight.

LOGAN

• We all know that Logan can be a stupid bitch when it comes to emotions.

• So when he realised he had feelings for you, he immediately distanced himself.

• He rarely showed up to meals, seldom participated in group activities, and avoided you at all costs.

• The only time you saw him was between classes, making your way to your next group of students and seeing him lurking in the corridors.

• His sudden withdrawal came so randomly to you & the other x-men, though.

• He'd often help you grade papers, drive you to the local convenience store for grocery shopping, and even help you cook meals for the staff.

• But all that stopped once he figured out his feelings for you.

• And frankly, you were sICK of it.

• One night, you got back late from visiting a family member. It must have been 11pm by the time you arrived back at the mansion, and the only thought that played on your mind during the drive home was Logan.

• Once you got in and put your bag down, you went straight to Logan's room. Trying to keep your cool, you knocked three times on his door.

• No reply.

• "I know you're in there, Logan. Let me in!"

• No reply.

• So, you let yourself in. And there he was, sat on his bed, flipping through a book, not at all surprised that you'd let yourself in.

• Once he saw you stood in the doorway, brows furrowed, he stood up and walked towards you.

• "Everything okay?" He grumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

• "No, Logan. Everything isn't okay. Why are you ignoring me?"

• You closed the door behind you, walking closer to him.

• Without a second of hesitation, he strode towards you, pushing you up against the wall.

• He waited a second before cupping your cheek and kissing you, teeth grazing your lips.

• Let's just say...you didn't get much sleep that night ;)

KURT

• Kurt was similar to Hank when it came to expressing emotions, yet he was certainly more romantic.

• Yes, he could get easily flustered around you, but he always found a way to turn it into a romantic situation.

• He'd write you small poems on sticky notes and leave them in your room, buy your favourite chocolate and put it under your pillow, and even pick you flowers from the gardens to surprise you on a bad day.

• It was obvious to everyone - including you - that he had a crush on you. And sure, you liked him too, but you wanted him to confess his feelings.

• When I tell you this boy was whipped; he was WHIPPED.

• Spill some water? He'll he there to clean it up. Break a glass? He's already scooped up the pieces and put them in the bin. Trouble grading papers? He's right behind you with the marking scheme to keep you on track.

• Although you'd tell him so many times that you can do it by yourself, he was eager to treat you like the princess that you were.

• It was the evening of your birthday when he confessed his feelings.

• The x-men had thrown you a party, and when the festivities were over, he stayed to help you clean up.

• "Y'know, I never managed to give you your birthday present."

• He told you to close your eyes and stick out your hand. Once you did, you felt him take your hand, and suddenly you felt a cool breeze against your arms.

• You opened your eyes in awe at your surroundings; you and Kurt were on top of the Eiffel tower, gazing down at the French city behind you.

• "Holy shit, Kurt - this is s-"

• He cut you off, placing his lips on yours. He didn't add too much pressure, waiting for you to respond, but loosened up when you lifted a hand up to cup his cheek.

• Your lil blueberry just wants everything for his queen <3

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[hains-mae]

Flowers - Pt. 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 (end)

(Damian x Reader) Soulmate AU

Rating: T

Ages: Damian and you are 16, everyone’s ages follow after.

Summary: Soulmate AU where the wounds on your soulmate turns into a flower tattoo on your skin, if it heals with no scars the tattoo goes away, if it heals with a scar then the tattoo stays.

It just got worse.

Disclaimer: I do not own DC. If I did, I wouldn’t make it as confusing as it is now.

The convention hall was huge. The lights shone brightly at the many innovative inventions made by the young minds of Gotham City. the entire city was invited to participate after all. As Wayne Enterprise made the whole event international, we had guests from all over the globe looking for potential students to take under their wing. Rumour has it that everyone on the guest list was hand picked by the man, Bruce Wayne, himself.

I looked around in a daze as I clutched the metal briefcase that held my project.

Running in an hour or two of sleep and caffein, I made my way through the growing crowd. Finally I was able to locate my designated table, a small booth in the chemistry section. I made quick work on unpacking the projector and placed it square on a folding table. It would play the presentation of what my project was about and all the necessary details to explain the chemical compounds and a quick scanned blueprint.

“I feel so nervous.” I mumbled to no one in particular.

Then placing a black cloth on the table as my workspace, I made sure to put the specifically designed gun carefully on a stand that I had quickly melded together. The projectiles rested in the container. Only two remained. I stared at it for a while as the scene of that fateful night replayed in my head.

I had found my soulmate.

Which was good.

He was Robin.

Which was bad.

There was a chance he could be Damian Wayne.

Which was worse.

This relationship was doomed from the start. My soulmate was a freaking vigilante! He was running around at night, putting his life in danger. Death was a constant in my mind after that. Knowing that one day I might loose him. It was a weird thing, this soulmate bond that we shared. Somehow meeting him solidified his existence in my life. Now every time I received another flower on my skin I would know what might’ve caused it. Worry started to form in my gut as I thought about the bullet wound in his shoulder.

I shook my head to get any more lingering thoughts out as I willed myself to focus on the task at hand. I needed to get my head in the game.

Pulling the beakers and flasks out as carefully as I could, I placed them each on the other side of the table. I filled them with their chemicals and started the burner. I had wanted to show them the process as a prototype. I doubted anybody here wanted to be encased in rock.

I was so deep in thought as I mindlessly tinkered around to keep my hands busy that I didn’t even realise a figure standing before me until he cleared his throat.

Looking up from my notes my eyes grew wide.

Mr. Bruce Wayne, owner and CEO of the Wayne Enterprises was standing at my table. He had a charming smile plastered on his face.

“My, what an interesting piece we have here. Don’t you agree Damian?” His voice was calm and even.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

“I do, father.” He agreed. His eyes caught mine, and all I could do was stare into his green orbs.

“Oh forgive me.” Mr. Wayne chuckled and held out his hand. “Bruce Wayne.”

I returned the gesture and shook his hand telling him my own name.

“Pleasure to meet you.” He said. “And this is my son, Damian.”

