#i’m a scared shy little fucking loser take it or leave it

[dope-hat]

love it when i’m insecure so i portray a persona and everyone thinks i’m something or someone i’m not because i’m good at acting and then somebody gets to know the Real Me and they’re confused and disappointed and i’m faced with the fact that i am actually so deeply flawed and insane. love that!

#someone pls tell me how to stop acting bc idk who i even am anymore #where does the fake version of me end and the real me begin? #like no i’m not confident and i get so scared of intimacy even though i act like i love it #because i have a very good understanding of what people want and i just want to be desirable and wanted #but then when someone actually wants me i freeze up and it’s so stupid but this is who i am #i’m a scared shy little fucking loser take it or leave it #(maybe they’re right about me being a manipulator) #i just really hate myself and i need so badly to be a different person than who i really am because i fucking hate him #bitchin an complainin ⛧ #shut up i’m talking ⛧ #bpd ⛧

[aajjks]

BC!JK

you watch your diary burn turning from it’s pastel pink to a burnt black with tears in your eyes. you wish you were strong enough to slap some sense into him or maybe punch him in his smirking face but you can’t. you’re so scared and weak.

very weak.

“i hate you” you mumble under your breath and before jungkook could say anything, here comes danielle to your rescue. “leave her alone or i’m telling the principle” danielle says with a glare and jungkook glares back. he isn’t scared of your little friend, he isn’t scared of anybody not even the principle.

he runs this school so why should he be nervous about the principle? he’s already been suspended before and even that didn’t stop him but he can tell your little ‘friend’ won’t back down unless he does.

so to spare you out of whatever kindness that is left in his heart, he walks away proudly smirking and sadly hurting while danielle goes to pull you in for a hug.

“are you okay, y/n? did he hurt you?”

“n-no but” you cry “he burned my journal and-and they know about my crush on eunwoo! what if *sniffle* what if they tell him that i like him?”

“isn’t that a good thing?”

“NO!!! eunwoo is our senior. he doesn’t like me! gahhh this is so embarrassing” you cry in your hands as danielle tries to soothe you.

“if it makes you feel any better i’ll buy another journal for you? but this time it’ll have a locket” danielle jokes and it does make you laugh. she’s always been corny and you adore that about danielle.

“thanks danny, you’re so helpful” you say in a sarcastic tone which causes her to laugh too. “c’mon, the bell’s gonna ring any minute now”

although you aren’t feeling the best, you still try to wear a smile on your face. you attend your classes, take your notes, and cutely push up your spectacles when you’re really focused.

first it was mathematics, then literature, english, history, and finally your favorite elective creative arts.

you unfortunately share this class with that bastard jungkook but he never shows up and is often skipping classes doing who knows what and you don’t care but everything can’t always go your way.

“oh, mr. jeon glad you could FINALLY make time for the art class you never attend. have a seat please and ask one of your classmates to help you catch up”

and guess who that person is?

“You. Yn. Help me catch up With the class.” he says as he sits beside you because you don’t really have a partner, of course.

You are so lonely. He sets his bag on the other side, and he makes sure that he’s comfortable, and Jungkook doesn’t waste a moment to look at you and he’s waiting for you to respond.

And while he’s doing that he focuses on your face, you’re so simple. No make up just glasses and neat hair, he doesn’t really know what it is about you thats got him so infatuated with you? You are very quiet and sensitive.

It almost makes him want to protect you, but.. you just have to make him so angry. And he kind of regrets hurting your feelings like that but he doesn’t really regret burning that fucking diary of yours.

“Come on loser, are you deaf or what? Help me catch up.” he rolls his eyes, manspreading. He pretends to glare at you so he can just look at your face with more focus.

You sigh so innocently and just pick up your pencil and ask him to pay attention to the book that you have opened on your table.

Your mannerisms are so cute.

And of course he’s not focusing on the book.

“No visual. I just want you to tell me with your mouth.” He smirks. “Let’s use that mouth to some good use yeah? Or is it only good for crying or whining?” He laughs, the attention of the class on him suddenly but when the professor scolds him, he just stops.

And you start to tell him it’s got something about to do with production, boring. He’s not even interested in production. But it’s good to see you talk to him like that so casually.. but it is also really cute how you avoid eye contact with him, it’s like you’re almost shy.

Maybe you are.

“Hmm… boring. Give me your number.”

#ask: bc!jk

[dahliasanddimples]

Day 33 and I’m just so over it! I’m so over thinking about you and worrying about and checking up on you.

I know this was the best for both of us. I really do. Bc now I have a routine of the gym or eating healthy, spending a little bit more money, but a healthy ish routine none the less. I really feel like it’s good for you too. Bc now you can meet other women and realize I really was the rare bitch lol and I mean on top of that, also, that maybe you can step it up and offer more than what you’re doing now. Which is nothing. I just can’t believe you wouldn’t even walk me to my car. All while there’s men out there who will not only walk me to my car but will OPEN MY CAR DOOR, make sure I get in and just omg. Like leave their car on just to walk me to my car. Not just park on the side like get out and walk me. Like woah. LIKE WOAH. Men with ambition. With passion. Whatever. You ain’t shit and have nothing to offer yet you wanna be treated like a king? Like HIM? Barely baby. BARELY. I get it you had your fifteen minutes but really it was never a thing for me. Like I actually never fucking cared. Who are you as a person. There are other famous people out there who have more to offer and not just money but personality, thoughtfulness. All of it. And if you didn’t have that, what WOULD you have? If you didn’t have that what could you offer.

I realize you have major FOMO and it stems from highschool. You missed out on parties bc you weren’t allowed to party in highschool but let it go. Have higher ambitions. It’s always the ones who feel they missed out in highschool who always end up being a loser.

I do know it’s the best. For the both of us. I had to get back up my routine, I had to see what was out there. And you had to get it together. You were too comfortable with me. And I let you get that way and I let it slide.

I need a romantic. a confident romantic. Like knows that he’s the shit romantic you know. Like not scared to be a full on romantic. On some suave shit. Not like some shy guy who’s like oh here are some flowers toes pointed to each other. No. Like knock on my door, look at me up and down and hand me my flowers. Grab me kiss me hold me like YES. Not like oh wanna hang out? No like pick me tf up and take me on a mf date!! On some cute shit! I wanna get dressed up. Go to a candle lit music dinner all of it. Be cute and shit. Confidently cute. HIM. Suave. Sure of himself and sure of me.

Day 33 and I wanna focus less on you and more on me.

[holylulusworld]

Crush at first sight (1)

Title: Crush at first sight (1)

Written for @spnabobingo​​​​: High School AU

Summary: You are new to town. New to being in love.

Rating: Teen

Ship: Young Alpha!Dean Winchester x Young Omega!Reader

Characters: Lisa Braeden

Warnings: angst, harassing, bullying, a/b/o, fluff, protective Dean, cocky/flirty Dean, awful parents, shitty mother, mentions of cheating and abandonment, both are 18 in this story

A/N: This is an AU. There is no supernatural out there.

A/N2: Part 1/3

Words: 1,4 k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

2021 SPN A/B/O BINGO masterlist

Being new to town feels odd. Being at a new high school, even worse. You stand in front of strangers and the teacher forces you to tell them about yourself.

What shall you tell them? That your mom ran for the hills with some guy half her age. That your dad moved out of town with you in tow to get away from the noisy neighbors and the people knowing about your mother’s affair? That you are scared to start over in a new town, with new classmates. That you only had one good friend at your old place. Now you lost her too.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you mumble instead, eyes glued to the wall opposite your position. You don’t want to stare at the people in the room, afraid one of them might get pissed. “I moved to town with my dad.”

“What do we do with new classmates?” the teacher chirps. “Come on. I want you to give Y/N a warm welcome. She needs to feel welcome.” She presses on, and you can hear the people groan and complain.

“It’s fine, miss,” whispering the words you pray she will just drop it and leave you be. “I’m a stranger to them. Can’t I just sit down?”

“Welcome, loser,” a girl sneers, making most of the boys’ chuckle. Alright, that’s the one you should not piss of then. “You look like your dad bought your clothes at Walmart.”

“Lisa,” the teacher tuts. “What did I tell you about harassing other girls or betas. I will talk to the dean if you don’t stop. We do not tolerate bullying in this classroom!”

“It’s actually from Tory Burch. My dad bought it in New York for me while he was on a business trip last month,” you lift your gaze off of the wall to glare at Lisa. “Why should I be ashamed to wear clothes my dad bought for me at Walmart? He would mean well and care for me either way,” you quip.

“No one asked you, bitch,” Lisa spats at you. “You’re still a loser.”

“That is enough,” you gasp when a tall alpha jumps up from his chair to defend you. “Can you just stop bitching around all the time? We all have enough of your attitude. You are not the queen of fucking England, Lis. Leave the girl alone. My pants are from Walmart too. Do you want to harass me now?”

“Dean? What? I would never—” she shrinks into herself, whining in distress as the alpha steps past her seat to hold out his hand for you. “DEAN!”

“Hi, the name’s Dean, sweetheart,” he flashes you a bright smile, emerald eyes sparkling as you place your trembling hand into his warm palm. “The spot next to me is still free. I guess you got lucky. You can have it if you want to.”

“O-kay,” you reluctantly let Dean guide you toward the desk next to his place, not missing Lisa and some other girls snarl in your direction. 

After classes, Dean waits for you. “How about I drive you home?” he offers, giving you a cocky smirk. “You know, it’s my duty to get to know all the new and sweet girls coming to town.”

“I’m not sweet,” Dean chuckles at your comment, but sticks around, nonetheless. “Thank you for earlier.” You sniffle. “I’m a little shy when it comes to finding friends.”

“We kids wearing cheap clothes should stick together,” he gives you a wink, making your cheeks heat up. “Lisa is, well Lisa. She’s got a stick up to her ass only as her aunt sends her fancy clothes she doesn’t wear any longer.”

“How do you know I lied?” you wonder aloud as he takes your bag, shrugging. “I shouldn’t have lied, but she made me mad. Dad lost his job after my mom left us and now…”

“Sweetheart, the times are hard. It’s only my dad, me, and my little brother Sammy. We are alone most of the time and have barely enough money to buy food. You don’t have to explain shit to me,” nodding you give Dean a soft smile. “I work after school at Bobby’s place to make extra cash to feed me and my brother.”

“I guess, now that my dad is the only one with an income, I should look for a job too. Maybe I can ask around town,” you hum to yourself. “Do you know anyone hiring?”

“You’re a lucky one, huh? Bobby said a few days ago that he’s looking for help with his papers and crap. Can you type?” Dean walks next to you when you turn to leave the room. “He pays well and is a cool guy. I like him more than my dad sometimes.”

“Yes! And I’m good at mathematics and stuff,” you fall into light conversation with Dean as he guides you through the hallways of the school. “Maybe he’ll hire me. That would be great.”

“I’ll ask him this afternoon. How about I pick you up before work and introduce you to the old geezer.”

“Why are you so nice?” whispering the words you steal glances at the alpha. “You don’t even know me.”

“I recognize someone in need, Y/N. You are just like me. Your parents fucked their marriage up. Your father is not available, and you are left to clean their mess,” he explains. 

“That's not the case. My dad worked his ass off to meet my mother’s expectations. She spent his money on expensive clothes, her beauty, and shit. One day, she decided a younger guy makes her look better,” you sniff, wiping your eyes as you stop right in front of the door. “She left in the middle of the night without looking back.”

“I’m sorry,” Dean holds the door open for you, watches you step out of school. “My mom died when I was barely four. Sammy was still a baby. Dad didn’t take it well. He’s traveling through the country to sell crap to people. My father barely is at home, and if he’s home, he’s not there—” the alpha gives you a sad smile. “I guess you know what I mean.”

“Yeah,” nodding you look at Dean. “It hit my dad hard that mom left us. She didn’t even call for my birthday. It’s been almost a year now. We lost our house, and I had to move thousands of miles away from the only friend I had at my old school.”

“You got a new friend now,” Dean slings his arm around your shoulders to guide you toward his car. “Look, that’s my baby.”

“Oh, that’s a 1967er Impala, right?” you run toward the car to look it all over. “She’s so pretty, and in good shape! Damn.”

“I got a knack for cars, you know. Y/N, be honest with me,” he smirks when you slide your hand over the roof of his car. “Baby is the prettiest car you ever saw, right?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty Dean. It’s the perfect car for you. So cool and still, nice,” you nod at the kind alpha.

“Alright. Get in, and I’ll drive you home.”

“Thank you,” you smile when Dean opens the door for you before he puts your bag in the backseat. 

“How long do you live here, Dean?” you ask as he drives along the street. Your eyes follow the small houses and the white picket fences as they fly by. Lawrence is a sleepy little town to you. Unlike New York, it’s almost silent.

“All my life,” Dean softly replies. “Never made it out of town so far.” He huffs. “One day, I’ll leave this shitty town. I’ll make sure my baby brother makes it to the university and open my own business.”

“Cool plan,” nodding Dean glances at you before he focuses on the street. “I had plans too before my mom left with all the money my dad spared. Now I must rethink my plans and just—”

“Take the chance life gives you,” you chuckle at Dean’s words. It almost sounded poetic to you. “I mean it, sweetheart. Without your mother being a heartless bitch, you would’ve never met me.”

“True,” this time he chuckles as you scoot a little close to sniff in his direction. “I never met a cocky and sweet alpha like you before, Dean Winchester.”

“I knew you’ll fall for me the moment you entered the classroom,” he smirks now, loving he made you laugh. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I will watch your back. Just stick to my side and no one will bug you. Lisa must learn she cannot bully other girls.”

“Thank you, again. I can never pay you back for your kindness…”

“Marry me one day and we are golden, sweetheart,” Dean gives you a wink. “You’re going to be a pretty bride…”

>> Part 2

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#spnabobingo #dean winchester #young!dean x young!reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #a/b/o #dean winchester x you #young!dean #Crush at first sight

[alreadyblondenow]

Box of crayons

“We were just two kids back then, but now we have two kids.”

Pairing: Jaehyun x female!reader Genre: SMUT, FLUFF, angst if you squint, childhood friends to lovers, growing up au, college au, to being married. WC: 3,522k Warnings: mentions of getting bullied during kindergarten, alcohol consumption on a college party, getting drunk, swearing, spitting, oral sex: male and female receiving, slight cum play, overstimulation, fingering, cream pie, unprotected sex, switching positions, smut scene is kind of long. A/N: I just want to post something.

Meant to be. You and Jaehyun are meant to be. But not as lovers, at least not yet. For now, you believe that you and Jaehyun are meant to be best friends.

It all started when you saw him starring at his blank paper, close to tears while other kids are teasing him for not having a box of crayons. You came in bolting and scaring those kids with your wrath and told Jaehyun, “stop being such a loser,” and shared with him your box of crayons.

On the next day, you forgot your colors at home and you felt like such a loser because everyone was busy drawing and coloring their works while you’re stuck with this great idea in your mind for your artwork.

“Stop being such a loser,” Jaehyun said and sat beside you to share his box of colors with you this time.

That was the day you learned, at a very young age, that boxes of crayons that has a hundred colors are meant to be shared. You and Jaehyun became friends starting that day and your friendship became like a box of crayons that you’re willing to share with each other.

As long as you both have some colors left on your box, you’re willing to share and got each other’s back.

Your friendship grew and grew during kindergarten, grade school, and high school. Until your families acknowledged your friendship and thought that maybe someday you’ll end up together. On top of that, you and Jaehyun grew up together and watch each other achieve different kinds of great things. May it be through sports, academics, or your hobbies.

“Hey loser,” you sat beside him during lunch break and distract him from doing his assignment.

“Hey yourself” he smirked and continued writing.

It was a busy day in school, the student body organization was busy the whole week because of prom. And to be honest, you are too, you were busy with your dress and you were busy looking for the perfect tie for Jaehyun. And now, you’re just waiting for him to pop the question and finally ask you to prom, which he will because you’re best friend right? So that made you very excited and giddy.

“What do you think of Yeri?” He asked out of nowhere. Smiling and playing with his pen while waiting for your answer but you already felt nervous.

“Popular- She bullied you when we were kids? Why?” you answered short and cold. And you wonder why the man beside you is smiling like a fool.

“I’m taking her to prom, she said yes. It was yesterday in the library, I talked to her, and went straight to the point. I made her blush like crazy...” he proudly told you the story of how he asked someone else to prom but your ears started ringing and you can't hear anything he says already. Turns out when you were busy looking for the perfect tie for him yesterday, he was busy asking the girl he likes to prom.

Everything shifted after prom, you and Jaehyun stopped talking to each other but he was too busy with his new girlfriend to notice that.

Graduation came and summer took place, you and Jaehyun are going to the same college but now you’re not sure if he still wanted the same thing because rumors are he and Yeri are so in love that they will go to the same college. It's useless to reach out if life will eventually separate you and Jaehyun might as well accept it.

As you enter college and made great new friends, you forgot about Jaehyun and focus on your studies during freshman year. But during the start of your sophomore year and while you were at the library to borrow a few books you bumped into him and were forced to catch up and had coffee for old times sake. He paid for the drinks and snacks, obviously, he was happy to see you but you looked uninterested.

And when he noticed that he’s probably taking too much of your time, he finally started a conversation. “I transferred just this semester and I was actually looking forward to seeing you. How are you?”

“Great- look I have to study and I can’t be out this long, uhm...” you started to gather your stuff and ramble. “Maybe some other time Jae,” you said and left with a fake smile. You almost feel bad about what you did but he can’t just waltz back into your life like he didn’t forget about you the moment he had a girlfriend. Now ex-girlfriend.

And as your college years continue, a catch-up never happened again. Although he tried so many times to take you out, but you always refuse and avoid him with all your might whenever you see him around the campus. He was so consistent with bringing you back to his life but you just don’t care anymore because truth be told you were hurt when he left you. Maybe this is revenge? Maybe not? But one thing is for sure, you got hurt and you hated him for it.

Now that you’re in your senior and everything is very stressful, you decided to go to this party with your friends and you were so unlucky that Jaehyun was there with his set of friends, busy playing beer pong and being loud as fuck. Of course he saw you and it halted his moves, he wanted to come say hi to you or hand you a drink but you will for sure pretend that he is invisible so he didn’t.

The party was fun. Thankfully, there were a lot of snacks and overflowing alcoholic beverages as well as non-alcoholic beverages. And because you suck at drinking games, you were downing tequilas and vodkas the whole night and that’s how you got batshit drunk that Jaehyun found you on the bathroom inside the empty tub, sleeping like a baby with a red cup in your hand.

He knew right then and there that he is responsible for you.

“Y/n, it’s Jae. Can you walk?” he asked while patting your head softly. But you can’t talk right now, so you just shook your head ‘no’ and reached for him. You knew that it’s him and you can hear him perfectly but your brain is not working right and the room can’t stop spinning. And you can’t believe you’re saying this but you’re happy that he’s here to take care of you.

You had this same feeling when you forgot your crayons back then and he came to rescue you from your little situation. He’s the same Jaehyun after all.

He offered to drive you back to your dorm which you accepted without any argument, you could’ve thanked him if only you can talk properly. He was so concerned to you that he cleared the backseat of his car and let you lie there comfortably with his jacket covering your legs. And when he brought you to your dorm safely and in one piece, he can't just leave you sleeping with your dirty clothes and helped you clean yourself with closed eyes. Everything was a challenge for him, especially when he had to close his eyes before he removes your blouse, pants, unclasp your bra and make you wear something comfortable to sleep.

