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UR OFFICIALLY MY FAVORITE BLOG FOR SUB SHIGARAKI AND I TOTALLY AGREE THAT SHIGARAKI DOES HAVE A MOMMY KINK✋😔 ANYWAYS CAN I PLEASE REQUEST SUB SHIGARAKI WITH A MOMMY KINK AND PEGGING PLEASE

🌸 Mommy fic for mothers’s day 😌 🌸

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🌸 BESTIE I JUST POSTED ONE here she is BUT HERES ANOTHER AND SINCE IM BOLD AF AND REALLY FEELING THE MOMMY KINK LET ME HIT YOU WITH...

His lactation kink

Sometimes he's so far gone when he's sucking on your boobs that he gets worried/surprised/mad that there's no milk.

Like you're mommy....why no milk for Shiggy?

Let's be real as much as he may want kids in the future. He's not willing to get you prego in the middle of a war. But he will find the money to get those pills adoptive mothers use when they want to breastfeed their adopted baby. And you'd better take them. If you're not immune to his quirk...avoid him for a few days weeks. He will NOT be happy. I know that sounds mean, but he will dust you because you refused. Sorry, I'm right. He's a total brat.

And I mean, c’mon, if you've seen that manga panel, you know the man loves tits. Despite popular belief, he probably has a thing for tiny boobs so he can watch them get bigger once they fill up with milk because of the pills you will be taking. Like if you refuse, tell Dabi what color flowers you want at your funeral.

But this will be saved for another fic that's already cooking in my brain.

I'm gonna be honest, I was a little skimpy with the whole mommy thing last time, y’know, just testing the waters, but oh lord, get ready.

“Mommy, ” he whined, “Mommy, please. I need it so bad, ”

He was straddling your thigh, grinding and humping it desperately. He looked so sweet and pathetic, whining for mommy while desperately trying to get himself off. He was on the verge of tears now. He didn't want to cum in his pants. It's so embarrassing. Little did he know that's exactly what you wanted. Something about seeing him cry out and hide his face in your neck as he was unable to stop the cum spurting out of his dick and into his pants was so hot. He was so embarrassed. One time Shigaraki even cried.

The sadistic side of you wanted him in tears: red eyes and a runny nose. But you loved it when he crawled into your arms, still sniffling as you rubbed his back. You wanted to humiliate, break him down just to build him back up again. Worship his body and tell him how good he was. Whisper how loved and appreciated he was. He started to tug at your shirt, looking up with those puppy dog eyes you loved so, so much.

“Tell me what you want, honey, ” you said.

“I wanna see your boobs, mommy, ” he cried shamelessly.

You nearly laughed at how juvenile it sounded.

“Alright, honey, go ahead, ” you said.

He nearly ripped your shirt in half but restrained himself. He did, however, accidentally bend one of the hooks on your bra. When you were finally bare-chested, he whined desperately, looking up at you.

“Go ahead, ” you urged.

He dove right in, sucking and groping your tits. You moaned softly as he twisted your nipple. His hips were moving even faster, the spot of precum becoming more noticeable. He froze. You heard a strangled cry muffled by your tits as he came. And he did it. He started crying. Hiccuping and sniffling as he buried his face in shame. You stroked his hair.

“Dont cry, sweetie, ” you said, stroking his hair.

He looked up at you with teary eyes.

“Mommy, ” he whispered, another tear rolling down his cheek.

“Right here sweetie, ” you cooed, “mommy’s here, ”

The corners of his chapped lips turned up in a small smile. Mommy’s here. He nuzzled his face into the side of your neck, and you held him tight. You rocked him back and forth slowly, kissing the top of his head.

“Can you do me a favor Tomu?” you asked.

“Yes mommy, ” he nodded eagerly.

You slid out from under him and wiggled out of your pants, lying down on your back. His eyes lit up as he started at your clothed cunt.

“Dont be shy, ” you whispered, “come taste mommy’s pussy, ”

He nearly pounced to suck on your panties. You moaned, only encouraging him to pull off your panties. He almost suffocated himself, shoving his face into your cunt. He loved how you tasted. He loved mommy’s pussy. It was the best. It made him feel so good, and it made you feel good. That was the most important part. He wanted your cum. It didn't matter where, on his face, in his mouth, on his cock. He just wanted mommy’s cum.

He was moaning more than you were as he lapped at your cunt, sending sweet vibrations through you. Your legs wrapped around his head, and he held your thighs in place around his head. You smirked, squeezing his head tighter until he started to whine and struggle from the lack of air. He pulled away, gasping only to dive right back in, moaning again.

He was always a messy eater, caring more about tasting you than making you cum. However, today, he was doing an excellent job. He was pushing his tongue into you as far as it would go, desperately probing while his nose bumped your clit. To your surprise, you were cumming in no time, tugging his hair. You were crying his name as your legs quivered. He savored every drop, overstimulating you beyond coherent thinking.

“You did so good baby. You did so good for mommy, ” you panted, “let me make you feel good too Shiggy. What do you need, baby?”

“C-can you get the...the special toy we got, mommy?” he whispered.

“Of course, baby, ” you said.

The toy in question was a vibrating dildo attached to your strap-on. He was so excited when he picked it out.

“Look, mommy, it vibrates, ” he said, tugging on your sleeve.

You had bought it without a second thought—anything for him. The toy sat in the closet with a bottle of lube and a remote for the vibrating portion. You moved between his legs and applied lube to your fingers before slipping them in. He was used to the size of your fingers by now but prepping him was still very important. You scissored your fingers to stretch him further. Much to his delight, you began to hit his favorite spot as his sweet moans echoed through the room.

When you pulled your fingers out he whined softly.

“Mommy, please put your fingers back, ” he begged.

“Dont worry, baby. You're gonna feel so so good but you need to be patient, ” you said.

You lined up the toy and sunk in slowly. Tomura let out a long, loud moan that lasted until you were all the way inside of him. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his mouth was open. You waited until his breathing returned to its regular pace before starting to thrust slowly. His eyes rolled back, and a happy sigh left his lips as he met your slow thrusts. As you sped up, he began to pant and whimper, wiggling around to try and find his prostate. When you did find it he nearly screeched.

“M-mommy, ” he moaned, “r-right there...thank you mommy feels so, ugh, so good, ”

You grabbed the remote and pressed the button for the lowest setting. The soft buzzing sound was barely audible over the slapping of skin and squelching as you sunk into him, and of course, Tomura’s whimpers and moans. You could feel it buzzing against your clit as it the strap on rubbed against you. You turned up the intensity and started to chase the vibrating sensation. Meanwhile, Tomura was completely losing it. He was shaking and moaning as you pounded into him relentlessly. He nearly screamed when the vibrator turned up to it's highest setting.

You stopped for a moment deep inside of him and ground against the toy, moving it around in him. It felt so so good, just as good as your favorite vibrator. You were already getting close not only from the vibrations but from Tomura’s slutty moans and whimpers. Crying out for mommy to keep fucking him. So you obliged, setting a pace that had him crying from pleasure. You were getting close. All the pleasure started to focus on your clit until it burst; the little nerve sent waves of mind-blowing pleasure through your whole body.

