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#that little 'i did do that' he whispers to himself was too hilarious so here is a thing
peterpandiedtoday · 2 years
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man did i have a stressful day yesterday with washing machines and the dryer acting up, having soo much to do, it raining like heck alllll day, having to go and print plane tickets, it being an early cats show and wanting boba before leaving and somehow. through sheer luck and despite technically leaving way too late i arrived at the boba shop half an hour before the show and could comfortably have a drink. miracles do happen
#personal Davy#okay cats cats cats and i have to start with this bc i absolutely can't stop thinking about it it's just soo funny and fit the situation#so. munk's tail got ripped off. during the macavity fight. from the mac back jump. and not in a the tail came loose way. no. Ripped#when he was on the floor there was just a little stub left and the tail was on the floor. mungo found it and poked at it curiously then took#it and started laughing. while munk was curled up. tailless. not even sure he noticed but ah. he lost his tail in the fight!!!!!!!!!!#several ppl whispered to him during the dark bit and he got up and got a new one at the next best opportunity but he Also seems to have#found it hilarious b/c he kept talking and motioning to his tail it was. hilarious. fitting. cute af. i owe  u my lfye mr snova sir please#also bc. he was so affectionate with tugger. with everyone but like during his song he wasn't annoyed at all like literally all other munks#i've seen he just i would even say fondly watched and danced with him when he was close and was just vibing? mr snova.. mr... mr snovaaaa...#but from the get go they were so soft with each other. during the pyramid tugger caressed munk's head when he hissed hi and held his hand#back when tugger covered his during old deut and randomly reached back for him when he stood behind him during the ball and uhm.#while tugger and bomba fcked he stood next to them and watched. smiling. and whenthey were done he lovingly pushed tugger's hair from his#sweaty forehead while tugger was still half lying on the tire Spent. i was.... speechless even in my brain#and during the mating dance tugger put his leg over deme and munk put his arm around both of them holding tugger by the waist just hhhhhhhh#and while it isn't unusual for tugger to put his and on munk's inner thigh during skimble it Is unusual for munk to do it back which he Did#yes other character tidbits happened too but that's between me and me and it was probably the last snova munk so why not focus on him here#i do have an undefeatable munk preferences for munk by himself but snova as both munk and tugger loves saying Ur Valid which is nice
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anantaru · 9 months
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ARE YOU DEAF, OR JUST STUPID?
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— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — visiting a club at night wasn't something scaramouche would normally agree on, but when someone asks if you're single all of a sudden, the night appeared to become all the more eventful.
— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 800 words
— ꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff & crack, he's a jealous man with a dream, gn! reader
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the hefty, immersive atmosphere encompassing your body was erratic, shining and full of lucent light.
you can perceive the differences in scents colliding with each other in the humid air of the underground club you were currently visiting as your boyfriend scaramouche was anything else but delighted to be here.
at least you're with him, but he simply doesn't get the appeal of being ringed in between infuriating, boring, pesky little humans having fun.
indeed, he has been playing the grumpy card for the majority of the time, fairly speaking, 'grumpy' was a comical understatement.
most of all, he cannot even convince himself to go out, don't even mention manipulating himself into thinking he likes it. because what's there to like? the noisy crowd or the blaring music blasting into his poor ears with people wildly shaking their bodies to the pesky tune, including you— who thankfully was only having eyes for him, also gleefully dancing and swaying your body as your boyfriend only watched;
stone-cold features not moving a muscle, unbothered and ready to go home again.
but then, the atmosphere changes when you feel someone tap on your shoulder, "sorry if this is weird." you flinch immediately by surprise, noticing the man behind you as you pull your head aside to face him.
"but are you single pretty?"
ugh, double ugh.
yet if you were being quite honest with yourself now, you're already laughing and were feeling just a little bad for the random guy asking you such a question not knowing what storm he had just conjured— because he does not even see that scaramouche was also standing next to you, mouth tight and swallowing, clearly not pleased by that insignificant insect, as he called him, bothering his partner while having fun.
"what?" scaramouche doesn't waste a single breath and spits out immediately, right away cutting you off the conversation entirely and inserting himself into the middle of you and the stranger so he couldn't bother you anymore, even if he tried. "what did you say?"
"w-wait, who are you?" the stranger forces a smile on his tensed face, strikingly irritated.
"are you deaf?" well, again, to make things clear, you should maybe pray to the archons now, clearly not for your boyfriend but for the odd man there. if it wasn't this hilarious. but you silently tug on scaramouche's arm to signal him that it was in fact, okay, and you could simply handle this alone, but you would also lie to yourself if you'd say that it wasn't cute, quite charming too, of him to be this animated, let alone protective right now.
scaramouche feels his throat tighten but doesn't let any anger run down, it's pointless and he would only make people notice him even more. "i don't want any troubles." the man silences down, feeling a warm, embarrassing hotness on his neck and his shoulders shrug inwards, because how possibly couldn't he react that way?
presently, he was being watched up and down, up and down, closely, with those indigo eyes boring sharp, burning daggers into his flesh and bones. "then you better leave."
"because there's no one single here, leave." scaramouche takes a step forward, "do you i have to spell it out for you or are you just that stupid?"
you could've sworn you heard a little 'no' leaving past the guys lips, yet the irksome stranger ultimately decided to take a haste leave instead, thankfully, but not before awkwardly glancing towards you and back to scaramouche, grinning through his tensed mouth, as if not knowing how to possibly tackle a situation like that, ever.
"you didn't have to do this, you know." you sneakily whisper into scaramouche's ear, "but then." and you begin to ponder dramatically in front of him, wrapping your arms around his body as you perceived his muscles lose on tension, "i wouldn't have been able to see this cute side of you."
what followed next was quite a sight to behold— that sicken, repulsed look on scaramouche face was award worthy, the best one in all of teyvat, but you loved that about him and place a soft, pleasing kiss on his parted lips before he was able to say anything back.
"i'm not cute." yet his response brushes over your lips regardless, his warm breath coating your own while he leaned into your warmth, gracefully accepting your candied kisses that were his treasured favorites.
"lets leave this place before i track that sucker down."
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01zfan · 3 months
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third | j.sc
boyfriend!sungchan x fem!reader | 3.9k words
this is a mature work, minors do not interact
third base - touching below the waist (without sexual intercourse) or manual stimulation of genitals.
contains: established relationship, mutual masturbation, f. fingering, switch reader and switch sungchan if you squint. only slightly proofread.
base series: first | second | third | homerun
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you looked at your boyfriend sitting at the foot of your bed. you could feel the gentle kneading on your feet, trying to dull the ache that was brought on by being on them all day.
this was becoming a part of your friday night routine. sungchan would pick you up from your late night shift at work and drive you home while you complained about customers and laughed as you recounted funny moments with your coworkers. sungchan always listened attentively, also in shock at the stupidity of the customers you had to deal with. sungchan would talk about his day then he would drop you off in front of your house, coming around to open the door for you. you would kiss and say goodbye. then he would drive off.
this was all a part of the master plan you came up with to sneak your boyfriend into your parents house. the front door camera would see him drive away after waiting for you to close the door to go inside. what the camera wouldn’t see is sungchan park his car at his friends who lived in the same neighborhood as you and “sneak” up to your window so you could let him in. you enjoyed being rebellious, and he enjoyed humoring you. you loved watching sungchan pull himself up through the window into your room. sungchan would never admit it but he loved showing off how easy it was for him.
even in the dark of your room looking at his back you could see the tentative and concise movements. his white tee moved in tandem with his ministrations on your foot. the fact that he was perched at the end of your bed like a little bird while being gigantic never ceased to amaze you. he carried himself similarly to a large puppy. so innocent and playful, while not knowing his true size. there were moments where he would lay on you and you would have to pinch him to get him off. he often picked you up like you weighed nothing, and you still weren’t sure if he knew how you felt when he’d lean against a wall looking down at you. the only illumination from the television helped you see through the negative space in his shirt. did he even know his muscles rippled underneath that white tee, that his shoulders were so broad?
you almost felt guilty when he turned around and smiled at you laughing at a funny part in the show. 
“this show is hilarious, babe.” sungchan told you, shaking your feet slightly for emphasis.
“it is but you can’t be too loud my parents might hear you.” you said trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. you wanted to jump his bones more than anything, but you atleast had to give the illusion that you weren’t completely objectifying your boyfriend behind his back.
“oh you’re right. i completely forgot.” sungchans voice went completely down to a whisper and that made you smile. he turned back to the show and started massaging your calves.
“you’re really tense.” he whispered.
“sungchan.” you whispered matching his volume.
“hmm?” he looked at you again with his pretty brown eyes. “want me to go back to your feet?”
“can you come up here instead?” it was a struggle to sound neutral. something was in the air, you usually weren’t this desperate. 
sungchan gently set your legs back on the bed and crawled over to you. he sat up next to you leaning on the headboard. it felt like there was an awkward blanket surrounding you two. it was strange, even during the awkwardness in between moments of intimacy you still felt adrenaline bubbling underneath your skin.  he was your boyfriend, intimacy wasn’t new to either of you but it always felt like the first time without fail. maybe that comes with the territory of being young and in love, you feel on fire constantly. 
you put a hand on his thigh, patting him trying to break through the moment. sungchan instantly puts his hand over yours.
“thanks for the massage. and for picking me up from work. and for sneaking through my window.” you grab his hand and kiss it. sungchan slowly sinks down from sitting on the headboard to lay next to you. 
“no problem. i love doing stuff for you.” he said it with no hesitation. like it was his second nature. maybe he really was a puppy.
you slowly leaned forward to kiss his nose. it was a simple peck you pulled back as soon as you went in. when you saw sungchan’s face get a little red. you two held contact like that for what seemed like centuries. both chests heaving in anticipation, grinning ear to ear like idiots. him looking down at your lips gave you the confidence to go back in for a kiss right on his lips. 
sungchan immediately took control of the situation, putting a gentle hand on your cheek to pull you closer. the other hand rested on the nape of your neck, as a guide to help you deepen the kiss. your hands opted to rest on a shoulder with his shirt in a vice grip. your teeth occasionally clashed together, not used to this slightly awkward angle. you reluctantly pulled away. sungchan’s hands still rested on your body. his lips were swollen and had a pinker tint than usual. 
“is something wrong?” his blown out pupils only made his eyes more expressive, slightly worried he went overboard.
“can you sit up?” 
“yes. of course.” sungchan said a little too quickly propping himself on his arms while his back leaned against the headboard. you could see his curious face light up from the television as it cut to another scene. whatever was showing was long forgotten as you put your legs on either side of him. 
your bout of courage to straddle sungchan subsided. now he was the one looking up at you, mouth slightly open. sungchan always looked at you with such awe and curiosity. how did he land in your bed with you on top of him, guiding his hands to your hips? he knew he was the luckiest man on earth when you pulled him close to kiss him again. you pulled him in, desperate to get a close as possible. sungchans hands moved to the small of your back. you could feel his large warm hands resting there, splayed out to cover the most area possible. when you put your tongue in his mouth his hands on your back pulled you in.
you two were chest to chest. sungchan tilted his head to get a better angle. you will admit you were still clumsily going through the motions of kissing. you weren’t sure when to tilt your head like sungchan was doing his, or how to properly incorporate your tongue into kissing. all you knew was that you were ravaging him, not able to get enough. you knew sungchan felt the same way because his arms wrapped around you, caging you in. he had you surrounded the best way possible. the need running through your veins gave you another dose of courage to grind against him. sungchan broke through the sound of kissing with a moan. you began letting out breathy pants and whimpers. you were desperate to let him know you were enjoying everything.
sungchan’s hands were now on your waist. you two had taken a break from kissing to rest forehead to forehead looking in eachothers eyes. sungchan looked at you, not breaking eye contact as he slowly pressed you down on the hardness in his pants. you let out another moan, nodding your head and gripping his shoulders. he looked down where you two were touching, mouth agape. 
you could no longer kiss him, too focused on trying to swivel your hips to feel that pressure. sungchan’s grip on you was only getting tighter, his breathy moans becoming more frequent.
you leaned back moving your hands to grip his thighs. using your leverage you were able to control the pace and feel every inch of him. his gray sweatpants and your pajama bottoms allowed both of you to feel the pressure. your head lulled back when sungchan helped you slowly drag against his whole length. when you looked back up sungchan was staring at you. he looked ready to eat you then and there, eyes low and staring directly into yours.
“i can do this all night,” sungchan said, a smile breaking on his lips “you’re so good at this.”
“take your shirt off.” you pushed yourself off his thighs and went to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up. sungchan lifted his arms up and took off his shirt with one hand. you moaned and began rubbing your hands all over his body. so defined, brought on by hours of discipline and exercise. everything about sungchan was so hot you could barely control yourself anymore.
“you want it bad, huh?” sungchan teased. his hands dipped underneath your pajama pants to grab handfuls of your ass. he used the grip to move you against his length again. “no underwear.”
“i never wear underwear to bed.” you said. sungchan throbbed underneath you. “and you’re the one that picked me up dressed like a slut.”
sungchan’s laugh boomed in your room. you were knocked out of your current state to bring a hand to his mouth. you didn’t pull your hand away until he had stopped laughing. you smiled on instinct, despite trying to be authoritative.
“a slut?” sungchan made sure to whisper.
“a white tee and gray sweatpants is the sluttiest thing a man can wear.” you said with a serious face but you couldn’t stop the tone from coming out jokingly.