Jaehyun then pats your head softly and told you “I’ll get going then, good night” before he leaves and thankfully, you were quick to stop him and you had enough energy to tell him to stay. He smiled so big and felt so happy that he wanted to scream and jump around your room. But he controlled himself and removed his shoes before he lies beside you in your comfortable bed.

To his shock, you swing your arms around him and pulled him closer to you for a tight embrace that he eventually returned. Caressing your back as he melts to your embrace and enjoys the happiness that he’s feeling right now.

“I’m sorry,” he started and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you. Never hurt me again like that, Jaehyun I swear-“

“Shhh. I will never do that to you again,” he said and hummed a song oh so softly until you fall asleep together and meet in each other’s dreams.

Just as you thought that your friendship will never come back, it did and this time it came back with love. But even though that this time love is around to make you two stick together, you never admitted your feelings to each other. You just let your actions do the talking. From him holding your hand during a scary Netflix movie, to you holding his hand while he drives. It was a simple and comfortable ‘relationship’ and you wish he would make it official.

But during a beautiful rainy day when you and Jaehyun decided to stay at your place and enjoy the cold bed weather together instead of going to the movies... everything suddenly fell into place.  

“Mmm. Feels good” Jaehyun moaned as you concentrate on lining the face mask on his face properly. You’re sitting comfortably on top of him, your legs placed on both of his sides, while he’s leaning on your headboard with closed eyes, feeling so relaxed as you pamper him with skincare.

“Stop moaning, my dorm mates might think we're having sex,” you giggle and rake his hair away from his covered face. Holding it nicely as you lean closer to his chest to enjoy the comfort of being on top of him.

“Comfortable?” he asked and placed his hands on your back and made you lean on him completely. He started caressing your back and his soft touches are making you sleepy. You may not know, but he’s very much in love with you and that he will do everything just to keep you this time. He’s just waiting for the perfect time to admit his feelings to you and make everything official.

“Okay times up,” you excitedly said and started removing the face mask. While wiping his clear and handsome face, you see redness on his cheeks and his ears are turning red. You smiled and let out a giggle because that only means Jaehyun is flustered right now.

“Can you blame me? You’re so close to me and you’re literally on top of my dick. Don’t make fun of me if I get hard,” he said with a shy smile. Eyes turning into crescents and his cute dimples are deeper than ever. So instead of making him shy, you decided to make him nervous by grinding on him slowly but with enough pressure to make him in the mood and hard in no time.

His eyes went big when you rolled your hips once. Then it became even bigger when you rolled your hips a few times again which made him tensed up and hold his breath. “Stop it,” he said, but with a smile, that’s so big. He’s completely aware that you’re teasing him.

“But do you really want me to stop?” you said and put more effort into what you’re doing to him. Grinding slowly and deliciously, rolling your head and parting your lips. But the thing is, you’re not acting anymore. Jaehyun does feel so good right now and you’re liking what you started. And now that you’re letting out small moans, Jaehyun came close to you and caught your lips. Holding your head steady and kissing you like how he always wanted to.

“If you don’t stop now, I’ll really, really, really take advantage of this moment,” he said and went back to kissing you. A mixture of happiness and lust and you both feel like your hearts are about to burst because of what's happening right now. Kissing each other while smiling in between, kissing each other even more deeper by every second. It’s like your kisses were saying, ‘i love you’ ‘no, i love you more’. And as you two are busy with your lips, you felt Jaehyun’s hands slip inside your shirt and draw small circles on your skin while kissing as if he wanted you to lift your shirt but he’s just too shy to tell you. So without any warning, you stopped kissing him only to remove your shirt and remove your bra in front of him.

This may not be Jaehyun’s first time seeing a naked girl in front of him, but you sure did make him shy that he avoided looking at you. Flashing those dimples again, and witnessing his ears turn bright red. Brighter than ever. “Stop being shy and touch me,” you command and put your hand on his nape and reached for his other hand to place it on your shoulder. Giving him the freedom to touch you and roam his hand around your body as you continue to grind your clothed pussy on his hard dick.

Soon his hand finally started to move, touching your boobs first and kneading them slowly and carefully until Jaehyun became comfortable and confident to request that you remove your shorts too. Which you did gladly, so now you’re left with only your panties, kissing Jaehyun on the neck and making the man moan and feel good. Lifting his shirt without any hesitation and exposing his very hot body before your eyes and left kisses on it immediately.

Kisses after kisses you made him weak until you reach his sweat pants and pull it down together with his boxers brief so you can plant kisses on his happy trail, lower abdomen, and finally his hard cock. And there it is again, his handsome dimpled smile that shows his shyness. His cock twitched when your cold hands made contact with his cock, pumping it slowly while you watch him close his eyes and roll his head back. He watched you spit on his cock, and slowly put his whole size in your mouth. Gripping the sheets as he loses his mind, gripping the sheets as he breathes in and out heavily, letting out deep groans and making sweet moans.

“Y/n, s-stop. I’m about to cum,” he pleaded but you didn’t stop. Instead, you moved your head even faster, worked with your tongue, and made sure to never let him forget this moment that his whole cock is in your mouth for the first time.

After a few minutes of pleasure, Jaehyun came into your mouth and you witnessed him shaking and moaning on your bed with a satisfied smile. Still, with a sensitive body, you lay on top of him and teased him from cumming so soon. “You’re dead,” he said and smiled so sweetly at you. Encircling his arms around your body and kissing you a couple of times before he changed places with you. Finally, removing your panties and making you spread your legs for him, holding you with utmost care and kissing you with a mixture of love and lust.

If you tortured him earlier with your trail of kisses on his body, now it’s Jaehyun’s turn to torture you with him kissing your inner thighs oh so softly that it sends tingles straight to your spine and making your legs close automatically. “Uh-uh, I endured everything you did to me earlier,” he said, teasing you before he slides his fingers up and down your slit and finally licking it slowly. Spitting on your cunt just how you spit on his dick earlier and started pleasuring you with his hot tongue. Your hand automatically landed on his head, gripping his soft locks as he licks you slowly and torturing you with that damn wet muscle.

And when he finally made you cum and had his sweet revenge, he kissed you all over your body and put his entire weight on top of you. Letting your nipples brush on his chest and his hand soothe your sensitive body.

It was quiet for a moment, and only your heavy breaths can be heard in your room besides the air conditioning. He nibbles your earlobes and spreads kisses on your neck while slightly grinding his hard cock on your very wet pussy, waiting for you to calm down so he can finally fuck you.

“I was planning to take you out on a proper date first before we go to this stage. You just have to be so impatient, huh?” he shook his head in disbelief and kissed your lips again before he pulls away, putting both his hands on the sides of your head. His cock was very hard that you almost thought it wouldn’t fit, “Don’t worry you’re so wet. It will slide in easily” he said before he told you to line his cock so he can finally push in.

Slowly he stretches you out, rolling his head back and so are his eyes, while you on the other hand grip your boobs knead them as you feel Jaehyun’s cock slide in and out. “Jaehyun, deeper-“ you requested and let out a moan that made him gave in to your request. He adjusts your position, folded your knee before he spreads you open, thrusting deeper than before that his lower abdomen touches yours. Losing your mind whenever you take a peek at the motion of his hips while fucks you, Jaehyun was so hot as he moves his waist and kept his eyes only to you, this time he’s the one making you feel so shy.

“You like it this way? Deep and slow?" you only nod, “Wanna go another round after this?” you smiled and nod again, “Do you love me?”

And then he started thrusting faster and harder that your body was dragged on the mattress, and your boobs are bouncing up and down because of his hard thrust. Jaehyun came close to you for a kiss, still waiting for your answer. Although he knew already that you do love him by the way you kiss him, still he needed to hear it from you. “I want to hear it Y/n,” Jaehyun pleaded again and hold on to your waist tightly as he fucks you harder than before.

“I do Jae- fuck, slow down. Almost there” you croaked but its too late, Jaehyun’s thumb is on your clit, ready to torture you again and make you cum for the second time tonight.

Locking your legs around his waist as you enjoy your high and oversensitivity, you didn’t expect that you’d ask for more and beg for more the moment you hit your high that Jaehyun got more excited that he almost forgot to pull out. And when he did, he came on your pussy lips, watching his cum paint your wet folds and throbbing cunt. Of course the man above you isn’t satisfied with all the torture he did tonight, so he slides his fingers on your cunt, playing with his own cum and finger fucked you to give you another mind blowing orgasm.

The eventful bed weather ended with you and Jaehyun cuddling in your bed with his hands on your thigh and you’re wearing nothing but his black shirt and a pair of panties while he stays handsome and so irresistible in his boxers briefs.

“I promise to love you,” he whispered to you while drawing small and soft circles on your thighs, his eyes never left yours. “I promise to stay even though you’re so stubborn,” he added which made you giggle and happy.

FIVE YEARS LATER

During a very quiet night where Jaehyun’s hands are intertwined with yours and his embrace was tighter than ever because he was really tired from work, Jaehyun was having a cute dream. He dreamt about how you saved him from the bullies back when you were only innocent kids. He was smiling through his dream until he hears a cry. A cry of an infant and opened his eyes immediately. You stopped him from getting up and told him, “I got it Jae, go sleep. You’ve been up the whole day,”

Jaehyun has become a great provider for your small family now. And he was working hard to the bone that he barely gets enough sleep during weekdays. “Thank you,” murmured and closed his hands again. And after you put your babies to sleep again and went back to Jaehyun’s embrace, Jaehyun was deep in his sleep that he’s sleep talking and murmuring sweet nothings, the kind where you only hear whenever you have slow sex.  

“We were just two kids back then, but now we have two kids. I will buy them boxes of boxes of crayons so bullies will never touch them,”

You giggle and pulled him closer. Hoping that he will ramble more because he’s so cute right now. “I love you,” you said, you weren’t expecting something in return but he responded.

“I just realized I never thanked you for sharing your crayons with me back then, thank you” he said and opened his eyes and went on top of you to kiss you sincerely. His wife. “I love you”  

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[yanderenightmare]

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PUNISHMENTS

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goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, abuse, anxiety, blood, guilt, mind control, NONCON/DUBCON, self-harm, slavery, starvation, isolation, torture, violence

BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

Her fear is much too satisfying to ever feel the need to actually hurt her. He’s still a sadist, don’t get me wrong, however laying off the physical pain and preying on the emotional side of things. 

I can take and do whatever I fucking want with you, whenever I want, and you can do nothing to stop me, Pumpkin.

However, his temper will always get the best of him despite him constantly fighting against it. The sad truth is, he doesn’t want to hurt her, he really doesn’t, but a lack of self-control is something that will always burden Katsuki. Where ignoring his building frustrations only get the best of him in the end. 

Do you think I want to hurt you?! Well, I don’t! I fucking hate it!

He will stick to threatening for the most part, discouraging bad behavior as it arises. Seemingly unaffected by most of it, given his paramount strength in contrast to his darling, he manages to ignore most of her transgressions and settle for simply ridiculing her pathetic efforts, and doing so with perverted delight. His cock growing heavy and warm at the feel of her meek struggles. In short words: refusal will be met with salacious mockery. 

Watcha gonna do about it, princess? 

You’re such a crybaby! 

I’d think again, if I were you, sweetheart. 

So cute, so hopelessly adorable, good thing you’re all mine.

Words will set him off faster than actions. Tell him she hates him, she’ll soon be preaching otherwise, his cock pounding her into a silly hot wet cross-eyed mess, feeling foolish for ever even humoring the idea of retaliating. 

What the fuck did you just say, slut? Say that again, I beg you. You’ll regret it, bitch.

Katsuki’s tolerance for unwanted behavior all depends on his mood. Sometimes he’s in a nasty mood, where he might just steer his darling into making a bad decision only to give him an excuse to punish her. These will be light punishments, sexual more times than most. He’ll have her bent over his lap, slapping the bare soft plump flesh of her ass again and again until she’s convincing enough in her apology. 

Who owns this ass? Say my name! That’s right, you freak. Mine.

However, other times the smallest thing can set him off, and certainly not in any good way. He’ll be fuming, flames licking up and about his arms, crackles of hellbent fire mingling with his maniacal cackles. She’ll be lucky to come out with minor burns. 

Time to learn your fucking lesson. Time for you to understand who here’s in charge.

However, the times where he’s silent, those times where he’s tired and fed up, those are the times she should really fear. Where he’ll be taunting like some haunting ghost, playing with her, perhaps opening the locked outer-door only to find satisfaction in hunting her down and dragging her back to do it all over again. 

I’ll give you a reason to cry. 

Continue to scream, and I’ll do it again.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

Dabi doesn’t ever need to punish his darling too severely because his presence is an intimidating enough detergent on its own, encouraging her to stay away from doing anything too reckless. He looks like the onset of death, it’s only logical for her to think he might be as well. 

Waddya look so scared for, Doll? I haven’t even done anything yet.

However, he won’t shy away from making it clear who’s in charge, something of which he’ll do from the get-go. But again, the fact is in-mistakeable whence he’s large and lanky form towers over her, smiling that crooked grin that have his skin stretching in stiches and staples. Leathery fingers brushing over sensitive areas, cyan eyes intently watching her every move. 

That’s right, Babygirl, you know your place. Don’t make me remind you.

Besides he’ll sprinkle a couple path-keeping scares here and there, as in: he’ll correct behavior while she’s committing the crime and prove how idiotic her reluctance really is. Seeing how he’s much larger and much stronger than her, fighting truly is futile. He’ll make it clear she’s being foolish, lacing his words with condescension as he scolds her as though she were a child, while making her bounce up and down the length of his cock. 

Silly little doll, thinks she has an actual fighting chance. You’re adorable, Pumpkin.

For the most part he’ll just ignore when she refuses him or fights him, it’s not like her pathetic struggles can do anything to stop him. In fact, he quite enjoys it in some malicious sadistic sense. How her delicious little wiggles have trembles running pleasantly up his spine, nestling somewhere in the bulging tip of his cock. 

You’re so cute, begging like anything could get you out of this.

In some ways he’ll actually encourage misbehavior. Leaving her just enough freewill, just enough room to fight back, constantly egging her on and provoking her to retaliate either physically or verbally. 

Babydoll, so feisty today. Try that again, why dontcha?

As far as punishments actually go, they’ll never leave out the element of pleasure. Spanking is always fun, hearing her scream his name over and over until it leaves her wet lips like a broken cry. Whilst gifting as well as reprimanding her with thumbprint scorch-mark hearts never gets old either. 

Such a crybaby. Come one, cry some more for me, Angel.

Dabi is not the one to snap. He’s very calm, collected, reserved, calculating. Therefore, when his darling crosses the line, as in escapes, he’ll have punishments instore for her, punishments containing of her on her knees sucking his dick like her life is on the line, however… he’ll never go any farther. His darling is precious, he can’t have her getting damaged beyond repair. 

Let’s get you home, where you belong, Buttercup.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

Tomura will try to avoid threats and punishments altogether, knowing how his guilt will ultimately defeat the purpose of correcting his darling’s behavior. He wants to be happy when with his darling, and nothing but happy, but that won’t be possible if he serves as a constant reminder of dread to his darling with the display of fear ever so prominent and gut-wrenching in her eyes. 

Don’t look so scared when I’m around. I won’t hurt you.

However, that doesn’t mean he’ll resist his carnal desires. He will resist in hurting her when she tries to fend him off, but he’ll still bury his dick deep inside her and hold her down as he starts rocking his hips sharply into the underside of her thighs, the slap of skin on skin echoing in his barren room. 

You feel so good… just relax, I’ll make you feel good too.

He’ll lie more often than not as opposed to spouting threats. Promises upon promises, all bound to break. All in an effort to calm his darling down or to build some unstable trust in their relationship. 

I’m not gonna hurt you. 

You’re safe here.

He gets more annoyed than actually mad, her efforts mediocre against his lanky slender fingers wrapped tightly around her wrists. Giving mere half-hearted vocal corrections as he keeps her still for his cock to abuse. 

Give up already. 

Stop fighting. 

You’re only wasting your energy.

But… he walks on constant eggshells. He will try to ignore her unwanted retaliation to the best of his capability and reel in the reigns of his temper, but he’s prone to snap at some point, knowing there lies a dormant yearning to touch her in more vile ways than one. 

Careful now, don’t tempt me.

He’ll try to the very best of his efforts to be soft and understanding, not realizing before it’s too late that his actions only aided in watering the seeds of his darker desires, soon to be blooming with all hell breaking loose. 

I’m a monster? Who’s fucking fault is that?

He’s easily vexed. He doesn’t enjoy her crying and will try to make it stop immediately. Screaming is even worse, piercing his ears making him scratch at his neck frantically. 

Stop, stop, stop, stop, STOP! Stop, or I’ll give you a reason to cry.

But, the worst is when she runs. He’ll keep her locked in his room for the most part, but sometimes she’ll manage to sneak away and get lost in her attempt to find her way out of the compound he’s situated her in. He doesn’t enjoy any part of it. Running after her in empty rundown hallways like some monster in a horror-game. Catching her and hugging her close, dragging her back into his cold dark dreary room. 

Don’t even look at the door. I don’t want to feel like you’re trying to run away from me again. 

Wherever you go, I will find you, and bring you back… even if I have to drag you by your hair.

He’s a sore loser as well. He’s basically a child and will throw a temper tantrum when she beats him in a videogame. This will call for punishment, however he won’t call it that, he’ll call it another game, a game he knows she’s got no chance of winning. 

You think you can beat me? 

I’ll show you who’s boss.

SHINSO HITOSHI

Here’s one that rarely feels a need to punish his darling, mostly because he finds her struggles absolutely adorable when she’s trying to fend off either his mind-control or his scarf. 

How precious, Kitty thinks she has a choice. 

You’re so cute when you’re struggling.

But, she can choose to look at it as a punishment when he ties every inch of her body up in tight rope and spreads her thighs so far apart she doesn’t even have room to tremble when he slides his cockhead up and down the slick of the velvety folds on her exposed pussy. 

You’re such a pretty little thing, tied up like that, Kitten.

He will threaten her though, if only to see her squirm in discomfort beneath him. See her lips quiver as her mind reels upon his words, her eyes spiraling in complete chaos, not knowing what to expect. 

Pussy on a platter, where should I start? I love playing with my food.

Not much can actually anger him, but silence, cold-dreaded pin-drop deafening silence that racks at his mind, that can really bring out the eerie viciousness dwelling inside him. 

Kitty, I asked you a question. If you know what’s good for you, you better answer. 

Remember the last time you didn’t listen to me?

His lessons leaving her psyche crumbling in their wake. Fucked completely silly, his words rummaging through her mind, ordering her to cum again and again and again and one more time for master. 

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re begging for me to take control. 

Let me show you what happens to little kittens who don’t follow the rules.

True punishments will lack all forms of fun, coming in the form of utter solitude. He knows how ferally and how painfully deep loneliness bites. He’ll leave her alone for days if not weeks in complete abandonment, starving her at times, simply waiting for as long as it takes before she comes crawling back to him. 

You must be truly desperate to come to me for comfort, Kitten. I was beginning to think you were incapable of learning.

Saying the wrong thing will also set him off, even more so than silence. He loves noise. She can call him anything, yell and scream and cry until her lungs feel like they’re bleeding, and he won’t mind, but… call him a villain… don’t be surprised when he acts like one. 

People warned you about me, didn’t they? Calling me a villain. Should’ve listened… look where you are now.

She never even saw it coming, him and his large hands, how easily they could bruise and choke and scar when truly motivated. 

