#the voices got loud i couldn't stop them so there's around 1.4k words of this

[max13l]

Since I can't stop thinking about it because of this post where Daniel's chain looks like it could be a collar, here's a little thing on the "making him worse" trope but with Maxiel and pet play. AKA puppy play but instead of Max trying to fix Daniel, it's actually meant to make him "worse" (or better depending on your interpretation).

After his time at McLaren, Max thought Daniel became unusually pliant and... almost submissive? Losing his typical confidence and aggressiveness that Max had come to know when they were teammates (and that he knew he loved). Max thinks it's very much showing in his racing too, holding Daniel back from showing his full potential on track like he used to before. And Max decides he can't have this, so he comes up with a plan. He's going to train Daniel.

Max is going to train Daniel, but instead of how training is usually meant to make someone listen better and be more in control of themselves, he would do the exact opposite for Daniel. He wants him to lose control. Wants him to be aggressive. To bite. To be a right cunt, as Daniel would say. And if it lands him with more than a few bitemarks, then so be it. It will be worth it.

Before propositioning his boyfriend, Max does the (very minimal) research he feels is necessary and orders all the supplies he will need to be successful with his plan. It won't be an immediate success though, it is supposed to be a long process after all, Max knows, but since they don't have infinite time to get Daniel back to the driver he used to be, he will have to make it as efficient as possible.

When Max first brings it up to Daniel, he thinks Max is joking. Pretend to be a dog? How the hell was that going to make his driving better? Max attempts to explain how it works as best as he can, but Daniel just isn't taking it as seriously as he would like. Max doesn't have time for this; he'll just have to show him. "Whatever. Just trust me? This will be good for you, Daniel. Try with me? I will make it good for you. You already like barking so much and you pee outside, you're halfway there." Guess Daniel can't argue with that.

Max was satisfied with Daniel, albeit reluctantly, agreeing to play along. He told his boyfriend as much by scheduling their first scene for the next day, it wasn't a race weekend, Max made sure to time it perfectly.

When Max told Daniel to be prepared the next day, Daniel couldn't say he expected the onslaught of things Max had got for him. Seeing all the... stuff? ("Gear? Is that what Max called it?") Daniel realized then that Max is actually extremely serious about this. He should've known, his boyfriend never half-asses things that aren't media duties.

Daniel felt his face warm up looking at all the items Max carefully laid out for him, and if his cock twitched at the thought of putting them all on, that's between him and God. Two particular items were the most intimidating to him, the pup hood modeled after a Doberman, pointy ears and all leather, and the black silicone tail plug. Aside from those, a leather harness and jockstrap were also waiting for him. He supposes he can handle this much, though he still thinks it's all a bit silly. He tells himself he only agreed because Max has indulged him in the past, so he can do the same for him. He still doesn't understand how this is supposed to help with his driving though.

The first scene didn't go quite as Max would've wanted it to. Daniel wasn't taking it seriously enough. Sure, he barked when Max told him, but Max could tell he wasn't actually into it. He wasn't in the right headspace yet and was only pretending to try and make Max happy. Max was not happy. He needed Daniel to fully give in if this was going to work.

By the time they had another scene planned, Max figured out what he thinks will get Daniel in the right headspace. Max had to piss him off, bad. He wanted Daniel to get to be angry and in tune with expressing his frustration again, instead of subduing and locking it away, through this, and he will make it happen. And what better time to do so than after another shit short lived race for Daniel? Max knew Daniel should already be upset, but it wasn't enough, so why not add him being overtly flirty with every other man and woman around when he knew Daniel was watching? Daniel wasn't necessarily a jealous man, but he definitely had his possessive streaks, especially after bad races when his patience was already thin.

Daniel slammed the door when he made his way into Max's room, "Max, what the fuck? Are you trying to play with me or something, eh?" exactly as Max wanted him. To rub it in more, Max left champagne linger in his hair and on his skin, so Daniel could smell it. Max only smiled seemingly nonchalant about everything on the surface, yet his cock throbbed against the tight jeans he changed into earlier, he couldn't wait any longer. "Playing? No, we have a scene to do, don't we?"

Daniel was about to protest when it clicked. Alright, Max wants a scene? He'll fucking get one. With no words, Daniel left to get ready, leaving Max behind with a big satisfied grin on his face, this is going so smoothly for once.

On his return, Max could still see the anger in Daniel's eyes, dark and fiery, accentuated by the pup hood, which Daniel chose to only wear the top part of this time. "Why do you still smell like champagne?", Daniel couldn't fucking believe it once he got close enough to Max, could see and definitely smell the champagne on Max, he could feel a snarl creeping on him, making his lip twitch, "You fucking-"

"Dogs don't talk, Daniel." Max responded calmly knowing he'll only press Daniel further.

As soon as he uttered those words, Max found himself on the floor, Daniel growling above him. With his mouth free, Daniel immediately started lapping at the champagne coating Max's neck, then he couldn't hold back from biting Max, breaking the skin on his shoulder and sternum. Then time started blurring as Daniel continued to take what he needed. He fucked Max hard and thorough, barking and snarling as he did it, feeling something snap inside him, all tension leaving his body as he howled and filled his Master up.

"Good boy." Max slurred, fucked out but happy.

After that scene, Daniel started to understand why Max thought this might help him. They kept it up, doing scenes more frequently, Daniel becoming more and more acquainted with his feral side, all the pent up anger and frustration finding a way to be released after years of letting it pile up somewhere at the back of his mind. It started to show in Daniel's on track results too, people seeming surprised at Daniel's "newfound passion for racing". He always felt himself wanting to growl at them for it, to fight, it wasn't new, it was just subdued. Not anymore.

They had a system now, seeing progress early enough, very much to Max's pleasure. Daniel had collars made specifically for him: a play one that was a heavy leather one that matched his hood, letting Max know what Daniel wants without him needing to speak a word and disrupt his own immersion in pup space; a day collar that looked like a regular chain necklace, but Daniel and Max knew its real meaning, reminding Daniel of the fire in him, of the way Max owns him and yet he's got so much power over him, the bitemarks left on Max's skin temporary reminders of it, the weight of the chain working as a physical reminder of the weight of the play collar he wears when he pounds the living daylights out of Max; they also had a ribbon Daniel could wear around his neck while in the car, hidden under his fireproofs.

Another thing that became an important part of their scenes and also proved useful to Daniel during race weekends was a clicker. Max found out about clicker training a bit after they started their scenes and knew he would find a way to incorporate it in Daniel's training. Now, Daniel carries it around before races, making clicking it three times a part of his ritual. It puts him in the right headspace, any possible anxiety washing away and being replaced with fire burning in his stomach, making him want, want, want. Just like his Master taught him. Daniel hasn't felt this content and confident in a good while.

After yet another good race and a less intense scene than their usual, Daniel pressed a kiss on Max's sweaty forehead, "Thank you, Maxy. You were right about this." Max smiled softly, blissed out in Daniel's arms, "I am, of course, always right about you."

"Just don't let this old dog bite you in the ass next season, yeah?"

#maxiel #cw pet play #cw undernegotiated kink #idk what this is but it's... a lot #the voices got loud i couldn't stop them so there's around 1.4k words of this #hope someone likes it ig #my writing #my fic

[angelltheninth]

you can ignore this if you want but superman from maws is making me go feral and all ive been thinking about is reader somehow getting her hands on some kryptonite and using it against clark in bed to make him submissive and whimper and like just weak to the knees

I have something similar to this with Clark x Lois lmao. Funny how it works out.

Pairing: Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, kryptonite use, handjob, whimpering, size kink, no penetration, size difference, muscle kink, lots of cum, sub!Clark Kent, cute! Clark Kent, Clark is a good boy and likes to be told so (praise kink)

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: Thinking about a whimpering Clark made me weak in the knees not the other way around.

Clark's strength could break buildings like they were nothing so naturally he was a little, okay, very scared to have sex with you. When he handled you he was always so careful, like touching the finest work of art. When you kissed and he lifted you he always let you take the lead, to lean into him, to grind against him, to wrap your arms around his thick neck. It was always up to you.

Clark didn't mind using his fingers though. He kept his wrist still, vibrating those thick digits inside you as you rode them. Pleasure and happiness were things he gave all too easily in your opinion. You wanted to repay him seeing as how your pussy was still clamping down around him.

"I want to ride you all night." You husked against his lips. Thankfully his whimper was only heard by you, seeing as you lived alone. His boxers were doing all they could to keep his cock at bay, strained to the max.

Clark's fingers stopped vibrating inside of you and slowly eased out, "R-Ride? But... I could hurt you if I..." He let out a loud moan when you cupped him through his boxers. "What if I hurt you?"

"I've though of that. Hold on." This was a secret, a potentially dangerous one but it should work. It was the tiniest shard of Kryptonite you managed to swipe from the Lex's new lab. You work for him only to keep an eye out, but when you saw the Kryptonite you couldn't resist. "I made a few modifications. This version shouldn't hurt you. In fact it's already been working."

Clark's eyes widened as you put the small piece next to your bed. "Is that why I've been feeling off? I thought it was just me." He sighed in relief, "Still I don't know how well it's gonna work." He rubbed the back of his head, his cock excited but his face worried and skeptical of your idea.

"That's why we're gonna test it out first. Take your boxers off and get on all fours."

"A-All fours!" You had no idea Clark's voice could go that high or that he could blush that deep of a red shade. You could clearly make it out even in the little green glow.

"You heard me." You put your hands on your hips and waited.

Clark gulped but saw nothing else to do, Y-Yes ma'am." His boxers were off in a flash, cock free, thick and veiny and the tip red and leaking. "This position is a little embarrassing." With a chuckle you got on your knees behind him, marveling at sheer display of strength and might his muscles possessed even when he was submitting to you.

You ran your hand down his shoulders, back and hips, his blush now reaching all the way to his shoulders. The most powerful being in the world, maybe in the galaxy, and he was willing to be this vulnerable with you.

"This means a lot to me. Thank you Clark." His hips bucked backwards when he felt you press against his ass, your pussy still very wet. "I love you. I know we haven't said it yet but I really do."

His enormous hand pressed over yours in reassurance, "I love you too. But if I said it first I thought I might come off as too pushy real fast."

"You're not that kind of guy. I know you're not." You kissed the nape of his neck as you let your hands wind around him, down his chest, feeling how fast his heart was beating, down his stomach, the abdomen taunt, and finally to the one part you wanted to get your hands on the most, his cock. In his hand it was normal, in yours it was thick and big and almost heavy. "You're a good boy Clark."

