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blueparadis · 10 months

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꒰ U LOST ME ꒱ ⋮ GOJO SATORU → [ CONTENT & TAGS ]: sorcerer!fem!reader x ex-boyfriend!satoru gojo ( powers not described ), hints of virgin!gojo, relationship talks, angst, undertones of smut, fluff, hurt and comfort, canon divergent, mention of Geto and Shoko, mention of smoking, alcohol. // syn. | Gojo never liked the idea of piling up unfinished business, and he was not tough enough to chase you so he waited for you to come back. + word count -1kish // back to blog navigation.

“This was a mistake.” Satoru unzips your jacket holding the apex of the zipper in between his teeth; along with the tiniest sliver of modesty that you had kept carefully tucked underneath your skin.“I should have never come here.” His galactic eyes stilled on you. He is still holding the zip in between his teeth. The jacket is not undone yet. He has paused halfway. “S'to0ru, why did you bring me here again?”

Great! The painkillers are now slowly kicking into your system. But at least you are safe now. You are in his vicinity. That's all he cares about. That's all he needs to protect you. That's all he needs to —

“was I supposed to leave you there?” He unzips the rest of your jacket. Your belly is on display. Not that he could not see it, he always did. With his six eyes, he could see anything he wanted to. But with his limitless being off, he is more embarrassed than you are right now. This is the first time he is touching you, the first time ever touching a woman. “Seriously, how bad do you think I am?” There is a tone of mockery in his words. He finds it funny. hah! Of course, he does. His hands are resting alongside your shoulders. He scans your body. You are wearing a bra and three-quarter jeans; wherever his eyes land it is bruised. “God, what kind of missions were you doing past these years, babe?”

Now that he is hovering above you, you can meet his eyes properly. “Babe, huh?” Satoru notices your face contort, lips tremble and eyelids blinking rapidly. You look away holding your tears back. A second later, you feel Satoru’s lips graze over your belly. He inhales, strongly. You could hear him. “Oh god! Stop it Satoru. It tickles.” You protest throwing your hands at him in all irregularity preventing him from inflicting another wound on yourself.

As Satoru hears you laugh he remembers the good old days he spent with you. If he had not been so hooked on you there is no doubt you would have lived a much better life. But that is not the case. He is your doom which is why you are the only one he allowed himself to be vulnerable with. He feels he owes it to you. He feels he owes it to you because you were brave enough to love him, brave enough to confess, and more brave than him to let Suguru go so easily.

Unfortunately, your heart mistook it as affection, sometimes even love. But that is not the worst part of all this. Satoru played along with you until he was aware of your emotions, his emotions. And before he could reconcile, you left. You had to because you could not forgive him so easily for what he did and how he did.

Moreover, he had enough on his plate. But Satoru never thought he would see you years later at a pub sitting opposite to Shoko sharing a smoke and a couple of beers. How could you let go of him so easily? Did you not love him enough? Or was it just a silly teenage crush? Secretly, he wished to be like you— empathetic, honest, and blah blah blah! He is everything that you are not. He is everything that you do not deserve. He is everything that you would drown in the pool of regret.

Satoru leans forward kissing your cheeks. You do not protest and even if you did he could easily overpower you. After all that is exactly why you are in such a predicament. Your so-called ex-boyfriend towering above you while you are wasted. You had to take painkillers because the moment Satoru saw you with Shoko, you knew you could not lose him even if you ran away.

“don’t let me lose you too.” he murmurs as he starts kissing softly along your neckline, towards your cleavage, and down to your stomach. “you’re the last good thing left for me in this world.” You get up and hold his face in between your palms. He retorts to give you space but you do not let go of your hand from his face.

“I hate the way that I don’t hate you,” you remarked with a scoff. Satoru jerks away from you. He pinches the bridge of his nose. He is going to dissociate any minute now— “I know you have a heart because I feel it breaking.”

“Oh, now you care?” He snaps. Of course, he does.

“you always push people away.” You start. “Let it care,” but Satoru is quick to interrupt.

“this time I won't. this time I — he sounds so earnest that you think he must have spent all these years without you stuck in a flux of regret and hurt which is unexpecting of him“You know how things were back then. Geto left—”

“yeah.” You pause. “I know.” You inhale heavily, trying to swallow your tears. “which is why I left. So that neither of us had to deal with the hurt we were supposed to deal with. Does that makes sense to you ’tooru?” God! You sound awful with that breaking voice of yours. The painkillers are not helping either. Your mind is so fuzzy and you could feel your nerves tickling but there is nothing to worry about. You have always been honest with him. Maybe that is why he pushed you away.

Your eyes were almost on the verge of betraying you but a firm grip on your wrists kept you awake enough to feel the fervent kiss of his. You did not resist but rather let him sink his teeth into until his grip loosened, groans softened and you tasted a little blood while sucking his lips. You are not sure whose blood it is and you do not need to. He was not playing when he said he won't push you away this time. This is dangerous. You can not run or hide from him anymore. What a pain! Satoru rolled over the bed with you on top. He settled you on his lap quickly before discarding your jacket on the floor.

“There is no turning back now.” He stated holding by your waist.

“Too late to regret now” You murmur against his lips before kissing him. You feel him smile while giving him the taste of his own blood.

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hyuckilstan · 1 year

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Make it up to you -P.Sh

Pairing!— Seonghwa x afab!reader

Genre!— Angst, smut, fluff if you squint?

warnings!— cunnilingus, protected sex, a whole lot of apologizing and petnames, make-up sex but its soft, possessiveness more like over protectiveness, kinda toxic ngl.

Summary!— Your boyfriend wants to make sure you know how sorry he feels, and how could you reject him when he was being so genuine.

Wc!— 2.1+k words

a/n!— oka I’m back lol and I thought why not make my comeback with a hwa fic (also there might be some typos idk 💀)

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Right now, You’re fucking done with everything.

You’re done with Seonghwa, your boyfriend, you’re done with yourself, heck you feel like you’re done with the relationship.

“I can fucking take care of myself Hwa!” you shout back, feeling frustrated, you know Seonghwa loves you, so much so that he loves to pamper you, sometimes too much that it feels like he thinks of you as a mere child he wants to protect.

Just like tonight, you had peacefully told him that you would be fine if he left you alone at the bar while he goes to chat with his friends, since they were celebrating Hongjoong’s big day as a producer after all, although you’re pretty sure you've ruined the night for him.

Seonghwa just couldn’t resist when he saw some guy hitting on you and even swung his fist at him, resulting in you both standing outside after getting kicked out, arguing.

When you told him once again that he shouldn't have been so protective he blurted out something along the lines that you said that cause you do love the attention, or something like that.

You don’t really remember.

You don’t want to remember.

“We’ve been over this Y/N, I do this because I care for you,” he still refused to admit that what he had said and done were wrong, maybe you were dramatic about him being protective, but what he had said after hurt you more than you wish it did.

“Am I like a goddamn child to you?! I am an independent person Hwa, I can make my own choices and protect myself too, I don’t need to be dependent on someone to do that for me!” You think you’re screaming, you’re not sure, your ears are still ringing because of the loud music, and you feel like your senses are numb and your tears won't stop falling.

Seonghwa hates seeing you like this, more so that he is making you feel like this, but he just wants you to understand that he does it all because he loves you, without a second thought, he says some words he immediately regrets.

“So you call allowing that fucking man to throw himself at you independent? Maybe you are a fucking child Y/N.”

You think you can hear your heart shatter into a million pieces, you don’t respond, mainly cause you are physically unable to, you just want to scream and cry, and you do.

“Stop. I- I’m heading home, and don’t you dare follow me,” you sob and Seonghwa stands stunned when he realizes what he has said and done.

You can hear him calling your name but you choose not to, still sobbing and tears flowing like a river, you open the door to Wooyoung’s car, who had told you before you and Seonghwa left that he could drive you home, almost as if he knew that you would want some distance from your boyfriend.

Wooyoung doesn’t question you, instead he drives to your home, he does tell you that it will be okay every now and then. You wonder if your relationship with Seonghwa is in a critical position, you wonder if you would ever make up.

You do know the amswer to whose questions when you do reach your home and Wooyoung gives you a tight hug, “Don’t worry Y/N, you’ll work things out, Seonghwa loves you nd you love him, arguments happen once in a while, I just know that you guys are made for each other,” he says and you nod, wiping your tears, bidding him goodbye as well as thanking him.

Once you enter your home, you feel like the place is colder, is it because of the feeling of dread you have for when Seonghwa will return home or just because of the weather? Either way, you decide to wash up and immediately head to bed.

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Its currently a little past 1 in the morning and it seems like you have cried yourself to sleep, but your ringtone wakes you up, you decide to bot pick up seeing that it was Hwa, but when he keeps on calling you finally pick up.

You don’t say anything, but you can clearly hear Seonghwa sniffing on the other side of the phone, “Y/N... Please, let me in, I’m so sorry, please, ” his pleads are pathetic and Seonghwa knows it.

You hang up without saying a word but you do get up to open the door, after mentally preparing yourself to face him of course

When you open the door, you see Seonghwa, possibly in the most hopeful yet miserable state you’ve seen. He looks stoked to see you, he starts crying, and you are about to start crying too.

He lets himself in, locking the door behind him, “Hwa-” before you can say more, Seonghwa’s soft lips are pressed against yours harshly, you both need this.

He effortlessly hoists you up so that your legs are wrapped around his hips, he doesn’t stop kissing you, instead he makes the kiss deeper, more intimate but you don’t complain.

He somehow managed to stumble into the bedroom and he gently lays you down on the bed, he pulls himself away and you almost whimper, “I’m sorry baby, are you okay with this?” he asks, his voice is full of hurt and regret, you can feel it, because that is also the same case for you when you speak out.

You cannot exaggerate how good he looks right now, his soft skin illuminated by the moonlight and his eyes that are glistening as they look up at yours.

“Hwa don’t stop, please,” you plead and he nods diving back in the kiss, his hands are all over your body now, your body is burning up, he feels so fucking good against you.

His lips leave yours but they start trailing down your neck, sucking and nibbling it, “Is this okay?” he asks for your assurance when his fingers are pulling at the waistband of your shorts, you nod, tugging at the hem of his shirt, Seonghwa nods as well, taking off his shirt in one swift movement and now you’re staring at him, observing his every next movements.

He slowly pulls your shorts down along with your underwear, your breath hitches when you feel his hot breath against your now wet core, “You don’t have to...” you say quietly but Seonghwa shakes his head in disagreement

“No baby, let me make it up to you, please?” he asks innocently, and who were you to say no to him, when you give him the green light he wastes no time in taking you in his mouth

He wets your already wet folds and starts flicking his tongue at your clit, “Fuck!” you groan, Seonghwa was always skilled with his tongue and that makes you feel intoxicated, he always looks so pretty between your legs.

Your fingers rake his hair, tugging his hair slightly to pull him closer, Seonghwa doesn’t complain, rather he loves it when yiu chase for your pleasure.

Your moans bounce off the walls of the bedroom as your boyfriend alternates between giving kitten licks to your cunt and flicking your clit with his tongue, Seonghwa softly moans when you tug his hair harsher, he was growing rock hard at this point.

He sucks at your clit making you gasp, “I’m so sorry baby, I love you I love you I love you,” he says between his sucks and licks, he continues repeating the words “I love you” and “I’m sorry” every now and then, and before you know it, tears are staring to fall again, this time not only because of hurt, but also because of pleasure.

He fucks his tongue into your wet hole while his nose brushes against your clit and Seonghwa feels contented when he hears your moans getting louder, but he wants to hear more from you.

So he wets his fingers in his mouth, fucking two digits into you, you moan out loudly when he starts curling them, the pleasure was starting to get really intense.

“That’s it baby, take it all for me, just want you to feel good,” he says and resumes on fucking you with his fingers and sucking your clit, “Hwa, I think- I’m going to cum soon-” you inform him and he hums, fucking his fingers into you even faster.

Curses leave your mouth as you buck your hips while the pleasure Seonghwa was delivering to you remained constant; you feel your climax arriving dangerously close and before you could warn him, you had came all over your boyfriend’s face.

You gasp at the sight of seonghwa’s face smeared with arousal, feeling more aroused when he licks it all up, “Fuck baby that was so hot,” he chuckles, he gets up to take off his clothes that were still on and crawling back up to the bed, staring right at you.

He gently cups your face, it feels nice and warm, “I feel so fucking stupid baby, will you forgive me?” he asks and you stare at him for a little longer before you hum, he’s still hesitant so you decide to speak up, “Hwa, I just want you to fuck the pain away,” you tell him and it causes his cock to twitch.

“Shit baby, you have no idea what you do to me,” he growls and Seonghwa, being the best boyfriend he (almost) always is obliges, he quickly grabs a condom from your nightstand and rolling it down along his erect length, he then aligns his dick to your hole after wetting it with your arousal.

He easily slides himself in, and you both moan in unison, you frantically reach out your arms to pull him closer, noticing this, Seonghwa starts kissing you again, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

He starts to slowly rock his hips towards yours, fucking in and out of you deliciously, “Yes, right there Hwa,” you moan when his length hits just the right spot, Seonghwa hums and continuously abuses that spot.

He swallows your moans as your tongues danced together, his hands are back to cupping your face and right now, you feel so loved, Seonghwa was making love to you.

“You feel so tight,” he groans, fucking even deeper into you, his lips are now against your neck again, this time peppering it softly, while you moan out without a single care, all your frustration leaving as pleasure arrives.

Your second climax is arriving and you need more, “Hwa, please- harder,” you ask, Seonghwa responds obediently to your request, he was now slamming his length into you at a fast pace, to which he loudly curses.

You reach your hands down to your clit, gently rubbing then, Seonghwa smirks amused, “That’s it baby, rub that clit while I fuck you so good,” he pants and you nod frantically.

When Seonghwa notices that your moans are getting more choked and louder he speaks up again, “You’re gonna cum for me again my love?” You nod and his groans follows your response, “Me too love- fuck- let’s cum together.”

You cannot form words, or at least coherent ones, you just take the pleasure you’re receiving, you can also tell that Seonghwa is close to the edge when you feel him twitch inside of you.

He places his hands at your hips tightly and pulls your hips and fucking into you, your choked out moans, the sound of skin on skin and his pants are the only thing you can now hear.

“Shit I’m cumming” he says and you do too as he continues to fuck into you while he empties his load in the rubber, once you both reach your climax, he rests his forehead against yours, you’re both breathing heavily at this point.

He lays himself next to you, softly kissing you, he brushes a portion of your hair behind your ear and sighs, “Y/N, I’m so sorry, I promise to never do or say those things again,” he apologizes again for you don’t even remember how many times but could feel how genuine Seonghwa was being.

You smile softly at him, which further reassured him that you have indeed forgiven him, “It’s okay Hwa,” you snuggle onto him, “Arguments can break out often, we can only do so much as grow from them,” you tell him.

Seonghwa cannot describe how happy he feels as well as how proud, he does realize now that you are a grown up who is capable of handling themselves and that he had been pampering and babying you too much.

“I love you so much,” he says pulling you in tighter against his chest, “I love you too,” you reply with a faint smile.

Wooyoung was right, you would’ve come up with a solution one way or the other, as weird as this may be, you managed to work things out.

You were made for each other.

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lxstfuck · 2 years

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Prompt: Teasing and eventually taking care of sub!eddie while he’s hiding from Jason and his gang, like telling him you know he couldn’t have hurt anyone cuz he’s your good boy, going down on him and eventually riding him to relieve his stress. Poor baby is so scared but the reader helps him forget even if it’s just for a little while 😵‍💫

Rolling, yelling and moaning a little.

You wish is my command dearie!

Stress free; Sub Eddie Munson x Dom fem reader

Tags: Little mommy kink (Eddie calls reader mommy twice), Aftercare duh!,dom Fem reader, sub Eddie, little bit of dacryphilia implied and lots of praise! S4 spoilers and changes since it's needed, i added a little titty play cuz he adores titties and your a bad bitch, unprotected sex (wrap it babes!), Cumming inside.

A/n: Just a little FYI you smoke and your not a little bitch nah! You do have piercings and ur tiddies are pierced and he absolutely loves it! That's it!

He was scared. No. He was terrified. You were the first person he talked to. He was so scared that sometimes he would threaten you. Eventually, Dusting and some other kids that Dustin said were friends. Still, you didn't trust anyone, not even the girl that was called Robin. You threatened Steve with a cracked bottle and when you glanced at your boyfriend, and he nod, you let them go.

They explained quickly that Eddie was in danger -but you knew that already- of course you knew this beforehand but still frowned at this. You wanted to help him. You'd give your life to protect him. But for now, you could only help him by staying by his side and caress him.

Not long after they left and promise to keep in touch Jason's gang came by. You were smoking a normal cigarette but you seriously doubted they knew the difference. So as soon as they saw you, long sweater and baggy pants, cigarette in hand they approached you.

“Where's your freaky boyfriend, L/N” You smirked, a shit eating grin that made them question what was so funny. “I know you know where he is or is he here with you?”

He kept questioning until you got bored and threw the cigarette on the grass, stepping on it with unnecessary force. Exhaling the last bit of smoke left in your mouth you licked your lips and raised your head and crossed your arms.

“I don't know where he is.” another boy you didn't really know raised an eyebrow. “Disappointed? My parents too.” you laughed at your own joke. “Trust me blondie. I wouldn't tell you even if i knew. Now," you clapped once, remarking your point. “I'm trying to get high and from what I see you're looking for an excuse to assert the little of dominance you have here so get out of I'll start kicking ass while smoking again.” Jason wouldn't dream of facing you.