“so you were degrading your poor sweet boyfriend while he was rubbing your feet?” sungchan tried to pout, but the way he pulsed in between you let you know he liked it.
“oh but i’m very grateful.” you smiled, slowly resuming movement of your hips. sungchan caught on quick, his big hands moving to guide you again.
after building the tension back, sungchan pulled you in for another kiss and you happily obliged. it wasn’t long until you could feel the wetness seep through your thing pajama shorts. you knew that evidence of your arousal would be all over sungchans sweatpants.
“i’m really wet.” you whimpered in between kisses. 
“can i see?” sungchan pulled at your waistband, letting it hit snap back against your skin. your body was on fire as you nodded, moving your body backwards on the bed. sungchan moved to a sitting position, trying to give you as much room in front of him as possible. it was almost awkward moving backwards in a crab walk position, but sungchan’s hand on your knee egged you on.
once in a good position you propped yourself up on your elbows and with your knees raised slowly opened your legs more and more. sungchan watched attentively, swiping his finger over your clothes slit. 
“wow,” he sounded amazed. “you’re so wet.”
sungchan’s finger went back to your pants. rubbing up and down slowly. your body twitched in response, the teasing becoming too much.
“can i turn on the lamp? i wanna see you.” sungcchan’s other hand that was on your bent knee rubbed soothing circles, trying to get you as comfortable as possible. 
“yeah you can.” 
sungchan turned his body to your bedside lamp. without his hand on your knee, you instinctively let your knees come together, trying to cover your lower half. 
the light came on and you were suddenly hyperaware of the growing wet spot on your pants and sungchan’s sweats. you could also get a better view of sungchan’s body, his abs flexing as his hand went back to your knee.
“you’re so cute.” sungchan said smiling. his reassuring hand gave you the confidence to spread your legs again. he went back to drawing his finger up and down your vagina. sungchan honed in on your clit, the bundle of nerves that was slightly protruding out. you couldn’t stop the moan from coming out and he slowly circled your clit.
“feels really good sungchan.” you wanted to close your legs again on his hand in efforts to keep it in place till you reached your climax. but sungchan’s hand was steady on your knee, with just enough force to keep them apart.
“can i take these off?” sungchan asked quietly and he reached for your waistband again. you nodded and lifted your hips up, giving him the room he needed to slide your bottoms off of you. 
sungchan sucked in a breath as all of you was put on display for him. you weren’t sure if you were imagining things but you swear you could see him twitch in his pants. sungchan was staring at your center, both of his hands running up and down your thighs. he slowly pressed his hands on either side of your inner thighs, forcing you to spread apart more. now you were really on display for him.
“you like what you see?” you asked playfully. the tent in his pants was making you feel powerful.
“i love it.” sungchan sounded breathless as he stared at your center. his dick clearly jumped in his sweatpants as his hands got closer and closer to your heat.
“you off your pants so i can see how much you love it.” you used your fingers to spread your pussy out even more, showing him how you were clenching around nothing. 
sungchan took his pants off quickly, heeding your request. his dick bobbed up and down, resting on his stomach. it was solid and hard, a little bit of precum dripping from his tip. 
he let his legs spread out on your bed, making his body even larger than before. he looked like a sculpture, each muscle carved delicately carved out in stone.
“you look like a painting, babe.” sungchan spoke like he had just ran a mile. his hair was haphazardly pushed back, he didn’t even want to take the time to move his hair out of the way if it meant taking away from looking at you. “just for me to look at.”
“only for you.” you moaned pushing up your pajama shirt to reveal your boobs. you touched them tentatively, already so sensitive.
sungchan is the most articulate person you know. you just didn’t mean speaking, though. sungchan is always very purposeful with every action, sentence, and to you it seemed like even his thoughts were well managed. you always reveled in his discipline, especially when he would describe to you his day. school, workout, homework, eat, sleep. he was always very in control of everything while also being the warmest personality in the room. sungchan’s control was one of his strong suit, so it always took you by surprise when an action or unregulated thought slipped through the cracks.
he was also very considerate. he never wanted to make you feel pressured to do anything, to the point where he would never initiate touching first. so when sungchan’s face heated up in embarrassment after telling you he masturbates to the thought of you like this, all spread out and on display for him, your face heated up too.
“sorry. i didn’t mean to say that.” sungchan smiled sheepishly. you couldn’t stop imagining him in the confines of his room, thinking of you while he touched himself.
“c-can you show me how you touch yourself when i’m not there?” you slowly pulled your finger in and out of yourself, gathering as much slick as you could. sungchan watched you carefully as you dragged your finger on the underside of his dick, giving him extra lubrication to jerk himself off.
sungchan got the hint quickly. he spread the precum on his tip and your slick together up and down his length. after an experimental stroke he slowly leaned forward, bringing his hand to your face. you looked at him in confusion.
“spit.” sungchan said, the most impatient you’ve ever seen him.
after letting some spit dribble from your mouth, sungchan brought the same hand to his mouth and spat roughly. 
sungchan let out a ragged breath and he gently stroked himself, slowly at first. he looked at his hard dick fisted in his hand then looked to you. he kept eye contact and you looked everywhere as you watched him in awe. his stomach flexed with each stroke, his slow hand making himself twitch. his arm was picking up a slow but steady pace, and you watched as his index finger spread the precum from his tip around.
you have never seen anything like sungchan, and the way his pupils were blown out he must’ve thought the same thing about you. you fully took off your pajama shirt, letting him get a full view of your naked body. sungchan moaned, quickening his pace slightly letting his head fall back. 
“what do you think about when i’m not there?” you asked. this brought sungchan’s gaze back to you. you were tempted to start fingering yourself, but you were too caught up in watching sungchan chase his pleasure.
“i think abouttt—fuck. i think about your body.” his voice was so close to becoming whiny, still trying to keep his composure for you. 
“what about my body?” you asked. you began applying pressure to your clit, trying to egg sungchan on.
“your boobs. your ass. your curves. everything about you is so perfect.” sungchan used his spare hand to wrap around your thigh. as quick as his hands were on you, he pulled you closer to him. you were so close to him now. he guided his penis to slap your spread pussy. you gasped out loud at the sudden action. “i think about this pussy the most, though.”
sungchan went back to jerking himself off, you couldn’t help but slip a finger into your heat.
“i think about you all the time too.” you confessed. you were desperate to catch up to where sungchan was. his pace was steadily increasing as he watched you finger yourself.
“what do you think about?” sungchan asked curiously, looking at you finger yourself. “put another finger in, baby.”
“your hands,” you said while putting in a second finger. “they’re so soft and longer than mine.”
“you can’t hit all the spots that i can, huh?” sungchan smiled down at you. he took a hand that was gripping your thigh to reach down and rub circles over your clit.
“n-no. it doesn’t feel as good when i do it either.” you were squirming underneath him. between your fingers and his, you weren’t gonna last much longer. 
sungchan noticed you getting closer and closer. he had completely abandoned jerking himself off to keep a hand on your clit. you felt his other hand creep its way to your heat. when he slipped a finger into you as well, you couldn’t help but moan loudly.
“we gotta be quiet right?” sungchan looked down at you from the headboard. all you could do was nod and bite your lip. sungchan looked at your fucked out face, bending down to kiss your cheek. sungchan made an effort to pick up the pace of your fingers and his. 
“so cute,” sungchan smiled at your furrowed eyebrows, kissing the space in between. “it’s kinda like we are holding hands.” he put an emphasis on his words by touching your fingers. it was all so lewd. the squelching, the moans, the fact that you could feel yourself clenching around you and sungchan’s fingers. 
“i’m close.” you whimpered.
“i got you.” sungchan increased the circles on your clit and you quickly grabbed his dick, jerking him off.
“i want to fuck you so bad.” you moaned, swiveling your hips. his finger was so close to hitting that spot deep inside of you, the one that was just for him.
“no condom babe, gotta be responsible.” sungchan was laughing at you in your desperate state. him laughing at you only made you more desperate, something about the way he mockingly pouted over your neediness. you changed your motions to match how he was jerking himself earlier. his expressions changed almost immediately, getting harder in your hand.
“i’m close now too. keep going please.” sungchan bent his finger inside of you and you had to bite hard on your lip to hold it in. you brought a leg to his shoulder and he immediately attached his mouth to your calf, sucking on the skin.
you came first. it hit you suddenly when sungchan pulled your fingers out and added another one of his. you ended up pulling him closer with your legs, making him bend over. sungchan’s head rested on your stomach as you rode his fingers, one hand on his shoulder digging into the skin. he let out sympathetic whimpers to match your moans. he kept murmuring “i know, i know” as you came down from a high thats been building up for hours. 
when you were done, you used all strength left in your body to sit up, so you could kiss sungchan. his fingers were still inside of you and your hand was still on his dick. you kissed him deeply and started jerking him off again. you wanted him to finish, to see that same feeling of ecstasy that you got to experience.
“fuck.” sungchan pulled away and rested his face in the crook of your neck. “just like that.” he whined.
you kept going, and he took his fingers out of you to to let his hands touch all over your body. you felt his large hands grab your breasts, your sides, your ass, your shoulders, everything. sungchan started to whimper in your ear.
“im about to cum.”
you responded by picking up the speed. sungchan let out on final whimper and he started to slowly collapse against you and could feel his cum go down your hand, dripping on your thigh and core. he continued to whimper and moan in your ear as you quickened the pace.
“oh my god.” sungchan gripped your shoulders as he pulled away to look in between the space of your bodies. he could see the mess he was making on your thighs and core. he slowly leaned back against the headboard, whining as you kept going. “fuck fuck fuck.” 
you didn’t stop until sungchan pulled your hands away and put them at your sides. he was breathing so heavily, chest raising up and down. his eyes were wide open, clearly trying to come down from the overstimulation. seeing him in such a weak state made you want to keep going, but you couldn’t when he pulled you into his sweaty chest. you instead made a mental note of overstimulating your boyfriend in the near future. sungchan pulled you closer to his body and rubbed a soft hand up and down your back. this was his signal that he was done and spent for the night, wanting to cuddle with you and bring you close as possible. you turned around, so sungchan was resting on your chest. you pulled him in even closer and you went to rubbing his head and playing with his hair, something you loved to do to calm him down.
“that was fun.” sungchan said, looking up at you from your chest.
“it was.”
you and sungchan were quiet for a few moments, just holding eachother.
“do you think your parents heard us?”
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gyeomsweetgyeom · 7 months
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[9:13 pm] 
(cw: jaehyun drinks a beer)
Anyone looking looking at Jaehyun right now could tell he was angry. Heck, anyone with eyes would be able to simply glance at him and tell that they should steer clear of him. His jaw was clenched, his dentist probably wouldn’t be happy about the strain he was putting on his jaw, and his eyes were locked on you. You and the man who had been talking and laughing a little too much. Too much smiling, too much laughing, keeping you from Jaehyun for too long. You were only supposed to go to the bathroom then get a drink but now you’d been gone for over 10 minutes, most of that time spent with the bartender.
Jaehyun would argue he wasn’t a jealous person. He didn’t mind that you went out, other guys talked to you, that you had guy friends, because you always came back to him. You always reassured him, easing his hidden insecurities, that he was the only guy for you. But it was different now watching you laugh and look like you had no intention of leaving the bar anytime soon. You peeked a look back at Jaehyun, quickly turning and laughing along with the bartender.
The waiter came back by the table asking if everything this was still fine. Jaehyun replied coldly, eyes still locked on you that everything was fine. He tried to pull his eyes away from you, stabbing the food entirely too dramatically to distract himself from the view of you flirting a few feet away from him.
You finally said bye to the bartender, Jaehyun could tell because you wiggled your fingers flirtily before being called back by the bartender to collect a napkin that he had quickly scribbled on. His number no doubt. Jaehyun scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“Here’s your beer,” you smiled, placing the bottle in front of Jaehyun as you plopped into your seat.
“I didn’t realize the bar was so busy,” Jaehyun replied nonchalantly.
“Oh, it wasn’t. The bartender was so funny and we got sidetracked,” you smile as you cut into your food. Jaehyun sends you a look asking you to elaborate, so you do. “Well, he was telling me that he really liked my shirt and that his roommate would like the shirt since their birthday is coming up so I told him about some stores that have some similar clothes. Then he started telling me some funny stories-”
“Yeah, he looked hilarious.”
“He was! He seemed really cool,” you hum before taking a bite of your food.
Jaehyun felt the annoyance and anger ease a little bit, you had come back to him but you were gushing over another guy to your boyfriend. How did that make any sense to you? Were you withholding information on purpose? Did you like the bartender that much that you had to hide it from Jaehyun? What did the bartender have that Jaehyun didn’t?
“So what, you like him now? He gave you his number didn’t he?” Jaehyun decides to bite the bullet and ask.
You reply calmly, “Well he very clearly told me he thinks that he and I could be good friends so the number was for friendship only because,” you try to fight back a smile, “he wanted to know if my friend at the table was single.”
Jaehyun chokes on his sip of beer, hitting his chest as he coughs to clear his airway. He still manages to choke out a “What?”
“He spent most of the time gushing over my friend and his silky looking hair and his cute dimples and his hot outfit. He asked me to pass along his number in case you might be interested,” you explained.
Jaehyun was bright red now, embarrassed from having made the assumption of you flirting with another guy, red from his lack of air, red from the indirect flirting.
“So?” You question, lightly kicking his foot.
