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#so my first thought was a song along the lines of 'blondes have more fun' so i went out to look if a song about that
meanwaffle · 1 year
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Safety (Tsukishima x Reader)
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Warning: alcohol, hu culture
Notes: college party moment
You sipped on your drink as you couldn’t take your eyes off the tall, handsome, blonde man across the room. He was chatting with some guys, but he had a bored expression you couldn’t take your eyes off of. He obviously wasn’t enjoying himself very much and it made you wonder why he’d come to a college party if he wasn’t someone who liked them. Maybe his friend made him come. Or he was trying to get laid. Who knows?
What a fucking jerk.
His name was Tsukishima. You sorta knew him already. It was a month or two ago when you both matched on tinder. Tinder was your best friend after all. It was an easy way to find hot and willing guys to keep you company on those lonely nights. The best part was there were usually no strings attached. You didn’t have to shield your heart from getting hurt, you just gotta have fun and spend your young adulthood partying and vibing. You didn’t have to worry about being vulnerable because it was a quick fuck and done.
Oddly enough when you matched with him and started talking to Tsukishima a bit… you got too vulnerable. It wasn't like you at all.
You found yourself blushing when he complimented you. His blunt charm offered a sense of relief. When he said you were beautiful, easy to talk to, how he felt comfortable with you, this bluntness made you truly believe he was being genuine. Over time, his messages started to become short and dull. When that would happen with other guys you’d just roll your eyes and move on to the next. Stupidly enough you kept sending him messages and continuing conversations or starting new ones. You would hold onto each convo starter like it was a life line.
“You look very pretty.” he told you once in response to a selfie you sent of him.
Ah… you wanted him to praise you more.
You wanted to meet him. You didn’t even care about getting laid, you just wanted to see him in person and maybe… hold his hand or something. Like they do in those romcoms! He was so tall after all, you’re so sure if he embraced you that you would melt into his touch.
“When are you free? Let’s go out to dinner.” You’d ask him. 
“I’m free on weekends! But if you have plans, my classes end at three!” You’d tell him.
“Shoot me a message whenever you’re available.” You’d messaged him.
Nothing.
After talking nonstop for two weeks, the moment you invited him out he changed. Shorter messages. He took longer to respond. Baseless excuses one after another about how he’s busy, that he’ll let you know the second he’s free. Responding to you obviously became less of a priority as you got left on delivered for hours and hours and hours, until finally you remembered why you originally were just sleeping around.
Men really suck.
You’re glad you remembered before you got too attached. 
Enough with all that. Sure it was only a little bit ago, but that was all in the past! Tonight was about having fun! You downed the rest of your drink and mingled in with the crowd once again. Striking conversations left and right, you danced a bit to the music, sang along to the popular songs that got everyone hype. You were having a good time and soon lost yourself in the fun. The alcohol was finally hitting and your confidence skyrocketed.
And there's nothing more powerful than a confident woman with a mission.
“Crap!” You blurted out as you felt yourself back up into someone. You quickly turned around to face whoever it was to apologize. “So sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
“Oh, that’s alright! No worries.” A fresh, freckled face greeted you. It was a guy, a cute guy. The dark and grayish hair of his went against your usual type, you had a soft spot for blondes, yet his vibe was so oddly kind. At first you wondered what a guy like this was doing at some random shit college party. Though, when his large eyes met yours paired together with a dorky smile all the reasonable thoughts washed away and only one idea filled your brain. 
He was your mission.
With a grin, you tilted your head to the side just a tiny bit to subtly emphasize your good side. You fluttered your eyes in that cute manner that's always gotten the guys to take interest. “I don’t think I’ve met you! Do you go to parties a lot?”
You heard him suck in a breath and held back a giggle. The cute eye technique still hasn’t failed you. He was nervous, huh? “Ah, no, I came with a friend just cuz… I don’t know where he is right now actually. Uh! But I’m Yamaguchi.” A tint of red glowed on his cheeks.
You introduced yourself back and quickly started up small talk. At first he was hesitant, fumbling over his words a bit and avoiding direct eye contact with you. Once you got him on the topic of his hobbies, however, he started to go on and on about volleyball. You had to hold back a cringe when the subject of volleyball took place. You had no problem with sports! But, icky enough, Tsukishima also danced on the topic a bunch of times. You were positive he mentioned how he was on the team at school, maybe Yamaguchi was too. Maybe they were teammates? If that's the case, part of you wants to just run away from this guy.
Hm, well…. Doesn’t matter. It’s just a hookup. Besides after geeking out a bit he got comfortable enough to just… let go. You both were swaying to the music and laughing, you felt up on his arm and stroked his ego as you showered him in compliments and praises. He denied them, of course, he was shy and humble. Following every praise of yours with something along the lines of “I’m not all that.” or “I bet you know much cooler guys.” 
After some time passed the party was still at full blast. Slowly, you intertwined your fingers with his and glanced up at him with big doey eyes. His expression turned to one of surprise and his entire face was heated. You could even see him biting his lip from nerves alone. “Hey…” you said with a breathy tone. “why don’t we go somewhere quieter?”
Yamaguchi flinched and you watched him nervously gulp. “I, um, l-like where? I mean… you know… my friend is still here and if I’m leaving I should let him know-”
With an air headed smile, you tugged at his arm in the direction of the stairs. “We won’t leave! I know the people who rent this place, we can just go up to her room for a bit. She won’t mind.”
“This isn’t your place t? Shouldn’t we uh, ask then?”
“It’s fine! I’ve done this before.” With that said and done, you made your way over to the stairs. Yamaguchi followed close behind, but as you both were climbing up you were so focused on your gleeful success in getting a cutie in bed that you didn’t hear his hesitant mutters, questioning what you meant by “done this before.”
You pulled him into an empty bedroom and didn’t waste any time. You attached your lips to his and passionately threw your arms around him, pulling him even closer so your tits pressed against him. Internally, he was panicking. He’s never had anyone interested in him in this sort of way, especially someone who would act on it so quickly. It was all happening so fast for him, however, he let himself fall into the moment. Yamaguchi’s thoughts were racing. He couldn’t believe a girl like you would want to be intimate with him. The heat in his cheeks got hotter. Your tongue’s dancing together.
Skillfully using some interesting angles, you managed to get both of you close enough to the bed for you to slowly push him onto the springy mattress. A cute yelp escaped his lips with a subtle panic as you climbed on top of him without detaching yourself from his rosy lips. However, instead of him continuing with the sexy thrill of fucking at a party, he pulled back. You were surprised he’d do that, but the concerned look on his face made you question if you were pushing him into something he didn’t actually want to do. “Are you okay?”
Yamaguchi chewed at his lip. Crazy enough, you’ve only known him for a couple hours and even you could tell he does that when he’s nervous. He wouldn’t make eye contact with you, which was another indicator. His body language told you enough. You rolled off him and sat up on the edge of the bed. You bent down forward and softly smiled in an attempt to ease the tension “Not in the mood?”
Like a lightning bolt, he shot up with a worried expression.” No! I mean yes, I mean, I’m nervous, that’s all. You’re really pretty and It’s just a lot-”
“He’s a virgin.”
Both of you two whipped your heads towards the doorway which was suddenly open with a tall figure leaning against the frame. Tall, blonde, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, you couldn’t stop your mouth from opening a bit in shock as you witnessed none other than Tsukishma there with a sharp glare of disappointment.
“Oh god, Kei! How long have you been standing there?!” Yamaguchi, obviously very flustered, spoke first because you were still stupidly sitting on the end of the bed with your mouth still agape from a lack of knowledge to even know what to say to this guy.
With a glance over at you, then back to his friend, he spoke more. “First of all you should’ve locked the door if you’re going to mess around. And I have been standing here ever since you fumbled the whole making out part.” His eyebrow furrowed, which was odd to you. He seemed to be annoyed with his friend. Was he annoyed that his homie was getting laid and he wasn’t? You certainly couldn’t think of another reason. A logical one for sure.
“I was looking for you so we could finally leave, though I saw her chatting you up and then going up the stairs.” He shot another quick glance over at you. “I could connect the dots.” His tone was irritating to hear. It was like he was talking down to you.
You shoved down any desire to stay quiet and spoke up. “That’s so weird, Tsukishima! And what if we kept going. You were just gonna stand there and watch? You’re such a pervert-”
“Wait, do you two know each other?” Yamaguchi asked, surprised.
“You’re hooking up with someone you met a few hours ago.”
You threw your hands in the air. “It’s college! This is what we do!”
Both of you were huffing and pouting like the drunk idiots you were. 
Yamaguchi had no clue what to make of the situation. He was shifting his weight back and forth as he fiddled with his fingers. He kept trying to get a word in, but despite his efforts everything he said fell on deaf ears as both you and Tsukishima kept going back and forth. One petty thing after the other. Tsukishima finally let out a giant scoff and went to turn to his friend. “Let’s just go.” He was thrown back when he realized the friend he was talking to was no longer there. There was just an empty space “Huh? Where did he go?”
“He walked off maybe five minutes ago.”
His nose scrunched up. “And you didn’t think to say anything?”
“I thought the wave goodbye would’ve been enough but I guess I didn’t take into account your lack of awareness.” You responded with yet another eye roll. 
He sharply turned towards the door. “Whatever, I’m out of here.” 
“I bet, ghosting is your best talent.”
Tsukishima stopped dead in his tracks. His hawk eyes gleamed into you with an emotion you couldn’t quite describe. Even so, you could tell he was offended by what you said. “I didn’t ghost you, you ghosted me.”
Your mouth fell agape for the second time tonight. Was he trying to set a record of how many times can he make you gawk at him like this? Who did he think he was accusing you like that! “Are you being for real right now? You started taking hours to respond to me! Yet your snap score was still going up. You were ignoring me and stopped talking to me. That’s ghosting!”
He turned on his heel to face you again. “But I still responded! Every time! Even if it took me a while to get back to you. You were the one who unadded me out of nowhere!”
“That’s my point, it wasn’t out of nowhere! I had a reason. I wasn’t going to waste my time with a guy who didn’t prioritize me.” You crossed your arms. This was not how you wanted to spend your time at this party. You came here for mindless fun, not a confrontation with some ex situationship.
Unbeknownst to you, Tsukishima’s heart rate was increasing at those words. The idea that you wanted him to prioritize you plagued his thoughts. “I thought we were just going to hook up.”
“Huh, yeah, but…”
“But?” You both were maintaining eye contact. It was weird that the guy you thought was just another fail basically interrupted you from fucking another guy for meaningless sex. And now you were both standing here, facing off from each other. One sharp response to the next, even though Yamaguchi left you were still at each other's throat. Truly, one of you should just go separate ways. 
You huffed. “Nothing.”
“You wanted more than just sex?”
“No, geez, I said it was nothing.”
His hand snapped to yours, snatching it roughly enough for you to break eye contact and stumble backwards with a shy gasp. “If it’s nothing then lets hookup, right now.”
You visibly flinched at his words. “Huh? Are you drunk?
“We’re both drunk. That’s why we’re stumbling around.” His grip on you loosened. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s fool around. You were trying to get fucked weren’t you?”
“God, Tsukishima.” You pulled away from him and plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. Tilting your head as you looked at him. “It’d be weird to have sex with you after all this.”
Tsukishima’s mouth curled into a cocky grin. “It’s college, it’s what we do.” You couldn’t hold back an eye roll at his mocking tone. “It’s the time for casual sex. Didn’t you say that?” He leaned back and turned the lock on the door. “See, I can remember to lock the door at least.”
Tsukishima was so seductive and it made your tummy turn as he looked at you with lustful eyes. It felt like he could see through you to your very soul, knowing how at one point you craved for him to embrace you and kiss you gently. You’d fantasized about him inviting you over to his apartment, with a candle lit dinner and red wine poured into those cute fancy glass cups. Then, after you two were done eating, he’d scoop you into his arms and carry you to the bed. Stripping you and leaving trails of love marks to brand his romance into your very flesh. 
But, you didn’t care about that anymore. Yeah, there's no doubt that you are completely over that. You were completely fine with a casual hookup in some random bedroom. This was fine, so you have no reason to disagree with him. 
You exhaled and glanced over at him with your lips puckered. “Alright, it is a party…” a hint of embarrassment sparkled in your eyes “Let’s do it.”
Tsukishima didn’t hesitate. He climbed right on top of you and pushed you onto your back. His hands were placed on each side of your head. You could feel his body heat as he leaned down closer, his lips almost right against yours. “Can I get an enthusiastic yes?”
You were nervous and he could tell. A sheer crimson enveloped your cheeks and flowers bloomed in the depths of your core. You never felt like this with your other hookups, but for some reason the thought of him seeing you naked… even the thought of seeing him naked made your tummy twist and turn.
That’s why this was weird!
But you would sooner die than admit it. “...I want you to fuck me.”
The cocky blonde smiled at you. It was different however, the spiteful and argumentative man you were yelling at earlier was nowhere to be seen, replaced by someone much gentler. It was an emotion you’ve never seen on a man. Usually when you spread your legs for whoever will give you attention they look down on you. They treat each encounter as some sort of game. They were the players and you were a side quest for them to complete. It was a common misconception with most of the men you surrounded yourself with that the harder they fuck you, the better they are at sex. Even when it hurts and you want it to stop, you don’t say anything. After all, fucking you rough gave them power. If you took away their power they’d want nothing to do with you. Men thrived on the idea that they were the dominant one, they were the ones in charge, and you were mercy under their touch. In reality, your fake moaning and exaggerated expressions was nothing more than a manipulation tactic that a single man has yet to see through.
You were nothing but an object.  You let yourself become an object.
You’re so lonely.
Tsukishima’s smile didn’t host any intensity or wrath, because he didn’t perceive you as just something to fuck. Seeing you waiting for him to pleasure you, he wanted nothing more than to please you to the point you’d never sleep with another guy again. This was the only moment he might have to prove to you that he can earn your approval.
He never thought he ghosted you. Henever wanted to ghost you and to this day he remembers the devastation he had when he woke up and saw an X next to your username. He had to play it cool, after all he was on tinder for meaningless sex and a way to kill his boredom. You didn’t simply kill it, you cured it. Talking to you made him flushed. He wasn’t supposed to be like that. He likes to believe it was his pride that got in the way of you two actually working out, but in reality it was his undeniable shyness. When he saw you had sent him a message, an internal panic plagued his thoughts. He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t admit he was shy around you, even to himself he never realized that he was just scared to meet up with you or that he’d say something stupid. If he made himself out to be a fool the facade he worked so hard to keep  up with would crumble and he’d be left with nothing.
That’s why his messages became dull and his response time plummeted. 
Tsukishima dove between your thighs. With a free hand, he flipped your skirt up and settled his face right in front of your clothed pussy. You gasped at the realization that he was going to give you oral. Usually, it was the other way around. You didn’t dislike sucking dick and in fact you think you're pretty good at it. “H-hey, you know, you don’t have to do that.” you whispered, a flash of heat filling your body.
Confused, he lifted himself out from beneath your skirt. “You don’t like being eaten out?”
“Well, of course I do, but we don’t have to do all this foreplay stuff. I know men say it can be a hassle-”
“Oh my god.” He huffed and for a split second you were about to snap back at him, yet a warmth spread across your cunt. You squealed, hips twitching. He was licking you over your underwear. No one has ever done that to you before. It was thrilling. You had no idea how something as simple as eating you out was able to make your core explode like fireworks in a dark sky, but Tsukishima was succeeding in it. Hollowing out his cheeks, he applied suction as the wet spot drenching your panties only grew. “Ask me to take off your panties and I will.”
Fuck.
“Take off my panties…”
You’ve never had to ask for anything during sex before. Previous men you have been with just do what they want. Even the shy guys, you give them head and they’re so eager to fuck you that they rush into slipping it in without a second thought of your desires. You couldn’t count the amount of times you had to shout out “Don’t cum inside me!” as the guy would groan in your ear that they were about to cum. Despite that, a good chunk would still cum inside.
You knew it. Tsukishima was different.
You’ve just been surrounding yourself with the wrong people.
You did not want to admit that right now, however. If you did, you’d probably start crying as you accepted that you have been using sex as a self harm tactic to combat the internal hatred you harbor for yourself. At this moment you just wanted to be held and cherished by the sharp witted man about to ravish you. You liked feeling special. He liked making you feel special more. He wanted to pleasure you in a way no man could ever live up to. Plague your mind so that even if you were swooped into the arms of another your thoughts would be full of him. 
Hooking his fingers under your panties, he slid them off. 
He teased you by swiping his tongue up your damp slit. The whimper that flew out only encouraged him to tease you more. A little on the rough side, he started to apply suction to your deprived clit. Electricity bolted up to your brain and then all the way back down to your toes. How does it feel so good? You were confused. Why did it feel so pleasurable? It wasn’t supposed to feel this good, was it?
Your thoughts were drowned out by the sound of your own moans.
Your voice fueled his desire to hear more. Out of nowhere, he began to attack your pussy like he was nothing more than a starved man in the wild. He pushed his tongue inside you which caused you to unintentionally grind your hips against his tongue. More, you wanted more. His tongue slithered around your walls, ripping another cry from your throat. You couldn’t believe you were making such embarrassing noises. You never knew you were capable of such whimpers.
His nose bumped into your clit as he tongue fucked you even deeper. The wetness of his saliva mixed with your slick. His mouth was devouring your pussy and you could tell he was quite experienced. Tsukishima succeeded in his goal, because no man will ever live up to the skill he had with his tongue. 
Tsukishima’s pace never slowed. Up until an intense feeling of ecstasy washed over your entire desperate body, he didn’t let up one bit. You didn’t realize that you were whimpering his name softly under your breath. His dick twitched at the sound and he couldn’t wait to be inside you. It was hard for him not to just take you there and then, but he had an personal obligation to make you cum with his tongue. Strings of curses escaped your lips and he had a front row seat to you cumming on his face.
Not only cumming, however, you were squirting.
Tsukishima lifted his head up from beneath your thighs. You stayed on your back, huffing with wide eyes.  “Was that good?” He asked, the desire for praise more than apparent enough.
You blinked a few times, processing that irresistible new feeling you just experienced. You could see Tsukishima staring at you with a perplexed eyebrow raise. Using your elbows to sit yourself up, you awkwardly smiled. “It was good, really good, I mean I’ve never done that before…”
“You’ve never cum before? Oh wow, you need to pick better gu-”
“No!” You interrupted his misconception. “I never squirted, like that, It’s embarrassing and geez, it’s all over your lips!”
Tsukishima placed his hand against his mouth and rubbed at it with little to no effort. “Oh.” He chuckled at himself, making you smile. “I had a suspicion maybe you liked virgins or something and that’s why you couldn’t cum. You tried to sleep with Yamaguchi afterall.”
“Nothing wrong with virgins.” You retorted. 
He raised his hands in defense. “Sorry, sorry, you fuck a lot of virgins or something?”
You pressed your lips into a thin line. “I fuck a lot of people in general.”
“Oh yeah?” He smirked, climbing back on top of you and hooking his arm under your leg. “What’s your body count?”
“Only polite of you to answer first.”
“It’s high.”
“Same.”
After some silence both of you started to smile, trying to hold back laughter. Tsukishima was the first one to break the quiet. “We’re both sluts then.”
Not the first time you’ve been called a slut and it probably won’t be the last, but somehow this charming man said it in a way that was able to turn you on. Happily, you wrapped your arm around his neck and pulled him closer to your blushed face. You scooted downwards just so he had a better angle to lift up your leg even more. “Fuck me like a slut then.”
You did not need to say that twice.
Desperately with his free hand, he tugged his zipper down and let his cock out into the open. You quickly peeked at it, long enough to get a good look at it but not too long for Tsukishima to notice you staring. You wanted to play it cool. 
It was thick. Precum oozed at the tip of his cockhead, twitching with excitement to sink itself into your wet cunt.
He positioned his cock right against your soaking wet hole. Your pretty pussy was fluttering at the anticipation of finally getting fucked by the one guy you had an attraction to outside just his dick. He sunk into you slowly, biting his lip while doing it. You threw your head back with a moan. Your pussy stretched around his hard member. He started to fuck you with a steady pace. He didn’t just start pounding into you, no, instead he kept a stable rhythm allowing you to get used to the thick cock inside you. 
Still, with every buck of his hips that amazing dick of his hit the sweet, spongy spot deep inside your velvet walls. You whimpered and moaned, embarrassingly still trying to keep quiet in case anyone was nearby to hear you. Your shirt was suddenly pulled upwards along with your bra. You looked up to see Tsukishima practically drooling at the sight of your bouncing boobs. It was a sexy sight, they bounced along with the rhythm of his thrusts. He kept a steady arm around your leg and began to speed up his pace. “What a sight.” He groaned, yet the compliment fell on deaf ears as the volume of your cries filled the air.