"Fu- gosh." More proof of how good he was. You could count the times you heard him swear on one hand. But you were determined to be the reason he swore more.

One of your hands cupped the cocktip, the other started to slowly move up and down his cock. You payed close mind to how he reacted, if he whimpered of he took a breath, if his hips rolled into or away from your hand, what kind of stroke made him flex and relax his muscles.

What those could do to you? He could take you wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted, he could destroy, create, fight, win, and he could protect and hold and cherish. That was the Clark Kent you fell in love with.

"I'm gonna go a bit faster. Is that okay with you?" Clark nodded. You huffed against his ear and formed a ring around the base of his tip with your fingers, barely touching them. "Be a good boy. Tell me if you want it or not. Be very clear."

With your other hand you pressed downward, keeping the pressure on his balls, "Yes, yes I want it, I want you to jerk me off, sweetheart I need your hands on me now."

"Who knew you could be so compliant? Was this all it took for you Clark? I sure hope no one else figures this little trick out." Superman on his knees. You knew for a fact that it was many people's fantasy.

"Don't want them. Only you, only you." He sobbed when you started moving your hands along his cock again, "Fuck, that feels so good."

It felt good for you too, his hard cock pulsing in your hand, the cum dripping past your fingers and onto your sheets. There was already a puddle there like he came already. Did the Kryptonite make him more sensitive? Sure looked like it. You pressed yourself closer, you felt his firm yet soft ass press against you, the subtle bucking of his hips practically making you hump him.

"I wonder if you'd make a mess when you come? This already more than you usually give. I bet you would, and I bet that you'd look so sexy fucking my hand." Clark's rolled his hips forward, it sounding very appealing to his ears, clearly. "God Clark, you're excellent, and those sounds, so cute."

He kept thrusting, more cum spilling out each time but it didn't look like he could quite get there. You could help him with that. The hand that was on his tip dropped down to his balls cupping and massaging them, not too hard, you didn't know if it would hurt him since he was a lot more sensitive now.

"God fucking damn it! Coming! Keep going, keep going, please don't stop baby!" Who in their right mind would stop when Superman was coming from their hand? His whole body shook and the bed along with it, in fact you were pretty sure you heard something bend and break and it wasn't Clark's back, as much as he arched them.

The Kryptonian collapsed on the pillows, short of breath as he rolled over, his cock still shooting little strings of cum over his abs. He had a smile on his face despite his lack of breath. Well, Clark Kent out of breath, that was a first.

"That... was a first for me. I didn't know I could ejaculate that much." He sat up, cringing at the pool of cum he touched with his fingers, "I promise I'll clean it up. And I think I need to check your bed, I might have broken it."

"You're probably the only guy who doesn't see breaking a woman's bed as a good thing." It was understandable, he probably broke too many thing on accident.

"Should I?" He grinned and leaned forward a little, once again flexing his muscles. You would never get tired of looking at those. They were perfect to grind on. He was perfect.

You cupped his face and looked into his big blue, almost puppydog eyes, "Nope. You're good. Perfect even." After a little kiss you picked up the Kryptonite shard next to your bed, "I should find a safer place for this."

"Can you keep it next to your bed for right now. I wanna cuddle while we sleep." And people think this man is dangerous? He's so cute when he asks for things. "After we get clean sheets." Right, yeah, the clean sheets. A new bed would have to wait. You're gonna need something a lot more sturdy if you wanted to keep having sex like this.

But at least you knew it would be a worth while investment.

#clark kent x reader #clark kent imagine #clark kent smut #clark kent fanfiction #superman x reader #superman imagine #superman smut #superman fanfiction #clark kent x female reader #superman x female reader #dc comics x reader #dc comics imagine #dc comics smut #dc comics fanfiction #dc comics x female reader #maws x reader #x female reader #smut

[cutecatlov3r]

"𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

kenma kozume x reader (fem)

some drabbles on your rivals to lovers relationship with kenma !

words: 1.4k

warnings/tw: all characters are 18+, college AU(?), mean! kenma, enemies to lovers, and some suggestive themes.

a/n: I just needed to write about kenma being mean to you and you being mean back, if you want I can make a smut version as well... heavily inspired by the Netflix series "The Beef", made me cry sm . like, comment, re-blog ily ! don't copy my work . not proofread .

★ As soon as he met you he despised you . He couldn't stand the sound of your annoying ass voice, all he wanted was to sit in peace . Usually he doesn't mind being around loud people but you... You pissed him off for some reason, he never wanted to be around you.

"I don't think Kenma likes me..." you whispered in Kuroo's ear. You started to sense Kenma rolling his eyes at you and scoffing every time you spoke. He annoyed you, if he had something to say, you wanted him to say it to your face .

It was so obvious you were talking about Kenma, he sat in front of you and Kuroo. You talked so loud, you couldn't even whisper silently, it irked Kenma even more.

"You're fine Y/n, everyone loves you," Kuroo reassured, patting your back, gently.

Kenma furrowed his eyebrows as he played his game. Yeah right, he can't even stand you. He would never be able to like someone so childish and annoying...

★ He hates the fact that all of his friends adored you. He knows damn well they only like you because you are somewhat attractive. He knows what you are thinking when you show up to their practices in skirts and tank tops, he knows that you're just there because you're a slut .

"Stop distracting our team, just get out of here... We don't want you here anyway," Kenma mumbled, sweat dripping from his forehead.

To be fair, you were kind of distracting Kuroo and Lev by talking to them whenever they got the chance to speak with you. But still! It infuriated you that Kenma worded it like that, it was rude!

"No need to be rude Kenma, I'm here to support my friends," you retorted, crossing your arms. you've about had it with him, you know he doesn't like you. And it pisses you off because you did nothing!

★ Kenma loathed the way his friends talk about you any chance they get. You are a cute girl, those boys just can't help themselves. Still, it makes Kenma frustrated.

"Y/n is so sweet, she made me some brownies today," Kuroo swooned. Kuroo had a little thing for you, you weren't aware of this but all of the boys knew.

"Oh yeah? Well she's planning to wear my jersey the next time we have a game," Yaku teased.

"She said she'll be cheering for me at the next game too. Only me," Lev added, punching Kuroo's shoulder playfully.

Kuroo started to visibly sulk.

"...I hate you guys... She won't be doing any of that, she's going to-"

"Can you guys please shut up? I'm tired of hearing about Y/n, that's all you guys ever talk about. It's annoying," Kenma said, his eyes glued to his phone.

★ Finally, you confronted him at a party in front of everyone. After that day, the two of you HATED each other, or so you thought. You could never see yourself being friends with him, ever.

"What the hell is your problem?! You spilled that drink on me on purpose!" you yelled, very angry at the situation. You were embarrassed, everyone saw, it made you feel like crying. You had issues when it came to having everyone pay attention to you. You only liked being around your group of friends, not the whole damn party.

Kenma did spill his drink on you but it wasn't on purpose, it was a simple accident. He bumped into you as you were dancing with Kuroo and Bokuto, causing his cup to spill on your clothes. Still, he found it amusing when he saw you get angry at the situation, so he did not apologize or even acknowledge you until you called him out.

"I didn't do it on purpose so..."

"Yes you did!" you exclaimed, Kuroo held on to your shoulder, trying to calm you down.

"Let's calm down y/n," Kuroo tried to say.

"Stop trying to defend her idiotic ways. She can handle things herself, she's not a damn baby," Kenma commented, feeling more aggravated

Kenma pinched his eyebrows together.

"What did I ever do to you?! Seriously! You're always so mean for no reason! I knew you didn't like me but holy fuck, spilling a drink on me is a bit much!"

"So bothersome... I'm going to tell you this once. I. Did. Not. You fucking idi-"

Slap!

★ After the whole slap situation Kenma saw you in a different light kind of... He still hated your guts but he did notice how strong and confident you were. He couldn't help but admire some of the good aspects of you. So instead of dreading you, he openly speaks to you, only making rude comments of course. And you did not hold back either.

"What should I wear to Akaashi's party?" you asked, showing off a few outfits to Kuroo and Bokuto. The men sat on the floor, they loved listening to your rants and their favorite thing to do is tell you what to wear.

"The black skirt is cute," Bokuto said, pointing at the skirt in your left hand.

"No way! I like the dress, it always shows off your natural curves," Kuroo added, giving you a sly wink.

You giggled at their suggestions, Kuroo and Bokuto were your favorite friends.

Kenma groaned, bored of the conversation, he was dragged there because he is Kuroo's best friend so he was forced to go wherever he went.

"Do you have an issue?" you asked, sassily, placing your hands on your hips.

"Your voice is so damn annoying,"

You pretended to gasp, gripping your chest. "How mean Kenma!... Is what I would say if I cared. I didn't even want you here so please refrain from making any unnecessary comments,"

Kenma rolled his eyes at your bratty attitude.

★ You two banter all the time, some would consider it flirting but you never saw it in that way. Mutual disrespect for each other... Yeah, only mutual disrespect.

You whined, begging Kuroo not to leave you with Kenma. He was on his way to class, if he went to class, you'd be left with Kenma.

"Please Tetsuro!" you begged, giving him the best puppy eyes you could. "Stay! Skip class! Please!!"

Kuroo smiled, he loved seeing your bratty side, it excited him. "You know I can't n/n, just stay with Kenma, I'll be done in an hour,"

You groaned. Kenma cocked his eyebrow at you.

"Trust me, I'm not happy either," he mumbled, his hands shoved deep into his sweatshirt pockets.

"Oh of course you are Kenma! I know you're in love with me, you love being around me!" you cheered, sarcastically.

Kenma visibly gagged, causing Kuroo to laugh.

★ Eventually though... The two of you were forced to be around each other more, creating an unusual bond. You both don't directly hate each other, you just don't have a super stable friendship. But! You guys can be with each other without having the mean tension.

"Sup bitch, have you seen Kuroo?" you asked, placing your legs on Kenma's lap.

He shoved them off him instantly.

"Disgusting. And I don't know where he is, I think he went to grab some snacks for movie night,"

You hummed to yourself. A happy tune was in your mind and you couldn't help but hum.

"Can you hum quieter? Holy shit, so annoying," Kenma said, pulling his own hair. Obviously he was joking.

And with him saying that, you hummed as loud as you could.

★ Uh oh... Why did he have to walk in on you changing your clothes... That just made some things weird between you two...

"Idiot, where are you-"

Your face burned with embarrassment, you were in the middle of removing your shirt in your room. Why the hell did he have to come in right now?!