No one would face you. You lived near Eddie and Max and for your own sake you had to learn to fight. You were in the fight club and you were one of the best so far. Your technique was always aggressive and cold.

“Go. Leave. Bye!" You yelled as they muttered something and left slowly. You cussed them and when you were sure they left you went back inside.

What awaited you was a curled up Eddie hiding in a corner as he covered his mouth. Almost like he was in a horror movie and he was about to get eaten by the monster. Maybe it felt like that to him. But to you, he was just a little cat that was scared. You believed him right from the start. He wouldn't hurt a fly. Even if the story came off as weird and rather fantasy like, you believed him.

“They're gone my cute wizard" He looked at you at the nickname to see you with a soft smile plastered on your face.

He cautiously stood up and hugged you. He towered over you but you still hugged him back and rubbed his back. Reassuring him everything will be fine.

“Do you really think i did that?" his voice was cracking and even if he looked the prettiest when he cried, you didn't want to see him cry right now. Not for this reason at least. “Promise i didn't do it..." He kept rambling about how he would never hurt her and telling the story over and over again. You kissed him softly to shut him. It worked like a charm.

“Of course you didn't do anything Eddie” your tone was soft, sincere and this Eddie noticed. “You're such a good boy. You would never do anything wrong". He sighed at this and you say in a corner and he sat in front of you. “Hmm?"

“I am? M' a good boy?” He questioned and you knew he needed this reassurance and when he leaned in to kiss your neck softly you knew where this was going so you played with his hair as he sighed and slid his cold hands inside the sweater.

A little later, the sweater was nowhere to be found, maybe on the floor, maybe stuck somewhere nearby. Your breast were exposed and he looked at you, a little plea in his eyes. You nod softly, putting your hands in his hair and caressing it as softly as you could. Brushing it gently and feeling his relax little by little. His big and calloused hands cupped your breast and his lips attached to the left one, sucking, kissing and sometimes biting. He felt the cold metal of something in his mouth and then he realized, you had your piercing on. Lord knows he tries! He tries so hard to not bite it roughly. But he loves you and he loves that piercing.

“What's wrong Ed?" you call him out. A whisper and he can't help but whine when your hand snaked to his pants and palmed him through them. “Come on babe, tell me what you want”. It might've come up as mean, maybe a little teasing. But in reality you were helping him voice his desires.

“Mommy...” He voiced, head thrown back and eyes shut. His hips were going up unconsciously. “Mommy please wanna feel you” he pleas as you stand up to take off your pants, slowly, teasing, on leg after the other. You were left only in pantys. A cold breeze made you shiver as you ordered him to take off his clothes too. You put your sweater under him so he wouldn't sit on the floor and get hurt. After all you were taking care of him.

Once undressed he looked at you. Your legs were one at each side of him and your last piece of clothing was long forgotten s you took it off when he was undressing. You touched his dick, he was already hard, sensitive and ready to cum. You lowered you hips, his dick just touching your folds but never entering. You did this a few times only for him to say your name over and over, begging you to let him cum. And who were you to say no to him?

Finally, you lowered your hips, finally letting him enter you completely. You sighed. God he felt so warm inside, so perfect. Fit for him. His hands traveled to your breasts once again and he pulled you closer so he could suck on them as you bounced on top of him. The wet noises whenever he was almost completely out and you harshly thrusted yourself on him plus the loud smacks of skin to skin made it all sensual.

“Good boy Eddie. Doing so good for me” You praise in between moans and breathy sighs. He deserved that praise. He needed it too. And you were willing to give it to him.

He still had his face buried in your chest as he grunted and moaned your name like a broken record. Over and over again you named would be thrown around and it mixed perfectly with the lewd sounds that filled the room.

“That feel good honey?” You manage to ask as he nod, you felt him drool on you and you chuckled, almost tired due to the movements. But you weren't going to stop until he had released. “Whatcha say if you cum in me?" you question and this seemed to catch his attention because he started thrusting up roughly. You took that as an affirmative answer. “The do so, baby. Cum in me. My dear baby". You held onto him and pulled his hair a bit as you moaned praises into his ear until you felt him fill you. The feeling was so intense that it made you cum as well. Your breathing was heavy and you knew you were both dirty. Still, you guys needed to clean up. You managed to get outside and cum was going down your leg. You smiled when his air caught up.

“Lets go take a shower mmk? I'll help you get washed” he nod and he looked at the sweater you had. It was messy, dirty. “Don't worry, I'll just have one the spare shirts you keep here. Or I'll call Robin to bring me one".

“No. Have mine". He muttered and you couldn't help but kiss him. You put on your underwear and pants. Threw on his shirt and walked to turned on the shower. You were willing to do it all over again if it meant getting his pretty head off the situation for a few minutes at least.

!The art isn't mine! I just did the banner, credits to whoever made it.

HERE YA GO! It took me two days but it's here! Hope you like it!

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idkjustsupersonic · 11 months

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Uhh so never wrote actual smut before aside from my 80+ drafts theres only a few which ive tried to write. I hope this is good 👍🏻

Warnings: protected sex (wear a condom pls), fingering, oral m to f, kissing

The rain fell heavier and heavier as the patrol went on, it was quite boring as for once nothing was going on in Gotham. You and Jason just sat on top of a building eating a Happy Meal each from McDonalds.

"Sometimes I wish Gotham could always be like this," Jason said.

"Same... It's unusually peaceful."

You sipped on your drink as Jason stuffed down the rest of his fries then started sipping on his drink.

You both sat there, finishing off your meals then went to go find a bin. When you did, you placed your rubbish in the bin and went back up to find Jason.

What a surprise, no where in sight. You sat back down as the rain dripped on your face and soaked your hair. It was only 11pm so you had about hour or so until the patrol finishes.

You felt two hands grab your shoulders, making you jump. You turned around, smiling.

“Boo!” Jason yelled, laughing.

“Funny, Todd…”

Jason sat down next to you once again, looking down at the streets.

“Do you want to come back to mine after this?” Jason asked.

“Well, my roommate is probably having some fun with her boyfriend as he’s sleeping around today so why not,” you smiled.

The last hour of the patrol consisted of you both just sitting up on the roof until you followed Jason back to his.

You both went through the window, Jason kicking off his boots and started getting undressed as you came in.

“Get in the shower, Jay. I don’t want to see your ass!” You laughed.

“You’re gonna see way more later, darling,” he laughed back.

You smiled at this, not knowing what he had in plan.

After he got in the shower, you went in the shower and rinsed yourself off. One of Jason’s shirts and a pair of his boxers on the side.

You and Jason were close so it wasn’t really that big of a deal and you both had feelings for each other but you both never had the confidence to tell one another.

You dried yourself as you got dressed into Jason’s clothes and went back to his room.

You laid in his bed next to him, trying not to hog the blanket.

You both kept moving around all night, not being able to sleep.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jason finally broke the silence.

“Yeah?” You replied.

Jason turned over to look at you.

“I love you,” Jason said.

You looked at him, it may of been dark but you looked him straight in the eyes.

“I love you too, Jason,” you said.

You cupped his cheeks with your hands and pulled him into a kiss.

It felt like the most long awaited kiss ever. You two have loved each other since you were both teenagers, it was crazy and you weren’t even going to lie about it.

Jason grabbed your waist and flipped you under him. He released the kiss.

“I don’t think you know how long I was waiting for you to do that,” Jason said.

“Same here,” you smiled.

Jason kissed you again, it was so much more passionate. He then started kissing down your jaw and then onto your neck, leaving hickeys all over it.

You gripped onto his hair, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Jay-“

“Yes, darling,” he whispered.

“I-I need you,” you said, hesitantly.

He nodded, pulling down his boxers off you. He started rubbing your clit with his fingers and placing kisses on your thighs.

You moaned, grinding your pussy against his fingers.

Jason continued the action then shoved a finger inside you. You moaned loudly, suddenly placing a hand to your mouth.

Jason looked up at you, his other hand grabbing your hand and placing it back down on the mattress.

Jason lips attached to your pussy then he placed another finger into you. You were moaning, sweating and your thighs were shaking around his head.

The coil in your stomach was about to snap but Jason’s mouth unlatched off of you and his fingers were pulled out. Your pussy was clenching around nothing and you were whining at the emptiness.

“Jason, please…” you whined.

“The only time I’ll make you cum, darling, is around my cock,” Jason whispered, pulling down his boxers.

He revealed his hard cock, it wasn’t anything you’ve seen before. It was so thick and long.

Your mouth suddenly went wide open.

“I don’t think that’s going to fit, Jay-“

“I’ll make it fit,” Jason said, cutting you off.

Jason opened a drawer from beside his bed and grabbed a condom. He opened it up and placed it around himself.

“Just tell me when to move,” Jason said.

His eyes were like hawks, they were looking but they also knew exactly what to do and where to go. Jason placed the tip in and continued to slowly thrust the rest. Before just laying there on top of you.

You were moaning, and tears went down your cheeks. It was painful but it slowly turned into pleasure.

Jason kissed you, inhaling your moans and then he started to thrust into you slowly. You grabbed Jason’s shoulders as you didn’t know where else to place your hands as Jason’s hands were on your hips.

Jason then started thrusting faster and faster. Both of your breathings sped up, Jason’s lips came off of yours as he started groaning slightly.

“You’re so tight, baby,” Jason murmured.

Jason continued to abuse your insides, your thighs were shaking and your toes were curling. His tip touching your g-spot every single time.

“Jay, I’m going to cum-“ you moaned.

“Same.”

Jason’s thrusts suddenly got sloppy, he started going faster.

You moaned loudly when you came. The second Jason did, he pulled out and laid down next to you.

“I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had…” Jason whispered.

“Same, I’ve been waiting so long for that,” you whispered back.

Jason got the condom off him and tied it up then placed it in the bin next to his bed.

Jason grabbed his and yours boxers off the floor and he threw yours at you and started placing his on. You shimmied up into the boxers.

“Come here,” Jason said.

You rolled over next to him and he wrapped a hand around your waist and the other on your cheek. You wrapped your hands around his neck and kissed him.

He kissed back and you both kissed each other until you both fell asleep.

The sun came in through the window, Jasons hands resting on your waist and his snoring echoing through the room.

You looked at him as if you were in love and you were. Jason’s eyes started fluttering open, he looked at you with love in his eyes.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you murmured.

“Morning, beautiful,” he whispered.

You both laid there for a minute before Jason interrupted the silence.

“Y/N, this is a one time thing isn’t it?” Jason said, sounding slightly upset.

“No. No, it’s not, Jay.”

“If it’s not a one time thing, will you be my girlfriend?”

You kissed him. It was like a replay of last night.

“I take that as a yes,” he responded.

You nodded, smiling.

#x reader #x yn #x you #jason todd x reader #fluff #batfamily #batfam #jason todd #x you fluff #smut #red hood #dc robin

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monty-glasses-roxy · 4 months

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We lowkey talked about this before but I feel this deserves its own moment. So, Prototype Freddy, the headless guy, right?

What if Cassie and the others get him all fixed into a whole Freddy again (I like the idea that his repaired self mirrors Glamrock Freddy's like earring on the other ear and chest bolt facing the other way,) so he becomes their friends too.

And most of them at least, especially Roxy I think, not only welcome him with open arms but straight up treat him as 'their' Freddy AKA totally replacing Glamrock Freddy-- which only further isolates and excludes him when "choosing Gregory over them" already did that too.

I feel like that'd sting for Glamrock Freddy especially with Chica if they being longtime friends or family for being older mascots is a thing.

Also sting in a different way if Roxy and Prototype Freddy actually end up with a far better affinity than she and Glamrock Freddy ever did.

And to rub more salt, eventually Cassie finds Bonnie as well and they try to fix him as much as possible until it's st least enough for him to come online. Then when it's time to catch up with old friends or meet new ones, they have Prototype Freddy there instead of Glamrock Freddy.

I don't think Cassie would do any of this to purposely target Glamrock Freddy but I kinda feel like Roxy would be bitter enough to. After all he "chose that brat he calls a son Gregory and CONTINUES choosing him over them all despite everything he's done to them, so if that's the bed he chose to make then he's going to have to lie in it."

Oooooo this is fun

Imma start by thinking that if Roxy never liked Freddy before, then she probably wouldn't welcome a repaired Freddy into the group very quickly. That whole dynamic would be pretty interesting though, like Roxy could be getting between him and the others every chance she gets to try and make sure he doesn't hurt them again... It might be appreciated at first, I mean this guy looks almost exactly like him and talks with the same mannerisms as him, it's gotta be a bit difficult seeing him around again. Presuming everyone's fixed up, then yeah I can see Roxy going the over protective route until she's outright told to stop. Roxy's a security node/guard dog with nothing to guard anymore, and several very hurt friends to watch out for, she just fell naturally into this without even noticing :(

But that just makes the turnaround more fun, right? Despite everything, Prototype Freddy is a good guy! He could listen to her, try helping her out with whatever it is she's up to, find it funny when she starts a golf club sword fight with Monty, be nothing but protective of all of them, be so damn respectful of her boundaries she starts to feel bad for yelling at him about it... and gradually, she stops watching him like a hawk, waiting for an excuse to kick his shit in. At some point, these two are hanging out and getting along perfectly well it's crazy to her how similar he is to the old Freddy but so different in every way that matters. They're friends now! She wishes this Freddy was the Freddy they'd had from the very beginning! Things would have been so different with this guy and it pisses her off sometimes!

And oh god yeah it'd sting so fucking bad for the others, especially Chica and Monty that the old Freddy chose Gregory over them. He basically sacrificed them and for what? It's such a betrayal, and since they and Sunny and Moon were all friends with him, I can see at least a few of them forgetting this isn't the same Freddy every now and then. He says something they don't expect and they flinch as the truth hits them all over again... that's gotta hurt. Were they not worth anything to him? How could they do this to them?

That's fun...

But yeeessss bringing Bonnie back in a situation like this (though without the prototype Freddy) is something that I have happen in my Meteors AU and it's gold. How do you handle waking up after maybe a year has passed to discover your almost boyfriend set a rabid child on all your friends and family, then ditched them when they needed him the most? How is he supposed to take that? Denial? A desperate spiral into camera footage and questioning, searching for answers? For any kind of evidence that they all might be mistaken? That this was all just one big misunderstanding? His Freddy wouldn't do that... He wouldn't! He's sure of it!

And this Prototype isn't Freddy! Why is he here?! Did everyone just replace him?! This is some Fazbear Entertainment levels of bullshit!! His Freddy was worth more than that!! How could they do exactly what Fazbear would have done and just swap him out for a new one?! What's wrong with them?!

The pain is so good for this oh my god I love it

I like to think that once the reality of what Freddy did sinks in, Bonnie grows to hate him. It hurts to hate him, but he's so fucking betrayed by what he's done, how can he not hate him? He can't still love him! He can't! (He does) It's not fair!

And Freddy would be devastated by all of this holy shit. Seeing everyone with the Prototype, happier with the Prototype, and feeling like everyone moved on and replaced him. Even Bonnie. Heartbreaking.

And yeah you're so right. Cassie wouldn't have done any of this to target Freddy, but Roxy would have for sure. Maybe the idea that this would upset Freddy if he ever sees it is what convinces her to give Prototype Freddy a chance? A kind of "I'm going to pretend to be your friend on the off chance Freddy sees and feels like shit for it" turning into her genuinely valuing his company kind of thing. Maybe he kinda figured that's what her plan was originally and decided to just go along with it and let her do her thing, being genuinely surprised himself to end up friends with her? Lotta ways you can play that!

I love this Prototype Freddy is neat!!

#fnaf security breach #pop rox answers #behold!!! talking about the only version of freddy I actually think is cool!!!#Ruin Freddy is cool as fuck!!!#you go you funky lil headless monster!!!#all he needs now is a horse!!!#lmao anyway this is fun and I love this

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ten-shi-fandoms · 1 year

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Hi! It's been a while! Sorry for not being active but i will try to be now ^^ Anyways i hope you enjoy this self indulgent Aki x Fiend!Male reader one-shot ^^

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Warnings: Heavy mentions of violence, Slight Mentions (like twice-) of Blood/Blood licking, Mentions of smoking, Slightly suggestive, Slightly OOC Aki

♡ Mainly Angst with a Fluff/Slightly suggestive ending

♡MDNI/FEM!ALIGNED DNI

♡

"And here we are again.. All over again like the first time we met.. Am I just a devil to you too.."

Once again they were arguing..

Once again they were yelling..

And once again they were hitting.

All because Aki didn't want to put his cigarette out..

This happened often.

(M/N) hated cigarettes. The smell, the taste he hated it while his boyfriend of a year often used them to destress. Sometimes they'd get into disagreements due to Aki's smoking habits but (M/N) knew why he did it and usually tried to keep conflict to a minimum. Yet it always seemed to fester up during times like these. They had both been out on difficult jobs that day and went back to (M/N)'s place exhausted. When Aki got there he did what he usually did.

He lit a cigarette..

And for some reason it irritated (M/N) off the momment he saw it.

"Can you put that out Aki? I don't want my apartment smelling like smoke."

Even though (M/N) didn't mean it to sound as irritated as it did but the tone in his voice pissed Aki off.

"It's only one time, plus you can just open a window."

