#please sir may i have some more ahh fit

[jeontaeil-archived]

After Hours

Pairing: CEO!Yeonjun x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut; Fem Receiving, Blowjob, Face Fucking, Choking, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Sex

Words: 2.19k+

Warnings: 18+ content

⋆ 8 o’clock. The time when all your colleagues bid each other farewell and expectantly head home for the weekend while you and Yeonjun lock the doors of his office to have some fun of your own⋆

It was a Friday. The last working day before the weekend began. Everyone’s eyes impatiently darted between their work and the clock. It was only a matter of seconds before it would be time to go home. 

You too were anxious for the day to come to an end. The past few days had been incredibly demanding. Hours and hours of meetings along with late night business calls. Not to mention the fact that you were running on a cumulated 11 hours of sleep. Any more work and you were certain your brain would turn to mush. 

Soon enough, but no doubt what had felt like ages of waiting, the clock struck 8. Everyone was up and out of their chairs within the blink of an eye, more than eager to return to the comfort of their homes after a deadeningly tiring week.

Grabbing your coat and bag you waited for everyone to enter the elevator, before walking in the opposite direction, round the corner, up the stairs and straight towards your boss’ office. Before you entered, you looked around to make sure no one had seen you. 

Just as you were about to knock, the door swung open, revealing none other than your boss, Mr. Choi Yeonjun.

He wore a proud smirk, eyes raking over your figure authoritatively. He glanced at his watch and finally met your gaze. “You’re late. I thought I would’ve had to come down there to get you myself. You know how much I hate waiting," he spoke distastefully. You weren’t one to be fooled by his tone. It was common knowledge that if he wasn’t talking business, he was just being sarcastic. Still, it was in your best interest to play along. You knew how much he hated people who acted out of place. 

“I’m sorry, sir.”

Yeonjun smirked, stepping aside to make way for you. “You may enter. But please be reminded that I won’t be so lenient next time.”

Once you were past the threshold of his door, he slammed it shut and pushed you against it, that same cunning smirk glued on his lips as he caged you between the door and his body. “I’m being serious,” he said, voice dangerously low. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to get you in here. Feels like an eternity.” He delicately traced the outline of your face, intently watching the way you impulsively leaned into his touch.

“Tell me, are you as eager to see me?”

Dropping your bag and coat on the floor, you nodded, eyes following his own. 

Yeonjun carefully let out a deep breath. He dragged his finger along your jaw and down your neck. You felt him gently caress your nape, skin warm against your own. He raised his head as he slowly wrapped his fingers around your throat. “Use your words darling.”

Lips pursed, you swallowed nervously. An impulsive reaction to the way he held you. “I am, sir.” 

You felt small underneath his strong stare. He was so intimidating. Even though you knew he wasn’t going to hurt you, there was no way you were going to defy him. He was the one in charge and you would never challenge that. 

Satisfied with your answer, he gently squeezed your throat and soon let go. 

“I know you’d never lie to me. Still, I want to be certain. May I check to see if you’re being truthful?”

You didn’t know what he was playing at but you nodded nonetheless. “Yes sir. You may.” 

Yeonjun smiled, glad that you’d given him the greenlight. His fingers raked up your thigh, pushing your skirt up along the way. He ran his hand over the inside of your thigh, sending a burst of warmth through your body. You felt like shutting your thighs together, but you knew better than to do so. His fingers ghosted over your panties, material undoubtedly soaked from all the time you’d spent anticipating this very moment. He could feel your wetness. He could sense your desire for him and his touch. But before he rewarded you for your candor, he wanted to see just how much you’d been aching for him. It was essential for him to assess how much you deserved to be pleased. 

He pushed his hand into your panties, dipping his finger between your folds. He raised a brow as your arousal coated his finger, delighted with what he felt. 

“It must’ve been hell. Sitting behind that computer for so long while thinking about all the things you want me to do to you. Isn’t that right?”

There was no error in his judgement, and he was very much aware of that. You had spent quite a few days waiting for this moment and you were mighty pleased that it was finally here. 

Yeonjun removed his hand from your pantied and brought his glistening finger to your lips. “Open up, y/n. You’re in for a lot tonight.” He pushed his finger into your mouth, making sure you’d cleaned your arousal off of it before pulling it back out. He leaned closer to you, lips ghosting over your own as his fingers slowly unbuttoned your blouse. 

You wanted to kiss him so bad even though you knew you couldn’t. You needed to be patient in order to get what you wanted. He pulled your blouse off your shoulders and undid your bra with a quick snap of his fingers. As soon as your breasts were free his hands were on them. He pinched your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, making you suck in a sharp breath. You rubbed your thighs together, dreading how slow he was taking things. Yeonjun chuckled darkly when he noticed this. “Do you need me to hurry up? Don’t worry, baby, I was just about to get to that.” He unzipped your skirt and pulled it down along with your panties, leaving you completely naked in front of him. 

He kneeled before you, staring into your eyes as his mouth closed in on your pussy. A loud moan left your mouth almost immediately. Yeonjun hummed, sending a wave of intense vibrations through your core. “Keep your eyes on me," he instructed, returning to your heat. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking on it harshly. Of course he would make it difficult for you. You fought to keep your eyes from rolling back. The pleasure was too strong for you to resist. Furrowing your brows, you urged yourself to hold his stare. You could clearly see how much he was enjoying your struggle. 

His tongue ran between your folds and circled your clit. You swore if he kept it up you were going to cum any moment now. He had a tight grip on your hips, keeping them in place. His chin was already wet with your juices. Your lids started getting heavy as you felt a knot begin to form in your stomach. It was becoming harder and harder for you to focus on Yeonjun.  “Ahh fuck, I’m gonna cum, sir.” You were practically screaming at this point. Yeonjun speedened the pace of his tongue. He was eating you out as if he’d been starved for days. With one final suck to your clit, you felt your orgasm hit. Wetness gushed down your walls and onto Yeonjun’s face. He groaned in satisfaction, shutting his eyes and greedily licking up all of your arousal. A string of curses left your mouth as he lapped up all your juices. All this waiting had definitely been worth it.

Yeonjun pulled away from your core and stood up, wiping his chin with a grin. “Such a pretty face but such a filthy mouth," he muttered, almost growling at your flushed expression. Heaving, you gasped as he pushed you down on your knees. He quickly undid his buckle and freed his cock from its restraints. 

You’d seen Yeonjun’s manhood many times before. But its sheer size never failed to make your mouth go dry. His tip glistened with precum, a clear indication of how much he’d been holding himself back. He pumped his cock impatiently and pressed his tip to your lips. “I don’t think I need to tell you what to do. Open up. I’m not done with you yet.” He shoved his cock into your mouth, groaning as you ran your tongue over his length. He was certainly a mouthful. You could barely fit all of him in your mouth. Yeonjun knew this but he didn’t care. If you were going to take his cock then you’d have to take all of it. 

He then pulled out entirely, spat on his palm, and slicked his cock up before pushing it back into your mouth. He also grabbed your head and pulled it further over his length. “Fuck you look so hot with my cock stuffed in your mouth.” He grunted, bucking his hips into your mouth. The sudden action made you gag. Yeonjun groaned as your throat convulsed around his tip. “If you want me to fuck you then you’ve gotta take me properly. Don’t act like you’re doing this for the first time," he reminded, continuing to ram his hips into your face. Your jaw went slack with how forceful he was being. Yeonjun was always rough, but for some reason you could never get used to it. He literally used you like a cum doll, not that you minded or anything. 

Tears welled in your eyes as he ruthlessly fucked your mouth. He was chasing his high. With the pace he’d set you were sure he wasn’t too far from it. Before you knew it his cock twitched in your mouth and soon enough, hot ropes of his cum shot down your throat. Yeonjun’s hips stilled as he emptied his seed into you. He finally pulled out of you and brought you to your feet again. 

A bit of his cum had dribbled onto your chin, which he pushed back into your mouth. “Make sure you swallow it all babe. Don’t let a single drop go to waste.”

You did as he said, shuddering at the salty taste. He brought you over to his desk, bending you over the edge. He leaned down to your ear, eagerly rubbing your ass. “I hope you can still go for another round. I’m still not done with you darling.” He rubbed his tip against your folds. You were surprised by how quickly he’d hardened up again. It seemed you weren’t the only one who’d been counting down the days till this night. “Are you ready?” he asked, tip pushing into your walls. “Yes, sir," you answered, looking behind your back. You gasped as he entered you, giving your walls a delicious stretch. “So tight for me," he said, fingers digging into the skin of your ass. Once he’d bottomed out and given you enough time to adjust, he began hammering his hips into you. Thank god it was just the two of you. The sounds of skin slapping against each other and your loud moans filled the room. “Holy shit, sir, you fuck me so well.”

Yeonjun snickered at your words and pulled your back up to his chest, wrapping his hand around your neck. He choked you, effectively muffling your moans. “I know I do. Don’t you just love it when I make you cry with my cock?” His thrusts were nice and strong, indeed making you cry out in absolute pleasure. This was extremely worth it. You’d never felt as good as you felt right now. Yeonjun could say the same for himself. He loved the way your walls wrapped around his length, so warm and tight. Your desperate moans were practically music to his ears. He could hear you screaming for hours, especially if it was because of his cock. 

It didn’t take long for you to feel your second orgasm build up. The faster he fucked you, the quicker he pushed you to your high. Yeonjun felt your walls clench around his cock. “You aren’t cumming yet," he grunted, never stilling his pace. You groaned and willed yourself to go on a bit longer. “Just a little longer. I know you can wait a bit.”

You weren’t too sure about that. He was racing to reach his own orgasm. His efforts were making it far too difficult for you to do as he’d instructed. “I can’t hold it in any longer, sir. I’m going to cum.” 

Just as your orgasm hit, Yeonjun pulled you back onto his cock, groaning loudly. He’d caught up with you successfully. He slowly pushed his hips into you, helping you ride out your high as well as his own. Your heart hammered in your chest as you came down from your climax. It was perfect.

Yeonjun pulled out of you and went to retrieve your clothes for you. “I hope you enjoyed yourself," he said as you dressed yourselves. “I did sir. I always do," you shared with a shy smile. It was always a bit awkward between you both once your rendezvous had ended. 

“Good. I’ll see you next week then?”

“As always sir.”

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[letssingintherain]

empty dreams ➵ d.m.

you accidentally slip in draco’s bed instead of your boyfriend’s for some cuddles. 

pairing: draco malfoy x y/n (slytherin) x blaise zabini 

summary: draco has had a soft spot for you since year 3 but has to conceal it because his best mate starts dating you. it becomes harder to deal with after a heart-fluttering instance, making draco’s life quite a bit more miserable. 

contains: 3.5k words of angst and draco being a simp. NO cheating!! set in year 6 with no voldy. :)

song recs: dancing on my own - calum scott, hold me while you wait - lewis capaldi, somebody else - the 1975 (i listened to these songs and a few others for inspo)

Draco was terribly in love with his best mate’s girlfriend and it irritated him to no end. 

The infatuation started long before Blaise asked Y/N out, and to be honest, Draco had no clue exactly when it started. All he knew was that during his third year he began taking notice of the way your eyes sparkled with mirth, the way your hair caught the sunlight, the way your dimples lingered on your face after hearing a witty remark, and the way you showed selfless concern for everyone without being afraid to speak your mind. After that, he found it hard to focus on anything else but the beat of his pounding heart when you were talking to him. 

Draco never made a move because he was scared of losing your friendship. Y/N, Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Daphne, Theodore, along with Crabbe and Goyle were the most tight-knit friend group in Slytherin. So it was easy for Draco to use the excuse of “keeping the friend group intact” and avoid ever confronting his feelings about you. Unfortunately for Draco, Blaise didn’t share the same sentiment and asked Y/N on a date to Hogsmeade a few weeks ago.  

~

You were chattering with Daphne and Pansy in the common room about the absurdity of the latest “Quibbler” when you heard someone approach you three. 

“Hey ladies, mind if I borrow Y/N for a moment?” Blaise flashed a charismatic smile at the trio and extended his arm to Y/N. You glance at the girls in surprise before taking Blaise’s hand. 

“No, not at all!” Daphne and Pansy share knowing looks while giggling. 

Feeling quite out of the loop, you follow Blaise outside of the common room, not sure what to expect. 

He gently let go of your hand once you two reached an empty hallway. Blaise turned around to face you and took a deep breath. 

“So I’ve been wanting to tell you for some time now..I find you very attractive,” He said these words slowly while observing your reaction. “I’d love to get to know you more and take you on a date to Hogsmeade, if you’re okay with that?” 

Your were shocked by his proposal because you had never imagined Blaise Zabini to have feelings for you. You knew how many girls would wait nervously outside his classes hoping to catch a glimpse of him. You and your friends would even roll your eyes at the sight and tease Blaise about having a “fan club”. 

After getting over the shock, you looked at Blaise and thought about his words seriously. “Blaise is really attractive,” you noted the way his jumper with rolled up sleeves perfectly fit his body. “And I do always have a good time with him,” you added on after thinking of his sly humor and good-natured personality. 

“I’d be honored.”

~

Draco winced at the memory of the start of you and Blaise’s relationship. He worried that Blaise would follow his old pattern of dating girls just to dump them a few weeks later, but everyone else in the group assured him that he was overthinking. He had congratulated Blaise with a forced smile and a pat on the back while fuming inside. He couldn’t exactly blame Blaise though, it’s not like he confided to Blaise about his crush on you. 

Which is the reason why Draco is currently doing his best to remain focused on Professor Snape’s drawling voice and not look at you whispering to Blaise from the corner of his eyes. 

Blaise looked as charming as ever in his signature look—a dark green jumper with rolled up sleeves over a collared shirt, with his Slytherin tie poking out slightly. You looked like a princess with your flowing [y/h/c] hair and the green headband nestled snugly on the top of your head. You ditched the jumper and were just wearing a collared shirt with a Slytherin tie along with the normal green plaid skirt and knee-high socks. 

The sight of you two looking so attractive together made Draco feel cold and glum inside. And it didn’t help that the classroom was actually chilly and gloomy.

“You’d think they’d be able to at least afford some bloody heat lamps in this place, but I guess not.” Draco mumbled to himself in annoyance while blowing on his hands and rubbing them together. He was wearing the normal Slytherin uniform complete with a long cloak, but with a few special touches that displayed his status. He had a small snake enamel pinned on his tie that complimented the snake signet ring he always kept on his right ring finger. 

Most of the students at least made the effort to seem like they were focused on the greasy-haired professor, unlike you and Blaise. Snape finally noticed this and focused his eyes on you two. 

“Today we will be attempting to make the Elixir of Euphoria to practice for your NEWT level exams. It is a highly advanced potion so I suggest all of you give it your full attention.” Snape waved his cloak dramatically and glared at Y/N and Blaise. 

“I am talking about you two, Miss. Y/L/N and Mr. Zabini. Or is whatever you’re so feverishly discussing more urgent?” Snape’s comment earned a scoff from Draco while the whole class looked back at the couple. 

“No, professor. Sorry.” You and Blaise grinned sheepishly and moved slightly apart, eyes gleaming when you exchanged glances. 

It physically pained Draco to see you two act so close. He wished that he could be the one to bring a smile to your face, to shower you with affection, and to spoil you endlessly with his wealth. And he wished you could be his person to comfort him when he felt down, to run your hands through his silky platinum hair, and to assure him that he was enough and everything was okay. 

But these were all delusions, and all he could presently do was sulk and twirl his ring while he fixed his gaze to the front of the room. 

Snape huffed and turned around to stand behind his desk. He tapped his cauldron two times with his wand, filling it up with a glowing yellow substance that resembled sunlight. 

“Your instructions are on the board along with some tips, and your ingredient list is in your textbook.” Snape flicked his wand at the blackboard, revealing intricate steps in tiny font that filled up the entire board. The class groaned at the sight and reluctantly opened their dusty books. 

Daphne worked with Pansy, Crabbe paired up with Goyle, and of course you partnered up with Blaise, which left Theodore unlucky enough to face Draco’s wrath. 

Theodore slipped in the seat beside Draco and slapped him on his shoulder.

“I really hope you know what you’re doing, because I bloody well don’t.” Theodore chuckled, hands crossed behind his head while leaning back in the chair. 

“Of course you don’t. Just try not to get in the way, yeah?” Draco snapped impatiently and squinted to read the board. 

“Sounds perfect to me,” Theodore dismissed Draco’s attitude for his usual cynicism. He absentmindedly looked around in the classroom, eventually spotting you and Blaise. 

“Oi, Y/N and Blaise are snogging!” He pointed out, entertained by the sight of some of his closest friends kissing. 

Draco smashed the shrivelfig to a fine powder before realizing that he meant to only chop it. He cursed under his breath and reached for a new one. 

Theodore noticed Draco’s strange temper and remarked, “What’d the shrivelfig do to you, mate?” Draco glared at him, causing Theodore to raise his hands in defeat and back away from the cutting board. 

Draco couldn’t resist peeking at you two and immediately regretted it after he confirmed you two were indeed getting cozy. He sneered in distaste before feeling his heart ache painfully. Draco tried to ignore the ache as best as he could and resolved to focus on his potion. 

...

“Let’s see if any of you possess the talent of a potion-brewer.” 

Potions class was finally coming to an end, and Snape wandered around to check everyone’s results. Only a few cauldrons resembled the desired bright yellow color and Draco’s was sadly not one of them. Draco and Theodore stared at their dark orange concoction while exchanging grimaces. 

“You may try a sip of your elixir. It should induce silly giggles and an overall mood-boost.” Snape observed you and Blaise’s sunshine-yellow potion, showing silent signs of approval as he glided away. 

Draco scowled at the sight and downed a whole bottle of his own potion out of pure spite. After a few moments of regret and apprehension, his nose started to bleed profusely. 

“Ahh, what’d you do that for?” Theodore hastily handed a towel to Draco, who groaned and leaned his head back to slow down the flow. 

“Nothin’...thought it’d be safe.” Draco’s voice became nasally due to the blood spouting from his nose. 

“Mr. Malfoy, please see Madam Pomfrey before you bleed out in my class.” Snape glanced down at Theodore and Draco, tilting his head at the door. 

“Yes, sir.” Draco muttered while covering his nose with a towel, passing by you and Blaise on the way out. 

“Hey, Draco’s got a bloody nose!” Blaise pointed out in amusement while you giggle next to him. Normally Draco would respond with a witty jab, but he really wasn’t in the mood to do so. 

“Shove off, Blaise,” Draco spat in a hostile manner, feeling ashamed at his disposition. He proceeded to hurriedly exit the room, leaving you and Blaise confused.  

“Maybe his elixir had the opposite effect?” Blaise shrugged it off. 

...

It was night-time and Draco had visited Madam Pomfrey’s three times to no avail. 

“I’ve told you this already but I’ll repeat myself once more, Mr. Malfoy. You’re just going to have to let it bleed out by itself.” She passed him several blood-replenishing potions to drink over the course of the night. 

“What’s the use of a healer if they advise you to bleed out?” Draco thought in annoyance before accepting the potions. 

Blaise offered Draco to switch beds to be closer to the bathroom, in case he were to keep bleeding throughout the night. Draco accepted begrudgingly, annoyed at how his feelings for you made it difficult for him to fully appreciate Blaise’s kind actions. 

Though he knew it wasn’t Blaise’s fault, Draco couldn’t help but be bitter towards his best mate.

“It must be the jealousy,” Draco admitted sullenly while laying on Blaise’s bed, observing how he was facing the windows of the Black Lake instead of his usual position of lying next to them. 

The lake lapped at the windows soothingly, giving the dorm room a dappled green glow. The room had several mahogany four-poster beds and was decorated lavishly thanks to the generous donations by Slytherin alumni. Draco was the only one in the room so it was filled with a peaceful silence that implored sleep.  

Draco’s sleepy haze caused his mind to unconsciously drift to images of you and Blaise. How you two would hold hands while walking to class, jokingly feed each other food in the Great Hall, and even kiss during Potions. He irritatedly turned over, forcing himself to focus on anything else. 

After listening to to the waves of the lake for a few more minutes, he couldn’t help but give in to the pull of sleep. 

“Stop it!” Y/N flustered and pushed his chest. “It’s a common mistake.” 

Draco chuckled and held your wrist. He pulled you closer to him and took advantage of his towering height over you by tilting your chin up. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I found it quite endearing.” He smirked at the blush in your cheeks. He reached down to wrap his hands over your waist, feeling your hards cross over his neck. 

Draco indulged in the smell of your hair, taking in the clean notes of your perfume. He hugged you tighter, not wanting to pull apart. 

Draco was waken up from his dream by the sound of a yelp and opened his eyes groggily. To his surprise, he met the [y/e/c] eyes of Y/N, who seemed even more taken aback than him. 

Draco immediately backed away, bewildered at how this happened. 

“Draco! Why are you in Blaise’s bed?” Your eyes were wide open and Draco inappropriately noted how they were even more beautiful close up. You slid off the bed before turning around to face Draco with your arms crossed. You were still clad in your normal uniform while he was in a loose white tee and gray sweatpants. 

“He switched with me so I can get to the bathroom quicker because my nose keeps bleeding.” After saying this, he felt blood rush to his head that was undoubtedly about to come out of his nose. Draco sat up on the bed, feigning ease in the hope that it was an illusion. 

“Why’d you pull me closer then?” You asked curiously, embarrassed that you accidentally climbed in bed with the platinum blonde boy. 

“I don’t know, it was a dream, Y/N! Why would I push someone away in a dream?” Draco threw his hands up exasperatedly, also embarrassed that he unknowingly cuddled you. 

You felt your lips curve upward, finding the situation humorous. Draco saw this and started grinning too. To his horror, blood began spurting out of his nose, making him rush to the bathroom. Y/N followed him closely, both worried and curious at his infliction. 

After reaching the sink and letting the blood out, Draco exhaled in relief. He turned to his side and looked into your eyes, suddenly resisting the urge to laugh. You looked so cute looking up at him with wide-eyed concern. You meet his eyes with a grin and you two finally laughed freely at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. 

“I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable, Y/N. I’ll be more careful next time I switch beds with Blaise.” Draco teased while playfully nudging your shoulder. 