“Why would I take another person’s number? I’m your boyfriend!” Jaehyun whisper yells.
You shrug, “I don’t know, he seems really cool and he gets off soon if you want to go and chat with him.”
“Stop trying to set me up with other people while we’re on a date! We’ve been together for three years!”
“Well you seem to think I go out to restaurants and try to pick people up on dates anyway, not sure if you’d be interested in that. Like maybe you were projecting,” you continue too casually.
Jaehyun rolls his eyes, “you were looking back at me and laughing, then he scribbled something on a napkin and gave it to you. What was I supposed to think?”
“That I was making friends. I’m a cool person, people want to be friends with me, I make friends everywhere I go,” you reply.
“Of course I believe that, you’re a very cool person. I just get in my head sometimes,” Jaehyun replies quietly.
“Oh my love, I know, you get too lost in that big head too often,” you coo, reaching for his hand across the table.
“Uncalled for.” Jaehyun deadpans.
“So are you going to call him? I think you’re like way his type,” you ask teasingly.
“I’m not paying for dinner anymore and you’re sleeping on the couch,” Jaehyun tells you.
You laugh, shaking your head and narrowing your eyes at Jaehyun, “You couldn’t last an hour in bed without me.” And Jaehyun would hate to admit that you’re right.
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winterarmyy · 7 months
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Imagine a like avenger!Bucky x shape shifter! Reader.
It could be enemies to lovers smut too because why not?
The reader is the beast boy but a girl version...you can make them green
I don't see skin color 🙄(I'm joking,I'm black)
What if you make the reader green it could be like Bucky's in his room and he hears crying so he follows the sound to find y/n crying because she messed up on a mission and some agents said mean things idk and he is trying to comfort her and then they kiss and then more idk
Then, if she isn't green it could be .....sex pollen...she gets hit with sex pollen while on a mission and comes back...well you know worked up? She's in pain and even those Bucky "hates her" he also wants to help her so he..how do I say this.. he fucks her brains out.
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I'm Not Like Her
Y/N had her heart broken when some agents made fun of how her body look and Bucky came in clutch with the rescue.
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Note: I'm not even open for asks but your brilliant mind just spark something in me! Plus, i see you a lot in my comments so here you are... and the pic is hilarious btw 🤣
Pairing: avenger!bucky x shape shifter!reader
Words: 1.5k++
Warnings: mild enemies to lovers, hint fat shaming, angst, bucky likes to tease the reader but not too much, fluff, cause he secretly loves her, allusion to smut??? and sam just being himself.
Idea explanation: personally i don't think i'm qualified enough to write about being discriminate against for skin color. I need more research of it.
BUT, physically, i am on the curvy side. I don't have a flat stomach, my thighs are bigger than they supposed to. cause i'm fucking 4'11 (so i look fat for my height). And i know what it feels like when people comment abt that.
Soooooo instead of turning green, imagine that the reader doesn't have the fit and perfect model-like body like other agents. Her powers? She can shape shift into any living being (person/animals/aliens) for a short amount of time, like 3-7mins.
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Bucky Barnes is a bully. He'd do anything to annoy the shit out of Y/N. Everything he does just ticked her off, you name it; hair pulling, cheeks pinching, mean little jokes about how Y/N would suffocate him to death if she ever sit on him.
Bucky Barnes acts exactly like a mean teenage boy who bullies the person he likes. But she doesn't know that, does she?
What she knew was he is a menace that loves to see her bright red, in embrassment and anger. What she knew was he likes to dig into her skin and ripped her heart out from how vexingly mean he is with her.
But, he was never cruel. No. He is the sweetest a man can be when he wants to. She still remembered those days he would drop off bunch of her favorite snacks and sweets during that week she was hospitalized from a rough mission.
Don't get her wrong though, he still teases her A LOT during those visits but it was sweet of him to come by and cheer her up.
But if he wasn't cruel. Then, why was she on the verge of tears?
Y/N stood alone in the kitchen, her hands strongly gripped onto the edges of the counter like she would shatter it with her bare hands. At time like this, she wished nothing more than just to shift into a bird and fly away.
Just so far away that no will able to catch her.
But those agents certainly did shot a bullet through the thickness of her gut when they said those words.
Y/N was just going to grab a cold drink after her sparring with Bucky, when she heard their vile whispers. She stopped at her tracks and hid behind the wall the moment she heard her name was mentioned.
"I don't understand why we keep her around. Did you see her panting for air from a quick sparring with Barnes? And doesn't she sound like a pig?" He sneered.
"We keep y/n around cause she has powers you, dumbass. Why are you being mean anyway, didn't you guys had a thing like 2 weeks ago?" The other voice said.
"It was a prank. Didn't think she'd believe it. Me dating her? Please. Not in any universe." He trailed, "Though if she shift into Natasha, then maybe I'll consider fucking her." Y/N could hear his smirk even from the block of the walls.
The other man laughed as if it was funny, "But it only lasts so long though? What if she turn back into herself when you have your cock inside her?"
The man gagged and said, "Ewww please stop. That's just fucking disgusting."
And when they left the kitchen, Y/N aimlessly went to the area. What was she gonna do just now? Oh, get some cold water. But why won't her hands move? They've been digging into the hard surface of the counter for how long now? If she goes any harder, her fingers would bleed. And why's her vision was blurry? Why there's wetness on her cheeks?
She didn't even notice that she was crying, beause she was so focused on fixing her own broken heart. And even if her pride was left to almost nothing, but she held on. She chose hold on to it for as long as could. Cause deep down she knew they were right.
No one's gonna love her for who she is, they will always be blinded by the flaw of her body and not see the pure of her heart. And if that is the ugly truth she had to face, then she chose to love herself. To be proud of herself.
But it is so hard does it? How can you love yourself when no one else is willing to love you?
"Doll?" Bucky's voice was soft when he called her that she didn't even heard him the first time around.
When Bucky heard sounds of someone sniffling, he knew that someone was crying. So he followed the hiccups of voice to the kitchen. But he didn't expect the culprit would be Y/N.
He almost rushed to her when she continued to sob, "Hey hey hey, what's wrong sweets? Did you hurt yourself?" He briefly cupped the softness of her cheeks before slightly holding up her hands to see if there's any cut from it.
When he noticed that there weren't any physical injuries, the tense of his muscles relaxed just a little bit. His big hands went to reach her face again, and gently wiped her tears away. He was so tender with his hold but his tone was far from it, "Who did this to you?"
And she told him exactly what happened. Even with hiccups in between her ranting breath. He listened. He listened to every single word she had to say, not cutting into her confession, not even once. And Y/N didn't know why she told him that. He supposed to be the last person she complained to about her look, about her weakness, about her flaws.
Bucky Barnes, the same one that loves to tease her about it all. He wasn't supposed to hear the dooms of her heart. But, he was. He was listening to her.
And he was seeing red.
Bucky had never felt rage this powerful in his life, he swore that if he let it consume him, the tower would be painted with blood. But, he held back. For her.
Because she needed someone to be there for her. And Bucky felt he was the luckiest to be that person.
"I'm not like her." She whispered tiredly. "I'm not like her, Bucky. I'm not attractive like Natasha or pretty like Zendaya or even Steve at that matter, like he has such tiny waist for his built, and he's a fucking man!!" She ranted every minor things that bothered her to him.
Bucky thought of his words for a while and simply said, "Yes, you're not like Natasha, or Zendaya, or Steve..." he chuckled at the end, "...But that's the best bits about you, doll." There was this flare in his eyes that Y/N couldn't wrap her finger around it.
"Are you making fun of me, right now?" She glared in between the tears in her eyes.
"No, I'm only telling you the truth." Bucky tucked her hair as he continued, "So what if you're not like her? There will always be someone that will see you more that just a piece of meat to fuck."
"Well, then I won't have that someone then."
"Oh, but I know one person though." Bucky grinned, "Me."
Y/N was rendered speechless when he confessed his true feelings.
"Doll, have you ever wonder why I love pinching your cheeks so much?" His fingers started to trail across her cheeks and his stare lingered in her eyes as his naughty hands find their way to her hips.
"It's because I was desperately trying to avoid grabbing these soft, thick thighs of yours." his eyes darkened the moment that he said, "And oh baby the things I'd do for you just to slide my cock between them."
It was like she was hypnotized by the way his hardened bulge grinding against her tummy. It felt good and his lust-filled gaze was doing nothing but making her wet, "Bucky..." she whispered.
Bucky lips was so gentle on her eyelids and her temple, until his teeth grazed along her neck and his groaning call reached her ears, "And do you know why I was pissed when we were sparring just now?" Asked before quickly clarifying, "It's not because I lost to you."
He grinded a particularly hard thrust against her that he accidentally moan in pleasure, "Oh babydoll, no. It's because I have this absolutely gorgeous girl on top of me, and her slutty body was just so close to me that I got so fucking hard. "
Bucky lifted her face towards his to watch how she was melted in his touch, "I was so pissed, because I can't fuck you the way I want to." His lips was so close, hovering over her own as he confessed.
But suddenly they felt a splash of water hitting side of their face, "Woah woah woah. Down, boy. Bad bucky. Bad!" Sam yelled. Imagine his surprise when he got into the kitchen to see Bucky literally humping on Y/N like a dog in heat.
They didn't even notice him approaching them with a glass of water in his hand.
Though Y/N was absolutely red in embrassement, but surely Bucky doesn't give a fuck. He didn't even acknowledge Sam's pleas to stop, especially when he crashed his lips on hers.
Y/N moaned lewdly as he effortlessly lifted her on the kitchen isle, feeling his clothed cock rubbing against her needy cunt. At that point, who cares if anyone's watching. She wanted him so bad. As bad as he wanted ruin her.
Sam scrambled backwards when Bucky started to unzip his pants, "Shit he's going feral." He dramatically ran across the halls leading to the kitchen as he announced, "Okay people, out. Get out. No one is allowed to the kitchen unless you want to be in debt cause I am not paying for your therapy."
Safe to say the kitchen was a fucking mess when Bucky was done with her and the cleaning crew was traumatized by the amount of wetness and cum they had to clean around the area.
End.
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A/N: This was so random but I hope you enjoyed it! Drop some thoughts behind for me to pick up and squeal at, would you?
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andrastepls · 16 days
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UNTIL DAWN.
synop: reader (callsign lark) and ghost chat over comms one rainy evening. maybe in the same universe as A/SMR ?
warnings: noooone ?
i have once again not proofread shit
The sound of rain pelting down on her makeshift tent was all encompassing, loud — and cold.
Under other circumstances, she would’ve loved the sound. The pitter patter of the droplets may well have lulled her to sleep, but not tonight. Camped out atop a roof adjacent to enemy territory, huddled up underneath a pair of wooden pallets and garbage bags that she’d propped up against the side of the wall, a thermal blanket held up to her nose in an attempt to retain some warmth — this was anything but comforting.
Maybe that was why her eyes kept flicking to her comm. Knowing a familiar voice was just on the other end of a radio wave. He, Ghost, never turned his off. Especially not while she was out on her own, “Manners,” was his response when asked why.
“Lt?” she begins, her voice a breadth above a whisper, “You awake? Over.”
There’s a lull of silence. Not even the static there to keep her company when she lifted her finger from the button.
“Copy, Lark. How you holdin’ up? Over.” came the slight grogginess of his voice, a telltale sign that he had been nearly asleep, if not outright unconscious.
She pauses before answering; namely, what was she going to say? She woke him, it had to be a better reason than being cold and lonely. He was probably cold and lonely too. If he even got lonely. He didn’t seem the type for it. In the two years she had known him, if there was anything she could figure, it was that Lieutenant Riley was someone who enjoyed his alone time.
“Lark?” his voice sounds again with a crackle of static, sounding more awake.
“Here, sir.” she replies, “Just . . . needed to hear a familiar voice. Sorry to wake you. Over.” and she expects that to be the end of it. It was silly of her to bother him over something so mundane. It was weak, and overstepping and —-
“Cold as hell tonight.” he says, dropping formalities. Her chest feels tight. Guilty.
“. . yeah.”
“Y’ got enough thermals up there?”
“For tonight, if it doesn’t flood up here.”
And she swears, she swears, she hears the end of a snorted-laugh when he answers, “The roof innit gonna flood, kid.”
Fighting a smile, she hides herself further into the silver blanket, ducking her head inside and curling her legs up closer, “You’re gonna feel real silly saying that when you need a boat to evac me in the morning.”
"Sure we got a little floaty around here somewhere, if it comes to that." he replies, taking on the tone of a man who thought himself to be hilarious -- having been on the receiving end of his jokes in the past, well . . .
"One with duckies on it, I hope."
"Mm. Nah. Little fish." the Lt. says, his smirk evident in his voice. A smirk she had never seen, but had grown quite accustomed to hearing.
"Nemo?" Lark grins, pulling her sleeves further up to cover her hands in the interim between their comments.
"High standards there, huh?"
"You have no idea, Lt. Nemo or bust."
"I'll see what I can do." he chuckles a bit, and she tries to picture him being up there with her. He was intimidating, no doubt about that, but he brought a certain comfort with him. A sense of safety, even. Must have come with the territory of doing what they did.
You either had each others back, or you all died. That, or get hunted down. Bleak, unless you sucked it up and worked together.
"Fallin' asleep, kid?" Simon's voice comes through again in a crackle of static.