“Tomura, ” you cried, “fuck I'm cumming, ”

He was right on the edge. The spot you stopped had the vibrating head right up against his prostate. He wiggled a little, rubbing himself on the toy until you decided to keep thrusting into him. His whole body shook as he coated himself in cum.

“Mommy, ” he cried over and over.

You held him tight through his climax and pulled out slowly. With the toy discarded and the mess cleaned up, you moved a mat of sweaty hair out of the sleeping boy’s face. You kissed his forehead and watched as his mouth found its way to your tits. Even in his sleep, he was still a little pervert.

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lizzy-williams · 4 years

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🐺Warnings: Alpha/Omega dynamic, SMUTTTT, neediness, language, mature themes, dubcon?

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🐺Summary: Every Omega knows that going into heat is rough, especially when unclaimed. All eyes are on you. So when it hits you in the middle of a coffee shop with your friends, a particular alpha is very willing to help.

🐺Theme (All I Need by Radiohead)

🐺A/N: Lol we gonna get dirtttyyyy. By the way, you’re small in his, like body proportion wise, like 5′4 small so there’s that. I know people want the ‘independent strong hardheaded alpha female’, but in this one ur compliant, sorry if ya don’t like it. There will most likely be a part 2 :)

“Y’know, I dunno how you drink that stuff,” Anna-Lynn said from across the table, making [ y / n ] roll her eyes and look up.

“You’re just jealous cause your tastebuds are weak,” she retorted, taking a teasingly long sip of her dark black coffee.

It was nice having a day out like this. Especially when everyone seemed so busy with preparing for the spookiest holiday of the year. Paper bats and small pumpkins littered the store-fronts of London, the summer weather fading with the light chilly breezes autumn seemingly brought.

The calm warm light streamed through the window of the coffee shop the three young women were in, the dusk just hitting them. The tree leaves complimented the light as it covered the area in a soft blanket of pink and orange hues.

“So, um,” [ y / n ]’s other friend, Elizabeth, began to speak, clearing her throat and shooting a daring look at Anna-Lynn, “Have you thought about Ethan at all?”

Ah, yes, Ethan. He was Elizabeth’s younger cousin, just then turning 19, a simple beta with no claimed mate.

[ y / n ] shook her head, and to this, the two girls let out a defeated huff, “You need to chose someone,” Anna-Lynn’s voice was clipped as she huffed, but it had a hint of concern. Worry even.

And of course there was a stipulation to one of [ y / n ]’s favorite seasons. Because for her kind, not only was it autumn, but it was also mating season. A dangerous time for any omega unclaimed. If you were unclaimed when the time came around, you were easy pray, and other alphas and betas could smell you much much easier.

You would become a target. Even more so if you were in heat.

“I’m not worried about it.” [ y / n ] sighed, nonchalantly, taking a large gulp of her drink before setting it back down. But deep down she truly was.

“We just don’t want you to become like one of those other omegas... you know, getting claimed by someone on the street during their heat... someone they don’t love at all and being forced to have pups, it’s just barbaric.” Elizabeth glanced down at her dwindling hands.

“I understand that. But I’ve had no issues with this before. I’ll just... lock myself up in my room with a vibrator and some porn. That’s worked before,”

“Bullshit, you were a grump for like a month because you had built up aggression. Ethan’s a good guy. You should really consider it.”

Yes, Ethan was nice. But when it came to [ y / n ]... she just felt as if they weren’t meant for each other. And there was no way that she would consider having pups with him and-

Speak of the mother fucking devil-

It was as if she was hit with a million bricks at once, her body becoming hot, a powerful wave of uncomfortable warmth crashing through her body like a tidal wave, her mouth clamping shut tightly. Her breath hitched, her thighs tightening around nothing, her legs shaking as she felt herself feel as if she were going to throw up. The moisture between her thighs was uncomfortable as she felt her panties stick to her mound.

How could she be so careless? Now she was in heat in public and she knew that nearby alphas and betas had already caught onto the scent, most likely heading their way. She knew it was roughly the time she would go into heat. And it was hell on earth right now, knowing that now that the sun was just now taking it’s last breaths over the tall buildings, the night heightening her kind’s senses acutely.

Her friends caught on almost immediately, knowing the mannerisms of the heavy breathing and the quivering lips. Her eyes were wide as she bit down on her bottom lip harshly, trying her best to keep her whimpers and whines in the back of her throat.

Thoughts raced through the young woman’s mind. Thoughts of her being taken in the most delicious ways possible by any man that just so happened to look her way. And her friends could tell that there were already at least a few alphas coming in hot, the sudden howling through the now darkened air making the 2 other girls’ senses hyperactive.

What was ironic was that there was a conversation going on between two baristas behind the counter, “The dogs are at it again, they’ve been a lot noisier than usual.”

“We need to get her home, right now.” Anna-Lynn commanded, Elizabeth giving a chaste nod before flipping through her phone as a poor, squirming, [ y / n ] sat right across from them, panting in her intense discomfort.

She shut her eyes tightly, desperately trying to ignore the ache in her core. She wanted, no, needed to be filled up. To be claimed. But the thoughts only drove her down deeper, desperation seemingly seeping out of every pore.

As soon as she was called an Uber, it was an agonizing amount of time before it finally came to a stop, the driver flashing concerned looks at the poor squirming girl in her back seat. Throughout the whole ride, it took everything for [ y / n ] not to touch herself, and all she could do was shift her thighs together, and thankfully, (soon enough), the car came to a stop.

[ y / n ] let out a strangled ‘thank you’ to the driver before getting out, and after the woman drove off, she found herself stumbling into an alleyway. Her whole body was on fire and she needed release, any release.

Her back violently hit the brick wall of a darkened alleyway, her loud and labored breaths echoing through the seemingly empty face. She needed tension. At least a little bit.

As if her legs weren’t her own, [ y / n ] spread her legs only a small amount, just enough to slip her hand under her pants and softly drifting her fingertips over her clothed clit.

A smooth and controlled rubs soon turned into harsh and fast circles, her needful thoughts forcing her mind to tune out the howling that was getting closer and closer to her. It wasn’t until a low and terrifying growl resonated through the hollow space, making her stop in her tracks, yanking her hand out of its position, doing her best to stand up and steady herself.

But it was far too late, because by the time she finally started bolting towards the opening in the cold alleyway, her body was caught and thrown against the frigid brick, a pitiful yelp leaving her lips, unleashed tears forming in her eyes.

“You smell fucking delicious,” a dark voice spoke, no doubt an alpha, and [ y / n ] wouldn’t dare look up and meet his eyes.

“P-Please, I c-can’t-”

[ y / n ] didn’t even know why she was saying please, for there were so many reasons she could be saying it.

Please don’t.

Please help the pain.

Please touch me.

Please don’t touch me.

Please.