You shifted your weight on your feet and shook your head, “No, it was my fault too. I should’ve checked the hair color before getting in bed.” You reached up to ruffle Draco’s fluffy white-blonde hair amusedly. 

Draco felt his heart involuntarily skip a beat at the sudden contact and shifted away from Y/N. He cursed himself internally for showing signs of his infatuation and couldn’t bring himself to make a response. 

“Um...You wouldn’t happen to know where Blaise is right?” Y/N broke the silence, perplexed at the sudden awkwardness. 

Draco tensed at the mention of Blaise. 

“No.” He replied coldly before walking back into the room without making eye contact with you. He sat on the edge of the bed, deliberately gazing towards the windows of the lake and nowhere else. 

You were puzzled at the sudden coldness but didn’t dwell on it, assuming he was moody because of his pesky predicament. 

“Alright, I’m gonna go find him.” You tentatively walked to the door of the dorm. “Feel better, Draco!” You gave him a small smile before leaving the room and closing the door with a soft click.  

Draco waved slightly, not wanting to reveal any more emotions. After making sure you had left, he threw himself on the bed frustratedly. It didn’t help his obsession that he felt the emptiness of the bed more clearly now. It also didn’t help that he has a memory of your eyes close up. It definitely didn’t help that he remembered the scent of your perfume. 

He sighed before turning over, silently vowing to let go of his feelings for you, both for his sake and Blaise’s. His vows were greeted by the silence of the dorm, quiet except for the gentle lapping of the lake. 

He didn’t think it was possible, but the ache in his heart grew. 

“It’s got to get worse before it gets better, right?” Draco sighed once more, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

...

Months go by, and Draco was proud at how he successfully suppressed his feelings. You no longer took up the majority of his thoughts and he could finally return to being his snarky self with Blaise. 

Draco hung out with the group as if nothing was wrong, and no one seemed to notice anything different. The group maintained the old dynamic of sarcasm and witty humor, reflecting Draco’s wish of “keeping the friend group intact”. 

He was strolling around with his buddies in his usual air of haughtiness when he noticed Pansy and Daphne quietly whispering about you in the corner of a hallway. 

“...Can’t believe Blaise said that..Poor Y/N...” They sighed, clearly worried about what happened to you.  

Draco’s felt a familiar tightening in his heart he thought he got rid of. He ditched his other friends and walked towards the two, apprehensive to learn about what happened.  

“What’d he do?” Draco demanded, his imperative demeanor taking Pansy and Daphne by surprise. 

“I’m not sure if she’d want us to tell anyone yet.” Daphne hesitated, unsure of what to say. 

When Draco realized they weren’t going to give up any clues he scowled and strode off, deciding to ask you himself. 

He walked briskly in the stone hallways of the castle, thinking of places you could be. He knew you loved the stars, but it was still bright outside, so there was no reason for you to be in the Astronomy Tower. He knew you loved the serene setting of the Black Lake, but it was bound to be infested with underclassmen on a sunny day like this, which you wouldn’t like. He realized you must be in the garden, recalling the way you always looked at the flowers in adoration.

He picked up his pace and walked swiftly in the direction of the garden. His thoughts made him restless on the way there, “What could Blaise have done?” 

He added another thought hastily, “What can I do without crossing a line?” 

He spotted you in the garden before he figured out the answer to his question. 

Draco watched as you sat on a stone ledge directly facing the wisteria flowers. The flowers were not yet in full bloom, so the tree was scattered unevenly with buds and flowers. You distractedly dangled your legs in the air and flourished your wand to enchant flower buds to grow towards you. Your eyes were glossy and your face was tear-stained, but Draco thought he had never seen you look more ethereal. 

He reached you in time to see your charm work too ambitiously, making the flowers blossom and wilt in mere seconds. You started to break into tears, hugging your body close. Draco slowly approached you, but you were too busy crying to notice. 

“Hey.” Draco said hesitantly. 

“Oh! Hi, Draco.” You wiped your eyes furiously and looked up at him. You gave a tiny smile that looked more like a grimace. 

The sight of you being so sad made Draco miserable as well, feeling the tug at his heartstrings. 

“What happened?” Draco asked in an empathetic tone and took a seat next to you on the ledge, making sure to give you ample space. 

“Blaise..broke up with me. He said he just wants to be friends. How could he say that after months?” You said bitterly, tears sliding down your face.

Draco noticed the drops of water gliding down your face and had to use all his willpower to refrain from wiping away your tears. He hated that a guy made you feel like this, especially because it was his best friend. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Draco awkwardly reached out to rub your shoulder in soft circles. 

You leaned against his hand on your shoulder, sniffling quietly. 

You two stay like this for a while, before Y/N scooted closer to Draco, burying your head in his chest and clutching his white dress shirt while emitting muffled sobs. 

Draco’s heart broke at the sight, holding you closer to comfort you. He secretly cursed Blaise out before feeling guilty. He felt like an accomplice as he watched you let your pain out. 

How did he let you get hurt? 

You cried some more before looking up at Draco with teary eyes. 

“I’m sorry for ruining your shirt.” You smiled in an embarrassed manner and moved away from him. He noticed how your lashes were slick with tears and how your nose and cheeks were rosy from crying. He felt his heart rate quicken after glancing at your swollen lips, and quickly averted his eyes before blushing slightly. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Draco shrugged nonchalantly. You two look at the wisteria trees, feeling the breeze flow through both of your hair. Draco understood why you liked this spot, it was quiet and came with a stunning view of the trees and flowers. It was a beautiful day out, sunny with some clouds floating lazily. You both bask in comfortable silence. 

“I just feel...hollow? Like I'm missing a part of myself,” You confessed eventually, wearily twisting around to look at Draco.  

He nodded knowingly, very familiar with the empty feeling you were describing. He turned to make eye contact with your wounded eyes, feeling just as much heartbreak and pain as you did. 

Even though Draco hated seeing you with Blaise, he couldn’t help but feel like he hated seeing you heartbroken even more. 

a/n: this is the first fic i’ve ever written, so i feel quite nervous publishing it. if you read this far, i appreciate you so so much <33. i’m thinking of writing a sequel to this with more fluff and possibly more focus on y/n’s perspective, so let me know your thoughts! :) 

edit!: hi lovelies, i’ve decided to write more parts to this fic! thanks for all the love and lmk if you want to be tagged <3    [read pt.2 here]

(also, i know slughorn should be the potions professor during their sixth year but i just felt like snape fit the story a bit more!)

-k.z.

#lsitrfics #draco malfoy #draco x reader #blaise x reader #draco malfoy x reader #blaise zabini x reader #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy imagine #draco imagine #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy fic

[ak8shi]

FWB HQ Boys: In which you beat the player at his own game!

warnings: Time skip spoilers, mentions of sex(all characters are 18+), alcohol, stupid people in love

a/n: ahh I’m sorry I’ve been a little MIA!!! But I’m back with this pls enjoy ! I think the fandom really make germaphobia his only personality trait sometimes which makes me sad because I think he’s actually a quirky/classy dude and very functional in social situations,, I hate to say it but ya’ll would get played by him… sorry.

━Sakusa Kiyoomi

Some of you may be like ???? Omi fucks around ?? how ?? BUT he definitely does in his own way

He probably doesn’t do much in high school to be honest, he’s mostly focused on improving as a volleyball player and achieving his goals

Once he reaches pro level though,,, it’s a different story lmfao

I can see him being picky as hell about his hookups, but just because he’s a bit of a germaphobe doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel attraction or doesn’t have needs…

….He’s so hot too… girl

His hook-ups are always taken seriously though… like he’s the type that feels like he has a professional image to upkeep, so he always arranges things beforehand; he’s definitely not messy about it and sets clear boundaries

I think what makes him kind of a player is how standoffish he can be…and he doesn’t really give anyone a chance because he doesn’t think they what it takes to deal with his lifestyle lmao

He’s just like, its easier to call the uber right after, get into the shower, and wait until he can hear the front door of his apartment shut I’m screamingg

Sakusa also isn’t one to kiss and tell, even with the boys… he doesn’t think its tasteful and would rather not have Atsumu up his ass about his flings

ANYWAYS,, let’s get into this, so you know Atsumu through mutual friends and met during college, and the two of you just instantly clicked since you also were a part of the same sports medicine program as him

Atsumu signed with MSBY and you were so happy for him, but you were bummed because you were busy with PT graduate school and couldn’t really attend any of his games

A year passed and you found yourself texting Tsumu to see if he could meet up and grab coffee since you were on winter break!!

You: hey I’m back in town wanna grab coffee sometime?

Him: who is this

You: I see you haven’t changed ❤️

LMFAO, so you catch up with Atsumu and he talks about his new career and his teammates, he seems so happy :(( we love to see that!!

He invites you to MSBY’s game the following weekend, and you’re pumped to go!! Tsumu got you great seats, and he meets you before warmups to make sure you’re okay finding your way around

Atsumu: don’t take yer eyes off me <3

You:

He’s so…

You’re enjoying the match and you even go to grab Onigiri from Osamu’s stand, but you can’t seem to look away from number 15 on Atsumu’s team

He’s .., scrumptious to say the least 🥴

Like he’s so composed and calculated on the court, and you find it so funny how he rolls his eyes whenever Tsumu says something to him and how Tsumu gets so heated about it 💀

The match ends and you go down to meet Atsumu near the lockers, showing the security your family/friend pass 😌

You walk through the halls trying to locate the setter, but you can’t seem to figure out where he is

The only person in the hall is the tall, dark haired man that caught your eye earlier; he is already walking towards the exit with a mask covering his face, his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, sweats embroidered with “Sakusa” adorning his body we’re all looking..... respectfully

He’s truly so intimidating but you’re like….highkey lost… so you don’t really have another option

You catch up with him, poking his shoulder gently; he turns around and his attention on you is almost STARTLING.. like his eyes are SO dark

Him: can I help you

You: sir… if you don’t rail me, I’m gonna have to intervene‼️😈😹

After getting over your initial shock, you hear multiple footsteps rumbling down the hallway towards the both of you

Sakusa lets out an annoyed sigh, muttering about how he has to go, but before he can escape you hear Atsumu’s loud voice LMFAO

“OMIIII, where are you goin’? Its team karaoke night remember?”

Tsumu sees you and slings an arm around your shoulders, “Oh-? So I see you’ve met our outside hitter Omi?”

You glance over at Sakusa, his expressionless eyes glued to your face, then slowly trailing down to analyze the way Atsumu casually has you tucked under his arm

Atsumu nudges him, and he grumbles that he’ll meet them after changing at home before walking off in the direction of the private parking garage

You meet the rest of the MSBY boys in the uber, and find them super friendly and welcoming; Bokuto and Hinata buy the first round of drinks at the karaoke bar, but you only have one because you have work to finish the next day WE STAN

Atsumu already has a pink glow setting into his cheeks when you see the boys turn their attention to Sakusa walking through the front door, looking as handsome as ever in his dress pants and fitted white t shirt

They all shout out incoherent hello’s, and he takes the only open seat next to you with a glass of gin and tonic in his hand he smells so good god

You’re unsure what comes over you, but you find yourself turning towards him, and you just start asking him about himself and his career, and surprisingly he’s very polite and much more animated than you previously thought

His voice is like…so alluring and he never looks away from you when you talk, its like he’s absorbing every word

Meanwhile, Atsumu is stumbling over the stage with Bokuto belting Love by Keisha Cole LMFAOO😭

Tsumu kind of ‘warned’ you in the car ride over that Sakusa was a germaphobe, but you know that Atsumu tends to invade people’s personal space sometimes and it probably wasn’t as dramatic as he made it out to be

However, you weren’t expecting the outside hitter to lean over from his seat after checking the time on his phone, whispering in your ear, asking you if you wanted to meet him at his place later than night WHEW

Girl I would be sweating… and you say yes ofc because who’s going to pass up this type of opportunity-

He gives you a charming smile and is like,, okay cool, I’ll see you later then 😊 I’m dead

Ya’ll exchange phone numbers and he’s like if you need any help with my idiot teammates let me know before he takes off

You don’t tell Tsumu about your little… entanglement plans dsnjaknda but honestly he wouldn’t even remember based on the way he’s slumped against you in the uber he owes you big time

You get home after dropping off Tsumu at Osamu’s, and operation dick appointment with the professional volleyball player is put into action 😈

He sends an uber over to get you ladies do not settle for less please, and you’re BIG nervous but in a good way as in you know this dick is about to be bomb af

SO you’re standing in front of his apartment door, and when he opens it, he’s still in the clothes he wore to the bar and its like 1 am he’s so powerful

Um I feel like he would get straight to it honestly, probably starts with a little convo on the couch and then…

YOU WEREN’T AWARE HE WAS SO DIRTY,,, it was SO good too like after getting home that night you’re going through a crisis… like you had so much chemistry together for having just met, and you wonder if he feels the same way🥺

You caught yourself in sleepless states some nights, kept awake by the thoughts of the way his hands felt against your skin, the way his five o’clock shadow gently rubbed against your face when you kissed, and how he would hold you(only after a thorough shower together of course)

As it happens more and more, he lets you into his life little by little, and you notice and remember small facts about him and he often remembers a lot of the things you tell him about you, its really enjoyable for both of you

Its weirdly domestic to a point but that’s why its so good for both of you???it adds a bit of spice ??

Sakusa: can you come over tonight

You: sorry the retainer is in already <3 no dick sucking for me tonight <3

Him: I bought pastries from that cafe you like

You: say less✈️ I’m coming💃

AND he HAS jokes okay, like he’s funny as hell and very witty when his true self comes out; but he’s also a HUGE tease and he’ll say something completely straight-faced that someone else might take offense to like “you look ugly,” but you just know he’s kidding from being around him long enough and from seeing the little glint in his dark eyes

It becomes a routine thing while you’re home honestly, and you try your best to hide it from Atsumu because you just KNOW you would never hear the end of it; for all he knows, you met him that one time at the bar and that was that

Everything is going smoothly until you slip up at one of their games

You were sitting in the waiting area with the team (mostly talking to Atsumu), when he just says something that makes your short circuit

Atsumu: what kind of animal do ya think omi would be? An octopus maybe?

You: yeah I mean with those flexible wrists it makes sense

Atsumu: what the fawk🤠

He’s like… how do you even know about his flexible wrists IT TOOK ME 6 MONTHS TO GET TO THAT STAGE WITH HIM-

Oops, lmfao so you kind of tell him about everything and he’s literally shocked for you, mostly because he doesn’t want you to get hurt :(

Atsumu: So I see he’s just sleeping with ANYONE anyone

LMAO noo he definitely thinks you’re too good for him and he kind of lectures you, telling you that he had a hunch that he messes around with girls like that, but also you’re an adult and you can take care of yourself, and it isn’t like it’s a serious thing!!

Meanwhile, Omi is like going through a bit of a crisis all alone because everything around him reminds him of you or something you said when you were together

He got with people who were compatible sexually often, but he never had the urge to have them stay over after the deed; he usually immediately called them an uber and wouldn’t speak to them again

He found himself thinking about seeing you in the stands at his games, wishing you were there to cheer for him only, and he adored the way you respected his boundaries unlike many of his hookups

Atsumu probably notices something is off with him at practice

Atsumu: hey…if ya ever want to talk about somethin’-

Sakusa: no

Girl… he doesn’t disclose any of this to anyone

Its nearing the end of your break, and you head over to sakusa’s for probably the last time before you go back to school

You’re kind of at the point where you don’t think anything will happen and you know you shouldn’t get your hopes up, and it goes how it usually goes? Except he kind of hugs you goodbye and your heart goes: 🦋🦋🦋

You go back to school, occasionally texting Tsumu about your graduate program, and before you know it, like 5 months pass by and you’re back for summer!

Tsumu texts you and is like… sorry but I’m forcing you to be my plus-one tonight for this dinner thing I have to go to

So you dress up and he comes to pick you up, and you’re really not sure why you were surprised to see Kiyoomi sitting at the table when you arrive you give Atsumu a nice smack on the back of the head for not warning you

You sit down at the table after greeting everyone, trying your best to not act awkward when you shoot sakusa a small smile that he returns politely (but you don’t see it because of his mask)

Atsumu sits weirdly close to you the entire dinner with his arm around the back of your chair, and he’s just acting strange in general??? Like he’s bragging about your degree program and about your accomplishments, you just know he’s trying something funny; but you don’t really say anything because you don’t want to disrespect him in front of the team’s staff as a guest

You almost choke on your wine and you catch on when Bokuto starts making comments after Atsumu says something,

Atsumu: …so yeah, pretty much she should be our next president in my humble opinion

Bokuto: 🙈WOAH. WHAT?😍 HOW COULD SHE GET ANY BETTER⁉️🙄 OR HOTTER⁉️💪🏼💋

You, sitting there: 🧍‍♀️

He’s so bad at acting I’m crying..,, it becomes so obvious that they’re trying to make Kiyoomi jealous

(the boys plotted beforehand, trying to get Omi to ask you out officially; after you left, he literally would never shut up about you whenever Atsumu mentioned you, and it was just obvious he was in his feels when it came to you)

Atsumu: she’s studying at a café tonight for finals

Sakusa: Yeah so I’m glad you brought it up, because I’ve been thinking about it for days. Fine I guess I’ll say it. Her favorite coffee blend is French roast and she only likes a dash of sugar with a lot of cream, but it has to be hazelnut creamer or else she doesn’t like any-

Everyone in the gym: 🗿

LMAO ANYWAYS ITS LOWKEY WORKING you look over at him and his face is like stone.. girl..

The dinner is almost over and Atsumu gets up to go to the restroom with a wink I hate him, and you get up to catch a breath of fresh air outside

You sit on a bench for a minute, calming yourself down after the eventful dinner, but then you see the door to the restaurant swing open, Sakusa looking around the corner before spotting you

Your heart pounds in your chest as he walks over and asks if he can join you, inspecting the bench before sitting down, pulling his mask down as well

He eases into a conversation by just asking you how you’re doing, basic stuff, but then in the middle of you going off on a tangent about your stupid professor, he stops you

“I missed you.”

He crosses his legs, not looking at you as he takes your hand, intertwines it with his, and places it in his lap

You gaze at him, taken back at his confession, noticing the slight pinkness tinging his pale cheeks

You say you missed him too, and then he’s asking you if you would like to go on an actual date with him

You: wait are you asking me out officially?

Him: Yes. No I’m not. Yes I am❤️

SKSLD Please he’s awkward help him a little, you agree and then you hear a tap on the window behind you, you turn around to see Tsumu, Bokuto and Adriah behind you with big grins on their faces LMFAO 🤡

Kiyoomi rolls his eyes, but you don’t miss the small upturn of the corners of his lips as he hears Bokuto happily scream through the glass

#dont even get me started w this i dont want to look at it anymore ❤️ #JUST TAKE IT LMFAOOOO #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyu headcanons #hq #sakusa kiyoomi x you #haikyuu x reader

[clueless-content-creator]

Ju Haknyeon x Choi Chanhee: Two Helping Hands

Genre: Filthy Smut, (A continuation of 'A Helping Hand')

Warnings: Threesome, (At some point) Male x Male, Orgasm Denials, Teasing, Blowjob, Fingering, (NOT edited)

Word Count: 1.1k

Ever since you had helped Chanhee with his first time, Haknyeon has been very jealous and clingy. Not that you minded him being the latter, but when you wanted to hang with the other boys, it got a bit much at times. And his jealously, that’s another story. He had been a lot rougher with you in bed, telling you that he didn't want you hanging around Chanhee anymore. But, you had other plans. Recently, you asked both of them if they were up for a threesome. You know, to try and test the waters and hopefully make up for the tension between the three of you. Tonight was the night it would all happen and you were a nervous wreck. "What's wrong baby?" Haknyeon asked, rubbing the sides of the black dress you were wearing. It was a fitted black dress that was a little above your knees that had long, puffy sleeves. "I'm worried that you guys are gonna hate each other even more after this." He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, then pecking your lips. "Don't worry about it. Listen, I'm equally as nervous as you are but let's not ruin this before it even starts, okay?" I nod in response, blushing at his previous intimate action. Before either of us could continue the conversation, the doorbell rang loudly, indicating that Chanhee had arrived. I peeled myself away from Haknyeon, making him cross his arms and scoff. I giggled to myself softly before opening the door to see the incredibly handsome-looking Chanhee. "Wow, Y/n..." Haknyeon quickly interrupts, "She looks amazing, we know." He rolled his eyes making you scoff, "Woah babe, go easy on him." Haknyeon just nodded and quietly walked off again. "So sorry about him Chanhee, he's just a little jealous... Or a lot." You both laughed, "Trust me I would be too if I had a girlfriend that looked like you." His statement made you blush suddenly, "Oh- well thank you!" You smiled as you grabbed Chanhee's wrist to lead him into the apartment, Haknyeon's arms slithered around your waist, "I'd be careful if I were you." His words were directed toward Chanhee again. "Gosh, seriously Haknyeon the night has barely started and you're already on at him! Look, if this night doesn't go the way we want it to then we won't even need to do it again but I do not want you two fighting right off the bat. So behave or else." Haknyeon smirked, "Or else what?" You sighed, "You'll find out sooner or later." You replied, looking him up and down. Then looking over at Chanhee who was looking down at his pants, feeling painfully hard already just by the sight of you. He cleared his throat before speaking, "May I have some water, please?" After about a minute stare down with Haknyeon, telepathically debating on when to start the long night, you turned to back look at Chanhee. His incredibly pretty face made your legs feel weak and your head dizzy. "Sure!" You responded, heading towards the fridge but before you could reach for the water, Haknyeon stopped you. "You'll have to get it yourself, baby boy." Both you and Chanhee visibly gulp hard. "Y-yes, sir." Chanhee manages to stutter out. You turn to give Haknyeon a death glare but he just shrugs and smirks at you. "You liked that, didn't you?" He whispered in your ear, going behind you and cupping your breasts in front of Chanhee. Almost making him spit the water out by accident. "And you," Haknyeon starts, turning to face Chanhee as he lets go of his grip on you. "I want you undressed and on all fours in our room." His voice was strict, as Chanhee nodded and quickly walked off to our room. "You know the drill."