What? You thought you were gonna get away with that? Think again.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

Keigo deals out punishment as he sees fit. He’ll punish the crime when it’s being committed. Crimes ranging from ignoring him to saying the wrong thing to saying the right thing with the wrong attitude. But when the punishment is dealt, he’ll forget the whole ordeal ever happened, never dwelling on the past, never holding a grudge and always, constantly talking about the future. 

I really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? You’re so pretty when you smile. 

I love you, Dove. Just let me love you and perhaps you’ll learn how to love me too someday.

He will grow frustrated and impatient though, and that aggression will bubble up and escape his grip on it at times. But, he’ll yell more than anything, yell and cry and kiss and lick and slobber all over her, pinning her wrists to her sides and hugging her with his massive wings, suffocating her in crimson. 

Say you love me. Would that be so hard? I just need you to say you love me. Just pretend, only for a little while. Please, Dove.

He’ll humor other forms of making her more lenient. He’ll wash her hair, message her, carry or fly her places, even though she recoils back and flinches with every touch his calloused fingertips adorn her silky-smooth body with. 

Maybe branding you will help.

He has this theory that sex will bring them closer and excuses his advances with this belief each time she starts sobbing when he pries her legs open to plant his sloppy warm worming tongue between them. 

I can make you feel so good, Dove, you just gotta let me. 

Don't be so difficult, I'm doing this for you!

His real violent nature lies dormant however. It’ll only come out when she crosses the line of trying to leave him. His wings will turn razor-sharp and she’ll catch herself in the heat of her regret, missing the time he would wrap them around her ever so softly and cry into her chest. Now, he’s baring his teeth, feathers coming to slice through her skin as a punishment of a million cuts. 

What’s wrong with you!? 

Don’t you dare fucking try it, you know you can’t outrun me.

He’ll feel really bad afterwards, cleaning every wound, embalming them with cooling salves, kiss and apologize for each and every one, but on the inside, he can feel the crawling feeling of contentment linger. Seeing her so catatonically compliant is refreshing and such a well-needed break form the exhaustion of fighting all the time. 

I’m so sorry, Angel. I love you so much. You know that, right?

She barely flinches when he decides to get in the bath with her, and when he comes to message the anxiety from out of her back he can feel the slight shift of her leaning into the touch. His protective mode fades as he holds her close, and the pure earth-shattering woeful relief comes wafting over the residue of his fear of losing her, leaving him in a fit of rather ugly sobbing. 

Nothing. Without you, Angel, I’m nothing.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

Izuku acts oblivious to undesired behavior and retaliation. He will very much be aware of it all, yet he believes making her feel safe is paramount. So, he’ll forgive all her nasty words, and respect her wish to keep the intimacy to a minimum. In fact, the only time he sees her completely naked is in the bath, where he actually lets her do most of her own washing. 

You’re safe here, Darling.

Other than that, he’ll coo and explain as much as he sees fit when she asks her bitter questions, however… there will always be the slight irking presence of self-righteous condescension. 

Cruel, terrible people live out there, Sweetie, people who want to hurt you. 

You’re lucky I’m so nice. Anyone else would’ve taken advantage of you and done something horrible, by now.

Although Izuku is a patient guy, he can easily see when something isn’t progressing. Good thing he has plenty of methods to make things go his way. While making her feel safe was plan A, Plan B is not as forgiving. If a soft touch isn’t to her liking, then perhaps a firm touch is what she needs. 

I know it hurts, Honey, but that’s what happens when you don’t do as I say.

She’ll wake up with her wrists and ankles tied snuggly together, face in the pillow and her exposed tender tight little pussy raised to the high skies, all for Izuku to touch and feel and suck on. 

Be good for me, Baby. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again, now would we?

He’ll be cooing her all the while when she cries out for him to stop, as well as landing a sharp painful blood-curdling smack against the plump dome of ass nudged up and pressing against his throbbing cock. 

I think this is what we needed, Baby, for both of us to be reminded of who’s in charge.

He’s far from ever causing her any real pain though, settling for claiming her tight little hole again and again until she eventually understands where she belongs and who she belongs with, or to. 

That’s right, Honey. I love you, you don't need anything or anyone but me.

He will eerily threaten her when finding her doing something not to his liking. For example: picking at the locks on her handcuffs when he leaves the room. 

What do you think you’re doing, Sweetie? 

Give up, Honey. 

I’m gonna count to three, Sweetheart.

However, with the sheer strength and adept abilities Izuku is in possession of, he can never truly feel threatened by his darling, and a fear of her leaving fades more and more when he proves time and time again how very impossible it is for her to ever manage such a thing. He’s good at assuring himself she’ll never leave, and therefor he should only spend time making those good memories instead of those foul ones. 

No need to be scared, Sweetie. I’m gonna take good care of you, like I always do.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

Kai is larger than life when it comes to threats. He puts all his assets into making them clear. Godly golden orbs and hellishly black pupils staring menacingly down into her swirling glossy puppy-dog eyes. Fingers digging manicured talons into her soft and tender cheeks, the feeling of buzzing on his fingertips, threatening to dissolve what found beneath them. Words spoken like the eerie calm found in the massive dark of fog-strewn forests. 

I shouldn’t have to repeat myself, Darling. Say you’re sorry, and perhaps I’ll forgive you.

Kai will threaten and promise his darling a life of pain is she ever to disobey him, however… he’s all bark and no bite, never having the heart to follow through on his promises. Not after seeing how sorry she is. Seeing the look of utter tearful fear in her eyes, he cannot help but think that there can be no harm in forgiving her. 

You’re the only person I’d make an exception for. 

Count yourself lucky. I won’t be as forgiving next time you decide to misbehave.

He soon comes to the conclusion, or comforts himself with the thought, that due to his darlings chaotic and clumsy nature, she’s in fact incapable of following his restrictions. 

Such a clumsy mess you are, Darling. Unable to follow the simplest of commands.

Besides, he’s come to find her forgetfulness quite endearing, understanding or choosing to believe that she doesn’t disobey to spite him. If anything, it’s a constant reminder of how in need she is of his protection. 

Such a hopeless fragile little thing. How grateful you must be to have me to protect you from your own mishaps.

Chisaki will threaten first of all, biting his own tongue when the time comes to follow through on said threats after never seeing a proper lasting change in obedience in his darling’s behavior. He always tells himself that her actions should be reprimanded sooner rather than later, but those large eyes and that frail body he uses to warm himself each night has a way of strumming his heartstrings. 

Please don’t do anything to upset me, Darling. The mess wouldn’t be good for either of us.

He does have his limits though. She crosses the line when she ends up hurting herself with her clumsiness. Tripping when running away from him, falling out the window when trying to escape, cutting herself when throwing broken shards of glass his way, getting dirt and all sorts of bacteria to infect her wounds. 

Look what you’ve done now, Darling.

He figures his quirk is the only safe measure there is to correct his darling’s behavior. Safe to pull her apart and safe to put her back together again, and again and again and again with little sympathy battling his fascination. 

Run, cry, scream; you’re simply dancing in the palm of my hand. You only have yourself to blame.

TODOROKO SHOTO

Shoto doesn’t view his darling as something to control, at least not on a regular basis. And because of this, he doesn’t see punishment, in its term, as something he has a right to exert on his darling when she fights back. He doesn’t view himself as a master correcting his pet. Admiring her efforts over feeling vexation because of them. 

So much life in you, little one.

Freewill and passion he’ll put no chains on, but pain, however, is no unfamiliar pastime for his darling nonetheless. Shoto views pain as a pleasure, as a luxury, as a lifeline. 

Don’t think of it as a punishment, Snowflake, it’s more a lesson of appreciation. You’ll thank me later, I’m sure.

When his darling is being particularly impossible, he’ll blame himself over her, knowing how it’s his fault that he can’t properly please her. Figuring more of his attention and care is in order of need, something of which he will happily oblige her with. 

Is my little blizzard feeling lonely?

He’ll have her over his lap in no time, exchanging what fingers on what hand he uses when tickling the soft sensitive spot found between her thighs, going from hot to cold and steamy and feverish. 

Is this what you wanted, Snowball? All you needed is ask. I’ll give you what you need.

But, during their more unorthodox sessions, Shoto is strict. He has to be, in order to give them both what they supposedly need. Shoto believes his darling needs his firm hand as much as his soft touch, she needs balance, whereas he needs someone to apply his balance to. 

Be a good little firecracker for me and hold still.

However, he still doesn’t view it as punishment per se. He believes his darling is asking for the applied pain when disobeying his commands, therefore the pain is something she wants more of, something she’s begging for. 

Don’t move, Crystal. 

My little snowstorm, I told you. Don’t move…

He can get angry however. Not by words, knowing how many times he screamed at his father in the fit of his rage, never genuinely meaning any of the spiteful words he’d say, he knows his darling doesn’t mean anything by them either. 

It’s okay, Wildfire. You’re just frustrated. Let me help you.

But escape… escape is a fragile topic and any attempts on achieving it will be met with stone-cold nonchalant wrath. Safe to say she won’t ever try leaving him again, not if she wants more of those irredeemable frostbite burns across her soft skin. 

You think you know pain? I’ll make you long for something as sweet as pain.

Shoto doesn’t easily forgive. He doesn’t easily forget. He doesn’t easily cope at all in any healthy way. And he definitely doesn’t easily trust after being betrayed. He might just do something brash in his strive to feel comfortable again, or else the prickling feeling of uncertainty will linger about beneath his skin. Paranoia is a better word for it. 

You think you can just up and leave? Think again, Snowball. 

You’re not going anywhere. Nowhere without me. I’ll have you crippled before that happens. Mark my words, Icicle.

His flexibility regarding the amount of freewill his darling possessed will change drastically after his trust is broken. Chains are a great reassurance he’s come to find, and if she ever finds a way out of those as well… bones will break. 

I didn’t want this, Snowfall, but… I must say… you do look your best when you’re at my mercy.

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[fruitcoops]

Eve, I LOVE binging your masterlist. I was wondering if I could request a short lil story where someone reminds Jules that since Remus + Sirius got married, then Sirius and Reg are his brothers now too and Jules gets really excited about having TWO more older brothers after Coops' wedding? If not, totally fine!! Have a great year!!

Part 2 of the Coops Wedding series! It’s finally here after my computer was possessed and deleted the first version--this one is just over 4k words, so I hope that makes up for the delay! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

Preparations II Part 1

Remus had never been much of a dancer—despite his speed on the ice, he had two left feet and only the barest hint of rhythm. However, dancing at his wedding was a different story.

Sirius twirled him in a small circle, smiling from ear-to-ear as their friends and family spun around them to the beat blasting through the speakers. They still had three hours until sunset, and Remus was planning on spending every second of it with Sirius’ hand in his own. He pulled him in for another kiss—our tenth today? Twentieth? One hundredth? Who cares—and pulled away with a laugh as Jules and Katie bumped into the backs of his thighs.

“Watch it!” he called, ruffling Jules’ hair as they passed in a dramatic tango. Katie shrieked with giggles as Dumo swept her into his arms, spinning her around with a broad smile. Hope took Jules’ hands while Phil Collins began to sing about love, happiness, and everything Remus was already holding in his arms.

“Hey!” Sirius said over the music, giving Remus a squeeze.

“What?”

“I love you!”

“I hope so!” Remus laughed, spinning Sirius under his arm before reeling him in to bump their noses. “Not bad for a wedding we planned in six weeks, eh?”

Sirius shook his head, grinning. “We were engaged for ten months. How did we put that off for so long?”

“Because we’re busy all the fucking time.”

“We’re not going to be busy for three whole months,” Sirius said giddily as he picked Remus up a few inches with ease. He paused for a moment, scanning his face as if he was trying to memorize it.

“What’re you thinking about?” The were close enough that Remus hardly had to raise his voice above a murmur.

“We get to do this every day for the rest of our lives.”

His words hit Remus like a semitruck of affection and tears prickled his eyes as he leaned down for a kiss; Sirius set him down to kiss him properly, hands gently bracketing his jaw. “You are the most incredible person,” Remus said against his lips. “How the hell did I get so lucky?”

“I could ask you the same.” Sirius smiled and rested their foreheads together. “Come on, I think Celeste wants to cut the cake soon.”

Remus looked over at the folding table on the other side of the dance floor and stifled a laugh; Celeste, in her pretty blue party dress, was adjusting the cake by millimeters and glanced at her watch every few seconds, as if she was afraid people were going to leave. “I’m dying to know what she eventually decided on for the flavors.”

Sirius hummed his agreement and pulled Remus along by the hand—they didn’t even have to say anything before the rest of the small crowd followed them and gathered around the table. “Wait, wait, wait!” Celeste gasped, taking her phone out of Dumo’s pocket. After a few seconds of quiet, she nodded and centered it on them. “D’accord.”

“Ready?” Remus set his hand on top of Sirius’ and the hilt of the knife, pushing slowly down as it cut through the white frosting in a smooth glide. It was perfectly baked; not a single crumb stuck to the blade as they pulled it out.

“Here we go,” Sirius muttered as they took the first piece out. “Vanilla!”

“Orange, actually,” Celeste said, beaming. “The next layer is chocolate.”

“Celeste.” Remus gave her a tight hug before passing her along to Sirius, who bent down so she could kiss his cheek.

“Merci, maman,” he said quietly. “C’est parfait.”

“Surprise!” She did little jazz hands before handing them two forks from the end of the table. “Oh, this is so exciting. You have to try it, I don’t know if it’s good. I’ve never made an orange cake before.”

“Hurry up, Cap, we’re hungry!” Logan called from the back of the crowd. Sirius pulled a face at him and carefully slid the piece onto a paper plate before linking his elbow with Remus’.

Remus took a forkful of the cake and held it to Sirius’ mouth—just as he went to eat it, Remus scooted it to the side. “Ope, a little to the left, love.”

“Remus.”

“Oh, you almost had it! Not quite that far.” He could hear Jules giggling and grinned, moving it two inches to the right as Sirius tried to get it a third time.

“Remus!”

“What? It’s not my fault you can’t catch a fork!”

Sirius finally grabbed his elbow and held it in place to get the cake into his mouth, narrowing his eyes at Remus. “Only you would be mean to me on our wedding day.”

“I’m not being mean.” Remus kissed his nose. “Just keeping things interesting.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.” Sirius got his own bit of cake and held it up. “Close your eyes, sweetheart.”

The second his eyes shut he regretted his decision, but before he could shout a full paper plate of cake smacked into his face with a splat. Everyone gasped, then burst out laughing as the plate fell back down onto the table. Remus slowly wiped frosting from his eyes, flicking it down onto the grass. “That was mean.”

“That was payback,” Sirius corrected.

“See, I would believe you, except I know you’ve been planning to do that for at least three days.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t do it first,”

“C’mere, you.” Remus reached half-blindly for his tie, pulling him in for a sugary kiss and feeling around with his other hand for the plate. He pulled away and, before Sirius could open his eyes, smushed the leftover cake right onto his forehead.

Sirius licked his lips. “Celeste, the cake is fantastic. Do you think it’ll moisturize?”

She was laughing too hard to respond, but she blew him a kiss in between drying her eyes. Remus took a napkin of his own and wiped his face off, licking as much of it off his hands as he could. “Oh, please don’t wait for us to clean up,” he said, motioning the still-laughing crowd forward. “We’ll be here for a while.”

“Whose fault is that?” Sirius teased.

“Yours!”

They ended up ducking into the kitchen to wash up while Dumo and Celeste passed out slices of cake. “I hope there will be some left over for us,” Sirius said as Remus washed the crumbly frosting from his hair. “From the little I got, it was amazing.”

“Yeah, she nailed the orange flavor.” Remus leaned on the front of the sink, watching people mill around or return to the dance floor for one more song before enjoying their cake. The buzz of their mingled voices dripped with joy and he smiled to himself, soaking in the feeling of his family’s happiness.

Warm arms encircled his waist as Sirius’ chin rested on his shoulder. They said nothing and waited in utter silence until Remus laced their fingers together and headed back out into the summer sunshine.

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An hour later, a dozen mismatched plates of food laid decimated on the folding table with a quarter of a wedding cake left as James headed toward the dance floor alone, clutching a piece of paper. He stopped just in front of Remus and Sirius’ table and winked at them.

“Hey, everyone. If you don’t know me, which I find difficult to believe for a number of reasons, I’m James Potter, the groom’s best friend. Yes, both of them.” He paused for a moment to let the laughter roll through. “However, I didn’t want a fight to break out over who got to have me as their best man—”

“There was no fight,” Remus corrected with a grin. “The loser got you, Pots.”

“And a lucky loser he is,” James shot back playfully before clearing his throat. “I met Sirius Black six and a half years ago, when he was eighteen and awkward. We were both awkward, actually, but he had this uncanny ability to make it look cool while I tripped over my own feet.

“The minute I met Sirius, I knew we were going to be friends. He was quiet, a little shy, and didn’t really know how talk to people. In that way, we were exactly alike.” The laughter was even louder that time and Sirius shook his head. “Ah, who am I kidding. I adopted Sirius as my best friend because I thought it would be hilarious to corrupt him.”

James glanced down at Sirius with a smile. “While I attempted to make an extrovert out of him, I learned several important things: number one, he is the least extroverted person I’ve ever met. Two, he is one of the kindest, funniest people on the planet. And three, my life had been severely lacking without him in it.”

A soft ‘aww’ washed over the group and Remus ran his thumb over Sirius’ knuckles.

James looked back at the other tables as he continued. “Sirius Black is known to most of the world as one of the best hockey players of our time. To me, he’s the dorky little brother I never had, and I am so, so proud of him. I’ve had the privilege of watching him open up, not only to me, but to everyone else on the team that he loves with that big soft heart. When my son was born—you all know my son, right? I think I have a picture here somewhere—”

“No!” half the group shouted as James grinned.

“Just making sure you’re still awake. Anyway, when my son was born, naming Sirius godfather was literally the easiest thing I’ve ever done. I kinda sat back went ‘hmm, who is the first person I can think of to entrust with my child’s life?’ and the only natural decision was the one who is terrified of children.”

“Terrified is a bit of a strong word,” Sirius complained, though his eyes were shining.

“My bad, you’re petrified by children,” James corrected. “But in all seriousness—sorry, couldn’t resist—in all seriousness, I couldn’t think of anyone better suited to the job. I think that tells you everything you need to know about Sirius, actually. Even when he’s scared to death, he goes out of his way to help people when they need it.

“Sirius, however happy you are right now—and you’re basically glowing—I need you to know that it’s one tenth of how happy you have made the people you love.” James’ voice got a little tight and Sirius took an unsteady breath. “You are a natural leader and a great hockey player, but most importantly, you are an outstanding friend. You deserve every good thing coming your way, today and for the rest of your life. As your best man and your best friend, I’ll be there whenever you call.”

Sirius sniffled as James wiped his cheeks dry and turned to Remus. “Loops, take care of my little brother, alright?”

“You got it, Pots,” Remus said, barely above a whisper.

James nodded, then raised his glass of champagne. “To Sirius and Remus, and all the happiness they deserve.”

A loud cry of “cheers!” went up, followed by thunderous applause as Sirius got up and wrapped James in a full-body hug, nearly knocking them both over. They separated after a moment and James stood on his toes to kiss the top of Sirius’ head before they went back to their respective places.

“You okay?” Remus murmured, linking their hands together again.

“Fuck, I knew he was going to make me cry.” Sirius shook his head with a smile and sniffled once again. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

Lily raised an eyebrow as she stood James’ place. “Y’know, Re, I seem to recall you promising me a microphone if I did this.”