The two of you just stared at each other... In complete silence, unsure how to break the awkward tension.

Luckily, Kenma slammed the door shut.

"What the fuck," he thought, taking a deep breath. "No fucking way..." he continued thinking, looking down at his pants.

Kuroo ran to the scene, worried about the door being slammed.

"What's up with you? Oh shit man you have a boner," Kuroo commented, pointing at his pants.

"No shit!"

You heard the whole conversation, shaking your head, wishing you didn't hear anything.

★ After that the two of you just teased each other, meanly, sometimes being harsh. And actually started building a friendship, not a friendly one though.

"Slut,"

"Pervert,"

"You wanted me to walk in on you," Kenma yawned, placing his hands behind his head.

The two of you were currently walking through the hallways, planning to meet up with Kuroo. This was the first time you guys spoke about the situation. It made your cheeks burn thinking about it. But... It made Kenma feel other things.

"Shut up! You probably were spying on me! You wanted to see me like that,"

Kenma shrugged. "I still think you wanted me to walk in on you,". He faked a gasp "Are you in love with me?!"

"You wish," you rolled your eyes.

That's all I have for now... Maybe I'll make a part 2, just wanted to drabble some scenarios :x

#kenma kuzome smut #kenma smut #kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kenma #kozume kenma #kenma x you #kenma hc #kenma x y/n #kenma angst #kenma drabble #hq drabbles #haikyuu #haikyuu drabbles #hq scenarios #haikyuu scenarios #kuroo tetsuro angst #kuroo tetsuro drabble

[justawriterand]

Addicted

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Words: 1.4k

Summary: You’re invited to the Thrombey family’s Christmas party. Ransom has other ideas.

Warnings: unprotected sex, smut, some language (forgive me, Cap!), 18+

A/N: this is my first time posting my writing on here, let me know what you think.

The Thrombeys and the Drysdales are not nice families. They pretend they are, are all smiles to people's faces but pure venom behind your back. And you know this, have heard them speak about you when they think no one can hear them.

The alt-right troll you tutor isn't even the worst of them and that says something considering he spends all of his lessons posting hate online. Thinking he's right, a family trait.

There's one you do like though, one you know exactly where you stand with. Not all nice to your face and whispered daggers behind closed doors. No, with him you know exactly what he's thinking when he's thinking it and what he thinks of you without having to guess.

Hugh Drysdale.

Ransom.

The Christmas party is not much of the latter, they stand around and talk a lot while the music is too loud for you to hear them. Jacob pretends you don't exist which works just fine for you because you'd rather not be here anyway and wouldn't definitely not like to speak to him when you're not teaching him. He's glued to his phone again, thumbs busy at the screen as everything moves around him.

Marta, the nurse, is here too not dressed much different to what she wears when she cares for Harlan, the head of the family. She's talking to Meg, someone you don't know too well and would rather not interrupt even if it means you stand awkwardly by the wall sipping at a drink that, by now, is just melted ice.

That's when he comes up to you, eating a cookie you recognise from the cupboards. Thumb swiping along the tips of long fingers to rid of any crumbs before he speaks in that voice that sends shivers down your spine.

"Y/N. Having fun?"

"Oh yeah. Party of the year." You say, bringing the glass to your mouth as you realise he's watching your lips.

"How's my Nazi cousin treating you?"

"Jacob?"

"Do I have more than one?"

Your laugh gets stuck in your throat and you wish it hadn't, sounds like you're trying too hard.

"I hope not." You manage nothing left of the ice now, glass completely empty and there's nothing to distract you from him.

From the blue of his eyes that are grey in this room, the lights too dim to reach them but you know what they look like from the other times you'd stared at them for too long. Him and his perfect hair and how it folds just how he wants it to, combed to the sides and not a curl out of place. He's wearing a sweater, white and thick and covered in holes. Sleeves long, tickling at his knuckles as he tucks the edges into his palm.

"Wanna get out of here?"

"And go where?" You ask as if you care, just wanting to be with him.

"Anywhere that isn't around these assholes."

"Count me in."

He takes the glass from you, putting it onto one of the shelves without a coaster. Knowing it would drive his family crazy, water stains seeping into the wood. A little bit of you hopes they didn't know it was you, but then the rest of you couldn't care.

And you don't really get far, he pulls you into the bathroom like he couldn't wait to touch you. But you're scared, you know he has a temper, can't help but wonder if you've done something to get on the wrong side of it.

He locks the door and pushes you against the wall, not hard but it's enough to make you think twice about moving from his grip.

The palm of his hand is flat against your lips, your own breath warm on your skin as your mouth goes dry. His eyes are more black now, the blue you're so used to fading.

"Got to be quiet, the old man hears everything." Ransom beckons towards the vent, a metal grill where secrets pass between rooms. "I've seen the way you look at me."

You stop breathing at that, his other hand firm at your waist. Fingers untucking your shirt from your skirt before trailing to the small of your back.

"Do you want this?" He whispers, words warm against the line of your jaw as he moves his mouth to your ear. "Do you want me?"

You don't say anything at first, eyes rolling closed at his touch. Not being able to think straight at the way his breath hitches, telling you that it might not have just been you who'd imagined this.

You nodded, his fingers digging into your cheek following you as your head moved.

"You've got to be quiet. Can you be good and be quiet?" He asks, pulling away from you before his hand loosens around your lips letting you breathe without feeling it on your own skin.

"Yes." You manage but it's barely a sound, an almost whimper and he raises an eyebrow at you, needing more. "Yes." That's a little more convincing, a warmth already building at your core at the thought of what might happen.

Of his lips on yours, tongue at the seam of your mouth, hands exploring your skin.

And it's exactly like you imagined, the kiss fierce. Almost rushed but you melt into it, legs weak and you're glad he almost has you pinned, helping hold you in place. His jaw is smooth as you bring your hands to cup his face, needing to touch him too.

It's rushed, breaths staggered and moans swallowed. He brings his finger to his mouth when he draws back, reminding you to be quiet before pulling at his pants and his cock springs out, the tip wet and leaves a trail of precome on your skirt.

Something to worry about later.

"I, uh, I'm on birth control." You say, sounding like this is something you do all the time.

But it's him, he does this to you. Makes your words melt at your tongue and steals all sense.

"Okay. Good. Got to be quiet." He reminds you, fingers feeling the line of your panties before pushing them to the side. "And quick, before they come looking for us. Well, you. They won't care where I am."

The tip of his dick finds your folds and he doesn't wait, pushes it into you and you bring your mouth to his shoulder. Biting at his shirt to stifle any moans.

"You're so wet," he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. "You take me so well."

"Ransom." You moan into his neck.

"Call me Hugh." Ransom says as he thrusts, a little harder now. "You call me Hugh."

"I'm sorry."

His hands move to your thighs before lifting you off the floor and holding you against the wall. He fucks you in the air, fingers digging into the curve of your ass as he thrusts into you.

When you moan his name again, breathless as you bob, he tells you how you're his. How you were made for him, how he was meant to have you. All whispers in your ear adding to the warmth at the pit of your stomach.

And you're so close. Can feel yourself tightening around him as he calls you a good girl.

"Fuck, Hugh..." You breathe into his skin, mumbling words of nothing as he makes you feel everything.

The name does something to him, he changes with it. Only the help made to call him that. And that's what you were, you suppose.

Help. Helping him release some tension. Helping him get away from his family. Helping him come as you bring your mouth to his neck, lips leaving trails of spit as you move from his jagged thrusts.

Then he's done, slows to nothing and lets you back down to the floor. Doesn't wait for your legs to adjust to standing again, doesn't kiss you a thank you.

Just pulls out, cleans himself with a damp edge of the towel, looks at you through hooded eyes and leaves.

That's when you realise, he's just like the rest of the Thrombeys. Takes what he wants and doesn't care what he leaves behind.

But you don't care. You want more.

You want him.

#ransom drydale x you #cevans #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #knives out #christmas one shot #christmas #ransom drysdale one shot

[self-shipyard]

"Drunk" - A LumaGhia Fic

Synopsis: Lumaca gets called over to the safehouse one night, only to quickly discover the other guys had pressured Gh.iaccio into drinking with them an hour ago.

Word Count: 1.4k

CW: Alcohol Use, Smoking, Fluff

NOTE: Hey! We haven't written anything in a long time, and it feels really good to do it during these trying times! I don't exactly have a good name for this story, but I might think of something eventually. I hope you enjoy!

The first thing Lumaca heard was a pair of familiar voices, their hazy conversation tinted with both amusement and disappointment.

She poked her head into the safehouse and looked around, trying to find the source of the voices. Soon enough, she noticed the moon’s dim light making the faint outline of two figures, both taller than her and one noticeably slimmer and longer-haired than the other, at the opposite end of the room.

“Hello?”

The conversation stopped almost instantly, and almost instantly she felt the gaze of the two men fall upon her.

“Oh, thank God,” Melone’s voice sighed in relief. “She’s here.”

She could only walk into the room and watch as he and Formaggio approached her, one of them flipping on a nearby lamp as they walked past it. Both of the men simply stood there for a moment, their gazes boring into the floor. Meanwhile, her eyes darted past them, looking for any sign of her blue-haired husband, who was supposed to be home an hour ago.

Instead of him, she had received a call to come right away, and now here they were.

“What’s going on?” she asked, her concern welling up more and more. “Where’s Ghiaccio?”

“So space cadet,” Formaggio started. “Promise you won’t get mad at us-. “

“What did you do to him?!” she cried out instinctively.

While Formaggio held up his hands defensively, Lumaca looked towards Melone, who sighed and allowed his gaze to meet hers.

“We had drinks tonight,” he explained. “And we got him to have a glass of wine about an hour ago. We didn't know better. Now, he’s torn up the other room and he won’t stop snarling at us.”

With her distress now peaked, she put her hands to her temples. She always knew he couldn't handle his alcohol, and now she was scared that he might've gotten hurt more than anything.

She prayed that he wasn't hurt.

Her poor husband.

“You guys-!!“

“Is that Lumaca?” another voice called out from the other room, making Formaggio look over his shoulder and responding to the inquiry.

“Yeah, Prosciutto, she’s here.”

Prosciutto poked his head through the doorway and gave what could only be described as a mix between a smile and a grimace. He looked a bit more disheveled than she expected.

“Hello, Lumaca dear.”

With a small huff and heave, he entered the room, pulling Ghiaccio into view by his collar behind him.

”Does this lovedrunk fool belong to you?”