All of those previous events leading up to now, with Haknyeon balls deep in you as you take Chanhee's beautiful cock in your mouth, his face contorting into pleasure. "Goddess... You're a goddess Y/n." Chanhee mumbled under his breath. "Yep, and she all mine," Haknyeon growled, intimidating Chanhee a little but when I massaged his balls and hollowed my cheeks around him, he finally found the confidence to speak back. "Maybe not after this.." Haknyeon looked up at him, feeling an immaculate amount of jealousy run through him. "The fuck did you just say to me?" He pulled out of you then grabbing Chanhee by his neck, pulling him closer. "I'm sorry sir, I was just trying-!" Chanhee managed to squeak out before Haknyeon manhandled him, shoving his cock inside Chanhee's ass roughly. "Ahh~" To you, his moans were like paradise. Making your head spin. "You like this, don't you?" Hak's raspy voice makes this whole situation 10x better. You couldn't wait for him to be finished with Chanhee so your fingers trailed down your body. Then finding your clit, you rubbed it hard in need of release. Haknyeon caught a glimpse of you pleasuring yourself. "What a whore." Chanhee looked up at you, but right as he did Haknyeon, slammed his hips against Chanhee's ass once more, feeling close to cumming. "Ah, m-master- '' He moaned, making both you and Haknyeon stop. "No, please don't stop! I was close to cumming!" Haknyeon smirked at Chanhee's displeasure. "Too bad, plus I didn't know you had a master kink. If I had known earlier you just might have been able to release baby boy." Chanhee whined, making you wetter. You squirmed underneath Haknyeon when he climbed over you. As you mouthed "I'm gonna cum" He quickly took your hand away from your pussy and replaced it with his fingers. He then bent down attaching his lips onto your clit. The combined pleasure of him doing wonders on your pussy and the sight of Chanhee jerking himself off trying to get a release pushed you over the edge. "Fu-ck I'm gonna, cum!" You screamed as Haknyeon grabbed your breasts as you came. Your back was arched as you had a harsh grip on Haknyeon's hair pretty much pushing him further into your pussy. He sucked your pussy lips harder to help you ride out your orgasm. "Oh my god, that was amazing." They both laughed at your comment. "Yeah, aside from the constant orgasm denials it was." Chanhee's sarcasm made you giggle to yourself. "Well, how about this, we have round two in the bath." Haknyeon offered, making both you and Chanhee exchange glances. "Round 2 it is then!" You nodded as you remember Haknyeon telling you earlier it was going to be a long night, and that was an understatement.

#the boyz smut #the boyz scenarios #the boyz haknyeon #the boyz chanhee #the boyz drabbles #the boyz haknyeon smut #the boyz chanhee smut #tbz scenarios #tbz smut #tbz x reader #tbz chanhee #tbz haknyeon #tbz #tbz haknyeon smut #tbz chanhee smut

[infinitebells]

Can I ask for a jealous Albert x reader that may lead to smut and did the thing. Thank you!!!

my kinks kind of jumped out at this one- OOPS

“nii-san, if you are so upset with her talking to the detective, why don’t you go and talk to her? i’m sure she’d be more than understanding,” william says, but albert merely ignores him and continues to glare at the sight before him. he hadn’t realized you and sherlock holmes were old friends, but once he had spotted you with albert and william in the town square, he had to come over and say hi.

“i’m not upset,” albert finally grits out, and william has to hold back a laugh at his obvious sour mood.

“then stop frowning, you’ll get frown lines,” william teases. as albert is about to shoot back a snarky response, a loud laugh from you and sherlock’s hand on your arm catches his attention. his patience snaps, and soon he’s marching over to you. you’re so caught up in your conversation you don’t even notice albert until he’s right next to you. his hand finds yours and yanks you into him. the sudden shift knocks you off your feet, and he swiftly catches you. his hold on you is tight, keeping your chest pressed against his while his gaze shoots daggers at sherlock. the detective was well aware of how jealous albert had been growing, yet he found the entire situation extremely amusing.

“excuse me, my darling and i must be off. always a pleasure to see you detective,” albert hisses out the last word, his grip on your hand crushing your bones as he leads you to a stopped cab, roughly shoving you in before letting the driver know where to go. you haven’t spoken a word, mouth agape in shock and confusion as he slams the door behind him, sitting across from you. his eyes meet yours, and the pure fury reflected in them makes you shrink away, almost frightened at the expression on his face.

“albert? what’s wrong?” you finally speak, voice timid against his dangerous aura.

“did you have fun with the detective back there? it surely seemed like it with his hands all over you,” he spits out after glaring at you for another moment. your eyes widen at the insinuation, face burning in embarassment.

“you think i was flirting with sherlock? albert you must be joking,” you ask, hand reaching out to grab his. you’re a centimeter away from grabbing his fingers before smacking your hand away. at this, you feel your own anger start to bubble up at his actions.

“it certainly seemed like it,” his voice is level, a sheer contrast to the rage brewing in his body. the cab stops in front of the manor, and he climbs out and leaves you to sit in the carriage. practically fuming at this point, you slam the door shut behind you and storm into the house, following him into his room and closing the door behind you. “get out, i don’t want to talk to you right now,” he doesn’t even turn around to face you as he speaks, and that sets you off.

“i can’t believe after two years you think i would be flirting with someone, much less someone who i’ve only been friends with! if you’re going to be mad at me, have a damn good decent reason to be! and next time, when you ask me something, turn around and face me like the man you are!” your last words force him to turn around, and he looks at you, panting with anger and face red. his mind swirls in a combination of anger and one other emotion he can’t pinpoint until he’s unconsciously walking towards you. he realizes as he grabs your face and kisses you harshly that the other emotion is lust. the force of the kiss pushes you back into the wall, and you slam your hands into his chest, pushing him back only a few inches. you glare at him, trying to keep a hold on your resolve as his cheeks turn pink and his gaze sharpens into something more dangerous than anger. his hand shoots out, wrapping around your neck and slamming your head back into the wall. you’d shout in pain, but the adrenaline coursing through your system makes it hard to feel anything.

“bratty little girls don’t get to take that tone with me and expect to get off scott free,” he’s murmuring now, body leaning into yours and his other hand resting carefully on your hip. you swallow thickly, and he can feel it beneath his hand. his smirk grows before moving forward so your lips are millimeters away from touching his. “what do you say when you speak to me like that?” he says it like it’s a question, but you know he won’t move until you utter the words.

“i’m sorry for being a brat sir,” you whisper out, looking down. he ‘tchs’ from in front of you, one finger lifting from your throat to move your head back up.

“good girl. maybe i won’t be so hard on you now,” he finishes with a heated kiss, body shuffling forward to press into yours. his tongue smooths over your own, and the hand on your waist pulls you even closer to him. his grip on your throat releases, and he keeps your mouths attached while gripping the back of your thighs and lifting you up and onto the bed. he detaches to let you adjust before crawling over you like a predator stalking his prey. his mouth finds your jaw, teeth grazing over the soft skin before biting down hard. a needy whine slips out of your mouth, and you can feel albert’s erection poke into your thigh. his mouth moves downward, sucking and biting harshly. you’re sure your neck will be painted in marks by the time he’s done. “love, stand up and take off all of your clothes for me,” his voice pulls you out of your head, and you nod. sliding off the bed, your fingers fumble with the strings before finally undoing them. as you look up, you see albert’s shirt unbuttoned all the way and his pants undone, hand palming his dick from over his underwear. you whimper in need, tugging harder at your dress until it’s slipped completely off. by the time you’ve reached your bra, his cock is freed from his boxers and he’s slowly rubbing himself at the sight of you undressing for him. you shove off your undergarments at record speed, clambering onto the mattress to take over for him. his hands find your wrists, flipping you over so you’re flat on your back.

“please sir, let me touch you,” you plead, hips bucking up to try and find his. he smirks, sliding his belt out of the belt loops and bringing them up to your hands.

“no darling, this is your punishment for letting the detective lay his hands on you. you can’t touch me,” he says, and you whimper in protest as you feel the smooth leather wrap around your wrists. the fit is snug as he secures them together, sitting back on his heels to admire his handiwork. he revels in the sight of you sprawled out naked beneath him, writhing around with your hands bound above you. the temptation to completely devour you almost overtakes him, but he pushes it back down.

meanwhile your mouth is practically watering at the sight of him kneeling above you, shirt unbuttoned and cock heavy in his hand. you can feel arousal pool in your cunt, some leaking out as he slowly rubs himself.

“something wrong love?” he’s mocking you, and you want to respond but his fingers sliding up your soaked slit, arousal soaking them, distracts you. a wanton moan flows out of you, and you feel yourself grow even more turned on on the sight of him using your slick as lubrication to continue to rub himself. his cock shines in the golden light of the sunset outside, and he looks absolutely ethereal. you could practically cum at the sight of this alone, and the thought terrifies you.

“you wanna cum just from looking at me darling? so needy these days,” he voices your thoughts, and your head flails from side to side in panic, incoherent begs pleading him to touch you. he grins, knowing you’ve just about reached your limit.

“please albert! i need to feel you, please sir ple- ngh!” the force of his cock burying itself deep inside of your walls cuts you off, and your eyes roll back at pleasure burning in your veins.

“i’ll forgive you for not calling me sir, but don’t expect any other favors from me,” he whispers in your ear. his hands find your hips, keeping them steady before pulling out and slamming back into you all at once. a yelp escapes you before he’s pounding into you, barely giving you time to adjust. your hands tug tightly at the restraints, itching to grab onto him for support. he’s groaning above you, watching his cock piston in and out of you. a ring of white surrounds the base of it as you cream around him, cunt fluttering erratically around him.

“ahh sir please!” your hips try to move up to meet his thrusts, but his hands keep them pinned to the bed. you throw your head back, succumbing to the feeling of being trapped beneath him, completely at his disposal.

“that’s it love, now who’s are you?” his voice floats through your ears, and the overwhelming pleasure makes it hard for you to give a coherent answer, but when one of his hands slithers up your body to grasp lightly at your throat, you find it in you to choke out an answer.

“‘m yours. all yours,” your eyes open to see him grinning sharply above you. his hands find your hips again, holding them steady as he picks up his pace. you scream out, nerve endings sizzling as you clench around him.

“never forget it,” is all the warning he gives before one hand moves over and rubs harshly at your clit. you choke, the feeling tightening the knot that’s dangerously close to snapping.

“close! s-so close!” you barely have time to get the words out before you’re gone, bliss overtaking you. albert fucks you through your orgasm, releasing into you. the warmth of his cum brings you down from your high, and you focus on him again. his cheeks are red, hands holding your hips so tightly you’re sure there are bruises in the shapes of his finger tips. he exhales shakily, pulling out of you and reaching up to undo his belt. once your hands are free, he brings them to his mouth, kissing each one gently.

“you’re not in pain right? i didn’t hurt you?” concern floods his eyes, and you giggle quietly at the sight. you gingerly grab his hands, leading him down so that his head is resting on your chest and his arms are secured around your waist.

“no love, i’m okay i promise. are you?” your fingers find his hair, pushing it out of his face and twirling it around your fingers.

“i’m okay. i’m sorry i lost my temper,” his gentleman-ness starts to show again, and you press a loving kiss to the top of his head.

“it’s okay. just know i love you and only you ok?” you look down, and he looks up to meet your gaze, a lazy smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“i love you too darling,” he says, leaning up to kiss your lips softly. when he pulls back, he tugs the blanket over the two of you, shedding himself of his shirt and pants before laying his head back down on you. you both fall into a dreamless sleep, surrounded by each other’s love.

#yuukoku no moriarty #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #albert james moriarty #bells responds

[arewelonely]

could u please do 88+94, wolfstar, smut

88: ‘Look at me.’

94: ‘Stay there.’

ok hello I see what kind of mood we’re in :)

an improper wolfstar evening, some cute smut for the boys who i think have just gotten together a few months ago at this point

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“Oi, slow down, I’m gonna trip and fall and then the floor will be all bloody and Filch’ll–”

Remus held on tight to the cuff of Sirius’ sleeve, scanning the hallways… he was sure he had seen a broom closet earlier, had taken one look at Sirius before dinner and knew he wouldn’t be able to wait too long–ah, yes, right here.

“Moony, what’re we doin’? It’s gonna be dusty there, ‘n cramped, an’–”

And Remus was tripping over Sirius’ toes, but honestly who could blame him because it was impossible to maneuver into this small space gracefully, what with Sirius’ quirked eyebrows and the pout of his lips and just his general presence existing particularly wonderfully on this Tuesday night.

But he hadn’t caught on to the mood yet, and his eyes stared wide and concerned. “Hey, Remus, seriously, look at me, what’s goin’ on? You okay? Can I beat someone up?”

Remus nudged him further inside until his back hit up against the wall, pulled the door shut behind them until it clicked. His palm rested on Sirius’ chest. He pulled out his wand–“lumos”–and lay it on a shelf next to them.

“Nah,” he said. “All is okay.”

“Alright,” Sirius said slowly, face tilting and eyebrows knitting together. “What–”

Remus slid a knee between Sirius’ legs.

“Oh.” Sirius raised an eyebrow. He held a beat. “You were walking really quickly, seemed urgent, I thought something–”

Remus pressed his hips closer to Sirius, pressed his lips together to try and contain his smirk as Sirius’ eyes widened again.

“Oh, okay, okay,” Sirius grinned and moved his face closer, bumped their noses. He reached around to grip at Remus’ robes, “c’mere.”

“I dunno how I kept it together at dinner, you looking all… I dunno–”

“You were hard all throughout dinner?” Sirius’ voice was low, eyes lidded.

“Mm… you kept bumping into me.” Remus jutted his chin forward to prod their lips together. They fell into place, moving slowly. Remus cupped his hand around Sirius’ neck, fingers playing with the curls behind his ear and thumb stroking at his jaw.

Sirius swiped his tongue along Remus’ lips. “Hot,” he said against Remus’ mouth, his hand pulling at Remus’ waist so their hips knocked together.

He knew Sirius could feel everything, just as he felt Sirius growing hard against him, their hips beginning to rock back and forth and Remus fully enjoying his hand’s journey from Sirius’ chest down, down, revelling in each curve he felt and how his boy’s breathing quickened the lower he went. He tugged on Sirius’ shirt until the white fabric bunched around his hands and he could splay his fingers across Sirius’ warm stomach.

“This is really not where I thought we were going,” Sirius mumbled when Remus tilted his head to brush kisses across Sirius’ cheek and then down to his jawline.

“What, you wanted the library?” He pressed his lips on Sirius’ throat, right where his pulse beat, licking and sucking in a bruise.

“Nah, I just didn’t–oh, Re–” Sirius groaned out a laugh and clutched at Remus’ bicep.

“Mm, what was that?” Remus murmured his words against Sirius’ skin. “You wanna do this in the Restricted Section?”

Remus lifted his head to see a flash of a grin, feel the pull closer, tighter against his heavily breathing chest. He leaned in to feel the words brushing across his cheek. “Yeah, Moons, right next to the books that shout when you stroke them, you’ll–mmph–”

Remus had nosed his way to right under Sirius’ jawline again, was decorating it with kisses and sucks all around. “What were you sayin’? You wanted to study?” He moved to the other side of Sirius’ neck, mumbled his words up to Sirius’ ear. “Shall I quiz you on Transfiguration?”

Sirius gripped at Remus’ robes. “No, you’ll fit right in with the books that…”

He couldn’t help his smirk when Sirius muffled a moan into his shoulder as his hands drew lines down to his boyfriend’s belt… His boyfriend. He laughed softly into Sirius’ shoulder, couldn’t help his inhale at how good he smelled, right where his neck met his shoulder, so comforting, a smell he had known for so long, so Sirius, and here he was now, so available–

And his hands could unbuckle Sirius’ belt, his hands could dip further down to touch skin… why was Sirius always so warm, how did his body work like this, Remus was constantly cold, and oh, yes.

Remus ducked his head to bite at Sirius’ jaw, then gently at his lower lip, then pulled back to find the twinkles in his boy’s wide eyes. He grinned. “You were saying?”

“You’re impossible,” Sirius beamed at him.

“Yeah?”

“Preposterous, ridiculous, absurd–”

The corners of Sirius’ mouth were rising and his eyebrows waggled and oh, this boy was wild and beautiful and Remus felt the heat rising in his abdomen, the smile taking over both of their faces. He began to pull Sirius’ pants down a bit more as Sirius continued his rant, or maybe it was just more of a list of fancy words, the show-off, maintaining eye contact as he sunk to his knees–

“Egregious, improper–”

“Improper, huh?” Remus touched the outline of Sirius’ dick through his boxers, mesmerized at the stunned look that took over Sirius’ face.

Sirius shook his head as if to right himself again. “Yes, improper.”

Bending forward, his lips almost touching Sirius’ outline… Remus raised his eyebrows to ask. “Would you like the improper this evening, sir?”

Sirius barked out a laugh and leaned his head back on the wall with a small clunk. “Outrageous,” he snickered, “ludicrous, hopeless–ahh–”

Remus smoothed his hands around Sirius’ thighs as he mouthed along Sirius’ boxers; one hand coming up to pull the boxers down, hearing nothing except Sirius’ breathing and the small noises he allowed to escape every so often. He took Sirius directly between his lips and Sirius’ fingers tangled in his hair and they tugged on some strands every so often and Remus let a moan escape, which made Sirius’ dick jerk in Remus’ mouth, which made Remus moan more, because oh, this boy...

He was growing harder himself, straining against his pants. He moaned around Sirius when it became too much and held himself with one hand, the other still massaging Sirius’ balls and feeling the muscles that wrapped around Sirius’ upper thighs and curved into his butt.

“Remus,” Sirius whispered, “ah, I’m gonna–come here.”

Sirius’ hands were insistent when Remus rose, first clasping their faces together and then unbuckling Remus’ belt with a clink of the metal, their mouths messily smushing together in a haze of sucks and tongue tangles. Remus kissed Sirius until his mind blurred happily, his hand drifting to Sirius’ dick to continue jacking him as Sirius jerked his pants down and trailed his fingers down to Remus.

He had to bend his head down to Sirius’ shoulder when Sirius finally touched him, a gasp releasing, then a groan. His eyes slid shut and he let Sirius take him, hands running up and down his length, palm working magic and lips pressing fluttery kisses along his neck.

“Here, can I?” Sirius held himself and Remus together and they both groaned when Sirius began to jack them, his palm warm and steady, the pressure rising and falling with his strokes. Remus pressed his palm over their tips and Sirius hissed. “Ahh, stay there, right there, fuck, Re…”

He wasn’t sure who came first, only that at some point they both did, in the middle of their steady hands and stroking thumbs while blurry kisses dragged across their cheeks and up their necks.

Their foreheads rested together and they breathed slowly; Remus’ heart pleasantly slowed down and he hummed a little happy noise.

“Yeah, no shit,” Sirius mumbled, stroking Remus’ hipbone with his thumb. He reached into his robe pocket for his wand with the other hand, muttering a few cleaning spells to get rid of the mess, and then they pulled up their pants, faces still centimeters apart.

Remus sleepily nudged a kiss to Sirius’ mouth, palms on Sirius’ cheeks and then one arm wrapping around his shoulders to pull him closer. They broke apart and their foreheads bumped together again.

“I’ll always follow you, if it’s gonna lead to this,” Sirius said. “I mean, I’ll follow you anyway, but–”

“You’re beautiful.”

Sirius blinked.

“Just, I…” Remus stepped away, a little shocked the words had slipped out, but Sirius grabbed on to his arm, holding him close. “I’m glad we’re together like this. I like…” Remus shook his head, his smile small. He lifted his eyes to meet Sirius’ again. “I like being with you. And you’re beautiful.” He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow, “gorgeous, handsome, beautiful…”

Sirius grinned and smushed their mouths together again, teeth clinking and a laugh escaping. His voice was soft when he let Remus’ name escape, just a small “Moony…” and a tiny suck of Remus’ tongue.

They pulled apart after Remus couldn’t fight his yawn any more and he let it out on Sirius’ shoulder and Sirius snorted and told him that it was far too early to be tired but “alright, Moony, come on, I’ll walk your pompous arse to bed” and “seriously, Sirius, you’re the pompous one, that elaborate vocabulary of insults for me” “you were insulted?” “no, your dick was hard as a rock so I felt pretty secure on your opinion of me” and Sirius’ laugh echoed down the hallway and Remus was grinning oh so wide again and Sirius bumped Remus’ shoulder as they walked and their fingertips tangled and Sirius–

They made it to the Fat Lady and Sirius brought Remus’ hand up to his lips; he kissed Remus’ knuckles.

“And my sir, a proper end to an improper evening.”

Remus smiled despite himself. “Thank you,” he inclined his head, “O Pompous One, for a wonderful evening.”

“May there be many more in the future,” Sirius said, his thumb rubbing across where he had kissed Remus’ hand.

The Fat Lady cleared her throat. “If you could just give me the password already, I could go back to sleep–honestly, I have seen far too much debauchery over the years–”

“Sidereum nox,” Remus said loudly.

The Fat Lady continued her rant as she swung aside–“you and your friends, always coming back too late, indecent and loud, oh! So loud–”–and Remus pulled Sirius into the common room by his hand.

The fireplace filled the room with warm and peaceful crackles, nobody there–

“We’ve been gone for awhile, huh?” Sirius mumbled. He yanked Remus back so he was sandwiched in between the closed door and Remus, hands lacing around Remus’ neck.

They kissed softly.

“I’m gonna get you back for tonight, you know,” Sirius said. “Surprise you, drag you to some quiet corner of the castle and, you know, suck you off…”

Sirius’ eyes were shy but he jutted his chin forward and Remus knocked their noses together.

“Yes, please,” he bit Sirius’ lip. He pulled away to stifle another yawn, though, and Sirius grinned and poked him in the back a few times.

“Come on, Lupin, bed time,” he singsonged. And he pulled Remus up the stairs, hand holding hand, up to bed.

#this took me a smidge to write #for some reason i needed to rewrite it a tooon of times #but im quite pleased with it at the moment :) #cute boys #so much love <3 <3 #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar smut #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #hp #harry potter #writing #hp fanfic #harry potter fanfic #gn mes amours

[hourglassstationacademy]

Nakamuras past- Part 5

The group continued their journey into the desert, where supposedly Twain would wait for them. However as they arrived at one of the temples a black haired Girl with a cocky smile awaited her. 