“We met.” He said simply, but still took my hand and shook it.

“I’m really interested in your work.” Mr. Wayne continued. “I’d like to come back after I make the opening speech.”

“Of course.” I plastered on the best smile I could muster.

It wasn’t too long after that when Mr. Wayne came back, but this time he had an entourage. To his right he had his sons, all 4 of them. They were exactly as the magazines showed and described them to be. Each one was dashing. I didn’t know much about them, but hearing their names tossed around every day in school made me involuntarily learn anyway.

Richard, the eldest had a polite smile and kind blue eyes. They were warm in a comforting way and his manners were that of a well bred socialite. He waved at some of the students and nodded at a few of the adults he passed.

The one beside him was Jason, his cold glare could strike fear into anyone’s hearts. Especially when he is backed up with high status and money. No one dared mess with him. But even I had to admit there was a certain charm to his features, he had a bad boy kind of vibe.

Tim was next, walking just a few steps ahead of his older brothers. His nose was buried in an iPad and his fingers were flying through the screen at top speed. He was just a few years older than me, and I’ve actually seen him around the campus before, but I never met him.

Lastly, Damian. He stole a glance at me as they walked towards my table and turned to Tim, mumbling something before looking ahead.

To Mr. Wayne’s left were two well renowned chemists that I personally follow. Their works and research papers were incredible, it was actually the basis of my own invention. Instantly the butterflies in my stomach fluttered around.

After introductions were made, I presented my work and did a sample test before leading their attention to the finished product which were the glowing orbs.

“And what inspired you to create such an invention?” Mr. Wayne inquired.

“I just wanted to help.” I said truthfully. “We’re aware of the crimes around our city, and I thought it would make the job of catching the criminals easier.”

“And it will.” He smiled. “I’d like to offer you an internship in my company. And if you wouldn’t mind, a mentorship with my two top scientists there.”

“It would be an honour!”

This had to be the greatest moment of my life. For the first time that day I felt my mood get better.

The rest of the days passed on in a blur. My invention was one of the top picked topics in the scene, much to my pleasure, and the interview for the internships and mentorships went well. I honestly couldn’t ask for more.

Mr. Wayne’s secretary handed me, and a couple of other students he scouted, a form to fill out and sign. Our parents/legal guardians were immediately informed and the school assured them before any action is taken they will be holding another meeting. Everything seemed to be going smoothly. Many of us were able to grab great opportunities, both in and out of the cities.

I looked around and saw all the doors opening up for the next generation in Gotham. Happy smiles and excited chatter filled the room. Promises of a greater future were announced. I realised, this was probably history in the making. This would be where everything turns around for the better. I might sound overly sentimental, and perhaps a tad bit exaggerated, but I was feeling hopeful.

The interviews were over, and after the last of them had been held, the announcement came to remind us of the upcoming gala. We had an entire day to prepare – “Therefore, use it wisely.” Our professor advised.

Many of the girls had rushed out in groups (with a teacher chaperone) as they headed towards the fancy boutiques and malls. I on the other hand decided to be practical. My roommate and a couple of friends that I had made during my stay, required it be essential that I tag along with them. I was peer pressured (and I say that lightly), but it felt good to explore the city without the danger.

“Oh my god I just saw the Wayne brothers!” Someone squealed at the store front that we were in.

“What? No way! Where?” Another piqued.

We heard the teacher sigh and ask us not to make a scene since we were in public. I felt myself tense at the thought of him and his green eyes.

“They’re heading this way!”

I dove behind one of the clothing hangers and hid as best as I could. Good lord, is this some kind of drama series? My new friends sputtered out a greeting as I imagined them walking by, and all I could do was concentrate on not self-combusting.

“Y/n?”

My eyes darted up from the spot on the floor that I was staring at. I didn’t want to come out, but the longer I stayed behind the wall of clothes, the more embarrassed I became. With a defeated sigh, I walked out.

“H-hey.” I waved lamely.

“What were you doing behind the clothes rack?” Damian cocked a brow at me.

“I was looking at it, kinda the reason I came here.” I said, not really meaning to sound defensive but it came out that way anyway, and I already wanted to take it back.

“You’re that girl with the blue marbles.” The eldest said smiling broadly. “Y/n L/n, right?”

I nodded meekly.

Dick smirked and went back to his smoothie.

“The one Damian wouldn’t shut up about?” Jason teased wickedly. I felt my blood rise up to my face.

Damian kicked him behind his knees which only made the man laugh.

“You know better than to tease.” Tim rolled his eyes at his brothers antics. “You’re embarrassing him in front of his crush.”

I just wished the floor would swallow me whole right now.

Tim immediately hid behind Dick and the laughter was nearly uncontrollable from his brothers. Damian was currently fuming, and tomato red in the face.

“I’m going to kill you Drake.” He said through clenched teeth.

Dick groaned. “Cant you guys behave?” He strolled over to me and tapped my shoulder lightly. “You’re embarrassing y/n.”

“Sorry, it was just meant for lil-D over here.” Jason apologised.

“Alright boys, that’s enough.” The teacher called out. “We’ve got a schedule to follow. I’ll have to cut this meeting short.” She was right, and I was so thankful at the moment that we did.

Dick apologised again, and pushed his brothers to move along. As soon as they were out of earshot the girls bombarded me with questions, demanding they know the details. There wasn’t anything to tell, since I’ve only known them as long as the length of this trip, but they didn’t let the subject go. I thanked my lucky stars that the rumours I heard about the boys and their fanatic fangirls did not exist in the group I was in. They had gushed about how lucky I was to catch their eye – I really wish they didn’t – and how amazing it must be for them to hold an interest in me – I honestly could care less. But girls being girls, I had to let them be.

The evening  of the gala arrived faster than I anticipated, and true to their promise, the girls had all squeezed themselves into my room.

“You guys really don’t have to do this.” I said, slightly exasperated.

“Nonsense.” They quipped back. “We’re all going to look fabulous and make a great impression.”

They rolled out their brush pouches and stacked their make up on the vanity table. I eyed it all wearily.