He rolled his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside you. His heavy balls slapped against you, only adding to the lewd noises your bodies were making. Your pussy was clenching around him. The burning sensation of delight warmed up your cunt and the nerves surrounding your puffy clit were sparkling. However, none of it compared to how intense the pleasure was in your core. His cock was filling you. The friction was nothing less than addicting. 
You let your arms fall from around his neck onto the blanket. You gripped the fabric into a tight fist. The pleasure he was giving you was purely euphoric and you didn’t know how to handle it. Every cry that was ripped from your throat couldn’t be stopped even if you wanted it to. Even now, when his thrusts were getting sloppier and his groans filled your ears. His cock was twitching against your wet walls and the words “I’m gonna cum.” repeated out of his mouth.
You were too into it that the thought of telling him not to finish inside you wasn’t a concern.
Truly, you wanted him to cum inside you.
Thick, hot semen was pumped into the depths of your delicates. Tsukishima’s head rolled back and he let your leg fall against the bed. Your cunt was milking him perfectly that he could swear up and down that his eyes rolled to the back of his head. After he finished cumming, you both took a moment to catch your breaths and process how that was the best sex either of you have ever had. Hoping that the other was thinking the same thing.
Tsukishima clicked his tongue. “Shit, is there a towel, oh crap, it got on the bed.” He looked around trying to find something suitable to clean up the cum leaking from your cunt. You half sat up, fixing your bra and shirt with one hand then pointed to a side drawer next to the bed. “There's a washcloth in the bedside table there.”
He listened to you and reached over, opening the drawer and taking out the washcloth you knew was there. “How did you know that?” He tossed it over to you and zipped his pants back up. You cleaned yourself and pulled your panties back into place. “I’m friends with the people who rent this house. I’ve fucked many guys on that bed.” Standing up, you patted the wrinkles in your skirt flat. 
Tsukishima wasn’t sure what to say.
You could tell you created an awkward moment, so quickly you added onto it. “And out of all those guys you were the best. So, you were right, it wasn’t that weird.”
He smiled. His smile was contagious and you found yourself grinning along with him. “Good to hear. Are you heading back to your dorm? Sounds like the party died down.”
You nodded. “Yep. Gotta sleep this drunk off.”
“I should walk you home. It’s dark.”
Your heart fluttered. You metaphorically slapped yourself and gulped air down your dry throat, desperately making sure to hide any excitement from him. “That would be the safe thing to do. We’ve both been drinking, maybe you should spend the night. You know, for safety, walking home alone in the dark drunk is dangerous for men too.”
Stars twinkled in Tsukishima’s chest. He began to approach you and at first you weren’t sure what he was doing exactly, though without another moment passing he intertwined his fingers with yours. Pulling you closer to his shoulder and squeezing your hand tightly. It made you feel safe just as he intended.
“You wanna hold my hand?” 
A hint of red tinted his cheeks which went against the demeanor he made sure to force all these years. Maybe both of your auras are attracted to each other. The fear of commitment and stubborn pride caused you both to push away, but in this moment reality felt raw. It made sense.
“Just to be safe, of course.”
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nayeonline · 6 months
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SPACE.COWBOY (my imagined ITZY comeback)
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I’ve made a couple posts about JYP’s shitty management of ITZY, so I decided to do a little thought experiment in what direction I would take ITZY’s discography and aesthetics.
I decided to give them a full album because it’s 2023 and no one should be releasing mini albums this late in their career (this goes for everyone, not just itzy). The album, which I have entitled ‘SPACE.COWBOY’, has 10 tracks, including 1 English pre-release single, 1 Korean title track, two promoted b-sides, and six more b-sides.
For the concept, I decided to draw inspiration from the aesthetics of ‘Cowboy Bebop’ which I referenced in the album name. I really wanted a space aesthetic for ITZY, but I didn’t want it to be just aespa part 2, so I decided a 90s space Faye Valentine aesthetic was the move. Also, ginger Yeji, pink hair Chaeryeong, blonde Yuna, black hair Ryujin and Lia is a must :)
Anyway, into the tracklist!!!
(1) LOG-IN [Fifty Fifty]
When I first heard this song a couple years back, I was struck by how ITZY it sounded. I love it as an album opener, and I think ITZY would body a choreography to it.
(2) YEPPI YEPPI [aespa] (TITLE TRACK)
Same goes for this song, I think it sounds SO ITZY, it’s very evocative of their Dalla Dalla - Icy era, which is exactly the sound I want to hear from them again. This song is so timeless, so fun, and such a perfect ITZY title track.
(3) 3.14159 [Lexie Liu] (English Pre-Release)
I fucking love Lexie Liu, and this song is one of my favourites from her. It’s very whimsical, very psychedelic, and very high energy, which is exactly what ITZY does best. This song has the creativity their last few singles have been lacking. I think Yuna especially would OWN this track.
(4) YALLA [WJSN] (Promoted B-Side)
WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME ABOUT THIS SONG SOONER?! I imagine Chaeryeong being the centre for this song, she has the perfect energy for it. I can definitely see this song going viral on K-Pop TikTok, I love it as a promoted B-Side.
(5) Cast Pearls Before Swine [Purple Kiss]
This is quintessential ITZY. I can see Lia performing this song so clearly, and I think it thematically references their debut self love concept just the right amount. I just really love this song ok, go stream it.
(6) MAGICIAN [Lexie Liu] (Promoted B-Side)
Can you tell I love Lexie Liu yet? This one has a chorus along similar lines to YALLA, and it's so addictive. This is another Yuna type song for me, but I also think Ryujin would be such a stand out on this. I don’t see it being in Mandarin for ITZY, but the hook is mostly onomatopoeia so I don’t think a language change would ruin it at all.
(7) The Great Mermaid [LE SSERAFIM]
I admit, I didn’t see the vision for this song when it first came out, but OH MY GOD do I get it now. I can definitely see this one for ITZY, especially that killer post chorus.
(8) YUCK [Charli XCX]
Charli XCX and ITZY are such a good mix, I couldn’t help giving them one of her most underrated pop anthems. This one has Ryujin written all over it
(9) LUCID [Rina Sawayama] (Promoted B-Side)
Did you really think I wasn’t going to include a Rina song? And this one especially is fucking amazing. Realistically I know the lyrics would be different for a K-Pop release, but just the UK dance-pop vibes alone are so fun. Somi did it with Fast-Forward, and as a Brit it's so funny to see idols release stuff that wouldn’t be out of place on the radio here. Yeji would eat this song up, but IMAGINE THE CHOREOGRAPHY.
(10) LOG-OUT [4s4ki]
Other than the obvious nice parallels with the album intro title, I think this song is such a fun album closer for ITZY. I hate that groups like ITZY consistently release ballads as their album closer, like they have no business singing in a bpm that slow. Obviously I don’t think they would sing in Japanese, but the pure chaos of this track would be such a fun experiment for them. (This one was for u @shyreol)
@a-moth-to-the-light im so interested to see ur thoughts on my made up album, and for ur one if u end up doing it :)
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concentrated-oj · 10 months
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Last weekend I actually did find some dolls at the flea market!
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So first we have a Lisa Frank Fab Friends Cassie doll- there were at least two waves of these dolls, along with another smaller version of them. This doll belongs to the wave with slightly more toned down hair colors, which I BELIEVE is the second wave. Her hair is this light blonde shade instead of actually being bright yellow. She came with her original track pants and jacket, with a huge (but functional and even separating!) zipper.
In the middle is a Rainbow High Krystal Bailey doll. She came with her original silver top and purple jeans; I added these heels and this tweed jacket from the RH deluxe closet, so her outfit wouldn't look incomplete.
On the right is an interesting find, that I had never heard of before I found her and bought her. She's a Ginger Brook Hollow Louisa doll, the small/ Dream Doll/ 8 inch version. I identified her and ended up reading about the line and, well...I have a lot of thoughts about the doll line that I can elaborate on if anyone cares to hear it, but for now I'll just say that she's very nicely made, with elastic strung shoulders AND head, a beautifully sculpted and painted face with inset eyes, applied eyelashes, and a WIG. A very, very tiny wig. From what I know, these dolls retailed for $70 (!!!) in 2005, so the quality is as it should be, but I paid $3. Her dress is not her original outfit, and I don't know where it comes from as it seems much too big for her, but it's also very nicely made.
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Poor 1995 Sparkle Beach Skipper had a bad case of very loose head syndrome, on account of...her head having been pulled off, and her neck being broken. These late 80s- mid 90s Skippers are prone to that. I got her anyway, and since I had this 2009-ish camping Skipper who had an awful hair cut, I gave her that body instead. The color match isn't nearly as awful as this overexposed photo makes it look, though it's not 100% either. With clothes, it looks just fine. Speaking of which, just so she would be dressed I put her in this Creatable World top and a pair of what I believe to be Bratz Boys jeans.
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Next is two blonde, green-eyed, red lipstick Generation Girl mold Barbies from the year 2001, who could pretty much be identical twins. On the left is 2001 Coca Cola Fun Skateboard Barbie. I've dressed her in the outfit of 1997 Coca Cola Picnic Barbie, with random white Barbie shoes.
On the right is 2001 Fun Treats Barbie (blonde version). IS SHE NOT THE CUTEST??? She came with her original shirt and skirt; I put these pink Barbie heels on her.
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I got these three beauties as well. On the left is 1998 Beyond Pink Barbie. I had one when I was a kid and loved her, and played the tape with the song SO much. I'd love to get my hands on the whole line. This girl had spots of blue paint all over her, which the entire ends of her hair had also been dipped in, paintbrush-style. I couldn't get the stain out of her light blonde hair, so I set her hair with hot and cold water and gave her a short bob hair cut. I think it turned out quite nice! I've dressed her in randomly-thrifted pieces of an outfit from Barbie and the Rockers Barbie because I figured it's very similar thematically, and a random pair of Barbie shoes.
In the middle is 2005 Club Birthday Chelsea. She's really pretty and has a glittery tattoo on her shoulder. She's wearing a dress that I haven't identified but is prooooobably a Barbie dress? Her shoes are random Barbie shoes I gave her.
On the right is 2008 Top Model Hair Wear Teresa. Her bangs have been cut but it looks kind of edgy and punk to me 🤔 It's a shame she didn't have her outfit, it's really cute and she'd coordinate with Fun Treats Barbie. She's wearing a cool one piece hooded tracksuit that I also haven't identified, but highly suspect is Barbie. I gave her random silver Barbie shoes to wear.
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Finally some random bits. I've been regretting not getting this ridiculous dress from a Sanrio Chococat x Barbie fashion pack when it was released, so I was happy to find it on the above Coca Cola Fun Skateboard Barbie (confession: it was actually more like buying the dress for $1, and the doll was a free bonus).
Also got Lalaloopsy Minis Ember Flicker Flame, an extra pair of Monster High Casta Fierce shoes (those big sister sized shoes aren't exactly growing on trees so I couldn't pass them up), a yellow bathing suit Skipper was wearing (Barbie I think?), and Monster High Mad Science Lab Partners Ghoulia's dress. It has the periodic table of elements printed on it spelling out "spooky" words, I couldn't resist.
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kil9 · 2 years
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this whole time I guess I've just been assuming the "blonde" taemin is the victim/innocent taem, I guess the silver one looks more evil ? he's the one with the eyepatch and getting arrested and stuff, plus blonde taem has the most significant injury. (the photocards also have blonde taem in the innocent version and silver taem in the suspect version, which basically confirms we should read blonde taem as innocent) but it doesn't completely line up.....
silver taem is the one one we see actually singing, indicating the song is from his point of view (I know you're bad for me, you're a criminal who hurts me, I'm on a leash called you, etc) at least until the end where blonde taem is mouthing along. blonde taem is also the only one we see with a weapon in the whole video, the chainsaw.
the weapon thing I'm more inclined to brush off (they are both affecting each other, after all, the "innocent" one has blood on his own hands in the end) but the singing thing still stands out to me. there are a couple explanations for this I can think of. the first, and simplest, is that it's just intentionally confusing. which might be the most likely case, I think a big part of the concept in general is these two people bleeding into each other and blurring the line. but I think it could also be more interesting than that.
so my first thought was, yes, the silver taem is the criminal and blonde taem is innocent, but the lyrics themselves don't talk about the "criminal" in the literal sense. rather, the crime of "making" him act this way, and pushing the blame of his own actions onto blonde taem (common abuse tactic lol. I'm on a leash called you ie I act this was because you make me crazy, a criminal who hurts me ie it's your fault things are going bad. taemin loves an unhealthy dynamic for sure) this especially lines up in the 2nd verse, "the syndrome called you, you lure me in and shake me. behind your childlike innocent face, a frightening side of you gives me goosebumps." it's easy to read as the criminal luring this dangerous side out of an otherwise innocent guy. this would also line up with the fact that blonde taem starts singing along in the end, when he's become just as bad as him, somewhat accepting this blame, saying fuck it I'll start being bad too. (side note, the fact that "just me and you" is on this album makes me lose my MIND. and reading those lyrics as the criminal & innocent makes me scream)
and the other thing I've thought about is, maybe the blonde taemin is the criminal after all. after all, the two versions aren't called "innocent and criminal" they're called "innocent and suspect," and a suspect isn't always guilty. this, of course, gives the impression of blonde taem (criminal taem) flat out framing silver taem for everything he's done. when you watch the video from this angle, blonde taems innocent and quiet demeanor shifts to cold, and calculated. and while silver taem used to seem violent and unhinged, you now see a man in panic, feeling the effect the criminal has had on him, and finally losing his mind. of course blonde taem will have gotten some scratches, silver taem seems much more hot headed so there's sure to have been some pushback. this interpretation is really, really interesting to me lately, and almost comes across more sinister than the original.
but really, any way you look at it, this shift of blame comes into play. (you made me act like this it's your fault, vs you literally made me do this even though it was your idea, vs I didn't do anything why did you tell them that) and like I said before... i think it's intentionally confusing !! bleeding into each other, blurring the line, blame moving back and forth, I think it all plays into the same dynamic in the end. who is innocent or not, we'll never know, but it's just some fun stuff to think about :] hey, maybe they're not even different people, who's to say !
as he says in just me and you, "we just blend into one color. we are reborn. empty your heart so it gets filled with me." and I think that's the real spirit of criminal. happy 2nd anniversary !!
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Mai/Anzu, Rose Lalonde/Dave Strider, BEWD/Seto
Mai/Anzu
I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston (XD)
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Rose Lalonde/Dave Strider
Crucified by Army Of Lovers
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BEWD/Seto
Meet Your Master by Nine Inch Nails
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the-fairy-anon · 3 years
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Feel familiar sweetheart? | J.M.
summary: smut, best friends to lovers, unprotected drunk sex, underage drinking, aged up pouges (19), not proofread, my first full jj fic that’s been marinating in my drafts since like march xoxo
“Hey killa, if you’re gonna steal my vodka maybe don’t do it right in front of me” you say snatching the bottle from JJ’s grip as you enter the chateau.
You were a friend of kie’s before her kook year, you fell out of touch but rekindled the friendship at her first kegger back with the pouges.
If she wasn’t with the boys and sarah she was with you, but she started getting sick of splitting her time up, so you started getting dragged along to boat days and chateau hangouts too.
You never really had many guy friends or a boyfriend so hanging around with guys all the time actually made you kinda nervous, especially since one of them was JJ.
“Y/NNNN don’t be like that!! Just a sip please!” he whines following you into the kitchen.
“Maybeeeee but you gotta let me get a buzz first” you tell him as he watches you set your bag down and take 3 large gulps from the bottle you stole from your job.
“You’re insane.” he breathes out, still staring as you hop up onto the counter. He had taken quite the liking to you once you started hanging with the pouges more often. The two of you were a force to be reckoned with. JJ could almost always match your energy and was the only one who could talk you down when you got a little too rowdy (even for him).
You two had known each other from around the island and finally started hanging out when you were 17 despite secretly having eyes for each other for the last decade.
“Like you’re complaining.” you bite back. “About you? Never.” he flirts
“Good because i don’t share with mean boys.” you smile taking another swig.
When you open your eyes JJ is standing between your legs “you share?” he teases.
“That attitude is getting you nowhere sunshine, I already told you, the ‘boys are mean to girls they like’ philosophy is bullshit, it’ll never work on me.” you tell him bluntly.
“I’m not being mean!! I’m just messing around,” he defends placing his hands on your thighs and giving you puppy dog eyes “you know that right?”
Not knowing how to react you stick the bottle in his direction before he can realize that he made you flustered “Drink.” you tell him.
This is where JJ gets confused, you tell him what you like and don’t like but every time he tries to actually flirt with you, you find a way to escape the situation.
He wordlessly accepts the bottle, taking a few big sips telling himself that the liquor is burning him and not the rejection.
“Am i interrupting something?” Sarah asks, clearly confused at the sight of JJ between your legs with a hand on your thigh.
“Oh, no what’s up?” you ask happily, you love sarah she’s so nice and really fun to hang out with. You guys clicked better than anyone was expecting.
“John said to tell you we’re heading down to the beach in a bit with the kegs.” she informs you, still eyeing the situation skeptically.
“Okay sounds good! Tell him we’ll meet you there.” JJ replies before you can get a word out.
“Um, okay?” Sarah complies clearly more confused than ever but she walks away nonetheless.
“Why are we meeting them there, why don’t we just go with them?” you ask the blonde.
“It’s a surprise” he answers smugly
“J.”
“Yes sunshine”
“tell meeee”
“you’re terrible at surprises”
“you’re mean” you huff in annoyance crossing your arms and looking away from him.
“sunshine don’t be like thattt”
“mean.” you say again crossing your arms this time.
“Fineee I wanted to smoke in the hammock before we left, but it’s whatever let’s just-”
“No!! let’s smoke in the hammock!” you place your hands on top of his in a feeble attempt to stop him from moving but it works.
He grins up at you “dealer threw in a couple free prerolls, said he feels bad because it seems like my girl smokes all my shit” he tells you squeezing your thighs at the end of his sentence.
You try to ignore the way your heart flutters at his grip on your thighs and the implication that you’re his girl. You still get visibly flustered but to JJ it just seems like embarrassment from the dealer thinking you’re stealing all his weed.
“I’m not mad though, I’ll always share with you” he declares as a rosy tiny dusts his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
“That’s very sweet of you, i revoke all earlier ‘mean’ comments” you giggle
“To the hammock?” he asks backing away
“To the hammock.” you grin hopping off the counter
You two lay in the hammock half cuddling and mentally dancing around your feelings for each other.
JJ lights the blunt and takes a few hits before holding it up to your lips, you take a few hits as he stares into your eyes in comfortable silence. He pulls the blunt away and starts to lean in until your tranquil bubble is popped by Pope calling JJ to ask where you are.
“J ITS ALREADY PACKED MAN HURRY UP BEFORE WE RUN OUT OF DRINKS” Pope screams clearly already drunk while you and jj just have a nice buzz going.
JJ huffs disappointed that he didn’t get to kiss you. “Okay bud we’ll be there in a minute” he tells pope hanging up before he could reply.
“our presence has been requested at the kegger” he tells you with a lopsided grin as if you couldn’t hear pope yelling on the other line.
“okayyy, one more hit though?” you ask with your best pouty face.
“we can smoke on the walk you little feen” he says squeezing your cheeks.
You smack his hand away sticking your tongue out at him before hopping up and running in the direction of the beach. You feel faster than normal which must mean the vodka was finally in full effect. You hear JJ laughing behind you as he starts chasing you.
“Y/N Y/M/N GET BACK HERE” He shouts making you gasp “NOT THE MIDDLE NAME” You yell stopping dead in your tracks as you turn to face him.
“I never use YOUR full name JOHN”
“Wooooow i think you’ve had enough. You only call me by my government name when you’re fucked up. ”
You laugh in his face as you approach the party looking him dead in the eye declaring “You don’t get to cut me off.” as you march away and grab a beer.
Both of you had been drinking for quite some time so he wasn’t surprised to see you dancing on top of the giant speaker but what bothered him was the way most of your girl friends had been replaced by guys trying to get your attention. He walks over and grabs your hand and just the sight of his pretty face makes you light up.
“J!! I missed you!!” you giggle
“I missed you too sunshine! why don’t we go sit by the fire?” he suggests gently
“Nooooo I wanna dance” you decline chugging what was left in your cup which made jj nervous even though he was just as fucked as you.
He knew how you got after 7 or 8 drinks and on top of that you were crossed, this was either gonna end in a melt down or you trying to go home with anyone that would give you attention god forbid you saw jj talking to another girl.
“come dance with me then! i haven’t seen you since we got here!” JJ begged.
This caught you off guard for 2 reasons
1. JJ doesn’t beg and 2. JJ doesn’t ask to dance
Truthfully sometimes crossed JJ gets needy and currently all he could think about was the way you were cuddling earlier and how badly he wanted to kiss you still.
“okayyy fineeee” you giggle hopping down, still holding his hand.
“what a slut bro if my girl was acting like that i’d drop her so fas-” one of the guys from around the speaker says to his friend.