"Nah -- don't think I'm gonna get much sleep tonight." still, she fights back a yawn. It wasn't a matter of not wanting to sleep, because she wanted to. Badly. Getting back to base couldn't come soon enough.
There’s a moment of silence, and she wonders if he had fallen asleep himself. She couldn’t even blame him. Freezing rain, creeping up on 3 A.M. Dawn isn’t all that far off, she told herself, just power through a few more hours.
“Can stay on with ya,” he suddenly says, clearing his throat a little, “Should at least try to get a few winks.”
“That your way of telling me to shut up, Lt?” Lark asks, not bothering to try and hide the sleepy smile evident in her reply.
“Maybe.”
“Brutal.”
“Do I gotta make it an order?”
“Maybe.”
He laughs. Laughs. It makes her chest tighten so unfairly; worse, when she realizes she would do damn near anything to hear that again.
“Get some shuteye, Lark. That’s an order.”
“Mm.” She hums, pulling her thermal over her head, listening to the rain continue to pitter-patter on her makeshift shelter, “See you in the morning, Lt.”
“Jus’ a couple hours.”
“ . . just a couple hours.” she mutters back, tucking her walkie underneath her chin as she settled back in. Forcing her eyes shut as he says a muffled ‘Goodnight’ into the comm.
A/N: i’ve had an idea like this for months, and when i read this, i couldn’t stop myself B) . . . might continue this ? idk
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mvybanks · 11 months
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the one where frat!rafe is possessive (18+!)
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a/n: been waiting to post this for a while!! it’s a follow up blurb for peer pressure and i was kinda scared to post it, for obvious reasons, but i don’t care anymore. anyway, i don’t like this that much but i hope you guys do🤭 (also the gif means nothing, he just looks very pretty)
warnings: MINORS DON’T INTERACT, 18+!! cockwarming, exhibition kink (kinda??), public sex, established relationship, frat!rafe has a foul mouth, you don’t have to read peer pressure to read this but it’s part of that storyline!
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The day after your first date with your best friend, you and Rafe decided that telling everyone about your relationship would’ve been awkward, especially because no one knew how and when things had started to get heated between you. You settled on not hiding anymore though, he wanted to be able to go out with you and hold your hand in front of anyone and so you did; and yet, your friends still can’t see what is going on, which is hilarious to you and your boyfriend, therefore you wait for them to realize on their own.
It’s been two months since you and Rafe got together and things with him have been amazing, full of new experiences, sensations, and you’re really getting used to the constant feeling of peace that he brings to you. However, he can’t help the jealousy he feels whenever someone’s eyes fall on you.
You’re officially his, his beautiful girlfriend who only wants him, who sleeps in his bed, in his arms, whenever you want, who lets him make you feel good until you can’t take it anymore; his. But no one is aware of that, or better yet, no one has realized it yet, that’s why people haven’t stopped flirting with you, sending you looks and unwanted advances here and there, and it drives him crazy.
After the umpteenth guy has made a comment about you right in front of him at a party at the frat last night, he finally snaps.
It’s the usual weekly movie night, everyone at the house is sitting on the couch or on the floor, their eyes fixed on the big screen in front of them as God-knows-what is playing. Let’s just say that you haven’t paid a little bit of attention to the movie, too focused on not letting a moan escape from your lips as Rafe’s cock is casually resting inside of you. Nobody knows what’s going on beneath the blanket that is covering the two of you as you sit on his lap with his arms wrapped around you from behind.
“Gonna remind you who you belong to,” he whispered in your ear before he impaled you on his length.
And here you are now, one of his hands plays with the bottom of your shirt while the other is on your exposed leg, traveling up your inner thigh, barely covered by your skirt, and squeezing the warm flesh. Your bottom lip is trapped between your teeth, for you try to stifle your moans as he makes you warm his cock.
Suddenly, his fingers trail to your bare cunt and begin playing with your clit, a gasp leaving your lips at the contact. You catch a few guys’ attention with the sound and you’re sure your face is flushed right now, you thank the fact that all the lights are off in the room and they can’t tell how embarrassed and aroused you are.
“She gets scared easily,” Rafe chuckles nonchalantly, as if he’s not almost balls deep into you.
They return their focus to the screen and you let out a silent sigh of relief.
“You gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear, “you don’t want them to know how much of a dirty girl you are for me now, do you?”
You shake your head, although you’re sure he wants the complete opposite; he wants them to know that you’re completely at his mercy, that you’re letting him do such a foul act to you in front of everyone, because you belong to him, and he needs them to know that.
He adjusts himself, ‘accidentally’ thrusting up into you and forcing you to grip his hands and close your eyes to ground yourself and not let out the most pornographic sound.
He chuckles lowly when he sees your reaction and goes back to trace circles on your swollen clit, “something wrong?”
You let your head fall back on his shoulder and turn it in order to place your cheek against his collarbone as you keep a hand on your mouth to stop yourself from moaning his name. From the outside, it might seem like you’re about to fall asleep, lying down on your ‘best friend’, but the truth is much more exciting and lewd than that.
To say he’s enjoying watching you get so worked up only for him, because of him, is an understatement.
“Look at you,” he coos in your ear, making sure no one can hear him but you, “two months ago you were my pretty, virgin, best friend, and now you’re letting me fuck you in front of all my friends, mh?” Sending a warmth sensation through your whole body, your walls tighten around him at his words before he leaves a kiss behind your ear, showing you fake pity as he speaks to you with a condescending tone; “such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
With the hand that isn’t helping you see stars by slowly rubbing your swollen clit, he grabs your chin between his fingers and forces you to look at him; the unshed tears of pleasure in your eyes and the pleading look on your face causes his cock to twitch inside you, your eyes rolling in the back of your head at the feeling. That’s Rafe’s breaking point.
He claims your mouth in front of everyone, not caring about anyone or anything except your pleasure. Your eyes widen for a second before you melt into the kiss and you know full well that someone has noticed you by now, but you don’t care; not when your boyfriend’s cock is so deliciously stretching your walls while his tongue hungrily explores your mouth.
When he feels something small and light hit his head, he pulls away and looks at the crowd in front of you that was watching the scene with raised eyebrows and teasing smiles. His eyes land on the popcorn that was thrown at him and is now on the ground.
“You guys done?” Nate asks, crossing his arms on his chest and sending Rafe a smirk.
Your face is hidden in his neck, heated up from the filthy and secret things occurring beneath your blanket and Rafe wraps his arms tighter around you in a protective manner.
He shrugs, “took you guys long enough.”
“Rafe, we’ve known for a while. You think those walls in our room are soundproof, buddy? Now let us watch the movie and stop making out with your girlfriend, for fuck’s sake.”
“Oh my god,” you whisper, embarrassed, against your boyfriend’s skin at the realization that others have accidentally listened in to your many late night and middle of the day’s adventures in bed.
He chuckles, the vibration making him move inside you and you place a hand on his chest to stop him, your impending orgasm about to get out of your control.
“Fine, fine, we’re leaving,” Rafe adds as everyone’s attention gets back to the big screen, after all no one was unaware of what was happening between Rafe Cameron and his so-called best friend for months.
“Don’t worry,” he mumbles in your ear when he feels your walls clamping down on him once more, “we’ve got a long night ahead of us, sweetheart.”
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Is It On? (18+)
Bayverse!Michelangelo x reader
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A short fun one, and to step further into my smut writing.
Your friend did this to her boyfriend, and now you do it to Mikey. Enjoy!🧡
Warnings: Cracky smut, spelling.
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You had wanted to do it, ever since your friend told you about it on a girls night out. It was a hilarious and absolutely amazing idea. And you were pretty sure Michelangelo would think so too. And you were pretty sure that your fun loving boyfriend would have an even better reaction than the one of your friends.
When you got down to the lair, you didn’t tell Mikey much other than you wanted to try something. Your orange clad boyfriend had looked questionable at you. He was sitting on the floor in the lair, in the middle of a very important video game, and you wanted to try something out that couldn’t wait until later.
“But baby! I’m about to break my record!”, he wailed, tapping away on his controller.
“But Mikeeey”, you wailed back biting back a smile. “I really want to do this”.
“But what is it?”, he laughed back, finding your begging somewhat adorable.
“I can’t tell you”, you whispered leaning against his shoulder while holding onto his bicep.
“Why not?”, he asked, flexing his bicep a little just to tease.
“Because I just can’t”, you said, before leaning closer to where his ear would be. “Not here”.
That was the moment Mikey caught on. He looked from you to his brother that were all doing their own things around the lair.
“Okay”, Mikey smiled a little smugly, turning his video game off. “Where then?”
“I don’t know”, you said as you began tracing his muscles with your fingers, looking at him through your lashes. “Your bedroom maybe?”
Oh, Mikey liked where this was going.
He leaned in closer to you, his face mere centimeters from yours. “Will you tell me in my bedroom?”
“Maybe”, you said, hugging onto his arm. “Or maybe I’ll show you in there”.
Mikey was on. He absolutely loved when you were being needy for him like that. Acting innocent, as if telling him out loud what you wanted would cause something bad to happen.
He let you lead the way, but not without grabbing your ass a few times along the way, causing you to yelp. It wasn’t his fault that you sounded so amazing when you did that. And with an ass like that, you couldn’t expect him not to. He loved your body and every sound you would make, so obviously he would enjoy himself with both.
As soon as both of you were inside of Mikey’s room, your boyfriend was quick to lock the door. If you were going to try something new with him, he definitely wouldn’t let anybody interrupt you.
You almost didn’t have time to turn towards your boyfriend, before his lips were on your mouth and his hands were sneaking around your waist, to grab your ass and pull you close. You laughed into the kiss, just Mikey turned his head further to the right, causing the two of you to deepen the kiss. One of your hands found their way around Mikey’s neck, while the other rested on his platron. Mikey moved one hand from your ass to your face, before letting it sneak into your hair. He gave your hair a slight tug, causing you to let out a small gasp. Mikey used this as an opportunity to let his tongue creep into your mouth, causing you to laugh slightly again.
Your make out session continued for a short while, before the two of you pulled back for air. Mikey leaned his forehead against yours, before letting his hands pull at the bottom of your shirt.
“So, what did you want to try, angelcakes?” You bit your lip, before pulling Mikey with you towards the bed. You motioned for him to sit down, which he did happily, watching you with his blown out pupils.
He watched as you got down on your knees between his legs, before putting your hair with a hair tie you had around your wrist. Mikey's eyes started lighting up in realization. You had given Mikey blowjobs several times before, and each time Mikey had enjoyed them thoroughly. So Mikey could only dream of what you wanted to try, and how amazing it would feel.
Mikey leaned back, as you started to kiss over the waistline of his pants, low churring erupting from his chest. His breathing became heavier as you slowly started pulling down his pants and underwear, his erection springing free from its confines. You couldn’t help but giggle. Mikey had always been prone to drop quickly, causing you to feel a boost of pride each and every time.
You started to kiss the area around his erection, causing Mikey to slip out a breathy moan.
“Fuck yeah angelcakes, you know what to do”, Mikey breathed out with a lazy smile, watching closely as you lightly took his shaft in your right hand. “You always know what to do”.
Before Mikey even registered that you in fact didn’t take his penis into your mouth, you gave his head a few times soft taps with your other hand, causing Mikey to jolt a bit, before speaking into it like a mic.
“Hello? Is it on?”
It didn’t take long for Michelangelo to realize what you had just said and done. He fell back, holding his stomach in laughter.
After regaining his senses, Mikey sat back up to look at you, with tears of laughter in his eyes.
“Was that what you wanted to try?”
“Yes”, you nodded laughing, still holding your boyfriend's hard dick in your hand.
“Oh my god”, Mikey laughed. “My girlfriend is a comedic genius!”
“So, what do you think?”, you asked, stroking him ever so slightly.
Mikey’s breathing became heavy once more, his low churr vibrating from his chest as a smug smile grew on his lips once more. “I think you should drop that shirt and start sucking my dick before I start fucking you like I’m in heat”.
Well, it’s fair to say that your idea worked on Mikey like a charm.
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ohhiimjazzed · 6 months
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NSFW Alphabet LMK Sun Wukong
CW: Explicit sexual content, MINORS DNI
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A - Aftercare (what are they like after sex):
at first, he had to be told what made you comfortable, but after that, he's basically a pro. he's actually a very caring person to the people closest to him. that includes you.
B- Body Part (their favorite body part on themselves and his partner's)
On himself: I know it's cliche, but tail. it's something that's unique about him. it's what makes a monkey a monkey. so he takes pride in having a tail. He's the Monkey King after all. He's going to be proud of the Monkey part of him.
On You: your hips. LOVE HANDLES MAN. He will grip onto your hips whenever he possibly can. From the front, from the back, doesn't matter. It also keeps him grounded during sex. he likes to feel that you're there with him and that you're real.
C- Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
he likes to cum inside if he can. it's either if he has a condom on, or if you are on birth control. (don't be silly, wrap your willie!). but if you're trying for a baby, oh, he is going to indulge in cumming inside you.
if he had to take another option, then he'll cum on your stomach or ass
D- Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he's shapeshifted himself to have female anatomy before. and he's touched himself with those parts. it wasn't really a horny thing really. he was just curious to see how women masturbate
E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
Wukong is kind of a whore. He isn't a virgin by any means. But, this is the first time he's had sex with a human. Humans are a lot more fragile than demons. He's a bit scared he'll break you when you did it for the first time. by the time he learns your limits, he's good and he'll know what he's doing
F - Favorite Position (that goes without saying)
He's got a couple
The Lotus: (one partner is sitting in the other's lap while wrapping their legs around their partner) He's able to grasp your hips easy here, and he can hit it pretty deep
Doggy Style: (one partner is on their hands and knees while the other is behind them) again, he can grab your hips more easily with this position. plus it's a lot more animalistic. it unlocks the demon instincts in him.