Sometimes I had to hand it them, females can be terrifying when they need to be.

“Do you think this will be it?” One of them asked out of the blue. “Is this what is going to turn this city around.”

“I hope so. Thing’s are getting worse around Gotham, if this works, we can secure a safer future.”

“Look at us sounding diplomatic.” We laughed at that.

“I think it’ll work out.” I told them with an air of confidence. I saw the looks everyone had at the gatherings. It wasn’t just hope. There was a sense of motivation. An active decision in every one of them that wanted to strive for more. It was encouraging and empowering.

We all shared a unanimous agreement and continued on preparing.

I wasn’t joking when I said I would be practical. I pulled out one of my mothers old gowns from a battered box that was hidden deep under my suitcase. It was off white, with a few hints of lavender and creamy grey. The dress was long-sleeved, made with loose and flowy material. The collar tapered upwards and into a modest keyhole neckline. On my waist rested a silver strap embezzled with crystals. It’s length reached the floor and the slightest movement swayed in the wind. It made me look like I was floating.

As we made our way to the entrance of the gala, men in black suit tailcoats took our coats and opened the grand doors. I was in shock at the beauty of the room.

The entire ceiling look painted on by Michelangelo, in between hung massive sparkling chandeliers. The windows were from ceiling to floor and draped in expensive red velvet curtains. I gazed in awe at the marbled floor that were polished so well we could see our reflection from it.

Light music hummed tastefully in the air as my friends were whisked off by the boys for a dance.

“Y/n!” A savvy voice called out from across the crowd. Turning around I found the Wayne brothers around a table. I managed a wave.

They waved back and invited me over. How could I refuse? Steeling my nerves, I walked towards them.

“Good evening.” I said politely.

“You look stunning.” Dick complimented. Beside him was a woman with incredibly dazzling red hair, it almost looked like it was on fire. Her bright smile reached up to her green eyes. “This is Kory. Kory Anders. Kory, Y/n.”

She stood up tall and shook my outstretched hand.

“Pleasure.” I said as I introduced myself.

“It is glorious to finally meet you.” She said. “I have heard many things.”

I noted her slight accent and choice of words. She must’ve come from another country.

“All good I hope.” I chuckled nervously.

Her smile only widened. “You need not worry.”

“Would you like to sit with us?” Tim offered.

I looked across the dance hall and saw that my friends were already at their own table. I accepted it and sat down at the last seat which was available, and as fate would have it, it was next to Damian.

When I moved to take my place, his perfume infiltrated my senses, leaving me slightly light headed. I pushed my qualms away not wanting to look rude.

“Hello again.” I spoke to him.

Damian nodded, his expression unreadable.

We made small talk, and discussed about the what I should be expecting when I started working at their fathers’ company. They gave me the basic ropes and tried to ease the pressure away.

Then the topic moved to my invention. I told them how I actually got the idea from my dad, they found it honourable in a way. I felt a sense of pride blossom.

Jokes went around as the food was being served. I quickly learnt Dick had the worst case of pun-overdrive, yet it still had me giggling because of how bad it was. Jason was not any better at his come backs to his brothers play on words. They made quiet the duo. Kory laughed heartily between them. Tim and Damian were taking turns lightly jabbing one another, it was almost endearing. As I looked at them from where I sat I couldn’t help but miss the simpler times my family and I shared.

The melody from the band took a slow turn and I saw Dick stand up.

“May I have this dance?” He offered his hand to Kory and exaggerated a bow.

“I would be delighted.” She giggled and let herself be swept onto the dance floor.

I watched as they danced to a slow waltz. Her hands were on his neck as his was kept firmly on the small of her back. They looked lovely together.

“That’s my cue.” Jason spoke up, his eyes gazing the crowd for what I assume was a possible dance partner.

Tim followed shortly behind, but not without leaving us with a wink and tap on his nose.

Damian cleared his throat, breaking my reverie.

He stood and offered his hand. “Would you like to dance?”

I blinked at him, surprised that he actually asked. I gingerly put my hand on his and nodded.

He expertly sashayed us to the middle and twirled me around before moving us to the rhythm of the music.

“You’re good.” I should’ve known he was a skilled dancer.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He replied.

His scent was overwhelming, especially being this close to him. I reminded myself that his boy could very well be Robin.

Robin, the vigilante. I sighed inwardly. How could I have forgotten? But if he was then… My hand that was on his shoulder tightened ever so slightly as I remembered the gun shot.

“Is everything okay?” Damian asked, squeezing my hand.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” I lied. The urge to just ask him never felt so powerful until this moment.

It’s not your place to know. I scolded myself for being presumptuous. This could all have been a big misunderstanding on my part, and I could very well upset him if I asked, not to mention embarrass myself. It wasn’t that I wanted to pry, but the bond I shared with my soulmate only seemed to strengthen these past few days. It drew us closer but I couldn’t begin to explain how. You hugged him, you hugged a stranger – that is a mystery in itself, my inner muse stated.

But then the question of the day was; if he was aware of who I was. There was no way he could possibly tell, there was no proof except for the time I cried out in pain when he got shot. Then again, anyone would’ve screamed if they witnessed that.

I settled with the verdict that he most likely doesn’t know.

“I’d like to apologise about yesterday.” Damian said, sounding solemn. “My brothers have been a thorn to my side ever since I could remember.”

I laughed. “It was embarrassing, but I forgive you, and your brothers.” He visibly relaxed. “It felt like I was reliving some old memories.”

“Do you have siblings as well?”

I shook my head. “No, but it would be nice to. Unfortunately right now it’s just me and my mom. It gets a little lonely but we manage.”

Damian let out a quiet ‘oh’ before lapsing into silence again. I didn’t want to kill the mood so I quickly thought of what to say to keep the conversation going.

“So what about you?” I asked. “I mean, anything you’re comfortable sharing of course.”

The boy sighed and looked up to think before answering.

“I like to paint.” He said. My eyes grew wide at that.

“For real?”

He arched a brow in confusion. “Yes. Is something wrong with that?”

I quickly shook my head again. “No, no of course not. I just, well, it’s surprising. That’s all.”