Before JJ could even get mad you slap his drink out of his hand, look him dead in the eyes, and spit “you’re a slut, little bitch boy.” right in his face.
Before he could reply you drag JJ away and you’re right back to your normal sweet happy self. You go to grab another drink and JJ suggests you share it (meaning you get a few sips and he’ll chug the rest) and you agree. You stand there leaning against him chatting in a group just happy to be into his muscular arms when one of your favorite songs starts playing. You squeal dragging JJ to dance with you which is something you only have the confidence to do once in a blue moon.
JJ has only found himself in this position twice before and each time has had him praying it would happen more often. Your back is pressed against his chest, one of his hands rests on your stomach beneath yours, while your other hand is up in his hair by the back of his neck. You’re grinding against him and he can feel himself start to get hard.
“Baby you gotta stop.” JJ whispers in your ear but you just lean forward and start to shake your ass even more, gasping as you feel him pressed up on your clothed core. You continue dancing on him as you lean back against his chest with a soft smile on your lips.
“Baby you gotta stop.” he repeats a little louder thinking you didn’t hear him the first time.
“Why?” you pout up at him “feels like you like it.” you defend as you bite your lip.
“Y/N you know why. Don’t play dumb with me.” he growls.
You spin around in his arms pressing your chest to his. “You don’t want me J?” you ask, half of you still unsure of the answer.
“Y/N.” He warns lowly, resting his hands on your hips.
“Because I want you,” you tell him with an innocent tone making him almost choke on the last of your shared drink “want you so bad,” you continue placing a kiss on his neck causing his his eyes to roll back “always have J, i thought you knew that” you mumble pressing another kiss just below his ear.
His grips one of your hips and his other hand flies to the side of your neck pulling you in for a kiss. You immediately moan into it as you slide your hands from his muscular shoulders to his soft blonde hair. His hand slides around your lower back pulling you closer while he deepens the kiss. Subconsciously your hips buck forward and you realize that JJ has soaked your panties with one dance and a kiss. You pull back a little mumbling a “oh my god” mostly to yourself but to jj it sounded like a little moan that he needed to hear more of.
“can we go back to the chateau, J i need you.” you beg as if he would ever tell you no.
“of course baby let’s go.” he grants but not before pulling you in for a few more kisses.
The two of you slip away to head back to John B’s place but you stop dead in your tracks when you approach the van.
“What’s wrong?” JJ asks tentatively, afraid that you’ve changed your mind.
“Um, uh- Can i- Can i ride you in the van?” you ask shyly looking up at him through your lashes.
“Ride me in the van?” he smirks “Where’d that idea come from?” he prods genuinely curious.
“Haven’t stopped thinking about it since I had to sit on your lap last time we ran out of room.” you admit looking at the ground.
JJ feels his ego inflate realizing you had been thinking about this for a month now, he remembers that ride too, clear as day. He slips a finger under your chin making you look up at his cocky smirk while he backs you up against the side of the van. “That was a bumpy ride wasn’t it angel” he chuckles seductively as he inches closer to your face “I think it’s safe to say i’d much rather you be naked next time you’re bouncing in my lap.” he admits, squeezing your ass like he’d always wanted to.
“J please. I need you. You can fuck me at home next time but i can’t wait anymore.” you whine.
“Okay baby, just a second.” he concedes knowing if he made you wait you’d definitely have that melt down he was afraid of.
He fishes John B’s keys out of his pocket where Sarah had hid them after her boyfriend’s 4th drink. None of them would ever drive drunk but it’s just a preventative measure and a silent act of love the pouges all take part in whenever someone is drunk and has their car.
“JJ hurryyy” you whine.
“Don’t get bratty on me now baby. I don’t wanna have to fuck that attitude out of you tonight. You’ve been so good.” he says shocking you.
You figured JJ was kinky but something about that sentence made you wanna test his limits, but not for your first time together.
“tomorrow?” you ask quietly making him chuckle.
“if you get all bratty on me again tomorrow i might just have to” he warns with a smirk almost daring you to test your luck but not tonight.
"okay" you whisper timidly not believing your life long crush bad just committed to fucking you two days in a row, but your disbelief didn’t last long as jj yanks the door of the twinkie open and pulls you inside.
He sits in his exact same spot from that day and pulls you onto his lap so you’re sitting side ways, just as you were the day you became obsessed with the idea of riding your best friend.
“Feel familiar sweetheart?” he teases, turning your face to look at his and quite enjoying how flustered you were getting as you nodded in response to his question. But he knew he could do more.
With a smirk on his face he starts bouncing his legs, emmulating the feeling of the bumpy roads that day, drawing a choked gasp and a whimper from your lips. “That’s more like it huh? That’s what got you thinking about my cock angel?” he coos darkly
“uh huh” you breathe out desperately, clinging onto his arm just as you were that day. The feeling of his cock on the back of your thigh and against your clothed heat so close to where you need it to be is bringing back that same fog from that fateful day. The one that had everyone eyeing you cautiously, the daze you wrote off as heat exhaustion that had actually been caused by the man who had then forced you to drink his water because he’d never seen you so out of it.
“Don’t think this wasn’t torture for me too angel” JJ mumbles into the crook of your neck where his lips had made themselves right at home. “Feeling your pretty little ass bounce in my lap,” he groans squeezing one of your cheeks and then slapping it, causing you to gasp and grind yourself backwards chasing his hand, making him chuckle.
“and this pussy,” he groans throwing his head back. “bouncing right on my cock, with those tiny little shorts on” he continues, kissing your neck again, “hearing your breath catch every time you were slammed back into my lap, feeling you clench against me.” he says placing a hand over your clothed core “watching you bite that bottom lip thinking you were doing such. a. good. job. hiding how needy you were.” he chuckles patting your clothed clit between words to tease you.
“J” you moan out, tilting your head back as you open your legs a little more.
“JJ pleaseee” you whine, but he was dead set on finding out how you felt during that ride.
“Please what baby? You’re not getting a thing till you tell me how bad you wanted me that day.” he instructs making you whimper.
“Oh daddy your arms, mmh, feeling your muscles while you held me on your lap could’ve made me cum, i still think about it constantly.” you moan clutching the arm connected to the hand you are now rocking against as he continues to bounce you. “your cock getting hard right where i needed you so bad, your grip on my hips” you gasp remembering how badly you wished there was no clothes between you. “how hard i was trying not to moan imagining your cock actually inside of me,” you whine
“it was so hot” you moan desperately
“i told you i had heat exhaustion but i was just so horny i couldn’t think straight.” you gasp as jj wraps a hand in your hair.
“gonna call me daddy when your bouncing on me this time? silly girl bet all you could think about was going up and down on my cock hmm? up,” he says as he pulls you up slightly by your hair, “and down” he chuckles dropping you back down on his lap.
You can’t even form an answer you just moan.
“gonna fuck you dumb baby. i’ll take care of everything, all you need to think about is daddy’s cock and how bad you need it.”
You gasp, only used to hearing jj talk like this in your dreams. “please J i need you so bad, i can’t wait anymore” you beg looking into his eyes with desperation.
“please who?” he mumbles with a smirk as he stroked your cheek before sliding his hand down to your throat.
“Daddy pleaseee” you whine
“atta girl” he praises in a low voice before pulling you in and kissing you softly.
When you go to deepen it he pulls back chuckling as you chase his lips for more
“straddle me angel, need to feel you against me” he commands, just as needy as you are.
You comply, standing up to reposition before jj pulls you back into his lap.
“sorry baby. i’m impatient.” he says kissing you before pulling back and biting your bottom lip, “i just can’t get enough” he growls
You whimper grinding against him but he grips your hips in such a way that he has complete control over them. He slides you backwards on his lap till you’re core is hovering over the area between his spread legs. He bunches your skirt up around your hips and starts gently tracing his fingers over your clothed core. You gasp at the feeling which catches JJ’s attention.
“so pretty baby” he says gently kissing you “bet my girl is soaked for me huh?” he asks slipping your panties to the side and dropping his jaw in awe of the sight before him.
“damn princess you really are just a pretty little thing for me,” he sighs swiping his thumb through your slit and over your clit “soaked too, wow” he says with a smirk on his face, impressed with himself.
You gasp his name in and jolt forward at the unexpected pleasure. Hands landing on his abs and grasping his shirt for stability, causing butterflies to erupt in jjs stomach.
“Feel nice baby?” he asks circling your clit as his other hand grips your hip, your faces are now so close you can feel his breath on your face as you try to answer but only bucking your hips and whining at him.
“Need words before i give you any more, c’mon be a good girl, answer me.” he reprimands gently but firmly
“feels really nice J” you mumble against his lips “i need more, please” you whimper
“anything for you” he says before giving in and kissing you. JJ feels your fingers trail up and fiddle with his chain as the other grips his shirt even tighter making his cock strain against his boxers and shorts.
He drags his hand from your hip to your entrance, teasing it with two fingers. “you’re dripping for me baby,” JJ groans, plunging his digits inside and capturing your lips once again. You whine into the kiss at the pleasure bucking your hips into his fingers.
“So needy for me baby taking everything i’m giving you huh?” he says feeling his ego swell even larger when he remembers that you, the girl of his dreams is squirming and whining for him.
“mmhm need you daddy” you whimper feeling him work your body like he’d been studying it his whole life “i- J i’m close” you squeal
“cum on my fingers baby girl, i got you angel” he coaxes before deciding to test your praise kink when your whines hit his ears.
“There’s my perfect girl, cumming for me just like i told her to.” he grunts before shoving his tongue in your mouth and working his fingers against your g spot. He moans when your walls flutter against his skin and speeds up the gentle circles he’s rubbing on your clit. JJ’s heart flutters when he feels your nails scratch his abs as you grasp the soft cotton of his t-shirt.
“that’s it baby,” he coos working you through your orgasm as you moan into his mouth “J i- ‘m gonna cum again”
“what a good girl, letting daddy have his way with her. my sweet angel, so wet. you’re so good baby.” JJ praises between kisses.
He wasn’t even sure he was making sense, not that you would’ve noticed in your blissed out state. You start to bounce on his fingers, grabbing one of his forearms and holding on to it as he sends you soaring over the edge. “You cumming baby?” he asks teasingly when you muffle a scream in his neck.
“o-OH JJ DADDY UHHH” you moan as you cum around his fingers again making JJ slow his movements. “did so good for me honey,” he praises allowing you to slump against his chest.
Once he stops circling your clit JJ removes his thumb and licks it before placing a strong loving hand on your back and stroking it while you calm your breathing “you sure you can do one more?” he asks, not wanting to push you too hard
“yeah i’m sure, im totally sure, please” you beg kissing him between words. JJ guides you onto his dick sliding in slowly talking you through the stretch.
“Just like that pretty girl. Let me take over. Don’t worry about a thing, just focus on being a good girl for daddy okay?”
“mmhm” you whine tugging his shirt up
He bottoms out with a groan making you squeal and flutter around him. JJ hastily removes his shirt and makes quick work of yours revealing your bare tits.
“babyyy” he moans realizing he was cuddled up against you with nothing but a thin shirt between him and the most perfect boobs he’d ever seen (partially just because they were yours).
You blush and he grabs your chin and pulls you in to kiss him “my girl” he mumbles against your lips “my sweet, sweet, babygirl” he hums trailing kisses to your neck making you sigh in pleasure, nails grazing the back of his head.
JJ’s arms snake around your waist as he sucks marks onto your neck and begins to thrust his hips against yours, making your back arch.
A high pitched moan surprises both of you and there’s no denying the smirk it put on JJs face. “mm baby, making such pretty noises for me” he praises, causing you to suddenly become bashful.
“J” you whine suddenly embarrassed at how good he’s making you feel.
Not wanting your embarrassment to kill your vibe, JJ stops holding back his moans “what is it baby? ugh feels so good, never wanna stop fucking you honey- OH fuck”
“shit- sweetie you gotta answer me or i’ll stop. you okay?” he asks slowing down his rhythm and cupping your face.
“uh huh! i’m okay promise! just feels so good”you whimper when his tip grazes you just right.
“okay, don’t worry me like that baby. wanna make sure you’re always feeling good” he coos kissing you before ending his statement with his teeth grazing your pulse point. “always wanna hear those sweet noises now that they’re not just in my dreams” JJ flirts in a gravely tone, nipping at your ear causing you to moan and gasp which sounded more like a squeak but you didn’t care anymore as JJ began to thrust up into you at a faster pace.
“oh f-fuck J, you’re so big UHH” you praise, knowing how much he loves to have his ego stroked. “stretching me out so nicee-unhh” you whine leaning down to his ear to whisper “feels even better than when you fuck me in my dreams”
The moan that sentence rips from the back of JJs throat is singlehandedly the most erotic thing you had ever heard. “don’t have to dream anymore baby, now you get the real thing whenever you want.” he growls locking your lips together feverishly.
the both of you moan into the kiss before you pull back, still bouncing on his cock, climbing toward your high, and tell him through gasps “if you think you’re not fucking me every day after this, you’re wrong.”
JJ smiles as you rest your forehead on his “you’re crazy if you think i’d want anything else, my girl is finally mine. i told you, you can have whatever you want whenever you want angel…” he trails off only to continue in a chilling whisper “as long as you’re good for daddy”
He doesn’t miss the way you gasp and flutter around him after those words left his perfect lips. Loving your puddle like state, JJ wants to push you even deeper into it, his large hand comes down on your ass, squeezing it and biting his lip. The way your body reacts to him makes him feel more intoxicated than he already is. “you’ll be good for me, won’t you baby?” he practically coos holding your face in one hand as the other moves to trace circles over your bud.
“mmhm! just wanna be good for you daddy, y-you always treat me so nice n’ make me s-so happyy.” you moan before deciding to ride him up a little “ ‘S why i want you to fuck my brains out all the time” you giggle pressing your tits against his chest so he can feel them bounce as you ride him.
“f-FUCK uh that can be arranged baby, so you better play nice” he warns through gritted teeth, trying to keep some sort of composure.
“A-anything for you daddy” you purr but JJ can hear the whiney tone you tried to cover up with your suductive words. you were close.
“Anything for me? hmm, why don’t you cum for me princess?” JJ asks rhetorically, knowing that he was about to make you cum with his words. “cum undone for me, all over my thick cock, your cunt squeezing itself around me, milking me till i fill that pussy up, making you totally. and completely. mine” JJ commands and like his words were a spell, the end of his sentence triggered the most mind blowing euphoric orgasm you’d ever experienced.
“i-I J FUCK I’M-” you moan frantically as JJ continues to thrust into you and play with your clit.
“You’re cumming?” He interrupts smugly between grunts and moans.
“mhm” you squeak “please J i need it i- i- UGHH you fuck me so good PLEASE FUCK JUST CUM IN ME” the words leave your lips and the apparent desperation in your voice immediately caused JJs eyes to roll back in his head as he bucked his hips and released with a choked moan.
“f-FUCK ANGEL i’m cumming, IM CUMMING” he shouts as he continues to fuck you through your highs
“UNHHH f-fill me up so good daddy, holy fuck” you whine as you feel him spilling against your walls.
You stop bouncing and his thrusts slow as you rest on his chest trying to catch your breath. JJ’s fingers trail up and down your back reveling in the moment he’s been dreaming of for years, though the events leading up were much raunchier than expected he still has the girl of his dreams laying on his chest, wrapped up in his arms, placing sweet kisses in the crook of his neck as her head rests on his shoulder.
JJ kisses your forehead and holds you tighter sighing “i hope you know i dreamed about this too, it’s actually what i imagine to help me fall asleep.”
“shut up you’re so cute.” you giggle nuzzling your face into his neck, still not used to the flattery from your favorite boy, at least in a romantic sense. “that must be why i dream about cuddling you every night, those dreams are my favorite”
“you make me so happy angel, i want you to be my girl. like actually, not just my best friend who i fucked and have had a huge crush on since like second grade. I want to be your boyfriend.” he says firmly (the way he does when he’s trying to protect his feelings)
You sit up and look at him in awe and though the two of you are still drunk you know this is real and you know you’re going to remember it. You can’t even fathom any words to form a sentence so you just grab his face and kiss him. It’s a passionate kiss, one full of emotion and years of repressed feelings finally being set free. You pull away from him and grin with your hands still cupping his jaw, “you’re my boyfriend!!” you say happily
“I am?” JJ smiles in disbelief
“You are! and i’m- woah i’m your girlfriend” realization hit you half way through your sentence, the boy you cared for with your whole heart felt the same. “i’m your girlfriend” you repeat with a tone of adoration and excitement.
“i’m your boyfriend and you’re my girlfriend.” he says experiencing the same euphoria as you. The realization that he no longer has to hide his feelings, or pretend he isn’t jealous when guys flirt with you, or stop himself from holding your hand or kissing you has him over the moon.
“i think i should clean my girlfriend up and then bring her home to snuggle, how does that sound?” JJ asks resting his forehead on yours.
“your girlfriend thinks her boyfriend is really hot and that sounds perfect.” you giggle pecking his lips.
He cleans you up with the baby wipes sarah put in john b’s glove compartment and peppers kisses all over as he re-dresses the both of you. “ready to go sunshine?” he whispers, grabbing your hand. You nod and follow him out of the van, waiting for him to lock the door before the two of you stumble back to the chateau where he lends you a t-shirt and a pair of boxers to sleep in because he figures your wet panties can’t be very comfortable. He changes into a fresh pair of boxers before getting into bed and pulling you on top of him.
JJ lays on his back with his arm around you running his fingers up and down your spine with his hand under your shirt as you lay on your stomach with a leg tossed over his waist, an arm resting on his chest, and your head laying on his shoulder. A soft goodnight kiss is shared before the utter peace of falling asleep together and the buzz of the air conditioner lulled you both to sleep for the night.
3 loud bangs on the bedroom door awoke JJ with a start “GET UP MAN KIE BROUGHT BREAKFAST COME EAT BEFORE ITS GONE” John B yells “OH AND CALL Y/N AND TELL HER TO COME TOO NOBODY’S SEEN HER SINCE LAST NIGHT.” he shouts as he walks away.
JJ smiles as you lay still curled up against him, sleeping like a rock despite the ruckus John B made. He begins to stroke your back like he was doing last night before you fell asleep, instead of waking you up you only snuggle into him more. He decides kisses and the morning voice are the way to go, truly waking up and choosing violence.
A kiss is placed on your forehead before JJs deep gravely morning voice hits your ears “g’morning beautiful” he says before trailing his hand down to your ass. However in your sleepy state you think it’s just a wet dream “mornin’ daddy” you whimper before grinding your hips down against your boyfriends hard muscles. “jesus baby you just can’t get enough can ya?” he asks kissing below your ear “kie brought breakfast we gotta go eat honey” he mumbles not a very sexy thing to say you think which makes you realize you’re not dreaming.
Your eyes flutter open immediately meeting his icy blue ones. His watchful gaze makes you suddenly shy as you admit “i thought i was having a wet dream, this feels too good to be true.”
“what does? grinding on my stomach?” he teases
“No. Well yeah that too but i meant waking up in your arms, hearing your sexy morning voice, everything that usually happens in my dreams is real right now.” you explain
JJ blushes and places a kiss on your lips “mmh how about i make you a deal baby, if you go eat your breakfast i’ll eat your pussy after.” he offers nonchalantly.
“deal let’s go.” you giggle kissing him before hopping out of bed and tossing him a pair of basketball shorts and stealing a pair for yourself.
He chuckles at you before kissing you sensually, taking your hand and walking out the door. You follow JJ with a soft smile that becomes a giggle when Pope (who is VISIBLY hung over) asks “girl where the actual fuck have you been?” his eyes dart to your interlocked hands “wait- you- no fucking way- you didn’t disappear YOU WERE FUCKING JJ” he says almost hysterically laughing in shock at the realization. Popes out burst causes all eyes in the room to snap to the fresh couple just in time for you to say “actually it was more JJ fucking me but yeah”
Everyones jaw drops making JJ laugh as you drag him over to the tray of french toast like nothing was even said. “Grab some fruit baby.” JJ grumbles in your ear but everyone hears it, odd looks are exchanged while everyone watches the two of you. “You want eggs J?” you ask causing everyone to quirk a brow, maybe they just misheard him maybe he didn’t call you baby because you always call him J, that’s a pretty friendly nickname.
“Yes please angel.” he says loud and clear with an obvious kiss just below your ear before snatching a raspberry off of your plate despite the perfectly good ones on his.
“steal one more raspberry and i’m breaking up with you” you joke making him chuckle as everyone else gasps.
You turn to face them when you hear kiaras fork full of food clatter against her plate, seeing sarah’s mouth full of bagel hang open in shock while john b and pope are frozen mid bite of french toast with their eyes bugging out of their heads.
“oh yeah by the way he’s my boyfriend, we’re dating.” you giggle
John B chokes before saying “I- wow congratulations you guys this is great, watching the mutual pining was getting annoying.” Pope finishes chewing before adding on “Really happy for you guys, man i mean it only took you, what? 12 years?”