Ghiaccio’s head hung low, some small loose curls poking outwards from the beautiful blue spirals on his head. The sound of him snarling and cursing was just barely audible, but it was indeed there in tandem with his angry struggling against the other man’s grip.

The sight of him made her tentatively reach out for him wanting to help him, and she couldn’t help but gasp his name all softly.

The familiar sound of her voice made him groggily throw his head upwards and send his gaze in her direction. His pupils, small and needle-like at first, instantly grew bigger and softer as his drunken mind processed the brunette angel that stood a few meters before him.

A toothy smile broke out on his face.

“LUMACA!” he screamed.

Ghiaccio bolted forward clumsily, forcing Prosciutto’s grip on his collar to vanish.

Nobody had the time to even react before he threw himself at his wife, who squeaked and almost fell backwards with the sudden force of the embrace.

“MINE!” he shouted, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek with a loud MWAH! sound.

He continued to shout and mumble that word, planting kiss after sloppy kiss against her blushing face as the other three men could only watch on in bewilderment.

“Mine, mine, mine!”

She couldn’t help but giggle a little, her concern melting away a bit.

“Hey, honey…!”

Gently, she held Ghiaccio’s face and kissed him on the cheek. Her attention then turned to Prosciutto while she kept her husband upright. “Thank you so much for keeping him here.”

After shaking his head a little, Prosciutto gave her a weak smile and pulled his cigarette case out of his pocket. While Melone and Formaggio talked quietly amongst themselves about the miracle they were witnessing, he began to speak to her.

“You don’t have to worry.” As he spoke, he took out a cigarette out of the case and lit it. “All he did was knock over the furniture, hiss at us for breathing in his direction, and wail loudly about not being able to find you. He didn’t try to leave, though we would’ve stopped him if he did…” He took a quick drag and puffed out the smoke with each following word. “And I’m sure he would have if it meant finding you.”

Her eyes went to Ghiaccio, who had started to hum tunelessly while nuzzling his face all over her, not dissimilar to a cat needy for attention. A smile spread across her face while her fingers brushed a loose curl off of his face.

“That’s good to know…” she replied, almost sounding like she was mumbling to herself instead of having a conversation. “And really sweet of him…”

With that, she made her way out the door, gently tugging her tipsy husband by the arm as she went.

“We better get going now,” she said on her way out. “Have a good night, gentlemen!”

A little string of goodnight’s from the three men followed them out as she closed the door behind them.

Lumaca looked out onto the street and saw his car parked some distance away. She would have to get his car later or ask one of the guys to bring it by as soon as he could, but for right now they were going to have to take a taxi home.

With her arm linked in his, she carefully helped him down the small flight of stairs and led the way, keeping his swaying form close to her at all times.

As the two of them travelled down the sidewalk and as she looked around for a passing taxi, Ghiaccio’s chuckle pulled her attention back to him. He looked at her like she was the brightest star in heaven before smiling warmly and hazily and caressing her cheek.

“Mmm, buu- bucaneve…” he mumbled.

She smiled back at him, letting her hand slip overtop of his as she responded, “What is it, my ice pop?”

With his eyes glinting just a little in the pale moonlight, he leaned in close to her until his lips were just barely touching hers. His other hand slowly freed itself from her arm and caressed her waist all tenderly.

Even when his head was full of alcohol, he was gentle at heart… At least to her, he was.

“I want to marry you again,” he whispered against her lips. “I want to marry you again and again, every day for the rest of my life, bucaneve mia!”

At first, she blushed a deep shade of pink at his words, wondering if he was currently aware of how cute he looked and how much she loved everything about him. Then, she broke out into a warm giggle and kissed the bridge of his nose before looking him in the eye again.

“So do I, but with you… I want to marry you everyday for the rest of my life too.”

All he could do for a moment was stare into the hazel-greens of his wife, almost bewildered that she said that.

“You do?” he asked, tears suddenly streaming down his face.

Despite the fact that both of his hands were now holding either side of her face, she nodded happily and bit her lip trying not to let her emotions overwhelm her.

His voice melted into a drunk, happy chuckle as he held her under the light of Napoli’s moon.

“You do!” he exclaimed to the night sky, making her giggle. “You do, you do, you do!”

“Of course, I do, my Ghiaccio!”

She laughed with him, kissing his cheek all excitedly and so in the moment that she almost missed the lone taxi passing them by on the street.

As she helped him into the taxi, she mumbled loud enough for him to hear. Words she hoped his sober self would somehow remember and keep within his heart.

“You are my soulmate… And I love you more than the moon loves the sun.”

#❄soft snow (lumaghia)❄ #⛵sal's writing #cw alcohol use #cw drunk #self ship #self shipping #self shipping community #self shipping content #romantic f/o #self ship fanfic #self ship fic #f/o fluff #f/o fic #f/o community #f/o content #cw smoking #i've had this idea in the back of my head for a while now #i just wasn't sure how to put it down #but it feels so nice to write again! #i mentioned it before but my mood hasn't been too great lately #we are getting better! #and its so nice to remember my husband loves me always #no matter what state of mind he's in #i might write a follow up to this detailing me taking care of him #because i really want to take care of him #he deserves to be lovingly nursed back to sobriety

[minyoongees]

FANTASY || JHS

✧ pairing: boyfriend!hoseok x reader

✧ genre: crack, smut 

✧ word count: 1.4k

✧ summary: When Hoseok hears the shower running, he can’t help but let his fantasies run wild.

✧ snip: “Who is the intruder in the bathroom he just had potential sex with

✧ warnings: mentions of oc’s body parts in sexual ways, mention of hobi’s body parts in sexual ways, doggy style, begging, hair pulling, mild edging, mentions of an intruder, oc being waaayyy too close to her sister (yes this counts as a warning, y’all single child won’t get it), embarrassing situations

I’d be glad to know what you think of this! 

The sound of keys jiggling fills up the empty hallways, practiced hands opening the lock within seconds. It opens with a creak and he cringes. For any sound from him could alert you of his presence and it could shatter his plans of scaring you.

He tip toes inside, softly sliding the keys into his dress pants' pocket. He strides forward slowly to your room, hoping to find you sitting on the vanity so he can scare you enough for you to mess up your eyeliner (he's pure evil and he knows that).

But an empty room and the sound of the shower running bums him out.

“Y/n baby we're gonna be late this way!” He calls out in the general direction of the shower door.

He lifts his arm to look at the watch on his wrist, “It's 7 already! We'll miss our reservation, just try to be quick yeah? I'm waiting outside in your room.”

So much for scaring you, he's got the scare now. They'd cancel the reservation he worked so hard on to book. It's not really a special day, but it really is. It's the same day 2 years ago you and him had sex for the first time after 3 months of dating. Now it wouldn't be something that special, you see (at least not special enough to work a month overtime to afford that expensive restaurant). But you had such explosive sex that day, you couldn't let this opportunity go now.

That day he made you cum 4 times, discovered your love for his tongue and discovered how you it makes you go dizzy when he chokes you a little. He loves to see your ass jiggle when he hits it from behind,

“Hobi, please-”

“What is it baby, what do you want”

You didn't even know what you were begging for, your head was empty except for Hoseok's dick and the way he was making you feel.

“What do you want?” he growled again with a particular sharp thrust of his hips and even any slight thought you might have had, flew out the window. The pleasure made your muscles relax to the point it was hard to speak. So he took the hint for himself.

He grabbed your hair, pulled your back to his chest and began grinding in you. The sudden change in positions had his dick grazing your insides from an angle that gave you the leverage to come back to reality. You moaned and whined so loud at the sensation. The knot in your stomach was loosening up, you were losing your orgasm but you were still so on the edge of it. You whined again, tryna back up into him and he, just chuckled. He chuckled. At your misery. That's right.

But before you could do something about it, Hoseok started thrusting again at a fast set pace.

“Good girls don't whine y/n and you know it, they take what's given to them” He growled.

He snakes his arm around your waist, fingers to your clit and other hand lingering on your neck. He bends you forward and hits right at the spot which makes you go limp in his arms. Any smart reply on your tongue is swallowed back down. Your orgasm creeping back up on you, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“This is hands down the best sex I've had”

That's what you said to him in the heat of the moment and he hasn't forgotten it ever since. Even in the later hours it kept him wondering what exactly was it that he did to make you feel this way. Though he couldn't pin it exactly, but whatever was it he did, it only got better. Maybe it was the day you got to know one another' s body more, or got more comfortable with each other, but it really did change the way you look at each other now.

He can still hear the shower running. But he's got something else on his mind now.

He lifts himself off your bed and walks to your bathroom door and leans on one shoulder there.

“Hey sweetie!” He calls out, and waits for you to answer.

The shower stops running and he's met with complete silence. He knows you're listening.

“Remember the time you said I was the best sex you've ever had?” Yes, he knows he's twisting your words around, but he cannot bring himself to care enough.

“That was when I tried chocking you for the first time, you were so submissive for me, eyes all droopy. You couldn't even talk all your smart comebacks died down in your throat. Oh I remember the way your ass jiggled and the way you moaned so much, like, it's the most motherfucking beautiful sound I've heard in my life,” getting father away into his memories he didn't even realize when he started to palm himself in his pants.

“Oh I can't wait to see you tonight in that red satin dress of yours. You always look like such a sin, always so submissive for me, making me feel proud that they all know who you belong to.” he violently palms himself, his own hammy fantasies taking him too far. He couldn't think straight. Not right now when all his blood from his brain had rushed to his dick.

“I can't wait to come home and taste your lips like champagne, can't wait to pepper kisses all over your chest and thighs, eat you like the three course meal you are and kiss your fingertips—”

He seemed so adamant on fucking you that the time constraint seemed nothing like a problem to him anymore. But before he could execute it-

The keys jiggle again and he hears the familiar creak of your door opening. Wait- Who else had your keys?

He runs outside the bedroom to find you setting the groceries down on the table.

If you're here then who's in the bathroom taking a shower he just had potential sex with??

Automatically, he assumes the worst when all the blood rushes back to his brain.

“Oh hey Hoseok, when did you get here?” You chime.

“y/n!”

You turn to him startled and he grips your shoulders tight.

“y/n listen to me, now don't panic and listen,” he said, a little too exasperated for him not to be panicking himself “there is an intruder in your house and he's in the shower, I have no idea who he is but you lock the door and I'll call 911, it's okay we don't have to panic—”

“Wait what? The intruder is showering?” you question, like it's the stupidest thing ever, because it is!

“What are you talking about?” you laugh and say.