“Sorry to disappoint!” Remus called back, feeling a flutter of nerves in his stomach. Lily had refused to share any of her speech with him; when he tried to sneakily grab it once, she shoved it down her shirt and glared until he left the room.

“I’ll get over it.” She rubbed her fingers along the edge of her paper and sighed. “I’ve written and rewritten this speech about a dozen times since Re asked me to do it, but just being here—” She took a moment and blinked back tears. “It’s different. Just ignore me if I cry, okay?

Lily cleared her throat and turned back to the paper. “I met Remus Lupin six and a half years ago, on the same day James met Sirius for the first time. Personally, I think we should make that day a national holiday, since it irrevocably changed the course of both our lives. James found his best friend and little brother, and I found my Remus.

“One of the first things you will notice when you meet Remus is that he is friend shaped.” Several murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd and Lily winked at Remus as he flushed pink. “Told you so. Honestly, Remus is one of those people who just exudes kindness. When I found out I was pregnant, he was the first person I told besides James. I knew Remus would not only keep my secret, but also be there in whatever capacity I needed because he cares. Truly, madly, deeply.”

Lily looked over to them with a soft, fond expression that made Remus’ stomach twist into knots. “In Sirius’ vows, he said you were sunshine through dark clouds, which is quite possibly my favorite descriptor of all time. It’s really sappy and cute, for one thing, but also true. Re, you bring light and warmth wherever you go. As someone who has been on the receiving end of that light, I can tell you that it is absolutely overwhelming in the best way. There are few places I feel safer than around you.

“And now we’re here, where you just married the love of your life.” The first tear slid down Lily’s cheek, dipping into her dimple as Remus’ own tracked down his chin. “God, Re, this is incredible. You two get to be together for the rest of your lives, and the rest of us have the best seat in the house to one of the greatest love stories of this century! I mean, c’mon, how many people can say they’ve made it through everything you did?”

Lily sniffled and raised her glass, though she maintained eye contact with him the whole time. “To Remus and Sirius, who remind us all what it looks like to be in love, even when the whole world tries to stand against you.”

A second ‘cheers’ began, but Remus was already on his feet and crashing into Lily, pulling her close as she clutched the back of his suit jacket. “I love you, Lils,” he choked out. “That was fucking incredible.”

“Love you too, Re.” She pulled back and carefully smudged her hands under her eyes to keep her makeup intact. “Ugh, sorry if I ruined your jacket with the waterworks.”

“You’re in good company.” She kissed each of his cheeks and fluffed the front of his hair up, making them both laugh as she took her seat again and Remus moved past his table with a last look to Sirius.

His mother’s eyes grew shiny with unshed tears as he held his hand out and guided her to the dance floor, where they swayed back and forth as Here Comes the Sun started to play, gentle and smooth. “Oh, you,” Hope managed as the lyrics began and Remus twirled her slowly. “I bet your father’s crying even though he’s not dancing.”

Remus glanced over to their table—as always, she was right. “He is. God, you’re good.”

“That’s what happens when you’ve been married for twenty-seven years,” she said, eyes crinkling. “Someday, that’s going to be you.”

He huffed softly. Don’t cry on mom, don’t cry on mom, don’t cry on mom. “You can’t just say stuff like that. It’s like kicking me while I’m down!”

“Little darlin’, it seems like years since it’s been clear,” she sang with a grin, tapping his nose. “Here comes the sun, dodododo, here comes the sun, and I say…”

“It’s all right,” Remus finished under his breath. The dance was over in an instant and after a thousand years at the same time—all too soon, people were clapping as they made their way back to the tables and Sirius walked over to Celeste.

She covered her mouth with her hands as he offered an arm, then nodded and accompanied him to the dance floor. He whispered something and she laughed, looping her arms around his neck with a bit of a stretch as a French song Remus had never heard came through the speakers and softened their smiles.

They talked quietly as they danced; Celeste was as elegant as ever and Sirius could be quite graceful when he put his mind to it. She traced his cheekbones with her thumbs and he closed his eyes, looking utterly at peace. Remus’ heartstrings tugged at the sight and he rested his chin on his hand, letting the waltz roll over him.

More applause followed their dance as Celeste held him in a tight embrace until a more upbeat song began and couples mobbed the dance floor. Sirius downed half his water in one gulp before sitting down with a heavy sigh, and dropped his forehead onto Remus’ shoulder. “You looked good out there,” Remus said, running a hand through his hair.

“So did you. I can’t feel my feet anymore.”

“I think we’re supposed to dance at our wedding.”

“I’m so hungry.”

Remus groaned; between the endless congratulations and conversations after the ceremony, they had no time to enjoy the assorted dishes people brought. “Same. We should go somewhere after this.”

“Other than home?”

“Home…” Remus trailed his lips to Sirius’ ear. “Is for other plans. Food happens elsewhere.”

“Good plan,” Sirius said, a little breathless as he sat back up and stood with a stretch. “Come on, sweetheart, the dance floor awaits.”

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Thirty minutes after the sun set and Adele’s perfect fairy lights lit up the backyard, the party finally started winding down. Finn had fallen asleep with his head on Leo’s shoulder about ten minutes prior, but nobody had the heart to wake him; as the best dancer of the group, he had been a hot commodity for anyone looking to show off in addition to whirling both his boyfriends around.

Jules stumbled over to Remus and curled up in his lap without warning, snuggling his face into his chest with a jaw-cracking yawn. Regulus came up behind them a moment later, resting his hands on Sirius’ shoulders and scaring the daylights out of him. “Jesus f—frick, Reg!” he yelped, holding a hand over his heart.

“Sorry.” He didn’t look very apologetic as he turned to Remus. “Jules has been asking for you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Remus looked down and brushed the soft bangs from his eyes. “What’s up, buddy?”

“I love you,” Jules mumbled. “You got married. That’s so cool.”

Remus smiled. “It really is. Thanks for being the ring-bearer, by the way. You did a great job.”

Jules made a muffled noise before wrapping his arms around Remus’ waist with a sigh. “Mmkay. G’night.”

“You can’t fall asleep yet!” Remus tickled his side lightly. “We’re almost done, I promise.”

“What time is it?” Jules cracked an eye open and fumbled for his wrist, turning Remus’ hand over to check. “It’s not even ten! Why am I tired?”

“You’ve had a busy day. Do you know where mom and dad are?”

“Still talking.”

Remus surveyed the crowd and quickly spotted them next to the cubs, sipping water and sharing a piece of cake. He stood carefully, making sure Jules was steady on his hip before heading toward the table with Sirius and Regulus in tow. “We’ve got a tired munchkin,” he whispered when they arrived, depositing Jules into the chair next to his mother; within moments, Jules laid his head on the table.

“Love you, Re,” he said as he tucked his arms under his head. “Best big brother.”

“Best of all three?” Logan gasped in mock-surprise.

“Three?” Jules sat up straight and gave him a confused look. It was made extra adorable by the crooked cowlick decorating the whole right side of his head. “I only have one.”

“Now that Remus and Sirius are married, you’ve got two more big brothers,” Logan reminded him. “Regulus and Sirius count.”

“That’s crazy,” Jules yawned, cocking his head at the brothers. “Re is still my favorite, but you’re awesome and I love you, too.”

Regulus made a soft sound and Sirius kissed the top of Jules’ head. “Don’t tell anyone, but you’re my favorite Lupin,” he stage-whispered, laughing as Remus rolled his eyes.

Jules frowned. “You married one of us, and it sure wasn’t me.”

“Alright, second favorite,” Sirius conceded with a grin as the rest of the table laughed.

“Mama, I’m tired.” Jules traced the bead patterns on Hope’s dress.

“Okay, lovey, we can go home soon.” She raised an eyebrow at Remus and he nodded. “Do you want to say some goodbyes first?”

“We’ll see everyone tomorrow. ‘s okay.”

Lyall gathered Jules into his arms, then turned to Remus and pulled him close with a kiss to his forehead. “So proud of you, kiddo.” He looked over at Sirius for a moment. “Take good care of him, eh?”

“Sir, yes sir.” Sirius pressed a kiss to Remus’ temple as they separated, then moved aside for Hope.

She scanned his face for a moment, then touched their foreheads together. “Good luck, baby. Not that you need it, but you deserve it anyway.”

Remus pulled them both back in for a family hug, feeling Jules drape a drowsy arm around the back of his neck. “Thank you so much for being here. It means—it means everything to me.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Lyall whispered. “Now go, you two haven’t eaten anything tonight.”

“Thank you,” both of them breathed at the same time, sending the whole group into a fit of laughter.

They said a few more ‘thank you’s and goodbyes until the other Lions started a loud, incoherent cheer and all but chased them toward Sirius’ car, where a small ‘Just Married’ sign had been stuck on the back window. They were planning on keeping the wedding a secret from the media as long as they could—the reaction would be even more hilarious the longer they waited.

“What if—” Remus broke off into snickering as they pulled out of the Dumais’ driveway. “What if nobody notices?”

“What? That we’re married?” Sirius gave him a disbelieving look. “People are going to figure it out so fast, no matter how many times Pots changes the subject.”

Remus hummed and rested his hand on Sirius’ thigh as he drove, tapping along to the rhythm of the radio; the route was familiar to them both, even after the chaos of the day. A slow, unstoppable smile made his cheeks hurt. “We got married.”

“Damn right, we did.”

“Scuse me for a moment.” Remus rolled down his window and cleared his throat, then leaned out and whooped loud enough that people in the next state would probably be able to hear it. He calmly closed it once more, fighting down a smile. “Sorry, I just had to get that out.”

Sirius slowed and rolled his own window down, sticking his head out into the empty night air. “I got married!” he shouted at the top of his lungs with a wild grin. “I have a husband now! Just thought you should know!”

“Husband,” Remus mused as the car started moving again. “Hmm. I like the sound of that.”

“Me, too.”

[stardusttkachuk]

Santa’s Workshop

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: fluff, swearing,

Summary: JJ picks up a holiday job, working as one of Santa’s elves. He doesn’t expect to meet another elf there, but isn’t disappointed in who he’ll be working with all season.

A/N: This is day 1 of starduststarkey’s 12 days of Christmas. Find other fics in my masterlist

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“You look fucking ridiculous,” John B says as JJ stands in front of the broken full length mirror that JB picked up from a junkyard.

“At least I have a job, asshat.” He fixes his hat on his head, grimacing at the way the tights hug his body. He’s uncomfortable in every place imaginable and is already dreading the 5 hour shift.

“Maybe if you’re a good elf, Santa will bring you a girlfriend this year!” Pope teases.

“You better shut the fuck up before this elf beats you to a pulp,” JJ threatens, fists raised.

Pope laughs. “I don’t think elves are supposed to be getting in fist fights.”

JJ huffs and rolls his eyes. Pope is right. He can’t show up to this job covered in bruises, that would scare the kids even more than he probably already will.

“Will you please drive me?” He asks John B. 

“Maybe you should ask Santa for a car,” John B says, grabbing the keys to the Twinkie.

“Why do you think I even took this job in the first place? Please. I don’t want to be seen in public like this.”

You set your bag in the provided cubby, checking your phone one last time before your scheduled session. When you had signed up to be one of Santa’s elves at the local mall, you were ecstatic. You and your best friend had been doing this for the last two years. But this year, your best friend ditched you for the hot chocolate stand. Really she ditched you for the cute girl who worked at the hot chocolate stand, and now you were stuck working with some kid named JJ Maybank. You crossed your fingers in hopes that he wasn’t some loser like the guy they hired last season.

“Santa arrives in 10 minutes! You better be out there in 5!” Natasha, the showrunner of Santa’s Workshop yells through the improvised locker and changing room. “Where’s your other elf?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. He hasn’t shown up yet.”

“Well when he gets here tell him he’s a dead man if he isn’t here 15 minutes prior to his shift.” She storms out, clipboard in hand. 

The first day is always one of the craziest. Things don’t settle down until a few weeks in. And by the time they do settle down, it’s already the week before Christmas and they get crazy again. 

“Hi. I’m JJ Maybank. I think this is where I’m supposed to be?” You hear someone say, likely talking to the nutcracker that’s posted outside the green room.

“In there. Find Y/N. You’ll know it’s her because she’ll be dressed just like you.”

You roll your eyes. At least he showed up. Ten minutes late but he did make it.

He passes through the curtains, blonde hair a mess under his elf hat. You’ll have to remind him to brush it before he arrives. You have an extra brush in your bag, but you know you won’t have time to make it look perfect.

He spies you easily, strutting towards you. “I’m JJ. Are you Y/N?” 

“That’s me. You’re late, by the way.”

JJ looks at his watch, eyes wide and mouth agape. “I’m five minutes early! That’s the earliest I’ve been for any job!”

“Natasha’s rules state all workshop employees must be present 15 minutes prior to their shift.”

JJ rolls his eyes. “It’s only ten minutes.”

“And if it happens again, you’re a dead man. So you better be here 15 minutes early next time.”

“Okay but why 15? Aren’t we just sitting around those 15 minutes until our shift starts?”

“It’s for costume malfunctions. Like your hair. It needs to be brushed. If you had been here 10 minutes earlier, maybe we would’ve had time to brush it and make it look better.”

“My hair looks fine,” JJ grumbles, though he does attempt to smooth down the ends with his hands. 

You lead him over to the cubby next to yours, gesturing to it. “Put your stuff in here. And that includes your phone.”

JJ places both his phone and wallet into the cubby. He then takes his jacket off and puts it on top of the two valuable items.

“No one is going to steal your stuff, if you’re worried about that. This place is heavily monitored,” you say. “And no one but Santa’s crew is allowed back here anyway.”

JJ is about to speak when an elderly woman with white hair tucked under her hat enters the room. “Looks like Mrs. Claus has arrived,” he jokes.

“That’s Natasha.” You grab JJ’s hand, pulling him out to Santa’s corner before Natasha has a chance to yell at him for his tardiness.

“So what exactly do we do?” JJ whispers, eyeing the line of children and their parents that seems to wrap around the entire display.

“We help the kids from their parents to Santa’s lap and then back out to their parents again. And don’t forget the candy cane before they leave.”

JJ grimaces. “You mean we have to interact with the kids?”

“Yes. Now smile and act like an elf,” you say.

“How do- ohf!” JJ grunts as you elbow him and immediately reach forward for the hand of a little girl.

“Hi! I’m elf Y/N! And this is my friend elf JJ! What’s your name?” You ask in a high pitched voice. 

“I’m Sophie,” she beams. She grasps onto JJ’s hand and you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing at the face he makes. It’s clear he isn’t a fan of kids and you can’t wait to watch him interact with them for the next 30 days.

JJ pulls his booties on over the tights, chuckling to himself as the bells jingle. They jingle every time he walks. He’s grown so used to the sound now though. He’s grown used to looking absolutely ridiculous in his costume. He’s even grown used to the kids, which he thought was impossible.

But the way Y/N smiles when he coos at a baby or holds onto a preschoolers hand has helped him get over his dislike of the kids. He’d do just about anything to see her smile.

“Ready?” John B asks from the doorway, keys looped around his finger.

“Actually a friend is picking me up,” JJ says, grabbing his phone and wallet.

“What friend? You don’t have any friends besides us.”

“Well that’s very rude of you to think. I have plenty of friends. And her name is Y/N. We work together.”

“Work together or sleep together? Or both. Do you guys like, get it on in the costumes?”

“Ew, no,” JJ scoffs.

“Okay, you know elves is somebody's kink,” John B adds, shuddering as he does.

“I didn’t want to know that. I don’t want to think about that.”

“Okay but Y/N… you like her.”

“No. We’re just friends. We’re coworkers. We work the same shift and she offered to give me a ride, okay? Now can you make yourself disappear before she gets here? I don’t want her seeing your face.”

John B pouts. “Why not? I have a very likable face.”

“Just… please?” JJ asks, but it’s too late. 

The beat up Ford truck pulls up in front of the house. JJ knows it’s hers. On days when they work late and it’s dark outside by the time they leave, he walks her to her car. They once spent two extra hours after work sitting in her car and talking. She even gave him a ride home once, but he made her drop him off down the street. It was too risky for her to pull up to his actual house, especially if his dad was home. 

JJ knows John B is in the doorway when he exits the house. He watches as Y/N waves, a courteous smile on her face. JJ walks to the passenger side, hearing the familiar squeak of the old door.

“Who’s that?”

“John B. He’s my best friend.”

“He’s dating Sarah Cameron right?” she asks.

“Yeah. You know Sarah?”

“Everyone on this island knows Sarah,” Y/N laughs. JJ knows she’s not wrong. Everyone did know the Cameron's, especially after the huge scandal that went down last summer. People don’t typically forget about a murder and stealing of millions of dollars worth in gold.

“Right,” JJ laughs nervously. 

You tear your elf hat off as soon as you reach your truck. Today was a hard shift. Multiple crying kids, lines that wrapped all around the mall, parents who didn’t understand the concept of patience and waiting, and then there was the kid that peed on Santa Claus and made everyone wait even longer while Santa went to change. It was a nightmare. 

If it wasn’t for JJ, today would’ve been the day you quit.

But he insisted on stopping for dinner before you dropped him off, so here you were, sitting at a booth across from him, the both of you still clad in your elf costumes.

You probably looked ridiculous but you didn’t care. JJ was your sole focus tonight. He let you vent to him about the craziness of the day and when you weren’t talking he was telling you about the funniest wishes he had overheard while on candy cane duty. 

“All their missing socks?” You laugh, hand covering your mouth.

JJ nods, laughing harder. “He-He couldn’t understand why the dryer monster needed his socks more than him. He even asked if-if monsters were on the naughty list!” JJ bursts out laughing, as do you. If there was one thing that could cheer you up, it was this.

“Kids got a point,” you giggle. “Why does the dryer monster only take one sock and not both? Do you think he only has one leg?”

JJ nods, his smile wide. “Yeah, instead of one eye he’s got one leg.”

Your laughs die down slowly, but you can’t wipe the smile off your face. The smile that was forced all throughout the day was now a real one.

“I’ve missed that smile,” JJ says, reaching his hand across the table.

You blush but take his hand without hesitation, lacing your fingers through his.

JJ nervously clears his throat. “Do you think when this is all over, I can take you on an actual date?”

You’re not sure your smile could get any wider. “I’d like that.”

You both stare at each other for a while longer, before JJ can’t wait anymore. “I’m going to kiss you now,” he says, leaning over the table.

“I’d like that too,” you respond, meeting him halfway.

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Scenario: Shoji, Todoroki and Midoriya protecting their very shy s/o

Request: Would you be okay writing about Shoji, Shoto and Izuku protecting a very shy s/o? Maybe someone is mean to them or there's something falling from somewhere. S/o can't stand up to ppl (maybe s/o is also not in the hero course but in u.a.?) thamk so much and have a nice day ~the one you matched with shoji btw lol

oh hi there :D this request is so cute, I hope I did okay with writing it! You didn’t specify whether you wanted  a scenario or headcanon, so I went with scenarios, hope that’s okay. Have fun reading!

xxx Damla

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Warnings: none :)

words: 2670

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Shoji Mezo

As soon as the bell rang, I pretty much jumped out of my seat and left the classroom. Finally, I can leave. This class isn’t particularly my favourite, which is due to the fact that I don’t have any friends here. Most of them, as well as my boyfriend, are in the hero course.

When I arrived at my locker, I was surprised not to find Shoji waiting as usual. Maybe he had to train? Right at that moment my phone beeped. I opened my bag and took it out. Shoji had texted me.