G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he's called you 'bro' during sex. it was one time and it was spur of the moment. did it ruin the mood? yes. was it hilarious? hell yes. what I'm trying to say, is that he's not afraid to crack a joke during sex
H - Hair (how groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
the carpet matches the drapes because it's fur. he's a monkey. there's gonna be fur down there. but, when you come along he trims some of it so it doesn't get stuck up a hole or something
I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
he can get really romantic when he wants to. he's got the duality of calling you 'bro' in bed, to whispering sweet nothings to you. he's a cheesy fuck tho. he'll do the rose petals and the candles
J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)
he's rubbed one out before. he'll do it to the thought of you either if you're gone or not in the mood. he won't force you into having sex with him so jacking off is the next best thing (look at him doing the bare minimum)
K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding kink: bro will keep it inside you after he finishes if you ask for it. he wants to keep it there in hopes that you'll get pregnant (if you can). he's seen how loving and caring you are towards the baby monkeys. it makes him want to start a family with you.
Praise Kink: it goes both ways for this one. he likes to see how you react to him praising you. praise him too while you're at it. tell him how good it feels. he'll go harder and try to hit deeper. also he just wants to feel loved and make you feel loved.
Degradation: call him a good little whore. he'll love it
L - Location (favorite places to do the do)
he'll do it in the bedroom (obviously) it's the most privacy, but he also doesn't mind doing it in places around FFM. you just gotta make sure the monkeys aren't able to catch you two. some of them are really young and we are not here to traumatize children
M - Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going?)
PET HIS TAIL! Do it! I fucking dare you! He'll pounce on you if he's feeling it that day. His tail is sensitive man. He might even moan outright if you pet it during his rut/heat.
Also generally being in a heat/rut like state will get him going anyways. (this is demon terms not real monkey terms by the way)
N - No (something they're not willing to do, turn-offs)
will not physically hurt you unless he know's it's fine. the most he'll do is biting to mark you. he's still a bit cautious about your human physique. he sometimes forgets about his own strength and will leave bruises on your hips sometimes. he gets really guilty about that
O - Oral (preference in giving, or receiving, their skill, etc.)
he's more of a giver in this regard. he likes seeing you writhe in pleasure while he gives you head. pull his hair while he gives you head, he likes that. if you really wanna give him a blowie though, he'll be driven wild. will whimper
P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
more like slow and rough. he likes to tease you a bit by going back and forth from slow to fast. but he'll keep a good pace most of the time. when you're close to cumming, he'll go faster so you can chase your high
Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
loves a good quickie as much as the next guy. he'll do a quickie if he's really stressed though. it's a good release for you both. it's also a time when you can give him a blowie
R- Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he's down for most of everything. for some things you've gotta talk to him about it and probably explain what it is. but that's only for a few kinks.
S - Stamina (how long can they go for? how long do they last?)
this bitch is immortal. he's got stamina for days. You have to be the one to call things off for the night because it's most likely he can keep going. he can even go all night if you're up for it
T -Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
he'll use toys, but you gotta be the one that owns them. he doesn't really have toys because of how isolated he was from humans before Lego Monkie kid began. he'll use the vibrator on you if you ask for it. hell, he'll even let you use a strap and peg him.
U - Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)
the definition of tease. he will edge you when you've been bad my guy. be fucking prepared. you have to like edging if you wanna have sex with him on a regular basis. he's not a monster tho, he'll let you cum, eventually
V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
it depends on if he's on top or bottom. if he's on top, he'll let out some grunts and even a groan or two while he's pounding into you. if you're on top, he will whimper. DO IT. MAKE HIM WHIMPER AND WHINE FOR YOU
W - Wild Card (a random headcanon about the character)
after all that's happened throughout LMK, Wukong wants to repair his relationship with Macaque. He knows that it's going to take a lot of work and patience, and it'll never be like how it was. but, he wants to give it a try. there's a part of him that still cares about Macaque.
X - X -ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
he's about average size (4-5 inches) but he's a shapeshifter, so he can change the size to experiment. he tried to make it nine inches and holy jesus you couldn't fit that in you without a bit of prep.
Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
he'll do it about 4-5 times a week. he won't do it when MK is over to train with him though. it's too much of a risk to have him walk in on you two. he can't risk having his student looking at him with disgust
Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)
he'll clock out when you're all taken care of for the night. if you're having a bath afterward, he'll probably be out by then. once you get in the bed, he's reaching for you. it's cute
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okay, thank you for coming to my ted talk
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and you are?, jj maybank
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summary; you and jj hooked up, but when you bump into him you cant seem to remember his name
warnings; mentions of sex nothing graphic, a tiny mention of absent parents, no spoilers i don't think, partying duh, drinking & smoking weed, swearing
word count; 1k
note; this is like pre-poguelandia obvi. i just got back into the account it's been forever, i write & talk about football players too much more often now on @lushlovers ;)
Growing up without having anyone really there as a parent, JJ typically did whatever he pleased when he wasn't with John B. He had had his fair share of brief flings with mostly tourists but the occasional girl from the island managed to get in there somehow. It wasn't anything serious in his mind and he still saw them from time to time, but whenever they like to talk about it is when he decided to take his leave.
He's so used to having girls constantly chasing him that when he's rarely rejected it's quite humbling and hilarious in Kie and Pope's opinions. That face. Not just any face, but your face, he swears he recognizes you and he's almost certain it was a situation where he had managed to get you back to the chateau with his "sweet talk."
The way the moon shines down on your skin is making you almost glow and JJ is damn near star-struck. In his head, he's giving himself a little pep talk before heading over to possibly chat you up once more, "You're doing a little too much thinking," John B pipes up, clapping him on the shoulder and glancing in the direction his friends been staring in for far too long unless it has to do with girls, food, or weed. Two of those are true.
Sure enough, a few feet away is a girl with a blunt between her lips, and the blond's practically drooling, "Go, say something, dude!" JB whispers warm breath fanning over his warming face shoving his friend your way. It's not been since middle school that this man has been nervous to talk to a pretty girl before, but here he is.
Before he even has the time to gather his barrens he's sat right next to you without a damn thing that he can think to say, "Hi," he smiles, hopefully, you'll take the lead on the conversation because apparently tonight he's lost his ability to do so. He's internally punching himself for being so tongue-tied and nervous.
"Y'seem familiar," your voice is slow and so is your brain from the weed, and the way you're looking at him with your eyes all hooded makes his stomach do somersaults. He decides to try and jog your memory a bit, "'m JJ, it comes out sounding almost like a question, and when your brows crease even further his shoulders slump as he releases a sigh of half disappointment and half regret for even coming to talk to you.
"Wait! Like Maybank, Kie's friend," as everything rushes back to you in a few moments, you're kind of sat there looking up at him. This man has seen you in such insane ways and not to mention the best time of your life, not even just with the physical aspect he's a great guy and god is he funny. And also really hot. Now you're the one star-struck.
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what about mc who's very flirtatious and blunt?
The Arcana HCs: M6 with a flirtatious and blunt MC
~ oh dear, all the flirting I've done has either been painfully underwhelming (read: handing someone a can of monster and then walking away) or entirely on accident. Maybe writing this will give me the chance to take notes from MC lol - brainrot ~
Julian
Look, he's used to being the one with his heart on his sleeve. He's used to initiating relationships
He has no idea of how to respond to someone else doing that too
Seriously, every time you beat him to the charm he bluescreens
If you keep this up he's going to overheat, he already falls for people quickly and intensely and you are not helping his case
He's very happy to get swept up in it though, so once he can get his heart rate somewhat under control he will take things as far as you let him
He deeply admires your honesty
It's a trait he's not used to seeing in people, but it annoys him a little when it prevents him from being as melodramatic as he wants to:
"Ah, Pasha, give your wretch of an older brother a hug. He needs it after the trials of this cursed day."
"What? MC, did something bad happen?"
"Yeah, the leech dealer wouldn't give him a discount."
Your bluntness cuts through his constant kerfuffling but it helps him keep things in perspective and he can respect that
Asra
They're really not sure what to do with you at first
He's plenty practiced in being a flirt himself, but he's not the type to grow attached to anyone. When you flirt with him it hits different
Which means that they blush and fumble and maybe trip on a few things while they try to collect themself and maintain their cool, calm, mysteriousness
Speaking of which, your bluntness completely freaks him out (in a good way)
They're used to living in secrets and whispers, always slipping through the crowd and somehow convinced that they go completely unnoticed and unremembered by the people they meet
You, on the other hand, always cut straight to the point, and he doesn't know how to maneuver around that:
"Asra, I'm taking care of dinner, what do you want to eat?"
"Are you cooking, my love? Can I help with anything?"
"Sure, but that's not what I asked you."
They admire the courage behind your honesty, though, and they try to be more like you in that way
Nadia
She's delighted by your flirting
She normally prefers to take the lead in wooing her partner, but when you reciprocate it means she gets to test her mettle against yours and it's positively thrilling
It also means that you're not just going along with what she's suggesting, you're communicating on her wave length
And it tells everyone around her (especially her family) that she is desirable to you
She's not used to your bluntness at all
Her family doesn't trade in schemes or secrets, but they were all raised to be diplomatic
Bluntness and diplomacy don't always go hand in hand
"MC, what do you think of this hat the chamberlain selected?"
"It's too big to match your dress."
"I - I supposed you're right. I rather agree with you myself. Let's not tell him though, shall we?"
Does she find your honesty refreshing? Yes. Does she still prefer to keep you within earshot whenever someone important visits, just in case? Also yes
Muriel
Your flirtatious habits are going to be the death of him
"Here lies Muriel of the Kokhuri, who died of dehydration from nervous sweating."
- that's exactly what he's convinced his tombstone is going to read
It doesn't help that Inanna thinks it's hilarious and likes to egg you on
However, he loves your bluntness. Please don't stop
He knows exactly what to expect from you. If he asks you a question, he can believe your answer. He doesn't have to be afraid of ulterior motives or manipulation tactics with you
He's pretty blunt himself, so if he hurts your feelings he can ask you to tell him instead of trying to cover it up
"MC, when I told you that you weren't welcome here ... did I hurt you?"
"A little bit, yeah. I know you don't mean it anymore though."
"I'm sorry anyways. I do like having you around, very much."
If you use this as a chance to flirt with him he will dash outside to cool off, but he'll be smiling because he knows your affection is true
Portia
Yes! Yes, marry her please!
She loves your flirting. She loves how straightforward you are. Now please, let her put a ring on your finger already
Having you flirt with her is like a dream come true. While she knows she's quite the catch herself, her older brother is much more attention-grabbing and she often gets overlooked
Being noticed and wooed by an attractive magician who's caught the eye of the Countess herself? It's like she's a main character in a story or something
She gives as good as she gets, too, so you can expect a lot of teasing in return
And don't get her started on how much she loves your bluntness
She lives in all the intricacies and layers of palace gossip while being entrusted with state secrets herself, having to keep her own mouth shut and the guests around her happy. You ground her so wonderfully
"Ugh, that nobleman was really tricky to deal with."
"Yeah, he kept talking over you and he had food in his beard."
"I know, right? THANK YOU!"
Lucio
Not gonna lie, talking to you was a mind bender at first
Is he used to being flirted with? Obviously, he was a dashing Count, people were flattering him wherever he went, duh
Of course, that doesn't mean they actually meant what they were saying, but he would punish them if they didn't so they had to
In their eyes, he was perfect!
And in your eyes, he's not, and you keeping pointing out all of his oopsies and he doesn't like it
And then you keep turning around and flirting with him!
You know all the things he's done wrong! It's not very convincing if you pretend to like him right after you watch all of his mistakes play out in front of you and then force him to acknowledge them!
Unless of course, you're not pretending, because you are being honest, which means that when you do flirt with him it means -
- oh Oh. OOHHHHH
He still doesn't like it when you call him on his BS, but it keeps him on the right track and it means that you're being honest when you tell him that you love him. He'll have some more of that please
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Speak - Chapter 4
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Word Count: 3K
Story Description: Bella Swan was a disaster when Edward had left. Deciding she needed a little help, Charlie Swan receives with open arms his younger daughter (Y/N) Swan. She helps Bella during her depression and becomes inseparable from her long-lost friend Jacob. What she didn’t expect was falling for a hotheaded short-tempered silver wolf.
Chapter: 4/?
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to @yuki254 @purplegardenwhispers and @zheezs14 for answering my last post. It's a bit heartbreaking but I rather do like angst and hurt/no comfort 😅 Paul will get his happy ending some day.
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Chapter 4
It was one thing to hear about the imprint bond and how strong it could be, but it was another to experience it. Hot-headed Paul always thought himself too good to have the universe choose who would be eternally connected to him through a supernatural bond – he’d simply choose who he’d spend the rest of his life with. It was his life and he would decide what to do with it.
It never crossed his mind that he’d see his imprint so soon, or that it would be the sister of a bloodsucker sympathizer.
That night he had been with the pack, like every night before, enjoying another bonfire in celebration of the departure of the Cullens. The only difference was that there was Christmas food and decoration. Other than that, it was a normal night.