This small interaction started a hour long screaming match between the two. Aki had long forgotten the cigarette at that point as he continued to raise his voice but (M/N) didn't back down. Everytime Aki's voice raised so did (M/N), he was sure people on the top and bottom floor of his apartment complex could hear them but he didn't care. But like always their argument never just stayed verbal.

They begun fighting...

Punching, kicking, slapping, pushing everything that could be done with physical combat was done. Aki's face was covered in scratches and bruises. His neck and cheek were cut. Blood oozing out of the fresh wounds the (h/c) head had done. While the said (h/c) head had busted knuckles, blood running from his lip as a result of being punched in the mouth by Aki. They were panting. Out of breath. Before (M/N) could say anything the devil hunter beat him to it..

"I wish i would've killed you.. Fiends.. Devils.. They aren't so diffent you know.."

And suddenly (M/N) felt his heart shatter.

He stood up straight letting the words of his lover sink into him.

His ears ringing, vision going blurry until he felt warm wet drops drip down his face. A small sob leaving his lips before he could make it stop.

"And here we are again.. All over again like the first time we met.. Am I just a devil to you too.." His voice cracked as he took a deep breath trying to keep his composer not wanting to break down.

Not infront of someone.

Not infront of a human.

Not infront of him..

Aki paused. This was the first time he had saw the other look like he was in distress. He felt sick to him stomach.

Maybe it was guilt..

Maybe it was the fact that he was the one who made such a normally kind person look so sad..

Maybe it was because he hurt the person he promised to protect..

To love..

To cherish..

(M/N) took another deep breath before pointing at the door, tears welling up more in his glossy eyes.

"Get out.."

Aki didn't say a word knowing to much had already been said. He nodded, quietly bowing to the other before leaving. Letting the (h/c) head sit down holding himself finally letting the tears fall...

The next few days passed with the two still not talked. It was frustrating to most who knew the two.

They didn't speak to each other. They would walk opposite ways when they even saw the other. They would push past each other if the had to go to the same place.

Himeno being friends with both tried to get them to reconcile which ended up in yelling from (M/N)'s side and dismissal from Aki's.

Power and Denji didn't know what to do. Aki was practically mopping around their shared apartment. He even got to the point where he was to distraught to cook for them. That was breaking point for them. Denji and Power could live with Aki mopping but when their food was involved they would not stand for it.

So they made a plan. It was simple.

Make them talk.

Sounds easy enough.

But how?

Denji and power used all their collected braincells to bring both Aki and (M/N) to their shared apartment and force them to talk.

And surprisingly they succeed.

Power had brought (M/N) to their apartment with the excuse that Meowy missed him and that he should bring treats and toys for Meowy to play with.

(M/N) did just that, having fallen in love with the furry feline when Power begun living with Aki. When he got there he didn't see Meowy.

Instead he was Aki standing up pointing and scolding Denji about something. As soon as he saw the familiar face he begun to back up trying to bolt out the door. Only for Power to push him into the living room. The sound of movement made Aki look up pausing when he saw the other male. Before he could say anything Denji bolted up, him and Power running outside closing the door shut holding onto it so the two inside couldn't get out.

"Denji, Power what the hell are you doing!" Aki snapped walking towards the door banging on it causing the culprits to giggle and laugh.

"It's your own fault! You two make up I want curry tonight and can't get it unless you stop mopping around and make it!" Denji yelled.

"No make up!" then it all went silent.

Neither Aki nor (M/N) spoke. The silence was deafening. All they could do was sit on the floor not saying a word.

Finally after a long moment of silence Aki spoke first. "I'm sorry for what I said. I shouldn't have said that. I.. I didn't mean it..."

(M/N) glanced at Aki. He knew Aki wouldn't lie, he was to humble for that. All the (h/c) head could do was sigh. "I'm sorry to.. I didn't mean to snap at you for smoking.."

Aki hummed a bit acknowledging the other male. When Aki turning his head his eyes landed on the (h/c) heads face. His features soft like a weight had been lifted off his shoulder.

Aki gently rubbed his hand against (M/N)'s cheek his eyes trailing to the other male's lips causing the (M/N) head to smile.

"You can kiss me you know." Aki chuckled lightly pressing his lips against the soft (s/c) ones.

The kiss started off soft, gentle a means of apologizing in more ways than words could ever say but soon the kiss grew heated.

Lips being bitten, tongues forcing into each others mouths fighting for dominance by the end of the kiss they were panting. Saliva in a small thread collecting (M/N)'s bruised lips to Aki's bitten ones. Blood collecting on his bottom lip as a result of the fiend biting them. The (h/c) head leaned forward tongue running over the bluenette's lips collecting the blood on his tongue savorying the metallic taste.

Maybe it was watching the (h/c) head swallow his blood.

Maybe it was the heated kiss.

Or maybe it was heavy tension in the air but Aki couldn't get enough. His stoic expression stayed unmoving, yet the small dust of red on his ears and cheeks gave him away.

He loosely wrapped his hands around (M/N)'s waist pulling him impossibly close as if he would disappear if he ever let go.

(M/N) smiled relaxing into his touch only for his breath to hitch feeling Aki's warm finger move under his shirt. Feathery light hands rubbing along the curves of his back.

"How about we lock those two out.. I think i should show you how much I'm sorry..~"

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader #aki hayakawa #aki x you #male reader insert #male reader #headcanons #csm #csm x reader #csm x you #csm aki #x reader #reader insert #aki hayakawa x male reader #angst #csm angst #denji #csm power #csm denji

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servin-up-surveys · 1 year

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survey #116

(taken february 19th; uploading surveys taken while gone... two more after this!)

Is your bed big enough for two people? Yeah.

Who protects you? My mom. Girt. Dad.

When was the last time you heard someone scream? Yesterday. It was my niece's bday party, and with her having two siblings who also had friends over, there were A LOT of kids in that house.

Who was the last person to call you baby? I think Girt, but it's also very possible that the nurse who works in the lab at my doctor's office called me that the other day when she had to draw my blood. She is THE sweetest woman; she normally calls her patients "ladybug" I've noticed, but I'm quite certain I've heard her say "baby," too.

Why did you last go to the airport? Mom and I drove out to pick up my sister and her family, I think.

Who was the last person to see you in your underwear? My mom.

Have you ever showered with another person? Only as a child. I would absolutely hate to do that as an adult.

Are you in a heterosexual relationship? Well we're cis female x cis male, but I myself am not hetero; I'm pan. But I suppose the relationship itself is hetero.

What are your feelings for your ex-boyfriend? I wish him well - the best, honestly - but don't want anything to do with him.

Do you have a favourite sports player? No, I don't care about sports.

Do you play many online games? Only WoW.

Has anyone ever made fun of the way you pronounced something? Yes, in the case of "breakfast." I have always naturally pronounced it as "breaktfast," and people definitely notice. I don't know why I always add a "t."

Have you ever forged a note for something at school? No.

Do you know anyone who's been adopted? Yes.

Where did you last bleed from? The crook of my elbow from getting blood drawn.

Have you ever had your fortune told? No, I don't believe in that bullshit and I am not funding con artists.

Tell me something really bitchy a relative has done. I'd say disowning and kicking your daughter out of your house because she got pregnant out of wedlock from being drugged and date raped is, you know, SLIGHTLY bitchy.

What does the shirt you are wearing look like? It's a dark gray with colorful letters that say "wild at heart" on the front. It's super soft. Mom got it for me for Christmas and I guess I'm using it as a nightshirt now, because I slept in it last night and found it REALLY comfortable. I've been wearing solely tank tops as tops to bed for many, many years now, so this is new.

What was the last thing that stressed you out or upset you? Thinking too much about my first-ever gyno appointment literally tomorrow.

Have you ever tried avocado toast? I absolutely hate avocados, so no.

Were you ever homeschooled? I was homebound at the very end of middle school. I was going to stay that way, but I decided shortly before high school would start that I wanted to go to public school.

How would you react if your artwork became famous? Cry, in the best way possible.

Would you get your nipples pierced? I've lightly considered it, but most likely not. I've thought of a compromise where I just try to see how I like one, but I don't *think* that's a body part that would look "right" with just one pierced, but what do I know.

How many people know your birthday? Idk. My immediate family (sometimes and sometimes not including my dad; he knows it's in early February but sometimes does blank on the actual date) and Girt do, I know.

What was the most disturbing thing you have ever heard your mother say? This was a VERY long time ago, like I was a young teen or maybe even pre-teen, but she screamed at my sobbing sister that she was a slut. I don't even know if Mom remembers doing this, but I sure as hell do because I could barely believe it came out of her mouth. Also, to defend my sister, she has never in ANY way been a "slut." I very regularly wonder if Ashley has ever forgiven her, because Mom has severely grieved this "rift" she feels between them for well over a decade. She's always sad about how cold she perceives Ash as being towards her.

Do you think your grandmother is/was beautiful? My maternal grandmother was a fucking witch, I don't care how she physically composed herself. I don't even remember how Dad's mom looked.

Do you ever name objects? (i.e. mp3 players, guitars, cars, etc.) No. Well, sometimes still stuffed animals, but not usually anymore.

Do you have a criminal record? No.

Last person you took a nap with? Girt.

Does seeing your mother cry automatically make you feel sad as well? YES. INTENSELY.

Do you think someone likes the same person you like? I mean, it's totally possible. He's a great guy. Although he does mostly stick to himself; besides work and coming to see me, he doesn't really go out places. I know he has a multitude of online/gaming buds, though.

Have you ever used Nair? Yes. It works to some extent, but it's not very practical for me; my leg hair is too long, thick, and dense for Nair to work well. It's gonna take me just as long as shaving normally, and I'm gonna apply layer after layer and just make a mess.

Has a stranger ever offered to buy you a drink? Ew, no.

What was the last thing that you said to one of your siblings? Just some form of goodbye yesterday, I'm sure.

What is the most expensive thing that you’ve purchased that you paid for: My snake. For right now, anyway. The tattoo I want, IF I go to the artist I initially planned, will be more expensive than her. However, I'm in the process of talking to another really good artist that is very popular 'round here because the price the original guy gave me just... seems very overpriced for what I'm getting, it really really does.

Do you eat fast food more than five times a week? Yikes, no.

Have you ever almost drowned? No.

Have you ever learned something shocking about someone through Facebook? Not in a NEGATIVE way, but I was definitely very surprised to learn an old high school friend of mine has donated eggs for the cash. It just surprised me.

What’s the scariest living animal that you’ve petted? A tarantula, at that time. They still sorta creeped me out, so I was a bit apprehensive, but I totally fell in love with her. She was one of the most popular beginner species for how docile they are, and even if she DID bite me, the effects would have been negligible. Don't *pet* tarantulas by the way, their urticating hairs will mess you up, and hers sure did for me! My skin was fuuuucked up, and rose hairs aren't even known to have super aggressive hairs.

What is the funniest or strangest thing you’ve ever heard somebody say in their sleep? Good question. You should ask that to people who sleep with ME, lmao.

Choose one: Butterfinger, Milky Way, Snickers: I hate Snickers, Butterfingers are only okay, but Milky Ways are DIVINE.

Who is your favorite person to hug? Girt!!

What are your plans for next weekend? I'm not doing anything that I know of right now, but I'd like to hopefully do this horse photoshoot that's been in the works, if the weather cooperates and their owner doesn't have work.

When was the last time you had chocolate? I had a cupcake at the party yesterday that was chocolate.

Have you ever gotten in trouble for using a phone in class? No, I honestly never did that.

Have you ever faked sick to get out of something? Oh for sure, especially when in school.

When was the last time you wore a skirt? Oh I have ZERO idea, I had to be a kid.

What colour is your bed sheet? White.

What was the last thing you cooked? I put some fries in the air fryer today.

Are your siblings allergic to anything? Nicole is allergic to latex, I know. Maybe there's other stuff.

Do you know anyone with a pet snake? I have a darling one myself, and I know Mazzy has them as well! I might have other friends that do, but I'm blanking right now.

Has your house ever had a pest infestation? "Infestation" is way too strong of a word, but at an old house, we sometimes had mice issues in the winter months.

Have you ever dated a bad boy? I guess you could call Juan that. That "dating" lasted less than a day, but we definitely had an obvious "thing" beyond that time frame.

Name one favorite thing to do with kids while babysitting. I hate babysitting, but I do like playing especially nostalgic video games with kiddos.

Name one girl’s name that starts with a "J" that you like. Justine. I really do love me some Italian and French girls' names...

Name one boy’s name that starts with a "J" that you like. Uhhh... Jaxson is one.

Have you ever feared that you would be killed? I sincerely feared I was going to in some way be assaulted the last time I was at the mental hospital and confronted the creepiest fucking patient I've EVER encountered during ANY hospital visit. He SHOULD NOT have been on the same wing as regular patients, and boy did the staff like to NOT heavily enforce this very-probable rapist not coming onto the fucking female side, which is SUPPOSED to stay locked and only have the genders join up for groups... This was the most predatory human being I've ever, EVER met and the mere thought of him makes my skin crawl.

Name one thing you liked as a kid. Dinosaurs.

Name something local that you like. We have a snowcone place around here that is SUPER popular because their products are fucking INCREDIBLE. They have an insane variety of combinations, and I promise you've never had a snowcone quite like theirs. It was probably Sara's favorite part about visiting here, lol. They're sadly closed during the colder months, so it's been a real while since I've eaten there.

List one thing you like to do at the lake. Take photographs.

Name five words you like. Serendipity, tranquility, serenity, wunderschön (you never said they had to be English, lol), and bliss.

List five things you need to do soon. I plan on feeding Venus tomorrow, I need to make those damn ads to sell my flute and guitar already, I'd like to finish up at least my photography resume real soon, I sure would love to resume working on the drawing of Sariya I started forever ago, and I need to get back to regularly working on my therapy workbook.

Have you ever been to a metal concert? Not yet; Alice Cooper is classic rock. I ABSOLUTELY want to go to plenty of metal concerts in my lifetime, though.

Do you like the taste of cilantro? I'm pretty sure I do?

What was the last thing to bum you out? I was VERY excited about this temporary food photography job I found on Indeed a few days back because it absolutely sounded doable for me, but it was snagged up quicker than I could finish up my resume...

Do you have a favorite planet? Saturn, closely followed by Jupiter.

What’s a medication that has really helped you? Latuda literally saved my motherfucking life.

Have you ever broken up with somebody? Yeah.

What was the biggest phase you went through when you were younger? Emo, I guess. You could probably argue that I still am, but I juuuust don't care. I have no idea how the label has evolved or anything.

Do you believe in demons? No. Restless/angry spirits, yes, but not demons.

Have you ever seen a spider consume another spider? On video I have, especially when I very regularly watched tarantula YouTubers and they filmed their breeding projects; the females eating the males is very, very common, even though good owners try to intervene if it's reasonable and safe, but that is absolutely not always possible. It's possible I've seen this happen to small spiders irl, but I don't know for sure.

What’s your favorite fruit? Strawberries. I really love kiwi, too, but have it much more rarely.

Have you ever been dehydrated? Oh absolutely. I used to drink basically no water, for a VERY long time.

What is your favorite kind of Cheeto? (spicy, regular, puffs, etc.) The hot crunchy kind are the best. I in general prefer the crunchy ones; the puffy ones get caught in your teeth SO badly. Man, now I want Cheetos, thanks, haha.

Do you have a skincare routine? Not really, but I pretty desperately should with how insanely dry my skin is like, everywhere...

Would you ever donate a kidney to a stranger if applicable? Realistically, I wouldn't. Primarily because what if a family member or close friend needed one? THEN I wouldn't even hesitate, honestly.

Do you have any unusual things wrong with your body? (I have different-length arms and hands for example.) Uhhhh let's see. I know one of my breasts is slightly larger than the other, but that is super common - I think even normal - for women. I also have reason to believe I may have a tilted uterus, but I have no verification of that. Uhhhh maybe there's something else, but idk and I don't feel like thinking forever on this.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal questions

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mackenzielovee · 3 years

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jealous - rafe cameron

a/n: hi! im kinda a mess right now and this story is a little all over the place so im sorry if you hate it lol but i really wanted to write something based on what i think Rafe would really be like as a bf so here it is! (not my pic)

Summary: Your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, takes you to a party.

Warnings: swearing, drug use (cocaine), alcohol consumption, mentions of sex

Word Count: 2k

my writing

You can hear the music coming from the house before you see it. It's Friday night on Figure Eight, and you already know what that means. Accompanying your boyfriend to yet another party. You and Rafe have been together for almost a year, and some days, you really think you could rip his head off.

You hadn't even wanted to come tonight. When you voiced that to Rafe, however, he told you with a shrug of his shoulders that he'd just find someone else to dance with. Of course, it started a fight, and now, you're sitting in the back of Topper's Jeep beside Rafe, watching as he stares at his phone.

He isn't talking to you or looking at you, but apparently it's enough for him that he just knows exactly where you are and what you're doing. It's not enough for you, though. You reach over and grab his hand from his phone, looping yours through it. Rafe hesitates at first, wanting his hand back so he can continue what he had been doing. When he sees your expression, his eyes soften just a bit and he relaxes into his seat and your touch.

Topper parks the car and tells all of you to hop out, which you do with the help of Rafe. You appreciate that he doesn't let go of your hand, even though you know it's only because you all are approaching the party and he wants every single person to know that you are with him.

Rafe leans over and kisses your temple quickly, then brings his lips down to your ear.

"Stay close, yeah?" he whispers, his hand gripping yours even tighter.