But the young woman’s thoughts were cut short by a violent tug to her hair, forcing her gaze on the person in from of her. He had bright red hair, freckles apparent, even in the dull light of the closed off space. He wore a jet black hoodie, and that was all that [ y / n ] bothered to take in.

“You’re a pretty one...” his words rattled through her mind, muffled by the sharp ringing in her heat from the sudden contact to the wall only moments earlier, “Glad I claimed you before anyone else could,” he paused to chuckle to himself, “Would hate to touch damaged goods.”

[ y / n ] whimpered and almost recoiled away, but she knew better. This alpha seemed ill-tempered, and she didn’t want to find out what would happen if she dared to disobey.

He gave a rough tug to her hair, standing her up, and immediately started to kiss her neck in hopes of warming her up a little bit more, not that she needed it, but nonetheless, his lips continued their assault on the young woman’s neck, whimpers and whines escaping her lips.

“Just one little thing, pretty girl, you’re unclaimed, I can smell it on you.” he spoke before leaving a long, sinful lick up her throat, “I’m going to bite this pretty little neck and make sure that nobody else is going to touch what’s mine.”

The girl’s body shivered violently. He was talking about a claim mark. If that happened, she could never escape him, it was a tracking device. Where ever she decided to go, he would know exactly where she was.

“Please, don’t, I-”

But a violent growl made her blood run cold and her words pause half-way up her throat. But it wasn’t from her captor. His head was already snapped towards the source of the sound, which was at the opening of the alleyway, the minimal light caused by the streetlight exposing a clothed figure with its hands in its pockets. They weren’t tall but they weren’t short, but their stature was confident.

Great. Another alpha.

“Drop her.” the voice spoke, straight to the point and commanding.

“Fuck off, she’s mine, I got to her first.” the ginger male snapped, his eyes now a vibrant scorching gold, shining in the darkness.

“Drop the fucking girl or I’ll rip you’re fucking head off.” this time it was a vicious growl, strong and unwavering that sent goosebumps down [ y / n ]’s spine.

“That a challenge, pint-size?” the ginger taunted, referring to the other alpha who only stood at a good 5′8, while he stood at a large 6′1, slamming the girl onto the ground making her yelp out in pain.

Finally, the young alpha stepped into some form of light, making his face visible, and the ginger’s expression of defense faded into a face of fear and regret, the eyes that once glowed yellow dying down to it’s original color.

“T-Tom, Jesus, man, excuse me, I didn’t-”

The alpha, apparently named Tom, harshly grabbed the ginger’s shirt, pulling him in and looking up at him with deadly eyes, “Leave.”

And just like that, he was gone, and hopefully never going to be seen again.

Tom’s expression turned soft when he saw the poor writhing omega in a mound on the hard concrete of the ground, small whimpers of discomfort making his chest clench.

“You live here?” he questioned, motioning to the building she was now leaned against.

All she could to was let out a whine of confirmation, nodding her head slowly as she clamped her thighs together as tightly as possible.

“Come on then, can’t have you out in the open, there’s already talk, let’s get you inside,” he said, kindness and understanding in his tone, holding out a hand to [ y / n ], who in turn took it almost immediately.

It took her a second to walk, her knees weak, not to mention it was hard not to notice Tom’s muscles, and his face. God, he was truly attractive.

She let her mind wonder as they began to walk, his arm firmly around her waist, trying to keep her steady. She wondered what it would look like when he came, filling her up to the brim, making her full, a thin blanket of sweat covering his body, his eyes glowing, hungry, and she let out a whimper at it.

“You’re staring.” Tom smirked as they stepped into the elevator of the complex.

“S-Sorry,” she muttered, trying to shake the embarrassingly dirty thoughts from her mind as she continued to try and focus on just getting to her apartment.

The sooner she got there, the sooner she had her vibrator, the sooner she had release. She was convinced, at least, that that would solve her problems, at least temporarily.

She led him to her apartment, still holding onto him for dear life as her core throbbed with need and want. When the door unlocked with a small click, she turned the doorknob, almost collapsing through the doorway.

“Do you need any help?”

This could have meant many things. But of course, [ y / n ] was oblivious in her response.

“N-No, I think I can manage to put myself to bed.”

Tom gave a small chuckle as he sat her down on the couch, sitting next to her as she slouched back, “No, I mean I can help with your problem... that is, if you want me to,”

[ y / n ]’s mind was clouded in a haze of neediness, so with no hesitation, she whimpered a small yes, before immediately unbuttoning her jeans and slipping them down a little bit to eagerly.

She knew this was happening to quick, almost irrationally quick, but the need in her pounding cunt was much more important to her at the moment than her petty morals and reason.

“Are you sure?” he looked at her with sincerity, watching as she shifted out of her pants and took his hand, placing it on her covered mound.

“Please, just touch me, Tom,”

Hearing his name on her lips was almost enough to make him lose his control and say ‘fuck it’, but he figured that if her were to do this, he might as well try to do this right.

“Don’t have to tell me twice, darling,” he muttered, easily finding her sensitive bud, even through the material of her panties.

She let out a soft and breathy moan, taking her hand of his own and moving it to his bicep, squeezing, as if it were anchoring her down to Earth, because she had never been touched like this, especially by someone else.

As if Tom had read her mind, he looked up at her, drinking in her reactions before speaking, “Are you a virgin?”

She nodded her head, his pace never faltering.

“I’ve been waiting- ugnh - for the right person... I trust you,” she managed to get out between moans.

“You barely know me,”

“But I want to. There’s - ah, fuck - something about you. I l-like you,” she admitted, the filter between her mouth and her brain nonexistent as she felt nothing but pleasure and a release from the uncomfortable pressure she was feeling only moments before.

“Fuck,” to Tom, it was nice to hear that somebody needed him, trusted him, especially with something like this, so sacred and meaningful. She was giving him the gift that could only be given once, and he was happy to receive.

After a few moments of him rubbing her in all the right ways, he hesitantly pulled his hand away from her, hating the noise of protest that she released.

“Come on, princess, let’s take this to you're bedroom, yeah?”

[ y / n ] was compliant to his suggestion, standing up best she could without Tom’s help, but soon leaning on him as she directed him to her bedroom door.

The door was busted open, and she was thrown onto the bed, and as soon as she hit the mattress, she stripped off everything else, leaving her completely nude, and her actions inspired Tom to do the same.

He quickly got on top of her, grinding the length of his cock against her soaking wet folds, making him growl.

“Fuck, darling, I’m not even inside you yet and you feel heavenly-” he hissed, the little omega nodding in response.

“Alpha, please, I need you inside me, I want you to fill me,” she desperately pleaded.

Tom let out a feral snarl at the use of the word ‘alpha’, surprised it had so much of an effect on him being used like this. It was so fucking hot. She had him wrapped so tightly around her pinky and didn’t even know it.

“Anything for you, darling,” he muttered, lining himself up and ever so slowly easing himself inside his new mate, a pained whimper escaping her, his cock seemingly splitting her in half.

Tom finally remembered that she was a virgin. And that made him even harder inside her. He waited for him, for her mate, while he was out fucking every omega that crossed him. But with her, she wasn’t just an omega. And he wanted to prove it to her.