Then, from afar, he picked up Jacob Black’s scent as well as an intriguing mysterious one. He could smell her, hear her, but he did not turn to look at her. Not yet. Jared and Paul remained throwing a football back and forth, ignoring the newcomer.
But it didn’t last long. 
As he ran around the sand, laughing with his friends, he could feel eyes burning into his back. He did not want to give in to temptation. He did not want to turn his head.
Alas, he did.
The feeling was instant, and he recognized it immediately. As their gazes connected, he felt the way everything shifted. Every atom that made up his being screamed to get closer to her, every cell in his body yearned for her warmth, there was nothing in his body that was not calling for her. He understood what Sam had told him. The whole gravitational pull spiel and the priority shift, he understood. As much as he wanted to break their stare, he simply couldn’t. He wanted to stare into her eyes for eternity.
Jacob noticed that, and Paul could smell the jealousy from where he stood. She, (Y/N) he heard, was asking about him and Jake didn’t like it. Still, he had something over Paul. He was already close to her.
“It happened, didn’t it?” Jared questioned his friend with a knowing grin on his face. “Can’t believe it’s (Y/N) Swan. I mean, the sister of a vampire lover. That’s hilarious!”
“Shut up, Jared.”
“Ooh, and look at Jake,” he continued. “He’s got his arm on your girl. What’re you gonna do about it?”
“She’s not my girl,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “And there’s nothing I can do. I don’t even know her. So, leave it alone.”
“Now, look, they’re leaving. Together,” Jared continued to tease, though everyone could tell Paul’s wick was burning short. “Can’t believe Jacob Black is stealing your girl.”
“SHE’S NOT MY GIRL!” Paul finally exploded before he sauntered off.
“Let him go,” Sam whispered to Jared. “He just needs some time to cool off.”
Paul had no idea where he was going, but his legs were taking him further and further from the beach. The smell of ash and the ocean were soon replaced with the smell of the pine trees that surrounded him. And suddenly, the smell of car oil hit his nose.
Somehow, he had made his way to the Black residence, and he heard that sweet sound he had just witnessed a mere two hours before. But the words that were coming out of her mouth only worked to infuriate him.
“If you’re gonna do something, Jake,” (Y/N) teased. “Then do it.” 
The wolf saw from far away how Jacob leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Paul could see as the other boy devoured (Y/N) like he was claiming her as his. And as he saw their hands roam, he couldn’t help the anger and jealousy that was bubbling under the surface. He wanted to walk up to them and rip the boy off her, but he knew that it would be absolutely psychotic. She didn’t know him and that would not be the right first impression.
He couldn’t stop the rippling he felt in his body. The anger only grew as he stared at the scene unfolding. He had no right to feel this way, but he couldn’t help it. Paul ran into the shadow of the woods letting his body transform into what it wanted. His body ripped as he allowed the shift to take over him.
Paul wanted to feel something other than anger. He wanted to feel the cold air of autumn nip at his lungs, the wind prickling at his eyes, the burn of exhaustion in his legs. He wanted to feel everything – anything but the call to her.
Sam had told them how the imprint bond felt. That those days he spent apart from Emily had torn his heart into two, always searching for its missing piece. He said it was an imaginable pain, and it simply got worse when she asked him to stay away and hurt her. Paul had always thought that he was stronger than any supernatural bong, but as he felt the ache in his chest, he knew this type of pain was not meant to be survivable.
So, he ran.
He ran until his legs felt almost numb, until his lungs were screaming at the cold air they were taking in, until the trees around him were simply a blur in his eyes. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to be tied to another person, at least not like this. Paul always thought his love life was something he’d at least be able to control. Just that little aspect of his life he wanted to be able to make a choice for himself.
Paul ignored the calls from the other pack members, emptying his mind of any thoughts. Still, (Y/N) Swan still managed to sneak her way into his head. He could see her (Y/H/C) hair flowing in the wind, her curious (Y/E/C) eyes staring back at him, and her nose turning red in the cold weather of December. He could remember her scent, a sweet mix of almond vanilla with the signature pine smell of Forks.
Everything inside him was telling him to turn around. To go to her and explain everything, bringing her into the nonsensical world of vampires and werewolves and all in between. He wanted to simply feel her warmth close to him – he’d be satisfied with just that little. But he wouldn’t allow himself to. He kept running until he collapsed from exhaustion.  
When his eyes fluttered open, morning had come and his body had turned back to human form. Beside him neatly folded clothes were placed and he knew Jared had found his wolf at some point last night. Paul didn’t feel like talking about what happened. He was sure they both already knew.
He couldn’t fathom the power (Y/N) already had over him. She had overtaken every thought in his head. Even if he only knew her name and what she looked like, he missed her.
As he dressed, an angry scowl had cemented itself on his face. Paul did not want the control the imprint bond brought. If he was going to be tied to someone, it was because he chose to, not because of a supernatural link. At least that’s what he kept telling himself.
Once more, his legs were taking him somewhere and he failed to know where. That was until his fist was knocking against the front door of the Black residence. Before his head had caught up to what he was doing, the white door was opening.
“Paul?” Jacob questioned. “What are you doing here?”
And he wasn’t completely sure, but apparently, his voice was. “You need to stay away from (Y/N),” he stated with unwarranted confidence — and maybe a tinge of anger.
“And why exactly is that? Last time I checked, she’s nothing to you.”
“Look, man, it’s a complicated thing. But just stay away from her,” he grumbled. “She deserves better than you.”
“And, what, that’s you?” Jacob scoffed. There was an offense to his tone. Who was Paul to come to his house and say he wasn’t man enough for (Y/N)? “You don’t even know her, Paul.”
“Jacob, you really don’t wanna cross me. So do yourself a favor and keep your distance. Got that?”
“Let me tell you how this is gonna go, Pauly,” Jake teased. “I’m gonna ask (Y/N) to be my girlfriend; she’s gonna say yes; and you’re gonna be in that weird gang with Jared and Sam, far from us. You got that?”
Paul found himself breathing heavily once again in front of the red barn house. Jacob had the upper hand here. He was close friends with (Y/N) and her sister. He knew their father. And he could tell that (Y/N) liked him. Even if he kept telling himself that he didn’t care for the link, every fiber inside him was already getting overprotective over her.
“Anything else?” At Paul’s lack of response, a cocky smile grew on Jake’s face. “Well, thanks for coming by. I’m actually getting ready to go see (Y/N) soon.”
Anger shook within Paul’s body as the door closed on his face. He could feel the wolf wanting to jump out and wreak havoc on the house, but no one really was to blame. He was no one to (Y/N), and he would continue to be no one if he didn’t do something about it. Still, all he could see now was red.
Jacob had known just the right words to send him into a spiral. He knew that Paul had no ground to stand on. (Y/N) knew nothing of him or why he wanted to be close to her. And he wasn’t thinking of changing that too soon.
“Let’s take a walk, Paul,” Sam’s voice boomed from behind the shaking boy. “You need to calm down.”
The pair walked in silence at first. With Paul practicing breathing techniques to calm himself down, and Sam was simply quiet. Even the world around them had seemed to quiet down. The soft whistling of the wind, the chirp of the birds, and the rustling of the trees had all died down.
“So, what do you wanna do?” Sam started.
“About?”
“We all know that you imprinted on the younger Swan last night, Paul. Maybe we should start there?”
Paul could only sigh. He knew exactly what the conversation would be about, but he simply didn’t want to face it. “There’s nothing for me to do,” Paul stated. “She’s with Jake. That’s that.”
“You know both of you will find it hard to resist the pull. As every day passes it’ll get harder and harder to stay away,” the older shifter explained. “There will come a point where you will have no other choice than to tell her everything that is happening — from who we are to why we are this way. You can try to avoid it for as long as you can, but sooner or later it will become unbearable.”
“I don’t see the point,” he chuckled dryly. “Why would I bring an innocent person into this world if she doesn’t need to be? You’ve told us we become whatever our imprint needs from us. She needs me to stay away.”
“That’s not for you to decide, Paul, and you know it. She needs to decide that for herself.”
“Well, it’s not like you can force me to tell her anything. This is my decision.”
“What’s gonna happen when she keeps coming here?” Sam retorted. “What’re you gonna do when she finds herself looking for you for answers? Are you gonna keep pushing her away?”
“If it’s what’s best for her, then yes.”
“Paul..”
“Look, Sam, I understand that you wanna help. But I didn’t t ask for this. I don’t want this,” Paul exclaimed. “(Y/N) Swan is complicated, and my life is complicated enough as it is. I made my decision. And that’s that. Now, can we just drop this?”
“Alright, Paul. But if  you ever change your mind, know that you can always talk to me about it.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
Paul didn’t want to change his mind. That much he knew at that point. But with his thoughts consumed by the image of her, he didn’t know how long that would last.
There was an independence he was used to. Paul had never been tied down by anything or anyone. He’d come from a broken home, where nothing lasted forever. Not even love. He’d known of heartache from a young age and it was something he knew he did not want to experience again. Least of all because his supernatural genes decided it to be so.
As he lay in bed that night, he remembered her on the beach. Her beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes gleamed under the moonlight, her pale skin warmed by the shine of the fire, her (Y/H/C) hair blowing in the wind of the night. She had been a vision to him. The most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Beautiful and untouchable.
Drifting to sleep, (Y/N) Swan was the last thing omg his mind. And suddenly, everything shifted.
He was standing in a clearing, looking over a still river. He was dressed in white linen shorts and his feet and chest were bare. Paul breathed in the fresh air, listened to the low hum of the wind and the babbling of the brook, and felt the tickling of the grass on his feet. The sun felt warm against his skin, warmer than his body temperature, beckoning a smile to his face.
And Paul wasn’t by himself either.
“You look beautiful, darling,” he told her.  “Absolutely radiant.”
“Thank you, Paul. And you look as handsome as ever,” (Y/N) giggled. “Come here.”
He walked slowly to her, a playful grin propped on his face. His arms circled her waist and wrapped her in a tight hug, lifting her from the ground and spinning her around. As he slid her back to the ground, he placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb running through her cheek. (Y/N) closed her eyes and enjoyed the touch, his warmth feeling better than the one the sun provided. 
He felt different than his usual self with her. The fire that normally burned inside him and made him feel like a ticking bomb wasted away. She made him feel calm, grounded. There was a homely feeling to having her in his arms. Like he had found a missing piece. She fit perfectly between his arms, like she was made to be there.
(Y/N) allowed him to pull her toward the water, sinking into the comfortable river. She gave him a smile and shrieked happily as the coldness seeped through her bones. Her white dress quickly soaked and his shorts darkened.
“This water is freezing, Paul,” she whispered to him. He kept her close, his arms wrapped around her. “Don’t you dare let go.”
“I would never, beautiful,” he grinned. Paul was close to her, so close he could see his breath moving the water droplets on her face. “I’ve got you now, and I’m never planning on letting you go.”
“Is that a threat?” she joked, copying the smile on his face.
“It’s a promise, darling,” Paul said. “It’s a promise.”
He closed the space between them and pressed their lips together. (Y/N) felt sparks running through her body, the feeling of belonging washing over her. This is where she was meant to be. He was who she was meant to be with.
There was a feeling rippling inside him that he’d never felt before. Sure he had a couple of girlfriends, and some flings here and there. But never this feeling. This sentiment was foreign and it took over his whole being. It flowed through his veins and settled in his heart. It was an emotion he had heard of time and time again but he never had a reason to feel it.
So he spoke of it.
“I love you, (Y/N).”
And she said it back.
“I love you more, Paul.”
Paul felt he would startle awake from the dream. But he wanted to witness more. He wanted to feel this feeling for as long as he could. Because he knew once he woke it would all disappear. All in the blink of an eye.
So, he shut his eyes harder and he kept dreaming.
And she was still there. In his dream, she was still there. Looking at her with so much love and joy that he was okay if he never woke. Here he was happy, unencumbered by his responsibilities as a shifter. Here he wasn’t part of a pack, he didn’t have to protect the people around him from the vampires that loomed or keep any treaty. Here he could simply be. And be with her by his side.
“What’re you thinking of in there?” (Y/N) smiled at him with so much warmth he could feel it inside him. Her lips kissed his forehead with a tender touch. “You’re awfully quiet.”
“I’m thinking of you,” he said. “I’m always thinking of you.”
“All good things I hope.”
“The best,” he chuckled. “There’s nothing bad I could ever think of you.”
“Tell me then,” she giggled. “Tell me one of the things you think of.”
“How I am the luckiest person alive because you chose to be with me. I’m still not very sure why you would choose me.”
“Because you chose me,” she smiled. Her hand traced his face like she was committing every line to her memory. “The universe really knew what it was doing by bringing us together, huh?”
“It seems so. Remind me again why it took this long?”
“We all know it was your stubbornness,” she laughed. “But never mind all that. This. This is all worth it. It’s all a dream.”
“A dream I never want to wake from.”
But a dream it all was. And a dream it would remain for Paul for the time being. He would stay away from her as much as he could — at least until his heart could take it. But he knew he could always see her in his dreams. A place where no one would speak of what he should or shouldn’t do with his life.
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fluentmoviequoter · 4 months
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Midnight Mistletoe
Day 1 of 12 Days of Ficmas
Pairing: Dalton Lambert x fem!reader
Summary: After Chris convinces Dalton to decorate his dorm, complete with mistletoe, you show up in the middle of the night to check on him.