“Oh come on you guys are being mean!!” sarah defends she’s been waiting for this for so long, truly a sucker for a slow burn. “You two are adorable together this is great.”
Kie is the last to speak up and all her hungover brain can think to say is “get her pregnant and i’ll abort you JJ.”
“then i’ll really be daddy” He says winking at you who can’t help but chortle at the bad joke as the rest of your friends gag and groan at the innuendo.
“you’re nasty” kie complains to your boyfriend causing a smirk on to spread on his face as he stars down at you, grabbing your ass and biting back with a snarky little “yeah and she loves it.”
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lou-struck · 2 years
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Dear Santa,
Atsumu Miya x reader
Day 4: Dear Santa
25 Days of Ficmas Masterlist
WC:1,000+
- It’s just too fun to mess with Atsumu when he thinks he’s getting away with something.
Atsumu Miya has never been good at hiding things, he wears his heart on his sleeve and has a terrible poker face. It is one of the many things you love about him. You end up finding more things to love every day. Right now you love how terribly off-key he is belting Christmas songs on your car ride home from his last game.
Near the end of the song, it's like something clicks in his brain and he goes uncharacteristically quiet as he stares ahead lost in thought.
“Sumu, what’s the matter you love this song you ask turning the music down slightly. He looks at you and immediately sends you a grin.
“Nothin Angel, just thinkin about what we should do when we get home.” He says playfully giving your thigh a squeeze.
You know he’d tell you in a bit anyways so you leave it as he once again starts singing along to the radio trying to act as inconspicuous as possible.
Pulling into the driveway he gets up to go around and open your door like a gentleman. He pulls you to his side as you walk through the door.
“Angel, have you written a letter to Santa yet?” he asks innocently as he rubs for shoulders.
You realize that this is his cute little way of trying to sneakily find out what you want for Christmas. "What about your letter Sumu?” You ask coyly looking up at him.
“W-well.” he stutters quickly before composing himself. “I already wrote my letter Angel, yer the one slackin off. In his head you know he is patting himself on the back for that cover up.
“Slacking off? Sumu I don't wanna fall behind now.” you say laughing knowing full well you are about to mess with this man as you walk over to the kitchen table, grabbing a pen and paper on the way. As you settle in you take note of how your boyfriend is trying to peek over your shoulder .
“Sumu, this is a personal letter between me and Santa. Could I have some privacy?” you ask him as he goes over to pout on the couch as you start to write.
“Dear Santa,
I have been very good this year. All I want for Christmas is the chance to go on a date with the man of my dreams Osamu Miya, he is the most handsome man in the world is great at everything...
Just kidding Sumu, If you really want to know what to get me for Christmas, ask me yourself, you dork.
- With Love Y/N "
As soon as you set your pen down, Atsumu springs up from the couch as goes for your letter.
“I’ll send that for you,” he says way too excitedly as he takes your envelope to find a stamp read it in another room. Feeling impatient, you sit down to watch a Christmas movie hoping that Atsumu will read it quickly.
About twenty minutes later, Atsumu pads in looking absolutely crushed. You sit up suddenly. “Sumu? what's wrong,” you ask as he looks to the floor.
““Nothin…” he answers sullenly refusing to look at you.
“Did you read my letter?”
“Yea, I read yer letter…” he says his voice cracking at the confession.
“Sumu, did you read the whole letter?” you question thinking that the poor thing stopped reading after the first couple of lines.
“No, why should I?” he asks finally looking at you with watery eyes.
“I think you should read the whole thing,” you say as he silently walks back to the other room. A minute later he comes back out holding the letter crumpling it into a ball and chucking it at the back of your head. The sudden pang causes you to turn around.
“You were just messin with me weren't ya angel?’ he says laughing as he goes to lay down on top of you. His weight causes you to wheeze out unattractively as he laughs, the motion causing his strong chest to shake on top of you.
“Sumu, you're crushing me,” you squeal as he lays kiss after kiss on whatever part of you he can get his lips on before looking up at you. His messy blonde hair falling into his eyes as he puffs it away.
“Get used to it angel, I’m here to stay,” he says as he readjusts so that the two of you are more comfortable. He feels like a weighted blanket lulling you further into the cushions as you choose another movie to watch.
“What are we watchin? He asks turning his head to face the screen.
“Polar Express” you hum setting down the remote to tuck your arms underneath your blanket of a boyfriend.
“Angel, when we are done will you please tell me what you want for Christmas?” he asks hopefully
“I’ll tell you right now if you’d like. Baby,” you say into his shoulder as he nods excitedly. “I want nothing, I already have what I want.”
“What is it?” he asks unsure of whether or not you are messing with him again.
“You of course you dork,” you say smiling as you try and wiggle out your arms to hug him tightly.
He is uncharacteristically silent as he holds you with teary eyes. “Ya know, I’m way better at cuddling than Samu Angel,” he murmurs into your ear.
“ I believe you,” you say. Awkwardly craning your neck to try and plant a kiss on his lips only for him to move just out of reach. “Why won’t you let me kiss you?” you pout as you puff your bottom lip out.
“Nah, I'm way cuter than him Angel, If yeh want that kiss yer gonna have to earn it.” He looks down at you haughtily as you give him your best puppy face.a mock your voice “Osamu Miya is the most handsome man in the world.”
“You have the same face Sumu…” you say jokingly hoping to shock him enough for you to land a kiss on him again.
“Nah, I'm way cuter than him Angel, If yeh want that kiss yer gonna have to earn it.” He looks down at you haughtily as you give him your best puppy face.
“Nah now I’m messin with ya.” He says bringing his face close to yours so you can finally get all the kisses you want.
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rudystopit · 3 years
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Daydreamer
[Denki x f!reader]
summary: you've been friends with Denki since your first year at UA. one morning he makes a joke and it haunts your dreams. you slowly develop a crush and the daydreaming begins.
all characters are aged up!!
warnings: nsfw, oral, light quirk play, overstimulation, and praise kink.
wc: 3.2k
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You tossed and turned. Blankets thrown on the floor and pillow scattered around your bed. Every time you closed your eyes, that stupid scene played in your head. This morning you were hanging out by the third year bakugou’s desk with kiri and denki.
You joked that Denki couldn’t get any girl. Then the guys made bets. You can tell he was getting pissed. then he turned to you and grabbed your hand. He pulled you close and whispered something along the lines of “if you wanna know how I’m in bed, just come by tonight,” you instantly became flustered and walked away from the boys.
You sat in your seat and tried to think about something other than Denki. You could hear Denki and while Sero asked what he said. Bakugou told them to shut up and leave him alone.
Now its night and you can’t stop thinking about this stupid joke. It was totally a joke… right? You flipped over and faced the wall. You huffed and searched for your phone. 11:09. you scrolled through instagram for a little bit trying to thinking about something else. You saw cute dogs and other little animals. You watched the craft videos. You laughed at some memes and sent a few to your friends. Then you saw a stuffed Pikachu. You groaned and turned off your phone.
“Screw you Kaminari,” you whispered, staring at your ceiling. “I can’t even enjoy mindlessly scrolling through my phone without thinking about your dumb face,” you mumbled.
You stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours before your eyes slowly drifted to sleep.
You felt warm hands travel up your sides. Soft lips pressed even softer kisses into your shoulders. You smile and lean back against the person’s chest. his hands snake up to your stomach and he snuggles his face into your back. Your hands intertwine with his. You feel his head move away from your back. He shifts and plants a kiss on your cheek. His blonde hair tickling you face as he leans down. He whispers into your ear, “I love you,”
You snap up. Face beat red. the sun is rising. There’s no way you just dreamed about Denki. Nope nope nope. It didn’t happen. You swing your body off the bed and headed to go take a shower.
Nothing like a freezing cold shower and barely enough sleep to put you in a good mood. you dry your hair as much as possible with the towel. You flop yourself onto the bed and pick up your phone. Just your friends answering your late night messages and group chats saying good morning.
You open your Spotify and press the 2000s throwbacks. You toss your phone onto the bed as it tries to load the song on UA’s janky wifi. You start getting dressed for the day. Then it plays… Electric Feels by MGMT.
“Oh Fuck No!” You yell, running to your phone to change the song. “Not right now,” you slam your thumb on the screen to the next song. You sigh and go back to getting dressed.
after your very fun morning, you were dreading homeroom. You walk in and instantly head your seat avoiding the boys. You hear them laughing and yelling at each other. Uraka leans over her desk to talk to you.
“Hey y/n are you ok? I saw you weren’t hanging out with Bakugou and the others,” she sweetly asked you.
“I didn’t sleep much and those idiots will give me a headache,” you replied looking to the front of the class. Your eyes skim over the class. Yuga, Mashirao and Mezo were all sitting at their desks while kiri, denki, sero, and mina all crowd around bakugou’s desk who looks irritated.
They’re all laughing and you can’t help but to stare. You smile yourself. Denki looked so adorable laughing. He always had a goofy personality and it was easy to be yourself around him.
You catch yourself staring at him and mentally smacked yourself. “No y/n, he’s annoying and dumb,” you mentally scream at yourself. Then Aizawa walks in.
Class went by incredibly slow and you catch yourself drifting off. One time you zoned completely out… staring at him…
You walk to the lunch room with Mina and Tsuyu. They talked about whatever the hell Aizawa taught and making plans for the weekend.
“Hey, how come you didn’t sit with us this morning?” Mina turned to you snapping you out of the daze you were in. You shrugged and walked to the line. “Well, Denki made this joke I knew you would have loved,” she continued talking. “I wish I remember what it was.”
After getting your food you sat with them. You decided sitting with Mina and the boy so they’d stop asking you what’s wrong. It was getting super irritating. You sat in the middle waiting for the boys to get here. Mina chatting on about this cute outfit she saw last weekend and that you should go back with her to get it.
The boys came in a loud cluster and shoveled into the seats. You got used around a bit and when it settled, you were across from Kiri, who smiled and waved. He was next to Bakugou and on the other side was Sero. That means you stuck between Mina and… Denki…. You quietly ate your food and smiling when you needed too.
Suddenly you felt a hand travel up your leg and rest itself on the middle of your tight. You face goes instantly red and you push it off, only for it to return. You stomp on his foot. He yelps and everyone looks at him.
“Ouch y/n,” he whined, “what is your problem? Are you pissed at me?” He looked like  he was about to cry.
you push away from the table and leave. Not wanting to deal with the shitty mood of no sleep because you are developing a massive crush on a literal idiot.
You keep walking till you’re outside and you sit down. You feel like crying. You see Aizawa walking by. You run up to him and tell him your not feeling well and you’re going back to your dorm.
The walk back was peaceful and quiet. The dorms were silent and calming. Once you made contact with your pillow, you were out.
You feel your face pressed against someones chest. You pull away but two arms keep you close. You feel him kiss the top of your head. Your legs are tangled with his and he whispers how much he loves you. you move your arms to wrap around his neck and lean your head up. You look into his golden eyes. He gives you a goofy smile and kisses you.
You pull him closer and close your eyes. One of his hands slides up your shirt and rubs your lower back. You pull way from the kiss, foreheads pressed together, you whisper, “I love you Denki,” he smiles
A loud slam wakes you up. You see Mina standing there. “Hey are you ok?” She asks pulling her shoes off.
“Yeah, I didn’t get much sleep last night and im not in the mood to deal with the boys,” you move your feet so she can sit with you.
“Y/n, are you running a fever?” She asked putting her hand on your forehead. “You’re all red.”
“N-no, I’m fine,” you laugh it off and push her hand away. “I’m sorry about lunch. I hope Denki isn’t mad at me,” you sigh.
“He’s not. He wanted to come with me but I told him that he’d probably make it worse somehow,” she laughed. “Well, I’ll let cha get some more sleep. See ya later, y/n,” she waves and leaves.
You flop back down. you stare back at the ceiling. You pick up your phone and saw there was a few messages from Denki, Mina and Kiri. You tap on Denki’s notifications.
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You roll your eyes and toss your phone away. “Complete opposite Denki,” you whispered. you closed your eyes and tried to go back to that dream. You wanted to be with him. You needed his warmth. You needed his dorky smile. You needed him.
You tired to go back to sleep for what felt like hours, till you gave up and picked up your phone. 11:30.
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You make your way down to the third floor. You stood outside his door for a few minutes trying to collect your thoughts. You take a deep breath and knock. The door instantly flies open.
“Y/n are you ok?” He starts, “what’s wrong? Did I do something?” His voice is full of worry while you just stare at him. You slowly start walking in while he backs up still asking if you’re ok.
You had enough of the questions and you grabbed the collar of his shirt. He looked shocked. You look into his golden eyes. Suddenly, you body went into autopilot and you smashed your lips into his. he backs away in shock, but you still held onto him. It took him a few seconds to realize what’s happening, but once his thoughts cleared up, he kissed you back.
His hands found their way to your hips as he pulls you closer. Your grip on his shirt loosens and you fingers snake themselves into his blonde hair. His hands slide up your shirt. His cold hands make you hiss into the kiss. He smiles and pulls the shirt over your head. You had those two seconds to breath because after the shirt as off he back on your lips. His tongues grazing over your lips. You smiled but kept your lips closed. He backs you up against the door. He lifts his knee in between your leg. his tight makes contact with your clothed clit and the sensation makes you mewl slightly, which made Denki seize the opportunity and slipped his tongue into your mouth. He wasted no time exploring your mouth and his hands wasted no time exploring your boobs.
one hand slips under your bra. He massages your soft flesh. his index and thumb twist around your nipple and you feel a light zap. your eyes fly open and you pull back. Denki looks back at you with the widest grin. you shake your head. this is the man you fell for.
you placed you hand on his chest and pushed him off of you. he gives you a stunned look then quickly notices your moving to the bed. you flash him a quick smile and turn to his messed up bed.
his large hands grab your hips and he pulls them to him. his breath lingers on the back of your neck. he plants a chaste kiss on the pit of your neck as you pry his hands off your hips. you sit on the end of his bed.
his hand lifts your chin up to look at him. your hands move to the waistband of his shorts. you try to pull them down without breaking eye contact. you sink to the floor with his shorts and are met with a semi hard dick in the face.
you kiss his tip as his fingers lace themselves into your hair. you move to the base of his cock and you lick a long line along the underside of his dick. you hear him suck on his teeth.
“come on, babe,” he whines, tugging your hair slightly. you look up innocently as you bring his tip into your month. by the look Denki’s face was making, you can tell he was ready to bust just by that simple contact.
you swirl your tongue around his swollen tip. you make sure to give it a few little sucks to really get him going. the saltiness of his ore cum and the thought of reality of the situation makes your core tighten. you can feel your already wet.
“y/n, more,” Denki whines, after ‘waiting too long’ for you to add more into your mouth.
you sink your head slowly down his shaft. he takes a sharp deep breath and he grips your hair just a little tighter. you moan at the hair pulling which causes Denki to let out his own moan. sweet jesus it sounded like angels.
you wanted to hear more of his angelic moans so you start to bob your head more while humming. he lets out more moans and his fingers loosen on your hair.
“fuck, that feels good,” he moans, pushing you head back to looking at him. the slight of you on your knees with his dick thrusting in and out of your mouth sends a hue of red to his face. he quickly looks away and let’s you continue.
you knew he was getting close, so position yourself till his dick his hitting the back of your throat. you focus on your breathing throw your nose while he starts taking control. his hand is now on the back of your head. he tilts it up to get a better look at you and so his dick can get further down your throat.
his trusts become more frequent and quicker. his face twists in pleasure as his hot cum goes down your throat. he sloppily thrusts a few more times and pulls out. he grabs your chin. his thumb forces its way in and he opens it.
“good girl,” he says in a low voice. he leans down and kisses your forehead. “now get on the bed. it’s my turn to make you feel good,” with that you get up and sit on the edge of the bed.
he sinks in between your legs. this large hands grip your thighs and slowly moves them apart. he plants soft pecks on your inner thighs as he travels to your dripping heat. his warm breath hit your core and sent shivers down your back. his tongue drags itself through your folds. he gives your clit a few flicks and enjoys the sounds coming from your throat. your hands make they way to his soft hair.
he continues to suck on your clit while one of his hands slide from your thigh. he slips two into his mouth and pulls them out with a pop. then those two fingers into you. you take a sharp breath and your fingers tangle into his blond hair. his fingers thrusted in and out.
“denki~” you moan out. his fingers curl to hit that sweet spot. you arc your back into his fingers. he moves his lips away from your clit and gives your thigh a love bite. you thug his hair. he smiles against your thigh.
his lips moved back to your clit. his tongue swirls around your sensitive nub. he grazes his teeth across your nub. his fingers began quicken pace and soon you felt the knot in your stomach form.
he curled his fingers again, feeling the sponginess of your sweet spot. he rubs his two fingertips against it. his mouth removed itself from your abused clit and positioned itself at your entrance. he continued thrusting until the knot snapped and you arched your back. he removed his fingers and his mouth had taken the place. he lapped up your juices and listened to your sweet moans.
you came down from your high and released denki’s hair. he looked at you and smiled. he stood up and planted a kiss your forehead.
“gimme a sec” and with that he ran to the bathroom. you stayed laying on the bed. you tried to collect your thoughts. you were currently laying on your friend’s bed after he just ate you out. you blush madly and cover your face when denki reappeared into the room.
“what’s wrong y/n?” he rushed over to you. he pulled your faces away from your face. you were widely smiling and your face was as red as a tomato.
“i’m just happy,” you whispered, kissing his cheek.
“ok good,” he gets up and opens a condom. he slips it on and moves in between your legs.
he grabs your legs and moves them to around his hips. he drags his tip across your sensitive pussy. then he positions his tip at your entrance. he looks up to you for an ok.
“denki please i need you,” with that he pushes his way in. you inhaled sharply, surprised at the size. tears pricked your eyes. you knew he was relatively large but it feels different when it’s in you. you let out a moan when he bottoms out.
he leans down and peppers your neck with kisses. he cups your boobs as he waits for you to adjust to his size. after a few seconds of him kisses you, you roll your hips to see if you were ready. he feels you move and groans into your eyes, which makes you bite you lip.
you roll your hips a few more times before denki takes control. he slowly pulls out then slams back in. you scream in pleasure as he ruts back into you. he does this a few more times before falling into a pace. his hands grip your upper thighs as he thrusts in and out. you have your fists gripping on to the pillow as you let out beautiful moans of pleasure.
your moans fuel him to go harder and rougher. soon the room was filled with your moans, skin hitting skin and light pants from denki.
“shit y/n, you feel so good,” he groans pounding a little harder than normal. “you’re so good to me,” he whispers, watching his dick go in and out of you. “i love those little noises you make and those cute faces you make” he smiles looking at your face twisted in pleasure.
you feel his pace quicken and he biting down on his lip. he’s about to cum. one of his hands releases your thigh and moves to you clit. he rubbed at the same pace as his hips. soon the knot in your stomach reappeared.
“cum on his dick for me, y/n,” he moans about to come undone. his words fueled the fire and you felt the knot slowly coming loose. he quickened his pace even more and rutting even harder into you.
the knot comes undone and you moan out his name. he feels you cum and you pussy trying to milk him. he cums with a loud grunt and rides out his and your high.
his trusts slow down and he pulls out. he leans down and kisses you. he pushes a piece of hair behind your ear. “you did so good,” he said and rushed off to the bathroom.
you roll over to find your phone but found denki’s instead. he had three notifications.
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you giggle and toss his phone to the side as denki comes back. he lays next to you. you lay your arm and head on his chest while you leg is crossed over his body. he kisses your head.
“i was gonna tell you sooner, but i thought you hated me,” he says.
“i dont,” you answer kissing his chest.
“good,” he smiles.
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More Than A Friend
Summary: A weekend trip with Carol leads you to realize you might like her a little more than you'd thought.
Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader
Warnings: language
Word Count: 6,194
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You crept into the bar. It was a rowdy place, even this early in the evening. Your eyes scanned the crowd, taking in all the different people that were scattered throughout the room. The football game was playing on the TV, but unfortunately, it wasn't really your sport. Finally, your eyes landed on a blonde sitting at the bar. You moved toward her, a smirk on your face. You didn't even bother to slide into the seat next to her.
Your hand touched her hip and your lips were right next to her ear when you spoke. "What's a beautiful thing like you doing all alone here?"
She startled a little, whipping to face you. When she saw you, though, she smacked you away, an unamused expression taking over the surprised look she'd had a minute ago. You slid onto the stool next to her, eyes watching as the bartender held up a single finger to indicate he'd be over to you in a moment. You only nodded in acknowledgment before turning back to the girl beside you, the smirk still on your lips.
"You're an idiot, you know that?" She rolled her eyes.
"Come off it, Care-bear, you love me."
"Christ, I hate when you call me that."
"I apologize, oh Captain, my captain."