"Why hello there. Welcome former allies."

"Centrina… so that means Twain is nearby." 

"Actually that is why I came to greet you, I wanted to bring you to him."

"Bring us there?" 

Nakamura looked doubtfully. Centrina though looked down. 

"You see… sir Twain is even more broken than the other brothers you faced and defeated… and I would find it best if you put him out of his misery"

The group was Overall a bit skeptical… but still they thought this was the best bet to get to him quickly before anything happened. 

Nakamura couldn't afford any problems,  he already lost Mika and had to go this way without her support. He needed to do it as Centrina said, make him rest so he could be at peace. 

They found him but… despite a smile his eyes looked Empty… 

"My dear Sir Twain… I returned back to you. Would you please greet our guests." 

He showed no reaction at all. Centrina sighed. 

"He was normal before… almost nothing happened after the surgery. Just a happy guy that I… fell for… we were a good team on missions, we tried our best to help the organization and in the end… we thought about escaping and raising the children of darkness ourselves...at least the ones we could save. But… they still went haywire. Without a surgery, without the control they couldn't use their powers. You see I know it's wrong what we do,but there has been a full cure yet. Some children of darkness are lucky and manage to control their powers one day. But we can't know that. That is why we put these gem seals on them… so they might be able to live that life-"

"Shut up." Dinelle was interrupting him.

"Nakamura here is the proof that research has gone farther,  we don't need those gems who cause even worse things to those people and make them near puppets. Sure he had to sacrifice an eye but… I would rather have that to be controlled and watched by this organization. And without the meddling we did, the research would be much further. That is why I chose to follow Nakamura. I hate this lovey dovey talk of yours, makes me wanna vomit, so stop your delusions and help us put an end to this." 

Centrina's face changed from the previous smile to judgement.

"Then prove to me he is fully capable of weilding that power.  And still has no drawback.  You came here to put sir Twain out of misery anyways. I watch and see if you are worthy following. But to make it fair, say ahh sir Twain." 

She held his chin softly as he opened his mouth, just to make a dull ahhh sound. 

"Behold the Song of Agony, may your mind shatter with it." 

Nakamura was pained in his head while Twain finally seemed to functionally walk again to attack. 

"You call this f-fair." Octavia spoke. 

"Don't worry they will both be on a same wave length soon." 

She spoke true, both seemed fit and capable of fighting. However it also seemed their powers increased lightly. 

Nakamura was ready to strike first.

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #hourglassstationacademy #twisted wonderland ocs #twst #twst fanschool #twst ocs #twisted wonderland fanschool #disney twst #nakamura kaneshon #nakamuras past

[darkfairy-tales]

Inception - Chapter Seven

Description: As an omega, Hongjoong was always treated wrongly in his pack. So when he is forced to be with an alpha who wasn't his mate he runs away. With little to no idea on where to go. With a small hope of finding his mate.

Character: ATEEZ, EXO, THEBOYZ, etc

Pairing: Ateez x Hongjoong, Hongjoong centric

Warning: Mentions of blood, violence, etc

Hongjoong sits in a spacious living room with his seven alphas and his father. "So seven of you are my son's mates?" Seokjoon, Hongjoong's father, enquires. "Yes sir." Seonghwa answers. "You have grown up so much Hongjoong. I am really glad that you have grown up so much. I am so sorry for leaving you but I had to. To keep you save. To keep your real identity hidden." Seokjoon says sighing sadly. "Did anyone find out? Was it why mom and......" Hongjoong trailed off not being able to voice his question out but Seokjoon understood. "Yes. The Night Walker pack alpha found out. I don't know how did he found out. But he came to us three. He didn't told anyone yet and he tried to make a deal out of it. He wanted you to be in his pack and be his son's mate. We couldn't allow that. We disagreed. But he came prepared. He was the one who killed your mother and Hakjoon. I wish I had protected them. I wish I was able to save them. But I couldn't at that time all I could think was that I had to protect you. Keep you away. I killed him. I killed Lee Sungjoon. Then I took you to Haeju and made her cast a spell which will keep your vampire side supressed till you mate." Seokjoon says his eyes brimming with tears remembering the death of his mates.

Hongjoong's eyes widened at his father's words. "N-Night walkers?" He asked. His father nods. "Lee Seungwoo. I... He is the new alpha. He came to our pack. He wanted to marry me. Uncle was ready to marry me off to him. Do you think he knows what I am?" He asked nervously. Seokjoon and other tenses at his words. "He didn't do anything did he?" his father asks. "No. After I heard about him wanting to marry I just... I ran away. That is how I came across my mates. They saved me. I don't ever want to go back dad. To that pack. They never treated me fairly. Even my own uncle hated me. He didn't let me out. Treated me like a slave. I never did any wrong yet they all treated me like an outcast. It was so hard. I thought I would die there." Hongjoong says sniffling. Seokjoon looks at his son with sad eyes. "I am so sorry son. I thought your uncle will treat you right. I didn't knew he was going to do that to you. I should have known." he says feeling guilty. "No it is okay dad. I am here. With my mates. I am over it. I am happy here and it is what that matter." Hongjoong says giving his father a small smile.

"I guess you haven't mated right?" Seokjoon says glancing at the seven alphas who were looking around nervously. "No." Hongjoong says blushing. Seokjoon laughs lightly. "You are so much like your mother. I am so glad you came here son." He says patting Hongjoong's head lovingly. "And if you all didn't know when you mate you all will get your own powers. It may be elemental or something else. For example I have the ability to manipulate the energy around me. I can take as in absorb someone's energy too and use it." Seokjoon says. "I can kill by absorbing the energy of our enemies." He added. "Does it tire you out?" Hongjoong asks. "Not for me. I am using other's energy so it doesn't tire me out people who have other powers have said it tires them out when they use their power a bit too much." Seokjoon answers. "When you get powers I will help you all on how to get control of it. One of your pack house EXO they have got powers right?" he asked. "Yes. They were blessed by a witch. It happened way before we officially became a part of Aurora Pack." Yunho says. "Always the kind people they are. They helped a group of witches and got blessed sith their powers for it." Seokjoon says fondness. "I am glad that my son is your mate. Knowing EXO I am sure you seven are as kind as them. I can trust my son in your pack." he adds. "I am glad. We promise to protect Hongjoong no matter what. Not just us. But others will do the same. We are a pack, a family after all." Yeosang says, taking pride in his pack mates.

"That's great. When you all get your power perhaps the members of packhouse EXO can help you all." Seokjoon says with a nod. They all had a meal together. Hongjoong father had accepted the seven alphas very well. After promises to come back again and to meet again Hongjoong went back home along with his seven mates. Meeting his father finally had made him feel at ease. "I am happy our father in law accepted us. I half expected to be chased away." Wooyoung says when they get home making Hongjoong laugh. "Be glad he didn't killed us to start with. I mean fathers can be protective. You remember Lay Hyung's father. Oh my god." Jongho shudders remebering how protective Lay's father. "Seven of you are just babies no one can hate you." Hongjoong says as a matter of fact. "Aww we your babies! Yours only." Mingi coos as he sit down beside Hongjoong leaning down on the omega's lap. "Get up you giant alpha. I have to wash up." Hongjoong giggles messing up Mingi's hair with his hand. "I will help you wash up. Come on." Yunho says as he leads Hongjoong up to his (their) room and into the bathroom attached to it. "I will fill up the bathroom and get some bubble ready." Yunho says as he turn on the tap filling the bath tub with warm water. When he was done he turned out about to tell the omega that it was ready but his breath hitch when he saw Hongjoong naked. He seemed shy making Yunho smirk. "Get in baby." He says. "Get in with me." Hongjoong says giving the alpha a puppy look, his cheeks tinted red.

Without a word Yunho stripped his clothes off getting into the large bath tub. Hongjoong got in after him. His back leaning against the alpha's chest. Thankfully the bath tub was really large. Enough to fit both of them comfortably. "You smell nice." Hongjoong breathes out relaxing his body against the alpha. "You smell even sweeter. Really tempting if you ask me." Yunho says as he puts some body soap on his hands. He applies them on Hongjoong's shoulder giving the smaller a massage and then wiping the soap ofd with the water. His fingers pressing lightly againt skin. "You are good at massa- ahh." Hongjoong says but ends up moaning when Yunho's finger pressed against a sensitive part. His moan making the alpha freeze. But feeling bold and daring he did the same thing again making Hongjoong moan softly. "You are so sensitive baby. It's cute." He coos. "Don't tease me." Hongjoong grumbles. "What if I want to? What are you going to do?" Yunho teases. With a grumble Hongjoong turns his body around so that he was facing Yunho. "I know how to tease you too." He says placing his hand on Yunho's thigh making the said alpha tense up, a little growl bubbling up at the back of his throat. He pulls the smaller closer kissing him. His teeth biting down on Hongjoong's soft lips making the omega whine. Hongjoong manages to change his position without breaking away from the kiss so that he was sitting on the alpha's lap, facing him. Leaning up to kiss the alpha some more.

Yunho let his hands trail down the omega's smooth skin stopping around his waist. They pull away from the kiss, both of them breathing heavily. Yunho's eyes changing color, flickering into gold. He looks down at the omega feeling satisfied when seeing his lips swollen from the kiss, cheeks red and the scent of arousal coming from him. "You are so needy baby." He says as he leans down biting lightly on Hongjoong's neck. Littering lovebites. "Mine." He growls making Hongjoong whine. "Need you... please alpha." Hongjoong whimpers shuddering when he felt Yunho trail his hands down his spine. He leans up kissing the alpha's jaw, lightly sucking on the skin making a bruise form. "Please please yunho. I-I need you. Wanna be yours. Mark me please." Hongjoong whimpers clinging onto the alpha making Yunho's breath stutter at his words. "Then be a good boy and let me prepare you fast." Yunho says but the omega just shakes his hand. "No! No need. I-I can take you." He says shyly. "Fuck baby." Yunho growls as he grips the smaller's hips. Hongjoong fumbles around grabbing the alpha's cock which was already rock hard and slowly sliding down on it. He throws his head back. The stretch giving him both pain and pleasure. Yunho grips the side of the bath tub holding himself back from shoving his mate down. He wanted to be patient especially when the smaller had skipped preparation. He didn't wanted to hurt his mate.

"So good. Please yunho. Fuck me. P-please." Hongjoong moans falling forward. His hands fumbling as he places them on Yunho's shoulder trying to hold himself up a bit. "Shit baby. Be patient. Be a good boy for me." Yunho groans as he bottoms out completely. The smaller was clinging onto him, his walls clenching around Yunho's cock making the alpha growl. "Relax baby. Can you do that for me?" He asked with a gentle voice. The omega nodding with a whine willing himself to relax. Yunho slowly starts thrusting up, the water moving along with his motion some of it spilling down on the floor but Yunho could care less about it. His thrust speeding up slowly. The omega had started to meet his thrust. "You are so pretty for me baby. So beautiful. You are such a great omega. So so pretty and so willing to be fucked and filled up." Yunho growls holding his hips, gripping on it and Hongjoong was sure it was going to leave a bruise but he didn't cared.

"Harder please Yunho!" Hongjoong cries out when the alpha had hit his prostate making him clench down on his cock. Yunho does as the omega wanted. Thrusting up faster and harder, his hands using Hongjoong's hips as the leverage and pushing the omega down harder with each thrust making the omega's back arch in pleasure. "I am going to fucking breed you. Do you want that baby? Want to fucked full with my cum? Make you pregnant. Will you be a good omega for me and let me do that?" Yunho says his inner alpha going crazy at the thoughts of marking his mate and making him pregnant. "Yes please please. Will be good for you alpha. Will carry your pups. P-please cum in m-me." Hongjoong sobs out overwhelmed with pleasure, the strong scent of his mate filling him up everytime he breathed in. The alpha fucking up to him just right hitting his prostate with each thrust. Yunho curses at the omega's words. "I am going to knot you baby. Make you keep all my cum inside you. Gonna let others know you are mine. Ours." Yunho growls as he feel his knot swell. Hongjoong was mewling at the feeling of getting more stretched out. The alpha's knot making him feel more full. His slick was helping him greatly as it made the stretch more comfortable with less pain. "You take me so well baby. Your body is just made for me. For us. Our mate. Our omega." Yunho growls possessively. His knot fully formed inside the omega's tight hole as he settled for grinding up against the omega instead of thrusting. "I am cu-cumming." Hongjoong cried out as he leaned down. His instinct making him bite down on Yunho's neck, breaking the skin and claiming his alpha. Yunho doesn't stop his movement as he throws his head back a little taking pleasure in the way Hongjoong clenched down harder. The spot Hongjoong had bit on burning but in a pleasurable way. The omega pulls away his fangs as he licks away the excess blood. The feeling of his tongue over the bite mark making Yunho sensitive to the point that with a shudder he cummed inside the omega. He leans down nosing along the Hongjoong's neck around the scent gland. His fangs growing as he bit down on it making the omega moans out loudly and whine. He pulled away after a while licking away the blood making sure his mate was not in pain or something.

Hongjoong was in a daze as he leans his body completely on his alpha. Feeling complete and satisfied. He felt light. Happy. His alpha had finally marked him. And he had marked his aloha too. Hongjoong thought to himself happily, with a smile. But he froze at one thought. He had marked his alpha. He pulls away a little looking at where he had bitten. "I-I am sorry! I am sorry. I didn't.. I didn't meant to mark you alpha. I am sorry." He cries out as tears fills up his eyes. Yunho looks at him confusedly as he holds the omega close and making him stay still as his knot hasn't gotten down. "Baby why are you saying sorry for marking me?" He asks. "Omega. are not.. we are not allowed to mark out alphas. We are no-not supposed to. I was not supposed to mark you. I was taught to not mark our alpha b-but I marked you." Hongjoong says as tears fell down looking at the alpha with guilt. "Oh baby what have they been teaching you. Listen Joongie. I don't care what they have told you. Not just me others won't care. I am proud to be marked by you. I am proud to carry your mark. Proud to let others know that my omega has marked me. And every omega had the right to mark their alphas. So don't cry baby okay?" Yunho says as he wipes away his tear. Hongjoong nods at him sniffling. "I love you Yunbear." He says cutely as he hugs the alpha making Yunho giggle too at his cuteness.

When his knot went down he slowly pulled out from the omega who whined. "Well baby it's time we take an actual shower. Or else we are going to catch a cold from stayinh wet with water for long." Yunho says laughing as he helps Hongjoong out of the bath tub. "The water is dirty. We have to change it now." Hongjoong grumbles pouting making Yunho laugh. "I will do it baby." He says as he drains the water and fill the tub with clean, new warm water. Then they got back inside as they actually washed up. After they were done Yunho helped Hongjoong dry his hair and they dressed up. The smaller clinging to Yunho. Their fresh mating bond still settling down. It was going to make Hongjoong more clingy towards Yunho than usual not that the alpha minded. He loved how cute Hongjoong was being. "Get dressed up baby." Yunho says as he passes a comfortable short and a large sweatshirt which belonged to himself to Hongjoong. He also got his clothes on a white shirt and a sweatpant. "I need cuddles Yunbear. Please. My ass hurts so I need your cuddles as a compensation for the pain in my ass." Hongjoong complain with a pout. Yunho grins at him. "Well who was the impatient one." He teased receiving a smack on the chest immediately. He picks Hongjoong up easily making the omega yelp. He carries him to the bed. Both of them getting up on it, pulling the light and soft blanket over them. Yunho pulls the omega close to him, hugging him. "I love you Joongie. I am really glad that you are our mate. You are perfect." He mumbles. Hongjoong's heart swelled at his words. "I love you too Yunbear. You guys are the best. I am happy you guys are my alphas." He says pecking the alpha's lips. "Rest now baby. Sleep. You must be tired." Yunho says, he nose near the omega's neck. His nose filling up with the omega's calming scent making him feel relaxed. Both of them drifting off to dreamland with their steady heartbreats lulling each other to sleep. Both their hearts content. The mating bond settling between them.

[Inception Masterlist]

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[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: “Have you heard about that Min boy?” Prequel Part: 2

Pairing: dom! Yoongi x sub! brat! Reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), trigger warning!! abusive parent.

Rating: 18 and over

“A date!” You say aloud to your BFF as you toss clothing from your closet. “Like a date date or a booty call date?” She asks seemingly uninterested whilst scrolling through her phone. “A date date. He said to dress nice, that we would be having dinner.” You pull out a black tube top mini dress and place it in front of your body as you look it over in the mirror. “Well?” You ask you BFF who pays no mind. You turn and toss a rolled-up shirt from the ground at her. “Ahh, what? Sorry if I am not too enthusiastic about you going out with this guy. He seemed like such a jerk at Joon’s party. I don’t know.” You shoot her an angry look. “That's hot, wear it, but I stand by my last statement. Besides, have you heard all the rumors swirling around about him. I would steer clear.” You pull the dress on, thinking over what she's saying. You had heard the rumors about Min Yoongi. He was a bad boy, a playboy, a rich kid, a spoiled entitled jerk, hot, untouchable, yet for some reason it was all these things that made you want more and more of him. If what happened at Namjoon’s party was any indication of the things to come, you couldn’t wait to find out more about that sultry Min boy. It had been a long time since anyone had come into your life and taken the reigns the way he did that night and you were so ready to be all his. You do your makeup, curl your hair and put on some sexy heels. You were so ready to be dominated. “Drop me off at home on your way to see Satan.” Your BFF says. You chuckle and agree.

“Goodnight Daddy!” You yell into the house before heading into the garage. You drop your friend off and use your GPS to take you to Yoongi’s house. You park in the driveway and make your way up the stairs, knocking on the black door marked 33. The door is opened by a tall slender man in a suit. “Hi,” He says looking you over, “They are in the study talking. I am assuming you're a friend of Yoongi’s. It may be best to wait in your car.” He tells you. You feel your face flush. “Let her in, Cho.” You hear Yoongi command, the man in the suit stands tall and pulls the door open for you to enter before bowing to Yoongi. You enter and are greeted by a kiss on the cheek, as Yoongi pulls you close. He’s in light denim and a leather jacket. “You said dress up.” You remark at his outfit. He bites his bottom lip and looks you over. “I am dressed up and you look amazing. You know I would've worn a certain Dior outfit but if I can recall it was ruined by someone.” He pulls you close to him and kisses your lips hard. You push him away, bashful at the watchful eyes of the man in the suit. “I don’t know what you're talking about Yoongi.” You reply coyly. He smirks, interlocking your fingers with his. “We should get going.” He whispers into your ear. “Yoongi!” A deep voice shouts causing you to jump. You go to pull away from Yoongi’s body, but he still has your fingers interlocked together and only draws you closer. “I am not done with you.” The man says with a nod towards the room he just appeared from. “Is this a bad time?” You whisper to Yoongi. “No baby,” He kisses you gently, “Wait for me here. This won't take long.” He assures and walks over to the room. You remain in the same spot and watch as Yoongi disappears into the room with the click of the door behind him. The man in the suit still sits in the living area. “They’ve been at it for over an hour.” He mumbles while staring at you. “Who?” You foolishly ask. “Yoongi and his father, he's disrespectful that boy. Always giving his father trouble, the problem child that one.” He remarks with disdain. “And who are you?” You ask defensively. “His uncle,” He leans back on the couch now and crosses his legs, “I assume you’re the latest flavor. Quite the appetite that boy. Has never brought one to the house however, so that’s gotta count for something……. or not?” He shrugs. You swallow down an angry lump in your throat, kicking yourself for wearing something so revealing. You can feel his Uncle’s eye on you, examining your exposed skin.

Suddenly, you hear Yoongi shouting. “I didn’t want to move to this fucking place. You cheated; You lied; you ruined the family. If anyone brings dishonor to this house, it’s you!” He shouts. Your anxiety shoots through the roof as you scan the room to not seem nosey. When the door yanks open you jump slightly. Yoongi appears red faced. “My father would love it if you could join the family for dinner this evening.” He says through clenched teeth, his father looming in the hall. Your jaw drops as you look from Yoongi to his father and back again. You start to ramble as Yoongi takes your hand and squeezes gently. “Would you like to sit and have dinner with me and my family?” His tone changes and appearance soften with this next ask. You nod and Yoongi quickly whips around and bows to his father. “Come y/n, I’ll show you to the washroom.” He says, leading you down the hall and past the watchful eyes of his father. “What was that about?” You ask. Yoongi is silent until you reach the washroom. “Dominance.” He mumbles, waving you inside. “I don’t understand and now I feel under dressed.” He smiles slightly. “I can grab you a jacket if you’d like and honestly, I stopped trying to understand my father long ago. Now we just coexist. Don’t worry baby, I’ll be here with you. One quick dinner and you’ll have me all to yourself. Would you like that?” He says seductively as he stands behind you and wraps his body around yours. “Yes.” You moan while washing your hands. His eyes go dark with lust. “Yes, what?” He whispers in your ear before biting down on your neck, suckling at the aching spot soon after. “Yes, sir.” You whimper at the feel of his hot tongue on your neck. He lightly squeezes your breast before running his hands slowly down your torso. “So sexy. Finish washing up and I’ll be back with a jacket for you.” You nod, feeling the cold rush of your bodies disconnecting as he walks off into the house.

Yoongi returns with a black suit jacket and helps you into it. You both look the fit over in the mirror. “Perfect, like my sexy little brat.” He whispers to you. You smile while buttoning the top button of the jacket. “Come, let’s get this over with.” He holds his hand out for you to take. You grasp his hand as he leads you back towards the front of the house and off to the dining area. The table is already set with his father seated at the head of the table. To his right is an unknown woman and to his left the creepy uncle. Yoongi pulls the chair out for you beside the unknown woman and takes his seat next to his uncle. “So, y/n, how long have you been seeing my son?” Yoongi's father smiles at you. “Just a few weeks.” You reply. Yoongi doesn't look towards his father at all, instead opting to stare directly at you. The eye contact, you find, keeping you calm. “My son doesn't really do girlfriends or perhaps he does too many.” His father scoffs. You shift uncomfortably in your seat. “A learned behavior.” Yoongi states matter of fact, never breaking eye contact with you. “Y/n, meet my step mother, Kim Lee An.” Yoongi smirks, pointing to the woman beside you. You turn and smile at her and she gives you a tight lip smile in return. “Min, her last name is now Min.” His father corrects. You nod in response. Just as Yoongi opens his mouth to speak, dinner is being served by two chefs. You feel relief wash over you as everyone now focuses on their meals. “Looks delicious.” You remark out loud but no one says anything in return.