“Tt, not something you expected?” He teased lightly which only made me surprised all the more.

Was he trying to – flirt?

I laughed. “Guilty as charged.”

Damian looked a little proud of himself.

“What do you like to paint?” I asked curiously.

“Mostly portraits.” He answered easily. “And my pets.”

I gave a fake gasp. “The Damian Wayne, painting his pets. I would never have guessed.”

He smirked.

“So, is it a dog?” I asked.

“Yes, there’s a dog.”

“There’s? Meaning there are more?”

He smirked again this time wider.

“A cat.” I guessed.

He nodded. “Yes there’s a cat too. Though I doubt you’d be able to guess the rest of them.”

Laughing again, I shook my head in disbelief. “You are one intriguing person, Damian Wayne.”

“I could say the same about you.” He told me squarely.

The heat on my cheeks creept up. I looked away a little embarrassed.

He opened his mouth to say something to me, but was cut off.

I heard screams.

Damian quickly pushed me to the ground and shielded me as the glass windows shattered. The shards fell ferociously all around us.

“Fuck.” He gritted his teeth and looked down at me. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “What was that?” I clutched my head, my ears were ringing from the sound of the blast that shattered the windows. I looked around panicked and scared.

“Don’t know.” He told me gruffly as he pulled us both back up.

Grappling hooks shot up from the broken windows and before I knew it I saw the pointed end of a sword aimed towards Damian’s.

“Damian!”

In that moment I cast aside all the doubts. I still wasn’t sure but if by a long shot; this was Robin, if Damian was Robin, then he could do something about this.

He knew how to fight. Unlike me. If I could give him a head start or a fighting chance, then he and the other superheroes could save everyone.

That’s what I told myself anyway as time stilled and I took the leap.

The blade sliced into my lower back and for a split second all I could feel was searing hot white pain. I cried out as it rippled through my torso. The sword was pulled out just as quick as it was pushed in. I could swear the world was tipping over. The blood had gushed out and I found it staining Damian’s pristine suit.

I could barely hear Damian’s scream as I phased in and out of consciousness. Somehow he had blocked another hit that was aimed at us before kicking the man as far away as possible. He pulled me towards him and muttered something incoherent before dashing across the hall.

The warmth of my own blood pooled over me. Mom would kill me when she saw the stain, if I wouldn’t bleed to death before she finds out that is.

“Shitshitshit, y/n!” He ducked behind a table and grabbed a bunch of  napkins, applying pressure as he held it against my stomach. “Stay with me, you’re going to be alright.”

I weakly nodded, feeling sick to my stomach at the smell of iron and sudden blood loss.

“Fuck.” Jason slid next to us as the gunshots started to fire. He noticed me and his features paled. “Oh, shit.”

“Jason, I need to bring her somewhere safe!” Damian said, his voice urgent.

“All citizen, please evacuate the building!” A strong voice bellowed from above us. It was a woman, dressed in purple. Her hair was on fire (literally) as it trailed behind her.

Starfire. But what was she doing in Metropolis…?

The people ran towards the entrance and a man in a tight body suit with a blue winged symbol on his chest directed the crowd flow.

Superboy zoomed in next, his features etched in worry as soon as he saw me. The wound must’ve been worse that I thought.

“What the hell is going on?!” Damian demanded from the superhero. “I thought this place was secured.”

“Kryptonite.” Superbly answered with an ominous tone. “I don’t know what happened but we should get the civilians – uh, you guys, to safety.”

The amendment wasn’t lost on me.

“Y/n, I’m going to find you after all this is over.” Damian promised. “Until then please, hang in there.”

I managed a weak smile and a sad excuse of a chuckle as the blood started to run down the corner of my mouth.

“I still need to guess the rest of your pets.” I joked, hoping to lighten the scene.

His response was a pained smile.

“Take her to Alfred.” He delicately passed me on to Superboy’s arms. “He’ll know what to do.”

Superboy nodded and flew away. The last thing I remembered was Nightwing and Starfire fighting off mechanical robots and ninja assassins. After that, my world went dark.

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... to be continued ...

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Stress Reliever - Jimin

Pairing: Jimin x reader (nicknamed Princess)

Wordcount: 4.3k words

Genre: smut, angst, fluff

Rating: 18+

Hello lovelies! I’m back with another Stress reliever one-shot. Today I offer you Park Jimin!!! You might be asking yourself: what happens when Lil Mochi gets angry and frustrated? Well, reader, I might have an idea...

So, trigger warnings: maybe swearing, this isn’t the heaviest smut I’ve written, but still, it’s descriptive. Switch!Jimin, (attempt of) mutual masturbation, falling asleep while... you know..., stressed!reader, BDSM and handjob, mild degradation kink, sixtynining (oral both male and female receiving), unprotected sex within an established relationship (say safe, guys!), cumplay, should I put a disclaimer for subby Jimin? 

For seeing more of Jimin discussing kinks and his view on BDSM, read The Conversation - Jin and Jimin.

If you need it, here is my masterlist! 

Enjoy!

First: remove heels. 

Second: remove bra. 

Third: get into your godblessed bed and sleep until your skin feels new. 

That’s the only plan you have on Saturday night after one week of working impossible shifts from seven thirty a.m. to nine p.m., struggling to keep it together after your colleague prematurely began her maternity leave, which meant that you had to do your own work and fill in for her absence. Luckily her substitute should arrive by Wednesday next week, helping you with the incredible amount of paperwork that needed to be checked by the first week of every month. 

You leaned against the door, your fingers too weak to even digit your passcode. Forehead pressed against the door jamb, you waited for the telltale dling and the heavy sound of the lock being released. 

Off with them shoes. 

You didn’t quite check where your heels ended up. They could have impaled themselves on the wall as far as you cared. You were slightly more careful with your bag only because of the precious content: your laptop and a pile of photocopies of last month’s reviews.  

Patting the bag fondly, cooing at it as if it were your firstborn, you shed your jacket, your shoulder emitting an alarming creaking noise. 

“You’re home.”

Jimin’s voice called from the living room.