I’m sorry love, I was training in teams with Tokoyami and he got injured. I will be there in 10 minutes

A soft smile spreads across my face. He really is one of the most caring people I know. While I’m not exactly happy to be alone, it’s most likely that some of Shoji’s classmates can be found in the cafeteria, so I will just go there.

I open my locker and quickly take out the books I need after lunch. Luckily there aren’t many, since I only have English and then PE. I close it again and zip up my backpack before making my way to the cafeteria. Luckily it isn’t that far, and the halls are empty.

I look outside out of the large windows. The sun is shining brightly, and it's clear that it’s spring. Many flowers have bloomed, and I see a lot of birds. There are people having their lunch outside, some are even training. Wow, that’s some dedication… My eyes land on Jirou, who is sitting at a table with Yaoyorozu. Our gazes meet and she smiles before patting the spot next to her. Alright, I guess I’ll eat outside too.

I make my way towards the door. It’s pretty heavy, but thankfully I manage to open it. I’m about to run up to the girls, but I freeze when I hear what I think is the door slamming against someone.

“Oi! What the fuck!” I turn around wide eyed, to see someone whom I thought to be a student of my homeroom class. I don’t remember his name, but he has never been very nice to me. Something gives me the idea that I’m in trouble. I gulp and slowly walk backwards on the grass, but soon my back hits a wall.

“I-I’m so-”

“you’re sorry?” he interrupts, taking a step closer to me. I cower slightly. His closeness is making me way too uncomfortable. “Yeah, you better be! Maybe if you stopped daydreaming about your stupid boyfriend from class 1-A you’d actually notice your surroundings.” I’m speechless. A billion thoughts are running through my head. I want to curse at him for talking about Shoji like that, but my body isn’t doing anything. It’s like I’m glued to the brick wall my body is resting against

“You’re gonna pay for-”

“It was an accident.” An indescribable amount of relief comes over me when Shoji stands in front of me. His right hand reaches behind him for mine, and I immediately hold it. It’s only now that I realise my hands had been shaking the whole time, just like my legs. The guy who was almost yelling at me a second ago, now has a smirk on his face but I can tell he’s a little intimidated.

“Still, your partner should look where they’re going.” I can’t see any of their faces, but by his posture I can tell that Shoji remains completely calm and unfazed as usual.

“Okay,” he calmly responds. “I’m sure you’ve given them enough of a scare, so they’ll be more careful in the future. Still, I don’t think it was okay for you to talk to them like that. That wasn’t exactly behaviour fit for a UA student.” he didn’t even comment anymore, but just bowed to us both and apologised, his tone shaky. Before I knew it he was gone. He was all talk, I knew it.

Shoji turns back to me, still holding my hand and I smile. “Thank you, Shoji.” I can see his eyes moving upwards a bit, which shows he’s smiling too.

“No need to thank me. I guess it isn’t always bad to look scary to people.” I can’t help but laugh at that. Shoji’s appearance is something that he’s insecure about, so knowing that he can joke about it a bit makes me happy.

However, I can’t help but feel bad for not being able to have said anything to that guy when he was insulting Shoji. And I was sure he heard it too…

“I’m sorry.” I sigh, looking down in shame. For a moment, there's silence. Then I see Shoji’s feet taking another step closer to me. His other hand grabs mine as well.

“Can you look at me, please?” his tone wasn’t demanding, rude, or angry. He’s calm, it’s a simple request. He gives me the idea that even if I said no it would be fine, but I look at him nonetheless.

“Y/n, I really don’t care that much about people like that. He doesn’t know me, or you. I only care about what you and the other people in my life think. You don’t need to defend me. I know people like that don’t change minds easily.” I have to admit that he’s right. I mean, I don’t even know his name, so why did I care that much?

“Let’s go, I saw you were on your way to Jirou and Yaoyorozu, right? Tokoyami is there too now.”  I nod and Shoji is about to walk, but he stops when he realises I’m still standing. I smile and walk over to him, stand on my toes and kiss his cheeks. A giggle leaves my mouth when I see his eyes have widened. Even though I would usually have the same reaction, today is different.

“Yep, I’m ready now.”

Todoroki Shouto

Of course, as soon as one person found out I’m dating Shoto, the news spread around the school like fire. Of course I notice the glances at me in hallways, the quiet whispers, the way that people approach me now. Some act nicer, but there also some that seem to suddenly dislike me. And I can’t do anything about it.

In theory I can, but I’ve never been able to even tell someone that their tone was rude, or that something was uncalled for. I’ve even been called names sometimes, and when people see my flustered face, they laugh and throw more insults at me.

Despite all this, Shoto isn’t aware. I never told him, and I’m not planning to. He already has enough going on for him and what has been happening to me just seems like a mild inconvenience at this point. It’s times like this where I’m glad that he isn’t the type of person to keep pushing if he wants to know something.

And of course this happens today too, as I’m walking to the hero course department of UA. I can already hear some people snicker at the fact that I’m even here. I ignore it, because as usual, I don’t want to cause a scene.

My eyes scan the hallway. His classroom is supposed to be somewhere here, but where? Idiot, y/n, you had to ask him what class he currently is in. Now I have to check everywhere.

I don’t see any students from 1-A so he definitely has a class right now. At least I know something. I look through the windows in the doors, but every classroom is empty. Why are there even so many classes here? Maybe I can ask a teacher what subject 1-A has right now. Wait, but isn’t that weird? No, they probably know that I’m looking for Shoto.

In my train of thought, I completely forget my surroundings. So it’s no surprise that I bump into someone and fall on the ground. I hiss when my knees graze the floor, but then remember that that was a person that I bumped into. I look up and my eyes widen when I see Monoma from class 1-B. He looks down at me with a smirk and laughs at my confused state.

“Look who’s here. Looking for your boyfriend?” Without thinking, a billion apologies leave my mouth as I place my books that had fallen earlier back into my bag. My knees feel like they’re burning but I’m more worried about what just happened.

“Wow,” Monoma chuckles. I can feel his eyes on me as I finally zip up my bag and get up. “Can’t even walk properly. I knew that the other departments were losers, but this?” My grip on my bag tightens as he speaks.

“Well, at least you’re kinda good-lookingI guess. Still, I would’ve thought someone from 1-A would go for a person who’s way better than you.” In surprise, I lift my head up. Of course the thought of Shoto deserving better has crossed my mind before. He’s the son of the current number one hero, of course people expect someone who’s the opposite of me. I always try to tell myself it’s amazing I even got into UA at all, but at times I cannot help but wonder if it would be better for Shoto to leave me.

“You know it too, don’t you?” Monoma continues. “No need to tell me, I can see it in your eyes. You want to say so much, but you’re way too much of a coward to do it.” he laughs and looks away for a moment.

“That’s why everyone picks on you and your sweet prince charming has no idea. You can’t even stand your ground, how pathetic. Nobody understands what he even sees --” his voice trails of. Monoma moves his head to his side, and his grin widens.

“Ah, there he is, just as I was speaking about him!” I turn around and gasp when I see Shoto walking in our direction. Shit. He saw it all, didn’t he?

“Your prince charming just knows when to save you, huh? I mean, with such a weak significant other, I probably-”

“My classes are done, let’s go y/n.” Todoroki says, completely ignoring Monoma’s presence. He grabs my hand and is about to walk away.

“One more thing.” he says as he turns around and looks at him.

“Y/n is the best partner I could ask for, and if all you care about is what their education is, you are the disappointment here.” he glances back at me and grabs my hand with a small smile. “Let’s go.”

Midoriya Izuku

The silent aura of the library usually brings me at peace, but today, as I’m entering it by myself, I feel uneasy. A part of me feels like everyone’s eyes are burning through me. So, I keep my gaze down and just walk over to a random bookshelf. As I lift my head again and look through some books, I try nonchalantly scanning the library for any sign of my boyfriend, but Izuku is nowhere to be found.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, so I quickly grab it and see that Izuku texted me.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I had to help Kaminari with something related to Hero Studies. I’ll be there soon. I love you ❤︎.”

He’s too sweet. I text him back, assuring him that it’s okay and put my phone back in my pocket. Maybe I should pick one book and read it until Izuku comes here, or else I’ll be bored doing nothing. Also, I feel like people keep whispering about me here.

Izuku may not be the most popular student of this school, but people definitely know of him. I mean, he’s a class 1-A student, he worked at Nighteye’s agency, and has done more impressive stuff. So obviously, when he gets in a relationship people will talk about it. While I do get it, I also hate the attention it brings. People have been mostly nice to me luckily, so that’s a relief.

I decide to take a seat at a table with only a few people. It’s also close to the entrance door, so Izuku will be able to spot me easily when he gets here. After also placing my bag on the ground, I finally start reading. After what feels like a few minutes, but probably is a lot more, I’m already halfway through the thing.

“Y/n?” a familiar voice whispers. A smile can’t help but grow on my face as I turn my head to find Izuku standing next to me.

“Hi.” I reply. He smiles and kisses me cheek, to which my eyes widen. We’re in public, what is he doing? I quickly cover my face with the manga I was reading earlier, so people don’t see my embarrassed expression. Izuku only giggles softly.

“Babe, there’s almost nobody here.” he reassures me. “and I missed you.” he adds with a small pout. Ugh, I can’t be mad at him when he makes that adorable face.

“O-okay.” I close the manga and get up. “I’ll just put this back, and then we can start studying.” he follows me to the shelf.

“So, how was your day?” I ask as my eyes scan for the right manga series. Izuku starts telling me about his day, making me almost laugh a few times when he mentions some silly moments, like Sero and Kaminari trying to prank Bakugou but only failing and angering him as a result.

“Oh, and we will get to work with the other departments of the school for some projects, I’m really excited about that.” I smile. Yeah, that sounds fun.

“What is it for?”

“Well,” I accidentally bump into the bookshelf behind me and yelp quietly. “Mr Aiza-Y/n careful!” I squeeze my eyes closed, preparing for anything falling on top of me, but I feel nothing. My eyes open again and I look up. Izuku is holding some books that would’ve landed on me if he wasn’t here. His expression shows that he was a little scared, but soon relief takes over.

“I thought something was going to happen to you..” he sighed as he placed the books back on the shelf. I awkwardly stand up straight and fiddle with my fingers, mumbling a soft apology. Of course I had to be stupid and not take in my surroundings

“Hey, it’s okay.” he grabs my hands and smiles. “I’m not upset, I’m just glad you’re alright. Just be a little more careful next time, okay, honey?” I nod, trying to hide how flustered the nickname makes me feel and squeeze his hands softly. I look at his hands, and rub my thumbs over them. There are a few new bruises on there.

“Did you get hurt again?” I ask, examining his knuckles. Izuku chuckles awkwardly.

“I-It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. I already went to Recovery Girl for it.” he lets go of one of my hands and wraps an arm around my shoulders.

“I-Izuku, there’s people here…” I say hurriedly, hoping that nobody will see us. I’m not embarrassed by him, of course not. It’s just that I always feel a bit nervous when it comes to PDA.

“I have an idea. How about we study in my dorm room? Can I have cuddles then?” he asks sweetly while removing his hands from me. I nod softly.

“That sounds nice..”

“Okay, let’s get some of your favourite snacks first and then go.” my face lights up and I nod again.

“Let’s go.” I hear him giggle before we both leave the library.

“Oh, we can also get dinner together somewhere if you want, I’m sure there’s food in the kitchen or we can get take-”

“Izuku.” I stop him. “L-let’s get those snacks and study first.” he chuckles and nods.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m just really happy we get to hang out again. Let’s go then, the grocery store is only a few minutes away from UA.”

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takes two to tango

word count: 3.0k

genre: fluff, absolutely tooth-rotting 

summary: hoseok solved his problems and got the girl. he’d worked up the courage to ask you out and now life couldn’t be better, living as your boyfriend. but what’s the point of dating if he can’t even kiss you?

Damn. Hoseok was a real loser, wasn’t he?

Three weeks, three fucking weeks of dating you and he hasn’t been able to kiss you once. 

He’d thought the hard part was over when he was finally able to spit out that he liked you before finals and asked you on a date. After a semester of desperate pining and you being completely oblivious to his flirting attempts, he thought the worst was over. 

But alas, no. 

Your one-month anniversary was rapidly approaching and Hoseok has yet to lock lips with you. 

Maybe it’s stupid to be so caught up over such a small thing. But Hoseok likes you and he really doesn’t think it’s too much to ask for and he’d just really, really like to kiss you. 

It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried. He’d gone through all the steps, even resorting to the cheap tricks he’d used in high school. But the timing was always shit or something stupid got in the way. It felt like the universe had it out for him, putting the chance just within his grasp before promptly yanking it away in the most inconvenient (and sometimes embarrassing) manner possible. 

Should Hoseok be grateful for the time he’s already gotten to spend with you? Yes. And he is. You’re spectacular. A joy to be around. You kept him guessing and laughing and happy. 

Actually, he’d actually kind of already gotten his wish. You’d kissed him on the cheek in joy after watching your team win whilst on an ice hockey date. You turned out to be surprisingly (and scarily) competitive, which Hoseok found all the more adorable. Despite being a small gesture born from the exciting moment, he’d found himself giggly and shy, melting from the attention. That night, while walking you home in the cold, he’d snuck a quick peck on your forehead before bidding you good night. He found himself wishing he’d done more as you disappeared behind your door, smiling to yourself.

But Hoseok was human. He was greedy. He just wanted one, small, teeny weeny little thing. And that thing was to kiss you on the lips, goddammit.

You weren’t his first girlfriend. He isn’t an amateur at this. 

So why was it so fucking hard?

His first attempt was on your second date. Which, admittedly, might be a little soon but it actually wasn’t even his attempt. It was yours. The two of you were ice skating when he kept catching you staring at him. 

“What, is there something on my face?” You’d giggled, reaching up your hand and lightly tapping his nose. 

“You just look cold. And very cute.” Despite attempting to maintain a cool facade, the compliment had Hoseok reeling. His cheeks only grew warmer as you leaned upwards, eyes becoming half-lidded. He’d grinned, ducking down to meet you halfway. 

It was perfect. 

Until your skates suddenly lost traction and you slipped, lips colliding with his shoulder instead of his face. 

Caught off guard, the both of you tumbled to the ground. In a movie, it might have been even more romantic. But in reality, falling on ice hurts like a fucking bitch. It took an entire minute for you both to get back on your feet, laughing and shouting from the pain along the way. 

Cold and traumatized and bruised, the two of you shuffled back to the entrance while clutching onto each other for dear life, kiss long forgotten. 

You both swore never to go ice skating again. 

Hoseok’s actual first attempt had been at a small Christmas party. Hoseok’s Christmas party, in fact. It was for a small dance exercise class he led every Monday through the university. It was through that same class that he met you, actually. You and several of your friends were regulars, and soon he was smitten. He wasn’t sure whether it was your laugh or your smile or your unending optimism that drew him in, only that he had fallen for you and hard. You two, along with the rest of the group, had naturally gotten close over the past semester, so Hoseok decided to give the group one last hurrah together via a small Christmas party just after everyone finished their exams. 

While everyone else was pigging out on brownies or getting drunk off of cheap beer or karaoke-ing to the best of their abilities (which was pretty god-awful), you and Hoseok were camped out in the corner, trying your best to put together a gingerbread house. 

You were failing magnificently, but that didn’t make the activity any less fun. Hoseok was in charge of holding the pieces while you piped icing, with you naturally taking every opportunity to swipe bits of the white fluff on his nose and cheeks and forehead. He’d cried out in protest, promising to exact his revenge, but he cared too much about this stupid gingerbread house to move his hands and risk the whole thing collapsing. 

But before you could even get to the decorating stage, the whole thing shattered. Literally shattered. You blamed it on Hoseok, claiming he’d been gripping it so hard that the pieces snapped in two. He, in turn, blamed it on you for being such a distraction. 

While the two of you were playfully bickering, one of your friends snuck up behind the table with a bunch of mistletoe. 

“Kiss already, ya lovebirds!” she’d cried, clearly having one (or three) too many beers. The entire class was painfully invested in your relationship, so it only made sense that they’d also tease you about it relentlessly. 

The two of you glanced up at the green leaves and then back at each other. A pitchy rendition of ‘Silent Night’ echoed throughout the room. Hoseok smiled and leaned in, muttering something about “tradition” and “giving the people what they want, Y/N.”

His eyes fluttered closed as his lips approached yours, his last thought being how nice you looked and how warm his heart felt. 

It was perfect. 

And then you wiped a massive blob of thick white icing across his entire face. He’d gasped while you and the rest of the party burst into a fit of giggles. 

“I’m sorry-” You choked on your laughter, tears sprung from your eyes. “-Hoseok, the opportunity was just too good! You should have seen your face!” He didn’t have it in him to be mad at you, not when your laugh was that adorable. 

Instead, he’d rubbed his frosting-covered cheek all over yours for revenge as you screeched and struggled against his grip. By the end of the night, both of your cheeks were aching from laughter. 

But still, no kiss. 

At your annual New Years’ Party, he’d tried a different strategy: being slick. 

The two of you were pleasantly tipsy but not quite drunk. And the alcohol gave Hoseok just enough courage to try kissing you again. 

While perched on two barstools around your kitchen island, he’d casually thrown his arm around your shoulder while you were babbling about some story a friend had told you. He’d tried to listen, he really did, but what was a guy supposed to you when you looked as cute as you did?

“I mean, what are the odds? They saw each other in standstill traffic, Hobi. Isn’t that so romantic?” 

“Mhmm.” Feeling the weight of his arm, you moved to look his way and felt your face getting very hot very quickly with the way he was gazing at you. 

“Hobi?” He was much too caught up in how soft your lips looked from here, slightly parted and inviting. Everything about you was soft and sweet.

His eyes flickered back to yours, shimmering under the mood lighting. 

He shifted forward, not loosening his gaze for even a second. He was going to relish every second of this, every second of you. 

It was so perfect. 

But in his drunken stupor, Hoseok hadn’t quite noticed the way his barstool was wobbling until it was too late and he tumbled to the floor. 

You immediately freaked, rushing to his aid. While your concern was genuine and made Hoseok happy that you cared for him, he couldn’t help but be disappointed. The mood was dead once you lugged him to the couch and, despite his protests, insisted he lie down for a while and instructed him to not touch any more alcohol, worried that he’d injure himself further. The night ended kiss-free and with Hoseok falling asleep before the clock struck twelve, missing the countdown. 

But last weekend? Now that was the final straw. 

The two of you had decided to catch a drive-in movie, some silly rom-com. You’d suggested a holiday-themed horror movie, but Hoseok was quick to shut that idea down. Not only was he a coward, but he wasn’t sure how the hell he was supposed to be romantic when there were demons threatening to jump-scare him every three seconds. 

As the two leads finally began confessing their feelings in the final act of the movie, Hoseok looked to you. He found you staring right back, as if you knew this was coming. 

His hand lifted to cup your cheek as the male lead cried “I love you!” Your hands slid behind the back of his neck as your eyes shut and the two of you grew closer and closer, lips mere millimeters apart. Hoseok could smell your lavender shampoo and cherry lip gloss, could even count your lashes from here.

It was so fucking perfect. The epitome of romance. As the two leads passionately confessed, Hoseok and you were about to share your first kiss. 

And then some idiot fell asleep on their horn, sending the obnoxious, blaring sound echoing throughout the drive-in lot. Hoseok shrieked, absolutely startled to the core. 

“For fuck’s sake!” he’d cried, throwing himself back in the driver’s seat. 