He took his time, almost cockwarming, staying still inside of her as her body naturally adjusted to his size, feeling so close to each other, it was enough for the two of them to almost fall in love right then and there. Tom finally took in how perfect she was to him. Someone he knew he wanted to keep around in the long run. Someone he knew he wanted to protect, even when she didn’t need protection.

[ y / n ] scratched up his back, signaling that she was ready, and confident that he could move with little to no discomfort from her.

The alpha started to move his hips, her tight cunt making his eyes roll back in his skull as he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, leaving soft and reassuring kisses to her neck as she made the most delectable noises, making him addicted, almost like his own brand of opioid.

“So fucking tight, princess, you feel like fucking paradise,” he praised as he drank up the omega’s reactions as she experienced her first time with him.

She’s like this for me and only me.

Her face was scrunched adorably in pleasure, her eyes shut tight as she felt the moment, his skin under her finger tips, the burning that was set in her core easing as she finally had pleasurable relief. Like getting a refreshing drink on a particularly hot day.

Tom couldn’t help himself, and as if his body wasn’t his own, primal instinct took over as he began to make his strides harder and quicker, making the most pathetically cute noises release from her mouth.

“You like that, darling?” he panted licking and sucking her neck, making one of her tiny hands weaving itself though his chestnut curls, “Why did I bother asking, of course you do. You love it when your alpha fucks you.”

All she could do was nod her head as she felt a coil inside her tighten. Tom felt his cock inflate as he continued to drive into her, pounding her into the mattress as he growled praises into her neck, her moans and whimpers never stopping.

Soon the praise turned into a single word, falling out of his mouth like a prayer, even though what they were doing was the farthest thing from holy.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

The omega could take it anymore, whimpering out, “P-Please, I... want you to b-bite me. Please, I need you to claim me,” she begged, which made his assault on her cunt falter slightly, slowing down to a calm and intimate pace.

He knew what that meant. When an alpha bites an omega, she’s claimed. It means that nobody can touch her. Almost like an unbroken bond between two of their kind, and it meant a lot.

And though they had just met only a half an hour prior, he knew that she was special, and he knew that this was who he was meant to be with, and his heart swelled at the thought of getting to know her inside and out. A true connection.

“You want me to claim you, huh?” he paused his movements, [ y / n ] nodding frantically, wanting more than anything, “I’m not going to go easy on you. I want you to feel nothing but you inside me while I claim you, nothing but rapture as I claim you as mine.”

[ y / n ] nodded once again, to while Tom protested, “Words, darling,”

“Yes, alpha, I understand, I- OH FUCK-,” she yelled out. And she thought he was going hard before, but that was nothing compared to the pleasure she was now presented with, his cock properly railing into her as he left a long and sinful lick up her neck before taking a bite, his eyes glowing a bright fluorescent gold as she let out one of the most pornographic moans she had ever heard.

The copper taste in his mouth tasted like candy, and home, the sweet substance covering his lips as he finally pulled back, knowing that she was close.

And close she was. She was so close to release she could almost taste it, and god did it taste good. Without warning, the coil inside her snapped, making her vision cloud, her thoughts unable to collect themselves as her vision clouded, and she swore she blacked out for a second.

She was so overcome with pleasure, she didn’t notice that he had cum himself, the sensation of him pulling out and his cum spill out of her enough to get her riled up enough. But if what just happened didn’t vanquish the heat she was experiencing before, God only knew what would.

Tom stepped back, taking in the sight of his new mate, completely fucked out and covered with marks, his cum dripping out of her like a faucet. He wished for this image to be branded into his mind so he could see it every time he closed his eyes.

“Absolutely stunning.” he praised, his hands now running up and down her thighs.

[ y / n ] was finally Tom’s, inside and out, and Tom couldn’t be more proud.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, love, yeah?”

The morning was soft and filled with nothing but admiration to each other, the two staying in bed most of the morning until they finally went to the omega’s kitchen to make breakfast/lunch.

[ y / n ] was cooking the bacon and eggs when she suddenly felt arms wrap around her from behind, a chin resting on her shoulder.

“How’re you holding up?” he questioned, and it make [ y / n ] blush at how considerate she was about her state, his fingertips dragging lightly over the violent-looking bite mark on her neck.

“I’m absolutely perfect,” she smiled, “Feels nice to belong to someone.”

“You know what? I was thinking the exact same thing.”

And for once, the two of them were truly excited for the future.

#werewolf au #alpha #omega #alpha!tom #tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #marvel x reader

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cuppasunu · 4 years

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something new ⋮ changmin

synopsis: where you and changmin can’t last a day without arguing.. until you do.

pairing: changmin x fem reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff | oneshot

w/c: 1.2k words

a/n: this is my first tbz fic yay~ dancing machine ji changmin and his temper hm .. who’s a sucker for enemies to lovers ?

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The clock hasn’t even hit noon but you are currently having your third argument of the day with your dance partner, Changmin.

“Are you guys arguing again?”

“okay well she started it!”

“-he started it!”

A chorus of groans emerges from the crew after having to deal with the same old routine between you two.

“Started what, exactly?”

Embarrassed, you don’t even remember the root of your argument because it was probably something insignificant.

“See! You don’t even remember why you’re fighting in the first place. Why do you guys hate each other so much?”

“I don’t hate Changmin. I think he’s a great dancer, and he’s a very valuable member of this company.. I just find him disagreeable. sometimes.”

“Oh come on, disagreeable, hate. same thing!”

You roll your eyes to the rest of the crew as they keep on discussing the ridiculous reasons why you and Changmin fight: how to learn dance routines, which routines to learn, when to learn them, etc.. the smallest disagreements drag on and on.

The people around you get too tense once you start arguing with each other.

“It’s not like I don’t try to be nice. I have made an effort once, obviously it didn’t work..”

“No, you’re just childish.”

Your jaw drops after hearing such a comment that triggers a wave of laughter in agreement with the group.

“I have also made an effort to be nicer but it hasn’t worked very well,” Changmin adds.

Sangyeon steps in and starts his lecture on how you should be nicer to each other,

“y/n. Changmin. You know better. The two of you aren’t kids that need to be taught how to be considerate of other people’s feelings. Right now, we have intentionally made you partners for the next showcase to learn how to work your differences out because that’s what professional dancers have to do,” you both groan in response, “I believe you have received adequate training and experience on how to deal with petty disagreements such as this,”

Changmin apologizes to everyone and walks away to take a break. Before he heads out, Sangyeon calls him back in, “So, I have an idea.”

He quickly leaves and comes back with two small boxes in hand, it looked like a mail drop off box with an envelope slot on top and a keyhole, whose keys were also given to both you and Changmin.

“To promote a more positive light to shine in your friendship, you are going to write a compliment for each other at least once a day,”

Changmin and you look at each other in confusion and disbelief. A compliment? It’s already obvious that you deliberately fail at treating each other with decency, so a compliment each day seems like such a bizarre and unusual thing to start.