“I’m so sorry baby, I told you about my colleague.” You were deeply sorry for Jimin, he had been an angel all week long, helping you with the housekeeping, sending you food, making sure that the assistant of your team took special care of you. He had sent you coffee on monday night, when you told him you would be out late. He had gifted you and your team energising packages on Tuesday, sending a small note of encouragement -- truly, an angel. Wednesday you had come home to your favourite Japanese snacks and a hot bath, his hands working at the knots on your neck as you vented about how unfortunate it was to lose the expense manager of your team exactly during budget review. Thursday he sent you flowers at work, which had you crying in the restroom for about fifteen minutes during your coffee/lunch/toilet break. And Friday night, he’d cuddled you on the sofa, pressing kisses to your head after you selfishly fell asleep five minutes into your movie night. 

All you wanted to do was reward him with the suck of his life. God, you dreamt of it with your eyes wide open, and seeing him sitting on the sofa as he uncrossed his legs made you physically ache with the need to sink to your knees, crawl between his thighs and let him take everything he wanted. 

Your overall conditions, however, made you doubt you could even remotely carry your intentions through. Your hair was a mess, your ankles were so swollen they probably looked like sausages, your hands were borderline arthritic with all the typing and your eyes were burning red after the excessive staring at your computer screen. The loud pop of your neck reminded you the sound your shoulder had emitted earlier. You didn’t even feel attractive. 

“Hey, baby.” He opened his arms, inviting you in his hold. “It’s okay. You’re home now.” You sat on his thigh and he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your temple. “I’m here.” 

“I didn’t even finish it all, Jimin.” You felt like crying. 

“Better than not even starting at all.” He encouraged you, rubbing his hand down your spine. “I know you want to finish the report by Monday so you’ll have time to revise and correct it, but take it easy, love.” He took your chin in his fingertips. “Do it for me, buttercup.”

You snuggled closer to his chest, taking in the sweet vanilla and talc scent of his bodywash. “Are you hungry, sweetcheeks?” He asked you fondly, caressing your hair. 

You nodded tiredly on his shoulder. 

“You’ve got me, baby. Why don’t you go take a shower while I cook you some dinner?” He suggested, trying to meet your eyes, caressing your cheek like you were made of the most delicate porcelain. 

Again you nodded wordlessly. 

“How about I make you those noodles you love? And I got dumplings on my way back from that place at the corner that you love so much.”

You felt your soul leaving your body. Sooner or later you’ll put a ring on that lovely hand of his. 

“I love you,” was all you could muster in that moment, kissing his lips gingerly.

“Me too, buttercup. Now get yourself a shower. You need to shed your work skin.” He left a butterfly kiss on the tip of your nose, patting your ass to invite you up. Twenty minutes later you were sitting in the kitchen, listening to the news while you both ate silently. 

You didn’t feel like talking and Jimin didn’t feel like asking for your attention. Acts of service were pouring out of him like second nature, attentive to your every need, and you were absolutely not blind to them. What you wished you could give…

Jimin didn’t expect anything in return. He just wanted this to be over. He just wanted for it to be Wednesday, to see you walk in at six p.m., still relatively strong and responsive, and have one normal night with you. Possibly have you awake enough to ride him before you fell asleep. That’s all he wanted. 

You had the good heart to help him do the dishes, yawning every now and then, bubbles sticking to your face when you tried to cover your mouth. 

“Go to bed baby, we can watch something in our room.” Jimin nuzzled into you tenderly. 

“Wanna try and stay up with you.” You leaned into him. “I can sleep in tomorrow morning.”

“You sure?” He was happy you still tried to spend your time with him before crashing. Maybe he could treat you right.

Done with the dishes, he shared the bathroom sink with you as you both brushed your teeth, then he headed to bed, switching on his laptop and looking for something he felt like watching together. 

You climbed into bed silently, crawling cutely and settling at his side. When you noticed the laptop perched on his legs, you frowned a little. 

“Jiminie...” You whined, your voice breathy as your fingertips touched his belly, enjoying the taut skin there. 

“Princess, no. You’re tired. Don’t start something that you cannot finish.” His voice was tender and worried.

“Please. You’ve been so good to me.” You pleaded. 

“Princess, darling, you’re exhausted.” Jimin stopped your fingers in their downward path. “I don’t need you like this.”

Still you tried to move the computer away, laying half on top of him. “Tell me you don’t want me and maybe I’ll believe you.”

Your body felt heavy already, however you ground your hips against his, your hand palming him through his pajama pants.

“Lay on your back, princess, take off your panties, can you?” His tone was now authoritative, but still warm and caring.

You responded immediately, flipping on your back and lifting your hips as he helped you roll your knickers off. 

“My good girl.” He cooed, pressing himself up against your hand without insistence. At the same time he placed his palm against your pubic bone, his middle finger bending along your shape, the tip just shy of your entrance. “Nice and wet for me.” He tongued your lips almost imperceptibly trying to capture your sounds as he slipped his finger inside. “So good.”

You moaned his name on his smiling lips, pressing harder both your hips into his fingers and your palm into his crotch. “Need you, Jiminie--”

“I’m here.” He teased his way up and down yor slit, his middle finger undulating against the underside of your clit, making your hips inch forward. “Stay with me, princess, please.”

Your eyes closed gently, eyelids fluttering, muttering a soft ‘yes’ as your hand turned limp in his lap. You tried keeping up, opening your eyes wide, Jimin’s desperate little huffs and wails ended in a deep sigh as you turned unresponsive. He wasn’t even upset about it, he just hoped he could get laid. He turned around, heading to the bathroom to wash his hands, thinking whether he should finish himself, but deciding to keep all the pent-up pressure for the following morning. 

He had warned you not to start something you could not finish, and you had promptly disobeyed. He might not act on it now, but you had a lesson to learn. ‘Tomorrow’ he promised himself, and with a disappointed exhale he came back to bed, angling himself away from you, not before placing a tender kiss on the crown of your head. 

The following morning you woke up to the bathroom door creaking open. Jimin was freshly awake, shirtless, yawning, stilling at the foot of the bed, noticing your eyes barely open. 