You’d found immense humor in his pouting and tried to tease him back into his old self, but the moment was long gone. Hoseok cursed the male lead for being able to get his girl when he was so clearly suffering. You held his hand for the rest of the film and jokingly critiqued it on the way home. But it wasn’t enough. Hoseok had just one thing he wanted and he couldn’t even accomplish that.

And now, he had a vendetta against the whole fucking universe. 

He was going to kiss you if it killed him. And it was going to be perfect. 

He’s chanting that thought like a mantra as the two of you are taking a very romantic stroll in the park, hands intertwined and bodies huddled together to conserve heat in the winter weather. 

“I can’t believe we only have one semester left,” you murmur, clutching your coat closer to your body. “I still feel like a kid.”

“Based on your eating habits, I’d have to agree.” You gasp in shock, slapping his arm. 

“Hey! What do you have against Lunchables?” Hoseok laughs at your offended look, finding you all too endearing.

“It’s not the Lunchables I have a problem with. Lunchables are great. It’s the cheese and peanut-butter crackers you’re crazy about. It’s disgusting.” You roll your eyes and groan, tired of this argument. 

“For the last time, I didn’t know they were cheese flavored and they taste good!” 

“Why else would they be orange, Y/N?” You shake your head, refusing to indulge him any further. “Disgusting.”

The two of you approach a quaint bridge crossing a babbling creek. The sky is colored with purples and pinks and oranges, reflected across the water. A few kids are playing by the shore, much to the disdain of their parents. Hoseok feels his chance approaching. 

You both stop and lean against the bridge railing, watching the sunset. You nuzzle against him, taking delight in his warmth. 

Hoseok studies the way the light reflects off of your face, the way a small smile creeps across your lips. You’re beautiful. Hoseok feels immensely lucky to have had you for this long. There’s a growing part of him that wants to keep you forever. 

“You’re so pretty-”

“It’s so pretty-”

The words are uttered at the same time, you staring at the sky and Hoseok staring at you. When you meet his eyes, the two of you can’t help but laugh quietly to yourselves. Timing’s always been funny for you, huh. 

As the sun peaks farther behind the horizon, Hoseok tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. You can’t fight the grin on your face as Hoseok wraps an arm around your waist and tugs you in. 

This is perfect. This is the moment Hoseok has been waiting for. He’d suffered for three miserable weeks, but it was all about to be worth it. There’s absolutely nothing that can shatter the happiness in Hoseok’s heart. 

“Oh my god, is that a dog?” You’re torn from Hoseok’s embrace as you dash across the bridge. All he can do is sigh and grasp at the cold air you’d occupied seconds before. 

When he turns to see where you’ve run off to, he finds you plopped on the ground loving on a fluffy black and gold mutt. You crane your neck to face him. 

“It doesn’t have a collar, Hobi. I think it’s a stray.” The dog jumps excitedly against your chest, tackling you to the ground and licking at your cheeks and nose and mouth. Showering you with kisses before Hoseok’s eyes.

Lucky bastard.

Hoseok doesn’t have the heart to be mad. You’re too damn adorable. And the dog is pretty cute too. The puppy jumps from you to Hoseok, hopping excitedly and running between his legs. 

“Hyper one, aren’t you?” 

He begrudgingly takes the creature into his arms and hauls you to your feet, mumbling that he knows where the nearest animal shelter is. You trail after him, doting on the animal the whole way. Hoseok sighs, accepting the fact that he’s not getting his kiss tonight. But he thinks he’s okay with that, what with the way you’re talking in your animal voice and gushing over how cute this dog is.

God, Hoseok’s such a loser. But he’d like to hope that he’s your loser now.  

“I miss him already!” you cry as the two of you stumble out of the shelter. Startled by the chill, you quickly take his hand, but even that can’t bring Hoseok the joy he wants. 

“He’ll have a nice and loving home soon, don’t worry,” he soothes, ruffling your hair. He does his best to smile, but it comes off strained and fake, and you notice. Your lip immediately puffs out at his sulking. 

“Is there something wrong?” Guilt fills Hoseok’s chest at your genuine worry. But he’d been acting strangely since New Year’s, he knew, so he figured at this point he owed you an explanation. 

“Well...” Hoseok ponders the situation, trying to put together the right words. “Ireallywannakissyoubutshitkeepsgettingintheway.” 

“I- what?” You’re staring at him in utter confusion. Hoseok sighs as you lean in closer, trying to decipher his words.

“I’ve been trying to kiss you for three weeks now but it never works out!” he shouts into the cold night air, relief filling him as he finally gets his biggest worry off of his chest. 

You’re silent for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound sweet and loud and in any other case, infectious. Hoseok pouts, wondering how you always manage to find the humor in his suffering. The sun is long set but he can still make out your cackling figure in the lamplight. 

You regain your breath before pulling him closer to you, still giggling between your words. 

“Why didn’t you just ask?” It’s a genuine question, Hoseok supposes. He’s about to answer, but that’s when you say something that sends him over the edge. “It’s just a kiss, there’s no need to take it so seriously.”

“Of course it’s serious!” he exclaims, making you jump. He quickly lowers his voice, looking at the ground sheepishly. “Well- I only mean that I’m serious about you. So I just wanted it to be nice and romantic and perfect because I care about you a lot and you deserve that, okay? And I know that we’ve only been dating for a few weeks but I really-”

When Hoseok lifts his eyes, you’re whipping your head around wildly, as if you’re being stalked or something is about to pop out from behind a corner. 

“Y/N? What are you doing? Is something wrong?” After a few more seconds of your paranoid glances, you meet his eyes, a cheeky grin plastered across your face. You shrug innocently.

“I was just checking to make sure nothing could possibly interrupt us.” Hoseok freezes, jaw dropping slightly. You find the expression hilarious but decide to keep that to yourself. And then Hoseok is smiling like an idiot and pulling you close and running a hand through your hair. 

Your lips barely brush against his when you suddenly lean your head back, making Hoseok cry out in frustration. You can’t get far though, not when you’re wrapped in his arms. 

“Just for the record,” you say, lifting a single finger between your chests. “That was the most romantic and perfect thing you could have said before our first kiss.” Hoseok rolls his eyes. You choke back a giggle at his impatience. You watch the puffs of condensation leave his lips, considering torturing him for longer, but you don’t. “Now, please continue.”

With your permission, Hoseok does the one thing he’s been waiting all too long for. Despite his pent-up frustration, he kisses you softly and slowly, relishing in every second and every touch.

After a long minute, he pulls away, gazing at you happily. You stare right back, unable to wipe the stupid grin off of your face. You’re content and lovestruck and stupid together. Until a large gust of chilly wind hits you and the two of you are screaming and tearing off back to your respective apartments. 

It certainly wasn’t perfect. Maybe a little sloppy. Certainly not like Hoseok would have planned it. 

But it was with you. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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Not what it seems - Part 2

Angel x Reader

Authors note: I apologize in advance for grammar mistakes

English isn’t my native language.

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Warning: swearing, heartbreak, violence

Words: 1.500

Next day

You barely got any sleep last night. You literally spent last night with crying and finding way to get Angel to sit down with you and listen to you but it seems impossible. You never felt so helpless before in your entire life. 

You’re still in your shared bedroom when you hear noises. Noises that are coming towards the bedroom and you know it’s Angel. You start to panic not knowing how he will react when he sees.

The door opens and there he is right in front of you. From what you can see he must have had a shitty night just like you did. His eyes are swollen and his hair is messy.

Angel freezes as soon as he sees you in the bedroom. 

’’I thought I was clear last night Y/n. Get the fuck out of here. I’m done! We are done! Do you want me to spell it out for you?’’

’’Wanna know what I want Angel? For you to listen to me. For you to sit down with me and listen. Just the way listened to the person who plated this idea in your head. That’s what I want. If you still want me gone after I said what I want to say I’ll pack my stuff and leave and never contact you again. If that’s what you want.’’ you say calmly hoping he will agree to what you’ve just said.

’’So start talking. The sooner you finish the sooner you’re out of here.’’ he says not looking at you.

’’Our relationship - what we have is not based on a bet Angel. Is based on two people loving each other. I never played you or fooled you. I dint know where you got that idea from but it’s not true baby you have to believe me. I love you Angel more than anything.

You know how Jessie has a thing for Gilly? That’s how we ended up at the clubhouse for the first time. I didn’t want to be there you know how shy I am and that I’m not a fan of large crowds but I chose to be there with her for moral support. 

They hit it off and we spent our girls nights out with you at the clubhouse instead of going to the bar downtown. That’s when I saw you Angel. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. You pretty much put a spell on me babe. The girls saw me struggle you know. It kinda hurt see al those girls all over you knowing that it never will be me. I mean I’m probably the shiest girl you’ll ever meet. I’m surprised I actually have friends to be honest. Anyway the girls tried to get me to go over to you and talk to you every time we went there but I was scared. Scared to talk to someone as handsome as you. I mean look at you, look at me and look at those women that were all over you.

I’m not as skinny or as beautiful as Vickys girls so I refused to go and talk to you. I was trying to save me from the rejection and the embarrassment. So the girls and I had this competition 

whoever empties the beer first gets to decide what the loser has to do. Jessie won and dared me to go over to you and talk to you because I was too much of a coward to do it myself. Everything what we build on from there was real do you hear me Angel? What we have IS real. I simply needed a little push to get out of my comfort zone. There was never a bet. I love you Angel  - more than anything. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I never felt like this with anyone before. Thank you for listening to me Angel. If you still want me to leave I’ll start packing now.’’ you end your monolog not daring to look at Angel. You’re too scared that he doesn’t believe you.

’’Y/n is - is that true’’ he asks calmly and you just nod still staring at the floor.

’’Look at me mi dulce - please sweetheart let me see those Y/e/c eyes.’’

You look up and see a pained expression on his face.

’’I’m sorry Y/n for treating you the way I did. I should have talked to you first before making up my mind. I promise you it will never happen again babygirl. I swear on moms gave. Come here’’ 

he says and holds his arms out for you. You get up from the bed and walk towards him gladly accepting his hug returning it gladly. You breath in his scent and start to relax. You didn’t think you were able to do it ever again. Angel kisses your head several times while rubbing your back.

’’I’m sorry baby. I feel the same way about you. With you I see it all. House, kids a wedding. You’re my end game Y/n. I’ll make you the next Mrs. Reyes. Not now but in the future If you want that.’’ he says and you’re surprised. 

Angel doesn’t talk about his feelings often but it’s so good to hear it. Good to hear he feels the same because you see it too with him.

’’I’m glad to hear that. You’re my end game Mr. Reyes. Y/n Reyes sounds good doesn’t it? Apology accepted and now stop apologizing please Angel. But I would like to now who plated that idea in you head.’’ you let go of him and take a step back so you could look at hime properly.

’’Don’t hit me for my dumbness but it was Maria’’ he says scratching his neck.

’’Wait a minute. Maria as in Vickys Maria that Maria?’’ you ask not believing this.

’’Yes why?’’

’’Sorry for my language but what a bitch. She was there that day. She knows what went down that day. You talk about actresses that was probably quite the act Angel. What a back stabber. She acts all nice with me and pulls a stunt like this. I swear she messed with the wrong girl.’’

’’Easy there little tiger.’’ Angel laughs.

’’Keep laughing Reyes keep laughing’’ you say and playfully slap him.

Later that night

It’s your weekly girls night and after talking to Vicky earlier today you know that Maria will be there too. Looks like today is your luck day.

You’re later than usual to make your great entrance. You came up with a plan and informed Angel and he agreed immediately.

Now you’re standing in front of the clubhouse and take one last deep breath.

’’Let the games begin’’ you say to yourself and walk in.

You see your girls at one table and your man along with Gilly, Coco and Ez on the other side of the clubhouse. And there she was - Maria was there eyeing Angel sitting on his lap. She’s right where you want her to be. You make your way over there everyone is clueless about what happened between you and Angel this morning their last update was last night which will make it more fun.

You approach Maria from behind grab her by her hair and pull her out of his lap. She screams in pain.

’’What is your problem Y/n’’ she says shocked. The others look at you shocked as well since everyone knows you as the shy introvert girl.

’’What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you Maria is the better question. You spread lies about me trying to mess with my relationship and dare to ask me what is wrong with me. You better get the fuck out of here and stay away from my man before I’ll make you bitch.’’ you are yelling by now. She looks at you with wide eyes realizing that she most likely messed with the wrong woman. Maria gets up from the floor and moves towards the door.

’’Oh and Maria’’ Vicky is now speaking up.

’’Don’t come back. There is no place for devious women like you.’’ she says with a firm voice.

’’But Vicky’’

’’No buts I don’t want to around my place anymore.’’ 

Maria leaves and and Jessie comes over to you with a beer handing it to you before sitting down on Gilly’s lap.

’’Y/n that was quit the show. I don’t know what this actually was about but damn girl that was awesome.’’

’’Thanks Jess’’ you say before sitting down on Angels lap and he wraps his arms around you right away.

’’That was better than I imagined my little fire cracker. Remind me not to mess with you mi dulce.’’ he says and kisses you.

’’Hello explanation please!’’ Ez now says.

So you start to fill them in on what happened this morning.

You spend the rest of the evening together at the clubhouse with Angel right where you belong.

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JJ Maybank x reader pt. 2

Summary: You’re a kook but only associate with Sarah Cameron. After she gets involved with John B, you’re introduced to the rest of the pogues and catch JJ’s eye with how shy and different you are from the other kooks. // 

PART 1 

A/N: a couple people asked for a part 2 so I shall of course deliver. I hope you guys like it! xx 

Warning!!:Rafe being a total dick and unwanted touching, not major tho but just a warning in case that makes you uncomfortable 

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JJ held his hand out to you, “don’t want the lady to fall.”

You blush and take his hand, stepping over onto the dock, “Thank you.” You and the pogues had just arrived back to the Chateau after a day on the water.

“Of course.” He grins, grabbing your bag and walking up the dock.

“You know I can carry my own bag.”

He nods, “I know, but if I have your bag, you can’t leave without me asking you out on a date.”

Your eyes go wide as you look at him, “A d-date?”

“Yes ma’am. If you accept the offer of course.”

You nervously bite your lip, “But I’m.. I’m not like the girls you usually date.” “Ah. I have a reputation huh?” He sighs and stops walking turning around to face you, “You’re so much better than them. You’re not like other girls, especially kooks. You’re.. laid back, shy. Not throwing yourself at me like other girls. You’re cute too.”

You blush, shaking your head, “So I’m boring is what you’re saying?”

His eyes go wide and he quickly shakes his head, “No No. Shit, I didn’t mean it-”

You laugh and put a hand on his arm, stopping him, “I know what you meant. It’s okay.”

“So.. what do you say? Would you like to go on a date with me? Say this Saturday night?”

“I would love that..”

~

And that was now a month ago. You, Sarah and Kie got ready at your house for the Midsummer’s party. You three would be going together since John B was working with Pope, JJ would be busting tables at the Country Club and Kie’s date bailed last minute. You girls didn’t mind though.

When you arrived at the country club all eyes were on you. You weren’t used to this kind of attention, even hanging around Sarah, all eyes were usually on her, but this time it was you included.

“Told you the dress was a good choice.” Sarah whispers to you.

You roll your eyes, “I can’t breath.”

“Suck it in buttercup.” She laughs walking over to the drinks. Kie finds someone to talk with and then Sarah goes to speak with John B. You’re pouring your drink when someone steps beside you, “Damn, can I get your number? You girl are beautiful.” You recognized the voice immediately and giggled, “JJ..” You turn your head and he’s looking you up and down, smirking.

“What? You do.” He grins, hand on your hip.

“You look pretty handsome yourself.” You put a hand on his chest and lean up to kiss him.

“We’re all having an after party at the beach. You want to go?” His hands slip off your hips and turn to refill the drink container.

“That’s fine. I didn’t bring extra clothes though. I’ll have to change.” You take a sip of the drink in your hand.

“Hey! Pogue!”

You groan quietly, “Rafe Cameron.”

He rolls his eyes, turning to face the kook a grin on his face, “Rafe Cameron. What can I do for you?”

Rafe walks over and notices you standing there. “Damn, y/n?” He looks you up and down, a hungry look in his eyes, “I didn’t know you could look that… that sexy.” He smirks, “Makes me wonder what it looks like underneath all the clothes.”

You grab JJ’s arm as he lunges after Rafe, “JJ, don’t.”

“Ooooh Damn, did I hit a nerve, maybank?” Rafe laughs, holding his hands up.

“Fuck off, Cameron. Leave her alone.”

Rafe chuckles, “Whatever.. I’ll see you later y/n.” He gives you a wink before walking off.

“He’s such a dick.” JJ huffs.

“He’s just trying to get under your skin.” You sigh, “He’s always been like that.”

~

You and JJ go your separate ways and after a while you make your way to the bathroom when you hear yelling down the hall and some grunts.

You follow the sounds and when you turn the corner, Rafe is throwing a punch to JJ’s stomach as Kelce and Topper hold him back. “What the hell, Rafe!” You hold your dress in one hand and quickly rush over.

“There’s the girl of the hour.” Rafe smirks at you. 

JJ thrashes in Kelce and Topper’s grip, “don’t fucking touch her!”

Rafe chuckles, “I wasn’t going too, however, now I know it would bother the hell out of you. I think I will.”

You gulp and take a step back as Rafe turns his attention to you, “Come on, y/n. Why don’t we give your boyfriend a show? I know you’ve always had a thing for your best friend’s older brother.” His hand reaches out to caress your cheek and you quickly slap his hand away. 

“Gross, Rafe! You’re disgusting.” You go to walk by him to get to JJ, but he grabs your arm and yanks you to his chest.

“Don’t say you never wanted it. I know you wanted me to deflower you.” He smirks and leans close to you. 

“In your dreams.” You spit in his face and he pulls back from you, wiping his face, “Oh shit.” 

 When you and JJ started dating, your whole demeanor changed. You became more confident in yourself, not as shy. You didn’t let anyone walk over you. JJ taught you how to talk to assholes and throw a punch or two. You weren’t scared of people walking all over you anymore, especially Rafe Cameron. Obviously, he didn’t know the shy little girl was no longer there or he wouldn’t be trying you.  

“Damn, someone’s turned into a bitch.” He chuckles and reaches out to grab you again, wrapping his arms around your body. 

You thrash in his arms, “Let go of me!” 

He lifts you and pushes you against the wall, using his body to keep you against the wall, “Come on you know you want me.” His hand is pulling your long dress up your legs. 

 as JJ struggles against Kelce’s headlock, “don’t touch her!” 

Rafe moves his arm to your throat, holding you in place, “I wonder if Maybank has already deflowered you. Huh? I bet he has. Couldn’t wait to get his hands on a piece of ass like yourself.” He chuckles. 

“Rafe, you son of a bitch, I’ll kill you!” JJ is seething in anger at the scene in front of him. His threat pulls Rafe’s attention away from you for a split second and you’re able to send a right hook to rafe’s nose, then a knee to the balls. 

Rafe groans, doubling over in pain. You quickly step passed him, your dress falling back to the floor. 

Kelce and topper let JJ go and are now checking on Rafe. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” JJ’s hand cups your cheeks, looking over your body for any sign of injury. 

You shook your head, “I’m okay. but you’re not.. you’re bleeding JJ.” You gently touch his cheek. 

“I’m fine. Are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Let’s get out of here, please? I want to go home.” 

~ 

JJ sits on the edge of the tub as you sit in front him, cleaning his wounds. He winces, “That was a nice right hook.”

You dab another wound, glancing up at him with a blush on your cheeks, “I had a good teacher.” 