The bartender arrived and prevented her from retaliating. You didn't even bother looking back at her as you ordered your drink of choice, glancing up at the football game that you didn't care about in order to not look at Carol. She finally snorted and bumped her shoulder against yours. It made you look back at her, unable to keep a smile from forming on your face when she gave you a hearty wink. She laughed.
"How was work?"
You shrugged. "People are idiots."
When you were sixteen, you'd worked a retail job where you'd learned just how stupid people really were. You'd learned that fully-grown adults had nothing better in their lives to do than yell at teenaged, minimum wage workers during their spare time for nothing more than a minor inconvenience. When you'd become an Avenger, you thought that would stop. You were incorrect. You might not have been a teenaged retail worker anymore, but people found a reason to lose their temper anyway- even right after you'd saved their life.
"That good, huh?" She chuckled.
"Are people nicer on other planets, Care-bear? Take me with you?"
"They're not, no," Carol huffed, sipping from her glass. "And the drinks don't taste as good."
You wondered what she was drinking that she seemed to be enjoying so much. It was colourful, and had, at this point, piqued your interest. You reached out and snatched from where it sat in front of her on the bar. You sniffed it first. It was something fruity, that was all you could figure. Finally, you dared raise the glass to your lips. The second the liquid touched your tongue you felt like you might overdose on sugar and sweetness.
"Oh, my God, Carol!" You exclaimed, setting the drink back down on the bar top and sliding it to her. "What the hell is that?"
"She got it extra sweet," the bartender said as he walked by. "Your friend's got a sugar addiction."
It didn't seem to bother her at all. While you felt you could puke from the sugar content alone, she was sipping it happily. You rolled your eyes at her, reaching for your own drink, much preferring the taste of it. Carol turned to you suddenly, the straw still between her lips. You watched as she lowered it back down, using the same straw to stir the drink around, the ice clinking off the side of the glass as she did. She sipped it again.
"What's our weekend plans, then?" Carol asked finally.
"Who says I have plans with you?"
"Oh, please. You practically begged me to come stay on Earth for a weekend."
"I did absolutely no such thing."
You absolutely did do that. Carol was away from Earth more often than not and you missed her. It wasn't like it was a crime to. So, you'd phoned her up and asked her over and over to come spend just one weekend on Earth with you. She'd finally agreed on the eighth ask, and now here you sat; on the right of the girl you'd missed so dearly, teasing her relentlessly about whatever that abomination was swirling around in her glass.
"We're taking my new car on a little road trip," you finally gave, sipping your drink. "Music, fast-food, and deep talks on the interstate."
"Snacks?"
"Snacks too," you promised with a chuckle. "And we can get a nice motel room or pitch a tent at night. Whichever you please."
You had to laugh at the smile that had crept over her face. The way she giggled in excitement, you had to wonder if it'd just been too long since her last day off or if the alcohol had gotten to her already. She waved the bartender lever as she finished hers. He placed a new one in front of her, and she thanked him quickly, bringing it close and immediately bringing the straw between her lips. You wondered whether the sugar or alcohol content would hospitalize her quicker.
"So, when do we leave?" She chirped.
"In the morning. Don't drink too much. You'll get hungover and I want to actually have fun."
She stuck her tongue out at you. You rolled your eyes in response, finishing your own drink and then declining another. You didn't want to be hungover when you were the one driving the two of you around. The bartender brought you a pop instead. You sipped on it, watching a bar-goer stumbled over with a drunk grin on his face and tapped Carol on the shoulder. He said something you didn't quite hear, but you saw Carol nod. He took her hands and dragged her onto the dance floor. You brought her drink toward you.
Carol was a flirt. She always had been. She was a flirt with you, your teammates, and strangers. She was also gay. This dance with this guy didn't mean much to her. You weren't sure if it even meant much to him. You couldn't be sure that he'd even remember this dance. He was absolutely wasted, and it wasn't even midnight. Regardless, he seemed to be enjoying it. His eyes travelled up and down Carol's body and you squeezed the glass in your hand a little tighter. You were protective of her, despite knowing she could absolutely hold her own.
When the song finished, she winked at him, retreating back to your spot at the bar. She finished up her drink and then insisted the two of you head back to your place and that you were right: she didn't want to be nursing a hangover while you were supposed to be having a good time. You paid the bartender and then linked your arm with hers, leading her out the door and onto the streets. She glanced up at the tall buildings around her. A smile had formed on her face.
"You don't appreciate how beautiful this place is."
You glanced up at the glowing buildings that towered above you and marvelled, for a moment, at the soft light that radiated off them. Your gaze was tugged downward, though, at a rustling noise. You were snapped back into the reality of your city as you watched a rat scurry along the curb of the sidewalk in the direction opposite you. You chuckled at that, motioning to it as you looked up to catch Carol's bright gaze.
"Surely some of those planets are far more beautiful than this."
She shrugged. "Some, maybe. Some are worse. Some are kind of alike to this. This has always been my favourite, though."
You might have understood that if Carol had taken the time to visit the actual beautiful parts of the Earth. But she was always in the city. She'd never gone to stare in amazement at a waterfall or glance at towering mountains. She had never seen the true beauties of this Earth, and you promised in that moment to change that fact. If she thought New York City was beautiful, she would be blown off her feet by the things you showed her.
"One day, Carol, I'll show you the actual beautiful things on this Earth."
"You're pretty beautiful yourself."
You smacked her. That was her flirty side coming out once again. It didn't mean anything. It never had. So, you wondered what that strange flutter in your chest was when she said the words. You ignored it, passing it off as a longing for a meaningful relationship. You hadn't had one of those in a while now. You probably just wanted someone to say those words to you and mean it. You made a mental note to sign up for an online dating site after the weekend had passed. It was too hard to meet people in your line of work without them.
"Yeah, I know," was all you gave in response.
When you glanced over at her, she had a grin on her face.
It wasn't long until you'd reached your apartment building. You smiled at the front desk as you entered the lobby and immediately made for the elevator. You pressed the button to the seventh floor and waited patiently for the doors. You knew Carol was suppressing a squeal of glee when they arrived. She usually just flew everywhere. Using simple inventions like this one had always gotten her more excited than the average person. To anyone else, an elevator was just a boring elevator.
"Can I do it?" She asked as you pulled out your key.
Carol really was just like a child, in a sense. Everything was so advanced out in space that these were the things she enjoyed doing. You pointed out the bronze key and watched her run ahead. She practically skipped the distance to your apartment door. She pushed the key into the lock and turned it, glancing back at you and smiling widely when the door pushed open. You smiled affectionately as you took the key back from her.
She may not have visited Earth overly often, but every time she did, she visited your apartment. Resultantly, she knew her way around. She knew, as well, that you didn't mind in the slightest if she made herself at home. She slid her shoes off and jumped onto the couch, pulling the blanket down over top of her and snuggling into it. You actually took a photo of the sight before you moved into the room behind her, lifting her legs, sitting on the couch, and then dropping them back over your lap.
"Can we watch a movie?" Carol asked, pleading gaze turning to you.
You showed her the remote you'd been reaching for. "Already on it, Captain Danvers."
"I take it back," she giggled, tossing her head back so that it hit the armrest. "That's worse. You can call me-"
"Aw, my Care-Bear!" You laughed, shifting your position so you could throw your arms around her shoulders.
Carol grunted at the impact against her torso. Once you settled, though, she breathed a little easier. You were both squished against one side of the couch, now, but the closeness was nothing new to you. You still had the remote in hand, and aimed it at the TV, managing to get it to Netflix. You flicked on a random horror movie, setting the remote back down on the coffee table in front of you. You nestled back into the cushions.
It had always amused you how jumpy Carol got when she watched horror movies. She was a literal superhero that fought literal aliens all the night and day and yet a ghost jumping out of a darkened corridor had her cringing away from the TV screen and pulling the blanket further up her body as if in an attempt to protect her. She would always adamantly deny it if you ever brought it up later. You would never show her the picture you had of her, fuzzy blue blanket pulled all the way up to her nose, eyes wide, as she watched The Conjuring. She would delete it off your phone as you slept.
Today, though, her nerves seemed to be calmed somewhat by the cup of tea she had clasped between her hands. She looked entirely content, sitting cross-legged on the couch with that same fuzzy blanket draped over her lap and a grey, ceramic mug warming her palms. The alcohol had clearly gotten to her a little, you realized, as you watched her eyelids droop every once in a while. The corner of your mouth tilted upward ever so slightly. She was wide awake a moment later.
It was a sudden jump scare. Even being half asleep, Carol was still paying attention. So, when the TV boomed and there was a flash and a scream, she jumped. The tea that she'd been holding in her lap sloshed over the edges, a large amount of liquid soaking into the couch cushions. You were out of your seat in an instant, reaching for the remote to pause. Carol was apologizing profusely, jumping to her feet and following you to the kitchen.
"It's okay, Carol. It's fine," you chuckled, wetting a dish towel and grabbing some paper towels. "Hey, it's fine. Really. Chill out."
Carol seemed hesitant to do that. When you lightheartedly flicked the wet towel at her, though, she finally smiled taking the paper towel out of your hand and heading back to the living room, pressing the paper towel into the couch and absorbing as much of the liquid as she could. When she'd finished, you used the wet rag to clean the beverage out. As you tossed the paper towel away and threw the dishrag into the kitchen sink, you stood back and took a look at the large wet spot on the couch.
"Guess we're moving to my room, then. Let's go, Care-Bear."
Carol nodded. She trod behind you into the bedroom, where you flopped onto the bed. She was lagging behind and you waved her onward to hurry her up. She finally jumped onto the bed and sat next to you, sliding her legs underneath the covers. You turned on the small TV in your room and resumed the movie you'd been watching. In the soft comfort of the bed, though, it seemed the tug for sleep was greater. Carol's eyes finally fluttered shut and she lay down against the pillows. You chuckled, turning off the movie.
You, unlike your friend, hadn't fallen asleep involuntary. You were able to head to the bathroom and brush your teeth before yawning tiredly and deciding to join. You padded back into the room, climbed under the covers, shut off the lights, and lay your head onto your own pillow. You smiled once at Carol's sleeping figure before you shut your eyes, letting sleep take you.
*
As hard as you tried to convince her, you weren't able to get Carol to stick her head back inside the sunroof. You weren't sure how to breeze was so exhilarating to her. The superhuman could fly faster than your car was going right now. The wind in her hair had to be a familiar feeling at this point. Plus, there were no laws against flying above the interstate to feel the wind in your hair. There were, however, laws about standing with your entire torso stuck out the roof of the car.
You'd given up a while ago. If she fell out, she'd be just fine. If she got you a ticket? Oh, there would be serious hell to pay. She'd agreed to that already. You'd honestly be surprised, though, if she did get ticketed. It'd be quite a sight to see: a measly police officer ticketing the Human-Kree Hybrid superhero. That sight alone might actually be worth the fine you would have to pay. By the time she'd pulled her head back in, though, blonde hair windblown and a smile plastered to her face, you'd yet to see a single cop.
"Have fun?" You asked, doing up the sunroof.
"Absolutely. You should try."
"Do you know how to drive?" You scoffed.
"I can fly a ship."
"Yeah, I'm sure UFO controls are much different than cars so I'm gonna have to politely ask you to stay the hell away from my car."
Carol only stuck her tongue out at you. She still didn't do her seatbelt up yet. She twisted her body so that she could reach into the back seat. You turned back to the road, but when you shot a second glance at her a few seconds later, she was popping open a can of Pringles with a large grin on her face. She bit down onto a chip with a giggle before turning the can to you. You reached into it with one hand and took a small handful of them, setting them down on the centre console for easier access.
"Where are we staying tonight?" Carol asked through a mouthful of chips.
"A campground up in a small town in Ontario," you hummed. "It's still a good few hours away. I'd ask if you wanted to stop for food, but I'd guess you've filled up on snacks."
She dug through her backpack. "Do I need this?"
She held up the passport you'd made her get last time the two of you had headed up to Toronto. Despite the fact that she really wasn't a citizen of the United States... or even of Earth, you'd managed to get S.H.I.E.L.D. to make you an exception for Carol. It was the perks of being an Avenger, and a close friend of Nick Fury, you supposed. To answer her question, you simply nodded your head as you reached for the Gatorade in your cup holder. She stuck the papers back into her bag.
"So, are you seeing anyone?"
The question almost made you spit the red beverage onto the steering wheel. It wasn't that you and Carol had never talked about it. She was one of your closest friends, after all. She was the first one you'd called when you'd realized your feelings for your last girlfriend, and she was the first one you'd called when you'd broken up. Carol wasn't someone you didn't talk about your love life with. It was just that it was completely and entirely out of the blue. It didn't help that the answer was still no, even after the long period of time since she'd last asked it.
You'd tried to assure yourself that you were just busy with work. It wasn't a lie. You'd been busy as hell ever since Loki's sceptre had inexplicably gone missing after the Battle in New York. But it wasn't just that, you knew full well. Something seemed to be wrong with your brain, or maybe your heart. Maybe it was just that your standards were practically in the clouds, but no one seemed attractive to you anymore. Not even the girl Natasha had tried to set you up with (and you were well convinced that Natasha only knew attractive people).
"Not at the moment, no," you finally admitted. "You?"
"On-and-off," she shrugged. "Just a girl from a planet called Xandar."
A pang of jealousy struck your chest. You were carving something- anything. You would've given anything even for something on-and-off just about now. Had it really been that long? You could hardly believe you were jealous of her. It wasn't like you to be jealous of something someone else had. You were supposed to be happy for her, not sulking over your own lack of a love life... or sex life. You forced a smile at her, wishing it could be real.
"Oh, yeah? Tell me about her."
"Not too much to tell," Carol said, biting down on a potato chip. "She's cute, funny, sweet. A little younger than me, but most people are," she chuckled as she glanced over at you. You plastered a phone smile back onto your lips and forced a laugh from your chest. "Her name's Alya."
You almost grumbled, but managed to bite your tongue on time. You resorted to ripping open a packet of gummy bears in order to keep your mouth full and therefore unable to make any snarky comments. Carol didn't seem to notice that, only reaching over and grabbing a green bear out of the bag. Though you might have been a little frustrated, you let her. It wasn't her fault that you were touch-starved and desperate.
"You know, we could spend this trip trying to find you a girlfriend," Carol grinned, tossing a candy into the air and catching it in her mouth.
"No," you denied immediately. You didn't need for her to see how weird your head was being right now. You were certain there was no one she could find that would be able to snap you out of this strange state of no one being attractive to you, yet craving someone. "I'm not looking for a girlfriend in Ontario."
"What's wrong with girls from Ontario?" Carol teased.
She'd been to Ontario once before. She'd pointed out that, though they may have dressed a little different and talked a little different, the girls from Ontario were just as attractive as the girls from New York. You'd had to point out that, at the time, she'd had a girlfriend. With Carol's ogling at girls on Earth, clearly, she and the girlfriend hadn't been working out well. They'd broken up two weeks later, leaving them both a little hurt, but not beyond repair. Even still, they saw each other for lunch or for a drink, but just as friends. It was admirable; the respect they had retained for one another.
"Nothing is wrong with girls from Ontario," you huffed. "I'm just not in the mood. This is supposed to be our weekend."
"What if I want to spend our weekend finding you a girl?"
"I don't. Drop it," you finally snapped.
Immediately guilt rushed to settle in the pit of your stomach. You readjusted your grip on the steering wheel as your gaze refused to leave the road in front of you. You didn't want to glance over at the frown that had surely taken the place of that infectious smile you loved so dearly. You definitely didn't want to look at it knowing that you were the cause of it. Carol was so incredibly joyful all the time and that was one of the things you loved about her. To be the one who had taken that joy from her, even momentarily, broke your heart.
"I'm sorry," you muttered.
She didn't answer that.
You attempted to swallow the lump in your throat as you tried to focus on driving instead of picturing the frown that was probably tugging at each of Carol's features. You wished you could actually physically kick yourself for what you'd done. She didn't deserve you snapping at her like that. She hadn't done anything wrong. You were just being pissy for reasons you weren't sure even you quite understood. You finally turned to her, but she was looking out the window.
"Look, Carol-"
"Hey, don't worry. Sorry I pushed."
You didn't deserve Carol Susan Jane Danvers one single bit. She deserved more than the world and you swore right then you'd work every moment to give that to her. Despite how you'd treated her for reasons she couldn't possibly have understood, when she turned to you, she was still smiling. As always, her smile put a smile on your face too. You turned away from those soft brown eyes to glance back at the road in front of you.
"It's okay. I'm sorry I snapped. I just... it's a long story, Care-Bear."
"We've got a long ride ahead of us," she tried.
"I don't know that I'm feeling like talking about it right this second," you admitted.
She seemed to accept that. You felt her touch your arm with her hand. Warmth seemed to rush from her touch, up your arms, and into your chest. How one person could instill such comfort into you amazed you. She said a few soft words to you that you didn't quite hear, but you felt you might not need to. You knew they were words of comfort. Just that knowledge was enough to put a smile onto your face. Your eyes flickered from her to the road.
"No problem," Carol chimed. Then, without missing a single beat, she changed the subject. "Hey, which bag did you put the Fuzzy Peaches in?"
"The green backpack."
Just like that, it was easy again. Carol didn't let you linger on just how upset you were for more than a second. She practically dived into the back seat for the backpack, reappearing with the orange package in her hand. She plopped back down into her seat, still refused to put her seatbelt on, and ripped the package open. She reached out and turned up the music when one of your favourite songs came on. You wondered if she knew that.
*
"No! That piece goes over here!" You insisted.
Carol frowned and handed you the long pole.
Pitching a tent with an alien who hadn't even known was a tent was, up until five minutes ago, was not easy. She'd practically rolled herself up like a burrito in the rain fly right after nearly putting the stakes directly through the floor to pin the tent down. You'd been guiding her, preventing any damage from coming to it. She was listening intently, making sure she did everything exactly how you said. She stuck the peg through the guy line and looked at you.
"Like that?"
"Yeah. Perfect. I think we're just about done, Care-Bear."
At that, she unzipped the door, diving through it into the empty tent. You reached into the trunk of your car, throwing the many pillows, blankets, and sleeping bags through behind her, not caring much where they landed. When you finally shut the door and ducked into the tent, Carol was beneath the large pile, peering out from where only the top half of her face was visible. You had to chuckle, grabbing one of the blankets and pulling it over her face.
Carol insisted she set up. She had you sit aside by the door, munching happily on a small bowl of popcorn as you watched. She carefully unzipped the sleeping bags and lay them down on the floor, putting the pillows atop them, and then the two comforters stacked on top of each other on top of that. When she finally finished, she gestured proudly to her completed setup. You raised an eyebrow.
"We both sleeping there?"
She nodded. "It's cold."
You had to give her that. You were practically shivering just from waiting for her to finish. The sun had dipped beyond the horizon at this point, the darkness of night did nothing to heat up the air around you. You clambered under the blankets, careful not to drop any of the popcorn you still held. You placed it next to you, letting Carol reach over and grab some as she, too, climbed into the makeshift bed. She popped a piece into her mouth.
"Up to talking about it yet?"
It was a genuine question. Carol wasn't pushy. That was something you could tell by her tone. She had waited patiently and was continuing to wait for you to be ready to talk about what you needed to talk about. She didn't want you bottling it up, but she didn't want to pressure you. She was able to do that. You glanced down at the red blanket that covered your legs, pondering her question for a moment. Then you nodded your head yes.
"I just haven't felt myself recently," you shrugged. "I would like to get out there and find someone, no doubt. Recently, though, it's like my standards are unmeetable. No one seems even remotely appealing to me."
"No one at all?"
"Nat tried to set me up with her Russian model friend," you said, turning to Carol with a grin finally on your lips.
"Nothing?" Carol said, an exaggerated amount of shock on her face. "You must be broken."
You shoved her. She chuckled; the offensive action having done nothing. She was inhumanly strong. If you'd decided to punch her, you likely would've broken your hand against her. She shoved you back, only lightly, so you moved a few inches away from her. She stuck her hand back into the popcorn bowl as you shuffled back into your place beside her. She was chewing thoughtfully, and you didn't dare interrupt her with the very focused expression on her face.
"Do you already like someone? That usually takes away the appeal of anyone else."
You stopped to think about that. You knew that could be the case. In eleventh grade when you'd had a crush on Adelaide Artenbaker, you'd suddenly failed to find anyone else attractive at all. Of course, Adelaide had eventually rejected you on account that she was straight as an arrow. It wasn't malicious. She'd actually given you a kiss on the cheek and assured you that, if she discovered wasn't, she'd let you know. It had made you laugh.
Now, you had to wonder if there was anyone that was making your stomach flip and making you dismiss anyone else. It wasn't the Avengers. You'd been in the changing room with Natasha, the Black fucking Widow, two days ago, and she'd strutted up to you in nothing but her bra and underwear. You hadn't even bat an eyelash as she'd asked you if you wanted to get some Chinese food after the mission (but you had said yes, of course).