Everyone begins eating, everyone but Yoongi that is, who is seemingly swirling food around on his plate. You stare at him now, hoping to catch his attention. He finally looks up from his plate and you silently ask if he's OK. He smiles at you but says nothing. “We should get going.” Yoongi announces, standing from the table. “You haven't eaten,” his father remarks, “You insult the chef.” Yoongi gives his father an annoyed look. “The chef will live.” Yoongi comments, holding his hand out to you. “Such disobedience brother.” Yoongi's uncle instigates. “I agree.” The step mother chimes in. Yoongi shoots her a look meant to kill. “Let's go y/n.” Yoongi says between clenched teeth. You immediately stand. “Yoongi,” his father shouts while quickly approaching causing you both pause in your tracks. “You dishonor me.” His father seethes before swiftly back handing Yoongi across the face. You gasp, jumping and covering your mouth with your hand. For what feels like forever, Yoongi and his father stare at one another. Not sure of what to do, you grab Yoongi's hand and squeeze gently. “Let's just go.” You urge. Yoongi finally breaks eye contact and looks at you, nodding and leading you to the door.

You jump into Yoongi's car and he takes off driving. You both say nothing but the tension is palpable. You wonder for a moment where you are going and what he's thinking. “Do you want to talk?” You ask. “No.” He responds. “I don't understand what happened back there.” You urge. Yoongi's face reddened and although you stare, he says nothing. Soon, he slams his palms on the wheel causing you to jump. You take a deep breath, watching as his knuckles begin to turn white with his tightened grip on the wheel. He pushes firmly on the gas and the car begins to speed up. You find your heart accelerating with the realization setting in that Yoongi is beyond upset. “Yoongi, slow down.” You shout feeling panic set in. He says nothing, never even pulling his eyes from the road. The tires screech against the pavement as he cuts quickly around a corner. You yelp at the feeling of your stomach dip. “Please.” You pant, closing your eyes and placing your hand on his arm. Soon the car screeches to a full stop and the only sound left is your heart pounding in your ears and Yoongi panting breathlessly. “Yoongi…” You finally manage, opening your eyes only to be greeted by a hard and desperate kiss. Yoongi grips on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to his wanting tongue. You sigh into the kiss, allowing Yoongi to take full control. He growls quietly, taking a grip of your ass. Your tongues continue to swirl around one another until Yoongi breaks the kiss sucking gently on your lower lip. “Come here. I need you.” He whispers, unbuttoning his jeans to release his thick veiny cock. You moan at the sight of him brazenly stroke his length, feeling your juices flow and pussy seize.

He leans his seat back allowing space for you to join him. “Come.” He says again, this time reaching for you. You swallow, desperately and clumsily making your way across the gear shift causing Yoongi to chuckle softly. He helps you to get into a comfortable position above his cock. “I’ve never done this. I didn’t even take my panties off.” You whisper to him, lowering your hand to take over stroking his glorious member. He groans at your touch, licking his lips, watching you intently with lust in his eyes. “I don’t care. I just need you, need to feel you, be close to you.” He replies softly before rubbing your now drenched cunt through your panties. You toss your head back at the feeling of pleasure that courses through you. “More.” You whine, grinding yourself into his hand. “My greedy little brat.” He smirks whilst quickly yanking your panties to the side causing you to grip his shoulders for balance as he suddenly hitches his hips up to shove the whole of his cock into you. You both cry out at the feeling. “So, fucking tight.” He whispers into your ear before grabbing your ass with his cool large hands. Slowly, he guides you from root to tip, allowing your stretched cunt to adjust to his girth. You bite your lip at how amazing every ridge of his cock feels against your needy walls. “God, you feel so fucking good.” You shout, surprised at how quickly your orgasm begins to rise up into your belly. You wrap your arms around his neck, lifting your left knee onto the gear shift and begin to thrust only your waist, hastening your pace faster and faster unto Yoongi’s cock. You both stare directly into each other eyes, out of breath, listening to the lurid sounds of each other’s combined arousal fill the small space. As you look over Yoongi’s beautiful face, you feel your heart fill with a ton of emotions that cause thousands of thoughts to race through head. It causes you to be brave. “You like the feel of this cunt around your cock baby?” You ask, waiting for him to stop you, to take control, but instead he just moans and groans watching you ride him before taking you by the mouth. He sucks and licks at your lips and tongue, moving down to your neck, peppering you with kisses. You try to remember another time you’ve felt so connected and consumed by another man before.

“Fuck,” You exclaim, feeling the tension in your belly rise, “I don’t ever want this to end.” You admit. “You’re so beautiful.” Yoongi moans into your chest trailing kisses downward, yanking your top to reveal your breast. Your nipples stand at attention as the cool air hits them. Yoongi waste no time wrapping his mouth around your right nipple, tugging and twirling it between his teeth causing you to yelp and moan. “Oh God! Yoongi….” You barely manage as you feel your heat reach its boiling point. “Cum on my cock baby. Show me how much you love my cock.” He smirks between your breast before moving to the left nipple, tugging and suckling until your body begins to quake. Your release crashing over you in long hot waves causing you to call out his name. “I’m going to cum baby. You ready for me to fill up your sweet cunt?” He groans, gripping your hips. “Yes, God, yes. Fill me up. I need to feel you inside of me.” The pressure from your tightening cunt causes him to grip your hips tightly while he slams his cock deep within you, his swollen tip pressing right against your cervix as his release quickly engulfs him and his seed spurts out into you, coating your sensitive walls. He holds you in place in his lap until his cock has settled inside you and he has finished riding his high. “That was amazing.” You tell him, pushing your forehead against his. He grabs you by the chin and pulls you into a gentle kiss. “What's gotten into you Min? Because whatever it is. I think I like it.” You laugh. Yoongi chuckles. “Don't get used to it, let's just say you caught me at a vulnerable time.” You smile, brushing his hair from his face. “I think I like that you can be vulnerable with me.” You whisper to him. He scoffs and shake his head. “I don't know if I like it y/n.” He replies. “Why is that?” You tease him now by grinding your pussy into his lifeless cock. He grabs you tightly by the hair and yanks your head back causing you to gasp. He plants kisses along your exposed neck and along your jaw before whispering in your ear. “Because I make rules here brat. Is that understood?” You moan at the feeling of his growing erection against your moistened lips. “Yes. Yes.” You pant, sliding your slick lips along his shaft. “Yes, what?” He growls. “Yes, sir!” You cry out as he slowly enters you once more.

#bts smut #suga x reader #yoongi smut

[thottyhrs]

Just a lil world building and build up between myself and a certain... rat.

Not my best work, but I finally had the motivation to push myself and write something I’ve been wanting to make for a while ;;

Blasted thing!

Ratigan growled, outstretching his cloak and observing the long tear. He usually kept his attire in pristine order, so something like this was more than just a tad irritating. As he wondered where such a tear could have come from, the bigger question popped in his mind— where would he go to stitched? He wasn’t well versed in sewing, nor did he trust any of his idiotic goons to fix it properly. As he walked along the streets of London, he kept his eyes peeled. He couldn’t exactly stroll into any boutique, considering his face was all over the papers. Perhaps he could just manipulate some poor worker?

That seemed to be the plan as he walked up to a small shop, nestled just outside of Baker Street. He rubbed his chin, looking around the empty city. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of potentially running into trouble if he went further down the street. His worst nightmare would truly come to light if he ran across that second rate detective while he was out in the open. Time to test his luck, he thought.

He walked onto the porch, noticing the little bell strung just above the door. He gave it a tug. The soft ring went off, sounding similar to a wind chime. However, no one showed up. He tapped his foot, his patience quickly growing thin. He tugged the thread of the bell once more, glaring at the door. He pulled out his pocket watch, checking the time. He couldn’t wait around all night— and despite his better judgement, he’d prefer to just head home with tattered clothes than stand outside in the dreary night.

Just as he was about to call quits, a small voice broke him out of his train of thought.

“Excuse me, sir?”

He looked behind him, seeing the mouse at the bottom of the stairs. At least, he assumed she was one— she was quite tall, much taller than many other mice he’s met. However, her large eyes and small tails proved to him she wasn’t a rat. She took off her hat, showing off her puffy brown hair. She smiled up at him before speaking. “May I help you?”

He raised an eyebrow, smirking softly as he slid his watch back into his jacket. Considering she didn’t look at him with fear or suspicion, Ratigan suspected he caught a lucky break. She didn’t recognize the criminal— he wasn’t sure how, but he surely wasn’t going to complain. “Good evening, my dear. I assume you’re the owner of this little boutique.”

She nodded in response. “Yes. I hope you weren’t waiting too long.” She said, walking up the stairs to speak with him face to face. “Are you here to pick up a suit or—?”

He snickered. Such a polite little thing, he thought. “I don’t suppose you would be able to stitch up something for me?” He asked. He watched as her eyes brightened up with a smile on her face. “Of course! Please, come in.” She said, slipping around him and pulling out her keys, unlocking the door for the both of them. The professor was taken aback by the young woman’s generosity— if he didn’t know any better, it was almost like was walking into a trap. Though, judging on cover alone, so to speak, she didn’t seem like the detective type. He stepped inside without a second thought, taking in all of his surroundings. The shop was quite... quaint— if you could even call it a shop.

It looked more like a home. If the many mannequins weren’t present, adorned with their beautiful gowns and handsome tuxedos, it would look like a typical living room. Upon further inspection, he saw the small basket of threads and needles that stood beside the lounge chair— which sat in front of the brick fireplace. All those put together, Ratigan was able to deduce that this young woman lived alone and wasn’t very well off. Much of her furniture looked to be hammy downs, most likely from her grandparents, as the manufacturing seemed old fashioned.

Normally, he wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like this. However, he didn’t have much choice at this point. “I’m sorry if it looks kinda messy.” She said, a hint of nervousness was present in her voice. “Would you like something to eat? I have some crumpets fresh from the oven.”

“No thank you, my dear. However... a cup of tea does sound rather nice.”

“I’ll brew a pot, then! How does earl grey sound?”

“Perfect. No sugar, please.”

She gave a quick nod before rushing to the kitchen, just a few steps across from the front room. He sat down on the doily couch, resting his elbow upon the arm rest. He couldn’t deny, being offered tea and crumpets out of the blue from a random stranger felt... odd. Civility wasn’t something he normally came across, especially in his line of work. Then again, that didn’t mean he was against it. She was clearly a naive, overly trusting person— the kind of mouse that would be a victim of his blackmail. If he didn’t have to work in order to get some obedience, then there was no need to complain. That reminded him... her voice— she clearly wasn’t British, or European for that matter. She sounded foreign... American perhaps?

Before he could pounder further, the smell of freshly brewed tea enveloped his nose. He couldn’t help but smile— it smelled absolutely delicious. The young lady placed the cup in front of him, the saucer gently clicking against the wooden table. “There you are.”

She sat down in the lounge chair across from him, watching as he took a sip of his tea. It wasn’t the most delectable, but it was certainly above average. It almost made him forget why he was there... wait a minute—!

“So, what did you need stitched up?” She asked. He cleared his throat, feeling a touch embarrassed that the reason he was here had completely slipped his mind. “Ah, yes. Pardon me.” He began.

“It’s my cloak, you see. Damn thing caught on something. Quite the nasty tear.”

“Oh! May I see?”

She quickly stood back up, approaching him and undoing the clasps on his cloak. Once she saw the rip in question, she let out a wondering hum. “Hmm... shouldn’t take too much time, nor would you need any patches. I can sew it back up no problem, will only take a few minutes.” She said, returning back to her chair and pulling out the basket of threads he saw before. “I’ll try my best to hurry. I don’t wish to take up anymore of your time.”

“Not to worry, my dear. I’m a patient man, especially in the presence of such a lovely image.”

He couldn’t help but smirk as he watched her fur fluff up, her gaze quickly avoiding him and down to her fumbling fingers. “You’re too kind, sir.” She muttered softly, a soft blush now present on her cheeks. Ratigan was no stranger to swooning others, men and women, but that was a little too easy. “Actually... would you be so kind as to tell me your name before showering me with compliments?” She asked, peeking up at him with a raised eyebrow and sly smile. He let out a deep chuckle, resting his chin on the palm of his hand and looking at her with half lidded eyes. He didn’t mind a little playful banter. Although, would it truly be wise to out himself? She didn’t seem to recognize him when they first met, so it’s possible that perhaps... she truly didn’t know who he was. He wasn’t much of a gambling man, but he was willing to make that risk— worst case scenario, he can manipulate and threaten her.

“Professor Padraic Ratigan. And you are?”

“Pleasure.” She said, bowing her head. “Oh! Um... it’s Madelyn. Though, I’m not too big on formalities— Maty is just fine.” She added.

Hmmm... Madelyn, if he remembered correctly, it was a name of French origin— it’s more popular meaning being ‘high tower’. He held back a laugh, finding the name rather fitting, given her height. Her continued politeness lead him to assume that she truly had no idea who he was or that he had even existed prior up to this point. What luck, he thought.

The room became quiet as Maty continued to sew. He was impressed that she was able to work while they spoke, even when her eyes weren’t on the garment. It was clear she was very experienced. His eyes followed her supple fingers as they gently and carefully threaded through the fabric. Feeling his gaze on her, Maty cleared her throat. “Um... so... Professor, may I ask what you are a professor of?” She questioned. She seemed a bit uncomfortable by his staring. Noted.

“Ah, I’m afraid it isn’t anything too extravagant. I was a mathematician for a university.” He answered. That seemed to peak her interest, her gaze moving away from her work and back towards him. “Really? What made you want to leave?”

“Oh... a change in occupation, shall we say.”

That seemed to satisfy her, as she let out a content hum. For a moment, he assumed she was trying to interrogate him. Maybe he should do the same. “If we’re exchanging personal information. I’m curious why an American mouse would move so far from home. Considering it seemed to be a heavy burden on your finances.”

He grinned, seeing the shock on her face. What looked so obvious to him probably wasn’t to others. She seemed a little offended by his assumption, retorting with a not so humored stare. “For a man who most likely came from nothing, that’s quite the stone you threw from your glass home.”

Ooo, feisty. Usually, he would get rather insulted by such an insinuation, but her precious little smirk made it more forgiving. “Oh, I don’t mean any offense. I was just intrigued, that’s all.” He said. She sighed, laying the cloak on her lap. “I’m sorry. I’ve unfortunately heard that question many times from... not so friendly people.” She said. “If you’d really like to know— I’ve wanted to challenge myself and travel from a while now. I figured London was a nice place to start. It’s been an interesting change of pace, especially compared to Florida.”

Ahh, so that’s where she was from. He couldn’t hear a southern accent, so he was curious what part of America she was from. Florida certainly wasn’t his first guess. “I’m surprised such a charming woman like yourself is from a swamp of all place.”

She giggled, her hand over her mouth, barely covering her smile. Seems buttering her up works wonders. “I wouldn’t consider it a swamp, but since you’re British, I’m sure you’d assume any place in the world that doesn’t have an obnoxiously large clocktower to be just a rickety old swamp town.” She taunted. Not bad, she knew how to tease back. To be fair, they were childish and surface leveled, but it’s not everyday he meets someone with a little backbone.

She stood up, showing off the sewn up cloak to him. “All done.” She announced. He was pleasantly shocked— the craftsmanship was superb, you couldn’t even see the thread. “I suggest being more cautious. The stitch work, if ripped and teared again, might do more damage to the fabric.” She explained as he had him stand up, buckling the cloak back around his shoulders. The two were rather close to each other, he could see some of the details on her face. She had a freckle just below the right side of her lip, long eyelashes along with greenish blue eyes. She was quite beautiful, even the professor couldn’t deny that. “Thank you for your service, my dear.”

He took her hand into his, bringing it up to his mouth and planting a kiss upon her fur. She smiled wide, looking to the side and gently batting her eyes. “It was nothing, really.”

“Now, how much would this cost?”

As he was about to pull out his wallet, Maty quickly grabbed his wrist, stopping him in an instant. “Oh, thank you, but... I do stitching for free. Besides, I was a bit rude earlier.” She said, muttering the last part under her breath. Perhaps others would consider it rude— he thought of it as nothing more than cheeky banter. Other than that, he was surprised that she was offering her work for free. Why would you look a gift horse in the mouth, right?

“Very well. Oh! Before I leave, I would like to try one of your crumpets, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course, one moment.”

She rushed to the kitchen, taking a small baggy and placing a couple crumpets inside, tying it up with a bow. She figured it was better than giving him one with just a napkin or something. As she came back out, she was surprised to see that the man was gone. She blinked a few times, looking around the room. “Professor?”

As she made her way back towards the coffee table, she noticed from the corner of her eye— a subtle shimmer. She looked over and saw a diamond, a small pouch filled with coins, along with a letter. Did she really take that long or was he really that fast? She picked up the paper, scanning it with her eyes and reading out loud. “Thank you for your work, hope to see you again soon. Sincerely, Professor Ratigan...”

Her heart skipped a beat as she finished. She looked back down at the pouch, picking it up and looking inside. Her eyes shot wide— there had to be at least a hundred pounds or more, not to mention the beautiful diamond he left behind. She was honestly so overwhelmed— a part of her wanted to rush outside, look for the man and return the money. However, she had barely enough to get by lately— some nights she had to go to bed hungry. All of this could keep her fed and stable for a while. She smiled wide, hugging both the letter and pouch close to her chest. What luck, she thought. Who knew London would have such a kind soul?

#self ship #self shipping #self insert #fanfics #writing for me #Author insert #Handsome Rat 🐀 #gmd

[ookami-tsun]

Transfer student

This is another unedited story

Zhongli

My family has been moving to different regions for my father's work. And finally, he have been told that he can settle down in this region... Liyue. No more friending people just to leave afterwards.

Now I can stay in this new school indefinitely..!

Anyways, the first thing I did when I reached the new school, Liyue Academy was to meet the homeroom teacher on Saturday to get the uniform and introductions before Monday.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N it may be hard for you to transfer her mid-year, but I'm sure you will fit well..” the teacher, who is called Cyrus, starts to go on and on with the formalities, something I have gone through many times. It was a pain to listen to, but I listened in case I missed anything important or even give a bad impression to the teacher.

After listening for 10 minutes (trying not to fall asleep), Cyrus finally stopped when there was a knock at the door.

“Good morning teacher, I am here to bring the transfer student around.” Someone with a reserved yet polite voice spoke out when the door opened and I turned speechless as I look at the newcomer.

He is really tall… Estimated probably around 6’ tall. The perfect height for a school idol! If there is any fan club, I want to join!

“Ah, good morning Zhongli… You came at the right time, I was just talking to Y/N, the transfer student. Y/N, this is Zhongli, the student council president who will be guiding you around in school. If you have any problems, just approach him for help” Cyrus said after Zhongli, the newcomer who entered the room.

“N-Nice to meet you Zhong...Zhongli” I stuttered realizing how I was staring at him like a pervert.

I can't help it! It was like Archon spilled all the handsome powder for onto creating him that everyone paled in comparison to him. Ahh… Dear Archon...Thank you for giving me a chance to be able to look at such a handsome person face to face…

“Haha… You do not have to be so nervous, we are fellow schoolmates, so we shouldn’t be so awkward to each other” Zhongli spoke to me when he heard me stutter. It was embarrassing but I felt that this embarrassment was worth it when I could see his wonderful smile and hear his laughter: his smile blinded me as his soft voice sounded like a flute playing and gently caressed my ear buds.

"Zhongli, you have to-"

“Well then, may I bring Y/N away so I can introduce the school?” Zhongli turned away and asked Cyrus who was going to start on another lecturer talk of his.

Cyrus coughs as he realized that he almost started on another speech of his “S-sure, Just make sure to pass Y/N the school uniform after that...”

Upon hearing his dismissal, Zhongli quickly brought me out of the office and was shown around in the school.

While walking, he suddenly spoke “Don’t mind Cyrus’ long-windedness, he may be long-winded, but he is actually caring and serious when he needs to.” he smiles at me which took my soul away before continuing “I hope you will enjoy yourself in school and if you have any problems, just approach me. I will do my best to help you out.. You can approach me even if you have nothing to do.”

He is really very considerate and attentive… I am looking forward to having a good time at this school. More importantly, his whole being heals me

----Cafeteria----

After introducing important places to me, I was brought to the cafeteria. By the time we reached, it was already time for lunch. Which lucky for us, as it is not very crowded, probably because it is on the weekend.

“This is the cafeteria, we have more places to eat here, but I personally recommend on this place because they have good food and atmosphere” he walks towards one of the stalls and showed me “It is cheap too” he was sure of himself as he nods to himself

I looked at the menu and almost choked on my saliva.

C-cheap…?! It is 3 times the price outside! is Zhongli… a... rich...

“Zhongli! I have been waiting for you!” One of the students approached Zhongli while pushing me away. “You are late, I forgot my mora, so please buy food for me!”

This person is really rude! There's so much space to walk, but he chose to walk into me! And.. is this person.. Trying to take advantage of Zhongli?! No on will fall for i-

“Sure, how much do you need?”

… He fell for it!

Zhongli took his wallet out and opened it... There... there's nothing inside!

"Tsk, you got no money on hand?! Tell Childe to transfer some to you!" the rude ass told him as he figured out that there was no money inside the purse

“Zhongli!” I called out as I pulled him away before he could do anything “You are not supposed to just give when someone asks! It seems like you have no mora, so why are you trying to lend it to a bully?!”

“Well...He doesn’t ask for a lot..? And he always seems to be in a hurry for it” He looked at me and tilted his head, wondering why I was overreacting. He mumbles the amount that the student usually asks for.

I was speechless as I tried to process his words... How, what, who am I?!

“D-did he pay you back?!” I ask as soon as I cleared my mind… He won’t forget right? When one borrow money, they should pay back-

“No…?”