“Remind me not to piss you off because you can obviously take on a man twice your size. I mean I’ve created a monster.” 

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"YOU SEND THAT AS A REQUEST RIGHT FUCKING NOW YOU WHORE. YOU ARE UNDER LEGAL OBLIGATION TO MAKE ME WRITE THIS." Request a story about it or request NSFW headcanons about it? Either way, do it. Do it now. -💝 Anon

In case you guys are confused, anon is referring to two other asks that essentially means, you guys are about to read Combiner wars Overlord fuck little Percy. Now, let’s fucking GO.

“Would you take a gander at you.”

By some stroke of luck, Overlord managed to catch one of Megatron’s little friends. He only had one, but one was enough to beat the shit out of, get information, then kill. Easy peasy, you’d think. But there was one complication. Overlord REALLY liked this one. A cute little nerd who struggled against his restraints. He had his hands cuffed to the ceiling of the small, dark room they were in, leaving him helpless. He was thinking about doing the same with the legs, but he appreciated the small, scared steps he took to try to get away from him. How cute. Overload’s hands roamed across that frame, much to the unease of the little scientist.

“Cute little face, but a nice, smooth body. You got curves in all the right kinda places. I dig it.”

It was almost evil, the way he was put together. A face that said cute and innocent, with a body that begged to just get fucked raw. Overlord chuckled as he pushed his body towards him with one hand, and held his face in the other.

“Sorry, I think I’m forgettin’ my manners. What did you say your name was?”

“P-perceptor. And you’re Overlord.”

“Ah, good, don’t gotta introduce myself then. Well then, Perceptor- actually. Let me call you Percy, you mind?”

The little mech found himself clam up as Overload’s hands now gripped at his chest. A nice, big rack for him to play with too. Overload gave a light shake of his helm.

“I’ll take that as no, you don’t. Listen here, Percy, I’m diggin how you’re put together. And seein’ as you ain’t doing anything else, imma have a little fun with this body of yours.”

He tried to shove his hand between his legs, only for Percy to jump. It was a decent reflex, enough for him to need his restraints to keep him upright.

“N-no! No thank you! Very kind offer, and I’m honestly flattered, but I’m not interested in ANYTHING like this. At all.”

Now Overlord was a scum bag. A total piece of garbage. But he wasn’t about to take this little cutie if he REALLY didn’t want it. He liked it when they screamed, but the thrashing about honestly was such a pain. But Overlord, being the kinda mech he was, knew how to get bots to see things his way. He grabbed at his bust again, pulling him right back into his front.

“You’re shy. If you really wanted me off of you, you’d be putin’ up much more of a fight. What is it…”

He thought for a moment, before piecing it together. The averted gaze. The only slight hesitation to his touches. Overlord suddenly barked in laughter, patting his little cheek.

“Wait a minute now! I know what’s your deal. Ain’t nobody ever touched you before, huh?”

Percy averted his gaze. So he was right. Not only was this little nerd a snack, he was a snack that no one had taken a bite out of yet. This was too good to be true. He grabbed a hold of that little chin, slowly running his glossa across those little lips. He didn’t turn away, didn’t act grossed out. He was a slut dressed in a nerd packaging. How precious.

“Hey, don’t worry, Percy. I know I’m a big, mean mech, but I’ll go easy on you. I’ll make you like it so bad, you ain’t ever wanna leave this place.”

Overlord pressed his lips against his, and in that moment of surprise, he dipped his servo between his legs, and opened his spike panel. Percy gasped, and tried to move, only to stop. Overlord’s hands were responsible for who knows how many deaths. But right here and now, it felt so good, letting him stroke his spike. It was slow, totally firm against him. Enough to make Percy’s helm fall back, right onto Overlord’s chest.

“Look at ya, liking it already. You like it when a big, mean mech touches you here, don’t you? What about here?”

He reached for the valve panel, only for Percy to jolt away from him. So skittish. Their optics met, and Percy’s was full of embarrassment.

“I...well. I’ve never opened it, apart from medical examinations. You’ll forgive me if I don’t exactly trust you anywhere near it.”

Overlord should've been pissed. But honestly? He was just incredibly amused. He let go of him, only to slowly walk in front of him.

“Percy Percy Percy….come on. I ain’t treating you nothin’ but fair. I know you think I’m mean, but I can be SO nice to you.”

“W-what are you doing?”

“Imma do the best I can~”

Overlord shot him a wink as he got to his knees, and enveloped that spike between his lips. Percy would have fallen to the floor, had it not been for the restraints. Percy was liking it so much, he was absolutely trembling, watching in lustfull adoration as Overlord slowly pushed him back and forth into his mouth. No one even BLEW this helpless thing. Overlord slowly pulled him out of his mouth, watching as Percy tried to excuse his erect, throbbing gerth.

“I-i don’t- I’m not sure If I-”

“Percy, baby, lemme tell you somethin’”

He started, taking moments in between to lick and kiss along that gerth. Each time was met with a fierce, hard throb, Overlord kept thinking the little guy was gonna bust at any moment.

“You’d think amongst this fightin’ combiners, religious mumbo jumbo, even stuff like the titans, I’d be more focused on it. But no. Amongst the lineup of things I wanted to get my hands on, REALLY fuck over, I chose you. I wouldn’t take that lightly. And I’m kinda thinkin’ this is going right out your little audials, ain't it science boy?”

He looked up at the panting, steaming little Percy above him. Overlord WAS going to kill everything in sight, and that little valve was his next target. Overlord got up, and walked back behind him. This time, Percy was far more welcoming to his touches, pushing against him eagerly, and even groaning as he played with that nice, cute bust of his. Overlord popped his spike panel open, and pressed it right up against his lower back. Percy gasped (flattering really), and stiffened in his hands.

“Is. Is t-that-”

“My spike? Mhmm. And it’s gonna fuck that pretty little valve of yours till your bathing in me.”

“W-wait I don’t think it’d f-fit-”

Percy was silenced as Overlord held his hips, and slowly started to run it past his thighs. Dripping in fluids, it fucked his thighs slowly, but nonetheless made him whimper and mewl. He was terrified, but he so wanted it. It was a wonderful smell that made Overlord damn hungry.

“That’s it baby. Loosen up for me. Overlord gonna fuck you nice and good.”

“G-good is the one thing I’m sure this isn’t-”

He was cut off as his valve panel suddenly opened. Now Overlord’s huge, hot spike was gliding against his sensitive, virgin valve. Every time it brushed up against him, he let out a shuddering moan, clearly tempted to bust already. Overlord clicked his glossa, making sure his head brushed up against that cherry red node from time to time.

“You autobots and your ‘good and bad’. My motto is, if it feels good, do it. And you feel REALLY good, Percy. You got a little body just right for a big guy like me.”

That was when he got a firm hold of those hips, and pushed himself in. He could've been more graceful about it, but that valve was practically screaming to have him inside. Percy let out a scream as he overloaded, getting nice and tight around his spike. As if he didn’t feel good enough already. Percy whimpered, maybe in some ploy of mercy, before Overlord caught himself almost snickering. Still keeping a hold of his thighs, he started to move, making Percy give out little cries each and every time.

“There we go. Don’t I feel good, Percy?”

When there was no response, Overlord grabbed his neck, TIGHTLY, and nearly growled in his audial.

“I said, don’t I feel good, boy?”

“Y-you feel very good!”

The line itself was cute, as well as how he said it, but the way he looked. Percy’s mouth was wet in drool, and his body kept itself warm, tight, eager for more. Overlord gripped tighter, liking Percy’s cute little choking sounds.

“You like it when I choke you, don’t you? I wouldn’t be lookin’ all ashamed. A little experimenting never hurt nobody.”

He chuckled. Percy didn’t seem to find it too funny, given the fact that he was too busy taking a spike as big as his forearm. He was handling it so well, Overlord figured he’d reward him. He unclipped the cuffs from above them, and suddenly he was on the floor, holding the little one on his lap, and shoving himself fully inside of him. Percy cried out from all of his nodes suddenly flaring to life with pleasure, but even then, Overlord wouldn’t let him rest. He started to thrust into him, hips darting it to really slam into that valve of his. Percy wasn’t even fighting it. Like Unicron’s darkness, Percy was becoming corrupted in all things guilty and extreme.

“I-i’m not sure I can-!”

“You gonna take it, boy. Look at you. Takin’ it so good already, you can handle the little mess imma make.”

Overlord’s spike was bulging against his plating at every slam, body trying to accommodate its size. Percy felt at the bulge, seeming to be fascinated with it. Overlord swore under his breath. He was so ready for his turn, he wanted this little loser to feel all of him.

“Look at that. Look at how I’m bulging inside of you. That’s MY spike in you, and it’s about to pump you full.”

Overlord used one of his hand to rub at that little node of his, and in but a few moments, they overloaded. Percy was first, nearly screaming as Overlord not only fucked him right through it, but promptly overloaded in him right after. It must've been a while since last he had a little fun, because his spike did NOT go easy on him. Pumping him full of enough overload to bloat him, Percy whimpered and whined the whole way through. Overlord grinned as soon as he felt his processor catch up to the rest of him.

“Hooo...I know I made some messes in my day, but damn aren’t you somethin’ else.”

Overlord held the little mech in his arms, rubbing the bulge still present on his new little toy. Overlord leaned up, one hand groping at those soiled tits of his, and shoving his glossa down his intake. Percy welcomed him fully, groaning and mewling at the attention. Overlord liked to destroy things till they crumbled.

And Overlord was going to do JUST that with Megatron’s little friend.

#asks #lemon #overlord #percy #listen #picture this too #overlord just sticking his dick in percy #and percy just rubbing at the bulge to make him nut inside of him #or the new goth roddy helping by stroking him so he could nut inside that little valve #i have a problem #i need to get laid

[holylulusworld]

My favorite Captain

Summary:

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader; Carol Danvers x fem!Reader

Characters: Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes

Warnings: angst, language, shy reader, awkward situations, concurrence, Tony being Tony, implied smut (it’s barely there), love triangle

Divider by @writeyourmindaway​

“So, will you tell us who it is? Come on, Y/N. We both know you’ve got a huge crush. Stop lying to us, young lady,” you giggle, feeling your cheeks heat up as Natasha and Wanda won’t stop bugging you.

“You know that we will not tell anyone, Y/N. Just tell us. I wanna know who your secret crush is. Tony, Clint, or maybe Bucky?”

“No,” you whine, hiding your face in the palms of your hands. “Can you not stop asking. I’m sure the person doesn’t return my feelings, okay. Look at me and then look at-“ you bite your tongue as you almost let a name slip. “Stop bugging me!”

“Y/N Y/L/N, we will not leave you alone until you tell us a name. I’m a master at interrogating people,” Natasha grins. “Come one. We are bored and need anything to talk about. Give us juicy details.”

“Fine,” you look around the hallway, biting your lower lip. “I might have fallen for a certain captain,” Wanda squeals, grasps your hand to get more details.

“Tell us more! When? Where? How long? Will you tell them?” you roll your eyes at Wanda’s questions, knowing all too well your feelings will remain unrequited.

“Like half a year ago. On the first mission together. And no – I will not tell them!” you purse your lips, aiming one finger at Wanda. “None of you will tell anyone either or I’ll kill you and make it look like an accident, I swear!”

Whilst you warn your friends – Carol, and Steve smile dopey. “I fell for her too,” both Captains admit to each other.

“Wait. What?” Steve frowns when Carol looks at him, giving him a warning glare before she pokes her finger into his chest. “She's referring to me.“

“Bitch, she's clearly talking about me,” Carol glares at Steve. “You will keep your hands to yourself. My shy little mouse is mine.”

“Captain, I must ask you to not hit on my doll. She’s all mine. I’m sure she meant me, not you, Carol,” hands-on his hips Steve declares you are his girl.

“Fuck off,” Carol retorts. “This girl is mine, not yours, Steve. Look for someone else. She’s obviously in love with me.”

“No, she isn’t. Y/N is my girl, not yours. You better accept your defeat and leave her alone, Captain Danvers. If you excuse me now; I’m going to ask her out.”

At the kitchen, not half an hour later you find yourself crowded by Steve and Carol. Somehow everyone else found an excuse to usher out of the room.

“So, do you like bikes?” Steve clears his throat, forcing a conversation on you.

“You mean if I like to ride one, Captain?” Steve grins, loving the way you used his title to address him. “I don’t know, to be honest. I never rode one before.”

“How about we go for a ride?” Carol jumps in, pushing Steve out of her way. She smiles widely, offers you a tea, the one she made for you whilst hitting on you as if her life depends on it. “Today?”

“I think Y/N wanted to go for a ride with me, Captain Danvers,” Steve quips. Oh-Captain America is a sore loser sometimes. “Right, Y/N?”

“I-I,” overwhelmed by their presence you start to whimper, before, without a warning, you dash out of the room, calling for Nat and Wanda on your way to your room.

“Well, that went well, Captain,” Carol sighs. “Did you have to scare her, Steve?”

“Me?” offended Steve looks at Carol, giving her a disapproving snort. “I tried to invite Y/N and you had to jump in and steal my date. Now she ran out of the room and it’s your fault!”

“No, it’s yours, Capsicle,” using the nickname Tony gave Steve on purpose Carol pushes against his chest. “That girl is mine, hands-off, Captain, or I’ll fight dirty.”

“I can fight dirty too,” Bucky snorts at Steve’s words while Sam stuffs popcorn into his mouth, enjoying the show. Clint and Tony joined ‘the show’ moments after you stormed out of the room and now they are all busy to watch Steve and Carol fight over you.

“Ten on capsicle to get a date with her,” Tony says.

“Twenty on Carol,” Sam retorts.

“Fifty on me,” Bucky snickers when all eyes land on him. “What? I’m not a Captain but a Sergeant. Maybe she got the title wrong, guys and lady. Now let me think about-“ pressed into the wall by Carol seconds later Bucky huffs. “I was just joking.”

“I said,” Carol glares at Bucky, “that girl is mine.”

“No, mine,” Steve runs out of the kitchen to get to your room before Carol gets the chance to talk to you first but Carol won’t give up that easily. After glaring at everyone in the kitchen one last time, she runs after Steve.

“To your left, Captain,” she smirks, easily outrunning Steve to knock at your door. “Y/N, please open the door. It’s me, your favorite Captain.”

“Doll, I’m here too, Y/N. I know I’m your favorite Captain,” Steve grins when Carol makes a face. He won’t lose you – no way.

“Captains?” dumbfounded you open the door, looking at Steve and Carol. “What can I do for you?”

“Tell us who you are in love with,” you gasp at Carol’s words. “We need to know as we feel the same. Now tell us and we can go on a date.”

“No, she will go on a date with me,” Steve insists. “She’s mine,” you whimper as Carol and Steve start to fight over you.

“Captains,” you try to find your voice when you to explain your feelings. “I like you both equally,” you blur out, eyes wide and fearful. “I can’t tell you that I like one more, Captains. I’m sorry.”

“You like us both?” humming Carol pinches the bridge of her nose. “You mean, you want us both?”

“Kinda,” you bite the inside of your cheek, chewing on it until you taste blood. “I can’t help it, Captain Danvers. You’re both so-,” unsure if you should tell them you dreamed of having both in a more intimate way you giggle.

“Doll,” Steve hums silently before he steps closer. “Does this mean you want us both to make love to you?”

“CAPTAIN ROGERS,” you gasp but your eyes lit up when Carol roamed your body with hungry eyes. “YES.”

“Oh-fuck me,” Natasha gasps. “Girl got a thing for both, Wanda. Clint won, again,” Wanda opens her wallet to hand Clint fifty bucks.

“It’s no fun to bet against Clint,” pouting Wanda looks at the money in Clint’s hand. “Such a shame we lost again.”

“Okay, everyone gets the fuck out of the hallway,” Carol glares at her teammates. “Steve, Y/N, and I will have a serious conversation now.”

“Will you be naked?” Tony calls from the end of the hallways. “Can you tape it? We’d like to have a detailed report.”

“We should clarify one thing – I will not give Y/N up, Steve.” adamant Carol grasps for your hand.

“Neither will I,” Steve takes your other hand, presses soft kisses to your knuckles. “What now? I mean-?”

“You could share me,” sometimes you can’t stop your mouth from running, that’s such a moment. “I mean, we could go on a date, all three of us. I’d like to have my favorite Captains all to myself tonight.”

“Steve?”

“Carol?” looking at each other your favorite captains agree to go on a date with you.

“It’s settled then,” you drag Steve and Carol into your room, ignoring Tony who sneaked closer to your room to spy on you. “We will eat in my room and talk.”

“Talk right,” Tony grunts. “Capsicle, wear a condom. Captain Glow don’t blind our best girl with your powers. If Capsicle gets her pregnant, I’ll be the godfather.”

“Tony, can you just not,” dragging Tony away Natasha grunts. “Stop bugging Y/N. Let them do-“  Natasha laughs, when you slam the door shut, exclaiming both captains are yours now. “Well, I guess we just lost our most adored bachelor and bachelorette to Y/N.”

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[hubbytaeil]

request: mark lee smut please :3

a/n: thank you for your request! I think I got a little bit carried away… I’m sorry if it’s too long and not that good :(

Genre: summer camp!au, smut

Characters: Mark Lee x Female Reader ft. Johnny, Jaehyun, Lucas, Sicheng

Word count: 3051

Summary: Mark Lee may be terrible at basketball but he sure compensates in other departments.

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As much as you denied it, you loved summer camp, you adored sleeping in a bungalow with your friends, sitting around a bonfire while playing random songs on your ukulele and swimming in the lake nearby. More than anything, you loved how many sports you were able to play. Every summer the campers would be divided in two teams and they would have to compete against each other in various matches. This year you were part of the team called Tigers and you couldn’t wait for the competition to start.

“Are you ready for the first match of the summer?!” one of the camp counsellors shouted into a megaphone while everyone was still having breakfast. All the campers responded with loud cheers. “Enjoy the rest of your breakfast, I’ll see you all at the basketball court at 10AM. But first… can I hear some cheers for the Tigers?!”. Your team started clapping their hands, slamming their fists on the table and you chanted with a few other girls the teams name. “Can I hear the Dragons now?!”. The opposing team did the exact same thing, some members even stood up throwing their hands in the air. To be precise, there were three guys who were giving it their all to cheer. The shorter one of the three who were standing up shouted “Dragons rule!” while pointing at your table. You looked at him and rolled your eyes in the most visible way possible so that he could see. He was clearly irritated by your reaction but you couldn’t care less and turned back around

“I think you pissed off Mark Lee, y/n. He’s staring, like, really hard”. “Who?” you answered unbothered, although you were tempted to turn around and a look for yourself. Your friend Lily explained that this was his first time at this camp and that he had a bit of a reputation back in his hometown. “A reputation for what?” you asked with your eyes never leaving your bowl. “A reputation for being so hot!” she responded excited and the other girls in your team giggled. “You guys have terrible taste, let me tell you.” You pointed out while smirking. “Look who’s talking! Also, have you seen his friends? The one on the right is called Jaehyun and I think the other one is called Johnny. Damn… I’d climb that like a tree.” “Lily! What the fuck!” you almost shouted while laughing. “Oh God, they’re all staring at you now. Quick don’t turn- wait I said don’t turn around, y/n!”. You ignored Lily’s words as you shot a deadly stare at the guys but they continued untroubled. The one whose name was Johnny leaned over to Mark to whisper something in his ear and he laughed in response, without taking his eyes off of you. This whole situation was getting on your nerves; you wished you could’ve smacked that little smirk off his face. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Are you practicing your sad face for when we’re going to kick your ass?” Mark exclaimed while fist bumping Jaehyun. You grinned mockingly at that remark. “You’ve got a lot of confidence for such a short guy, are you sure you can play darling?”. Mark’s friends started laughing at your comeback and hit his arm. “I like her.” Said Johnny in between laughs and Mark glared at his friend, hurt in his pride. Then he turned to you and mouthed “See you on the court.” You couldn’t be bothered with giving him an answer.