You know the drill by now. Of course you're going to stay close, because Rafe never lets you get more than five feet away from him at these things. You envy the way Topper treats Sarah sometimes, even though you really think Topper's a tool and would never date him.

Once you all enter the house, Rafe moves his hand from yours to around your waist, leading you through the party and glaring at any guy that even looks over at you. You all make your way into the living room area and find seats on the couch, Rafe immediately pulling you down dangerously close to him.

"Yo, who got this shit?" Rafe points to the cocaine on the table in front of him, the rolled up dollar bill tempting him.

"Bought it from Barry this morning, bro," Kelce speaks up, grinning. Kelce is always trying to please Rafe.

"Always reading my mind, brother," Rafe smirks, and leads forward to take a line without hesitation.

When he comes back up from his line, he grins and daps up Kelce, telling him it's good shit. Then, without you even moving, he leans over and kisses you roughly. His tongue enters your mouth quickly, which you accept and grab onto his neck. He moans into your mouth and then pulls away, immediately going back to the coke.

You sigh and sit back, pulling your phone out. You know Rafe will be high as a kite when you two leave tonight, which only makes you hopeful that he won't turn into an absolute asshole once that stuff kicks in.

He turns back to you with a devious smirk on his face, and before you can even ask what he's doing, he's collecting a line up on your thigh.

"I don't want that shit on me, Rafe," you grumble, but you know better than to move. He might just kill you if you spilled that shit all over the couch and the floor.

"Relax, baby," he tells you, not looking up at you. He's too focused on perfecting his line.

His friends all watch as he snorts a line up your thigh, all of them silently wishing they could do the same. You try not to roll your eyes at him and end up catching the eye of some guy standing in the corner of the room. He's watching you both, curious why you're hanging out with a guy like that. You just shrug and roll your eyes only halfway, telling the guy you're over it.

You're not sure why you do it, you suppose it's the concerned look in his eye as he watches. Nobody ever looks at you like that anymore.

When Rafe glances back up to you and sees you looking at another guy, he instinctively wraps his arm around your waist.

"I don't like the way he's looking at you," Rafe tells you, "Come sit in my lap."

His voice is raspy and his jaw is clenched as he pulls you into his lap, kissing on your cheeks and your neck as he stares at the guy. After only a minute or so, the guy is intimidated enough that he ends up walking out of the living room completely.

"Did you know him?" Rafe asks you, his eyes trailing the boy out of the room.

"No, baby," you sigh.

He catches the frustration in your voice and looks up into your eyes, reaching up and tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. This is the Rafe you love; the intimate, soft one. The one who isn't afraid to show you how he loves you.

"Are you having fun, princess?" he questions, his voice softer than it had been before.

You're not, but you know Rafe is enjoying himself and wants to stay and hang out. So, you take a deep breath and nod your head, giving him a convincing smile. Rafe smiles back and strokes his fingers against your cheek, then brings his hand down to your neck to pull you closer to him. He uses his nose to move your hair away from your ear so he can talk into it.

"I can't wait to get inside of you later, sweetheart," he whispers, feeling you instantly start to squirm against his lap.

His dirty talk always gets to you. The way his voice gets all raspy and needy just does things to your body that no other guy ever could.

"Is that right?" you tease him, bringing your lips dangerously close to him.

"Mhm," he hums against your lips, then closes the gap between the two of you.

He loves when you play with his hair, so you do. You can feel him getting excited underneath you, so you continue. One of his hands wraps around your throat and the other goes down to your ass, making you moan.

"Yo, Rafe, get a fucking room, man," Topper groans.

Rafe smirks against your lips and pulls away, gently setting you down beside him again. You try not to be mad that Topper interrupted the first ounce of attention your boyfriend has shown you tonight. Rafe leans forward to cut another line, so you stand and look around for a bathroom. When he doesn't notice you get up, you decide to just run really quick to one and then come back.

You walk from the living room into a kitchen, then see a little hallway that looks like it probably contains a bathroom. Once you get down the dimly lit hallway, you feel a hand on your arm, roughly yanking you around.

"What the fuck are you doing going off on your own?" Rafe snaps at you, his grip on your arm tightening. You can feel his nails digging into your flesh, making you wince.

"Rafe, you're hurting me," you tell him softly, gently trying to move your arm out of his grasp.

"You need to tell me when you have to go to the bathroom," he says harshly, then releases our arm.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, looking down at the floor. He brings his hand up and grabs your cheek, pulling your head up to look at him.

"C'mon," he tells you, "I'll take you."

He reaches down and takes your hand, leading you down the hallway and stopping at a random door. There's one guy waiting outside of it, who Rafe pats on the back once the two of you approach.

"Find another one," Rafe tells him.

The guy turns around and looks at Rafe like he's crazy, his eyes glancing over to you for a second. Protectively, Rafe's grip tightens around your hand.

"Dude, I've been waiting for a while. The line was long when I got here," the guy tells him, watching Rafe sarcastically smile.

"Interesting story, bro. Move along. Now," Rafe's voice is harsh.

The guy rolls his eyes and pushes past the two of you, deciding he doesn't have to go bad enough to put up with Rafe being an asshole. Rafe moves in front of the door, pulling you with him, and bangs on the door.

"Time's up," he yells, continuing to pound on the door.

The door opens up a second later, the guy Rafe had removed from the living room with his eyes earlier stepping out. Of course, you think.

"Ah, if it isn't the guy who likes to stare at my girl," Rafe grins devilishly.

"Rafe-" you start, wanting to tell him to let it go.

"Go inside, baby. I'll be right here when you're done."

He drags his hand toward the door, which in turn drags you toward the door. He lets go as soon as you're in the bathroom, then leans in and shuts the door for you. You can hear Rafe sizing up that poor guy outside, but you choose not to listen. You use the bathroom and then wash your hands quickly, trying your best to hurry so you can save that guy.

When you pull the door open again, Rafe is leaning against the doorframe with his phone in his hand. He looks up at you when you come out and doesn't speak, he just wraps his arm around your waist and leads you away, still looking at his phone.

When you get into the kitchen, Rafe suddenly pushes you up against the wall with no warning. He leans forward and grabs onto your cheeks, bringing his mouth up to yours roughly and kissing you. He quickly picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist, keeping you pinned up against the wall. You kiss him back, loving the way his hands feel all over your body. If you're honest, you're growing impatient for the night to end. You really just want Rafe to take you home and fuck you.

Rafe pulls away after a few minutes, gently setting you back down on the floor and taking his hand in yours again.

"You're mine, don't you forget it," he tells you, his voice demanding. You nod and reach up to wipe your lip, which seems to be covered in Rafe's saliva.

You watch Rafe's gaze as it lingers around the guy from the bathroom, who had just seen Rafe's explosive display of affection. You sigh, knowing that entire thing was just a way of Rafe to mark his territory.

"We're gonna go get Topper's keys," Rafe tells you, "I can't wait any longer. I need you, right now."

You give Rafe a real smile this time and nod your head, following him as he leads you through the crowd. After promising Topper you two wouldn't fuck in his Jeep, he hands Rafe his keys so you two can leave. Rafe tightens his grip around your hand as he pulls you back to the kitchen. He purposely walks past that guy again, muttering something in his ear as you two pass that you can't hear. When you look back, the guy looks disgusted.

When you two get back to Topper's Jeep, you're surprised when Rafe opens up the back door for you to get in.

"Why am I getting in the back?" you ask him.

He smirks, "We're getting in the back."

You look at the devious look on his face and figure out what he's up to, so you raise your eyebrow at him.

"You promised Topper we wouldn't fuck in his Jeep," you remind him.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "Yeah, and last month Topper promised me he wouldn't bend my nine iron when he beat up that Pogue on the golf course with my club. Trust me, baby. He owes me."

You sigh but do as you're told, watching Rafe's smirk only grow when you climb inside. No matter what that boy puts you through at these parties, the sex always makes up for it.

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mercurygguk · 3 years

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the first year | jjk (m)

genre; parents au + established relationship au

pairing; dad!jungkook x fem reader

✎ summary; in which jungkook learns that his new life as a parent can be difficult at times and that it takes a great amount of patience, but even with all that, jungkook wouldn’t trade it for anything.

warnings; my weak attempt at being funny, jungkook as a dad, SMUT; sexual activities, fingering, swearing, light dirty talk, actual sex, jungkook being a simp for his baby mama

word count; 4,121

➵ READ PART 1 HERE

a/n; here’s a part 2 of my dad!jungkook fic - hope you like it, enjoy!! also, please feel free to give some feedback <3 didn’t proof read at all, ignore any possible typos thx

Parenting is anything but easy.

That is something Jungkook has learned after the first few months of being a dad. His daughter is usually very easy to handle, very peaceful at most times and over all a very happy baby. However, she likes to wake him up in the middle of the night with loud cries. At this point Jungkook can’t even remember what it feels like to get 8 hours of sleep at night.

Tonight seems to be another one of those nights. Her cries are nothing but irritation, not satisfied with the lack of attention. Jungkook has learned the differences in her cries from the way they sound and whether there are tears or not. Sometimes she’s only doing it just to get some attention when all she really has to do is sleep. She must have inherited her mother’s temper and need for attention.

A heavy sigh falls from Jungkook’s lips, eyes still closed as he waits a few moments, hoping she’ll fall back to sleep without him having to get up and go to her room. Beside him, his girlfriend and the mother of his daughter is stirring, turning over to face Jungkook’s back. Scooting closer, you reach out to touch his back, your palm running up and down.

“I’ll get her,” you softly tell him, speaking into the darkness before blindlessly pressing a kiss to the skin of his back. Before you can get out of bed, Jungkook is getting up. You watch as he drags his feet out of the bedroom and down the small hallway to where his daughter is currently having a midnight crying fit. A small smile sneaks its way onto your lips, knowing he doesn’t mind getting her in the middle of the night despite how tired he sounds and looks.

There’s nothing in the world he wouldn’t do for her.

Jungkook carefully opens the door, peeking his head inside to see his 7-month-old daughter standing up in her crib, her hands tightly gripping the edge to hold herself up. He switches on the night lamp on her dresser, lighting up the room in a warm glow. Her big brown eyes with long lashes looks at him, no tears in sight, just a small mischievous grin on her face because he’s there to check on her again. The way she has him wrapped around her tiny pinky finger is beyond him.

“You little tease,” he coos with a smile as he steps closer to the crib, immediately picking her up when she reaches for him. Once she’s in his arms, she cuddles closer to him, head neatly tucked into the crook of his neck. Jungkook sighs deeply in content, running his hand up and down her back as he makes his way out of her room and back to you in the bedroom. You’re still awake when he appears in the doorway, a knowing smirk on your face as he moves closer to the bed. You reach out while pouting, wanting your baby girl in your arms. She’s already half asleep again as Jungkook hands her over before climbing into bed.

Jungkook watches with pure adoration in his eyes as the two most important girls in his life are cuddling up against him. You glance up at him, noticing the small smile he always seems to sport whenever you catch him looking at you and your daughter. She’s fully asleep now, completely unaware of the way her parents are watching her with proudness in their eyes and hearts.

“We got lucky, huh?” You softly say.

Nodding, Jungkook intertwines your free hand with his.

“We really did.”

“You know what we should?”

You turn to look at Jungkook, eyebrows raised in question. He looks out of the window in the living room, watching the skyline and tapping his chin as if he’s in deep thought. You wait patiently until he looks your way.

“We should throw a party for Areum’s 1st birthday,” he says. You give him a look only to receive one back.

You scoff lightly, “you don’t think I haven’t thought of that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Well, you never mentioned it, so how should I know?”

Pretending to be offended, you place a hand on your chest and let out another scoff. Jungkook chuckles at your silliness, scooting closer before pulling you onto his lap. You smile at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Of course, we’re throwing her a party. It’s her first one after all.”

Smiling, Jungkook rubs his palms up and down your thighs. Soon the smile falls from his lips. You frown as you watch it happen, his eyes falling to look at anything but your face. You know what he’s thinking, he’s mentioned it before.

“I can’t believe she’s already a year old soon,” he mumbled. You smile softly, reaching up to run a hand through his hair to remove it from his face. He looks at you again, a sad smile on his face now. “She’s growing so fast, it terrifies me.”

“Oh, I know, baby,” you coo, “but she can’t stay tiny forever, you know that.”

He sighs deeply. “Yeah, I know. I just wish I could slow down time sometimes.”

Your heart aches watching him being this sad over something so inevitable. He loves her so much and he’ll do anything to protect her, go to great lengths to get her whatever she needs. It warms your heart, makes you wonder if you ever could’ve found someone more perfect than him if you didn’t have him?

“She’ll always need you, Jungkook. Even when she’ll say she doesn’t.”

“Areum, sweetheart, no- watch out!”

You watch with wide, horrified eyes as your daughter climbs onto the couch and stands up, wobbling on her very unstable legs. You’re not quick enough to get up and catch her before she tumbles to the ground, her head thankfully not hitting the floor as hard as it could’ve. A loud cry sounds throughout the living room, tears welling up in her eyes as you pick her up.

You examine her for any injuries while cradling her to you. When you don’t see any, you press a kiss on the top of her head. “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry, it’s okay,” you coo, holding her close as she cries it out.

As she sniffles against your shirt, a thousand thoughts run through your mind. Firstly, Jungkook must never know this happened. Secondly, you feel like the worst mother ever, the way you just let her climb up there without support and basically just watching her fall down and almost hit her head very badly.

“Oh, God,” you breathe out, letting out a quiet cry of panic.

The front door opens, your boyfriend’s humming sounding throughout the apartment. You listen as he kicks off his shoes and unzips his jacket. You quickly check Areum’s face for visible tears, hurriedly drying off the remnants with your sleeve. You press a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, flashing her a smile before picking up a toy, handing it to her and pretending her fall didn’t just happen minutes ago.

“Hey babe,” Jungkook appears in the living room, smiling widely at the two of you. He’s quick to come closer, reaching out for Areum and picking her up. He smooches her cheeks with a smile, but it’s without her usual reaction of laughter. You watch, waiting until it hits him. His smile falters, glancing at you whose face is grimacing in apology already.

The red spots from tears on her small, soft cheeks is what gives it away. That and how quiet she is when usually she’s laughing hysterically when Jungkook smooches her.

“Has she been crying? And is that a bump on her forehead?” He asks, turning to look at you.

“Yeah...” you trail off, wincing as your boyfriend stares you down in suspicion, “we might’ve had a small accident-”

“____!” Jungkook exclaims, horrified as he sits down on the couch with Areum in his lap. He examines her like you did when the fall happened, worry written all over his face. You sigh deeply, getting up from the floor to take a seat beside him. “How did this happen? Did you not watch her?”

“I did!” You quickly defend yourself, “she was crawling onto the couch and before I knew it she was falling down head first into the rug!”

Jungkook exhales, looking back at Areum who’s playing with the thin silver chain around his neck. The bump on her forehead doesn’t look too bad. “I guess the rug took most of the fall, the bump isn’t that big.”

“Oh God, I’m the worst mom ever!” You cry out at the sight of the small bump on your daughter’s head, wrapping yourself around Jungkook’s arm, your face hidden in his shoulder. Jungkook can’t help but roll his eyes. You always have to be so dramatic, thinking the worst about yourself when this could’ve happened to any parent.

“____,” he calls out, catching your attention. You sniffle lightly, lifting your head to look up at him. He smiles at you. “You’re not the worst mom ever, okay? You’re the best and this minor accident doesn’t define your entire role as a mother. She’s okay, look.”

You look at your daughter, her attention still focused on the silver chain, although now her small mouth is curved into a small smile. You smile at her, Jungkook does too. “It’s just a tiny bump,” he tells you, pausing before saying: “there will probably be much worse in the future.”

Gasping, you slap his upper arm causing Areum to let out that precious baby laugh. “Don’t jinx it!”

Jungkook is in a good mood, a pep in his step as he makes his way up to yours and his apartment, fully aware that you’re probably already cooking a delicious meal and making everything ready for your ‘date night’. The drive back from his parents’ place, where he just dropped off Areum, was filled with loud music that made him even more excited for finally having some time with you alone after God knows how long.

Once he steps through the front door, a delicious aroma of his favorite dish hits his nostrils causing him to let out a deep sigh of content. He quickly slips off his shoes and jacket before making his way to the kitchen. Feel-good songs are playing on the speaker and you’re moving around while preparing the food, singing along and just enjoying yourself. You’re not aware of Jungkook standing behind you, a big grin on his face.

Deciding to surprise you, he sneaks up behind you and snakes his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. You jump lightly in his embrace, turning your head slightly to see that it is in fact the love of your life who’s hugging you.

“Hi,” you softly say, smiling when he presses his lips to your cheek in a soft kiss.

“Mhm,” he hums in response, “it smells delicious, baby.”

“Good for you that your favorite dish is the one I make the best,” you smirk, flipping the steaks on the pan. Jungkook chuckles before agreeing with you. You turn the heat down before turning around in his arms, coming face to face with him. Without another thought he leans in and steals a quick peck. He grins at you when he pulls back to look at you again. “Go get cleaned up,” you tell him, pushing him away from you.

“I love you,” he smiles sweetly as he backs away and heads towards the bedroom. You watch with a lovesick smile, your eyes automatically landing on his butt because it’s right there and you can’t help yourself. Something tells you, you won't finish dinner at the table, but in bed instead.