You took in his form, his formal shirt and those dress pants, silver hoops dangling from his ears, his blonde hair styled back. A small smile arose your lips at the sight of him.

“You forgot didn't you?” you take his hands off your hands and hold them in your hands, “Baby remember how I postponed our date to tomorrow 2 weeks ago because Jisoo was coming over?”

He turns his head back to look at her head peeking out of the door, hair dripping wet, tryna hold in a laugh.

You both look at each and start laughing. Hoseok drags himself to the couch, embarrassed, "Yeah yeah laugh all you want”

He hides his face in his palms and calls out "Noona you should've said something!” his voice muffled.

“Oh it was too funny to stop you, with all the ass jiggling and the three course meal” She laughs again.

“Wait, what?” You question “What happened here?”

Great that's what he needed now.

“Oh nothing sweetie, come here” he pulls you to him with your wrists,”I might've said something about how I wanted to fuck you tonight because I thought it was you in the shower.” He says in a small voice into your skin. Even saying it out loud now makes his skin crawl.

He can hear Jisoo laughing again with you as you place yourself next to him on the couch. You take his hand from between his palms and press a soft kiss on his cheek

You take the moment to put your lips next to his ear and whisper,"Don't worry, it'd be better than your fantasy”

#bts smut #bts drabble #bts smut drabble #hoseok smut #hoseok #hoseok imagines #hoseok smut drabble #bts #hobi smut

[savnofilter]

Kinktober Day 10

dark elf!m. neito

☠️ warning(s): ⚠️ everything between both parties is consensual. ⚠️ 𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕒𝕔, fingering, finger choking, con-dubcon.

☠️ genre: smut, holiday special.

☠️ words: 1.4k [5 minutes, 40 seconds].

☠️ read more: kinktober(uary)

☠️ summary: you really liked how monoma’s magic works on you, you were practically waiting for this moment once again.

You were too dazed to notice he was undressing you. Your arms and body clung onto him as he had managed to give you a good dose of the one potion you had been wanting to try from him. Your state wasn’t sleepy, dizzy at most and trying to stay up.

Monoma chuckled as you tried to keep upright, the effects of the pill expertly working its way through your nervous system. “How is your head feeling?” He whispered in your ear as he pulled your legs to drape over his leg, his hand trailing your thigh and teasing your skin. He knew even with the slightest of touches would be sending you into haywire, continuing to tease you once his hand found its way under your skirt and palmed against your sex. “Do you think you can continue? He hummed in delight as it seemed his creation was starting to take effect on you already.

“Y-Yes, Neito…” You whimpered his name as you felt his skilled fingers pull aside your underwear and rub the opening of your cunt. His tips teased and felt at how slick it was, a proud and sly smirk coming to his face as it seemed that either his creation worked very well or you were just very receptive since you were the one who had suggested it. He wasted no time in sinking in his fingers into your cunt, thrusting them into you without any mercy.

He enjoyed how your body shivered in pleasure as his hands violated you, the cute image of his little slut opening her legs and letting him use her was a dream come true and he was more than happy to indulge in it. While you were fully naked, minus the bra he kept on, your butt naked and submissive for him. He was still dressed in his school uniform, not minding the drip your cunt did to stain his pants. He tsked mockingly as your hips bucked against his fingers, his hand stopping so he could throw a third one into you. Your pussy had no trouble in swallowing his fingers as if this wasn’t new or hard for you.

His cock ached as he watched you squirm and crumble under him, your strap falling loose as you moved, the sensual peek of your nipples added to the lewdity of it all. He truly loved you it seemed and he couldn’t stop watching as you enjoyed himself. He rubbed his hard-on into your thigh as he continued to play with your cunt, his palm rubbed into your clit. Your eyes fluttered closed as your legs twitched close, hands clutching into his jacket and crinkling it up. “B-B-Babe…” Your voice was light and airy, head tilting to lean against him as you came on them. Neito was fascinated at how quick you were, his pace nor movements slowing as you finished on his fingers. He had no intention of sticking his dick in you yet, instead, he wanted to see how much his magical drugs could keep up with your body. You were basically… his experiment. His lovely little experiment.

“Aw, look at how much you’ve made my hands a mess~ my slacks too.” He mockingly nuzzled his face into the side of your head, pulling his fingers out and pulling them apart to watch the fluids drip down his hand. He held his fingers up to your mouth, his eyes watching expectantly as he held the cum-coated digits to your lips and inserted them without permission. Your already dilated eyes seized in surprise as you felt his fingers push into your mouth, the taste of your own slick invading your taste buds and giving you an odd rush of hormones you couldn’t explain. He chuckled lightly as your lips wrapped around his fingers anyways, obediently looking up at him as you sucked on his digits. “They taste lovely, don’t they~?” Monoma asks, giving you a closed eye smile that could almost be confused with a genuine soft gesture -- emphasis on almost.

You were innocently sucking on them before he pushed a little further, showing the tips to poke at the back of your throat, the force of it making you gag. It took everything in him to keep in to let out a sound of gratification, his breathing slowing as you took whatever he dished out to you. After a few moments worth watching you take his fingers he pulled them out to let them tease at your sopping cunt once again. Somewhere deep in your head, you felt dirty doing this, letting your now-boyfriend treat you as if you were his property versus the public eye of the kept together witch that was going to “save the world” was exhilarating to you. Mayhaps that’s why it worked so well, but you couldn’t find yourself wanting to stop, just wanting to consume more and more.

Your cunt walls accepted his three fingers again, bucking to show their enthusiasm as you leaned up to kiss at his neck, your shallow breathing as his hands thrust into your warm cunt. You couldn’t ignore the bulge that pressed into you, the feeling distracted you to no end and you wanted to feel it so bad. You nibbled your way up to his ear and tugged on his earlobe. The feeling of your mouth teasing the sensitive part of his ear made him tense up, eyes side-eyeing you as he continued to play with your sex.

“What is it, kitten?” Monoma whispered to you, as if easing you to speak. Your words were soft and needy as you complied, struggling to hold on to the moans that could interrupt your sentence.

"Fuck me, Neito, please…." You pleaded, hand coming up to run up his hair to entice him. A small smirk came onto his face at your attempts to sway him, his hands leaving your cunt to happily struck your cunny. He teased it as if weighing his options ultimately lifting you and throwing you onto the bed and watching as you bounced beneath him a few times. You didn't make a move to stand yourself, ready to take what he was going to dish out to you. You licker your lips happily as his hands moved to unbuckle his pants, his hands soon after gliding over your body to admire the beauty that your skin held. His hands delicately reached behind your back to unclasp your bra and finally let your breasts free. He groped them first, apologetically fondling them to give them the attention they had missed when he toyed with you earlier.  

You were so taken over by his playing with the sensitive buds on your breasts to notice he had gotten himself adjusted himself to your opening before he rammed himself inside you. The feeling itself was sensational. You had never longed for someone's cock to fill you up like this and he was filling in the job perfectly. Your moans were loud as he did, he had no reason to slow down nor be soft with you, creating a rough pace that you couldn't complain about. His fingers tugged and twisted your nipples, not giving you a sparing chance to calm down from your aphrodisiac high. His hips slammed into yours, the material of his pants he hadn't taken off creating a small wrong to each thrust. As ashamed as you were, you were close again.

It seemed he hadn't noticed either because his pace made no difference. The tip of his cock dangerously rubbed against the g-spot inside you, the constant friction of the bodies felt so good you couldn’t stop. Your body shivered as it got ready for yet again another orgasm, your cunt tensing up and sucking him in as he finished. Monoma’s eyes widened just a bit as your hands both held the sheets tightly, your body trying to ground itself as it got another orgasm out of its system in the same hour or so. His hips pressed against yours except he didn’t cum, he was trying to keep his dominant side, the more than magical pill doing more damage than he thought. He carefully maneuvered you to turn you over on your stomach and start with a moderate space, leaning down to whisper in your ear as he had finally made up his mind what he would be doing for the rest of the evening.

“I’ll just have to fuck this spell out of you, won’t I~?”

#dark elf!monoma #kinktober #bnha kinktober #mha kinktober #bnha #x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #monoma smut #smut #monoma imagine #monoma neito #monoma x reader #monoma neito x reader #neito x reader #mha monoma x reader #bnha monoma x reader #tw con-dubcon #tw; con-dubcon #n/sfw #sav sins

[anthrogothic]

Body/Prision

~Well, this is the first fic I've posted (not that I've written many). Maybe I found it interesting to explore the emotional and psychological side of the clones and, of course, Echo. Besides, of course, other little things. Hope you like it. 🥺 (and sorry for any mistake as this fic was originally written in brazilian portuguese).

Second part heeeeree

Pairing: Echo x fem!Reader (in this chapter only Hunter and Wrecker appear for now)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Body insecurity and bullying.

You were always a woman of science. Curious, persistent and genius. As a child, you loved growing plants and watching animals. Sometimes experimented with changing the color of flowers in jars with colorful products or hatching small eggs of birds and reptiles in small boxes bathed in light and heated cloths. You once set fire to his parents Aldeeranian Silk curtains, after pointing a magnifying glass in front of the sunlight streaming through the windows.

No wonder you was one of the top students at Naboo's Faculty of Science when was older. After all, you were one of the few females in your class. Being constantly the victim of offensive comments and jokes, mainly because of baggy clothes that didn't mark your body, adopted after years of harassment for your sharp curves. Your glasses and voluminous hair didn't do much for the "jokes" to stop. Withdrawn in any group of popular and partying colleagues, you had nothing but to study with your few fellow “nerds”.

As a result, you soon got your first job in the field. Standing out so much that you was invited to participate in the cloning processes on Kamino a few times, even creating a certain professional relationship with Nala Se, the chief scientist.

You weren't a fan of cloning, even though it was incredible, you found it somewhat unethical in relation to the impact on the lives of Jango Fett clones. They weren't just battle products or numbers to you, but Human Beings with as many rights as anyone else. That they should have autonomy over their lives. But work is not always 100% pleasant, as much as it is something you love as long as you understand being human.

With your occasional visits to Kamino, you ended up having the sympathy of the clones, precisely for treating them like ordinary people, with different names and personalities despite the identical DNA and their fateful serial numbers.

You even ate with them in the cafeteria instead of the staff room and played with them in your free time and some would sneak men's uniforms for you, who were too bothered by the looks and teasing you received in your tight women's uniform.

One day, during a typical meal with your friends, a tone of laughter and nasty comments made you take your attention off your plate.

You poked your clone friend in the shoulder on your right.