“No?! How could yo-”

“Oi oi, what are you trying to say...little transfer student, if you want to stay in this school, you have to know who is the boss...” the student who asked for mora started approaching and pulled me by the collar, pulling me close to his face so close that I can smell his smelly breath.

“...So I am supposed to get my mora back after lending it? If that the case...” Zhongli approached grabbed the bully's arm before removing it from my collar, this allowed me to stand on the ground safely.

Before I can get away from from the bully though... I was punched in my face which forced me to squat down on the spot.

"Oh dear..."

Suddenly a new voice appeared and is accompanied by the sound of boots walking closer to us.

"Are you bullying my poor head of student councilor?"

"Ugh...!" the bully shouted in pain and I glanced up to see that the bully was lifted from the ground by the collar with people whisper as they started to enjoy the scene.

"Why are you asking Zhongli for mora when you can ask me... No wonder he always asking for more nowadays..."

"T-t-tartaglia..! If you have anything to say, let's talk somewhere private and-"

"No~ Let's settle this right now..." the guy named Tartaglia spoke in a sad voice "I hope you will leave Zhongli alone, he didn't even have time for me recently, I feel neglected"

This bully... He is a all bark and no bite guy, such a sharp contrast to how he acted before... He trumped over the weak and fear the strong

"How about all the mora you borrowed from Zhongli become mine...? Zhongli wouldn't mind right?"

"Sure" Zhongli replied as Tartaglia answered which made him smile happily

"Ah... He agreed to me! How about agreeing to my marriage propos-"

“G-give back you say…?” Once he heard about returning money, the bully cut Childe's sentence halfway as he started panicking and glancing around “Y-yes, mora…! Zhongli gave them to me! I didn’t borrow it from you! So there is no need to return!”

He break away from Tartaglia and made a dash out of the cafeteria when all of us was not focused.

“Oi! Come back!” I shouted out towards the bullying, as he ran off too quick to be chased

This is no longer as simple as giving back the mora now... As this guy, Tartaglia... He is not a simple person that just let's people off, especially when it is related to Zhongli... He is such a Zhongli simp and hates letting him (Zhongli) suffer such grievance

“Y/N it is okay, he won’t get away as long as he wants to stay in school. Let's not be bothered about him anymore...” Zhongli grabbed onto my arm when I decided to chase after him to end this before its too late for the bully to survive (From Tartaglia)

“B-but..!”

"Little kiddo... Listen to Zhongli and let me settle this.." Tartaglia met my eyes and started giving off an evil aura as grin at me. "He wanted to take advantage of Zhongli when I haven't even..."

Dear sir... Your inner thought is leaking out...

"Y/N, let's leave it to him like he suggested... We should get you to the infirmary"

As he conviniently forget Tartaglia, he took my arm and pulled me out of the cafeteria

"Zhongli! Wait..!" Tartaglia who came out of mumbling his inner thoughts started chasing after us and try to talk flirt with Zhongli

"Ajax... I thought you want to help me with the problem just now...?"

Hearing Zhongli calling Tartaglia as Ajax, I got confused as I turned from him to Tartaglia and noticed that...Tartaglia.exe stopped working and froze on the spot.

"Come on, leaving your face like this will make it painful and swollen"

---- student councilor room ----

“I am back, I brought the transfer student Y/N with me-”

Before Zhongli can announce our arrival, someone ran to the door and startled me as I was almost crashed into

“A-are you alright?!” the person who bumped into me asked in a worried voice. This girl have purple long hair which is tied in twin tail style, and even have buns that made her look like a cat.

"Keqing, We are fine... Just that Y/N is injured as this poor student was punched in the face" Zhongli replied as he stood in between us.

“My bad.. cough… so, you are the new transfer student, Y/N…? Hi, I am Keqing, one of the student councilors here...”

"You even brought this newcomer around the campus the whole day... What if you made another person crush on you..."

Keqing mumbled to herself, but I can hear what she saying... (-_-) Is she interested in Zhongli...?

She pushed me forward to a corner of the room while asking “Y/N, can you follow me for awhile? Zhongli, don't follow us, this is private talk!”

Looking at Keqing who squatted down, I proceed to join her in squatting.

"So, what is your view of Zhongli?! What do you want your relationship with him to be?! And..."

As I she fired her questions at me, my thoughts was overloaded by them and could only reply one of her questions: "I-I am a fan of Zhongli...!"

Suddenly, she looked at me with stars shining in her eyes as she grabbed both of my hands in between hers and blurted out “W-would you mind joining the fan club?!”

“Wha...What do you mean?!” I looked at Keqing in shock while slowly getting excited.

There really is a fan club?! Where do I sign?!

She glanced around the area as if to check on whether there are people listening into our conversation before leaning in to whisper to me

“You see… I am the head of the fan club... And since you are a fellow comrade fan of his... I will let you in for free! And I will give you this mini chibi version plushie of Zhongli as newcomer!”

Keqing without warning leaned even closer into my face

“Y/N, you should join the student councilor too... You can admire Zhongli from a closer distance too! Please say “Yes”... Please!”

“...Yes!” I answered without hesitation after thinking of the pros and cons

W-wait..! Did I just get a free pass to be beside Zhongli..?! …Ahhhh I can stay beside Zhongli without getting suspicious!

Keqing turned around and announced "Y/N agreed to become a new member of our team!"

Others turned around and stared at me before exploding in excitement “Hurray! We can lessen our workload!”, “Finally we have a new member after so long!", "Now there will be someone to stop Childe from disturbing Zhongli!", etc

Zhongli turned towards me and giving me a blinding smile, said “I am looking forward to having you, please take care of me in the upcoming days...”

“I-I am rooking forward to having you too! P-pwease look after mui!” I replied to him and in my excitement, I accidentally bite my tongue causing everyone in the room to laugh at me

... It is so embarrassing! It's not a bad way to start my new school life and fan member of Zhongli fan club… T_T

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin Zhongli #genshin Childe #genshin Keqing #genshin scenarios #genshin fluff #genshin alternative universe #Zhongli #childe #tartaglia #Ajax #keqing #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli genshin #Childe genshin impact #childe genshin #Keqing genshin impact #keqing genshin #fanfic #au fanfiction #au story

[aurora-teez]

|Chapter 2| Utopia ~An Ateez Fanfic Story~

I know that some would say why would a Women be training others in Combat and Navigation? Well, for one thing...I am the daughter of a Pirate. Yes, My father disappeared and was later wanted for Piracy by the French after Pirates evolved into the cruel nature some of them are. Yet, he taught me the ways and mysteries of the Sea, how to sail, lead,fight for me... to be a captain. As a descendant of a Noble, I was given the opportunity to become an official for the Royal Defense Guard. I was trained by the King himself as his respected my father despite him being a Pirate. I became the best fighter in the Kingdom, Sailor and Now I am head of the defense training program as well. I train Violet and other men and women. It makes me so happy to help others- to make them strong by helping them discover the best parts of themselves. Before my mother died, she told me that she planned for the Navy to build a ship for me for anything. I can remember her voice saying...

“My precious Emerald, a ship will be built for you. You may be a Noble now but do not forget where you came from and who you are- A Pirate at heart, Sailor of the Sea. Being a Pirate may be dangerous but you never know what you can discover.”

After putting on my training uniform, I run down to the training grounds near the  shoreline. The King wanted us to practice near the Ocean for us to feel a connection to Sea as he loves the water and hopes all can explore it one day. Walking into the grounds, I see all 10 of my students all in uniform, prepared with Swords, shiny and sharpened. Violet is one of my best trainees. She is mostly a Navigation Trainee. Each student has a specific aspect that they focus on but all must be prepared to defend themselves. I mean, come on...she is the daughter of Captain Morgan!!!! She knows how to use a sword better than more of the Men in the Royal Defense.

“Afternoon, Now today we will practice sword fighting. I would like to assess how long you can last. No injuries please. Sparring as I taught you. OK you have your partners. Sword up. Eyes Sharp”, I step back and look at them watching as they touch swords. 

“First one to surrender loses, other wins. Begin!!!”

The sound of swords clashing, metal to metal. Each pair has been going strong for about 10 Minutes. Violet, was done in 3 minutes. Ahhh... Violet does not give a Man the satisfaction of bragging that they beat her. She stands by me watching the other trainees. As the sun starts to go down, everyone finishes and i dismiss them. As the moon arises and light shines, I take out my journal from my pocket to show Violet the message. 

A Green Light glows up to the sky and she looks shocked as she sees the cipher written in the cover. 

“Whoooooaaaa that’s really...” She stops in her sentence and looks to the water. 

“What is it? What are you looking at?”, I ask her.

 “Look at that ship. Is that one of our Armada?”, She points to the boat moving towards our land. 

“No, I do not recall us having a Red Ship. We should go inform the King.”, We both run towards the Castle towards the King’s Study.

Knocking on the door anxious and frightened, waiting for an answer.

“Come in!”, We hear our King yell. As we enter, we bow to him. 

“Ahh hello Miss Ainslinson and Morgan, How may I help you?”

 “We are quite sorry for disturbing you at this time but Sir there seems to be a ship in our waters, not of our Armada”, I inform him with my Emerald eyes wide.

“I suppose they seek refuge, allow them in to speak with me but take the defense guard with you both in case there’s trouble” 

“Yes your excellence”, We bow to him and go off to get extra swords from the armory. We tend to fight with 2 swords. Excellent fighting method.

POV (Point of View) of Hongjoong

We arrive in the Kingdom of Aurore. Searching for 2 certain young woman, daughters of Kidd and Morgan. They can lead us to the treasure we seek to find in the Chest of Blackbeard himself. Me and my fellow princes rule the Kingdom of Ateez. Pleasure to meet you, I am King Hongjoong. If you do not know, our kingdom is fierce as we populate the most pirates in the world. Why are we seeking this treasure? Simple, if we find it, we can truly say that we are commanders of the Sea. Thanks to my Master of Trickery, Yunho has developed a plan to kidnap them to make a deal to find the chest.

We dock at the far end of the port and we knock down the guards there, walking across the bridge to the castle. 

“Let’s go. Quietly, please. Keep the masks on please.”, I say as we walk to the front gate fighting with all the guards there knocking them out. We walk into the gates and hide behind the columns. Yunho will be our distraction. 

Back to POV of Emerald

Me and Violet walk to the gates and we see they are open. Running through them, we see all the guards are knock out. Not dead, thank goodness. We see a dark figure in the courtyard before the gates.

“Hello! Who are you?”, We walk up to the man dressed in black pointing our swords at him.

”OK OK Ladies, no need to fight over me”

 “Please I’ll have you begging me not to kill you”, Violet says snapping at him.

 “Really? How can you do that if you are unconscious?’, He says crossing his arms. 

“Wha-”

A cloth covers both Violet and I’s mouth, making us slip into darkness falling to the ground.

1 Hour Passes...

We open our eyes and find ourselves in the Armory, on the floor. Holding our heads, we hear a voice coming from the left side...

“I see you are awake now, sleeping beauties”, I notice that there are 8 men in the room all wearing black and black masks on. 

We both stand up looking at them intensely. All of them walk towards us and take off their masks to reveal....Ateez. We run to the the wall and grab swords and point them at them. 

“Why are you here?!”, We walk towards them. 

“Please put the swords down, we want to talk reasonably”, Mingi says, looking at us smirking. 

Yes we know who they are, there is basically a reward for catching them. I have to say, our criminal poster artist is quite brilliant. 

“Reasonably? REASONABLY?!!! NO! You kidnapped us and knocked us out and you expect me to talk with you?!!!”,I yell at them pointing my sword right at his neck. 

“Ooooo King, she’s a feisty one. I bet you she is Kidd’s little girl”, Yunho says laughing.

 “How do you know who she is? Tell me right now or I swear you won’t be able to in 10 Seconds”, Violet says holding Yunho to the wall pointing her sword at him. 

“You must be Morgan’s. I can tell by the fiery attitude”, Seonghwa says biting his lips. 

“We want to speak about the chest”, Hongjoong says and we step back and look at him.

 “How do you know of that?”, I ask him.

 “ I heard of your father disappearing looking for it and we seek it for the treasure.”

I put my sword up to his neck. 

“Selfish!!! You have no idea what that chest is. You want it for riches, I want it to find answers and it will fix more than greed”, I look at him. 

“I see. So how about we make a deal? You help us find the chest, we take the gold and you do whatever you need to. We can be useful, we command the Sea”, He replies. 

Me and Violet laugh at them. 

“No one commands the Sea, just occupies it but keep believing that”, Violet says standing next to me. 

“ Hmm.. whatever. But before we make a deal, I want to have a little test. To see if you are really Pirates, you seem soft as Nobles. I doubt you know how to use that  sword”, Wooyoung laughs. 

“Wanna find out? How about we spar with each of you one at a time, swords and combat”,I suggest raising my eyebrows. 

“Deal. If we see it fit then we can agree and take off”, Hongjoong says.

 “Oh and if we agree, we are taking my ship. She is much more larger, useful, up to date and faster. Your ship should be wrecked about now, it’s a disgrace”, Me and Violet laugh. “Deal”, Hongjoong shakes my hand. 

“Stay here, we need to change and get our actual swords, these are standard training ones not sharp enough”, We laugh as we go to our rooms quietly. 

I walk up to my chest in the far right of my room and unlock it- revealing my pirate clothes. I haven’t worn these for a while. My mother had it designed after my father as he loved Emerald Green and Black like me. She told me to that I would need it one day so she may it big enough for me to fit it when I grew up. It’s perfect, I have altered it a bit myself so that it can look a little more modern. I place my clothes on the bed. I find my sword and take it out, looking at the sharpness of it as the metal shined. This was one of my father’s swords that his father gave to him. He never used it. Before he sailed off, he passed it on to me. My captain hat is pure leather as well as my boots I am surprised that it is still smooth. Passed down from my great grandmother who was a Pirate as well. Ahh..my compass,and telescope were gifts from the King. Lastly, my necklace, the jewel of an Emerald, my mother made it for me. Reminds me of her every day. 

Violet POV

I know that before my mother died, she told me that I am the image of my father. She told me that I have fire in me. She obviously did not mean literally but she meant Passion. I always finish what I start no matter what. When I met Emerald, both of our mother’s had just died and we were taken in my the King. My father was killed on his ship from attackers. The few who survived brought me the gifts he made for me. My jacket is red as fire similar to him. It is really special to me to have the same colors on as my father. My sword was crafted in China on one of his trips, by the famous Pirate General. My telescopes is an ancient family heirloom. The detailed carving and design is beautiful.  My red necklace that i wear everyday reminds that I will always be safe no matter what. 

We both walk out and look at each other smiling. 

“Ooooo girl you look....Muah”, Emerald says putting her fingers together kissing it. 

“Thank you. But please your father has great taste with making that jacket”, I say and we walk back to the armory. 

Walking into the armory and locking the door, turning on the lights, and see them all laughing and resting on the benches. We put down our compasses, telescopes, guns and jackets on the table and walk to the middle of the floor. 

“So are you going to get up or what?”, I snap at them. 

“Yeah yeah we got it”, Yeosang says standing up with the rest of them. 

“Ok this is how this is going to go. Each of you will get to spar with us, one at a time. You must choose between hand to hand or swords. Now if you want swords go to the right, Hand to Hand combat go to the left. Swords will go first ”, Emerald says with a stern tone. 

Yeosang, Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Mingi go to the right, San, Wooyoung, Yunho and Jongho go to the left. 

General Narrator POV

The first person to go up against Emerald was Mingi. He is quite tall as you know but Emerald does not shy away. She can see a weakness in him- Balance. She draws her sword and looks at his feet. Due to his height, he is very unbalanced on his feet. She smirks and raises her sword nodding her head. She swings her sword to clash with his, he stumbles back but pushes forward to clash again. He swings his sword toward her head but she ducks and does a roll on the floor. Clashing her sword again, she pushes him backwards with speed and force and entangling her sword with his, she knocks it out his hand. Putting her sword at him, he surrenders.

 Seonghwa. A very shady character. Always trying to find loopholes. His mistake was that Emerald has a sharp eye. After clashing swords for a few minutes, she notices that he loses focus very easily. When he looks away, she swipes underneath his legs sending him on the floor. Putting her foot on his chest, she smirks. 

Yeosang. Well... No structure. He can defend himself, but very sloppy. Emerald and him only fight for 3 minutes. His sword fell out his hand. Interesting. Now Hongjoong. Deemed to be the best sword fighter in his kingdom. I do not think so. Emerald and him clash swords and he continues to swing, trying to pin Emerald down. As soon as he turns around to swing his sword, Emerald puts something at his back as she points her sword at his neck- A dagger. She laughs and he looks at her with wide eyes. 

Now Hand to Hand Combat. Hand to Hand refers to physical use no swords. You may use your legs and upper body. Yunho’s mistake was that he thought that since he was taller, he could just push her down, Wrong again. After ducking his fist swing, she spins around and kicks him right in the side leading him tumbling to the floor. Emerald packs quite a kick. Wooyoung looked pretty solid but weak. He swings toward Emerald but she flips each way he swings, blocking it.Swiping his feet under her, She jumps and Kicks him down with one swing. 

San. Now he was trained in Martial Arts from a Chinese Monk supposedly but can he beat her? Getting in his stance, he swings a kick to Emerald, she blocks it by grabbing his legs and pushing him to the floor. Getting right back, he swings his arms towards her with speed but she counters them with kicks. Lastly, she rolls on the floor behind him and kicks him down. He looks up at her and smirks. He is very impressed at how she gracefully moved as she fought, never giving up. He found it... attractive. 

Well now we have Jongho. Do not let his age fool you. 19, Yes. But very strong. They may be the same age but that means nothing. Jongho steps forward and swings at her, this time she gets falls but does a backflip getting back on her feet. Jongho is impressed at her agility and flexibility. He stares at her moment but by surprise she pushes him down with her on top of him straddling his waist, holding her arm on his neck. He smirks and widens his eyes. She stares into his eyes and sees a sparkle in them. She quickly gets off of him standing up, acknowledging her victory. 

 Emerald’s POV

“Ahh that was extremely fun and embarassing for you all”, I laugh and go to sit down next to Violet.

 “Wonderful Job”, She says. 

“Thanks, now go get them. Remember what I taught you- Look for weaknesses and attack.”, I tell her and wink. 

The order remains the same for fighting. The special thing about Violet is that she is a fast fighter. Now with Mingi, it was over in like 2.2 seconds. He swung his sword towards her to far and fell over. I started laughing so hard. 

Seonghwa...pfff he could barely focus for some reason, she swung her sword so beautifully to him that he surrendered. That was very interesting to see. He basically looked her up and down undressing her with his eyes. Hmm...anyways 

Yeosang swung his sword at her and each time she ducked it and swung harder with two hand making his sword fly across the room. He really is a weak fighter. So much for a Prince *laughs internally but really out loud*  

Hongjoong thought he was always the best but is he a better sword fighter than Morgan himself? Morgan’s daughter? Absolutely Not!!! For a few minutes of sword clashing, I can tell that Violet was doing what I taught her- Tire out the opponent to make them lose focus and control. She saw the laziness in Hongjoong’s swings and she grabbed his arm throwing his sword to land in the wall. That’s my best friend!!! 

Me and Violet are the same height. Many see us as being small and weak but obviously we are not. Despite his large size, Yunho swings his arm towards her and she grabs it and twists it behind his back. 

“Nice try, trickster”, She whispers in his ear and twists his arm tot he front and spin kicks him to the ground.

 Almost immediately, San runs up to her and attempts to kick her down but she ducks and does 3 front flips and swipes under his feet sending him on his back to the floor. Wooyoung literally just got kicked in the chest by her and fell on the floor. Haha...Luckily the armory floor is padded for when we train but I can tell they still got hurt. 

Lastly, Jongho. He did try his best but with one punch to the side, he went falling like humpty dumpty. 

“Well this was really sad to see”, She laughs and helps him up. I walk over to her and put my hands on my hip.

 “So do we have a deal?”, I say to Hongjoong as he holds his stomach in pain. 

“Yes, Yes, As long as you don’t hurt us like that again”, He says.

 “Ok, As long as you don’t get on my last nerves!”, I say and he shakes my hand.

 “Deal” He says. 

“Great. We leave at the crack of Dawn. Less people out and we will have more time to get supplies and sail off. You sleep in here. Do something stupid and i will nail you all to the wall with daggers. 

Night Night”, I say and me and Violet walk to our rooms for some slumber. 

What did i get myself into? I doesn’t matter, I can finally go find my father and the jewel. 

Author’s Note: This was a long one lol but thank you so much for reading it. I means so much to me. Shout out to @hwaseongatiny​ for giving me some wonderful suggestions for this chapter. She has such a creative mind. She is the best supportive and sweetest friend. 

#ateez #atiny #ateez fanfic #adventure #fantasy #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #wonderland #utopia #pirate king #pirates #treasure #ocean waves

[sushi-jyushi]

𝓟𝔸ℝ𝕋 𝓞ℕ𝔼 -- 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰 𝚇 𝙵𝙴𝙼! 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁

fluff !! :)

Polpo was dead. He had apparently committed suicide in his jail cell and everyone on Bucciarati's team was bewildered except for you. You hated his voice, his big nose and his ugly personality. The thought of him dead made it slightly easier to sleep at night, especially now that you knew he could never speak to you again.

      Yeah, you had some bad experiences with him. His interrogation of you made you uncomfortable, and you swore that if glass hadn't separated the two of you he would have touched you. You shuddered, ridding your head of the thought.

     Dinnertime arrived promptly at 5:37 PM when Fugo hollered throughout the hideout that dinner was done, come eat. You slipped some wooly socks on and grabbed your phone, then left your bedroom and headed to the dining area. 

     Narancia was already there, drooling all over himself with an eager look in his eyes. "Ahh~~ Fugo fixed steak! I'm so hungry I could eat it all..." Narancia stared dreamingly at the meat, and on a whim, attempted to steal a piece. Fugo saw this and thrust a knife into Narancia's hand, causing him to growl and curse at Fugo.

     A giggle escaped your lips. Abbacchio was now sitting on the far end, keeping to himself and sipping on wine. Bruno had just made his way down the stairs, a blank expression on his face. He walked over to Narancia and zipped his wound better, telling Fugo to heal him right now. He sat at the head of the table with his hands crossed, supporting his chin from his elbows. Giorno arrived seconds after, sitting between you and Bruno. The only person left was Mista.