Sure enough, you stayed at the table until you finished the main dish. You had prepared dessert as well but Jungkook is in the mood for another kind of dessert – that’s what he had said when he got up from his seat before pulling you from yours and tugging you towards the bedroom. Screw the ice cream, you thought to yourself and allowed Jungkook to guide you to the bed.

Ever since Areum was born you’ve had few chances of being alone with Jungkook, enjoying his company and the love he always stores deep inside of him until he feels like showering you in it.

It’s slow but hurried, it’s passionate and yet filled with desperation, it’s you and him together in your own bubble. Your eyes close shut as Jungkook traces your skin with his lips, his hands running over and feeling your curves and every dip in your body. His lips brush across the faint stretch marks on your stomach, his hands cupping your breasts softly yet firmly.

“God, you’re the most beautiful mama to ever exist,” Jungkook groans as he hovers over you, looking you up and down, noticing every single detail of your body and skin. You smile, a faint blush covering your cheeks as he dips down to kiss you softly. His tongue meets yours halfway, a soft moan falling from your mouth and into his. He swallows the whimpers you let out as he reaches down, fingers running between your lower lips, the wetness there evident to him.

“Jungkook,” you sigh in pleasure against his lips as he rolls your clit with his thumb, “more, please.”

He smirks softly, lips moving from your lips to your cheeks and further down to the top of your breasts, peppering kisses all over you. All your senses are on fire, the feeling of his lips, his fingers, his body against yours, the growing erection against your leg. Your hand reaches down to rub against it through his boxers, the only piece of clothing separating his cock from your clenching hole. You’re whimpering against him as the pressure from his thumb on your clit is edging you closer to your release.

“J-jungkook, please, I need you,” you gasp, you're moving automatically against his fingers causing more friction, “n-need you so bad.”

“That desperate for my cock, huh baby?” He teases, smoothly sinking his fingers inside of you, “you want me to finish you off now or would you like to cum all over my cock?”

You moan at his words, back arching up against him. “Your cock, please, wanna cum all over it.”

A grunt leaves Jungkook as he imagines it before him. It doesn’t take long for him to strip off his boxers, throwing them onto the floor beside the bed. You anticipate the stretch, already clenching around nothing as Jungkook lines himself up with your entrance. You reach for his hand just as he starts pushing past your walls, stretching you open so deliciously in a way you’ll never be able to handle without gasping in pure pleasure. Jungkook intertwines his hand with yours as he keeps it pressed against the mattress right beside your head.

He bottoms out, filling you to the brim. He breathes out heavily, his breathing ragged as he lets you adjust to his impressive width and length. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” he rasps out as he pulls out and pushes back in, watching the way your eyes roll back in pleasure, “my pretty baby all fucked out.”

It blows your mind how he always manages to make it so dirty yet soft. You’re already a mess beneath him and he’s barely begun. “Oh god, Jungkook-”

A forceful push of his hips has you gasping, a high pitched moan tumbling from your lips. His hips connect with yours in a rhythm, skin against skin, the lewd sounds of your wetness and the feeling of Jungkook thrusting and grinding into you. His lips are back against your skin, your collarbones earning kisses and small bites, your free hand running from his lower back and up his spine to the hair in his neck. You tug at it, earning a grunt from Jungkook. Lifting his head, he looks you in the eye, his lips slightly parted as he works you both to your highs.

His eyes are soft while his actions are far from it, the look he’s giving you tells you everything he doesn’t say out loud. “Oh my god, I’m gonna- fuck,” you gasp, tightening your hold on his hand, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Me too, baby, me too,” Jungkook moans, leaning down to press his lips to yours, kissing you like it would be the last. He swallows your whimpers, your moans and gasps as your orgasm hits you hard. Jungkook follows you, his orgasm hitting him as you clench around him. He stills inside of you, moaning deeply at the feeling of you clenching and milking him for every drip of cum. He’s panting as he comes down, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. Yours and his breathing is the only thing you can hear in the room as you both try to collect yourselves. Your fingers are caressing his scalp as he stays in your arms, letting his weight rest upon you. Silence engulfs you and him, Jungkook’s breathing clashing against your neck, your fingers dancing across the skin on his back. You can feel his cum trickling out of you, but you don’t really care at this point, just enjoying the moment and worrying later about the mess that is the sheets.

Jungkook’s thoughts are running a hundred miles per hour as he lays in silence with you close against him. His thoughts shift from the first time he met you to when he first kissed you to the way you told him you loved him before he told you. Then his thoughts wander on to his daughter, the tiny person he created with you just from the love between the two of you. There are so many memories with you, moments and life events he shares with you. An idea pops into his mind, it’s something he has been thinking about for a long time, he just didn’t find the right time yet. He wants to add another meaningful celebration of life and love to the memories he shares with you.

He wants to marry you.

Jungkook already asked for your parents’ approval. They told him yes in an instant, reminding him that he has a child with you and that the two of you are already past asking for approval. That thought alone makes Jungkook chuckle softly. He really did things with you in a messy order. First he slept with you then he dated you. Then he asked you to be his girlfriend and then after a few years he accidentally got you pregnant and now he’s thinking about proposing to you.

“What?” You ask, smiling softly as you hear Jungkook chuckle.

He rolls over, his back hitting the mattress and pulling you with him to lay halfway on top of him. He smiles at you, his fingers reaching out to tuck strands of your hair behind your ears.

“It just hit me how we’ve done things in a really random order,” he tells you. Your eyebrows pull together in confusion at his words. “First we slept together and then we started dating after that, then I asked you to be my girlfriend,” he’s grinning from ear to ear as you listen and he’s talking, reminiscing the years he’s spent with you. “I got you pregnant by accident and now we’re parents and I just…”

He falls silent, his smile faltering as he looks you in the eyes. You’re looking at him with those eyes that always hold so much love for him and Areum too. Beautiful eyes that can calm him at any given time, tell him everything’s gonna be alright without you saying anything. Jungkook would do anything to look into those eyes for the rest of his life. He could just ask you, right now in this very moment. It doesn’t have to be a candlelit dinner or with rose petals. What matters is you and him together in an intimate moment where all feelings lay in front of you, bared for the both of you to see.

“Marry me.”

You freeze, your fingertips that had returned to running over his skin freeze in their movement. Jungkook can tell your eyes are watering. You open your mouth to speak, a small voice coming out as you say: “w-what?”

Jungkook nods, “you heard me, baby,” he softly says.

“I’m-” You begin but cut yourself off. Jungkook watches as a wide smile spreads across your face, the first few tears falling from your eyes and running down your cheeks. He reaches out to wipe them away, smiling softly himself. “Oh my god,” you cry.

“So, is that a yes?”

Nodding, you crawl up to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, pressing your lips to his in a kiss. “Of course, it is! It’s a million times yes!” You say against his lips, pulling away slightly to rest your forehead against his. “I love you so much, Jungkook.”

“I love you the most, baby.”

Areum is 1 year old today.

She’s 1 year old and Jungkook isn’t sure how to handle it. His baby girl is growing up so fast and it both terrifies and amazes him. You seem to handle it pretty well, but Jungkook has a feeling you’re just very good at hiding it. There’s no way you’re not emotional about the fact that the baby you carried around for 9 months is already 1 year old.

“How’s my favorite granddaughter?” Jungkook’s mother coos as she walks right past her son and towards Areum who’s sitting on the rug in the living room, surrounded by her toys. Jungkook watches in disbelief how his mother doesn’t even give him a moment of attention, clearly only here to visit her grandchild.

“Mom, she’s your only granddaughter,” Jungkook deadpans before turning back to greet his father, “hey dad.”

Jungkook’s father gives him a tight hug before moving on to give you an even tighter hug. “How are you, ____?” He asks, smiling as he pulls away to look at you.

You smile in return. “I’m good! And you?”

“Same as always,” he shrugs, “not much happens when you reach a certain age.”

You chuckle at that, telling him to go say hi to his granddaughter. You watch as Areum greets his grandfather with a big grin, reaching out for him like she does with everyone she loves. You smile at the scenario in front of you, how Areum is the center of attention for all of her four grandparents. Your parents had arrived earlier than Jungkook’s, having kept Areum entertained for the past hour or so.

“Should we tell them today?” Jungkook asks as you join him in the kitchen, his voice low in case his mom should suddenly appear behind him. “You know, about that,” he points to the ring on your finger.

Smiling at him, you lean up and kiss him quickly on the lips. “Sure,” you agree with him, making him smile, “but remember it’s Areum’s day today. So we’ll just mention it and then move on with her birthday party.”

Jungkook nods at that. “Of course. Nothing is bigger than her 1st birthday-” he pauses at that, the fact hitting him once again. He then turns to you, giving you a confused look, “how are you not emotional about it at all? I literally cried when I gave her a bath last night.”

A laugh emits from your lips. “You cried? Because it’s your daughter's 1st birthday?”

Offended by how you’re finding his devastation humorous, Jungkook scoffs. “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did.”

You’re smiling at him in adoration as you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. Jungkook hugs you back, pressing his lips to your temple. Areum’s laughter flows through the apartment causing the two of you to laugh yourselves. It’s like sweet music to your ears when Areum has a fit of giggles.

“I adore her so much, ____,” Jungkook suddenly says as he watches from the kitchen, watching how Areum is surrounded by her grandparents, having the best 1st birthday. You’re constantly smiling, you have been ever since Areum was born. The joy she brought with her when she came into the world is unlimited and you feel like you’re on top of the world for creating such a happy, lively small human being.

“I know, baby,” you tighten your arms around him, giving him a squeeze, “she’s the best thing that’s happened to us.”

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sabo-has-my-heart · 2 years

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Hello Astra-san! Congratulations on your 200 followers!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉 I'm very interested on your event, the AUs are so cute! Can I have the Band AU with drummer Killer and the prompt 5 from the angst list with a female reader please? To me the prompt sounds like someone is forcing themselves on the reader and Killer doesn't like jerks that can't take no OR flirt with his girl >:)

Sorry for the big ask. Keep doing what you like and everything will workout in the end. Thank you. Bye-bye ヾ(＾∇＾).

Warnings: assault, Killer beating the shit out of a guy, reader leaving Killer

Word Count: 1010

So I just want to be clear, you did request angst, so even though Killer’s protecting the girl, it’s not like they’re going to ride off into the sunset or anything. Also, I had a bit of a hard time depicting Killer, there aren’t a lot of scenes with him in the manga and not a lot about his personality online, so I hope I did alright in how I wrote him.

Arms wrapped around your knees, you wondered how things had gotten like this. It had been so easy at first. You were dating Killer, not Killer, lead drummer of the rock band ‘Victoria Punk’, just Killer. He didn’t have thousands, or millions, or whatever stupid number of fans, he didn’t tour all over hell and creation, he played the drums with his friends in your parents’ garage or small gigs around the city. It was a don’t quit your dayjob kind of thing and honestly, you wished it would go back to that, though perhaps it was too late for that now. Even if things went back to how they had been, it still wouldn’t fix things. You vaguely wondered if you’d ever actually see him after last time.

Another concert, another boring night spent backstage listening to the same songs you’d heard more times than you cared to count. It wasn’t that you didn’t like their music, it’s just that it got old when 90% of what you listened to was your boyfriend’s band. Still, it wasn’t all bad, hanging out backstage, meeting other bands, it could sometimes be a blast. That being said, not all bands were great, or to be more accurate, not all bands had great people. Hence your current situation, trying to tug your arm out of a larger man’s grip. While you normally weren’t helpless, having learned a few things from Killer, this man was a lot bigger than you, a lot stronger than you, and a lot harder to escape. You’d already tried a number of things including simply trying to free yourself and kicking him in the balls, but those had only enraged the man. So now you struggled in his grip. You were getting desperate as he began to pull you away, each second that ticked by scaring you further. As far as you knew, Killer was still on stage, meaning he wasn’t going to be able to help, and there weren’t any bouncers in the immediate vicinity.

“No! I said leave me alone!” you shouted, still tugging in the opposite direction. No, whatever this slimeball had in mind, you wouldn’t let him.

“She said let go.” a familiar voice growled. Turning, you saw a familiar face, or well, a familiar stage mask.

“Get lost, loser, this ain’t none of your business.” the large man spat, glaring at Killer, only to find himself on the receiving end of one of Killer’s punches, the abnormally strong blow causing the man to let go of you as he stumbled back. Before the man could even regain his wits, Killer was beating the shit out of him while you huddled in a corner, trying to calm yourself. You didn’t even notice Killer walking over to you until he was kneeling down next to you and placing a hand on your shoulder. A surprised, terrified shriek left your lips as you skittered away from him, half expecting it to be the larger man.

“It’s me, Y/n.” Killer said as you looked at him, trying to calm your pounding heart. It was just Killer, the man who’d attacked you lay on the ground a short ways away, seemingly unconscious, though from the amount of blood splattered across the man’s face and Killer’s stage mask, you supposed it was possible that he might be dead. Killer held his hand out to you, his stage mask held in his hand as he gave you a sympathetic look, one most people didn’t get to see. He’d expected you to take his hand, twinges of worry creeping in when you stayed curled up in a ball, just staring at him.

“I wanna go home.” you stated, looking from his hand back to him. Killer nodded, seeming to understand.

“I’ll walk you back to the tour bus-”

“No! I said I want to go home! I want to go where I know I’m safe!” you shouted, cutting the man off.

“Y/n.”

“Don’t Y/n, me! You promised me that it would be okay! You said that you had a talk with the other bands! This never should have happened! You said that the bands had all agreed! You promised that this wouldn’t happen again after last time!” you screamed, tears still running down your cheeks. It wasn’t the first time you’d been assaulted by a member of another band, speaking nothing of non-band members that made their way backstage.

“I’ll protect you next-”

“I said no! I want to go home!” you continued to cry, scrambling to your feet, you tried to take off, only for Killer to grab your wrist, making you flinch in pain. It was the same wrist the man from earlier had held, the one that would likely be bruised in the morning. Looking back at him, he gave you a slightly pleading look, one he only ever gave you.

“When you’re done playing rock band, come find me back home.” you said, flinching slightly as you yanked your wrist out of Killer’s grip before walking away.

In truth, you knew that you probably wouldn’t see Killer any time soon, the man was loyal to Kid. The two of you hadn’t met, let alone started dating, until after he’d been long time friends with the fiery red-head. Still, you couldn’t help but hope from time to time that you’d hear a knock on your door, finding a familiar face when you answered it. Looking at your phone, you contemplated calling him up, or maybe checking the tabloids for any news on them. What was happening with the band? Were they doing alright? Just because you weren’t traveling with them didn’t mean that you didn’t care about them. They were your friends, but what would you find if you checked up on them? Killer would probably still be there, standing next to Kid, still wearing his signature mask. Picking up your phone you sighed, just to check up on them, make sure they were doing alright. Killer’s name popped up on your contacts list, you needed to see if they were okay.

#one piece killer #killer x reader #one piece killer x reader #angst #one piece angst #Band!AU

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Kiss me quick

Pairing: Spike x Summers!reader

Request: Hi! Can I request a Spike x Summers!reader, where the reader is trying to keep their relationship on the downlow since none of the Scoobies really approve, but after a big win the reader finally kisses him in front of everyone, proving that they do care deeply for one another and everyone just has to accept it.

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Reader gets injured but nothing serious. sex references/implication of sex.

You looked out into dimly lit street, the dark had surrounded you now but ever since you had been meeting this way you couldn’t help but smile whenever the sun began to descend from the sky. You were stood, under a streetlamp, three streets away from your house. Just far enough where nobody from your household would catch you meeting him this way. You had been meeting like this for a while now.

He got a kick out of coming up behind you and immediately pressing you against the nearest wall and crashing his lips to yours. His favourite greeting entailed leaving you breathless and ready to pull him closer no matter what your surroundings were. He often mumbled his hellos through stolen kisses. His passion never died, he was all in. Completely yours.

You couldn’t shake this feeling. That you were completely in love. You had silently tried to fight it to begin with, knowing that those around you wouldn’t approve. That Spike himself may not even reciprocate your feelings. But soon it became clear that there was no hiding these feelings that always bubbled to the surface whenever he was near.

You had started fooling around to begin with, before it all changed. For the better, both of you agreed. Your feelings had taken hold of you both, fuelled by the touch of skin. The depth of mind. Unspoken emotions kept the two of you in a chokehold before you finally spilled your feelings for the other.

Ever since you quit college, you had spent all of your free time sneaking around with Spike. It was, honestly, as thrilling as it was annoying. As much as you wished you could just tell everyone how much you loved Spike - how amazing he was with you, you couldn’t. You had to hide it, the implications of your friends and sisters finding out would be a fate worse than death. In fact, for spike it may mean actual death this time.

Unfortunately, you were the middle child. You were a year younger than Buffy and she never let you forget about it. Meaning, Buffy thought she was the boss of you. Not to mention Dawn basically clung onto your leg to stop you from leaving the house (and thus, preventing you leaving her behind where she couldn’t follow you around). This meant that, often, you didn’t get much spare time for sneaking around with Spike. But, God, did you make it your biggest priority. After… saving the world… obviously.

When you did manage to share these intimate moments, it was everything. It felt as if you were the only people in the world. The only people that had ever felt anything close to this. Nobody had loved this deep. Cared this much. You were both so sure. These feelings, they were eternal. He vowed it to you, one early morning you had spent with your naked bodies pressed together, baring your souls well into the night.