"What is happening?"

He, without even looking up, snorted a laugh and spoke before taking the meal to his mouth:

"So you don't know the subject of the moment? There is a new squad among us. Weird… but they haven't suffered a single casualty on the field so far."

You raised an eyebrow, craning your neck a few times in an attempt to see something.

"I was not informed of this. I have not been assigned to inspect newly graduated soldiers for some time. But why the laughter and so much whispering?"

Deep in your brain, the bitter memory of your college days was pulled.

Your friend gave you an incredulous look, gesturing to find the right words to avoid any reprimand from you:

"They… well… are technically defective. Very different from us. No wonder they nicknamed them The Bad Batch."

He stifled a laugh. Soon getting punched in the arm accompanied by a scowl from you.

"Okay, okay. Forgive me, clone rights advocate."

His irony was clear, making you roll your eyes and get up, heading towards the counter where they left the used dishes. After thanking the wrinkled green lady who served the meal, you turned in the direction of leaving the cafeteria, but a sharp impact on your face and chest propels you back, followed by a lot of pain and strong hands gripping your elbows.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

A familiar, but deeper and stronger voice resonated in your ears, making you open your eyes faster than you normally would, as you bring your hand to your forehead and in the background thanking the Maker for wearing contact lenses instead of glasses today . It took you a while to map the face of the man in front of you. His long dark hair fell to his shoulders, his red bandana letting out a few shorter strands across his forehead, his almond-shaped eyes looking a little worried, and finally, a tattoo that covered the entire left part of his face.

He was familiar…but at the same time very different from the other clones. Even the armor, grey and red. Definitely seeing a different face in that cafeteria was a bit intriguing.

"I think you broke her, Hunter!"

A loud, husky voice came from behind you, making you turn your back to the tattooed man, just to behold the huge soldier who covered your entire field of vision.

He was huge, broad and with perfectly shaped muscles. Gradually, your eyes traveled from his abdomen, across his broad chest to his face. This one had no hair. He had a blind eye, with a huge scar running from there to the ear. The clone's good eye looked you up and down, literally.

"I'm fine… sorry… I-"

You were shocked by the image of both men. Could it be they who your friend had spoken of?

You can barely complete your sentence when interrupted by a clone next to you.

"Well well. The scientist and her laboratory freaks. How comical..."

He didn't even stop to stare at you, being followed by two other clones who clearly enjoyed the bad joke.

The men beside you clenched their fists and the bigger one growled, taking long, heavy strides in front of you, until he was stopped by the tattooed-faced clone, who practically jumped in front of him, bracing a hand on his chest.

"Forget it, Wrecker. It's not worth it… and we can't take another warning for assault in the cafeteria."

The taller one nodded a few seconds later, clearly disappointed not to get his hands on his attacker.

With slow steps, you approached them, curious and also irritated by the other clone's words.

"Idiots."

You huffed, crossing your arms over your voluminous breasts.

"You are the new squad the others are talking about, aren't you?"

There was a certain wonder in your voice now.

"Force Clone 99, doctor!"

The two said in chorus, with clear pride in their words and saluting.

"The rest of the team is going through the assessment upstairs. Miraculously we both got through!"

Said the taller clone, with humor in his voice, pulling a smirk from the tattooed clone.

You smiled, even more in awe of them. They were beautiful, unique and not "sloppy".

"Nice to meet you Hunter and… Wrecker, isn't it? My name is Y/N, I work in the lab."

The two looked at each other, minimally polite treatment to the clones was a little rare around here.

"We've heard about you. Won't you give me a warning? For… bumping into you?"

Hunter was a little suspicious, moving closer to you, watching your forehead. Looking for any evidence of injury.

"Oh no, of course not. It was an accident. I also barely looked where I was going."

You tried to be as gentle as possible, despite your brow and nose bothering you, already realizing that it couldn't be too easy for them to get along with each other. You continued:

"Trust me, I know what it's like to be bothered all the time by little jokes and to have people pick on me out of simple dislike. I'm not like the rest of the employees."

Wrecker approached you, already with a content expression on his face.

"There is! I liked her! At least someone here doesn't hate us!"

The clone pulled you into a hug, pressing his side with yours. You blushed a little, as physical contact was never common with you.

Hunter continued with a suspicious expression and his arms now crossed, making him even more imposing, just taking the look off your face, when the communicator you carried in your pocket beeped.

Brought out of your reverie by Wrecker's tight embrace and Hunter's form, you picked up your communicator to read the newly arrived messages.

"Uh… I need to go. Nala Se never give me a break. See you later guys. Hope to meet the rest of you!"

You headed towards the exit, leaving a sympathetic smile as you left the clones. They were still there, trying to absorb how kind you, a scientist, were to them.

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Myth of the stars.

DARYL DIXON. ┃ THE WALKING DEAD.

❝ words: about 1.4k

❝ summary: Before an expedition, he needs a story to think about while he's gone.

❝ a / n: As always, feedback is appreciated!

Gif credits to the author.

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Your mind is blank. Your eyes are on a starry night over your head. It's been a while since you have stopped hearing the loud noise around you of different voices talking, laughing, singing (...), you weren't in the mood to join the farewell party before some of Alexandria's members leave the next morning for a new expedition. Watching Daryl go not knowing if he is going to come back, nor when he is going to do it, is by far the worst feeling you have had in a long, long time. You could accompany the squad, but who would take care of the children in case of an invasion?

You're so lost in your own thoughts that you don't notice the heavy paws over the ground straight to your position, till a wet nose touches your hand to call your attention. Dog is there, waving his tail happily as he breathes by his mouth, half tongue out. Tilting your head stopping your walk, you find Daryl coming closer too. No expression on his face. Some worry maybe.

“You okay, uh?”

“Yeah”. You try to erase that feeling from him by showing him a soft smirk curving your lips.

“Haven't seen you at the party”.

You could give him one hundred excuses, but you aren't a big fan of lies. You don't even know how to lie without being caught. Shrugging your shoulders, you continue with your walk when the man is at your side. You keep your hands inside the pockets of your jacket to warm them up and shelter them from the cold, looking at Daryl sideways before putting your eyes again over the dark sky full of stars.

“I just wanted to enjoy these views. I think… it's the only thing I like from this situation”. You whisper after a brief pause in silence. “Do you know the myth of Artemis and Asteria?”

“No”. The word escapes his rough lips in a soft murmur, turning at you for a second.

But you can feel his curiosity. Daryl loves to hear your stories, to hear your voice. It helps him to sleep some nights when you two share the same bed. He usually asks you about Greek, Norse, or Roman legends, since you used to read about them a lot when your life wasn't dependent on the virus. 

You can't help but bite a side of your bottom lip, licking it before starting to relate what you learned in your past days.

“In Athens, mortals never cared about the environment. The pollution was horrible, and they weren't used to turning off the lights when they weren't using them. So, Asteria —who was the goddess of star and constellation— was afraid of the stars falling apart. She was aware that, if mortals didn't start to worry about pollution, the stars would hit the Earth. She told the Greeks about it, but they didn't hear her”.

“And what happened?” As always, he sounds curious with his gaze on Dog carrying now a stick between his teeth.

“Artemis —the goddess of nature, animals, and the moon— tried to help her. They both went to talk again with the Greeks, but they were a very stubborn populace. Even if they asked to take care of the stars by taking care of the environment, the Greeks continued ignoring their advice”. 

You are really enjoying that moment with Daryl, one of the main things you miss the most when he's gone. Usually, he has to play the brave man, hiding his fears and his worries, but now he is just a man having a good time with life's little pleasures. Not caring about the walkers, nor the dead trying to haunt you continually.

“Artemis and Asteria got tired of trying to make them understand the risk, so they went to consult Zeus. He told them that he had a solution. A solution the Greeks wouldn't like, but there was nothing else to do. The god and goddesses waited till the next day when the cosmos started to fall apart creating a loud noise, terrorizing the populace”.

“They had been looking for it”. Daryl adds then, pointing at the porch of the house you are staying at to sit on the stairs.

“Yeah, they did”. You can't help but giggle, taking a seat close to him, but one step above. “Zeus, Artemis, and Asteria flew Pegasus to Earth. While Asteria gave another speech to the mortals, Zeus protected them from the stars falling down and crashing on the ground. Finally, the god and goddesses convinced them to make a change. And with this change, the stars stopped falling and Asteria, with Artemis help, placed the fallen stars back to the sky”.

By the gesture on his face, you know Daryl has enjoyed it as always. He has become an addict to your stories, your voice, and how easy you relate them. Resting your back against the white wooden railings, you direct your eyes to above your head.

“The moral of the story tells people to take care of the precious world we're living in and the good things it has, the good things it's surrounded by, even if right now isn't the most appropriate place to be in”.

“You're the best thing about this place”. 

Making eye contact, you can see in his orbs he wasn't expecting these words to escape from his thoughts, but he doesn't feel any shame either after saying them out loud. Daryl raises a hand to grab your wrist gently and get your hand out of the pocket. His long fingers getting laced to yours provokes you some soft shivers, briefly moving closer to you till his knees are touching yours.

You can't help but rest your forehead on his shoulder, closing your eyelids as your arms land around his neck. For a moment, you feel the imperious necessity of crying. Your lips start to tremble when Daryl embraces you tightly putting you down a step to hold you against his body. He's not a man of expressing his sentiments through words, but gestures. Since he met you a year ago, finding you trying to hide from a herd of walkers, he hasn't been capable of getting away from you. It isn't easier for Daryl either to abandon Alexandria for the first time leaving you there, not knowing when he will return. 

“We should… go inside”. You mumble although you don't want him to pull himself away from you —under any circumstances.

But people don't know about you. They think you are only good friends, not that you were meant to be for each other. The hunter nods his head standing up and helping you to while whistling to Dog to follow you inside. 

As soon as you close the door behind your back, Daryl lifts you unexpectedly into his arms to bring you to the sofa. He falls on top of your body, settling himself between your legs as his lips go straight to yours. You can taste the nicotine and the alcohol in his saliva when his tongue makes its own way into your mouth, caressing yours with so much care. After unzipping your jacket, his calloused and rough hands paw your sides, almost dragging his palms over your warm skin trying to memorize every single inch of it —as if it wasn't a well-known territory for him. Daryl loves how smooth your skin is, it drives him crazy.

“I'll come back sooner or later”. He speaks under your breath, softly gasping when you tangle your fingers in brown locks of hair to push him somewhat closer. “I always come back… You know it”.