“It doesn’t have to be all flowery and rainbows and stuff. But just one rule. It has to be positive and you must write one everyday.”

Hesitantly taking the boxes in hand, you think through how you can pull this off, “Okay?”

“Read them when you want to, or feel like you need to. Sooner or later, you’ll discover how much you two have in common instead of arguing every single day. It’s tiresome,”

Everyone leaves the room, leaving you and Changmin alone awkwardly trying to avoid each other and take your break.

It was no surprise that you would talk about something so surface level.

[Y/N:] i like ur hairstyle

[CHANGMIN:] i like your shoes

This is going to be a long month.

Disagreements still happen from time to time but now you also share more about your life, your days, frustration and joys, finding more things to talk and write about. Instead of just complimenting the outfits you two wear or the dance move you particularly do the best, you both start talking about each other’s patience, sense of humor, thoughtfulness, even shared interests that you learn about one another. Slowly but surely, everyone notices how different you two act nowadays, that some days even pass by without a single fight.

Ever since being partnered up for the next showcase, you and Changmin have spent so much more time together. And now since the compliment thing is in the picture, you unknowingly pay extra attention to really look for something genuine to write for each other.

You start noticing how he hands you water before you even ask and reminds you to hydrate during the most tiring parts of the day. He starts noticing the way you cook and bring extra food for the both of you to share.

One day you wonder if you’re the only one writing deeper compliments, so you decided to read some of the notes he has dropped for your box.

“thank you for teaching me how to be patient with learning routines, i don’t know how you do it”

“i see you laugh more nowadays and i noticed that hearing it makes me smile too”

“your eyes might actually be my favorite color”

There were a few notes you haven’t read but you can’t get yourself to open more. Your heart starts pounding so intensely, and that scares you.

In the next rehearsal, you can’t even look at him in the eye. You would have never imagined to see his mere words of compliments affect you this much. For some weird reason, Changmin suggested you practice on the rooftop tonight.

“Why are we suddenly coming up here?”

He just grins and takes your hand into his, leading the way up the stairs.

“I’m bored with practicing inside that room all day. at least here we have some fresh air,”while you are totally freaking out about the fact that you re alone with him in a slightly romantic setting

The rehearsal is going really well. After finishing the first two routines, you wait for the next track to play.

But after the song started playing, it glitched a couple of seconds in and played another pair’s performance song, a slow love song made for contemporary dance choreography.

You face Changmin to ask him what’s going on only to be startled to see him already looking at you. Breaking the eye contact, you start walking towards the computer.

“Hold on, let me check what’s wron-”

“-wait,” he interrupts as he gently grasps your arm and stops you from walking away. He smiles bashfully and looks down to the ground, chuckling to himself, while you’re standing there confused. Changmin tugs on the sleeves of your sweater to pull you in closer, as he leans in to teasingly, before he quickly makes his way up to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“Hear me out, y/n. I don’t know when it started, how it started, or why.. but all I know is that I want to see you every day. It’s hard to believe now, I know. I didn’t believe it at first either, but I want to do something about it, about us,”

Before he starts nervously rambling, you tell him how you truly feel, “I feel the same way too,”

Changmin swiftly cups your face and kisses you the moment he hears your confession. The kiss was short and sweet, but it meant like a million words that explained it all.

The love song is still playing in the background—a sweet addition to this special moment. Butterflies in your stomach was an understatement to what you’re currently feeling. There must be a whole zoo in there. Staying in each other’s arms and slowly swaying back and forth, rehearsal was long forgotten.

You don’t really know what’s in it for you two after this, but it all feels like everything is where it needs to be.

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thekillingjoke-haha · 4 years

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Simple Mistake

Marvel & Supernatural Bingo; Spnquotebingo

Doppelganger Square & Quote Square #9

Sam Wilson x Fem!reader

Side Characters:Steve,Bucky,Natasha,Wanda,OFC!Isabella,OMC!Damian

Warnings:Angst to Fluff; Cheating;Breakup; Misunderstanding;Proposal

F/f is favorite flower (pick anything but red roses sorry if they are ur favorite flower)

S/f/c is Second favorite color

Others should be obvious.

Sam was about to go out with his girlfriend of five years. She was great had a heart of gold and was a total badass. He had a bouquet of [F/f] because red roses were to basic and his girl was anything but. Y/n was unique in all the right ways and today was going to be the day he proposed to her.

The restaurant he made the reservations at was not very crowded and that eased his worry of being rejected. He walked through the doors his head held high when he saw her in a beautiful [S/f/c] dress sitting at a table for two. Sam began to walk over,but was stopped in his tracks a man around his age came from the back of the restaurant and leaned down and kissed her. A soft giggle filled the air making his lungs stiffen.

She was cheating on him. He didn't even bother turning on his heels out of the restaurant he threw the flowers to the pavement and stomped to his car. Sam was fuming with anger. By the time he got home he had about five missed calls and twenty messages. Some of them were from Steve and Bucky,but the rest were from Y/n asking him where he is and if they were still on for tonight.

Filled with hatred he dialed her number having it ring only twice before it was picked up. "Sam? Dear lord you had me worried! Where are you? I'm at Blú,but they said the reservation was canceled." She said sounding as if she actually cared that he wasn't there. Sam let the anger fuel him. "We're through." He said in a harsh tone. "W-what?!" She asked confused. Now she was just playing dumb. "So you're deaf? We. Are. Fucking. Over!" Sam hung up the phone and continued his drive home. If he only knew the full truth

~ In the restaurant a bit before he came~~

Isabella sat at the table her husband reserved for their two year anniversary. It happened to be the place they first met. Damian was in the bathroom when she got here so she waited at their table in her favorite dress looking at a menu.

He came back from the bathroom giving her the smile she fell in love with. He leaned down and she met him half way connecting their lips in a gentle kiss. Damian took his seat and placed both of their orders and waited for their food. Within a couple minutes the bell above the door rang and he looked behind her wide eyed at the person who just walked in.

A girl in a [F/c] dress looked around the restaurant for someone. "Hun, look." He whispered. Confused his wife turned around and saw a woman that looks exactly like her. The other woman felt their eyes and glanced over the same shocked expression on her face. Bella stood up as she walked closer to the table. "The resemblance in uncanny." The both said at the same time giggling and introduced themselves.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your date,but I was actually looking for my boyfriend. I was running a bit late." Y/n said straightening out her dress. "It alright it just...wow. I never thought I'd ever see my doppelganger in my second favorite color." Bella said and this made the other girl nod. "Same."

Y/n took one more look around. "Imma call him,but it was nice meeting you. If you don’t mind can I get your number I want to get to know my twin more." They exchanged their numbers,before parting ways.

~Present~~

The air felt stale as the dial tone rang out. A single tear fell along with her phone down to the floor she just got home after waiting fifteen minuets outside the restaurant. What the hell was happening? Everything was perfect between them,but the one day she was a little behind on a date he breaks things off with her. Five years down the drain and for what time moving to fast. What did she do to deserve being broken up with over the phone?