The boys’ teams were first up in the line-up. When the Dragons arrived on the court you and other team mates started booing. Mark met your gaze and threw a middle finger up in your direction. In response, you decided to throw him off so you put your hand on your lips and blew him a kiss. Mark was clearly taken back and his cheeks turned bright red. You laughed and shouted “Loser!”. Soon after your team joined the court and you stood up clapping enthusiastically while rooting for your friends. “Go Lucas! Show them how it’s done!” you exclaimed as loud as you could. Your friend Lucas in response pointed at you and winked, which made the crowd howl. “Wow, are we in High School Musical or something?” said Lily while clinging on your arm. “Did you…?” “Lily, doesn’t your mind get tired from thinking about sex so much?” “I’m just asking! I mean he’s hot, who wouldn’t try to get with him?” “Right.” You smirked while thoughts of the night before started invading your mind. Hot, sweaty bodies pressing against each other as the moonlight reflects softly on the water. Whispers, low grunts and inaudible swears filling the air around you. Big hands kneading your ass and your palms pressed on Lucas’ muscular chest. Your cheeks burned as you started to picture those moments, you looked down and then back at Lucas as he was getting ready. He smiled at you and you reciprocated. Lily was quick to notice. “Wait… no way! You go girl!” she wasn’t exactly subtle and you blocked your hand on her mouth but people were already staring, even Mark whose eyes would go back and forth between you and Lucas. Then he turned to Johnny and said something to him while holding his fists. Almost immediately, Johnny started walking in your direction as Mark protested and Jaehyun held him in his place.

“Y/n!” shouted Johnny to get your attention. “What do you want?” you answered with a poisonous tone from the bleachers. “Me and the boys want to make a bet.” You cracked a fake smile at the proposal, but surprisingly you were in interested in what they had thought of. “If we win, you and Mark are going on a canoe ride together tonight.” All the campers knew what taking the canoes at night meant, it was everyone’s excuse to go fool around in peace. You looked at Mark as he avoided your gaze, clearly embarrassed. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re the worst wingman ever, dude?” you said while crossing your arms in front of you. “What? Too scared to say yes?” you didn’t want to appear weak so you accepted. “I mean, our team is going to win anyway, so saying yes won’t hurt. On two conditions.” “What is it?” asked Johnny. You beat around the bush for a few moments as you watched Mark’s reaction at every single words you said. You couldn’t explain how pleased you were while seeing him struggle. “Both the boys and the girls’ team have to win. If only one of them wins, the bet is off. And If we win both times, you are going with Lily on the canoe.” Lily widened her eyes in surprise. Johnny gave her a bright smile in response “Deal!” and then walked back to his team as soon as he heard the whistle. “Y/n… we have to beat them. We must” exclaimed your friend. You just laughed, confident in your team’s skills. You saw Lucas in the corner of your eye with an angry expression on his face. Trying not to let anyone around you notice, you pointed at him and then pointed at your pouting lips. He couldn’t stay mad at you for long and your cute expression only gave him more motivation to win.

As expected, Lucas was a great player; there wasn’t a time where he would be caught slipping, his eyes were always on the ball and his movements were swift and neat. Although the opposing team had very competent players like Jaehyun, who would give them a hard time, Lucas would never miss a hoop. As the referee’s whistle marked the Tigers’ victory, everyone stood up and clapped. Lucas came running straight to you and you climbed down the bleachers to meet him halfway and congratulate him. “You were fantastic- Lucas!” out of the blue he lifted you from the ground and held you in a tight hug. “I’m sorry, I’m all sweaty.” You felt him pout in the crook of your neck. “It doesn’t matter.” You replied while putting your arms around him lovingly. All the others members of the team started making fun of you with all sorts of jokes and you were starting to get embarrassed. “Please, put me down now.” You said with a shy smile on your face. “Just one moment.” Said Lucas as he started spinning around with you still attached to his neck, making you dizzy and causing just louder noises from the others. “C’mon Lucas, she has to play, put her down!” said Sicheng, trying to cool down the situation. After he finally put you down and got his lips closer to your ear making you shiver. “Now go win so you can get out of that stupid bet.” You moved away to meet his gaze. “You know I always come in first.” You replied with a smirk. “Oh, I know” chuckled Lucas while pinching your hip playfully.

The girls’ teams match was just as upbeat and exciting, if not more. From time to time while playing, you could see Mark in the corner of your eye as he scratched his knee nervously. You felt uneasy at how many times you had made eye contact during the entire match. There you were, in a pool of sweat in your basketball shorts and a crop-top, unaware of your charms in that moment. Unaware of Mark’s deepest thoughts as he watched your glistening body bounce at every jump. As you shot the last lay-up, you heard a whistle. “The Tigers are our winners today!”. You turned to Lily and started jumping in excitement. Soon you were all cheering in a circle as you rejoiced in your victory. You caught a glimpse at the losers and you nodded your head to make them come closer. Mark was the only one that stayed in his place. You held out both your hands to Jaehyun and Johnny. “Good game.” You exclaimed with a smile. Both guys shook your hands while smirking. “Also, you’d better get your canoe ready, big guy. My friend Lily is not a cheap date.” You winked at him and then turned to a rather embarassed Lily.

As the sun was setting, everyone was busy setting up the tables for dinner. Lucas was helping you put on a tablecloth, never taking his eyes off of you. “What?” you said playfully. “You look great in that skirt.” He mouthed so he could not be heard. After you finished, he put his arm around you and kissed you softly on the cheek as you two sat down with your friends. Once again, you were drawn to Mark who was standing in the corner of the main room silently. He noticed your gaze and quickly avoided it. You kind of felt bad, after hurting his ego all day long. All of a sudden, the camp counsellor entered to make an announcement. Two people were going to collect some extra firewood for the bonfire that night. The groans and complains of the campers didn’t move the old man at all. “Okay, let’s see whose turn is it… Mark and y/n’s turn!”. Took by surprise, your jaw dropped. He was the last person you wanted to be alone with and you were sure that the feeling was mutual. You felt Lucas’ arm twitch around from jealousy but you put your hand on his leg to reassure him. “I don’t like him. Not even a bit.” “I don’t either.” You weren’t sure if you truly believed those words or you just wanted please Lucas.

Twenty minutes had probably passed after you had left the main room. As you and Mark were walking through the woods in complete silence - you wondered if you had ever felt so awkward in your whole life. But you also felt pity for him, this guy had been the target of all the jokes for the entire day, not only by the opposing team but also his friends. “Mark…” you uttered hesitantly, which caused him to look at you while he was holding a bunch of wood pieces. “I’m sorry about today.” “For what? It’s not your fault if Johnny’s an asshole and never thinks before opening his mouth.” You noticed his muscles tightening around the logs revealing two strong biceps you hadn’t noticed before. “But what does it matter to you anyway? You’ve got your pretty little boyfriend waiting for you, am I right?” “He’s not my boyfriend.” Mark shot his eyes at you with a relieved expression. “You know what? I think you’re jealous.” you fired back. “N-no, I’m not jealous! What the fuck.” “You seemed like you were this morning.” You raised your eyebrow at him. He froze and the spot but soon after a grin appeared on his face. “Oh, you thought I was jealous? No sweetie, I was just thinking about how that guy’s so tall that he can’t fuck you right.” Mark’s dirty words caught you off guard and as much as you tried to feel disgusted, you were undeniably turned on by his boldness. “You’ve been talking such a big game all day, but I bet you’re all talk and no actions.” You pointed out while biting your lips unconsciously. Mark did not talk back, he just threw all the logs to the ground, grabbed your face fiercely with both of his hands as he started kissing you roughly. You cursed yourself at how easily you had given in to the kiss. Your mouths were clashing against each other, both of you fighting to assert dominance, resulting in even sloppier kisses that only made you feel wetter than you already were. He grabbed your ass as he pushed you against him and you inevitably felt his boner against your denim skirt, which made you moan against his mouth. Then he started attacking your neck as you began grinding your core against his to get some sort of relief. “Want my cock that bad, uh?” “Yes, too bad there’s an asshole attached to it.” You said in between moans while grabbing his length over his jeans. He grunted at your remark but completely forgot his anger as you jerked him off painfully slow. While your hand worked on his member, he slipped a hand under your skirt, making you squirm. After a few minutes you moved him away, causing Mark to frown. “Get on the ground.” You ordered. “What?! No way, what if I don’t want to?” then you got closer to his face “Either you get on the ground right now, or you don’t get to fuck me.” You replied with devilish look, as if some sort of sex demon had possessed you on the spot. And Mark loved that. He followed your orders with no more complains. You got on top of him, pushed up your skirt and removed your soaking panties, revealing yourself in all your glory as Mark licked his lips. As you adjusted yourself on him, he grabbed your breasts eagerly and was caught by surprise when he realised that you were not wearing a bra. You smirked at his incredulous face and you slowly guided his own hands on your bosom. The sight of you grinding so hungrily on him as you threw your head back lost in your own pleasure, had Mark feeling light-headed. You, on the other hand, were no different. Letting Mark get his way with you in the middle of that forest did something to you, you couldn’t put it into words. You forgot about everything, about that stupid basketball game, about dinner, the logs, about Lucas. Every thought was washed away by Mark’s sweet moans as he kissed your nipples over your shirt. Completely out of patience you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants finally freeing his cock. “Come here.” Grunted Mark while grabbing you by the hips. You looked into each other’s eyes as he entered your wet entrance. You mouth released a silent moan as you held on to his shoulders for balance. His cock felt so good inside you, all you could do was moan and sigh desperately. “Damn, you’re loud, baby.” Mark managed to exclaim. You grabbed his jaw with one hand as you kept fucking yourself on him “Shut up and fuck me right like you said you would.” Your words made Mark’s eyes turn dark. He grabbed your hips once again and fully lay down as he pounded into you way harder than before, making you see stars. You tried to hold back your moans by forcing your hand on your lips, fearing someone might hear you, but Mark wasn’t helping. “I wish I could’ve done this during the game, when you were wearing those basketball shorts. God, you looked so fucking hot. I could’ve just fucked you in the middle of the court- oh, God.” His words made you clench around him resulting in him losing his ability to form any sentences.”S-so that’s w-why you were s-staring? Because y-you wanted- oh God!” your words were cut off as he started playing with your clit. You were both so needy for each other, so eager as you chased your highs. You pushed your head in the crook of his neck, getting lost in his scent as he hit your sweet spot repeatedly. “P-please, m-make me come.” That was last sentence you were able to utter. He nodded as he kissed your lips. “I’ll make you come so hard, don’t worry.” All it took you were a few more moments and soon after you felt an explosive orgasm taking over both you. You grasped a fist of Mark’s hair as you rode out your high. Then you pushed yourself off of him and lay on the ground next to him. Pants filled the air as they became one with the chirping of birds. You turned your head to face Mark only to find out that his eyes were already on you. You blushed. “Oh so, just a few moments ago you were ordering me to fuck you and now you’re blushing? I don’t get you at all.” He chuckled and the sound of his laugh made your heart flatter. “But that’s why I like you.” You looked at him and smiled. You shifted to your side and put your hand on his as you pressed your lips on the corner of his mouth. “We should do this more often.”

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love you miles away [teddy jin x reader]

Summary: [Giftfic for a friend.] You're leaving for the holidays and require a big, strong man to help you lug your shit onto a train. Well, you suppose Teddy will do.

Genre: Romance, fluff

Date: December 25, 2020

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Snowflakes fall gently from the sky, illuminated by the setting sun and dripping orange skyline.

It was one of those nights where the cold bit into your skin just right.

A soft blanket of snow draped over the sleepy district of Yeongduengpo, tucking in it’s stony-faced homes and tinkering bell chime doors for a restful night.

You inhaled deeply, the chilly winter air cooling your skin and slowing your heartbeat. You could smell bits of the city when the breeze willed it, catching the tart scent of smog and cigarette smoke from wayward winds.

You turn away from the audacious city of Yeongdeungpo, it’s glimmering golden lights and sky-risen buildings growing stale to taste.

A train would be coming soon to whisk you away for the holidays, bringing you to a far more remote location and away from bustling pedestrians and honking streetcars.

“Come on, slowpoke! You’re going to make me late!”

A blond man trailed not too far behind you, arms and shoulders full of bags and luggage. He shoots you a look and you can’t help but laugh at his sorry state. After all, you might’ve given him the heavier bags.

“Hey! I’m going to make us late? What the hell is up with all this shit you packed? Are you going on vacation or moving to Australia?”

You leave him to fume with a giggle on your lips, much to Teddy’s distaste. You had needed some help moving some of your luggage today, and you couldn’t think of anyone better than the guy who acted tough but couldn’t say no to save his life.

“Hey, slow down!” He cried out behind you, faltering a bit when passerbys turned to watch at the commotion.

He jogs and catches up with you, hair gleaming in the city lights.

“So what are you even going into the countryside for?” Teddy asks, adjusting the bag across the expanse of his chest.

You look away, careful to avoid letting your eyes linger for too long.

“Well, ya know. Just the annual family visit.”

He looks skyward, letting out a whistle. “Damn. At least you get to travel a bit, this shithole is suffocating around the holiday season. Too many damn tourists.”

Just as he says this, a sign flickers to life above your heads. You peer up at the neon glow above and snicker, gesturing to Teddy.

“Hey look, thirty percent off Subreme leather bags. You can get this one to replace the one Gray trashed in the rain last time.”

Teddy flusters, blowing hair out of his eyes and snorting. “Ugh, seriously? You’re intolerable. I should just dump all your crap on the floor and go home.”

You poke fun at him a bit more because you know he won’t despite his huffiness.

You had met Teddy long before he broke things off with Phillip Kim. His violent reputation preceded him of course, so you were shocked to catch him outside of a pet store, ogling newborn kittens in the rain.

Though you remained friends through his more voracious phase, you had always tried to coax him out of street violence. Your requests fell on deaf ears before his belligerence and haughtiness were vanquished by Gray handing his ass to him. You hadn’t heard the details, but since then, Teddy had mellowed out nearly completely despite trouble seeming to follow him.

You sneak a look at Teddy. Despite his somewhat frail appearance, his arms bulged slightly under the weight of your bags. Of course it was no secret that lithe as he was, Teddy was definitely not scrawny. In the backdrop of the candied orange sky, his pale blond hair gave an almost divine glow. The snow settled upon it readily, as if nature herself were trying to take claim to the starlight he produced.

Teddy was far too good a person to succumb to carnage, you had always thought this. His brash and rowdy exterior was utilized to scare those he deemed needed scaring, but and oftentimes you looked upon his elegant features and gentle nature, wondering how someone as soft-hearted as Teddy could land such dire hits in a fight.

You clear your throat and divert your gaze as he returns your staring with a questioning look.

“So what are you doing this break?” You ask, peeking at your watch.

Fifteen minutes until the train arrives.

“Not much. Same as usual. Maybe laze around and wonder why my friends use me as a pack mule."

“Oh you—” You lean over and try to grab a bag from Teddy, but he twists away from you with a smirk. You can tell he wants to laugh at you from the way his dark blue eyes curve, practically feline in it’s nature.

“We’re nearly there, don’t try and take these from me now!”

You roll your eyes and listen to the rhythmic beat of your luggage wheels upon the concrete sidewalk, savoring this moment with the mischievous delinquent.

Both of you come across the stairs leading into the station and make your way up, Teddy assisting with hoisting bags over the gate, though not without his share of whining.

“Ah, geez. I’m gonna be fucking sore tomorrow. You better tip me for this service.”

“Oh hush up you big baby. Don’t make me toss your present out the window.”

Teddy begins to retort but bites his tongue when he hears about the present. He becomes reticent immediately, lips pursing and eyes busy reading departure times on the electronic billboards.

You shake your head and smile to yourself, not missing the blush dusting his cheeks. His tough façade couldn't fool you for a second, he would always be just a touch too shy. You recalled the times he asked your opinion on whether or not he had made new friends at Eungang, despite kicking ass beside them on multiple occasions.

You rub your hands together and blow warm air on them, condensation immediately catching on your fingers and chilling you even more.

“Come on, loser. We’ve got a train to catch.”

You grab his hand, still cold from the winter wind, and pull him along.

When you get to the platform, you find that the train has already been situated at the station, doors ajar and waiting for a few straggling passengers.

“Oh, shit. Teddy, my bags!”

You rush into the train and find an empty seat, dispensing your items into the overhead storage. Teddy follows close behind, dumping the remainder of your belongings on the train floor beside your seat, rolling his shoulders and enjoying his newfound freedom.

“Ah, that fuckin’ sucked.”

“Tell me about it.” You followed in suit, stretching out your back. “I’ve never heard so much whining in my entire life.”

Teddy sucked his teeth and reeled back, as if to punch you, then flicked your forehead instead.

“Ow! Teddy!”

“Keep talking like that and I’ll take all of this back outside.”

You rubbed at your head, thinking of all the ways to get back at the little punk until the intercom sounded static, then an announcement came on.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the train is now scheduled to depart. Please take your seats and keep all valuables by your persons. Thank you, and have a safe ride.”

Your eyes met Teddy’s and you almost thought he looked reluctant to leave for a second, then he sighed and began walking away.

“Thank god, I’ve had my fill for the day.”

Oh, the asshole.

You tailed him to the door of the train, “Teddy, your present!”

He stops just outside the door, situated on the platform.

“What? Oh, I nearly forgot.” He billows mist from his mouth as he speaks, lips pressed into a peculiar smile that ensured you he hadn’t forgotten for a second.

“Come here.” You wave him over, unveiling a wrapped gift from your pocket.

He scooches closer timidly, eyes searching for anything but you. “Thanks, I guess.”

You grin at his signature Teddy awkwardness. For every second he tried to hide how happy he was, you swore you’d strangle him in a hug.

When he’s finally close enough, you hold out the present to him. He reaches forward to accept it and that’s when you shift, pulling him closer and pressing his chapped lips on yours, warmed by the heating of the train.

His near-violet eyes widen, taking in your proximity, your hands on him, your lips on his own. Only when he begins to return the sentiment does the chime for the doors play, and you pull away just as the doors seal shut, chuckling when you notice his lips follow yours for a brief second.

You give him a cheeky grin from behind the door and point to his hands, still grasping the present.

“I’ll see you later” You mouth to him, then make a heart with your hands.

You expect him to fake a gag or even pretend to wipe his lips, but he reacts with nothing, only pressing his fingers to his mouth in disbelief.

You wave until the train pulls away, out of the station, and until you’re just a speck in the distance, the only thing warming Teddy being the heat still residing in his cheeks.

He looks down at the present and feels it crinkle in his grasp, tips of his fingers reddened from the cold. He looks around auspiciously for witnesses, and when he sees none, peels away at the paper carefully with agile hands, heartbeat still thrumming in his throat.

A pair of designer leather gloves sat inside, alongside a pink notecard.

“Something to keep you warm until I come back!”

You had signed off with little hearts and strange faces, a trademark of your strange personality that Teddy had come to endear.

“Sheesh,” Teddy huffs, holding the gloves to his pounding chest, already feeling hotter. “What a weirdo.”

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