Any emotional scars you harboured seemed to heal just by speaking to him. By having that soothing voice share his own darkest moments with you in return. How that voice, those eyes could have seen and done so much and still make you feel undeniably safe you weren’t sure. But, you trusted him. Even if danger appeared to surround him at every turn. You wouldn’t change him for anything. You loved the good, the bad and the oh-so-attractive parts of him.

Vulnerabilities turned to strengths when you were together. Rough edges appeared smoother. Promises held meaning. You adored him and he confessed to you that he had never been so comfortable in a relationship. He could be himself, could express his feelings without being concerned you would turn away from him.

The first night you invited him into your home made him elated. You had to make him swear not to tell Buffy because you knew she wouldn’t take it well. Like, at all. As much as he would have loved to rub it in the slayer’s face that he had been given access to her house – he loved you too much to even think to upset you in this way. So, you carried on this way, unable to keep your hands and lips from each other for more than an evening at a time. This meant mostly, he stayed at the Summer’s residence or you left to the crypt. Sometimes, you even went for real dates – so long as you were sure that everyone else you knew would be busy elsewhere.

Tonight, you were going to the Bronze together. It was a little more of a risk than usual, but he had insisted on taking you somewhere he knew you would enjoy. Muttered something about not keeping you in the shadows before taking your hand and leading the way. The truth was, Spike was in fact just very smitten with you. And he pretty much wanted everyone to see that you were with him. This was ‘everyone’ except the scoobies and any family members you happened to have crawling out of the woodwork. It was safe though, everyone else was going to some college party and Buffy had told you that it was uncool to have her younger sibling come along.

Buffy was the only one that viewed you as the ‘younger sibling’ the others were friends with you because they were fond of you. Because, well, sometimes you appeared more mature than Buffy did – not that they would ever say that to her face. Although there was always that slight worry that if they hadn’t been friends with Buffy they wouldn’t have been as close with you. You were barely a year younger than Buffy but she was still incredibly protective of you as she was the oldest.

What you hadn’t banked on, whilst you rubbed Spike’s thigh under the table, was that Xander hadn’t been invited to the party. He saw you immediately and made his way over to you with Anya close behind. You almost choked on your drink as you saw them come up behind Spike. You snapped your hand away in shock much to Spike’s displeasure.

“Hey, Y/n-” he started and then stopped when he saw Spike’s presence, “He bothering you?”

“No, he’s just-”

“Warming you up, right pet?” His eyes glistened as he spoke, an eyebrow raising which made Xander scowl. You tried your best to hide the smile at your boyfriend’s words as Xander looked between you both. Xander liked to think of himself as your older brother and had decided you needed defending. You opened your mouth to say otherwise but ended up being cut off by a very urgent ex-vengeance demon.

“It doesn’t matter that they’re dating right now, we are all going to get ripped into pieces if the demon finds us!” Anya shouted. You hadn’t been as secretive as you thought then.

“An!” Xander hissed, sharing a look. At the exact same time you and Spike shared a look too. You wondered who else had seen straight through your sneaking around and longing glances you shared through scooby meetings.

You were sharing looks for different reasons though. They had obviously discussed what not to say beforehand and Anya had characteristically ignored his warning. There was some kind of demon threatening the town. Again.

“What’s going on, Xander? Anya?” you tried for your ex-vengeance demon friend when Xander didn’t speak. There was definitely something odd going on. At her name being called, despite Xander’s warning, she launched into an explanation.

“Xander got annoyed at our sex-spell and ripped a page out of my very rare copy of ‘magic, sex and me’ which ruined our entire evening!” She scowled and crossed her arms before continuing, “Now we have to kill it instead of having our sexy time” she pouted.

“We’ll pretend we didn’t hear about a sex spell-”

“Well, I want to hear about it. Can’t get it up, mate?” Spike taunted which only made Xander redden further after Anya’s admittance. Xander stepped as if to hit your vampire but you stepped in the way and wheeled Xander away, changing the subject.

You asked instead about what this demon was like. Anya explained that it was a Scorn-demon. Ridiculously hard to kill and bound to the pages of a book as no mortal prison can hold it. It looked as if you were in for a long night. Which is exactly what you and Spike had planned although for a very different reason.

“If all of us are looking, we’ll find it quicker” You offered, Xander had been embarrassed to explain because of the reason they were doing a spell. But now Anya had told anyone anyway, he was grateful of the help. You got to your feet, ready to follow them out as Spike got up beside you.

“Looks like no bugger’s getting any tonight” Spike muttered, rolling his eyes as you apparently volunteered you both to assist your friend.

“Just working ourselves up… right?” You offered which made him smirk. God, he had been rubbing off on you. You almost felt yourself mirroring his smirk at your words. He wanted to pull you in and kiss you until you admitted just his presence could get you worked up enough alone, but he knew the importance of hiding this from your friends. Which, really was the only reason he didn’t take you right there in the middle of the Bronze.

Instead, you just trailed behind Xander and Anya’s bickering and tried to locate this demon. You called Buffy’s cell and left a message. You knew this was probably going to end with a battle you were unequipped for. You just hoped that you ran into your sister before you ran into the demon. By all accounts he sounded nasty.

As you walked, you and Spike kept sneaking glances at the other when you hoped the others weren’t looking. It was hard, having to maintain this distance when all you wanted to do was reach for him. Show him your affection freely. When you caught the other’s eye, you couldn’t help but smile. You felt so lucky, to have someone that cared so deeply. Someone who wasn’t afraid to share their love so freely.

You wanted to slide your hand in his, tell him just how lucky you felt. Just how much you felt for him, although you were sure he must be sick of how often you told him you loved him. He never was, of course. It was the sweetest music hearing that phrase from your lips. He kissed them a thousand times just to catch the remaining sweetness from your tongue. With those words, nothing should be wasted. He wanted to savour every syllable of your love.

You kept walking until you had to come to an abrupt halt. Dawn turned a corner and crashed straight into you. Turns out, your hopes came true: you did come across your sister first. It just happened to not be the one you expected.

“Oh, I didn’t know you guys were ready for, like, double dating yet” Dawn teased. She, too, had decided that you and Spike had to be dating. She often brought it up to annoy you but she believed it all the same. Spike never corrected her and you had stopped bothering too. You would only come off as defensive and she would tease you for that. You honestly couldn’t win living under the same roof as Dawn, she could be relentless.

Spike leaned in to whisper something in your ear, his lips so close to your ear you could imagine the way they would feel if he leaned in further and pressed against your skin. You smiled at his comment, he always made you laugh. He liked to hear your laugh and it passed the time while he waited for the fight that was coming.

When you looked back up, Willow and Tara had caught up with your group. They gave you a knowing look at how close you were stood to Spike. You wanted to lean on him, inhale deeply and press kisses against the curve of his neck. You loved the way he gripped you closer when you did that. But you had to snap yourself out of this thought at the arrival of your sister. Buffy immediately started giving orders, not before she gave you a warning look for letting Dawn come with you after she scowled at Spike for his mere presence.

“I brought the research – I think there’s a spell, but we’ll have to weaken him first” Willow muttered, frowning at Anya and blaming her for this spell and putting her best friend in danger.

“The spell needs lovers to complete it. Do you think you could help us Anya? Xander?” Tara asked softly, “But I’m not sure if that’s enough to hold him”

Because the demon was attracted to love and sex, couples were needed to cut off his power at the source. It fed from lovers and by concentrating that power it could reverse and thus weaken the demon within a certain spot.

“Well, if we need couples we have at least three pairs here. Maybe that would be enough?” Willow asked. Making everyone look around to count the pairs. Everyone’s eyes then landed on you and Spike. The last to look was Buffy who raised an eyebrow between you both.

“Does everyone know we’re dating?!”

“Pretty much, sweetie” tara nodded.

“We just didn’t wanna embarrass you. It’s… Spike” Buffy cringed at even the thought of it, “I, uh, thought you would have kinda got it out of your system by now though” Buffy hitched her nose up at the idea of the two of you, but shrugged. She saw it as a meaningless relationship. The kind she had with Parker in her first year of college but more often.

From what you gathered as they didn’t correct her, nobody really thought Spike capable of any kind of meaningful relationship. And with him not being able to actively harm you, they just decided to avoid the topic entirely until one or both of you got bored of the sex. The only one that hadn’t thought anything of your sudden proximity with Spike every time he turned around, was Xander. He really would have said something if he had known. But he still wasn’t convinced now – no matter how often Anya insisted.

You slid your hand into his, now that everybody appeared to know that you were together at least. He smiled at this, looking down at your hands back to your face. This smile, it was softer than he would usually show in front of the Scoobies, it was one only for you. Where he felt such genuine happiness. Such adoration.

As usual, nobody really wanted to discuss your love life (rather just ignore and hope it went away) and so began to look away from you and discuss the demon again. You began following the trail of destruction. He wasn’t so hard to locate really and Buffy immediately attacked him as Willow and Anya set up in a large triangle around the fight. Each couple was at each point of the triangle as the recital occurred. A flash of light surrounded the demon and Buffy before it faded, showing the demon now fighting sluggishly.

You tried to protect Dawn the best you could while Spike and Buffy took it in turns to throw punches at the now marginally weakened demon. You and the others helped when you could but he was so strong even now the spell had worked, that humans barely affected him.

Somehow the demon broke from Spike’s hold and started for Dawn - who he had sensed as the weaker member of your group. You charged in front of your younger sister to try and distract him. This lead to him twisting you and throwing you into the air and crashing into a nearby storefront. You were flung straight against the wall and hit your head quite badly. He watched you falling like a ragdoll, appearing limp due to the blow.

His gut dropped. He left Buffy to the fight. All that mattered now was that you were okay. He had never been so scared. Spike rushed over to you, dropping to the floor so that he could cradle your head in his lap. There were a few seconds where he didn’t know what to do.

But then just as he thought he may have lost you, hope was restored again. You open your eyes, your smile a little dazed as you looked at him from your position in his lap. He looked up to the sky in relief, as if silently thanking the powers. His eyes danced with emotion as he looked back into yours. He wouldn’t know what he would do without you. Couldn’t even imagine it less his heart would begin to ache with phantom loss.

He was so overcome by the thought of losing you that he immediately caught your lips with his. Pouring every single feeling he had ever experienced for you into that one kiss. His hand cupping your cheek, the other on the small of your back – pressing you closer to him. As if this kiss may well be your very last. You reciprocated without hesitation, your lips felt as if they had been moulded just for this very moment. This kiss, it said everything. Promised everything and you smiled into it. Your lips moving against his urgently, insisting he feel your love for him. Even in your weakened state, all of your energy went into kissing him.

In the same moment, Buffy managed to finally slay the beast and Tara and Willow muttered some words that sent him into the book he would now again call home. Buffy whipped around to catch you both kissing so desperately. The rest of the group stopped still and staring too. Every mouth agape in shock. At just how much you appear to feel for the other. This wasn’t just a quick shag when the feeling struck. One wasn’t taking advantage of the other. This was love. The truest kind. And nobody could deny it now, not even Xander.

After you parted, reluctantly on both parts, he took on your weight as you all walked back, everyone except him in silence. He doted on you, pressing a kiss against your temple every few paces – just because he could now in this company. He wanted to offer you all of the comfort he could. He was whispering to you trying to make sure you didn’t fall asleep. He was sure you had a concussion (I mean, you kissed him that way in front of all of your friends without any worries after all).

Buffy didn’t even object when it appeared that Spike was walking their way home. She didn’t know what to think anymore. Everyone could see just how deeply you cared for each other. It was undeniable, even to your older sister.

Spike was just pleased you would make it and be okay. And… he began to get smug that he was finally able to show the slayer that he could access her house this entire time.

#spike btvs #spike x reader #spike imagine #spike x you #btvs #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagines #btvs x you #btvs x reader #btvs imagine #spike fic #gn #gender neutral reader #gender neutral #spike

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Who Am I? || Peter Parker

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

summary: spider-man’s identity is exposed to the world after the death of mysterio. the issue? spider-man has a known relationship with your superhero alias, sorceress, but peter is in a relationship with y/n y/l/n. your identity remains a secret as you are forced to decide to either reveal your identity to the world or to allow your boyfriend to have his reputation tarnished further.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: angst angst angst

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You stood, shocked, in your bedroom with the television still playing in front of you. For a moment you were unable to move as you watched a photo of your boyfriend, Peter Parker’s face flash across the screen with footage of Spider-man playing alongside it. You always knew the day would come where both you and Peter’s identities would be exposed to the world, but you thought you would be the one to decide when and that you would have so much more time.

Your hands began to shake as you paced your room, picking up your cellphone and dialing your boyfriend’s number. Your identity hadn’t been exposed yet, but you knew there was only a matter of time until there was a decision to be made.

You and Peter had an ongoing relationship that everyone in your shared school knew about. However, it was a known fact across the world that Spider-Man was in a relationship with your superhero alias, Sorceress.

In this moment you were kicking yourself for never realizing that this situation could happen. If they weren’t already, you knew soon enough that people would begin connecting the dots. Peter Parker had you- Y/n Y/l/n- whereas Spider-Man had Sorceress- a woman with an unknown identity. You would either have to come forward and reveal your identity or remain in hiding, allowing the world to believe that you had never known of Peter’s super human abilities and that he had been seeing an Avenger behind your back.

You cursed to yourself as your call went to voicemail, about to call again until you heard banging against the glass of your bedroom window. You rushed across the room, pushing open the window for Peter as he climbed in before you slammed it shut once more.

“What the-” You began.

“Fuck.” Peter cut you off. “Shit. Shit. Shit! What am I going to do, Y/n?”

He began pacing your room, pulling the mask off of his face before tossing it aggressively across your room.

Just then, the phone in your hand began blowing up, buzzing and dinging from texts and direct messages in between phone calls from your family. You knew everyone had started to hear the news.

Silencing your phone and threw it on the bed.

“I- I don’t know, Pete.” You said confused and frustrated. “God, I could just kick that guy’s ass right now. What are we going to do?”

Looking at your boyfriend, you noticed as his eyelids grew red, water brimming on the edge and spilling over them as he tugged at his messy hair. His chest contracted and relaxed rapidly as his breathing quickened and you could hear soft huffs and puffs spilling from his mouth.

Meeting him where he stood in your bedroom, you cupped his face in your hands, pushing your own thoughts aside.

“Peter, look at me.” You told him, searching to meet his eyes. “You need to breathe, baby. We’re going to figure this out, okay? I know this looks bad, but not everyone can believe this, right? You’re Spider-Man. You’ve helped save the world. You’ve never given anyone a reason to believe shit like this because you’re a good person, Pete. They’re gonna have to believe you.”

Watching the tears fall from his eyes and stream down his cheeks, he shook his head, moving his hands out of his hair to instead wrap his arms around you, pulling you tightly against him. Shoving his face into the crook of your neck, you could hear his muffled voice.

“I don’t know what to do.” He sobbed into your skin, his fingers digging into the cloth of your shirt. “It feels like everything goes wrong. F-first Mr. Stark and now this. The world is literally against me, Y/n. I- I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Listening to your boyfriend's soft cries, you rubbed your hand in circles against his back, soothing him.

You swore you could feel your heart shattering in your chest, watching your favorite boy fall apart right in front of you. Although you both had been through a lot- Peter was going through your worst nightmare and had been hit repeatedly back to back to back. You wish you could turn back time and make it right for him just so you could see a smile grace his face once again.

“I’m not going anywhere, Peter.” You whispered. “We’re going to figure this out together-”

Just then, you heard your name announced from the television, your yearbook photo displayed on the screen alongside Peter’s, below it a photo of Spider-Man with his hand rested against Sorceress’ lower back, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Shit.” You cursed to yourself in so low a voice you hoped Peter wouldn’t notice, but he did.

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked pushing himself out of your embrace.

As hard as you tried to hush him and keep him in your arms, he backed away, turning his attention towards the television.

“This just in! Sources confirm that Peter Parker, better known as Spider-Man, has had a long-term girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, pictured here since before the Blip! Now, for those of you out there that don’t know, Spider-Man has also been in a relationship with fellow Avenger Sorceress for the past seven months! If you’re keeping up- that’s two women! We’ve been unable to reach Miss. Y/l/n so far for any comments at this time, but fellow classmates have been eager to share their sides of the story.”

“This whole thing is just so crazy.” You watched Betty say on screen. “I thought Peter was so nice, but journalist to journalist- Y/n was way above his league. That’s what’s so shocking! I can’t believe he’d cheat on her like that. I guess being an Avenger really does go to your head.”

“Do you know what this means?” Peter asked suddenly, turning towards you.

Feeling your heart thump in your chest, you furrowed your eyebrows at your boyfriend. “What are you talking about, Peter?”

Pointing at the television he raised his voice.

“Y/n, they don’t think that you’re Sorceress.” He explained to you. “They think that I’ve been seeing the both of you behind your back. You... you can still get out of this. You don’t have to go down with me.”

Staring at your boyfriend’s face, the severity of the situation written all over it, your eyes grew wide.

You understood what Peter meant. You had been given an out by some lucky chance. You could lie and say that you weren’t Sorceress and that you had never known a thing about Peter being Spider-Man. You could lie and pretend that you didn’t know who your boyfriend really was.

You could lie and allow Peter to have his reputation tarnished even further by making him out to be a two-faced cheater.