     A few minutes passed, and Bruno was growing upset (though you could only tell from his light fidgeting). You stood up and nodded, turning your torso to face him. "I'll go drag Mista's ass down here, sir." He replied with a thankful nod, and you proceeded to climb the stairs with a gentle huff.

     Mista's room was the third door on the right; when you approached it, you banged your fist on the door and yelled. "Mista! Get your ass down there, we're all starving 'cause of you!" You folded your arms and pouted, listening for any sign of movement. You heard some rustling and indescribable sounds. He didn't respond though.

     "Alright, Mista, you have til the count of five and I'm BURSTING in there to whoop your ass! One." No response. "Two." The rustling continued. "Three." He was walking, or... jumping? "Four." His voice finally came through, right before you said the word five. 

     "Don't come in!" He pleaded, sounding a bit worried. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the door knob with the sort of sassiness you can only get from being hungry.

     Mista was frozen in place, eyes wide, as you stood there staring at him from the threshold of his room. He was pulling his clothes on, completely naked except for the pair of boxers he managed to slip on. His fingers were holding onto his red, tiger-print pants at the knees, and it almost looked like he was stripping down. You felt your face warm up a bit, but you covered your flattery with annoyance.

     "Why the hell would you take a shower before dinner?" You asked, folding your arms and walking over to hand him his shirt and cap. He shrugged and pulled his pants on the rest of the way, a little upset that there wasn't more of a reaction from you.

     Now that he was ready, you grabbed onto his forearm and practically dragged him down the hall. Number Five was sitting on top of your right shoulder, a tear in its tiny left eye. "(Y/N)~~~!!! We're so happy you caaaaammmee!!! Mista is starving us, and Number One is being mean again!" You cooed and ushered Number Five into the palm of your hand with a tiny smile.

     "Aw, Number Five, I'm sorry. You can sit with me! I'll share my steak with you, okay?" You gently stroked its head with your index finger, watching as Number Five wiped its tears away and purred at your touch. The other Sex Pistols were throwing a fit, but you didn't care; you always had a soft spot for Number Five. 

     As you descended the stairs, you released your grip on Mista's arm and ran down, stomach growling loudly. Fugo had returned with Narancia, who had a bandage wrapped in his hand. You sat left of Bruno, as your spot was taken by Fugo. You didn't mind, though. It was just a seat, after all. Narancia was on your right, foaming at the mouth and kicking the air as he stared at the food in front of him. Mista finally sat down, right beside Fugo, initiating dinner to begin.

     As everyone loaded their plates, Bruno stood up to perform the dinner ritual. Everyone paused once they filled their plate with food, and he nodded. "Thank you. Today, we received word that Polpo has committed suicide in his cell. That, however, is not the case. I do not encourage you to look into it further; just know that from today on, our tasks are going to get a bit rougher." He sat down and spread his arms, signalling everyone to chow down.

     As promised, you cut your steak and offered the smaller pieces to Number Five, who seemed to be happier than it had ever been in its life. You giggled, happy to bring joy to something so adorable. From the corner of your eye, you saw Mista staring at you as you placed some noodles in your mouth. You pretended not to see and continued eating.

     Narancia was the first done, despite getting seconds. Mista was second, partially because of his Sex Pistols eating his food with him. Everyone else was done around the same time, but the only person who had anything left on their plate was you. You frowned, upset that you couldn't eat the rest. You offered it to Mista, and he gladly obliged, quietly eating again as Bruno stood to discuss more mafia matters.

     "As you may or may not know, Giorno is the newest member of our . . . family. Please treat him with respect." Bruno eyed Abbacchio for a moment, and continued. "Giorno was the last person to see Polpo alive, and I'm sure he is devastated that he was the last person to chat with him." Something in Bruno's voice said he was lying, but you felt an odd rush of guilt at the thought. Bruno rambled on some more, and finally, everyone was dismissed. All that remained were you and Mista.

     He cleared his throat, and you played with your drink a little before standing up. He stood up too, eyeing you closely. "Wait." You froze in your tracks, watching as he walked around the table to study you. "You saw me half-naked, and didn't get flattered. That must have been difficult . . . Unless you've seen me fully naked before." You raised an eyebrow, confused as to what he was rambling about. 

     "Mista, shut up. Maybe I didn't like what I saw." You folded your arms and sauntered to the staircase, phone in hand. He grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him, drawing you in inches from his face. Your face turned crimson in response, and he laughed heartily after pulling away. "Oh fuck off," you mumbled, stomping up the stairs.

     "You'd like to see that, wouldn't you?" Mista asked, smirking and raising an eyebrow as your figure disappeared into your room.

     You slammed the door behind you and sighed heavily. You weren't in the mood to argue right now. You walked over to your bed and flopped down, laying on your stomach. Mista was just delusional, that was all. You didn't like him, right? You wouldn't wanna see him naked... 

     The very thought made your face hot, and you punched your pillow and brung it to your face. You shook your head, trying to get the thought out of your head. 

     

     Minutes later, you heard a knock on your door. You sighed and sat up. "It's open." The door slowly opened, and you saw Mista's figure enter your room. He shut it behind him and peered into your tired eyes with a confusing stare.  

     "Hey, um... I'm sorry." His hand was resting on his neck, and his eyes trailed to the floor. You sighed.

     

      "Uh-huh. Who told you to apologize?" You asked, raising an eyebrow and folding your arms. He sheepishly replied that Fugo heard everything and said he wasn't being a gentleman and needed to apologize. You smiled lightly and thanked Fugo in your mind. You scooted to your right and pat the spot beside you, offering him a seat on your bed. He obliged, and you two were inches apart again. You could feel his warmth on your arm.

     "So, um, about Polpo... Why did you hate him so much?" Mista asked, finally meeting your eyes again. You shivered and bit your lip. His eyes widened, and he apologized immediately. "I'm sorry! I didn't know what the circumstances were ... I didn't much like him either to be honest."

     You sat there quietly, taking a deep breath before explaining. "He made comments about my body. He told me a model like me shouldn't be in the mafia, unless I was his... sexy maid. I... I laughed of course, but it... Got to me. He made a lot of sexual gestures and innuendos and it just messed with my head."

  

     Mista nodded and grabbed onto your hand. "Hey, don't worry. I would never have let him lay a finger on you... You're too important to m- to the mafia. To us." You smiled in response and squeezed his hand. 

 

     "Thanks Mista." You sighed and laid on your bed, throwing your arms over your head and breathing deeply. Tomorrow, everyone would head out to get Polpo's hidden fortune. You weren't scared, only sad that you probably wouldn't get to go. Mista saw your mood drop, and laid beside you, holding you close.

   

     "Maybe Bruno will let you go after all," he said, looking into your (E/C) eyes. You nuzzled into him, closing your eyes heavily and swallowing the sadness that was eating away at your sanity. He ran his fingers through your coarse hair. Number Five appeared and nuzzled it's cheek on yours. You were soon being comforted by all 6 of the Sex Pistols; after that, the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

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[trinidother]

Mommy Minerva's Blacked Afternoon

For single house-mom Minerva Grimsly, life was a damn constant battle between boredom and bliss. Nothing really satisfied her. She became pregnant at 17, then later took to raising what ended up being two daughters all on her own. Was she going to settle though? Hell no. If there was one thing Minerva knew she wanted, it was everything.

She wanted everything. She wanted a good job, a nice house, and happy, healthy children. That was easy, and something she always flaunted. She was a successful, refined, classy, self-made woman in all respects. Miss Grimsly, at the tender age of 35, owned her own house, 4 cars (two for her daughters, one grocery-getter, and one for fun), and had the best dress sense of any woman in the neighborhood. Some even said the city.

Her curves, a lot like her rich, raven hair and endless ocean mist-gray eyes, were what some might call excessive. She had a huge, round, and perfectly form-fitting ass. The same could be said for her perfect breasts, which sat round, bouncy, and 100% real on her toned torso with a visible rib cage and soft tummy. If it wasn’t for those curves, her striking eyes and fashion sense would’ve landed her on catwalks for billion-dollar italian luxury brands. But it seemed she was much happier with her life now.

Because she got everything she wanted.

And that wasn’t like most people in her upper-class neighborhood, who’s external success hid some secret pain inside. Oh, Minerva had secrets, sure, but not the painful kind.

Her main secret to success? Along with being an absolute bombshell with enough explosive punch inside to flatten a good city block, she was also a massive hypocrite.

Minerva Grimsly was an outspoken moral woman. Her business would donate plenty of it’s ample revenue to charities, she always made her daughters promise to never date a guy they wouldn’t marry, and, likewise, to promise not to flaunt their wealth at school. And she did a great job at all that. As for when she was alone, in secret?

Let’s not mince words; perfect mom Minerva Grimsly was also a whore who liked getting fucking railed by massive cocks. The bigger, the better. The blacker? The way better.

That’s what she was doing right now, in fact. Well, that’s not true; she was actually in her bathroom, wearing some lingerie black as her hair, throwing away a pack of condoms. It was full. Was she throwing it away because she knew the mandingo stud she had waiting in her bedroom was way too big for those little condoms, or because she wanted the feeling of his gargantuan black cock erupting against her cervix? We may never know.

But what we can know is that Minerva wasn’t stupid. She never bought condoms that weren’t XXL. Of course, this is a black guy we’re talking about. Even if the condoms were max size, that doesn’t exactly give credence to either possibility. Minerva sure knew how to pick ‘em though.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked lovely, of course, but that much could be said about her 24/7/365. Minerva had no delusions about her appearance, even when she wasn’t in perfect makeup, with her glasses perfectly even, black opal earrings on, pearl necklace around her neck as tight as a teenage girl with daddy issues’ choker, and of course, that lingerie. She looked nicer now, to fuck some random black guy in her bed, than she did for 90% of business functions. Why shouldn’t she? This was the most important part of her day.

The time when she got to feel satisfied.

And make no mistake. Just as Minerva knew as she puckered up her red-lipsticked lips, you should know that ‘part of her day’ wasn’t figurative. She brought home a new fuckbuddy every day almost. Sneaking around her daughters was stressful, sure. It would be horrible if she was caught fucking a man she barely knew, especially a black one. She would be totally exposed as a hypocrite, and her relationship with her daughters that she worked so hard to perfect would be ruined.

But on the other hand, big, hard, nigger cocks drilling deep into her soft, pliable, white MILF holes? Yes fucking please.

So she indulged. She got her daughters on their merry way, leading the active, healthy lives of physically fit white suburban teenagers, while she got her pussy impaled by some oversized black man she picked up while zipping around in her convertible. A hypocrite and a liar. And a happy one.

Today, her daughter, Maddie, was out on a date with her boyfriend. He was a sweetheart, a nerdy, academic little white kid. He also ran track, did extracurriculars, and was generally liked. The perfect little white boy for Maddie to date. The sort who bought a 10 year old economy car with his own money for a summer job. The sort who asked for books for christmas. The exact sort of unassuming boy Minerva would like her daughter to marry and be happy with.

Minerva, of course, could never do that. That sort of boy was what she called a wimp, the sort of loser who she wouldn’t look twice at, ever. Not just because he was white, but because he was so bookish, so polite. It was rude of her to admit, but white guys like him? All they did to Minerva was make her panties dry right up. And Minerva never liked feeling dry panties.

Still, Maddie liked him, so Minerva genuinely wished them the best. Just like she genuinely couldn’t wait for the hung black stud she had waiting for her to make her fucking sore in the morning, only to have her do this again next afternoon.

“Alright,” she breathed, looking herself over in the mirror. She spun around and pushed a finger up against the underside of her soft, round butt. Barely a jiggle. “Good!” she breathed. Her body was more than good. It was fucking perfect. She was sure her daughters were happy she didn’t wear revealing clothes in public (much), or every boy in school would be drooling after her bountiful tits and plump rump.

She slid open the sliding door connecting the master bedroom and the bathroom. And struck a pose too, with her arm on the doorframe, hips cocked to the side, and of course, chest hanging out. “Sorry to keep you waiting, stud,” she said, able to fucking taste her thick, cherry-red lipstick.

On her overpriced, over decorated, TempurPedic-matteresed bed was her ‘friend’ Tyrone, totally naked, relaxing back without a care in the world. If there was a word to describe him, it’d be ‘full’.

Minerva was curvy, with a tiny waist (though not as tiny as it used to be…) and pillowy assets, but all of her was fucking dwarfed by Tyrone. If that was even his real name.

He had big, full pecs, with equally rounded shoulders. His thighs? Just as massive, along with that big belly, a sign of a good diet and hard work. It even had defined abs. Everything about him looked stuffed to the brim. To call Minerva’s ass plump next to this superior man would be criminal. She was happy she had enough to please him. There was a reason she only fucked black.

“Took you long enough babe. I was almost thinking you were trying to trick me.” He said. His lips were just as full and plump, with the sort of cruel sneer that made every white boy shrink in fear and every white girl’s panties wet. As you know, Minerva lived to feel her inner thighs get soaked.

And we didn’t even describe his cock.

Flaccid; or, as flaccid as that thick, sturdy hunk of dark brown meat could get, it was still a tough slab of flesh that was halfway as long as his thigh, and fittingly fat. “Sorry babe, I just wanted to make sure I looked perfect for you. After all, you already do.”

“Hah!” he grinned with large, white teeth. Even if he was a toothless hobo, Minerva would have still probably fucked him. She’d tell herself she wouldn’t, but when there was a stream flowing out of her panties, she couldn’t resist. “Well, I’m happy to look so perfect for a beautiful lady like yo-self,” he boomed. He looked over his prize proudly.

“You flatter me,” she said smuggle. Of course, she also bobbed her shoulders up and down, just so Tyrone got a view of those double-d’s bouncing. With a poofy sound on the fluffed covers, Minerva got to her work fluffing this bulls massive cock. Sure, it was as big and fat as her head, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try to blow it.

“Ahh fuck yea,” he moaned as her lips went around his cockhead. He pushed her head down on that massive cock. She drooled all over it, which made his dark, ashy cock gleam with the afternoon light from her windows. “I was waiting so long this thing got cold.”

She pulled up. She was used to cocks being so big she gagged on them, but this one was so thick that she couldn’t even get his head to touch her uvula. The big veiny shaft got real fat real fast. Too fat to actually fit past her lips. It hurt her cheeks to even try and stretch that much.

“What’s wrong? Can’t deepthroat it?”

She pulled off with a loud, wet gasp. “Ah- heh- I’d give twenty grand to any girl you can find that can fit this fucking moooonster down her throat,” she laughed crazily with her head by its side. She sucked her juices of his veiny shaft loudly. The big black cock lived up to its name and was far longer than the length between her ears.

Tyrone laughed boomingly. “Hah, no, not really. But I like to think one day some bitch’ll managed.”

After a long, loud, slurrrrrrrrrrp!, Minerva managed to tear her hungry lips off his cock. “Fuck it’s huge,” she whispered. She honestly couldn’t blame some white girls for not acting attracted to black guys. This was a chore to get off, even if she loved it. “Well, sorry honey, but that girl isn’t me.”

“Yeah, I know bitch. But you’re going good, just keep sucking.”

“Yes, sir,” she smiled with that devilish grin of a bad mommy before going right back down to serve her man for today’s black dick. She sucked down the head good, like it was one of those massive lollipops way too big for a little kid’s mouth. Though she was a tall, busy business woman, just trying to suck this black dick, even with all the experience she knew she had, made her feel like an amateur. A little girl against a real man.

At least her tongue still knew what to do. She gave him the massage of his life right on his cockhead, sure to tease the most sensitive zone on a man’s body while she looked up at him with those sharp gray eyes. She got on her knees, sticking up her curvy ass for him to see all of.

A few minutes of that felt like an eternity. She wanted it to last longer.

“Fuck baby- aw fuck yeah bitch, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yethhhh,” Minerva gasped with lust that did not fit her name. Her tongue was still glued to the tip of his tongue, tasting the precum he leaked. She forced herself to put it back in her mouth. It felt strange there; like it belonged on a black dick. “I’ll fucking swallow it all, babe.”

“Naw, naw,” the black bull huffed. He grabbed a fistful of Minerva’s raven hair, pulling her face right below his stone-hard cock. “Imma but all over your whore face.”

Those words made her ears tingle and her cunt gush. She was a whore. Respected businesswoman, mother, and neighborhood association member, was really meant to be here. She was a slut, a whore, a hole to please big black cocks. What else could Minerva Grimsly need?

She stared up at his god cock, her ass still sticking up. It began flowing. That beautiful, thick, pungent cum poured out of his dick. Fat spurts and twitches sent it flying. He cummed on her face, coating her red cheeks with his seed. His filthy, sexy semen could’ve drowned her and she would die happy. It smeared her makeup and got in her glasses. Fuck, that was hard to clean. Maybe she wouldn’t even.

“Fuck,” he huffed, dropping his head back down into the pillow, “you like that, bitch?”

“Yessir,” she breathed. Minerva licked the dripping cum off her lips as she thought of how she’d threaten to call the cops if anyone called her a bitch in public. She’d probably make a scene, like your typical spoiled suburban white work mom.

Of course, cock like this was what she really spoiled herself with.

She rested her head on his thigh, stretching her tired neck and jaw. All that work, and she barely got that monster cock into her mouth; and it was still so amazing to look at. With her face on his thigh, through just a little bit of his thick, manly hair, she got to smell that beautiful, hot aroma from his sweaty, churning balls. When she raised her eyes, she could see his black dick standing like a monolith. She wanted to get it inside of her. No way it wouldn’t turn her into a screamer.

“It’s still hard,” she muttered, more in awe than actually thinking about it. Minerva always turned her brain off when she melted into the throes of interracial pleasure.

“Yeah bitch, it is,” snorted her man, “All y’all white bitches can’t believe it,” he reached down and ruffled Minerva’s sleek hair. She accepted. “Prolly ‘cause y’all’s men can’t muster that shit, huh?”

“Please,” scoffed Minerva with a wicked grin she knew her daughters never, ever saw, “I haven’t been with a white guy in years. I went black and I’m never, ever,” she rolled over to take a long, pregnant lick at his balls, “going back.”

“So I was right?” he cocked an eyebrow. Cocky bastard. Huge-cocked too. Minerva would kill herself if her daughters brought home a man like this. She was about to cream herself.

“Wanna keep going?” she asked. The bed creaked as she climbed up onto it. She was rather desperate to distract her body, or she’d start fucking squiritng without even touching herself. How embarrassing. It happened more often than you’d expect, thanks to black guys.

“Fuck yeah bitch, you know I’m up n’ ready.” He bared his teeth. It looked like a grin, but Minerva saw it as an animalistic display of power. To tell her that he was about to rut into her and strip away what made her her. After all, she really didn’t act like she cared about it. Her money? Her career? Her family? If she really cared about that all, she wouldn’t be fucking a hung black bull every day of the week. And here she was.

“Yes, yesss,” Minerva muttered under her breath as she tossed her leg over his pelvis and straddled his dark, sweaty body. She grinded against him with enough force to strip a lesser cock to the bone. To squirt all she had to do was hump her needy pussy, shaved for ease of use, against his godcock. She did. “F-fuck- ah- ahh, fuck-”

“Shit babe, you fucking-”

“Fuck- yes I’m fucking cumming- aw!” She tossed her head back and her black hair swung. Her breasts and huge tits heaved as she panted. Was she shuddering? Probably. This guy’s name was fucking Tyrone, of course he gave her good orgasms.

“Damn, that fast?”

“Fuck,” she swore again and dropped forward over him. She stretched her neck and her arms. “I mean- yeah? But don’t let it stop you, big boy. No refractory period for us ladies, remember? I’m expecting eight or nine orgasms before the sun goes down.”

“No rubbers?”

“Hell no!” she smiled a little wildly, “I through those stupid things away!”

“Aight, you crazy bitch,” he grinned again and lifted his huge, two-toned hand to push his fat cock up against her. It pushed just a little into her slight tummy fat. “Let’s fuckin start.”

Minerva’s face grew into a crazed smile. A whole 24 hours without riding black cock, and a white woman was bound to go crazy. She bit her lower lip, held on to his strong belly, pushed up, and eased her white pussy onto that black dick.

Except she didn’t ease it. She was so slippery and wet, and her pussy had been so stretched out by constant hookups with horse-hung black strangers, that Tyrone barely had to push to shove his BBC balls deep into her cunt.

“Fuck!” they said, in perfect unison. Black career woman, ghetto thug? Perfect combo. Their hips rotated and moved. Sometimes they bounced up and down and against each other. That black dick in her white MILF body made a noticeable bulge from inside of her. She drooled, with fat glops of her saliva hitting his body the same time her thighs did. Her feet, still in heels, were on the bed, and her knees were up. Much more of this, and she would go limp, and he’d just have to thrust it into her until she had enough orgasms. His cock stretched her pussy out as far as it could go. Yeah, by tomorrow, her hole would return to its normal state for some other black man to satisfy himself in. And her, of course. She was always satisfied.

“I’m cumming!” She yelled. Thank god the house was empty. “I’m cummmmmmingggg I’m cumming I’m cumming!” From behind his girthy dick, her asscheeks clenched as tight as her pussy as she finally orgasmed. Again.

He slowed, courteous. When he fucked white women in neighborhoods like this, they were usually nervous, cheating on their good husbands and taking huge dick for the first time. He had to be kind to them, reassure them, make sure not to hurt them. Minerva was a different breed. She had none of that.

“Don’t fucking stop, are you fucking stupid?!”

Without hesitating, Tyrone raised his hand and slapped her right across the face. “Don’t you fuckin say that shit to me, white bitch. I don’t tolerate that.” He scolded as he held her face roughly.

“Yes sir,” Minerva squeaked through her pinched cheeks and puckered mouth. “Y-you can punish me for it, stud. You should- gulp- do that right now.” Her eyes were wide. Her pupils were dilated.

“Mm… I think I will bitch.” He relaxed again. Her legs slid down to the bed with her knees facing him. Easy access to slap her thigh; or spank her ass. And spank he did. That big, strong, black arm reached over, with Minerva just as scared of it as any other woman in the neighborhood. He brought his hand down again with a powerful SLAP!