She picked up her phone and tried to call him back to explain. More tears flowed as the robotic voice over the phone informed her this number was disconnected. He blocked her. The reality sunk in completely. Y/n texted Natasha and Wanda with shaky hands to come over.Once the reached her apartment they say black lines of massacre on her face and her puffy red eyes.

At Sam's house Bucky and Steve watched their friend pace back and forth in his living room. They didn't understand how things could go sour so quickly. "You're saying your girlfriend" Steve was cut off. "Ex-girlfriend." Sam snapped. "...of five years went to the restaurant that you both planned to have a date at openly cheated on you with another guy. Knowing you'll be there." He finished.

"I honestly don't know man. I don't know why she would do it and she asked me why we were breaking up!" He said waving his hands in frustration. "So you confronted her on the date?" Buck asked and he reserved a no in response. "Well maybe it wasn't what it looked like. You blocked her after calling her. Did she even get a chance to defend herself or apologize?" He went on and Sam paused in his movements. "I'm just saying...give her a chance to explain. She was and still will be the girl you are going to marry."

Sam sat down on the couch between them. He agreed and unblocked her number texting her to go to the coffee place on fifth tomorrow to talk things out. So if things go south neither of them are stuck in a place their uncomfortable.

Y/n read over the text on her phone and quickly sent a reply. She wanted no needed answers about what happened today. Together the set up a time to met and not be a minute late,but being early won't help in this case.

~~Next Day~~~

Sam arrived at the coffee shop ten minutes earlier then planned and sat at a table next to the outdoor patio. He waited there anxiously in the wooden chair he was deep in thought on what to say to her when a too familiar giggle rang in his ears. His head snapped up and through the window he saw Y/n sitting outside with the same guy.

He couldn't control his temper this time he got up and went out on the patio. "What the hell is this!?!" Sam said causing both people to look at him. "Excuse me?" She said confused. "Don't play dumb! Why are you here with him again?" He questioned. Sam wanted to know why she did this twice to him. "This is my husband." She said as she stood up holding her hand out towards her husband telling him to stay seated.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" He asked with frustration in his voice,but heart broken. "I-I don’t know what this is,but I'm sure It was a mistake." Bella said looking at the dark skinned man. "This wasn't a mistake, Y/n. This was you stabbing me in the heart." He said and this made a confused look cross her face before it dawned on her what was happening. "I'm not Y/n." She said laughing a bit.

It was Sam's turn to be confused. "What do you mean your not Y/n?" After the name left his lips a hand tapped his shoulder. "Hey, Sam." His girl said as he turned around and his eyes widened almost out of his socket before he turned back towards the couple. "So it was you I saw at the restaurant. Not Y/n." The women nodded as Y/n stepped next to her. "I saw her kissing him and just thought you were cheating on me." He explained as he looked at her.

Y/n nodded her head. "I figured that. I mean I saw Bella when I got to the restaurant and I was just as shocked." She said smiling up at Sam. A smile broke on his face as well no better time then now since he knew who was his girlfriend. Sam went down on one knee in front of her and pulled out a black velvet box opening it showing a [F/c] diamond ring."Will you the actual Y/n marry me?" He asked.

She covered her mouth and nodded violently. "So I guess were no longer broken up." She said as he slid on the the ring and stood up. "It was just a simple mistake."

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A/n: It's my birthday on Friday so I doubled up on the fics and aesthetic because woah another year I've survived. Not to be biased,but June is by far the best month...Happy Pride!!!🏳️‍🌈 @thisismysecrethappyplace @spnquotebingo

#thisismysecrethappyplacetropebingo #spnquotebingo #sam wilson #doppelganger #marvel #sam x reader

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presidentbttrflyfreak · 6 years

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timbits and sweaters // peter parker

here’s the first oneshot. i just posted the prompt list yesterday and there are a lot of requests already! thank you for your support c: this one is based on #33, #40 and #44 of this list (they will be in bold). this one is in peter parker’s point of view. the sister’s name is Jane because (Y/S) sounded wrong and I thought of Jane Doe (haha). hope it doesn’t break ur heart too much! drop some notes if u liked it!

Warnings: swearing and heartbrEAK

Word count: 3.1k

proofread by the wonderful @cleozutter !!

After picking up her favorite Timbits from Tim Hortons, I hurriedly rushed towards the bus stop. It's a sunny day and all is bright yet I still can't shake this feeling off my chest. It's been a few weeks since I noticed the slight changes in her attitude, her smile, her laugh. I don't want to feel like this, I hate it. But there's just this lingering paranoia in my mind, thinking of all the possibilities. As I gripped onto the handle strap hanging beside my head, I recalled the moments she had definitely acted differently. Usually, she'd crash into my house every Friday and we'd play Monopoly Deal while binging on sour candy. But we didn't anymore. She'd have an errand to run, a meeting in the Student Council or a paper to finish. Whenever I'd hold her hand while we walked home, she wouldn't draw circles on my palm with her thumb anymore and she wouldn't even squeeze my hand back. Whenever I'd see her off and wait until she had gotten in her house, she wouldn't invite me in to say hi to her family anymore. She wouldn't even look back.

I snapped my mind back to consciousness and got out of the bus at my stop. I removed the doubtful thoughts in my head and forced myself to focus on what can be solved. Walking towards her house, I feel a rush of unfamiliarity. I then just realized that I haven't been to her house for almost a month. Had she been distancing herself from me on purpose?

Heaving a deep breath, I approached her sister on the porch. I had been very close to all her family members ever since we've been together. I can at least say that her family likes me. I waved to Jane and smiled when I saw her studying physics.

"Hey, sweetheart. How're you doing? Sorry I haven't been able to help you with physics lately. I know how horrible Year 8 physics can be." I said, leaving a paper bag with a doughnut I knew she liked. I leaned and peeked at her homework. "Ow man, this is horrifying."

When I met her gaze, she had this sad look in her eyes. There was a small pout lying on her lips. Jane separated her eyes from mine and looked down and heaved a sigh. "Thanks, Peter. She's inside." She never looked at me while she spoke, Jane just kept pretending she was writing an answer to a problem.

My heart scrunched in confusion, giving justice to my doubts. Why is Jane acting like this? She directly refused to make conversation with me. I reluctantly retreated from my position and nodded. "Take a break and eat the doughnut, Jane. I'll see if I can help you out later." I turned my back at her and reached for the door. Before I could enter the house, I heard a muffled whisper from Jane.

"You deserve better."

I closed the door behind me and shut my eyes tight. It's impossible. What have I done wrong? Did I not prioritize her? Did I not fulfill my duties as her boyfriend? Am I holding on to a string that's already breaking?

I forced myself to go up to her room. Bringing my hand up to knock at her bedroom door, I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. She does not deserve my doubt. As someone who's been with her for a long time, I shouldn't be worrying over something I'm not sure is real. "(Y/N)? I'm here. Can I come in?" I almost whispered, my voice slightly quivering. I dreaded her response while I fiddled with the door's handle.