Word Count: 1.5k+ words
Warnings: a ton of fluff, Christmas decorations?, references the event of The Red Door but takes place after.
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“What are you doing?” Dalton asks as Chris walks into his dorm. “I thought I told you to give the key back.”
“You did,” Chris says, smiling as she sets several bags on Dalton’s bed. “But this place needs a little holiday cheer, and we both know you won’t do it. So, your Chris-tmas helper is here. Get it? Chris?”
Dalton sighs as he stands, running his hand through his hair before answering, “Yeah, I get it. Hilarious. You’re decorating my dorm for Christmas? Immediately after Thanksgiving?”
“Calm down, Scrooge.”
Dalton shakes his head and looks in one of the bags. There’s a miniature tree, lights, a Christmas countdown, and a bundle of green leaves.
“What is this?” he asks, pulling the bundle out.
“Ah, that is the key to my long-term sanity,” Chris jokes. At Dalton’s unimpressed look, she rolls her eyes and adds, “Mistletoe.”
“Why are you putting up mistletoe in my dorm?”
“Because she’s always here, and you need to make a move. I’m just nudging you in the right direction.”
“You’re meddling.”
“Call it what you want, as long as it works.”
Chris presses a button on her phone, and Christmas music fills the dorm. Dalton agrees to help her put the decorations up and, within a few minutes, is enjoying himself. When the bags are empty, and only the mistletoe remains, Chris holds it up and asks where he wants it. He looks around, and instead of making the anticipated joke or saying nowhere, he says, “Above the door.”
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Your dorm is full of Christmas music, the smell of cinnamon, and a skinny Christmas tree covered in ornaments. When Chris asked you to go shopping with her for Christmas decorations for the dorms, you went a little overboard. She invited you to help decorate Dalton’s, but you thought she was kidding, so when she sends you a picture of the finished product, you can’t help but laugh into your festive room.
The sun has set, and you invite Chris and Dalton over for hot chocolate, cookies, and a new Christmas movie, an invitation which they accept quickly. During previous movie nights, Dalton always sat on the floor while you and Chris sat on your bed, so when Chris shows up with her own blanket and gets comfortable on your rug, you’re more than a little confused. She winks at you, making you sigh as you realize she’s back to her meddling ways.
“Uh, Dalton, make yourself comfortable. I need to finish the hot chocolate first,” you say before returning to your mini-fridge and microwave.
Once the mugs are made to everyone’s preferences, you hand Chris and Dalton theirs before grabbing your own and sitting beside Dalton on your bed.
“Do you want me to move?” Dalton asks as you shift your leg.
“No, no, I just didn’t want to be in your space,” you explain with a forced laugh.
“I don’t mind,” Dalton promises.
You nod and let your leg fall back to its original position, your knee brushing Dalton’s thigh. The movie begins, but you are more interested in Dalton sitting beside you.
“Your decorations look great,” Dalton whispers during a snowball fight montage.
“Thanks! Yours do too,” you respond. “Chris sent me a picture.”
“Chris did most of it.”
“But you let her, and you came here, so you’re getting in the Christmas spirit whether you want to or not.”
“Christmas just hasn’t been the same since… since I started projecting I guess.”
“Well,” you begin, placing a hand on his arm, “we’ll make this the first of many good Christmases.”
“Thanks.”
Dalton starts to lean in, but the scene changes, and Chris makes a comment that draws him out of the moment. He smiles at you and turns back to the screen, laying his hand over yours as he does. You’re pretty sure he was going to kiss you, and his hand on yours gives you more than enough promise that when the time is right, he will. The only concern is whether or not the time will ever be right; Dalton has been through a lot, and there’s no guarantee the Further won’t attack again if the door opens. For now, though, the Christmas season and Dalton’s company make everything seem like it will be okay… good even.
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Chris and Dalton leave, engaged in a heated debate over who would win a snowball fight. You laugh as you close your door, leaning against it and flexing your hand. You can still feel the warmth from Dalton’s skin on yours. Recently, the world has felt like a never-ending winter, but his warmth is your hope.
“Look at my arms, Chris, I can throw harder than you. I would obliterate you,” Dalton’s voice floats through your door before they turn the corner.
“Should have kissed him when you had the chance,” you whisper to yourself before cleaning up.
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“What happened?” Chris asks. Dalton furrows his brows, and she clarifies, “I gave you two the bed. What happened? Did you finally kiss?”
“I thought that’s what the mistletoe was for.”
“I don’t care where you do it, Dolphin, I care that it happens.”
“We didn’t. I was going to, then I backed out.”
“Why?”
“The moment ended? I don’t know. What if you’re wrong and she doesn’t want it?”
“Dolphin,” Chris says as she makes Dalton stop walking. “I shouldn’t tell you this, but that night at the beginning of the year, when you were trapped in the Further with your dad? She confessed a bunch of stuff while you were gone. And was ready to sacrifice herself if it brought you back. I’m not just telling you what you want to hear; she feels the same and you need to make a move before it’s too late.”
Dalton stares at her as she walks away, his mind flashing images of you, scared and alone, while he is trying to close the door and get back to you. He has a list of things he wants to tell you, and part of him wishes he had heard what you said that night. After returning to his dorm, he tries to sleep but can’t stop wondering what Chris meant by saying that you would sacrifice yourself for him.
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After an hour of tossing and turning and only getting more upset and anxious, Dalton texts you and asks if you’re awake. You don’t answer, and after a few minutes, he turns his phone off and lays back down. Just as his head hits the pillow, someone knocks on his door. He stretches while walking across the room, opening the door to see you looking up at him with pinched brows and your phone gripped tightly in your hand. You’re wearing the same pajama set from earlier, but your hair is pulled away from your face.
“Are you okay?” you ask, stepping closer to him.
“Yeah, I’m fine. What are you doing here?” Dalton responds, letting you inside before closing the door.
“You sent me a message and I just assumed… sorry.”
“No, don’t apologize. Um, I just wanted to talk to you.”
“Oh, okay.” 
You release a sigh, and your shoulders drop. Dalton watches, enamored with how much you care about him while growing concerned about your worry for him. 
“Do you- why are you still awake?” Dalton asks, avoiding his real questions, ‘Do you always worry about me this much?’
“I cleaned my dorm and then was thinking and couldn’t go to sleep,” you answer, looking down at the floor.
“Thinking about what?” Dalton presses.
“You,” you whisper, glancing up at him. “And what almost happened earlier.”
“I was too.”
You smile and tilt your chin back to look at Dalton. When you lean back to look at the ceiling, Dalton says your name, concern lacing his voice at the sudden movement. 
“What is that?” you ask, still looking at the ceiling. 
Dalton doesn’t have to look up to answer, “Mistletoe. Chris’s idea, not mine.”
You look at Dalton, smiling as you tease, “You couldn’t kiss me in my dorm but you could text me at midnight to get me under the mistletoe in yours?”
“That wasn’t my idea, I…” Dalton trails off as he realizes you’re kidding. “Very funny. Besides, I told Chris the mistletoe was a stupid idea.”
“Why?”
“Does anybody actually honor that tradition? Because most guys I knew in high school who got a girl under the mistletoe got one of two things: a kiss on the cheek or slapped in the face.”
“Well, which would you prefer? Since you have me here after all?”
You don’t let Dalton answer, raising your hands to his cheeks as you kiss him, leaning against him as he pulls you closer, his lips moving against yours. 
When you pull back, you answer his unasked question. “I worry about you, Dalton, but I’ll always be here.”
“Right here?” Dalton asks, raising his eyebrows as he looks at the mistletoe.
“As long as you want me.”
“Midnight, tonight, and every midnight after,” he whispers, kissing you again as he starts a new Christmas tradition.
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madame-fear · 1 year
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Omg those three following Luke and y/n around would be like straight out of a sitcom! Those three losers antics to avoid being seen increase in ridiculousness as the night goes on. You see tall as hell Aemond trying to hide behind a tiny plant, you’ve got Jace ripping a newspaper/magazine out of some poor unsuspecting souls hands and tries to hide his face behind it, and then there’s Aegon literally diving into the fountain to avoid being spotted (ended up creating a huge scene bc it’s a fountain Aegon, what’s wrong with you?). Things get wild after the fountain bc now these three hooligans have mall security trailing them after causing such a public disturbance 🤣 and the shenanigans continue
Bonus points, Luke and y/n obviously see everything and go from doing cute couple things to increasingly weirder stuff just to get hilarious/confused reactions from the guys!
THEY ARE THE TREE MUSKETEERS OF FAILURE. They literally do look like taken out of a sitcom! 😭
I can imagine them doing the most weird, inconvenient shit just to get a little peek of whatever the hell Luke and you are doing out on your evening date together. For example, to pass unrecognised, they will literally enter the fucking shopping mall with sunglasses at night.
Hell, and that's not enough! I know Jace and Aemond would send Aegon to enter with sunglasses to one of the stores both Luke and you entered just to spy on you and don't be recognised by anyone. Though of course, he gets stared at more than he should because... sunglasses?? Inside a shopping mall store while visiting at night time??? hello????? Ofc one of the workers of the store suspect of him and forces him out, but he's not a robber, he's — all of them are — just dumb. And their excuses are even worse.
“Sir, may I ask, why are you wearing glasses inside the store?” “You wouldn't get it. People make too much eye contact with me and that just drains too much my energy and good vibes—” “Okay, sir, are you going to buy something or not? Otherwise get the hell out of here or I'm calling security on you.”
They ended up calling security on them, sooner or later. Their silly mode just got even more intense, to the point they had to escape from the claws of the shopping mall security.
Why? because they had no other better idea than to cause disturbance around the mall. When spotting both Luke and you hanging around the mall holding hands or entering a store or whatever, Aemond would hide in a tiny plant that's not even half the size of him, Jace rips the newspapers from an elderly man's hands only to read the news backwards while trying to hide his face behind of it, and Aegon just... dives into the mall's fountains, provoking an absolute mess of water all around him, and getting wet himself. So, since they are public disturbance — ESPECIALLY Aegon —, they all had to do a great runaway from the mall security, passing as three lunatics... while Luke and you stared from afar, laughing your asses off at these idiots.
But the security mall was never enough to stop them! They left the shopping for a while — while complaining to themselves like whiny bitches bc they can't spy on you —, only to return afterwards and spot that you two were still in the shopping mall! And you stood there, knowing they'd return. So you decide to fuck around them for a while more. From going to drink something at a random mall's coffee shop together while holding hands and kissing and calling each other sweetly sickening nicknames just to briefly stare at them holding their shit from afar and fangirling like little girls, to going together to the bathroom stalls and messing each other's clothings and makeups to make it look like you had something intimate in there. The last one would make them just stare at each other with a pale ass face, proceeded by public fangirl-gushing and whisper-shouting to themselves at what the hell did you just do.
Nor Lucerys nor you are stupid, so you like going to dates more often than you should just for the fun of messing around these three goofballs. It's like a hobby now.
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can u do something cute like reader has their wisdom teeth taken out and is all loopy and fluffy while tae takes care of them? :)
Hello! this is super cute thank u anon !!
Also, ive recieved some other asks and I will definitely start writing and posting them tomorrow!! thank you all for sending, I love your ideas.
Ice cream- kth drabble.
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warnings-mentions of blood.
Taehyung stood over the small fish tank which resided in the waiting room of the dentists office. You had gone in a few hours earlier for the removal of your wisdom teeth, something you tried multiple times to get out of.
"arent you a little old to be at the childrens dentist?" Taehyung turns his head to see a smug looking 13 year old with crossed arms. He raised his eyebrows, suprised.
to be fair, 1, he was here for you, and 2, yeah...you were too old to be coming to the pediatrics center. He told you so many times to switch to his dentist but you refused, he just assumed they would drop you as a patient eventually considering you are now in your mid 20's.
"is Kim Taehyung here?" an older lady stepped out from behind the front desk to call him, grabbing his attention as he turned away from the weird child.
"thats me" he raised his hand
"great! Y/N is all set, she is just waking up now" the woman spoke, allowing him to follow behind her down the hallway which was filled with children's drawings and stickers. he smiled to himself before being directed into a room with another assistant.
he couldn't hold back his laughs when he saw you, now sitting up, in a reclined seat. "hi sweetheart, you did it!" he cheered, coming over and brushing your hair out of your face, noticing the puffiness of your cheeks and jaw.
your eyes scanned over him momentarily before widening them, suddenly remembering who he was. "tae!" you sat up more, "look what they did to me!" you mumbled before you reached into your mouth, pulling out a blood soaked wad of cotton.
"woah, no, no baby, leave that in there, ok?" taehyung panicked, turning to the nurse as she prepped a new cotton pad to place against your gums.
"did you see it?" you murmured, words hard to make out.
"yes, I did. how dare they." he shook his head and returned his seat next to you once the nurse finished, handing him your discharge papers to sign so he could take you home.
"can we leave, jesus christ, they are gonna kill me" the younger nurse laughed at your words, taking back the paper work from tae.
"baby no ones gonna kill you, ok? I love you, im proud of you" he beamed, scanning your eyes. "youre kinda cute" you smile, completely ignoring him and focusing on his hair and face. "gimme a kiss" you whined.
he leaned to kiss your forehead, "cmon lets go home and have ice cream, yeah?"
"ice cream?" you whipped your head around
"mhm"
you started to tear up, cupping his face as he laughed. "baby why the tears?"
"because, I love ice cream and I love you" you cried
Tae chuckled and stood up, holding your hand.