"Yeah. Maybe."
Her words had knocked some serious sense into you. You definitely had a crush on someone, and it had definitely been impairing your ability to get out on a date. That someone was around so little, though, that you hadn't realized right away just how you felt for them. Maybe if she visited Earth a little more often, you'd have realized why you blushed so deeply when she'd crawled into bed with you last night or right now.
"Who is it, then?"
Carol had a girlfriend. It may have been on-again-off-again, but she had a girlfriend. You were not now, nor ever, someone who would come between that. You were going to let her be happy with someone who was making her happy and you were going to be happy for her. You plastered a smile onto your face and reached into the bowl of popcorn that sat on your lap, letting the snack cloud the feelings of jealousy that you knew now weren't jealousy of a relationship, but if Carol.
"Nat."
Carol didn't miss a single beat. "Liar."
You glared at her. "The fuck do you mean? Telling me who I do and do not like?"
"I know who has your heart right now. It isn't Nat."
This time when she reached for the popcorn, she leaned over. To support her weight, her hand came to rest on your upper thigh. You had to refrain from reacting. You sucked the inside of your cheek between your teeth, biting hard on it to suppress any sort of reaction that Carol would have noticed. It seemed to have worked. She grabbed a small handful and then backed away, the pressure of her hand disappearing from your limb.
"Yeah? Who is it, then?"
"Someone that likes you back."
"And who says Nat doesn't?"
You might have actually been offended if it weren't Carol you were talking to. You were good enough for Natasha, right? She was practically a goddess in respect to her looks, but you were something, too. Not that you liked Natasha in that way. She was a friend. Carol was the one that you cared about. Something about that sweet smile and that confidence mixed with an innocence she had after being away from Earth for so long warmed your heart every time.
"Fair," Carol admitted. "But you know, you're pretty oblivious. With all the hints I've been dropping, you'd think you'd have realized your feelings are reciprocated."
"What?"
"I like you, dumbass. More than a friend likes a friend."
Your jaw might have dropped. You coughed, choking on the popcorn that you'd been eating as you whirled to face the blonde. She had a twinkle in her eyes, and a giggle escaped her lips when she saw the expression on your face. She tossed a piece of popcorn into the air, catching it in her mouth. She chewed on it as she waited, arms crossed, for you to collect yourself. Finally, after a long drink of water, you calmed.
"Pardon?"
"You're an idiot," she mumbled.
Then she grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you closer. You didn't fail to notice, as your lips moved against hers, that she moved the popcorn bowl so that it wouldn't spill. It seemed completely unimportant, though. You felt everything starting to melt away into Carol Danvers. Her lips were talented and kissing her felt like an intricate sport and suddenly you needed to breathe. When you pushed away, you realized what you'd done wrong.
Her feelings to you didn't matter. She had a girlfriend. Unless that fact changed, she and you didn't get to be more than your friend. You pushed her even further away. You knew she had the ability to, but she didn't resist. You backed off a little further so that your bodies were completely separated. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, but she didn't push. She even waited for you to speak first. Your eyes wouldn't meet hers.
"You have a girlfriend."
"I just said that to make you jealous," she scoffed.
You immediately got defensive. "I was not jealous."
"You were so!"
"Shut up."
She did. You suspected the only reason she had shut up was because she was kissing you again. It didn't matter. You were on cloud nine. You felt right again. You felt more right now than you ever had. Carol was exactly what you had needed for longer than you could figure out right then. She was clouding your thoughts and, honestly, you couldn't have cared less. You didn't want to think about anything besides how good her lips felt on yours right then.
You couldn't even find it in yourself to be mad at her for the little stunt she had pulled. You could only be glad that this so-called girlfriend wasn't actually real, and was just a part of her stupid plan. Without the girlfriend, you were free to kiss her as much as she would let you. Judging by how she was kissing you now, she wasn't going to stop you anytime soon. Her teeth grazed your bottom lip as she pulled away, not moving more than an inch from your lips, though.
The hand that clasped your shirt uncurled. She pressed her hand flat against the centre of your chest, pushing you onto your back. You had to chuckle as her knees pressed into the ground on either side of your waist. She kissed your nose once, scowling at the laughs that were beginning to bubble from your chest. You leaned up and kissed her lips for a brief moment, before using a hand to caress her cheek and tuck her hair behind her ear.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing. You were right," you stated. "I'm kinda glad you were right."
"You're kind of glad? Can you imagine how stupid I'd have looked if I were wrong?" Carol laughed.
"Quite," you agreed with a nod.
You pulled her down next to you, wrapping your arms around her and feeling hers do the same to you. You pressed your forehead against hers, taking the time to admire her smiling face. She giggled a little, pecking your lips quickly. She didn't linger, though, having been preoccupied in reaching over your shoulder into the bowl of popcorn once more. She shoved a few pieces into her mouth and chewed happily.
"Care-Bear, what's more important: me or snacks?"
"You are a snack."
You gaped. "How the hell did you learn that term?"
She shrugged. "I hear things."
You rolled your eyes, pushing her away from you. She let you, reaching for her water bottle to wash down some of the salty flavour that had come off the popcorn. She offered you some water, which you accepted. When you finished and handed the bottle back to her, she pulled you close to her. Your body moved until it was flush against hers. Her torso was so warm you could've fallen asleep right then and there.
"You're more important."
Being more important than snacks, in the opinion of Carol Danvers, was just about the highest compliment you could have received.
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"2. Suddenly pulling them in for a dance." - Ghiralink, perhaps? (Sorry incase that's not really your thing anymore! Feel free to pick another ship <3)
Yeah… yeah, that’s still my thing T-T lol, thanks for the prompt! This one was fun 😊
Post-canon, vague master/sword AU, ghiralink-ish
The spirit maiden danced with a grace befitting her divine origins, little though Ghirahim liked to admit it. Moving so lightly through the lively steps that her feet might have been floating, he could almost believe that she still bore Hylia's feathered wings on her back, tucked somewhere outside of physical sight. Link danced like a log in comparison—though on second appraisal, Ghirahim had to give him more credit than that. The boy wasn't stomping on Zelda’s toes, after all, unlike Fledge dancing nearby with poor Karane. Link's style consisted of accuracy without artistry, though with enough enthusiasm to almost make up for it. How odd that all his light-footedness seemed reserved for the more violent dance of swords, where he moved nimbly enough to keep even Ghirahim on his toes… a nod to his true calling, perhaps?
Privately savoring the notion, Ghirahim lounged against the wall of a newly erected building, only half noticing the wary looks he received as he watched the festivities unfold. These Skyloftians-turned-surface dwellers still feared him, despite the months he had served already as their hero's sword—a primal fear, perhaps, unless that fool Groose had secretly run off at the mouth. Link and Zelda had agreed from the start that certain aspects of Ghirahim’s past were best kept hidden, his previous master and role in Zelda’s disappearance highest among them. He had certainly not done anything overtly threatening to the residents of this tiny, budding village—and yet, they feared him.
The whole situation fell well beneath his notice, though he’d caught Link frowning over it more than once. Link was frowning at him now, Ghirahim realized, directing it over Zelda’s shoulder as they turned in sync, and he met it with a scornful expression of his own. What had Link expected him to do here tonight? Mingle?
The music finally paused as the lively song wound to its end, prompting the dancing couples to bow and switch partners (in Karane’s case with remarkable alacrity). Link leaned in towards Zelda, whispering something in her ear before vanishing into the milling throng, and Ghirahim half raised an eyebrow. Likely he'd just gone for more food, though Link might have finally tired of this tedious celebration. Compared to the more demonic gatherings Ghirahim knew, this less raucous human affair contained a disappointing (if expected) lack of bloodshed—though of course, those had often erupted haphazardly in the throes of battles won. Not like this one, which commemorated nothing more than the laboriously slow growth of food and its eventual harvest.
Another song started up, slower than the last but no less cheerful. Fledge had moved on to his next victim, some girl in a bandana and horrifically flared pants whose name Ghirahim had never bothered to learn. Zelda had produced a harp, wandering to join the musicians with plucked out harmonies that flowed from her fingers with ease, and Link…
Ghirahim frowned when Link’s bobbing green hat still had not emerged among the dancers. The food tables remained conspicuously absent of green, as well. If Link thought he could escape on his own while leaving Ghirahim here waiting—
A hand grabbed his arm, pulling him from his perch by the wall, and if he hadn’t had that hand memorized from the hundreds of times it had gripped his hilt, Ghirahim might have expressed his surprise in regrettably drastic fashion. Instead he let it pull him through the crowd until they reached their apparent destination, and it slid down his arm to grasp his own blackened hand, while another reached up to rest lightly on his shoulder.
Ghirahim blinked. Link smiled blandly up at him.
"Care to dance?" he asked, a bit too late for etiquette's sake considering that the dance had already started. Link's cheeks shone pink from the exertion of tromping around with Zelda, and his messy hair, mercifully absent the hat that always covered it, felt deceitful in how easily it had disguised his presence. Sweat clung to the base of those dark blonde locks—the reason for the hat's removal?
Ghirahim's legs moved automatically through the simple steps as he considered his young master, who made a brave attempt at leading with that unfortunate portion of his usual grace.
"Presumptive of you," he murmured, just loud enough to be heard over the din of laughter and music. "Any particular motive for such impertinence?"
Link had the nerve to look confused.
"You like to dance," he said, as if that was answer enough. Perhaps it was. Link wore his cheerful naiveté like a cloak sometimes, and even Ghirahim couldn't always sort out how much of it was real, and how much artifice. "Someone had to ask you?"
The hint of a question?
A number of potential reactions ran through Ghirahim's mind, considered and discarded in quick succession. He could extract himself easily enough, leaving Link clutching nothing but vanishing diamonds. He could also stand stubbornly still, refuse to dance, and let Link discover just how easily he could drag around a sword that didn't want to move. He could reject Link quietly—dramatically—at knifepoint, even—but…
A quick glance around revealed their audience. Though most had the sense not to stare openly, nearly every couple surrounding them shared the same nervous, almost scandalized smile, as if they feared the consequence of making their amusement too obvious. The spirit maiden in particular watched him closely, keeping a pointed eye on him over her harp though her lips shared the same bland smile as Link.
There would be no consequence, of course—Ghirahim wouldn't risk this precarious arrangement with Link simply to save face in front of some humans—yet neither could he let anyone think him scared off by something as innocuous as an invitation to dance. The steps themselves were straightforward enough, easily gleaned through his brief time spent observing… and as Link had pointed out, he did enjoy it.
His lips curved into a grin.
"I accept your request," Ghirahim said, and the moment Link started to relax, added, "but I will not be led."
Link's eyes barely had the chance to widen before Ghirahim spun him around, reversing the position of their hands.
Backpedaling to match Ghirahim's smooth advance, Link's startled face swiveled between watching Ghirahim and his own two feet in a desperate attempt to avoid being trampled. Lack of practice in this secondary role made him even less sure of his steps than before, though Ghirahim managed to steer them without incident through the greater pattern of dancing couples, humming in amusement as Link fought with surprise against an unexpected dip backwards.
"Come now, Link, have I ever allowed you to wield me with so little poise?" he hissed, the tip of his tongue whipping out mockingly as he raised Link back up. "If you favor only my sword with your attempts at finesse, I will begin to be jealous of myself."
Face red now from more than mere exertion, Link opened his mouth as if to protest—and closed it again, his lips forming a thin line of determination. An abrupt change swept over him, as drastic as if a switch had been pressed, and his stance shifted along with his center of gravity. Back straight with just a hint of fluidity, eyes blazing with the same defiance that had caught Ghirahim’s interest from the very start, Link danced, the superior reflexes he showed in battle at last made manifest.
Ghirahim's own eyes glowed. So Link had finally remembered that he held a sword.
"You've been holding out on me," he whispered, uncertain if Link could hear him or not. Experimentally, he directed Link with a light hint of pressure through a gliding spin, and found him as responsive an opponent as ever. "I should punish you for that."
Except that Link had held out on the spirit maiden first, and only for Ghirahim revealed his true potential. There was a pattern to that, he decided, glancing once more at Zelda and relishing in her look of surprise. Her chosen hero could never have defeated Demise without trying himself again and again on Ghirahim's sword first, and he hoped at times that his necessity haunted her.
The music picked up in pace and volume, the steps coming quick and intense. Link said nothing—he never did in the midst of battle, as silent as stone and just as unyielding—but perspiration broke out in beads along his face, trailing down the edge of his jaw. His hair swept and stuck in strange patterns across his forehead, disheveled but not wholly unappealing. Link might still have lacked a certain flair to his movements, too direct and to the point for Ghirahim's taste… but style could be taught. Idly, Ghirahim considered other dances he might teach this man if he was amenable, of perhaps less wholesome origins—dances whose quick, subtle movements pushed the bounds of even his own abilities, requiring strength in muscles Link likely didn't know existed. What was a dance without challenge, after all… without something a little more physical?
For now they moved through this tamer dance of Hylia's people, both withdrawing and rejoining as the pattern of steps demanded. The outer world fell away as their attention narrowed in on small details—the clash of eyes and brush of skin—blue on black and flushed tan on cool, steely gray—
And the music ended in a moment of silence that rang out unexpectedly. Laughing chatter burst to life, as abrupt as it was unwelcome, and the spell between them broke. Panting, looking slightly dazed, Link gave Ghirahim a bow that he returned with almost his usual smoothness, convincing himself that he had not been nearly so affected.
"Satisfied?" he asked softly, with the hint of a smirk—and was taken aback by the positively sly look Link gave him in response.
“Well…”
Brushing his hands together and placing them on his hips, Link gave a show of looking around meaningfully, and only then did Ghirahim realize how the tenor of the voices surrounding them had changed. Those glances sent his way felt more curious now than wary, and the bubble of instinctive fear surrounding him had all but vanished—his presence made human in their eyes at last by his part in the harvest dance.
"It's a start," Link decided, wiping sweat from his brow and settling his pointed green hat at a jaunty angle on his head. "I’m done dancing for the night, but you keep going if you want. You looked like you were having fun.”
With a wink, he turned to leave, and Ghirahim couldn't help but admire his exit. Link really was as conniving as any demon he’d ever met at times, though to completely different ends.
A nervous cough caught his attention, and he glanced down to see Fledge looking up at him anxiously. From the flurry of motion around them, it was time to switch partners for the next dance.
“U-um,” he managed to squeak out. His face, torn between pale white and deep red, had settled on both in splotches. “Everyone else is, so do you… I mean, are we supposed t-to…?”
Ghirahim snapped, leaving Fledge gaping at vanishing diamonds, and as he left caught the edges of Link's laughter. Conniving indeed, he thought, though at least in that as in so much else they were equally matched.
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February Snippet 1
I made a list of prompts based on what some of you sent me and on romance tropes listed on TV Tropes. Throughout the month of February, I’m going to be rolling on that list and the list of ROs and writing snippets based on what I roll! My original thought was to do one for each day of the month. I don’t know how well I’ll be able to stick to that, but I’m going to try!
My list is currently sitting at about 60. Please feel free to send me more ideas. (SFW only, please.)
For the first snippet, I rolled Ansel. See if you can guess the prompt. :)
Snippet found below!
Ansel Snippet 1
You wake up to find Ansel has left a paper note on the kitchen counter, right next to a morning pastry, stating that he’s out running errands and will be back later. You’re alone, nothing but silence to fill the empty corners of the house. It’s rare that you’re here without him. Rare enough that you find yourself sitting quietly in the living room, drinking your preferred morning drink and munching on the pastry he left for you, for nearly thirty minutes.
It feels like an eternity, and the realization that it’s only been a half-hour makes you flush with embarrassment, even with no one around to witness your foolishness. You have to find something to fill the time until he gets back. You aren’t going to be one of those people who languishes away on a sofa as they wait for their partner to get home.
For lack of any other ideas, you end up cleaning as you blast music through the house. Silence is now overpowered by songs just upbeat enough to make the time pass faster. You sing along, paying no mind to the quality of your voice or lack thereof, and move to the beat of the music in ways so joyous and silly that you’re not even sure you would call it dancing.
You let loose, having the kind of fun that’s only possible when you’re certain no one’s watching. Before long, you’re jumping around more than you’re cleaning, and you’re spinning so much that it makes you dizzy, but you don’t care. It’s fun and free, and you love every second of it.
And then you spot a flash of blond hair in the doorway. You stop in your tracks. Your body halts before your mind does, and you’re left stumbling on your feet a bit as you attempt to face the man leaning against the doorframe in front of you.
Ansel is attempting to hide a smile and doing a terrible job of it, smile lines peeking out from beneath the hand he’s using to cover his mouth. He’s watching you intently, eyes twinkling behind his glasses.
Under his scrutiny, your face grows hot enough that you can feel it on your ears. You do your best to ignore your mortification and smile at him sheepishly, pausing the music from your phone as you do. You simply say, “Hi.”
Ansel removes the hand from his face and draws his lips together in an attempt to tame his smile. “You certainly seemed like you were having fun,” he says.
You clear your throat and look around the room at your lack of progress. “I was cleaning?” you say, not sure why you phrased it as a question.
Ansel laughs, clearly giving up on hiding his amusement. “So I see.”
You laugh in return, your embarrassment slowly fading underneath his fond gaze. “How long were you watching?”
“Not long,” he says, though his grin tells you that’s clearly a lie. “Please, don’t stop on my account.”
That prompts another laugh from you, and you’re filled with enough giddy energy that you find yourself idly swinging your arms around as you stare at him. “Are you going to just stand there and watch?”
Ansel looks too pleased with himself as he says, “Would that bother you?”
You grin back at him, ignoring the new wave of heat that spreads across your face, and turn the music back on. With a playful look, you hold out a hand to him, your eyebrows raised in a challenge.
Ansel only laughs, untouched by the embarrassment you were hoping to make him feel, but it’s still worth it to see the fond smile that lights up his face as he crosses the room to join you.
The two of you don’t get any cleaning done, but watching Ansel perform silly dances right next to you is an accomplishment in and of itself.
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If possible... Headcannons/fanfic from 2p Germany and 2p Russia, separately, taking interest in a friend from one country? Context: The country's friend is immortal, because of problems she went in her country's replacement at the meeting with the other countries. She has a very affectionate and outgoing personality, so she quickly picks up romantic interest from the attendees.
Sorry it took so long. Here it is!
2p Russia
A lone tall man walked through the basement halls of the United Nations building. His large, long blacked coat protected him from the chill of the A.C. and in his left hand was a simple black briefcase. His steps were quiet along the concrete, but his momentary silence would not last for much longer.
A set of steel doors sat closed and was located at the end of the hall. The sounds that lied within warned of chaos and death. Viktor blew a hard breath through his nose, as much as he wanted to leave, this meeting was important. It was the first time in a long time that all the 2ps were meeting and to avoid it could be costly.
Opening the door Viktor noticed that many nations were grouped together. The Nordics were in the back corner of the room talking about business. Germany and Italy were near their seats, both seemed to be scanning the crowd. Viktor guessed it was to see the missing member of their trio. Once Viktor found his seat, his eyes wandered around again.
This time his eye drifted over to the FACE family. Normally there were shouts and the clink of coins hitting glass, but today it was much quieter. As Viktor looked closer at the four, he realized something. Allen wasn’t there. Instead, there was a woman among them. She was (Y/H) and had (S/C) skin. The strange woman was leaning against the sitting blond Canadian. Both were talking and were smiling. Viktor did note that Matt seemed to have a small blush on his face. His observation was interrupted by a voice.
“All right-a everyone. Take your-a seats and shut-a up!”
Viktor grunted and looked over as the woman moved to take Allen’s seat. His eyebrow rose, this would take some investigating. But that would have to wait.
The meeting went almost as Viktor had expected. Various nations would present an issue, try to make it seem that their homes were thriving, and others would say their piece on an issue. During each part of this song and dance, some nation would then distract everyone. The main offender this time happened to be Macau. He had been going around attempting to piss of Italy so that he could win a bet.
Overall a normal meeting, but Viktor could not help but be distracted by the (E/C) beauty. She had been outgoing the entire meeting. Asking questions to the presenters, offering solutions, and overall being pleasant. It was cute, but there was one habit that stood out, pet names. Each person was given their own.
Despite the cuteness, Viktor was getting annoyed. It was not at the charming lady, but rather at his fellow nations. Their infatuation was apparent in the blushes and sudden smiles that came from their interactions with her. Viktor was not pleased with how others looked at her like a meal or a treasure. He also wasn’t pleased that he was feeling this way over a stranger, better yet a stranger attached to Allen.
With the end of the meeting came the desire for answers. Viktor rose quickly like a weasel looking for prey. He moved calmly and quickly over to the stranger. There he stood, in front of her but unnoticed, while she giggled and affectionately was playing around with England. Viktor felt his ire increase when she gave the killer baker a kiss. His blush made Viktor’s stomach twist in a painful way.