A response wasn't heard. I entered her room and searched for her unforgettable figure. I'd memorized her from head to toe. Simply seeing her back made me shiver. However, no one was inside. I dropped the box of Timbits on her desk. She was indeed doing her requirements, papers, and notes littered on the desk. Seeing that gave my heart a bit of relief.

I took audible steps towards the bathroom. "Sweetie? I've come to visit. I brought some of your favorite Timbits." I tried my best to sound enthusiastic like nothing has changed. I did quite well ‘cause the quiver in my voice was at least not heard.

A sound of a comb dropping came from the inside. "Oh — Peter, why didn't you tell me you're coming over? I'm still finishing my requirements." There was a slight change in the tone of her voice.

Stop it, Peter. You didn’t come here to make things worse.

I turned my heels and walked towards her desk. “It’s alright. I just wanted to check on how you’re doing. I’ll wait here.” I replied[ . Picking her phone up from the desk, I saw my phone number and someone else’s popping up on the screen. So, her phone had been beside her all the time, how come she hadn’t picked up once? My thumb hovered over the home button. It didn’t unlock. I tried her pass code. It still didn’t unlock.

Fuck.

The creaking sound of a door opening interrupted the silence. I hastily dropped the phone back from where I took it. “Hey, how are you doing?” I asked, slowly taking steps towards her. My heart ached at the sight of her. She still looked the same, wearing leggings and a jumper. She looked so fresh and beautiful with her face glistening and her water dropping from her hair. I couldn’t believe how I could have someone so precious right in my arms. And how things could change after I leave this house.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her in my arms. The feeling of her scrawny arms loose around my waist and the unfamiliarly sharp tip of her chin resting on my shoulder made me realize how much fragile she had become. I felt her arms squeeze around my waist while she buried her head in my chest. “I’m doing alright. How about you?” She said, her voice muffled. This was the first time she held on me so tight since she had been distancing herself from me. Somehow, I couldn’t help but think this is the first and the last too. I inhaled her scent, so familiar yet so unrecognizable . My mind raced with memories of her and the way her cologne filled my nose as I held her closely before.

I released her and attempted to lighten the mood so I chuckled lightly. “I’m doing fine too, but I can’t help but feel a little warm in this polo and blazer. I just came back from a meeting with the principal. Is my sweater from last month still here?”

I slowly walked towards the coat rack resting on the corner of her room. I didn’t see it. I started unbuttoning my polo and looked back at her. She was already looking at me and with a distant gaze. “Or did your mom insist on washing it again?” I asked.

I tried my best to avoid the topic we both knew we had to confront. I can’t do it now, not yet. (Y/N) snapped back to reality and stuttered. “Y-yeah, I washed it already. Check my wardrobe.” She replied, facing her back at me and retreating to her desk.

I let my unbuttoned polo hang on my torso while I rummaged through her wardrobe , searching for my dark blue sweater. I spotted a familiar blue underneath a pile of pants and pulled it out. The shade of blue was slightly different as I remembered it. I unfolded it and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t mine. It was just the same color, but a completely different sweater, a bigger size. I clenched the article of clothing in my fists. Shaking my head furiously, I tried to recognize the sweater as mine. Maybe it was altered by the bleach? Or perhaps was stretched in the washing machine? But somehow I knew I just came up with those excuses to possibly hide the obvious truth. I looked up and stopped the tears from coming.

My back was facing her so she couldn’t see the pain in my eyes. A screech from her chair brought me back. “Did you find it? Try the other cabinets. Pretty sure I washed it.” She muttered while jotting down notes.

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I found it. Give me a sec to change in the toilet.” I shut the doors of the wardrobe and walked towards the bathroom. I heard a quiet ‘I’ from (Y/N).

I closed the door and stared at the plain white ceiling and heaved a heavy sigh. This is impossible. I’m certain that I don’t have a sweater like this one. It’s too soon to jump to conclusions, I know. It’s a male’s size, and she doesn’t have any brothers. It’s too small for her dad. Maybe a cousin’s? But why did she have to tuck a sweater in the very bottom of a pile of pants? I hurled it on the floor and proceeded to washing my face with cold water. I don’t want to doubt her, I don’t want to feel like this, I don’t want to lose what we have. But how can I not when she’s giving me so many reasons to?

I looked at myself in the mirror. The same tousled hair, same eyes that saw beauty in every part of her and the same arms that cradled her in times of distress. Many things have changed for sure, but the feeling of seeing her and feeling home has not changed one bit.

After a few seconds of pitying myself, I noticed the clothing hanging on the bathroom door. Something clicked inside of me. That’s where I left my sweater the last time I came here . Some friends were over for a study session and it was only a few minutes before the bus came. I rushed to the bathroom to change into my uniform making sure to leave my sweater on the rack. I knew how fond she was of the scent of my clothes and enjoyed wearing them.

I ripped through the shirts, pants and clothing that was hung. At the very base of the hook was my sweater. Underneath the piles of clothing laid my sweater. The sweater remained untouched since the day I left it. I ran my hand through my hair, anxiously pulling at the roots, wanting to rip myself apart. I felt a pang of betrayal rise in my chest. Before I would let these initial feelings take over me, I picked the other sweater from the ground, clutching mine on my other hand. I threw the door open and stormed out of the bathroom Realizing that she had washed the other sweater and not mine, I knew that it was just recent, not more than a month since she decided to do it.My phone number had been pushed aside and replaced with his. I was hella furious.

“Are you alright, Peter? It sounded like the Hulk couldn’t unbutton his polo!” She laughed heartily before swirling her chair to face me. The smile on her face dropped when she swirled around to face me.

God, I bet I look like a mess. And I’m about to be one.

I loved this woman and I cared for her so much. The Peter who thought about her every day would not let the confused Peter make his rash decisions. I sat on the foot of her bed and I prayed to God what I will be asking in the next few seconds will be answered truthfully. I tossed the sweaters to her feet and waited for her reaction that would either prove or refute my doubts. I heard her breath get caught when she sees the two . I clasped my hands together and massaged them at an attempt to calm my anger.

“Peter, I–”

She stopped when my gaze met hers. I looked at her eyes. Only then did I realize that her eyes had the same color yet I didn’t see the glint it had like before when she would spent time with me. (Y/N) dropped her head into her hands. Then I heard the words I was dreading this whole time. Soon after, I knew I would hear distant sound of my heart breaking.

“I fucked up, Peter.”

I finally broke. I squeezed my head in my hands. I grabbed the other sweater and threw it in front of her. She flinched at the sudden act but I couldn’t care less. “I can’t accept this. O, dear God, please no.” Three years suddenly meant nothing in a matter of seconds.

I massaged my temples, taking deep breaths. And then she spoke. “I know you can’t forgive me. I gave you signals, Peter. I made the process less painful by–”

“Bloody hell! I thought you were having problems, thought you just needed space,” Peter decided he would let it all out or nothing. He continues, “I gave you that! I had to fucking think you were hurting and there I was just watching you distance yourself from me,” he pointed a shaky finger to his chest, “thinking it was what you needed at the time. Where did I go wrong? Tell me what I did that made you do this.” Everything was pouring out of me, anger, confusion and pain.