“I'm gonna miss you… I won't sleep on the nights thinking about you, wishing you're still alive”.

As your lips quiver again, Daryl doesn't hesitate to peck them with so much tenderness; slowly, delighting himself in every touch whilst you caress his hair. 

“I haven't said it before, but I love you”. His murmurs race your heart, nailing your crystal eyes on the most sincere ones you haven't seen in your life. “I'll come back for you, I promise”.

Moving your left hand to his cheek, you tilt your head up to trap his lips again among yours. A loving kiss that pretends to transmit to him every single sentiment you feel for him, the fact that your heart only beats for his. You couldn't rather be in another place, nor another situation. Sometimes you thank the cosmos and the destiny for putting Daryl in your life.

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[fangirlings-things]

The Border Control Project [Part. 1]

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Fandom: Extraction

Pairing: Tyler Rake x female reader

Summary: you're Tyler's next mission and turns out, you need him more than you want to

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: curse words, mentions of violence and kidnapping

Based on this imagine

Gif credit: @thoresque

A/N: let me know if you guys want a part 2 or to be tagged like @posiemax asked to (it was sweet, thank youuu). I have many ideas to this series, so let me know what you think!!

Part. 2

Theme song: Shameless, Camila Cabello

Right now I'm shameless

Screaming my lungs out for you

Not afraid to face it

I need you more than I want to

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It had been what? Two, maybe three days?

You had lost track of time. After so much time in the dark, it happens. Your mind just washes away and it seems like you're floating in space, with nowhere to go and nothing to do. 

The blindfold in your eyes kept the light away and the restrains in your arms, made your whole body ache. The matress under you was actually soft, but even fluffy clouds could feel like a stone after being kept in the same position for so long. 

Your throat was dry and hurt because of how you had screamed. Screams that were muffled by the gag you had in your mouth. 

Every single spot those men had touched burned like a small fire and threatened to explode you. You were pretty sure you had marks all over. They hadn't been gentle when kidnapping you from the middle of the bloody street. 

You was tired, scared and wanted to leave. Go back to your life. But you knew you couldn't. There was no getting out of there. 

Taking a deep breath you tried to steady your heavy breathing, moving your hands against the restrains, to get maybe just a little more comfortable. Just a little. 

That, was all you could do.

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"Something new is up?"

That was the question Tyler had made when he got a call from Nik. It was unexpected, surprising. After what happened in Bangladesh many months ago, he had done a few other jobs, but none of them with her. Now, though, she seemed pretty determined to get him on board of whatever was happening. It intrigued him, made him frown while holding the phone against his left ear. 

He had been laying low since his last mission, the elimination of a target that he completed successfully in Greece. That mission had been fast, too easy. Since that, he had been wasting all the money he got in alcohol and cigarettes. Living each day with the usual boredom of loneliness and headache due to the all the booze. The opportunity to get into some action and do something useful, sounded really good. Truth was, the idea of being fired at excited him, as twisted as it was. 

That and all the cash that Nik said was at stake made him get into a plane two days later and land on Guadalajara, Mexico, where Nik had told them to meet. Now he found himself in the back of a rented apartment in a simple building, located in a poor part of the city. Description was a thing Nik valued a lot, and one of the things that made her so good at her job. The room was filled with people he didn't really know, although some of those faces were familiar from previous jobs. Over tables and armchairs ultimate technology they frequently used on missions had been gathered up, just waiting to be used when the operation began. 

"Listen up people, let's begin" Nik said out loud, bringing all the attention to herself as everyone instantly stopped talking by hearing her voice. She was a natural leader, no doubt about that. Pressing a single button on the control of the projector that had been installed hours before, she made a photo show up there for everyone to see. 

It was the image of a twenty year old girl. She was smiling to the camera as someone took a picture of her and the park she was in. She looked calm, happy. If her image was being shown there though, Tyler knew that something really bad had probably happened to that girl. 

"Her name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)" Nik said, after taking a step to the side to give everyone on the room a good view of the girl's face. "Her father is a US senator who's been a big name on the Congress for almost ten years" someone whistled, and others nodded in agreement. With only that being said, they already knew it would be a great case to work on. "Four days ago, she was kidnapped here in Guadalajara" she pressed the button again on the control, and a video started playing on the projector. 

It was a security footage obviously, due to the black and white image and low resolution. In it the girl was walking on the street camly, carrying a backpack and wearing headphones. It was late at night, the corner of the footage marked 21:37. She was alone, and there was no one else on the street. That was the perfect opportunity for a kidnapping, Tyler thought to himself, and the response to that came seconds later. 

A van approached the girl suddenly, apparently coming out of nowhere. Stopped by her side and before she could even do anything, the back door was opened and three masked men stormed upon her. She tried to run, but they had no trouble in grabbing her violently by her arms and legs and throw her on the inside of the van, leaving behind only her now destroyed phone. The whole thing happened in less than twenty seconds. No one noticed a thing, no one saw anything. That had been extremely well planned. 

"Do we know who they are?" a guy with glasses Tyler had never seen before asked, analyzing with full attention the video that started playing again in replay. 

"Negative. We couldn't get anything from the security videos and the family doesn't know specifically who could be behind it, but five hours later the Senator recieved a call" as Nik pressed the button again, an audio file started to roll and filled everyone's ears. 

Senator (Y/L/N), we have your lovely daughter. If you don't drop the Border Control Project on the presentation day, she dies. 

And then the robotic adapted voice was gone. That was it. Short, harsh and objective.

"What's the Border Control Project?" Tyler was the one who made the question, before anyone else did the same. With his arms crossed over his chest, his mind was working fast in taking in all the information he was receiving. He knew he would need them in the future. 

"A project created by Senator (Y/L/N) to expand the police activity in the mexican-american border. If this project is approved on the mentioned presentation day, trafficking rotes will be affected, illegal transportations will be extremely lowered" Nik explained, dropping the control on the nearest table with a sight. "Dealers, politicians, traffickers, a lot of people could be behind it"

"So our only approach is to go after the girl herself" Tyler stated firmly, and the others agreed. 

"Yes, we rescue her. And possibly in the meantime, figure out who did this. Senator said he will pay three times more if we do" some of the team members started clapping and Nik rolled her eyes, but had a smile on her lips. They were mercenarys, money was their greatest worry and desire. 

"What was she doing in Mexico?" a middle aged woman with blond straight hair that was in the other end of the room across the australian, was the next one to make a question. 

"She got a six month transfer to the local University. Student exchange happens at least twice a year between Mexico and the United States" Nik answered and then crossed her own arms over her chest. "We start the operation within two days. Tyler will do the field work, were going to give him all the support he needs. Meanwhile, we prepare yourselves. Got it?"

Everyone agreed and started to go to work, opening computers and printing files. Tyler didn't move, just looked around in complete silence. Nik was the one who approached him. 

"You're good with this?" she asked, inspecting his features for any sign of denial. 

He nodded, averting his eyes back to the projector where someone had again projected the picture of the girl smiling. Looking deeply into her eyes, Tyler sighted. 

"I'm gonna need a whole file on her, anything you can find. When I get to her, I have to know or have something that will make her trust me"

He had no doubt. He would find her. 

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[v-hope]

Sue Me

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Fangirl!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.4k

Request: "Hi! Do you remember that I will sue you min Yoongi girl? I have always kind of shipped her with Yoongi, so maybe a fluffy piece in that scenario? P.S. I really love your fluff and angst. Normally I don't go for angst but yours are so good?? Ily 💕💕💕"

A/N: I shipped them too, fam. I shipped them too 😔✊

Gif taken from Mojan Felfeli (Pinterest).

The first time you had shouted at Min Yoongi that you were going to sue him had been at one of BTS’ firsts fansigns. You were just another fangirl in line, waiting for your turn to meet your precious idols, when you felt overwhelmed just by the sight of them – most precisely, the sight of him. Yoongi was just interacting with their fans like he was supposed to, but the second he smiled as he waited for the next girl to stop talking to Jimin and go to him, you found yourself not being able to stop the words already coming out of your mouth.

He had gotten shy, obviously, not really replying to you but gazing down as he fidgeted with his hands – a shy yet cocky gummy smile forming on his lips. And when your turn came to be finally in front of him, you didn't really talk much about your previous words, instead having a nice chat about you, for he seemed interested in getting to know a little bit of your life in those short seconds.

The second time you did, it was at a concert – they were not that well known yet, so you managed to get pretty good tickets. You saw your chance once they finished one of their songs and everyone fell silent. As soon as you repeated the words ‘I'm suing you, Min Yoongi’, this time adding your ground was the reason of him having made your heart explode, he snapped his head towards where the sound of your voice had came from – trying to seem annoyed but failing miserably, for the corners of his lips betrayed him by curving up at the sight of you. And this time he actually replied to your complainings, telling you to 'square up' and sue him for real if he was hurting you so much.

By the third time, Yoongi was living for it. You were once again at a fansign, this time telling him you were suing him because he couldn't do his hair like that and not expect you to feel so strongly about him, and he had owned it. Yeah, he had argued with you, of course, but he owned it nevertheless.

Although you did not attend every single concert or fansign of theirs, for obvious economical reasons, Yoongi knew you were coming back at some point, which is why in the span of two years, it had became your guys’ thing; you would show up every once in a while, and he'd bicker with you about your intentions of taking him to court.

But that was it. Nothing but a fan to idol relationship. You went to their events, had your little interactions with Yoongi, and then the two of you returned to your lives.

The thing is, Yoongi had kind of grown not only fond of you, but also used to seeing you at some point. The downside of it all was that, just as that happened, you suddenly stopped showing up.

But it was no big deal, right? You were just another fan. If anyone would've told you that the Min Yoongi, the guy your heart beated so desperately for, missed your presence, you would've laughed right on their faces. But he did miss you, even if he didn't notice it, because, even though you didn't really know each other, you had formed a huge part during his initial idol journey. Because, you see, when you have just debuted with your group and are not very confident about neither your music nor your looks, having someone to literally scream to your face that they're going to sue you because of how you make them feel… yeah, talk about confidence boost.

It was only over a year and a half later, when you made your much awaited, by him, comeback.

This time, though, you hadn't yelled at him from the line, which is why he was so surprised when you out of nowhere were in front of him – his eyes lighting up and lips parting in a smile at both your presence and how beautiful he thought you looked.

His heart pounded loudly against his chest, having to clear his throat as he was almost afraid of you hearing his heartbeats.

“Well, if it isn't the threatener who never acted on her words” he greeted casually, starting to sign your album.