Shaking your head, you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Peter, I can’t do that.” You told him. “You’re innocent! If I lie and say that I didn’t know anything- that I’m not Sorceress and that you’ve been cheating on me behind my back- then you look guilty. You can try to prove you’re innocent for the whole thing with Mysterio right now because you’ve never given anyone a reason to believe otherwise, but if I let you take the fall for me, Peter, and make you look like a liar and a cheater then that will give them all the more reason not to trust you. It’ll be impossible to change their mind.”

Listening to the words you were saying in disbelief, he pushed his fingers into his hair, tugging hard on the strands and shaking his head.

“Y/n!” He shouted your name. “You don’t think they’ll bring you down with me? If you tell everyone who you are, they’ll think you knew about it the whole time. They’ll think that you knew what I was doing with Mysterio and that you’re just as guilty as me. I can’t ask you to reveal your identity for me just for everyone to turn on you too!”

Flinching from the volume of his voice, a part of you knew that he was right.

You had always wanted to keep your identity a secret to allow you to live a normal life outside of avenging, but seeing Peter’s situation just gave you all the more reason to protect yourself by living a double life.

At the end of the day though, you loved Peter.

You and your boyfriend had chosen each other every day regardless of the hectic lives you both led- sometimes even risking your lives for each other in the process.

Your lives weren’t easy by any means, but you always had each other and promised yourselves that you always would.

“So what?” You asked. “What am I supposed to do, Pete? You think they’re going to stop at you? You don’t think they’re gonna start wondering who’s behind my mask? And God, what kind of life would it be if I kept mine a secret now? I can’t live normally anymore- not when I’m apparently the ex-girlfriend of the Avenger who they think murdered someone. Besides... what? We’d have to see each other in secret from now on so nobody finds out who I am? It’s not worth it, Peter-”

Throwing his hands in the air, he shouted.

“It’s worth if you’re safe, Y/n!” He raised his voice at you once again, before taking a deep breath. “What don’t you get?”

Taken back by his outburst, you both stood there staring at each other in silence.

When you finally reached your hand out for him, you winced as he shied away from your touch.

“I- I’ve lost to many people.” Peter said, his voice nearly a whisper. “I can’t lose you too.”

The way his voice cracked, made your breath catch in your throat as you stared at the broken boy in front of you.

Peter had undeniably lost so much- his parents, his uncle, his mentor- there was no doubt about that and it broke your heart knowing that he worried about losing you too.

Gazing at his tear-stained face- you swore to yourself that he never would. You would do whatever it took to make sure that Peter Parker was never alone.

“I know, Pete. I’m sorry.” You said, slowly stepping towards him. “You’re not going to lose me. I mean, Pete, we went to space and turned to dust for five years and still found our way back to each other. We’re going to figure this out together, Peter. We’re gonna clear your name, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I promise you.”

When the palm of your hand met his rosy cheek this time, he didn’t flinch away, instead nudging his head into your touch.

“I can’t ask you to do this.” He said softly, meeting your eyes.

“I wouldn’t ask you to either, Pete, but you would do it anyway, wouldn’t you?” You asked, brushing your thumb against his cheek.

“Yeah.”

Not being able to help the light chuckle that slipped from your lips, you threw Peter a soft smile.

“I know.” You whispered. “So just... let me do this, Peter.”

Just as Peter opened his mouth to speak, the sound of his phone interrupted him as it began ringing in his pocket. Stepping back from your touch, he pulled the device out from his suit and brought it to his ear.

“What? May, slow down.” He said sniffling. “I’m at Y/n’s.”

Watching as he furrowed his eyebrows, you crossed your arms.

“What?” He asked. “’Check outside her window’?”

Rushing across the room, you pressed yourself against your window, looking down at the street below you. On the sidewalk stood at least a dozen reporters, clamoring outside the door of your building. Eyes growing wide you stepped back, throwing the curtain over the glass.

“Shit.” You muttered to yourself, wringing your hands and turning to look at your boyfriend.

“May, I know.” He said. “I just- let me call you back.”

With that he hung up the phone, slipping it back into his pocket and strode across the room to meet you in your spot. Resting his hands on your arms, he squeezed tightly.

“We don’t have a lot of time.” Peter said meeting your eyes. “I know I can’t tell you what to do, but I want it to be your decision, Y/n. Make sure whatever it is that it’s... that it’s what you want because t-there’s no going back.”

Nodding your head along with his words, your focus shifted from your boyfriend to the dresser in the corner of your bedroom where you kept your suit.

This was it.

You had to make your decision.

You wished more than anything that you had more time, but you knew that you had had enough allotted to you already. You had been given more than any other member of your team and standing there now, you were thankful for every second of it.

No matter what your decision was, your life would change for good from this moment on.

Your heart racing in your chest, you memorized the feeling of your boyfriend's touch and the way his eyes glistened from the tears in his eyes, his cheeks stained red. You remembered the way he smiled when he first saw you again after the Blip and the way he held you so tightly after returning from his trip.

Taking one last, shaky breath you looked up at Peter and nodded.

“I’m ready.”

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prettytoxicrevolver · 3 years

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Secret | Karl Jacobs

Requested? Yes! Hope you like it! @asheryapal

Warnings? none :)

Summary: You and Karl have been hiding your relationship from your friends and specifically from your brother Dream in the form of stolen kisses in hiding places.

Word Count: 1,583

You relax in the living room, bored out of your mind and trying to decide what to do for the day. Your legs kick over the side of the chair, attempting to circulate brain cells in an attempt to be able to think of something.

Just as you try to reach for your phone, your brother comes into the room, a confused look on his face.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Dream asks.

“Trying to entertain myself duh,” you explain and your brother rolls his eyes.

“What are you up to?” you ask sitting up as Dream takes a seat on the other couch.

“Waiting for Sap to pick me up,” he explains.

“Oh please let me come,” you say sitting up and lurching forward to look at your older brother.

You and your older brother Dream were pretty much best friends. You guys hung out a ton but in typical sibling fashion, he hated whenever you asked to hang out with his friends. You, however, were close with a lot of his friends in ways he doesn’t even know sometimes.

“You don’t even know what we’re doing,” he says and you shrug.

“Does it look like I care,” you say, and Dream stares at you until he concedes.

“Fine, you can come.”

Just as you cheer loudly, Dream’s phone rings making the two of you get up and head out the door together. When you get to Sap’s car, his face lights up seeing you.

“(y/n)!” he calls and Dream groans. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I forced Dream to let me come along,” you say grinning and throwing yourself into the back of the car.

“Let’s go!” Sap cheers making Dream roll his eyes.

Sap heads out and the three of you talk and relax as Sap drives. As he speeds along down the road it occurs to you that you never asked where the two were going before you crashed their hangout, but now it didn’t really seem to matter. You guys talk about random things as you head to your unknown destination, and as Sap gets closer, you realize where you’re headed.

Karl had recently moved down to Florida to live with Dream and Sap but insisted on getting a bigger place first. Hence why Dream was still living at home for a little bit with you and your family. However, you had been to the new place numerous times, firstly with your brother and then a multitude of times to hang out with your boyfriend.

However, no one knew you and Karl were dating.

You had been dating for a few months now, deciding that you wanted to navigate your relationship with each other first before having to tell other people what was going on between the two of you.

You had been doing pretty well together, not letting it slip that you were together to anyone and hiding whenever you hung out. If you had to hang out with all of the boys, you stayed away from each other, only exchanging casual conversation.

“What are we doing?” you ask as Sap turns onto Karl’s street.

“We’re gonna chill at Karl’s for a bit and then maybe figure out where to go or what to eat,” Sap explains and you nod.

You nod slowly, trying not to let your nerves get to you. You were pretty good at hiding your feelings for Karl when you weren’t with him but when the two of you were together, you were attached at the hip. You two couldn’t separate from each other, constantly having to be in the other’s proximity. When you were around others you had to remind the other not to do anything.

Sap ends up parking the car and the three of you get out, your nerves growing exponentially considering your brother was also going to be with you today. You hated hiding stuff from your brother but he was also so overprotective that you didn’t want him to freak out when you did tell him about you and Karl.

“Karl!” Sap cheers when he opens the door to greet the three of you.

He ushers you all in, sending you a secret wink when you walk through the door. You blush lightly your cheeks going pink when his hand trails down your back and you swat him away lightly trying to make sure no one sees.

His loud giggle can be heard throughout the house as you both make your way over to the living room and meet Dream and Sap who have already made themselves comfortable on the couch. You and Karl take seats around the room. Karl in a loveseat by himself while you fall next to Sap.

“So, what do you guys wanna do today?”

“I for one don’t want to move the rest of the day,” Sap says, moving his arm to wrap around your shoulders and you snuggle into his embrace.

Your eyes follow Karl’s, his gaze even with Sap’s hold on you and you know you’re both screaming the same thing in your minds. You wish that was him.

“Movie marathon? Order in?” Dream suggests and you nod liking the idea.

Staying in meant when the boys weren’t around you and Karl could sneak off for a little bit to be together and at least talk. You had more excuses to help each other with food or get movies or run errands together and spend some secret alone time.

“I like it. Pizza? Fast food?” you question.

“Pizza,” Karl decides and you all nod.

Dream orders the pizza for the four of you and Sap heads towards Karl’s room to go pick out a few movies.

“I’m gonna grab drinks, wanna help?” Karl asks and you smile.

You get up and follow him into the kitchen, making sure the door swings shut behind you. The minute you step in, Karl’s hands are on you and pulling you further into the kitchen.

They slip around your waist with ease and your hands lay flat against his chest. Your eyes look up at him under your lashes and Karl smiles wide down at you. He pulls you flush against him, your lips meeting his and your hands slipping from his chest to around his shoulders.

Your heart is in your throat, pounding at the thought of getting caught, at the feeling of Karl’s hands on you, and his lips against yours. Nothing could beat this feeling. A noise in the living room scares the two of you apart, ending your bliss quicker than you want it to. You both smile sheepishly at each other, Karl trailing an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your cheek before handing you two drinks and sending you back out to the living room.

You hand Sap his drink, sitting back down next to him and he turns and peers at your curiously.

“You good?” he asks.

“I’m good,” you try to play off and he cocks his head to the side not believing you for a second but doesn’t say anything.

Karl and Dream finally rejoin you, Dream telling you the pizza should be ready to pick up in a half an hour. Sap had put on a random movie but you can’t focus in the slightest because your brain is wired, thinking of Karl and your kiss.

Sap wraps a protective arm around you once more, but as the movie plays you can’t help but cast glances at your boyfriend. You wanted to sit next to him, press your face into his chest, have his arm wrapped around your waist, have him kiss your head, and snuggle closer, everything.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Dream’s phone ringing, the sound of his alarm going off and you all turn and look at him. Sap pauses the movie, effectively removing the arm he had around you and you watch as Karl relaxes in his seat.

“Pizza time,” he tells Sap.

“Who wants to go?” Sap asks standing up.

“I’ll stay here,” Karl says and casts a glance at you.

“Yeah, I’m good, I’m starting to get a headache and I wanna lie down for a bit,” you explain.

Both Dream and Sap look between the two of you for a moment before nodding and heading out. You and Karl wait, a moment passing between the two of you before Karl stands, rushing over to you. You giggle loudly, a yelp escaping your lips when Karl tackles you back onto the couch, his arms wrapping around your waist.

You land softly on your back, Karl falling on top of you. Your hair fans back around your face and Karl sits up to peer down at you a silly smile spread across his lips.

“Hi,” he whispers.

“Hi,” you respond back the same dumb smile appearing on your lips.

His face moves closer to yours, your noses brushing lightly and before you know it his lips are on yours. His hands slide up and down your sides as the kiss deepens. Your hands trail to his neck and then his hair, carding through the long curly locks.

You’re both immersed in each other and each other’s presence that you don’t even hear the door opening and your brother and his best friend walking in.

“Seriously?” you hear suddenly and both you and Karl are up in a flash, however you get tangled halfway there and your bottom halves are still entwined.

“With my sister?”

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inkandpen22 · 3 years

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Dazed and Confused ( S1: 3/?)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader

Warnings: mild language and violence

Word Count: 3.1k

Part Summary: At Tina’s party, Y/N wants to forget all of her problems. Things take a turn when Billy makes a move on her, angering Steve

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Arriving at Tina’s after dropping Dustin at Mike’s, I am in much need of some good old spiked punch. I yank down my gray oversized sweatshirt some more so that it hangs low off my shoulder. As I cross the threshold into the house, the heat of the crowded living room slaps me in the face. Directly to my left, the kitchen AKA the alcohol hub. I slip between bodies and end up at the counter covered with semi-empty bottles and old plastic cups. Most importantly, a bowl of maroon punch sits in the corner. I grab a cup and make my way over. A boy stands in front of it but I reach around him and scoop up some of the mystery substance.

“What’s in this?” I hear a voice holler behind me.

I turn around to answer but freeze when I realize it’s Nancy. She stares at me equally stunned. My face falls, this is awkward. Seriously universe? I couldn’t have at least one drink before bumping into her?

Steve appears behind her looking slick as ever in his black sunglasses and matching blazer.

“Everclear is my guess,” I answer, acting civil.

She nods timidly, “thanks…”

I step out of her way so she can get some of her own. Steve’s head travels up and down slowly with a blank expression. I can’t see his eyes but I assume he’s studying my costume. A gray oversized sweatshirt that hangs off the shoulder, red heels, matching earrings, and some shorts, though they’re unnoticeable. I can feel him starring me down through those stupid Ray-Bans. Silently, I beg for him to not bring up our encounter in the parking lot. All I wish for tonight is to drown out reality and try to forget. He’s a human ticking time bomb. The tension between us could be cut with a knife.

“Are you finally going to tell me what you are?” Nancy jumps in, forcing me to break my staring contest with her boyfriend.

I open my mouth to answer but Steve beats him to it.

“Flashdance,” he answers for me. “It’s one of her favorites.”

He acts distant, unattached, distracted by the party but I see right through it. There’s something he’s not saying. He says things like this as if it’s common knowledge. A random person wouldn’t describe my eyes as Y/E/C but gray depending on the lighting. One minute, he calls my eyes beautiful and the next he’s starring me down like a disapproving parent. The hell Harrington?!

Nancy gushes, apparently she and I are okay all of a sudden, despite early today with the whole Barb thing. Plus, I think she’s already been drinking for awhile so buzzed Nancy is fun Nancy.

“That’s so cute! You look hot!” She pulls me into a hug.

Over her shoulder, I glimpse up at Steve as he lifts his glasses to rest of his head. His brown eyes threaten to expose my upset from earlier. I get that he’s pissed about my neglect for my feelings. He wants to talk about what was wrong but right now we’re at a party and parties aren’t meant for depressing conversations.

“Let’s go dance!” Nancy suggests, already tugging me into the living room.

Steve calls after her but she ignores him. He follows behind us through the crowd with a groan. In the center of the living room, Nancy stops and turns to me with a bright grin. She cheers as she tosses her head back.

“Woohoo!” She laughs.

This is what I wanted, normalcy. We’re surrounded by our friends, drinking, dancing, being stupid! We did this before everything so why can’t we do it now? Perhaps after tonight, everything will fall back into place.

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On my third game of flip-cup, I’m beyond buzzed. In fact, when I walk I float. I’m on cloud nine. Here, this carefree and lively state is exactly where I wanted to be. Naturally, I’m competitive and amazing at drinking games so I finish my third game with yet another win. I cheer as Tommy from algebra hands me a cup of who knows what as my reward.

“Hey there beautiful,” a husky voice greets from behind me.

I spin around and kind of become dizzy from the action but catch myself.

It’s Billy.

“Hey hottie,” I smirk.

He snickers and closes the space between us to whisper in my ear. “How about you and I go somewhere a little more private?”

That’s a nice thought. He is cute. His ass could have its own zip code. Plus, he has no shirt on under that leather jacket, hello washboard like abs. His California tanned skin glistens under a thin layer of sweat. Damn, he’s a human Ken doll.

He’s no Steve though. Wait… what? I don’t think of Steve like that. Why would I think that? Um, yeah, that’s a no! Then again, Steve is always there for me. Sometimes it can be annoying how he’s always there. It means he cares but I don’t want to dump all of my drama on him. Then, he gets upset when I don’t open up. I hate it when I hurt him. I love him so much that when he’s in pain so am I.

“Okay,” I blurt out without truly thinking.

“Cool,” I hear him whisper as he takes my hand and starts pulling me toward the stairs across the room.

Wait, what? What am I doing? This isn’t me. I don’t like Billy. He treats Steve like shit. If anything I should kick his pretty ass. Though if I tried he’d probably murder me.

I glance down at his hand engulfing mine. It’s all rough and twice the size of my own. If we make it upstairs, it’ll be just him and I. I’ll be defenseless. I may be drunk but I’m not oblivious. My intuition is still working and it’s screaming for me to pull my shit together.

“Hey Billy? I don’t think…” I press my heels into the floor, slowing him down just as we reach the bottom of the stairs.

Aggressively, he whips around and purposefully towers over me to act intimidating. “What? Now, you’re saying no? Are you messing me? Playing with me!” He accuses.

I shake my head dramatically, “no! No, that’s not what-”

“Oh, so you still want to do this,” he presses.

Too impatient for an answer, he continues up the stairs. The grip he has on me has shifted up to my wrist. I attempt to tug myself free but fear dislocating it, his strength is too great. I stumble up the stairs behind me and I startle to feel dizzy. I think it’s safe to say I’ve had too much.

“No,” I whine, “I don’t want to! Stop! Please! I don’t want to! No!”

“Hey!” A booming voice echoes from the bottom of the stairs.