“Morning, princess.” He whispered, just in case you were still asleep, not to disturb you. 

“Jiminie.” You whined, stretching on his side of the bed, grinding your hips against his spot. 

Still trying to understand what was going on, he came closer to you, kissing behind your ear. “Looking for me, princess?”

You nodded sleepily in the pillows, inhaling his soothing scent. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there, love.”

“You’re here now.” You searched for his hand, bringing it to your breast, the touch relaxing. 

“Do you wanna sleep some more, princess? It’s just nine a.m.” He refrained from touching you.

“How long did I sleep? Last night we finished dining at like, roughly ten. Then we got in bed and--” The previous evening reemerged from your memory, now feeling fully awake as you remembered how you’d been trying to occupy yourself with his crotch. 

He giggled. “You crashed at ten thirty. And yes, you were totally trying to get it on.” He stopped. “After I explicitly told you not to.” God, his voice was dead serious. 

Fuck sweet morning lovemaking, you needed him to smash you till you became one with the bedsheet. “I’m sorry.” You murmured, very quietly. 

“I was very upset, love.” Jimin recounted, licking up your neck. “And you did something after I told you not to, princess. You know what happens now.”

“I know, Jimin.” You replied, aware of the consequences. And very, very happy to be awake, even though you were only vaguely aware of what your disobedience had cost you. How he intended to make you pay. 

“Are you in for this, princess?” Jimin needed you to agree formally. Consent. Always. 

“Yes, Jimin. I want it.” You replied from below him, still pressed to the mattress. 

“Hands behind your back, princess. We don’t want you starting things you can’t finish.” He bit your neck harshly. 

“I’m sorry, sir.” You apologised, knowing that you still would pay for your mistake.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m taking care of myself this time.” He huffed, straddling your thighs, keeping the side of your face pressed against the pillow. “And you fell asleep on me.” You felt him sliding against your ass, his length tapping the skin there. “Maybe you don’t like me touching you, uh? Do you like sir touching you?”

“Yes, sir. I love it when you touch me. You know exactly what to do. How to do it. No one knows me better than you do.” You praised him, hoping to relieve your punishment a little and picking up the title he had suggested you to address him.

“Last night it didn’t look like that.” His left hand grabbed your shoulder, lifting your torso up, while his right palm slid before your lips, slipping in your mouth. “Make it wet for me.”

You started bobbing your head, lapping your tongue around his fingers, licking his palm lewdly. 

“That’s it, my dirty, naughty girl.” He pushed four fingers in your mouth, laying them flat against your tongue. “Wet my hand for my cock.” 

Your forearms stayed crossed on your upper back, even though every single cell of your body was begging you to reach for him, offer him that good suck and telling him he can cum wherever he wants, fuck your throat raw for all that you care, you just need him to stretch your cunt and give you that limb-numbing orgasm you’ve been craving all week.

In the meanwhile he took his hand away from your shoulder, using it to drag the tip of his erection against your ass. “Hope you’re feeling patient today, princess.” 

You nodded on his fingers, letting your saliva drip down on them. 

“Are those wet enough, princess?” He asked, and again you shook your head affirmatively. 

He took them from you mouth, some wetness dripping on your back. “Take off your shirt.” You tried doing so, fumbling around a little before letting it fall somewhere beside the bed. 

“I think you didn’t wet my hand properly, princess.” His voice had a growl in it that screamed nothing but bad intentions. Half a second later you felt his hand slithering between your thighs. “Let’s see if at least your cunt can wet me properly.”

He was just provoking you and you knew it. He was just looking for excuses to rile you up. Of course no, you would not point it out. That would be disrespectful. And cost you another punishment. Right in that moment you lost your train of thought, his touch heading straight for the heat of your insides. “That’s a lovely wet pussy, princess.” He leaned towards your ear. “Such a shame you’ve been keeping it from me all week.” He straightened up again. “You liking my fingers inside you, ____?”

You moaned his name in confirmation. 

“But last night you didn’t like them enough. I think they’re of better use on myself.” He snickered before exiting you and letting his weight settle on your thighs. “Wanna taste how wet I’m making you?” He teased. “Need me to remind you how wet I can make you? How good I can make it for you?”

“I know you’re the best, Jimin.” You whined. What you would give to even look at him…

“Who’s the best, baby?” He asked again, his hand starting to move on his hard girth. 

“You are, sir.” You cried out, pushing your ass up in hope he would brush against you. 

“Bum down, princess. This is not for you.” His voice grew breathy. “I’m so riled up love, wish you could see.” He offered. 

“Let me, sir, please.” You twisted your neck as far as it could go, spotting how his chest swayed, hips rolling, pushing his tip into his awaiting palm. He was riding it slow, you could feel it from the tempo of his muscles flexing against the back of your thighs. 

“Don’t twist your neck, princess, lay down.” he used his spare hand to push you down. “You’re gonna hurt yourself like that.” All that courtesy just to deny you some pleasure. “I’ve never wanted you so much, love. I’m so turned on.” He bent down, pressing his mouth against your neck, moaning dirty and messy so close to your ear, every bit the sweet siren everyone praised him to be. “I feel so tense. It’s so thick for you.” He said, making sure that the tip of his tongue brushed against the shell of your ear in the process, then breathing out, the contrast between his hot tongue and cold breath making you shiver. 

“Let me feel it, please, please, sir, I need it.” You were ready to beg, to offer him every prayer and praise. 

“Here, baby.” He brushed his lenght where the cheeks of your ass meet. “Is it good enough to keep you awake? To make you come back home early next Wednesday?” He asked, poison in his words. 

“I’m so sorry Jimin, I’ll be so good for you, take all of it for you.”

“Do you think you deserve it?” His hand was now feverishly moving along his length, pumping and squeezing on his way up. 

“I’ll do anything.” You had no dignity left. He could have you just like that.

“Will you come back early to take my cock when all this mess at work is over?”

“Fuck work, I’ll stay home and do nothing but take your cock, Jimin, I’m sorry.” You felt tears welling up in your eyes. 