Before confronting her, Viktor looked over to the Canadian that seemed to be looking over at the pair jealously.
“Kaнaдa, who is this?”
“That’s (Y/N) (L/N). An old friend of Al’s, we’ve known her since childhood and since Al’s buried under work, he asked her to step in for him.”
Viktor just hummed in response. This woman was becoming more interesting. With two steps and a cough, Viktor stood in front of the playful pair.
Their attention turned to him quickly. The Brit did not look happy to be interrupted, while the woman smiled at him. Using his practiced grace Viktor reached out and took her hand. A gentle kiss was placed upon it.
“Hello, Ms. (L/N). I am the Russian Federation. Is there a chance you have a moment to discuss some things with me?”
(Y/N) covered her mouth and giggled. To Viktor, and many others it sounded like silver bells.
“Of course, I have some time before I have to get these notes to Al.”
Being the gentleman, he offered her his elbow. She responded with a bright smile and (Y/N) hooked her arm into his and followed the red eyed male out.
It was not long before they found a spot to sit and discuss. Their conversations soon left the topics of business and became more personal. Viktor was intrigued, despite the difference in the centuries she had lived, he couldn’t help but feel connected to her. To him her presence felt like a balm for his soul.
A beeping turned the chatting duo into silent statues. It was (Y/N)’s phone. She glanced quickly at it and grimaced.
“I’m sorry Viktor, I have got to get going. Al’s waiting for me and these papers.”
Of course. Allen just had to cut their time short. Standing alongside (Y/N), Viktor offered to give her a ride. Just something to give him more time to bask in her glow.
Being the true optimist, (Y/N) accepted with an enthusiastic yes!
The trip to his car and then to Al’s apartment felt too fast for Viktor. Before (Y/N) could leave the car. Viktor looked at (Y/N), he felt emotions that could not be explained easily, but he knew one thing. He needed to get to know (Y/N) better. So, he was going to take a chance.
“Would you care to go on a date with me? It is nothing serious, just a chance for us to get to know one another better.”
(Y/N) was not surprised. She just smiled and looked back at Viktor while getting out of the car.
“I would love to, but you need to realize one thing. I have noticed quite a few nations giving me the same goo-goo eyes that you have. So, be prepared for a fight for my heart.”
With a wink and giving Viktor a small sheet of paper, (Y/N) was gone. She had waltzed into Allen’s apartment building like a dream.
Looking down Viktor saw that the sheet was her phone number. Despite his cold heart, Viktor smirked to himself. He would figure out these feelings and if God willed it, he would secure her heart.
2p Germany
It was too loud and cold in this basement. The chaos had decided to get started before the meeting. Nations were yelling and weapons were flying. The A.C. was blowing like it was the reason for the next ice age. It was all annoying. All Luther wanted to do was sleep, maybe people watch, but that wouldn’t happen if these conditions continued.
With a deep groan Luther sat up straight and stretched. The sound of a satisfying pop alerted him that his stretching had relaxed muscles.
Luther glanced at the clock, and his head tilted to the left like a confused puppy. It was about ten minutes after the hour. That means the meeting should have started ten minutes ago, why hadn’t it started? He glanced around and understood one thing. Luciano, aka Italy, was not there.
Luther felt a little embarrassed he should have realized that earlier, but in his defense, the exhaustion and the beginnings of a headache ate at his awareness. Before he could wonder about the location of his missing Genosse, a (Y/H) woman ran over to the podium at the front of the room.
Her hair was wild, her face was flushed, gorgeous (E/C) looked around excitedly. She carried a smile as she reached forward and tapped on the microphone.
“Hello everyone, I apologize for being late. But I am (Y/N) (L/N) and I’m stepping in for Italy today. Sadly, he is out due to getting grounded and he has asked that I lead this meeting.”
Luther raised a brow and smirked. How cute. This pretty little vixen was now attempting to lead the meeting. The next few hours would be fun, well for him anyway.
For many nations the meeting was considered normal. Interruptions and fighting, before the more business-oriented nations took back control. This included the lovely (Y/N), but try as she may to keep the focus, many nations shattered her attempts like already cracked glass.
For one thing, Austria could not leave (Y/N) be. He was constantly interrupting presenting nations by breaking in rock ballads, mostly singing about (Y/N). While Norway was asking her whether or not she wanted to see a flaming heart, no one was quite sure what that mean. Since it was Norway, everyone knew that fire and pyros should not mix, except for (Y/N). Luckily Denmark stopped him by confiscating his lighter. Lastly, Luther joined in. He was dropping pickup lines and teasing (Y/N). Other nations did some stuff too, but it was not as entertaining as those three.
Throughout it all (Y/N) just giggled and responded with affection. In some cases, it was a compliment, other nations got gentle gestures. Those that received her affection either blushed or looked a little shocked.
Luther knew (Y/N) was gorgeous before, but her outgoing and sweet nature made her much more lovely. He thought he might be developing a crush, but Luther didn’t dwell to long on that thought. Mostly because everyone was getting up to leave and some of his rivals were closing in on (Y/N).
Without thinking it through, Luther quickly moved to take a spot by (Y/N)’s side. (Y/N) was surprised but didn’t seem to be against his presence. Luther gave a side smile and asked to walk her out. Somehow (Y/N)’s smile got even bigger, and she nodded.
Together they walked out of the cold, basement room. Luther gave dark glares at nearby nations while (Y/N) smiled and waved at the nations that walked by.
As they walked, Luther decided to get to know this little beauty more.
“So, how long have you known Luciano?”
“Since the third century, after all we grew up together in a way, though I am still way younger than him.”
This comment caused Luther to stop walking. Was she like them or some other thing that he didn’t know existed? Any way Luciano has some explaining to do later.
Luther watched as (Y/N) slowed, stopped and looked back at him. Her eyes seemed to be full of mischief and a cat-like smile rested on her face.
“Luther, if you don’t want to walk me to Luci’s I’m sure some other nation would be more than happy to take your place.”
Luther’s eyes went wide. He wasn’t expecting this sweet woman to be an observant and playful tease. It was hot.
“Liebling, why call someone else when I’m the only one you need.”
Both let out a chuckle as they stepped through the door that led into the stairwell. This seems to be the start of a classic love story.
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guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.
For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell
fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one
i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft
that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you
tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again
as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)
hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s
holy shit yes.
SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe
superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'
does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom
it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.
I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?
as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)
somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.
and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!
babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence
babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to
JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT
again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song
The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian
oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag
soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"
i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage
Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?
don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)
What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk
stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.
This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it
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This is canon now @nctxrejects
lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out
idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family
bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another
I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.
yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.
Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings
smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn
Duke was adopted by Bruce?
not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?
True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live
true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?
apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome
ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.
ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut
lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash
oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man
while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.
dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie
magnum hot take
hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth
thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)
why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???
what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones
oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no
I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked
yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends
"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years
i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.
BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them
lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.
I am in love with your posts your honour thank you
omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?
The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john
Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian
yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.
tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.
and what about it?
when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST
oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat
Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes
lmao i do too
I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it
he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.
you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank
babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)
ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something
that's a very good vocabulary upgrade
somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”
steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.
Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious
babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks
In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97
lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)
You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.
bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers
How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?
horrible, next question.
I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid
yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'
I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.
superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time
bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)
lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)
Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje
he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'
I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??
i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way
SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed
'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'
i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam
fair enough
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btxtreads · 3 years
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Breaking Free
PROLOGUE: START OF SOMETHING NEW
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↳ Pairing: Hueningkai x Reader
↳ word count: 2.2k words
↳ rating: PG
↳ genre: Floof
↳ Warnings: BTS Maknae line are jerks but they mean well they’re just idiots, Kai is drinking alcohol idk if u guys can handle that yet
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“Kai, put down your phone and go talk to someone else other than the boys.” A scolding voice sounded out.
Kai flinched in surprise as he looked up, another red solo cup thrusted into his hands.
“Lea, I’m pretty sure drinking grape juice in a party is as lame as talking to my friends at a phone the whole time.” Kai said hesitantly.
“I’m still your older sister and I will not hand you alcohol willingly.” Lea rolled her eyes and propped a hand on her hip. “Still, we’ll be stuck in this resort for three more days—you’ve been refusing to talk to these kids after you played basketball with them once.”
“You don’t understand,” Kai whined before lowering his voice in a whisper. “They can’t even shoot a basket.”
Lea shakes her head.
“Kai,” she clicks her tongue. “For the love of god, please. Talk to other people.”
The boy only blinked as his older sister turned abruptly and left, swallowed by the crowd in seconds. Kai shook his head, placing the cup his sister handed him in one corner and running his hand through his freshly dyed blonde hair. His eyes fell on a girl at the side who was giving him heart-eyes, making him smile softly.
“Hello.”
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“Jeon fucking Jungkook, set me free or I swear to god, I’m putting itch cream in your underwear drawer.”
Jungkook only cackled, hands flat on Y/N’s back as he pushed her forward. On either side of the teenage girl, the boy’s best friends Taehyung and Jimin held her arms and dragged her along with them.
“Guys, I don’t want to party.”
“You’re a teenager—what teenager doesn’t want to party?” Jimin snorted as they finally stopped walking smack-dab in the middle of the party.
“Here, drink this.” Taehyung said, patting her shoulder lightly.
“This is tequila.” Y/N deadpanned.
Taehyung shrugged as Jungkook raised his eyebrow, offering a cup he mysteriously had in his hand.
“Would you like something stronger?”
“Kook—“
“Come on, you’re an adult.”
“It’s weird that you’re my older brother yet you’re encouraging me to drink.” Y/N sighed, smelling the content of her cup—surprisingly sweet. “This smells weird.”
“It has orange juice.” Jimin shrugged.
“I wouldn’t let you drink if you weren’t so uptight.” Jungkook shrugged. “Come on, you’re a kid. Have fun!”
Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes and tipping the cup back. The drink was surprisingly pleasant-tasting, save for the burn at the back of her throat.
“Oh dear god,” Y/N coughed, hand thumping on her chest. “That burns.”
“Alcohol is called liquid courage for a reason—“ Jungkook said, eyes trailing up to the ceiling in thought. “Definitely don’t tell mom I’m letting you do this, but for legal purposes, you are under my supervision.”
“Oh, mom’s going to fucking murder your ass.”
“And just for that—“ Jungkook snorted hand clasping on her arm as a bright light shone on him. “You know what I’m gonna do?”
“Oh, what are you gonna do tough guy?”
“Karaoke night!” Jungkook screamed, making Taehyung and Jimin laugh out loud as the former shoved his own sister in front of him. “She’s singing Start of Something New!”
“What?!” Y/N whirled around. “No, I’m not!”
As she turned back to berate her brother for shoving her in the spotlight, all three of her idiots were missing. The next thing she knew, hands were pulling her up to the stage.
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After trying (and failing) to flirt, Kai was sitting down in another chair—this time clutching a red solo cup with a coke and soju mix he remembered Yeonjun teaching him the last time they were in a party. His other hand held his phone in his hands again, having just pulled up his messages to send a text to the gc when he was almost blinded by a bright light.
“What?” He mumbled under his breath as he looked up to see a lot of faces peering down at him. “What did I do?”
“Karaoke night!” He heard a voice scream from nearby, followed by a girl screaming in protest.
“Wait, I don’t sing—“ Kai yelped as hands grasped onto him. “Wait—“
He felt himself shoved onto a small platform which acted as a makeshift stage.
“I don’t know how to sing.” Kai said, scratching his head.
A flailing girl was shoved onto the platform next to him. He can hear the girl mumble curses under her breath, her hands shaking in rage as she set down a cup of what looked like tequila in her hands. He watched the girl take the microphone in her hands, angrily speaking into it.
“Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin—You hope you all die very gruesome deaths within the next hour because you wouldn’t like it when I get my hands on your fucking asses.” She hissed, sighing as loud rambunctious laughter came back to her from somewhere in the room.
Kai smiled awkwardly as he gaze fell onto him, making her stumble back slightly. It was then that her face heated up, realizing that she was in front of an audience at the moment.
“Karaoke Night.” Kai mumbled, eyes falling over to the crowd and wincing once he saw Lea holding up her phone.
“I-I don’t sing.” The girl said weakly as another kid who was acting as the party host of the night arrived with another microphone, plopping it down into Kai’s hands.
“You guys will thank me for this one day, you know.” The boy snickered before sauntering off of the stage.
“I-I don’t think I will.” The girl spoke softly as she looked after the boy.
There was a brief silence between Kai and the girl as they waited for the music to begin, a familiar tune sounding out after a few seconds. Kai hesitated slightly, stepping back for a moment before releasing a heavy sigh and lifting the microphone to his lips.
Living in my own world,
Didn’t understand
That anything can happen
When you take a chance
Kai’s face reddened when the girl lowered her head as he sang, her hair covering her face. Slightly embarrassed, especially when she saw Lea’s phone blink—signalling that she was recording—he sighed again, scratching the back of his neck as he moved to leave the stage. Before he could, he heard another voice filter through the speakers.
I never believed in
What I couldn’t see
Kai turned back to the girl, whose eyes are trained on the lyrics projected in a nearby screen—hands tightly clutching the microphone. Kai swore he could see three blinking phones from somewhere by the bar. Ignoring this, the boy stepped back to his spot next to the girl.
I never opened my heart,
to other possibilities.
The girl turned over to him with an unsure smile, making him smile kindly in encouragement. Their voices harmonized together in a beautiful melody as he lifted his own microphone to sing along.
I know that something has changed,
never felt this way.
Kai watched as the girl took an unsure glance off to the side—where the three recording phones were—before looking back at him with a bright, more confident smile.
And right here tonight,
This could be the start of something new.
It feels so right to be here with you, oh.
Kai could feel more people turning over to look at the two of them on stage. The song was getting more upbeat.
And now, looking in your eyes.
I feel in my heart, the start of something new.
Kai, perhaps feeling the effects of the alcohol he took a few minutes ago, felt heat wash over him. Feeling more confident than before, he pulled off his jacket and placed it on the floor as he took the girl’s hands in his. He grinned at the cheers from the crowd, and the light snort coming from the girl.
I never knew that it could happen till it happened to me.
The girl giggled as he spinned her around. She placed her hand on his shoulder as she stopped, grip still tight on the microphone as she sang.
I didn’t know it before, but now it’s easy to see.
At the high note, there were cheers erupting from the crowd. He can see his sister sway along with the crowd and the three men by the bar scream at the top of their lungs.
It’s the start of something new,
It feels so right to be here with you, oh.
The girl pulled away from him with a giddy smile.
And now looking in your eyes,
I feel in my heart.
The start of something new.
The start of something new.
He can hear the host coming up behind him as the song faded away.
The start of something new.
The two teens smiled at each other as claps erupted from the crowd.
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This time, Kai found himself lounging in a standing table with the girl he sang with right outside the venue. He was having a genuinely good time as he talked to the girl about the experience.
“That was honestly the first time I’ve ever done that.” He laughed, making the girl laugh.
“Same!” She giggled. “Honestly, I wasn’t even picked. My brother was, he just shoved me over instead.”
“Imagine if I sang with him instead,” Kai wondered to himself making the girl laugh.
The girl laughed as the host arrived to his table, setting down two cups.
“You guys did great earlier for two people who supposedly couldn’t sing,” The host joked, patting them on the back. “Good job.”
Kai and the girl exchanged glances before laughing as the host left them. She shook her head and offered her hand out.
“My name’s Y/N.”
“Kai.”
“Nice to meet you,” Y/N grinned, taking a sip of her drink.
“You too, Y/N who doesn’t sing.” Kai snorts as he picked up his cup.
“No, I swear to god I don’t.” Y/N laughed. “That’s more of my brother’s alley—music and shit.”
“And what would be yours?”
“Math? Science?” Y/N chuckles. “Anything in a book.”
“Sounds fascinating.” Kai nodded. “Mine’s basketball.”
“Wait, wait—“ The girl almost choked, laughing. “You’re basketball dude?”
Kai blinked in confusion as the girl, almost lost in the sound of her laughter.
“You were the guy playing basketball with my brother and his friends the other day!” Y/N laughed, making Kai’s eyes widen.
“Your brother is the one who didn’t know what a point guard was!”
“Are you kidding me? Of course he knew what the was, the three of them were in the freaking basketball varsity team.” Y/N laughed out loud. “They were making fun of you, dude.”
“Oh my god.” Kai mumbled under his breath, laughing at himself.
“They do that a lot.” Y/N shook her head as she leaned back. “But they were right, you know. You do seem like a fun guy.”
“They deduced that from making me teach three varsity players how to shoot ball?”
“Yep,” Y/N giggled, making Kai smile widely.
The boy bit his lip to suppress how big his smile had gotten. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but that was the most fun he’s had ever since he was promoted captain of the basketball team.
“Hey, can I get your number?”
“I don’t know yet,” The girl shrugged, quirking her lips to a small smile. “I still haven’t figured out whether you’re a bonehead jock or not.”
5!
“Would a bonehead jock go up to the stage and sing a love song with you?” Kai raised his eyebrow.
4!
“Touche.” Y/N giggled, holding out her hand. “Give me your phone, then.”
Kai smiled, handing her his phone and taking hers in his hands.
3!
“You know,” Kai said with a smile as he took a photo of himself for the contact. “I really enjoyed today with you.”
“Did you?”
2!
“I did.” Kai hummed, giving back her phone and taking his.
1!
Happy New Year!
He smiled at the photo of herself that she took on his phone. Y/N turned, eyebrows raising as she saw Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin at the side beckoning her over—Jungkook pointing over to his phone, showing their mother’s caller ID. She turned to say farewell to Kai, but he was too busy marvelling over his phone.
Taking one glance at the sky, covered in colorful fireworks, she shot one last smile Kai’s way before turning around and walking over to her brother and his friends.
“Is it okay if I text you tonight?” Kai asked after a few seconds, gaining his courage to face the girl—only to find no one. “Wh—Y/N?”
He sighed, rolling his eyes with a smile as Lea ran up towards him and slinging an arm around his torso.
“There’s my baby!” Lea greeted. “Who knew I’d see you actually be half-decent at something out of the basketball court? Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?”
Kai blinked over at the girl before looking down at his phone, smiling softly at the photo of Y/N.
“I really didn’t know.”
That night was the start of something new.
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evermoreparker · 3 years
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Biggest Fan
Synopsis: When you and Tom realize how much your baby daughter loves Frozen, Tom decides to surprise her playing her favorite song, but she doesn't have the reaction he was hoping for.
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A/n: Hey!! So I'm super excited to share this fic that started out as me sending a cute video to my incredible friend @kidney9-9 until I asked her if she wanted to write this fic with me. Go check all her work, she's an incredible writer, and I'm so lucky to have such a sweet friend. :) Let us know if you like it!! 💖💖
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It was a quiet evening, just relaxing at home with Tom and Sophie, when you heard the familiar strums of a guitar. It was only a few notes at first until you recognized the song that your husband was playing. It was a sweet song with such sweet memories that made you lull into a thought of the past.
As soon as the soft knock on Elsa's door stopped and Anna started singing, your daughter looked at the TV screen as if it was the sweetest melody she has ever heard and it made Tom's heart melt. The way Sophie's eyes were so focused on the screen made you laugh, it's like she was hypnotized. As soon as the song ended, she went running to you and Tom, telling you two how much she loved that part of the movie and the song.
Over the next few days, you and Tom giggled and chuckled about Sophie’s concentration and seriousness in practicing the song. You even watched her as she tried to make a dance routine, it was so cute and precious. One of the days, she even got into your closet and put an old pair of heels on, saying it was her turn to perform. You and Tom cheered her on as she belted out to her new favorite song, telling her how amazing she was.
Knowing how much your daughter loved that song, Tom learned how to play it on his guitar and how to sing the lyrics for Sophie. Tom practiced for that all week, because who cares if he's got to memorize Spiderman lines for the next movie, he needs to impress his baby daughter first. On Sunday he was finally ready to give your daughter the performance she deserved, but what he didn't expect was how much she hated it.
You started recording once Tom gave you the go-ahead and placed the phone down in a steady position on the table. You sat back quietly as Sophie walked into the room, confused at the sound of the guitar. She was usually at daycare when Tom practiced the song, or asleep. Tom chuckled, feeling excited to show her the song he’s been practicing.
Instead of the original “Elsa?” In the beginning of the song, he replaced it with Sophie, and you giggled a bit, glancing over to her. “Sophie? Do you wanna build a snowman? C’mon let’s go and play!” Tom sang, smiling widely as he watched Sophie unfold what was happening.
She struggled to say something at first, making Tom sure that she enjoyed it but the moment she opened her mouth, he realized he was wrong. “NO! NO! Stop it right now!”
Knowing how self conscious Tom gets about his voice you weren't sure if you should laugh at your 3 year old daughter hating her dad singing and playing for the first time to someone other than you. Before you could say something, Sophie turned to her dad who seemed confused about if he should keep playing, knowing how you two have the same weird sense of humor and this could be another one of his daughter's jokes.