Rapid footsteps approach from behind me and a rush of relief consumes me when Steve appears beside me. He places a protective hand on my back.

“What the hell is going here?” He directs at Billy, taking note of his fist wrapped around my wrist.

“Nothing that concerns you, Harrington. Y/N and I were just heading upstairs.” He jolts his hand forward, causing me to traveling with it.

Steve instantly pries Billy’s hand from my body. Then, shoves him in the back, flying him forward to land with his ass on the stairs. “Don’t you ever touch her again! You hear me?!” He sneers. His face turns this deep red as he pants angrily.

The two start bickering but I can’t keep up. I see three Steves and a couple Billys shouting in each other’s faces. I lean against the railing unsteadily and slide down to sit on the steps. My eyes suddenly feel very heavy.

“I’m going to go to bed now,” I announce to no one in particular.

I decide to get some rest and shut my eyes. It’s okay, Steve’s here. He’ll protect me.

I’m not sure how much time has past when I hear Tommy and some of the other basketball boys come to break up the fight.

“Come on Y/N,” I hear Steve whisper to me, “let’s get you home.”

Feeling as light as a feather, I’m picked up like a sleepy child off the ground. For a moment, I fall asleep again. I rest my head on his chest and ponder the rare opportunity to sleep without being afraid of being eaten by a monster.

“Y/N?” I hear someone repeatedly call my name. “Y/N, wake up!”

I ease open my eyes and at first my vision is blurry but then they eventually adjust. Steve glances down at me as he we cross the threshold hold to the front yard.

“You smell like sunshine and all things exquisite,” I mumble to myself, adjusting myself in his arms to curl closer to his warmth.

“Even when hammered you still manage to be a walking thesaurus,” he teases.

Opps, he heard me. Oh well, I wasn’t lying. He smells like vanilla, the ocean, sugar, spice, and everything nice.

Goosebumps course over my skin as a brisk October breeze hits me. I shiver slightly and Steve holds me closer.

“We’re almost to my car. I’ll turn on the heat high. You’re okay,” he promises calmly.

Playing the hero, Steve places me into the passenger seat gently and straps me in. I toss my head to the side and rest my eyes again. He shuts the door for me before jogging to the driver’s side. The car drowns out the sound of chaos coming from the party and creates a sense of security. Steve slides behind the wheel and for some reason I choose now to act reasonable.

“Have you been drinking? If so, you shouldn’t drive,” I state like a health textbook.

He chuckles, popping in the keys. “I’m sober. Promise.”

“That’s nice. Good to know,” I yawn.

The last thing I can remember of the ride home is Steve turning on the car.

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I wake up silently as Steve pulls up in front of my house. He’s unaware of my stare as he finishes parking and turning off the car.

“Hazel,” I tell him, announcing my woken state.

He looks to me with scrunched eyebrows, all confused. It’s cute when he does that. He’s cute. Geez, what the heck am I saying? He’s dating my best friend! Steve is Steve and Katherine, we don’t mix, at least that way.

“What?” He questions, turning to face me.

“Your eyes… they’re hazel…” I repeat softly with a yawn. “But, it really depends on the lighting.”

He snickers, and astonished expression blesses his features. The subtle blush forming on his cheeks makes me smile to see him all bashful because of my comment. He has no idea how gorgeous we truly is, inside and out. He glances down at his lap, at his hands fidgeting with a button on his jacket, then back up at me with hooded eyes.

“See, right now!” I point out, “they’re a dark brown like a burnt caramel, basically black. When you’re really focused on a task or upset about something, they go dark. Then, when you’re really happy or excited, they turn to a light hazel… like seaglass. It’s how I can tell if something’s bothering you. You don’t even have to tell me half the time. All I have to do is look into your eyes and I know,” I state a matter-of-factly with a light snicker.

I shift you see him directly and tuck a few strands of my hair away from my face. He watches my every move patiently, eagerly, for me to say something more, anything. I can’t speak for him but my heart won’t stop racing. Is it possible to have stage fright in a conversation? I feel like a mannequin, on display. Nervously, I twirl my hair at the ends and find myself unable to meet his gaze anymore.

“Your pupils are rarely small,” I add quietly. “They’re usually really big and take up most of your eye giving off the illusion they’re black. One thing that never changes is…” I make a circle with my finger in front of my eye to demonstrate, “is the gold rim around each of them.” I lower my hand into my lap and play with the end of my sweatshirt. “That’s my favorite part… ” I confess timidly.

I wouldn’t be saying these things if I were sober. I wish he would say something, anything. He must think I’m crazy. He finds me with Billy heading up stairs. I can only imagine what he must think of me now. Embarrassed beyond belief and sobering up, I excuse myself.

“Thanks for the ride,” I say as I unbuckle myself. “See you Monday!”

Swiftly, I climb out of the car. As I walk toward my front door, I curse myself for acting so stupid! Geez, what was I thinking? ‘The gold rim around each of them, that’s my favorite part!’ What kind of mushy, guhsy, marshmallow fluff is that? Ew! If he never spoke to me again I would judge that as completely reasonable! He has a girlfriend! He’s taken! Completely off limits! Why did I spew out this creepy nonsense to him like a total idiot? I’m not some lovesick teenage girl! I’m going to go to my room, put in some Guns N’ Roses, and just scream into my pillow all weekend! It sounds like an excellent plan to me because I just ruined my friendship with Steve forever! Add Nancy to that list because once he fills her in on what I said I’ll lose both of them!

“Y/N!” He calls after me.

I ignore it as I march faster toward the door. He’s only going to call me crazy because I was acting crazy!

“Y/N, wait!” He repeats as I hear him shut the car door and run toward me.

“Goodnight, Steve!” I urge him away without turning around.

His footsteps speed up until they come to a halt directly behind me. I reach for the door handle, my freedom. Desperately, he grips my forearm and steps in front of me, blocking the front door.

“Look, could you just slow down for a sec?” He yells at me as he pants to catch his breath.

“No! I can’t slow down! I just want to go inside, get in my pajamas, and forget tonight ever happened! Alright? Now, excuse me,” I gesture for him to get out of the way.

Reluctantly, paired with an overly dramatic eye roll, he steps aside. Despite wanting his to leave, I thank him quietly for cracking open the front door slowly, making sure not to wake anyone.

“Nance and I broke up…” Steve drops on me.

My heart leaps and I stop dead in my tracks. Unsure of what to do or say, I remain still in the doorway and wait for him to say more.

“She never loved me,” he explains with a heartbroken tone. “At least… I don’t think she did…”

Shit. Please don’t tell me that, Harrington. It only makes me want you more. He’s always so close but too far out of reach. I care about him more than anything but he’ll never mine. I’m just the friend.

I spin on my heels and offer him a sympathetic smile, “would you like to come in?”

He nods, clearly miserable. I step aside, allowing him in. After shutting the door behind us, I warn him to be quiet so we don’t wake my parents. He nods slowly and slips his hand into mine. Never breaking eye contact with me, he leads the way through the moonlit house toward my room. His platonic touch is so blissful, I can only imagine what it feels like otherwise.

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Steve and I sit on my bed in our usual positions with my record player going quietly. He lounges like a patient in therapy and me, acting as his therapist, criss-cross beside him. He explains everything. He describes how drunk Nancy got and how he followed her to the bathroom. It was there they got into a fight. She admitted feeling guilty for the loss of Barb. Then, she called all of it bullshit. Us acting like carefree teenagers, never telling Barb’s parents the truth, her love for Steve, all of it is bullshit. He asked Jonathan to take her home and that’s when he stumbled upon me and Billy.

Watching Steve relive it all and hearing the pain in his voice breaks my heart. How could Nance do this to him? I get that she’s going through something, we all are. I’m by no means normal. I’m hiding everything for Pete’s sake! I haven’t been myself for over a year. Steve was just now becoming truly happy again! He was putting on a brave face for Nancy for so long! Now, she crushed it. She crushed him.

I reach and place my hand over his as they rest intertwined on his stomach. “I’m sorry. Truly, I am.”

“I really loved her. At least, I think I did. I don’t know anymore. I thought she loved me too.”

“I did too,” I tell him honestly.

He glances away from the ceiling down to me, “what can I do?”

I wish I knew the answer. I wish there was a way I could take away his pain. Yet, I have nothing. I shrug, “I’m not entirely sure. I think you should at least talk to her.

Tomorrow, of course, when she’s sobered up. Perhaps, she was just drunk and didn’t mean what she said. She wasn’t in the proper mindset.”

“So I shouldn’t take what she said to heart?”

“Well, there’s also the argument that drunk words are sober thoughts.”

“Does the same go for you?” He snickers.

I laugh, “sometimes.”

“So you don’t like the gold in my eyes? I thought it was your favorite part?” He smirks, turning to lay on his side and face me. My hand would’ve fallen off his hadn’t he flipped his over to catch it.

Ugh, he’s such a sneaky jerk! His cheeky smirk only grows with my silence. Warmth rushes to my cheeks as I bashfully hide my face.

“Yeah… about that…” I laugh nervously, “let’s just pretend I didn’t say anything.”

“Should I forget that you also said I smell like sunshine and everything exquisite?” He adds to the torment.

I groan, tossing my head back. This must count as torture. “Preferably, yes,” I request shortly.

We share a laugh at my annoyed reaction. He’s impossible! Even he should be mopping he still manages to tease me!

A comfortable silence fills the air and I stare down at the pillow in my lap as I play with the lettering on it.

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kick ass. kol mikaelson

word count: 1.8k

warnings: mentions of blood and some violence

requested: n/a

plot: you get hurt and deal with the repercussions

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"i'm fully capable of kicking your ass," you spat. you were having none of it. you'd been threatened plenty of times in your lifetime, you were equipped to handle this kind of situation. ever since you started dating an original vampire, he had you taking every precaution. you always had vervain in your system. you took self defence classes. you always carried a small stake in your purse, just for times like this. "and if i'm not, my boyfriend certainly won't hesitate to."

"i don't see your boyfriend anywhere?"

"do you know who my boyfriend is?"

"should i?" he took a few steps towards you, but you mimicked and took a few steps back. you weren't far from the compound, so there was no doubt in your mind that if you screamed loud enough, kol could hear you.

you wore a sly smile. "you probably should."

you clutched the stake in your hand, holding it behind your back, ready to move on him if he tried anything. "too bad—" you saw it coming before he did, and quickly sliced his hand open with the tip of stake before he could touch you. while he was caught off guard you nailed him right in the crotch with a powerful kick.

he stumbled backwards, and before he could recover you ran as quickly as you could in the direction of the compound. you weren't stupid. you could only defend yourself so much against a vampire, no matter how young they were. you were sure he could kill you with no trouble at all, you just couldn't give him the chance.

you didn't have a second to pull out your phone to warn anyone of your situation, so you continued to run until you felt a hand clamp around your ankle and yank you to the ground. your face slammed into the pavement, your nose dripping now with blood. you leak out a shriek at the impact, and you quickly noticed the stake in your hand had jammed into you leg as you fell. you pushed aside the pain and scrambled away from the vamp hunting you.

if you died, kol would never let you hear the end of it. he was always having a go at you for being reckless with you life. but in his eyes, being reckless with your life, included simple things like walking home alone, or closing up the bar you worked by yourself, or even leaving the compound without telling him your whereabouts. these were all simple things, things you couldn't avoid. he didn't get it though. so you just didn't tell him. you'd lie and say your walked home with a friend. or lie and say your manager was locking up with you that night. what he didn't know, wouldn't hurt him.

you only wished now, in this moment, that you had listened to him.

you were steps away from the compound, clawing your way to the gates, your right leg struggling from where the stake had penetrated your thigh. you could feel the vampire looming over you. you flipped over, trying to push yourself up with your arms but your legs were weak.

you wore a tired, wicked smile on your face. blood was oozing from your nose, dripping onto your lips. the vamp couldn't understand your reaction, when he was about to suck the life out of you.

"you really don't wanna do this— you're kinda already dead for this," you motioned to your bloodied face. the vampire shook his head, wearing a smirk that you were sure would be wiped off his face any moment now.

"you're pretty cocky for someone that's about to die," he quipped.

"if anyone's about to die— i can promise that it's going to be you," you let out a heavy sigh of relief when you heard klaus' voice from behind you. "you not only interrupted my reading but you've also only gone and bashed up the face of my brother's girl."

you saw the young vampires face turn pale. he knew who he was dealing with. everyone knew klaus, everyone knew the mikaelsons. he suddenly looked very regretful.

"you're— you're boyfriend is—"

"kol mikaelson," he appeared from behind klaus, elijah and freya following behind him. klaus grabbed the young vamp before he got any ideas about running away. you knew they were going to really make him pay for this. you'd feel sorry for him if he hadn't just tried to kill you, twice.

kol crouched beside you, his eyebrows knitted tightly together as he gently touched your face. you winced, pulling away from him. his jaw clenched. his eyes remained on you, as he spoke to his siblings. "freya, take y/n inside and clean her up," kol helped you onto your feet, handing you over to freya with great care as you limped on inside.

you were sure that vampire never lived to see another day. you were sure when he was left alone with klaus, kol and elijah that he was made to suffer deeply. you tried not to think about it. you should be used to the blood and gore by now, but nothing ever prepared you for it. you put it out of your mind, hissing when freya touched your nose cautiously. you frowned, leaning away from her touch.

"ow," you mumbled quietly. freya muttered a quiet sorry in return, but continued to wipe away the blood that had poured all over the rest of your face.

"i don't think it's broken," she wore a sympathetic smile, you were sure she was trying not to think about what her brothers were doing too. "but it's bruised pretty bad."

you nodded, letting her touch your chin and tilt your head backwards. "shove these up there and it should stop the bleeding," you did as she said and put the cotton wool up your nostrils, and sure enough the bleeding stopped. "what happened to your leg?"

you scoffed out a laugh, your head still tilted back as you held the cotton up your nose. you couldn't really see freya from this angle at all. "uh— that was my fault actually— never run with scissors— or stakes in this instance."

freya cracked a small smile of amusement. you were the clumsiest person she'd met, only you would bring a stake to defend yourself and end up hurting yourself with it. "you're so stupid," she muttered half-jokingly. you could tell she was waiting for the moment her brothers would come back and start some kind of argument over this. she always tried to keep the peace, which is why she wasn't grilling you about walking home alone. and although you knew kol was worried about you, you were also prepared to get an earful from him about being more careful. so right now, you were thankful to be in freya's company over any other mikaelson.

"uh huh," you nodded. it was true, you did often get yourself into these stupid situations. it wasn't your fault, you were like a beacon for bad situations. you titled your head back to its normal level, catching freya's stare. "do you think he'll be mad?"

she gave you a soft stare before refocusing on your leg, cleaning out the wound. "don't worry about it," she shook her head. "you know he's really only angry with himself. he just needs to get it all out."

you nodded, your eyes moving to the door frame where kol was standing silently watching his sister tend to your wound. he didn't look angry, you thought. "i can take over, sister," he spoke up, catching freya's attention. she nodded, putting down her supplies and walking to kol.

"don't be mean to her," she threatened quietly, so only he could hear. kol clenched his jaw as his sister left and you sat watching him standing far away from you.

"hey," you mumbled. he moved so he was sitting where freya sat before in front of you. he didn't look at you, he just picked up the supplies freya had been using to clean out your wound, and begun inspecting your leg. "are you mad at me?"

he shook his head.

you noticed a bit of blood on his neck that he must've missed upon cleaning himself up. he would never let you see him like that. he always cleaned himself up before he came to you. he knew how much you hated blood. you accepted his lifestyle. you just didn't need to see it, he knew that.

"i should've called," you let out a soft sigh. you felt bad for lying now. lying to him didn't benefit anyone. you knew he was protective, but you also knew it was for good reason. for this exact reason. you felt guilty.

"yeah," he mumbled. you winced as he pulled a splinter out of your wound, you hand instinctively went to his shoulder and squeezed tight. he stopped, glancing up at you where he finally saw the bruising surrounding your nose. he threw down the supplies in his hands and let out a deep sigh.

"i'm sorry," you frowned, you moved your hand from his shoulder to the side of his face. "i'll be more careful next time."

"no next time," he shook his head. he placed his hand over yours and moved it from his face so he could hold your hand. "sweetheart, i just want you to be safe."

you nodded. "i know," you loved kol, so much it hurt sometimes. and it pained you to see him looking so upset, so unlike himself. "if it makes you feel any better, i got a good kick in to his balls before all this happened."

kol cracked a small smile, ducking his head. "that does make me feel a bit better, actually."

you looked at him sympathetically. you wanted to ease his worry but there wasn't much you could do. he would always be worried and protective no matter how careful you were.

"d'you still love me even though i'm a bad girlfriend, who gets herself into bad situations more often than you'd care for me to?"

"'course i still love you, darling," he squeezed your hand he was holding and lifted it to press a kiss to the back of your hand. "just call me next time you need a ride home."

you nodded, still wearing a gentle smile. you were glad he wasn't angry, you didn't have the energy to hash this out with him. he knew you understood why he is the way he is.

"i love you," you squeezed his hand in return. "thanks for protecting me."

"anytime," he wore a lopsided smile now. he leaned closer a pressed a soft kiss onto your lips.

"still think i'm pretty with this honker?" you teased, trying to make light of the situation now that everything had been resolved. kol snorted, pulling away from your lips.

"i do," you wore a wide smile. he moved both his hands to either side of your face and held you still, looking over you. "you're beautiful."

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