“Such a liar.” He moved away from your neck, his hips now rising regularly in a trot as he moved towards his climax. “You love me only for my cock.” He spat angrily. “You’re nothing but work and sex, work and sex.” He suddenly moved away from you, forcing your legs open and sitting in the middle of them, entering you in one harsh stroke, grabbing hold of your waist and moving you in synch with his hips. 

“Jimin, god, I love you, I’m so sorry.”

“Shut up and take it, ____.” He groaned, his grip vicious, his hips ruthless. 

The stretch felt delicious, his size perfectly made for you, hitting you right where you needed. If only he were touching you there. However, you didn’t even have the time to ask, his loud growl coming right as he spilled inside you, pushing into you in three desperate thrusts. 

“That’s so good, baby, so gooood.” You felt his head fall between your shoulder blades, your mouth opened in a silent lament. 

You let yourself spill only one single tear. You deserved your punishment. You deserved feeling bad for how you had neglected him all week. He deserved to take everything he needed from you. 

Your boyfriend was still moaning and whining against your nape. “That feels so good.” He was still pulsating inside you, your inner walls so aware of every single movement, still waiting for their release. “So perfect.” You gave him a small clench, waiting for his reaction. The sweet babbling came immediately, the sound heavenly and absolutely profane. 

“Took me so well.” He caressed your hair with his clean hand, pushing your loose strands aside, exposing your blushing cheek — and the wet streak your tear had left there. 

Jimin panicked immediately. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Questions pouring out of his mouth. 

You shook your head. “Just the tension.” You pushed yourself into him, looking for support and protection. 

“How can I make it better, my love?” Jimin stroked his other hand along your side, soothing you, but also staying burrowed deep inside you. 

“I wanna feel you in my mouth. I need to suck you so bad.”

He smiled, nuzzling his nose into our hair. “That’s so selfless of you, my sweet babyface.”

He slipped out of you delicately, cupping your sex with a featherlike touch. With some complex maneuver you found each other side by side. “Lay on your back, love.” He encouraged you, leading you away from the pillows, towards the middle of the bed. “Stay still, princess. I’ve got you.” And with that he turned upside down, his knees straddling your face while his head laid against your hipbone. 

“Do you need to adjust anything? Need a pillow, want to swap places?” He asked, making sure you were comfortable.

“This it perfect, Jimin. But I need these off.” You commented, pushing at his underwear. He helped you take it off, his legs twisting, his hips dangling dangerously in front of your face. You needed patience. Finally off, you moaned: “So sexy,” and to confirm your statement you took his tip in your mouth, the colour too inviting to be resisted. All his length was a hot bubblegum pink, his blood vessels tinting his skin with a vibrant, luscious shade, the glans glistening, flushed red, delicious like a midsummer cherry. 

Jimin groaned and exhaled a shaky breath, busying himself with your clit, using the pad of his thumb to rub it and press on it, but soon he was distracted by the way his cum was dripping out of you. Swiftly his fingers collected the precious liquid and slid it back into your heat, fucking it with his knuckles deep into you. His lips started teasing the crest of your hips, the peak of your sex, the puffy labia and your inner thighs, where he delivered teethmarks and lovebites profusely, much to your joy. 

"Do you want me to make you cum?" He asked, his voice shaky for the way you were taking him deep in your mouth, his tip reaching the back of your throat quite comfortably. He loved it. From the way you pushed your hips against him he understood that was a very big, non-verbal yes. Dragging his pout against your clit, he blew cold air on your drenched skin, the sound slightly hilarious, but the whole situation didn’t make you laugh one small bit, the sensation making your toes curl. 

Letting him out of your mouth, you took a deep breath and asked him permission to use your hands. Permission accorded. You smiled for him, kissing the skin under his cock, where it met his balls, sucking it gently, making him groan so sexily you wished you had recorded the sound, your palm and fingers working all the sensitive spots you knew like the back of your hand. 

“Let me hear you, princess.” He asked, his cheek brushing the top of your thigh, looking at your cunt like he wanted to learn every small detail, staring at the strings of wetness that connected his fingers to your entrance. 

“Jimin, please let me cum.” You murmured. “I want you to make me cum with your mouth and then fuck me till I’m a mess for you.” You tried to convince him by leaving a wet kiss at his base again, teasing it between your teeth and the tip of your mouth. 

“Keep doing that. Am I hard enough for you, baby?” He asked, pushing into your palm. 

You released his skin and babbled into him. “Can’t wait to have you inside, it was torture feeling you leave earlier.”

“Tell me what to do. Need you to cum quick.” He asked, waiting for your directions, but also placing his mouth on your mound. 

“Hook your fingers,” you instructed, immediately feeling the difference, his inner stimulation pressing the nerve endings of your clit right between his fingertips inside and the flat of his tongue. “Just like that, baby, so good.”

He picked up his pace enthusiastically, encouraged by your compliments. God, he must really love being down there…

“Keep going, baby, that’s it. Get me ready to take all of you.” You murmured quietly. “Do you want me Jiminie?”

He released you with a smack of his lips, “Need you baby.” He whined before kissing your cunt. 

“Then take it home, baby boy.” You encouraged him, groping his ass and teasing his abs with your mouth. 

He moaned out appreciatively and started sucking between your labia, his fingers so harsh they felt like a punishment. Two minutes top and you were completely done, hips arching up towards him and then down, away from his devilish touch. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. I love it baby. I love you so much, Jiminie, that’s my boy. That’s my man.”

He took his mouth away, his fingers still scissoring inside you, drawing circles against your g-spot. “I love you too, princess. I need inside, ____.”

He rolled on his side and you sat up, caressing his blushing cheek, combing his damp hair back. 

“Want you to ride me, princess. Please.” He said through a pout. 

You smiled down at him, at his sweet, glistening lips, at his barely open eyes, his lithe, sinuous torso, and finally at his pink, beautiful cock. You turned around and piled the pillows, preparing him some support. “Lay on the pillows, baby.”

He smiled brightly and turned around, propping himself against the headboard. 