“Owwww,” whined Minerva. Unbecoming for such a woman. Reduced to a horny little kid for big black cock, as usual.

“Fucking take it,” he slapped her again. Her back stiffened. SLAP. SLAP. With those, as her thick ass rippled, she started moving back. And forth.

Back and Forth. SLAP. She winced, but her juicing pussy showed how she really felt about the pain. As she went forward she lifted up a little. Her red ass now clapped on his dick again.

10 seconds later, they were going at it like animals. “FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH” reverberated throughout Minerva’s Hobby Lobby-decorated house. She was so fucking happy to have her insides rearranged by that massive black dick. Maybe she’d bring Tyrone over for a second playdate, she almost never did that. She didn’t have time to think though. Only time to get fucked.

But then, there was what you call the twist.

She couldn’t hear it over the sounds of herself getting railed, but, downstairs and to the left, the Grimsly house’s front door was unlocked. A half a second later, as it opened, her overpriced security system sent a BEEP BEEP BEEP. Throughout the house. That she heard.

Part of living a double life was changing personas fast. When you were the most respectable woman and the biggest whore on the planet, you got good at that. So sure, Minerva Grimsly did just drop down a whole foot to take in Tryone’s BBC, but the second she heard that alarm in her ears, she jumped up, and all the chemicals in her brain triggered by their hot sex seemed like they were gone. And she didn’t like it.

“What is it?” asked Tyrone, “Someone home?”

“You heard it too, right?” Minerva was standing on her heels on her TempurPedic. Her back was hunched over to not hit her head on the ceiling fan. Her hair was a mess. Her pussy was still dripping. It wasn’t a great look.

“Yeah?” he said.

“Aw fuck, she wasn’t supposed to be home this early!” Minerva jumped on the bed and landed unsteadily on her heels to hobble over to the door, all the way praying to herself please don’t be Maddie please don’t be Maddie please don’t be Maddie; and Minerva wasn’t even a religious woman.

She opened the door and looked. Thankfully, ish, the hallway gave her a clear view straight down to the front door. And, there clear as day, was cute, well-raised, polite little Maddie Grimsly, with her perfectly milquetoast boyfriend.

And Minerva still wanted to orgasm 7 more times today.

That was gonna be an issue.

[thathelplesshomeschooler]

Humans are space orcs (with magic!)  *what is pain*

Drerzii was confused. He had known that humans were incredibly resilient, he had seen it when they had brought one of the females in with light had trauma that she had quickly recovered from. Even the other humans with their various minor injuries seemed to pay the dripping blood no mind. Yet now, Taurus, the distinctive leader and most warrior class-esque of the humans stood before him, clutching his finger. Drerzii had been alerted to the fact that one of the humans had needed medical attention when he heard human profanity being shouted loudly. A few seconds later Taurus had appeared in the med bay searching for a "band aid." A primitive human form of bandage. When Drerzii asked to examine the injury that was clearly causing the human vast amounts of pain and was likely life-threatening given the humans nonchalance in the face of previous wounds, he was highly surprised to find that this "cut," as the humans called an incision of the skin, was incredibly tiny.

"So where, may I ask, did you obtain this 'paper cut?'" Drerzii asked.

"Well I was turning a page in a book that my dad gave me, and as I was turning page, it sliced my finger up. Hurt like a *itch."

"I can find no blood coming out of your circulatory system, which indicates that you need absolutely no medical attention."

Taurus leaned forward, his predatorial eyes boring into Drerzii. Drerzii shifted his colors with discomfort; the intense gaze of the human was highly unnerving. "But it hurts. Do you guys even have bandaids?"

"We do, Taurus. But I must inform you that the bandaid will not relieve the pain."

Taurus leaned back, a sigh escaping his lips. "I know it won't Drerzii, but it will make me feel better."

Drerzii dipped his hue with confusion. "I do not understand. If it does not stop the nerve impulses how does it help?" He paused, then though aloud, something he often did as a telepath, "Could it be psychological?"

"Yeah I guess. Sometimes little things like that help us. It'll also help me from absentmindedly tearing it open again once it's scabbed over."

Drerzii looked at the human in horror. He knew what a scab was, and to tear one open... Did humans enjoy causing themselves pain? Why would any creature reopen it's wounds for any non-medical reason. He was beyond baffled.

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Thunderous crashing, a string of curses, a storm of human howling. “Laughing,” as they called it. Always curious and ready to examine the humans, Drerzii entered the room the humans were currently frolicking about in. One human was doubled over on the floor, she seemed to be shaking, and her breath was coming out in short bursts. Another human was lathered over a chair, his head back, and mouth open, revealing his rows of predatory teeth, also letting loose a similar, but deeper, sound. The rest of the humans were similarly emitting such noises, which he knew were supposed to be sounds of amusement, though he couldn’t help but feel unease at the noise. One human though, the one he recognized as Jason, had a somewhat confused grin and a hand upon his forehead. He chuckled and headed for the door, saying something about getting an ice pack. One of the other males, Uhris called out, “Wait come back Jason, but don’t run into anymore walls on the way back.” The humans had started to return to their normal selves, but at that comment they relapsed into their fits of noise making. “Seriously bro, come back, you’re not losing...horribly. Look we’ll start going easy on you. Just suck it up and keep playing, what’s a lil’ pain to fight through?”

The other humans echoed their agreement and Jason returned to the table, still having a hand to his head. Drerzii dared not approach the humans, as he didn’t want to change the setting, and he was thoroughly enjoying observing them from afar. He pulled out his holotablet and looked up the one phrase he didn’t understand. It turned out “suck it up,” was a call to be more manly, usually by ignoring pain...fascinating.

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A few weeks later Drerzii walked into the human living quarters to examine the room to make sure it was not dangerous to live in. Whether that danger came from precariously placed objects or viruses and bacteria. As he was looking through the room he noticed a large amount of brightly decorated aluminum scraps on the floor. As he began to pick them up to examine what exactly these objects were, the human female Enara exited the bathroom, hair wet and clad only in a towel that wrapped around the entirety of her torso. She started at the sight of the little alien, but quickly recovered. Almost immediately she noticed the scraps in his appendage. “Oh, I’ll clean that up sir. Apologies for leaving the room such a mess.”

“Do not be distressed.” Drerzii responded, “I have read that a mildy chaotic living space tends to lessen anxiety and boost creativity in humans. I did not pick up this, object, to organize in any fashion;” he said, placing back on its original spot on the floor before continuing, “rather, I was curious as to what it was, for I must admit, I have not seen it’s like anywhere. It has such a peculiar shape, and it shows an impressive amount of flexibility.”

“Sir, that’s just a chocolate wrapper.” Enara said with a somewhat amused expression.

“I am unfamiliar with it. Please, tell me it is.”

She shrugged. “It’s a protective wrapping for chocolate, which is a human delicacy, I guess. It’s not anything special though. I just really needed some cause my period is being a b*tch right now.”

The doctors’ colors changed as the topic changed to a subject he was familiar with, “Ahh yes. Correct me if I am in fact wrong, but that is the colloquial term for the female humans’ menstrual cycles, right?”

“Er...yeah. I’ll clean up the wrappers. I just wanted some chocolate to help with the cramps.”

“The cycle causes muscle contractions? Forgive me for my ignorance, I only saw the name in passing.”

“Sorry, can you stand on the other side of the division, I wanna change from my towel into actual clothes.” She continued as Drerzii complied, “No, it’s not muscle contractions it’s just, pain, a lot of pain. I mean I don’t have it as bad as other girls, it mostly just makes me irritable and hurts a lot, but my sister would vomit because the pain was so intense.”

Drerzii blinked rapidly. Human females had cyclical times of pain? What a horrible existence.

Slightly muffled as she put on a shirt, Enara said“You’d think that after thousands of years of evolution we wouldn’t have to deal with so much pain and just bleeding that much, but I guess not?”

Finished dressing Enara pulled back the curtain to look at the doctor, who at this point had turn a dark red with spots of yellow. He blinked multiple times before asking: “You bleed? Is that not dangerous? Is not your blood incredibly vital for your life? And where do you blood from? I see no wounds”

She shrugged, “From our, uhm, woman parts doc,” She was relieved that he seemed to understand, “but it’s not that much blood. It mostly can just be awkward in social situations. But man, cramps are the absolute worst. I mean sometimes it’s hard just to walk around cause the pain is so intense.”

Drerzii marveled at these revelations. His discussion with Enara continued on for some time as he was eager to learn more and she seemed, amused, by his questioning. After much talking with both her, and later the rest of the humans, who informed him that males did not in fact have ‘periods,’ (though there could be times of extreme and incapacitating pain for them if they were struck in their ‘nether regions’) the females were remarkably more resilient to pain.  All humans could ignore a bit of pain, but the females seemed to be much better at it. Though maybe not quite as physically strong as the males, the females ability to simply push through pain that would leave the males incapacitated was no small feat. Especially seeing how much pain Drerzii had witness some human males absorb.

#humans and aliens #HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are space orcs #humansinspace #humans are space australians #humans are crazy #space story #humans #space #aliens

[sunlightdances]

Focal Point

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Prompt: “What’s with this…sassy lost child?” Rating/warnings: PG. Warnings for Bucky being a cocky idiot.  Summary: You take PR photos for Pepper Potts and are semi-successfully navigating your giant, unavoidable crush on one James Buchanan Barnes.  Author’s Note: This is for @kentuckybarnes’ 3k writing challenge! Congrats, Hannah, and thanks for hosting! As always, please don’t repost my work on any other sites (wattpad, ao3, etc.) without my permission. Reblogs are gold!

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You’re standing off to one side as Bucky and Sam answer a few questions from the small crowd gathered, mostly kids and their parents. Sam, as always, is re-telling the PG events from their last mission with blistering enthusiasm, leaving Bucky shaking his head.

It doesn’t matter - the kids are eating it up. It’s times like this you really love your job. You’re… you don’t know what your official job title is, actually. There are days when you’re not even sure if you’re technically employed by Stark Industries, or The Avengers, or some other secret organization. All you know is that one day you showed up to volunteer at an event for Pepper Potts, and the next thing you know, you’re at all the events. You take photos, you help make sure they stick to schedule, and essentially make sure they’re in the right place at the right time. It’s public relations, but it doesn’t feel like that a lot of the time. They make you feel like you fit in, like you’re a friend.

This event in particular is your favorite - at a local children’s hospital, shaking hands and spending time with the kids. Pepper arranges it so the team can do it a few times a year if they can, and their visit is always anticipated by kids and their parents.

It’s anticipated by you, too, because-- you’re not dumb, these superheroes are somehow more attractive when they’re accompanied by small children.

Now, Bucky is crouched down next to a little girl, his eyes lighting up as she tells him a story, her arms flailing as she goes, and he nods and oohs and ahhs at all the appropriate points. It’s adorable, and you feel yourself blushing when he glances over and catches you staring. But really-- how else are you supposed to react? He winks, like he’s conspiring with you somehow, and it makes you feel… things. You turn away quickly before you look like an even bigger idiot.

You snap a few photos for parents and a few shots to send to Pepper, and then you’re all piling in the van to go back home, and you back to work. You have an office in the Avengers compound, which doubles as Stark Industries these days.

“Make sure you send me those photos of my good side,” Sam says from the backseat, and you smirk.

“Which side is that?” You ask, laughing when you hear Bucky and Steve’s reaction - a loud laugh from Steve and a surprised noise from Bucky.

“That was harsh. I don’t think I’ll ever recover.”

“Lucky for you, you don’t have a bad side, Sam.” The three of you are stupidly handsome, you think.

The rest of the ride back upstate is quiet. Bucky’s reading, Steve is scribbling in a well-worn journal, and Sam’s asleep. You flick through your camera, making mental notes about which photos to delete and which ones to edit and get back to Pepper.

Your thumb hovers over the delete button on a photo of Bucky and Sam, the two of them laughing about something. Bucky’s looking straight into the lens. It’s not something you’d use, normally, but you find yourself hesitating. It’s like he’s looking right at you.

Bucky clears his throat in the backseat, and when you look in the rearview mirror, he’s already looking at you. Shit. You fumble with your camera. Did he just see you staring at his photo like some lovesick teenager? You feel your face flushing with embarrassment.

Luckily, you’re saved by the arrival at the compound, and you practically leap out of the van and high tail it to your office.

“No goodbyes? Cold!” Sam calls, but you ignore him.

Safely inside, you shut the door behind you and sit back in your chair, eyes closing. “Jesus Christ,” you mutter to yourself, trying to regain your composure.

“Is everything alright? Your pulse is elevated.” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice rings out. Called out by the AI? Great. Not to mention if she realizes your pulse is elevated, there’s no way Bucky and Steve didn’t notice too.

“I’m fine, F.R.I.D.A.Y., thank you.”

Trying to relax, you log on to your computer and scroll through a few emails that came in while you were out, responding to a few, but deciding ultimately to start editing those photos.

When you get to the one of Bucky and Sam, you upload it, but delete it off the camera. Fidgeting, you open a new email.

Subject: Photos from Hospital Trip - attached Sergeant Barnes, Thought you might want this photo from the trip today. Won’t be using it for PR, so I attached a copy. I’ll send one to Sam, as well.

You hit ‘send’ before you can talk yourself out of it, and get busy editing so you’re not tempted to stare at your inbox all day.

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The next day, a knock at your office door breaks your concentration, and you peer at the door overtop your reading glasses.

“Is this a bad time?”

Bucky.

“Oh, no, it’s fine, come in.” You stand and start to clear some paperwork from your desk, shoving everything in a drawer in an attempt to look like you’ve got it together. “What can I do for you?”

“I wanted to see the other pictures from the hospital trip, if that’s okay.” He scratches the back of his neck, smiling. “The one you sent was… good. You mentioned if I wanted copies…”

“Sure, yeah. I can pull them up…” you slide back into your desk chair, fingers flying over your keyboard. “I just finished editing them this morning. Any in particular?”

“Just want to see whatever you’ve got, if that’s okay.”

You realize what a predicament you’re in when he comes around your desk to peer at the screen, his large frame taking up more space than you’re prepared for. He’s close. He also smells really good, like clean laundry, and something woodsy… you clear your throat, pulling up the photos he wants to see.

“These are really good,” he murmurs, and you can just tell that he’s smiling.

You open your mouth to say something flirty, you hope, but you’re interrupted by F.R.I.D.A.Y.

“Sergeant Barnes? There’s a visitor waiting for you in the lobby.”

You can practically feel him tense up. Everyone he knows lives here.

“Who is it?”

“She says you met at the hospital, sir. Allison Smith?”

Bucky’s face screws up in confusion. He looks down at you. “I better go see what this is about.” He pauses, halfway to the door. “Thanks again,” he says, a slow, devastating smile stretching across his face. You feel your heart rate speed up again, and curse him under your breath when he leaves.

He’s definitely under your skin, and you just wish he wasn’t so… stupidly handsome. Maybe then you’d be able to just treat him like another coworker.

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A few hours later, you’re in the common area looking for Pepper. You need her to sign off on a few marketing proposals, and want to ask her about the photos from the hospital trip. When you get to the sitting area, you’re struck by the sight of a small girl sitting there, a stuffed animal in her lap.

“Um.” You say out loud, not really expecting an answer.

“Who are you?” She asks loudly.

“Who am I?” You sputter, “I should be asking you that.”

“Do you have super powers?”

You blink. “What? No. I’m--”

“You’re just normal, then?” She asks, deadpan.

You open your mouth to reply but then Bucky and Steve come into the room, both with furrowed brows and slightly wide eyes. They look a little shell shocked. You’d laugh if you weren’t so confused.

“What’s with this…sassy lost child?”

“She ran away from home. I guess she hit it off with Bucky yesterday while we visited with her sister at the hospital, and wanted to come see him.” Steve says, and you watch as Bucky goes to sit next to the small girl, asking her something in a low, gentle voice.

“How did she get here?”

“Stole some money from her Mom’s purse and took a cab,” Steve scowls, but there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Gotta give it to her, she’s got guts.”

Bucky, meanwhile, is showing the girl something on his tablet, the sound turned down but whatever it is makes her laugh. You can’t help but smile. Honestly… it’s like the universe is engineering these moments to force you to realize how attractive you find him.

“Her name is Allison.” Steve smiles, despite himself. “Her parents are on their way, but they live in the city. It’s going to be a little while. Any chance you can help keep her occupied?”

You snort. “I don’t know, she wasn’t very impressed with me.

Almost as if on cue, you feel someone tugging on your pant leg. “Excuse me? Mr. Bucky says you have a camera. A big one. Can I see it?”

You look over at Bucky, who shrugs.

“Sure thing,” You crouch down, “I might even know where we can get some candy, too.”

Allison’s eyes light up, her small hand gripping yours. You straighten up, deciding to throw caution to the wind. “Coming, Sergeant?” You ask, and Bucky’s eyes flash with… something, before he nods.

“Sure. Can’t leave my best girl alone, can I?” He asks, coming over to take Allison’s other hand.

You swallow hard, and the three of you start walking towards the elevators.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. will let you know when her parents are here,” Steve calls, and Bucky waves his free hand over his head in acknowledgement.

The three of you make quite the sight walking through the halls of the compound, both holding hands with the small girl, who keeps chattering away, telling you both about her class at school.

You meet Bucky’s eyes over top of Allison’s head, and he raises his eyebrows as he smiles. You smile and duck your head, trying to figure out how you’re supposed to get through this day without turning into a literal puddle on the floor at Bucky’s feet.

In your office, Bucky takes up his spot by the door, sitting on the arm of a chair, arms crossed over his chest. Allison practically drags you to your desk, where your camera is sitting out.

You stand behind her to help her put the strap around her neck and show her how to look through the viewfinder. She giggles when Bucky makes a face at her when she aims the camera in his direction before snapping a photo. The sound is apparently satisfying, because she takes five more, and you step back, letting her do it on her own.

After an hour or so, she gets bored, and starts asking Bucky about his arm. At first you’re worried he might shut down, but he does the opposite. He gets down to her level and starts making up some grand story about how he got it, winking at you when he conveniently glosses over a lot of the details you know to be true.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. interrupts after a bit, letting you know that Allison’s parents are downstairs. The girl looks distraught.

“I’m gonna be in trouble!” She says, eyes welling up.

“I think we can work something out,” Bucky assures her, sweeping her up in his arms and tickling her sides as he pulls her over his shoulder. Her laugh is loud and bright, and you grin as you follow them out of the room and down to the elevator.

Steve is already there talking to Allison’s parents when you get to the lobby, Bucky holding Allison’s hand as you follow behind.

“I don’t want to go home,” She says sadly.

Bucky kneels down in front of her. “You can come visit whenever you want, okay? Just make sure your parents come with you next time.”

She nods. “Okay. Thank you, Mr. Bucky.” She looks up at you. “Will you be here next time I come, too?”

You’re a little surprised she even cares, considering what a big crush on Bucky she has. “If you want me to be, sure. I’ll let you help me take more pictures.”

She grins, giving Bucky one last hug before scampering over to her parents, who look equal parts upset and relieved to see her. After they leave, Steve heads off to who knows where, and you find yourself back in the elevator with Bucky.

You feel fidgety, like you don’t know what to say. You also feel like the air between you is charged, and it’s making you nervous.

“You were good with her,” you say finally, not able to stand the silence anymore.

He smiles softly. “I like her. She reminds me…” he trails off, shaking his head. “She reminds me of my kid sister.”

The smile on your face fades. He notices, and reassures you. “It’s okay.” He swallows, looks away for a moment. “You were good with her too. She liked you.”

You blush, “It helps when you have a camera.”

He scratches his beard. “She’s not the only one who likes you, you know?”

Before you can even formulate a response other than what is happening right now, the doors open, signalling your floor. He gestures for you to walk out ahead of him, and the rest of the walk to your office is silent. You think he can’t possibly have meant what you want him to mean. What reason would he have for liking you?

You’re moving around your desk trying desperately to put space between the two of you before he can say anything. “So, I’ll send you copies of those photos, and some of the ones Allison took today, if you want. If not, I’ll just--”

“Hey,” he says gently, coming up closer to you. “Hang on. If I was out of line back there, I’m sorry.”

Your brain is short circuiting. “No! No, you werent, I--” You’re flustered, unable to get your words out. All you know is you can’t let him leave. You stop yourself, briefly closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. “I like you. I do, but you make me so nervous.”

Bucky has the most smug smile on his face when you open your eyes. “Yeah?”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, god. Don’t let it go to your head.”

“I’ll try not to,” he says, smiling, his eyes intense on yours. “Any chance you’re free for dinner tonight?”

“I could probably pencil you in somewhere.”

A surprised laugh escapes him as he takes a few steps backwards out of your office, pointing at you. “Oh, you’re good. Yeah, see if you can make room for a recovering amnesiac to go out to dinner with a pretty girl, will you?”

Your mouth falls open. “Bucky! That’s not funny!”

He’s still grinning. “It was a little funny.”

“You’re… you’re so…”

He changes course, coming a few steps closer to you. “Go on…” His eyes are practically smoldering.

You blush furiously, trying not to keep smiling like a total idiot. This man just… god, he has a way of making you feel like a teenager again.

“I don’t have plans tonight.” You tell him.

Triumphantly, he claps his hands together. “Perfect how that worked out.”

“Uh huh.”

One more step closer.

“For the record, I’ve been trying to ask you out for weeks. You make me a little nervous, too.”

His voice is like honey poured over gravel. Smooth but rough at the same time. You think you’d listen to him read the phone book.

“Glad we’re on the same page, then.”

He hums in agreement, but whatever he was about to say next is interrupted by F.R.I.D.A.Y. saying he’s late for training with Natasha.

“Does seven work for you?” He asks.

“I suppose it does.”

He laughs again, the sound music to your ears. “Trouble. I should have known you’d be trouble.” He backs out of the room again. “I’ll see you at seven.”

You almost collapse into your desk chair when he leaves, struggling to keep your heart from beating its way right out of your chest. God. You have a date tonight. A date with Bucky Barnes.

Your computer still has that shot of Bucky and Sam pulled up, the one where he’s looking straight into the lens, and you can’t help the butterflies that start up in your stomach. You glance at your watch and suddenly can’t wait for seven o’clock to arrive.

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