Uncertain of his next movement, Tom went back to just playing his guitar, too scared of his daughter hating his voice. Before he could even touch the first string Sophie snatched the guitar with her little hands, shouting out,  ''No more Frozen for you!''
Sophie tried to take her dad's guitar out of his hands, but she realized it's useless to carry something that heavy, instead, she went to her room and searched for the Olaf plush one of her many uncles got her as soon as they heard about her newest obsession. Holding it tight as if it was the real character, she sang to it softly the melody that she loves the most in the world.
Back in the living room, you and Tom stared at each other for a few silent seconds, confused about what Sophie did. “What? I thought she loved that song.” Tom spoke up, a bit dejected and upset. He didn’t understand her reaction at all but he snapped out of his thoughts once he felt you place your hand on his shoulder, after you stopped the video.
“I think she does. Don’t be upset babe. I think she wasn’t expecting that!” You cheered him up, smiling back to him. You didn’t want to laugh in front of him in case that gave him the wrong impression, but you found it adorable that Sophie stopped him that way. You never saw her act that way before, but you could tell she really cared about Frozen.
“Maybe? I’m just confused why she did that.” Tom responded, shrugging back to you. After another moment, you sent him another sweet smile, still finding his song incredible.
“You’re a great singer and guitarist, honey. Maybe she was jealous or something.” You reassured him once more.
Tom still thought that something went wrong with his voice, until you tried to lighten up the mood. ''Did you see how she held the guitar strings to try to stop you from going again?'' You chuckled, and Tom put the guitar aside so that he could put his hands on his face. For a second you were worried that you said something wrong that would make him more upset, but he took his hands off his face. And then you saw that he was trying to hold back his laugh, and that was a sound that you loved to hear. ''I'm just glad she didn't throw something at me''
''C'mon,'' You tried to restrain yourself from laughing, but you ended up joining your husband. ''It wasn't that bad!'' You said while losing your breath from laughing too hard.
''I mean, I'm sure I won't be able to dress up Frozen themed for her birthday next month now.'' He said, understanding that would only make you laugh more. ''Man, I had the dress and everything, even bought the blonde wig on Amazon.'' He pretended to be upset about it, and almost immediately looked at you to see if you were amused.
A few quiet minutes went by before you two heard Sophie’s voice carry through the house. You knitted your eyebrows together, instantly recognizing the tune she was singing and Tom tilted his head to the side as well. “Is that what I think it is?” He mumbled to you as you started to smile more, nodding your head back to his question.
“Let’s go check up on her.” You whispered back, not wanting Sophie to hear you while she sang. You got up from the couch, along with Tom and slowly walked up the stairs, hearing her voice get louder.
“Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman. Go away, Anna! Okay, bye.” Sophie continued, not noticing you and her dad in the doorway. She was playing with her Olaf plushie, making him dance along to her song.
You glanced back to Tom, chuckling silently as he smiled back over to Sophie, proud she was singing. He understood why she acted that way now; that song was special to her and only her. Maybe she didn’t want to hear her dad sing it and possibly embarrass her.
Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder, clearing his throat once Sophie stopped singing.
As the newest singer in the family stopped her performance, you two sat on Sophie's bed waiting for her to continue while smiling, encouraging her to keep going. When she went back to her little concert, you smiled at Tom while leaning into whisper, ''Watch and learn how your daughter is not shy at all about singing in front of people.''
He scoffed knowing you were just teasing him. ''Please, we don't count. She has seen you cry, and sing, over Louis Tomlinson's solo on History.''
''Hey! That's low, you know how that song makes me cry, it's their last song, it's their goodb-'' Tom stopped you before you told him again how much that song meant to you and the fans. ''Ok ok I'm sorry babe, I think it's a great solo, I'd cry if I was a fan too.'' He said while putting your head on his shoulder. ''Don't talk shit about my boyband, that's my Frozen.''
Tom laughed at your reference, and turned around seeing his daughter suddenly quiet. She climbs on Tom's lap, while you two hug and congratulate her on her amazing performance. Too caught up on the family hug, you didn’t notice your daughter leaning to whisper in her dad's ear.
''Daddy?''
''Yea my love?'' He hummed back.
''What's shit?'' Tom's eyes widened as he looked at you begging for you to help him. You raised your eyebrows at him and shrugged before leaning over to Sophie.
“Don’t know, I heard him say it first.”
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hyunjilicious · 4 years
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one more drink [henry cavill - one shot]
Summary: you and Henry attend a fancy party and you decide to be a brat and push his buttons to see what happens. 0,1% plot. SMUT. 3.5k. filth :) feedback makes my day, so maybe tell me what you thought? 
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“Why don’t you put that drink down, hm?” 
His voice was loud and clear, lips mere inches away from your ear as he secured his arms around your waist to get you to stop dancing.
You were ready to sink into him, but as soon as you saw his intention was to grab the glass out of your hand, you pulled back, and turned to him with a disappointed frown, “Not a chance, Cavill”
“Don’t call me that” he sighed, his head falling to the side, “How much have you had to drink?”
“Not enough” you pouted, nonchalantly bringing your alcoholic beverage to your lips, looking lewdly into his eyes as you took a big sip, “And apparently neither have you”
Had he not been grinning that widely, you would’ve seriously believed he was mad at you. His frown was consuming your entire being, and the cold stare plastered on his eyes begged you to not push his buttons - at least not when there were so many people around, “Why don’t you give me that?” he encouraged, pointing to your tall glass.
You looked down and noticed your perfectly manicured hand and fresh bubbles that were still present in your beverage. In the inebriated state that you were, the aesthetic blew your mind. Without thinking twice, you pulled out your phone with your free hand and opened the instagram app, determined to post it on your story.
The light of the flash reflected beautifully against the intricate design of the glass, but the picture did not turn out as expected.
Just when you pressed the button to capture the image, Henry’s hand grabbed your wrist, snatching the phone out of your hand, “Are you dead set on pissing me off?” he questioned in a low tone, his ice blue eyes pinning you in place.
“I don’t get what the problem is” you whined, waving your hands around your body. Your eyes traveled around the room, scanning the atmosphere, “You think I’m embarrassing you or something?”
“Embarrass me, no? What?” Henry cringed, “But you’re crossing some lines”
“I’m just letting loose”
“Too loose if you ask me” he frowned.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Henry grabbed your waist, and effortlessly spun you around until your back slammed against his chest. He lowered his head over your shoulder, “I’ll let you figure it out”
In front of you, the party was in full swing. People were dancing, chatting, drinking their night away, and in your eyes, there was no problem with that, “Use your words, Cavill, I don’t get it”
“One-” he said in a deeply dominating tone, making all the hairs on your body stand up, “Don’t call me that, and two, I could make you a list of all the men in this room that think about fucking you as we speak, and the fact that you can’t tell who they are, means you drank to much”
There was an internal battle going on inside your mind. The way he put you in your place forced a lump to block your throat, but it would be a lie to say you didn’t enjoy the moment.
“I think you’re pushing it a little” you said, pulling away from his hold and turning to face him.
Henry narrowed his eyes, “If I leave, they’ll swarm around you”
“Then don’t”
“Let’s go sit somewhere” he suggested, nodding his head to the side of the room, where a few arm chairs were available.
“After you” you agreed, and he happily took your hand.
Henry led you to the sitting area, contempt thinking he won this round. But you just saved your cards for later.
When you reached your destination, Henry sat down and opened his arms, motioning for you to sit in his lap. However, you just grabbed his hands, and started swaying to the unfamiliar beat of the song that was playing, arching your back and lowering yourself in front of him.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for” Henry chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.
“I’m asking for you to have some fun!” you belted.
“This is your idea of fun?”
“Dancing?” you asked, playing dumb, “Yes”
Henry leaned to the side. He propped his elbow on top of the arm rest, bringing his hand up to rub his chin, “Sit down”
“Yes, daddy” you eventually said, knowing just how little patience he had left.
His arms instantly wrapped around your middle, his breathing aggravated by the way you managed to rile him up. And, determined to do more, you started rolling your hips back and forth against his thighs, managing to apply just the tiniest bit of pressure to his crotch.
“The fuck’s gotten into you, hm?” Henry snapped. His hold around you tightened, shaking your entire frame. “Why are you acting like this?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you rolled your eyes, bringing your glass up to your lips and scanning the room as you sipped your drink.
It was only a matter of time until he’d drop this overly patient facade. “Look at me when I’m talking to you” he commanded, sinking his fingers into your bare thigh.
“Ouch!” you pouted, despite pain being the last thing on your mind.
“So? The fuck is going on with you, hm?”
“Nothing’s going on with me, you just need to learn how to have fun!”
“Whoring around is your idea of having fun?” he fumed.
You thought about it for a second, and the nodded, fairly convinced, “Could be, yeah”
“Behave for 15 minutes” Henry nodded, his smile giving away just how sure he was you were never going to achieve that, “And then we’ll dance”
“That’s it?” you scoffed, and as soon as he responded - with a smile nod, you breathed out satisfied, “Deal”
Clear as day, he was waiting for you to cave. Henry leaned back in his chair, and with his head hanging playfully to the side, he kept his eyes trained on you. With absolutely no intention to make this easy for you, his burning gaze made your blood boil. Oh, how the tables have turned. 
You took another sip of your drink and then pulled out your phone, counting on Instagram to make the minutes pass faster. And maybe it would have been able to, with out of the corner of your eye you could see him. Black dress shirt hugging his body in a way that was so much more vulgar than any dance you could have come up with. 
A video was playing on your phone, two puppies rolling down a hill, yet your eyes drifted instantly to the side. Pretending to pay attention to the screen, you watched Henry trace the rim of his glass with his pointer finger. Your eyes traveled along his forearm and you could’ve sworn you actually felt your heart skip a bit when you noticed just how sloppily he rolled up his sleeves.
“I swear-” you sighed, eyes trained on the ceiling as you shook your head in disbelief, “You never looked hotter.”
“What was that, love?” Henry mumbled, bouncing one of his legs up for the sole purpose of messing with you.
“How much time passed?” you whined.
“A little bit over a minute, darling” he responded proudly.
You were fuming. “I’ll go get another drink, want something?”
As soon as he nodded no, you were out of there. Forcing your way through the sea of people, you eventually reached the bar, and even in the dried up smoke infused air of the room, you finally felt like you were able to breathe properly. With your competitive side on full display, as you waited for your drink to be ready, you gave yourself the epitome of a pep talk. With your arms crossed over the wooden surface of the bar, you soaked up the possibilities. At this point, you still weren’t sure whether you wished to prove to him that you’d be able to keep calm, or whether you wanted him to give in first.
The answer to this dilemma came in the form of a model looking 20 something year old man - the golden curls that framed his sculpted features and the seductive grin he decided to use as an introduction, were everything you needed. Dropping the nice girl act you didn’t even bother too much to adopt, you responded to the stranger with an overly sweet smile, and nonchalantly dragged him to the dance floor without exchanging as much as two words.
After finally settling face to face, you started dancing. Not keen on getting too close to him, but also knowing that was what you needed to get on Henry’s nerves, you decided to explain yourself, “Listen, I need to ask you something-” you yelled over the music, leaning against his chest to get as close to his ear as possible.
The man circled an arm around your waist, as he bowed his head with a smile on his lips, eager to listen to what you had to say.
“I know it didn’t seem like it, but I’m here with my boyfriend”
He instantly tensed up, but you continued. This time you pressed yourself against him, and lowered your voice, “You wouldn’t mind helping me get his attention, would you?”
He looked you up and down, “What are you offering?”
Knowing full well that Henry was probably already thinking about intervening, you decided there was no reason to hold back. “What’s on your mind?”
“Think he’d be into a threesome?”
The thought made you gag, but you played it nicely. “Depends on how convincing you are”
“He shared you before?”
As he asked this, you found it incredibly hard not to burst into laughter, as that was probably the last thing on earth Henry would ever do, but that was not what the man needed to hear.
“Yeah, but he’s usually reluctant when it comes to strangers, you know?”
How he didn’t figure out you were bluffing shall forever remain a mystery.
“Ok, ok” he nodded, licking his lips, “Let’s talk to him”
As you turned around to look in your boyfriend's direction, the man placed his right hand on the small of your back, ready to walk wherever you’d guide him. However, not even a step needed to be taken, as Henry was already marching towards you.
The crowd of dancing souls parted for him to pass. His eyes ablaze, he reached the two of you in no time. Henry didn’t waste no time paying attention to you, instead he went straight to the blonde haired guy standing beside you.
“Get your hands off of her, or I’ll break both your arms”
And the threat wouldn’t have been nowhere near as menacing if Henry wasn’t a head taller, and his shoulders twice as broad the man’s he approached.
“Listen dude-” the stranger tried to defend himself despite the pure terror that coated his features.
“Want me to break your teeth in too and don’t know how to fucking ask?”
“Jesus I just-”
“Beat it” Henry scoffed, grabbing the man’s shoulder to spin him around. He was probably ready to kick his ass too had the stranger not ran off, steam coming out of his heels. 
Instantly, Henry turned around to face you, the anger in his eyes making all the hairs on your body stand up. He didn't even bother to look at you, his stare trained somewhere in the distance, as he grabbed your arm.
"Henry, I-"
"You kind of lost your right to say anything, don't you think?" he groaned.
As soon as he finished his question, he looked down, his cold eyes finally meeting yours.
You opened your mouth to speak, but eventually decided against it. And he probably appreciated the fact that you didn't bitch any further, not that it would have made any difference at this point.
Without exchanging another word, Henry forcibly grabbed you by the arm, and dragged you from the dance floor. Despite finding it hard to keep up with his pace considering your attire wasn't made for rushing places, you again decided to keep your mouth shut.
You knew what was coming and there was no reason to ask any questions. It was what you planned all along, after all.
In a matter of seconds, you two reached the bathroom of the bar. Not even bothering to be civil about it, Henry kicked the door open with his foot, managing to catch the attention of everyone nearby.
You walked inside after him, didn't even get a chance to worry about the people already inside, as all that was needed to get them to hurry out of the room was the cold death stare Henry didn't bother to hide.
The girl that was reapplying her makeup in the mirror was the last to scatter out of the bathroom, and by the time she reached the door, Henry’s tie was already off and the first five buttons of his shirt undone.
Panting in anticipation, you found yourself leaning against the tiled wall, afraid to make the wrong move. When you were finally left alone, the sound of the bathroom door lock clicking was what forced your heart into overdrive.
“You proud of yourself?” Henry questioned, as he walked slowly in your direction, his tie stretched to the extreme in his hands.
“You’re the one who caved” you said and it was the last straw.
“Turn around” he commanded, nodding his head in the direction of the wall.
Despite not being anything less than riled up and aroused, you still hesitated.
What got you to move was the next step he took towards you. As if under a spell, you spun around on your heels, and prompted your hands against the smooth surface of the wall. However, Henry had other plans. In one swift but rough motion, he grabbed your wrists, pinning them up, against the vertical pipe that ran from the floor all the way up to the ceiling. Effortlessly, he bound your hands together, fastening them into place.
To no avail, you tried to bring them lower for better support, but the tie was so tightly wrapped that your blood barely had any place to pass.
“Can you-”
“Nope” Henry said, with a bit too much enthusiasm in his voice.
He lowered his head over your shoulder and spoke directly against your cheek, “Is it uncomfortable? Does it hurt your wrists?”
You nodded.
“Good” he concluded, along with an ardent slap against your ass.
The stinging sensation made you grit your teeth and suck in a deep breath. Just knowing this was only the beginning made your core burn with desire, and involuntarily, you pressed your thighs together, hoping that some pressure would alleviate the aching sensation that radiated all across your body.
With no remorse, Henry shoved his foot between your high heels, forcing your legs apart, “None of that, ok?”
“Fuck” you grunted, letting your forehead fall against the wall in front of you.
Completely out of your sight, Henry’s actions were unknown. However, the sound of his belt being unbuckled was crystal clear, as it echoed around the room. It was the only sound you were able to register. Not even your convulsive breathing had any importance.
Following this, the night reached a pace you found it really hard to keep up with. After Henry hiked up your black tight dress over your ass, your mind started blurring out every detail.
In a second, your lace underwear had pooled by your feet, and you were left completely exposed.
You didn’t have any time to feel your cheeks burn before the tip of his cock reached our entrance. He didn’t waste time probing you. After raking his nails across your scalp, Henry grabbed a fistful of your hair, and pulled hard. When your head fell back, he slammed his cock all the way inside of you.
A deep guttural moan rooted in absolute pleasure ripped your whole body in half. Your throat stung at the sensation that rushed to you. He was not far behind, his own pleasure - pure physical, consumed him.
Henry rolled his hips into yours with more aggression by the second, each time pulling his cock almost all the way out. With every passion infused slam of his body against yours, your whole frame rocked forwards, putting an immense strain on your shoulders.
Sinful, choked back moans burned your throat.
“Is this what you wanted, hm?” Henry taunted, his calloused fingers forcing your chin up. “To be fucked like a slut in a random bathroom?”
You just squeezed your eyes shut and sucked on your bottom lip, hoping it would be good enough of an answer.
“Didn’t hear that” he shook his head, forcing his cock balls deep inside your pussy, “Use your words, pet”
You swallowed thickly, digging your nails into your probably already bloody palms, “Yes”
“Yes, what?” Henry let your chin go for just a second, before returning with a wanton smack against your cheek, “Yes what, baby?”
“Yes…” you wailed, chest aching with every word, “I wanted you to fuck me”
Visibly unsatisfied with your answer, Henry let go of you, moving his hands to lay on your hips. His grip was steady and merciless, guiding your body for his own pleasure now.
“You think good girls get fucked like this?” he rasped, his voice breaking halfway through the sentence. No matter what he said or how he said it, he was just as weak for you as you were for him, and it showed.
“You had to act like a whore the whole evening, didn’t you” Henry chuckled in disbelief. “Might as well take my cock like one now, right?”
As he spoke, numerous smacks, varying in intensity consumed the sensitive skin of your ass, which was doomed to be left bruised and battered.
“Yes” you cried, “Yes…”
“You know daddy always gives you what you ask for” he said, “Especially when that means I get to use you like the set of holes that you are”
“Fuck, fuck… Henry-” you cried, arching your back and forcing your hips back against him. 
“Use that cunt to suck the cum out of my cock”
“Fucking god” you shook your head, the ecstasy of the moment overwhelming all your senses. The frustration of not being able to rub your clit and alleviate the pain translated into a plethora of moans and screams. “Please, please- I’m close, I’m-”
“No, baby girl” Henry commanded, sinking his fingers into your hips, “I cum first, hold it”
“I can’t fucking hold it!” you yelled, covering your face into your shoulder.
“Try harder, angel”
“Fuck”
Multiple layers of unshed tears coated your eyes as you struggled to keep your body under control, but your knees were already shaking. Palms wet and trembling legs - you were already too far gone.
“I can’t-” you shook your head in desperation, “I’m gonna cum”
“Think twice, darling” Henry taunted, delivering one last blow to your ass, that along with the merciless pounding he kept up, managed to send you over the edge.
Your mind turned to blur as you fell spiraling into an earth shattering orgasm, your body spasming uncontrollably. Your muscles had a mind of their own, as you enjoyed the feeling of his cock spreading your pussy open until it completely consumed you.
“Henry, please, I-” you cried, panting desperately as not even standing up seemed like an easy task for you.
With your body turned to jelly into his arms, you somehow managed to find still find pleasure in the way he kept fucking your overly sensitive pussy.
“Never fucking listen do you-” Henry called with audible disappointment in his tone.
His question was cut short by a grave groan that forced its way out of his throat. His thrusts became sloppy and irregulated, deep and forced by the orgasm that soon ended up consuming his self control.
He kept going, allowing your cunt to milk every last drop of cum, not stopping until he didn’t have the power to move anymore. His body collapsed against yours, trapping you between his massive frame and the cold bathroom wall.
In a haze, he pulled out and undid the knot that had your wrists bound together. Weak in your knees, you stumbled to the sink, leaning against the marble garniture as your breathing was just now starting to return to normal.
With his pants pulled up but still undone, Henry came up behind you, engulfing you in a loving hug.
“I’m sorry” you whispered.
“Why?” he asked, slightly concerned.
“I came when you told me not to-”
“Oh god” Henry laughed out loud, before lowering himself to kiss your neck, “You didn’t listen to a word I said the whole night, and that’s what stuck with you?”
You couldn’t help but smile, “You still love me though”
“I fucking adore you, angel” Henry shook his head, “Next time just maybe don’t make me traumatize some poor guy”
Continuing with the small talk, you two got dressed, and prepared to get out of the bathroom.
“You know he wanted a threesome?” you said as you fixed your hair and makeup in the mirror.
“Ha!” Henry laughed, before his face turning dead serious, “Never”
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