“Don't sing victory yet, you dangerous delinquent” you raised one of your eyebrows, mirroring the smile that had just formed on his lips. “You will be held accountable for your actions, I just had to get a job and start saving up for it because, I don't know if you've heard, but suing is not quite cheap”.

“Is that why you stopped coming for over a year?” he gazed up to lock his eyes with yours.

You felt a shiver run down your spine not only because of the way his eyes stared into yours, but also because he remembered.

“I mean, I guess it was part of it, but I also got into this relationship–”

“Ah, so you replaced me” he shook his head, resting his back on his chair as he clenched his fist to his chest in feigned hurt. “I thought you were my ride or die, you know?”

You couldn't help but laugh lightly at that, feeling kind of flustered. “I didn't replace you, I swear!” you tried to defend yourself. “It was just very… exhausting?” your uncertain words earned a frown from him. “Nevermind, I'm just glad it's over” you sighed in relief.

Yoongi raised one of his eyebrows in clear worry. “Should I go and punch this person?” he wondered, this time making you giggle.

“It's okay, thanks for the offer” you smiled brightly. “He was not a bad person, we were just… not compatible, I guess, and I ended up being so mentally drained that I didn't really feel like doing anything else and why am I telling you this?” you tilted your head at the sudden realisation, stopping yourself from rambling any further, “we should be talking about me suing you!”

“Just for the record” he leaned forward so he could be closer to you and speak lower, “you deserve someone who makes you want to go out and enjoy life, screw whoever does the opposite” his determined words made goosebumps appear on your skin.

Suddenly you remembered why he had been your bias all along.

“And about the whole suing thing” he instantly changed the topic, leaning back on his chair, “I'm afraid to inform you I am the one suing you this time” his statement took you by surprise, staring at him with furrowed eyebrows so that he would go on. “You can't just disappear on me for more than a year and not expect me to make you pay for it” your heart skipped a beat. “No way, we're going to court for this”.

“On what grounds, if you don't mind me asking?” you played along.

“On withdrawal?!” his intonation made it seem like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You rolled your eyes, your chest moving up and down as a little laugh escaped your throat. “Honestly, you just took my constant praise away from me out of the blue, I can't let it pass”.

That and the fact that he had missed seeing you, but there was no way he would say that out loud.

“Well, then I guess we will be suing each other, because I have like over ten sues against you I never took to a judge”.

“Maybe we could reach a settlement?” he proposed. “You know, so we don't actually have to go through the endless nuisance that is a trial”.

As you were about to answer, one person from the staff asked you to move forward in line, for your time had apparently been up for a while now; taking both of you by surprise.

“I guess we will have to continue this very serious business talk on your next fansign” you said, moving slightly to the side.

“Or we could…”

He shut his mouth before he could finish his sentence, looking around to the eyes and cameras on not only him but his members as well, and realising he couldn't just say anything he wanted since anyone could read his lips. So, instead, he rushed to write something down in your album, later closing it and handing it back to you.

“Third page” he pointed at it, “I trust you with this, don't give it to anyone” his pleading eyes left you dumbfounded. Not minding that, he added: “I'm glad you're back, suing girl. Don't disappear on me again”.

Trying to recover from the bright gummy smile he had just flashed your way and being still too taken aback by what had happened during those last few seconds, you opened the album in the page he had indicated, as you made your way out of the fansign – your body immediately freezing in its place after getting a glimpse of what looked like a phone number.

‘We should meet up… you know, for business reasons – Yoongi’.

Biting down on your lip, you turned around, realising the very man who had been messing with your heart for years was already looking your way – his shoulders moving up and down as he laughed quietly after you had glared at him, threateningly mouthing “I will sue you, Min Yoongi”.

So much for having wanted a settlement.

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[odinsonsobsessed]

Being With You

Bucky has broken your heart and he wants to make amends. Will you take him back?

Pairing: Bucky/Reader || Word Count: 1.4k || Warning: Mild Angst, Fluff

A/N: This was written for @fandom-and-feminism and @fadingcoast 's MCUvsBSB Writing Challenge! My song was Crawling Back To You by our very own lovely Backstreet Boys, with my character being Bucky. I strongly recommend listening to that song while you read, because it's amazing (as are all of their songs) and enhances the reading experience, but of course it can be read on it's own! With that being said, this fic was inspired by the song and I chose to use it as the theme, rather that write it in.

Likes, Comments, Reblogs, any type of feedback is greatly appreciated!!!

A quiet night in meant that you were curled up in your favorite armchair in the living room of your apartment with a comfortable silence lingering in the air, save for the clock ticking on the wall, mere background noise as you read your book.

It was peaceful, your mind quiet of any and all thoughts, completely focused on the romance novel resting in your lap, knees scrunched and your body turned slightly in the large, comfortable chair. That was, until the knock on your door disrupted your solitude. Damn! Just when the story was beginning to get interesting.

A sigh left your lips as you bookmarked your place and set the book down on the table next to you. You stood, slipping your feet into the house slippers on the floor where you left them not thirty minutes before.

Unlocking the door, you pulled it open, fully expecting your annoyingly concerned friend to be standing there, just like he had last Friday night. “Look Steve, I told you--”

But, it wasn't the overly protective supersoldier you called your best friend, it was Bucky. The man who broke your heart just under a month ago.

A tightness filled your chest as you shared his gaze and your first instinct was to run into his arms and take comfort in him, as you did many times before. But this time was different. He wasn't yours anymore. No, you weren't his anymore.

Bucky had abandoned you after the two of you been so happy, so content in your relationship. That's what you'd thought, anyway. You didn't realize just how wrong you were until you uttered those three simple, yet powerful words that ruined it all. His smile no longer reached his eyes and the mood between you had shifted.

“Bucky…” Your mind swirled with questions about why he was standing there at your door. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?”

“No.” The words declining him of his request had flew out of your mouth before you could stop them. Perhaps a but harsh, but given the situation, you had a hard time caring. Anger was creeping in, the bitterness of the whole ordeal resurfacing.

Bucky let out a breath, “Okay, that's fair.” He swallowed, visibly uncomfortable as he shifted his weight onto his other foot. “Can we talk at least?”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, “Oh, you want to talk now? About what, Bucky? Would you like me to tell you how I really feel again so you can leave?”

His forehead creased and the corners of his lips dropped a little. “Doll…”

Your heart clenched at the familiar term of endearment he so fondly used to call you. Tears pricked your eyes and you held them back. “Don't call me that. Don't pretend like nothing happened between us.”

Bucky reached out to touch you, but deciding against it, he dropped his arm to his side with a sigh, looking down at the floor. “I was an idiot, I know that. But if you'll just let me--”

“Let you what? Let you explain why you abruptly walked out of my life after I told you that I loved you? Would you like to explain to me why you ignored me for weeks after countless attempts to contact you?”

“I was an asshole. I-I'm sorry, I--”

“Save it, Bucky. You don't get to just show up here out of the blue after you left me and expect to just say your sorry and all is forgiven.” The tears were flowing now and his eyes were watering, too. But none of that mattered. Not anymore. You were closing this chapter of your life and moving on. Without Bucky.

“Please, just let me--”

“Goodbye Bucky.” You closed the door and locked it, breathing heavily as you turned and leaned against the door. Your chest felt incredibly tight and you thought you would suffocate as you sank down to the floor as the evidence of your sorrow rolled down your cheeks uncontrollably.

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That hadn't been the last you'd heard of Bucky. Over the next week, he tried desperately to win you back. He sent flowers to your work, he sent you multiple texts consisting of I'm Sorry, I was wrong, I miss you.

You wanted to be strong, but if you were being honest with yourself, his attempts were wearing on you. The feelings you were working on burying deep and trying to forgets were resurfacing and it terrified you. You were afraid that if you listened to what he had to say, you'd give in and take him back. If you forgave him, would he just do it again? Could you trust him once more?

You were in the middle of that debate with yourself after you stared at Bucky's last text message, when a loud knock on your door startled you out of your thoughts. More came seconds later and you gasped, zetting your phone down on the table so you could go and answer the door quickly.

“What in the world--Bucky? What's going on?” You opened the door, taking in the supersoldier's appearance. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy; his expression sullen.

“I can't do it anymore.” He shook his head, “I can't be apart from you anymore, darlin’, I can't.” His voice cracked and your eyes watered. “You're all I think about. Every day and all night. God, I was stupid to walk away from you!”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it, “When you told me that you loved me… I got scared. My thoughts overwhelmed me and I had so many conflicted feelings.” He sighed, closing his eyes. “So I took off, somewhere far away from here. I didn't tell anyone where I was going, I just… went.” His voice was full of hurt and shame and he opened his eyes to look at you again. “Dumbest thing I ever did. By the time I cleared my head, I realized I fucked up. I missed you so damn much, I couldn't breathe.” He stepped closer and took your hands in his, causing your heart to hammer in your chest. “That's when I realized that I loved you, too.”

“Bucky…” Your voice wavered, tears spilling down your cheeks.

He pulled you towards him, crushing you against him. “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please take me back. I-I dunno what else to do. Don't wanna be apart from you anymore.” He took a deep breath. “I'll beg you, if you want. I'll get down on my knees and beg.”

You wrapped your arms around him, clutching onto his jacket and crying into the crook of his neck. God, you'd missed him. “Shut up.” You mumbled. “Missed you, too.”

Bucky pulled back to look at you. He cupped your face between his hands and gazed at you with an affectionate smile, wiping the tears on your cheeks. “I love you.” When he pressed his lips to yours, you hadn't realized just how much you missed the feel of him until that moment. You sighed against his lips and held tighter in the embrace, not wanting to let him go.

Bucky guided you backwards, feeling for the door and closing it behind him. You pressed your palms flat against his chest and pushed him gently against the door before wrapping your arms around his neck. As he deepened the kiss, his hands slid around to your lower back, pulling you against him.

Heat coiled low in your belly at the sudden nip at your bottom lip and he pulled back with a grin and nudged your nose with his. “Marry me.” You were about to kiss him again, but you paused.

“What?”

“After being apart from you for just a measly couple of weeks, it drove me crazy. Thought about you every second, dollface. I realized that being with you was the best thing that ever happened to me. Be my wife and I won't let you go ever again. This is my promise to you.”

Your heart swelled and you found yourself nodding. “I'm yours, Bucky.” He kissed you again and you mumbled against his lips, “Always been yours.”

His chest vibrated with joyous laughter and he reached down mid kiss, grabbing the backs of your thighs and hoisting you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, giggling as he carried you off to the bedroom.

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