"dont laugh at me, youre just like them" you said, pointing at the 'evil' nurses to the side.
"they are very nice people, sweetheart, they helped get rid of your yucky teeth" he spoke softly as he helped you into a wheel chair.
"oh if you wanna defend them why dont you just marry them?" you mumble yelled in his face, making him shake his head and apologize to the nurse who found the situation hilarious.
"im already getting married to someone" he smiled
"who?" you gasped, seeming angry as he wheeled you out of the room.
"look at your hand, dummy"
you look down to see a ring on your finger, gasping once again
"what the fuck? we are getting married?!!" you shout, causing tae to panic and cover your mouth, "baby shhhh" he laughed once you reached the parking lot, helping you into the car.
you turned to the nurse who also had come out to help and pointed at tae, whispering loudly "im marrying him"
"oh he is a lucky man" the older lady laughed and took back the wheelchair once you were out and into the passenger seat.
once you were buckled, tae got in and began to drive home. you were restless and continued to whine. "hold the ice pack on your jaw, my love, it'll help" he looked over and moved your hand back up.
"It hurts" you pouted and tried (once again) to pull out the cotton.
"y/n stop, im serious. its there for a reason" taehyung struggled to keep you in his view of vision as he drove.
"you hate me!!!" you cried and turned your entire body to face the window, while he just simply looked at you with a blank expression.
"mkay" he spoke, turning his eyes back to the road. "no ice cream then i guess"
"youre turning against me" you spoke after a moment.
"baby, im trying to help you"
"you are turning against me. and then you will turn against Yeontan, and then your parents, and then when we have kids you will turn against them too and th-"
taehyung stopped at the red light and reached for your hand. "I know you are loopy as hell right now and dont even know whats happening but stop talking like that, I love you and your bloody mouth. now keep the cotton in there until we get home"
you glared at him and then stared out the window.
Of course this silent treatment ended the moment you were in bed and given a bowl with vanilla ice cream in it.
taehyung came back into the room to put a more firm pillow behind your head, as well as an extra blanket over your feet. He giggled and kissed your nose, stepping back to take a picture of you under the nest of sheets.
"you look like a little squirrel" he spoke, cupping your face.
"am i a cute squirrel?" you asked
"obviously" tae moved and sat next to you, kissing your cheek before resting his head on your shoulder. "is it good?"
"so good" you smiled weakly and grabbed a spoonful to feed to him, making him open his mouth and taste it. "thank you"
you both sat quietly as you watched tv before you suddenly spoke up.
"tae"
"hm?"
"dont ever make me go back to the dentist again" you threatened, pointing the spoon at him.
"okay, noted."
a/n- I had fun writing this
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bloody-bee-tea · 1 month
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The sweetest dessert
The curse goes down almost easily, but the taste it leaves behind is more vile than usual and Suguru distantly thinks that it has to be one or the other. Apparently he can’t have only good things. He chokes back some bile, but the taste in his mouth is appalling and only adds fuel to the fire that is currently roaring in his stomach.
“Is it bad?” Satoru asks, having finished off the curse Suguru didn’t want and Suguru wants to answer, wants to say something biting and sarcastic because what kind of question is that even, but he fears that when he opens his mouth he might as well bend over immediately.
Suguru hasn’t had to throw up due to a curse in a while but this might just break his streak.
“I guess so,” Satoru whispers when Suguru still doesn’t answer him and Suguru presses a hand to his mouth before he nods.
The movement doesn’t upset his stomach further which is like the tiniest of wins he could hope for but he’ll take it.
“I brought chocolate, in case you want it? It might help with the taste,” Satoru says and rummages around in his pockets.
It might help with the taste, or it might make everything worse—both cases have been true in the past for Suguru but he thinks that today he’ll take the risk, that’s how vile the curse was. If he has to throw up due to the chocolate, then at least the taste of the curse will be drowned out by the taste of bile.
It’s not ideal, but Suguru would take it.
“Ah, here it is,” Satoru finally says and proudly presents a pretty, pink package to Suguru. Suguru’s heart drops when he sees it, because it’s Valentine’s chocolate; especially packaged for this day, with a bold ‘Will you be my Valentine’ printed in gold on it.
And it doesn’t mean shit.
“Here, take this, maybe it helps,” Satoru says, offering the chocolate to Suguru and for a moment Suguru forgets about the shitty taste in his mouth. For a moment all he tastes is bitterness, entirely made up of his own feelings.
“Thank you,” he finally manages to get out when Satoru shakes his hand slightly and Suguru doesn’t dare to look at Satoru as he takes it.
Satoru must not know what it means, must not know what day it is today and he probably thinks it’s absolutely hilarious that the chocolate today comes with stupid questions and hearts, Suguru rationalises. That must be it.
Still, the thought of eating the chocolate and having to look at Satoru while he does so makes his stomach flip over with unhappiness and so when he unwrapped the chocolate he simply swallows it whole.
It doesn’t do much for the taste, if he’s being honest, because Suguru barely gave it time to melt in his mouth before he choked it down but that doesn’t matter.
“Uhm,” Satoru says, eying him warily. “Did that help at all? Did you even taste that?” he finally asks and Suguru shrugs.
“It’s fine,” he says, even though it’s not fine, still. The taste of the curse still lingers on his tongue and he did swallow the chocolate too quickly to even know if it was normal chocolate, or the slightly bitter one Suguru prefers.
Though he guesses on a day like this, bitter chocolate is not very popular.
“I don’t think I have a second one,” Satoru says and starts to pat down his pants, as if he could produce another chocolate that way.
“I said it’s fine,” Suguru gives back, his breathing carefully controlled so that he doesn’t throw up belatedly and he cringes slightly when Satoru levels him with a look.
“You’re as white as a sheet, Suguru, you’re clearly not fine. I saw a café down the street, we should stop there, get some coffee into you. That always helps you, right? They probably have some sweets, too, maybe even little cakes? Come on, that will do you some good, alright?”
Satoru is rambling as he takes Suguru’s arm to drag him along the street and Suguru stumbles after him before he remembers himself.
“Satoru, we shouldn’t. Yaga said to come right back after this mission,” Suguru reminds him, because the thought of being with Satoru in a café on this day upsets him more than any curse ever could.
It would mean the world to Suguru, it would mean nothing at all to Satoru and it would give the wrong impression to everyone in that café and Suguru simply can’t do it.
“Then lets just get a coffee to go for you, Suguru, you clearly still feel bad and I’m sorry my chocolate didn’t help at all. Let me treat you to coffee, so that you can actually give your report to Yaga without throwing up on his shoes, okay?”
Suguru narrows his eyes at Satoru.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asks, before he swallows rapidly when he can feel bile rising in his throat again.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Satoru gives back and Suguru briefly shakes his head before he closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths.
He only speaks again when he thinks it’s safe to do so.
“You would normally jump on an opportunity like that. You’d find it funny.”
“Seeing you barf on Yaga’s shoes? Hell yes,” Satoru immediately agrees. “But you’d hate it. You hatehate feeling this way, so I’m not going to make it worse. I do know boundaries, Suguru.”
Suguru opens his mouth to reassure Satoru that he knows that, but Satoru doesn’t give him the chance to do so.
“Come now, I won’t even make you go in there, okay? I have your order memorised anyway, so you just wait outside and I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
Satoru continues to drag Suguru along the street but true to his words he doesn’t make him enter the café with him. Suguru can see him through the window, can read the orders right off Satoru’s lips, filling in the gaps from memory, and Suguru does his very best to not take note of all the couples around, of the glaring Valentine’s Day decoration of the pink colour everywhere.
He would love to spend this day with Satoru and actually have it mean something, but he knows that it can’t be, that it will never be, and so the generic brown cup Satoru presses into his hand eventually is the only thing he’ll get today.
And even so, he’ll gladly take it, because at least that means Satoru is at his side, no matter in what capacity.
~*~*~
They report to Yaga, they shower and change and take some down-time and by the time dinner rolls around Suguru feels like himself again, the taste of the curse long forgotten.
“Suguru!” Satoru yells out just a second before he barges into Suguru’s room. “We’re going out for dinner today!” he declares and unease fills Suguru’s chest.
“No, we’re not,” he shoots back, pressing himself more firmly into the couch because there is no way in hell that he’ll go out with Satoru on this day, to do something that can be read as romantic when it doesn’t mean anything to Satoru.
Suguru is not going to hurt himself like that.
“Aw, Suguru, I placed a reservation, though. We kind of have to go.”
“Take Shoko,” Suguru shortly says, willing Satoru to take the hint and finally leave him alone, but of course it’s not working because things like that never work on Satoru.
“Absolutely not, I’m not going out for dinner with her and have you stay here.”
“Satoru, please,” Suguru sighs out. “I don’t feel like going out.”
Satoru works his jaw a few times before he deflates. “Fine. I’ll go pick the food up. What do you want?”
This is so not what Suguru wants and he winces when he opens his mouth to correct Satoru.
“I don’t feel like being in company right now, Satoru. I want to eat alone today.”
That seems to catch Satoru completely off guard because he freezes where he stands.
“That doesn’t make any sense. I’m not company, I’m—whatever I am, you never complain about my presence, not once, not even when being around other people gets too much for you, I was always good. What is going on, Suguru?”
There’s a defiant note to his tone now and his entire stance has changed, as if Satoru is bracing for battle and in all honesty, it just makes Suguru feel bad. Everything Satoru just said is the truth after all and Suguru doesn’t know how to explain it.
“What the hell is up with you today?” Satoru asks when Suguru stays silent for too long and Suguru sighs.
It seems he’ll have to say something.
“I don’t know if you know this,” he starts with because with Satoru’s upbringing it’s always hit or miss with these cultural celebrations and traditions, “but it’s Valentine’s Day today. Or as others like to call it, Singles Awareness Day.”
Suguru tries to joke and he doesn’t even know why, because a hint of bitterness creeps into his voice. He has never minded Valentine’s Day much, but now that he actually has someone he wants to spend it with, it seems like the worst day ever.
“Single’s Awareness Day, that’s funny,” Satoru says, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I’m very aware that I’m single, and I’m very aware that you’re single. And I’m trying to make us not be that.”
Suguru feels as if his heart is missing a beat before a dull pain spreads in his chest. So that is it. Satoru wants to go out to set Suguru up with someone. Or to set himself up with someone? But that doesn’t make any sense, and Suguru shakes his head in his confusion.
“I don’t—you want to go out to find a date?” he asks for clarification and he doesn’t know what to do when Satoru groans and slaps a hand to his face.
“I’m trying to make us date, Suguru,” he gets out, “but you’re not being very helpful.”
“You want to date someone?” Suguru doesn’t know what to do with that information. He was under the impression that Satoru doesn’t want.
“You! I want to date you, goddamit, Suguru, why do you have to be so difficult?” Satoru almost yells out and Suguru blinks.
“But you don’t want,” he finally mutters and watches how confusion washes over Satoru’s face.
“Huh?” Satoru very eloquently asks and Suguru swallows.
“You—I overheard you, when you rejected that girl a few weeks back. You said you’re not into girls. And then a few days later, the same with that man, where you said you’re not into guys, either. So I just—you’re not into anyone, right?”
“Oh dear gods,” Satoru groans out. “I’m not into anyone, because I’m into you.”
“Into me,” Suguru repeats and his brain has a hard time comprehending what Satoru is saying. “You want to date me.”
“Yes, Suguru, I want to date you,” Satoru agrees and comes closer, dropping down to his knees in front of Suguru. “Can you please just get that into your head now so you can reject me in that kind way of yours? I can take a hint, you know.”
“Reject you?” That is the furthest thing from Suguru’s mind right now and he doesn’t understand where Satoru would get that from. “Why would I reject you?”
“Because you’re clearly not into me? I mean, you swallowed that chocolate whole—impressive, by the way—and you rejected my offer for a coffee date and now even for a dinner date. I might be a bit dense but three time’s the charm, as they say, right?”
“No!” Suguru almost yells out and fists his hand in Satoru’s shirt. “I just thought—I thought you didn’t want anyone, let alone me, so I was trying to dodge these situations because I want.”
Satoru blinks at him.
“Okay, but do you want me?” he then carefully asks, as if Suguru could ever say no to that.
“Yes! Yes, I do. Of course I want you, Satoru, and if I had known I would have cherished that chocolate and I would have agreed to that coffee date.”
“Alright,” Satoru says with a smile and Suguru is surprised to find a light blush on his face. “What about a dinner date, then?” Satoru asks, though clearly he must know the answer to that by now.
“I would love to go on a date with you,” Suguru says, just so that there can be no more misunderstandings and Satoru beams at him.
“Wonderful,” he says and then leans up to brush his lips over the corner of Suguru’s mouth. “Just getting a taste of dessert, don’t mind me,” he whispers as he pulls back and Suguru can’t have that.
“Why stop at a taste?” he asks, before he pulls Satoru back in and this time there is nothing fleeting about the way their lips press together.
“You’re always so right, Suguru,” Satoru happily mutters as they part, though he doesn’t move away far. “And since I’m a glutton, we’ll just do that again,” he then decides and leans right back in.
By the time they remember that there’s an actual date to have, it’s five minutes to their reservation and there’s no way they’ll ever make that, so they do end up ordering in.
Which is just as fine, because that gives them time to enjoy their dessert whenever they damn well please, and if it is between bites of their actual dinner, well, there’s no one around to judge them for it.  
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