You turned around for him, straddling him and kissed his mouth chastely, devotedly. “You comfy, baby boy?”

“Yes, ____.” He caressed your face, cupping it and you basked in his affection. 

“Tell me what you want, Jimin.” You swayed your hips against his length.

“Make love to me, princess. I need you.” He said on your lips, keeping you close. “Please.”

“Everything you want, my baby.” You reassured him, getting him inside you. “Is it good, my love?”

He moaned as you started rocking on him. “Yes, princess.”

“Good. Can you feel how deep I’m making love to you, Jimin?”

He nodded briefly, closing his eyes.

“Do you feel loved, baby boy?” You rode him gently, keeping eye contact and parting only slightly from his mouth, your forehead on his.

He moaned, pressing up against you. 

“Do you think I’m in it only for your cock?” You teased, calling him out on his previous accusations. “Do you think I only need you for the sex?”

You brushed your nose against his. “No, miss.” He whispered. 

“I love you, Jimin. Do you love me?” You picked up your pace, now riding him in earnest. 

“You know I do. I love you so much, princess.” He confessed, his voice shaky. 

“Want me to finish this, baby boy?” You asked, one of your hands heading south, scratching down his stomach. 

“Please, I need to cum inside you.” He begged.

You snickered. “Didn’t you do that just twenty minutes ago, more or less? Can’t have enough of me, baby boy.” You provoked him. 

“Never, ____.” He looked in your eyes meaningfully. 

“Here we go, baby boy.” You kissed him once more and your hand at your crotch started teasing your abused clit, already tingling from the previous stimulation. Your inner muscles squeezing him, you felt him starting to pulse, his lovely little moans and whimpers giving you all you needed to turn your fingers to a reckless pace, falling into him, finally climaxing hard and coming apart. His arms held you closer to him, pressing your chest against his, then farther apart as his face disappeared between your breasts, kissing there, giving you everything you needed. His breathing grew irregular, your name coming from his lips like a prayer, his movements like a tide until he stilled, head dropping back, hips arching upwards, into you as he finally spilled inside. 

You bent to lick his stretched neck. “I love you, Jimin.”

“I love you too, ____.” He held you close, comfortably inside you, holding on to every precious moment with you.

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holy shit k I am so ridiculously desperate to hear more about the tiny steeb/big bucky au because that’s my fuckin jam !!! size difference ftw

😍😍😍 I’m going to use this as a way to answer a few Asks in one if you don’t mind!

I received this Ask today and another nonnie sent in this—“Idk but that p0rn rec just had me thinking about tiny Steeb and big Bucky— i think it was the bigger guy being submissive n soft is what got me and I was immediately reminded of ur big sweet boy who may be beefy af but fuckin whipped for his tiny bf…”

And yes I had the same thoughts! Steve would love to do something like this and Bucky would melt for it. Steve has such pretty fingers, meant for gentleness and broad strokes and delicately handling charcoal, but they feel so goddamn good around Bucky’s cock.

This is one of Steve’s favorites, just slowly jacking Bucky off, lesser body somehow draped over Bucky’s burlier one, mouth casually dripping with encouragement and filth. Bucky lets out the prettiest noises when he comes but these slow and close and simple times produce the softest noises.

These two love mutual masturbation. They love it when Steve sits in Bucky’s lap, love it when they’re lounging around on the couch, when they’re laying in bed on a Sunday night. Bucky is the one that has to wrap them up in one big bear paw though. Steve’s hands aren’t big enough.

Steve doesn’t like to be called small by anyone…but sometimes he craves it from Bucky. Sometimes he wants to be Bear’s little dolly, wants Bucky to talk about how delicate he is, how handsome he is, wants to feel Buck all over. Sometimes he wants to be opened up real slow, wants to sit in Bucky’s lap and ride him achingly slow while the brunette’s mouth runs, big hands sweeping up Stevie’s back.

I also received this Ask— “do you have any thoughts on lil old steve screwing the hell out of his bucky bear?” Of course I do, bug.

I personally feel like Steve is right at that perfect height to fuck Bucky standing while Bear is bent over the edge of the bed. It’s the perfect height for him to rub Bucky out, to get him comfy even bent in half, to get on his knees behind him and get his mouth at that pretty hole.

Steve loves eating ass, prayers up, and Bucky just goes so silly for it, cross-eyed and everything. Steve’s lips are fat and his tongue is eager and he goes at it with vigor and focus, a vocal lover, until Bucky’s damn near boneless in the sheets.

He’d stand behind Bucky, much smaller form feeling so very large, would kiss up Bucky’s back, would sink in real slow as he listened to Bucky whine, watched his fingers curl into the sheets.

He’d probably get up on his tippy toes to hit the right angle but anything for Bucky Bear.

And Steve just…just lays into Bucky. He always gives it to Bucky like no one can, gives it to him hard, deep strokes and sweet hands, so much attention it’s incredibly overwhelming in such a blissful way.

Steve Rogers’ mouth his filthy and gorgeous and it’s always the reason Bucky ends up reaching his orgasm. The encouragement is other-worldly, Steve willing to talk about all the things that Bucky thinks about but is too embarrassed to say out loud.

(“Gosh, Buck wish you could see what I see, wish you could see this pretty pink and the way it opens up all for me. That stretch is sweet isn’t it, Bear? S’a good stretch right there, god.”)

Extras:

Bucky gives Steve piggyback rides all the time, especially when Steve has had a little too much to drink.

Bucky’s blush is somethin’ fierce when Steve sends flowers to his work as a surprise.

Shower sex with Bucky just holding Steve in his arms as he fucks him into the slippery tile like he weighs nothin’, mouth on his jaw, Steve holding on for dear life.

Naps where Bucky lays on his back on the couch and Steve lays right on top of him, face tucked into a burly neck, fingers curling into the soft hair on the nape of Bucky’s neck.

Eskimo kisses.

Bucky’s head in Steve’s lap so he can get his hair played with by those graceful and capable fingers.

Thank you, nonnies! I love you all dearly and I hope you enjoy my answer. 😘😘😘

#askK