Taking cautious steps, she tried to wrap her arms around me. “I was hurting, Peter! I hated myself for feeling this way, for wanting more! You’re an amazing guy, Peter. You love me, I know that — ”

I broke free from her clasp and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Just save all your excuses for someone that actually cares and answer my one last question,” I brought my blazing eyes to hers and seethed, “did you ever consider the fact that while you were with him, I was at home worrying that I had not loved you enough?” She was silenced by what I had just said.

I could hear the quiver in her voice. But honesty filled her voice. “You were enough, Peter. I just realized that there was someone that could give… more.”

I knew I couldn’t say it while looking at her eyes. I wrapped her in my arms, breathing in her sweet aroma for the last time. She clutched onto my polo and hit her fists on my chest.

For the last time, I said the words she once loved hearing.

“I love you.”

But we both knew I intended the words for the woman I loved in the first place. Not the person she has become.

I released her shaking figure and she brought her hand towards my face and wiped my tears. She nodded softly and I knew that she didn’t have to say the words back to let me know that she loved me too.

I took heavy steps out of her room, out of her house, out of the bond we once had and out of her life.

yo i wrote this for a solid 4 hours, give me some love by liking and reblogging ;cc u also can hmu if u want to rant someone to rant about tom to or express ur opinions on the oneshot!

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #tom holland #tom holland x reader #toby maguire #toby maguire x reader #andrew garfield #andrew garfield x reader #spiderman #peter parker imagine #tom holland imagine #toby maguire imagine #andrew garfield imagine #marvel #the amazing spiderman

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onkey-bedtime-stories · 6 years

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Tremble (1/3)

WINTER

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Taemin : Are u going to show up tomorrow?

Jinki : Still think about it

Jinki : The restaurant closed around 10

Taemin : Come on! U hv two sous chefs!

Taemin : Let them work :P

Jinki : Dude, it’s not a restaurant without the head chef around

Taemin : But what’s the point of hiring them if you cannot gain some free time?

Taemin : Come on, Jinki.. U know tomorrow night is important to me

Jinki : I know, that’s why I said I’m still thinking about it

Taemin : You won’t regret it

Taemin : I have lots of good looking friends on my guest list

Taemin : #wink

Jinki : I can get laid by myself

Jinki : I even have invitations already waiting for me until the weekend

Jinki : And it’s only Wednesday

Taemin : Show off

Jinki : Sometimes drastic measures are needed

Taemin : Okay, just consider it

Taemin : Not because I have people with good asses coming to the party

Taemin : It’s because you’re my friend and this is important

Jinki : I know

Jinki : Text me the address anyway

Jinki : Just in case I can sneak out one hour earlier

Taemin : Cool! I’ll send the e-invitation to ur email

Taemin : The party starts by 9

Taemin : C U tomorrow! :)

“Aren’t you too old for that?”

Kibum came back to their table with two cups of coffees. He handed one cup to Taemin and sipped what’s inside his before flopped to the grey couch at the corner of the cafe, continued to read the book from where he left it.

“What? Texting?”

“Hmmm,” his eyes aren’t leaving the page opened before him.

“This is what you’ve called networking. You need to keep up with today’s trend to be able staying at the top of society.”

He finally lifted his head to meet Taemin’s eyes, “Drink your coffee. I think you’re not getting over your last night hangover.”

“Ha. Neat,” he put his phone aside, “You’re coming tomorrow, right?”

“You mean your party?”

“What else?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. There would be lots of important people coming over.”

“I should have been insulted with your statement that makes me and my achievement less important but I guess you’re right, I still have the headache from last night I refused to have any quarrel with anyone.”

“Honey, you can stick with your phone and all those youngster hype, but this is what I called networking. Don’t be too sad, I still love you.”

“Whatever. Dress up nicely.”

“You seriously doubt my wardrobe taste?”

“There’s someone I want you to meet. He might looks like a careless person, but when he stepped on any party, he’s not a joke.”

Kibum raised his torn eyebrow when the words finally hit him, “He?”

Taemin chuckles across the table, “Well, after your recent divorce, I don’t think you want to hang around someone who has more than one X chromosome in their DNA. So?”

“So what?”

“Are you interested?”

“I don’t know.”

It’s not like Kibum wanted to solitude himself from all the females as resentment of the separation with his ex-wife. Since he knew what love is back in the first year of high school, he’s open to anyone for he believes gender determined what kind of good heart people has for him. He just needs the time for himself in general, after five years he spent together with her seemed like vanished in vain because both of them cannot handle each other ego during their three years of marriage.

“It’s about time to open your heart again, no?”

“After only six months? Are you being sober now?”

“Easy there, Tiger. I’m just thinking you blamed yourself enough for something that’s already broken more than one year ago. No offense. And don’t give me that look,” Kibum pulls the best effort not to roll his eyes, “I’m not telling you to get married again, Kim Kibum. You just need to start living.”

“Am I dead already for you or what?”

“Yes. You might be here and there trying to put on the pretty mask but you’re just so dead inside. How long we’ve known each other, really? That doesn’t work for me.”

“Lecturing me doesn’t get us anywhere. Moving on it’s not that easy.”

“I know. But moving forward is doable and that’s what you should do right now.”

Kibum leaned closer to recheck whether he’s been talking with the same Lee Taemin he knew since college, “You really are still drunk, aren’t you? Since when you had those fancy words came out your filthy mouth?”

“Internet does crazy stuff on you, you don’t know that?”

Kibum scoffed and grabbed his book back though his mind is not here to continue the story line anymore.

***

Lee Jinki is not a fan of a crowd actually, unless with some alcohol involved and the plan of fooling around entailed. Still, crowd gives him freedom, to mind his own business, to decide what’s to care about and what’s not.

Since a week ago, Taemin had been pestering him to stop by his party for the opening of his new studio. Being a famous photographer, he had the needs to make the night unforgettable. Besides, the younger man had been talking about how cool and perfect his new place is.

In the ocean of stranger like this, he regrets arrived there sober.

“Lee Jinki!!”

A bright lean man screamed from near what supposed to be the main stage. Jinki waved his hand toward him but isn’t planning to greet him yet, instead he walked closer to the buffet table near the entrance and snatched a glass of prosecco. He nods to the choice of the liquor.

“Look at you! Who said he’s not coming but dressed up like one of my model?”

“This?” he assessed himself right away, black silk shirt under the same color leather jacket matched with pair of maroon pants and white Reebok classic on both his feet, “This is nothing.”

“Bullshit. You definitely rushed home, took shower, and picked your wardrobe carefully.”

“Well, aren’t you glad I finally made it?”

“Apart of I’m quite happy about it, I was pretty sure you’re coming. Lee Jinki refusing party invitation? That only happened two years ago.”

“Shut up!” he put the empty glass back and grabbed two more, one he handed to Taemin’s hand, “Congratulation, Mr. Photographer. New studio, new adventures ahead!”

The clink sounds of the two glass meeting on the air submerged by the loud longue music from the DJ at the right corner of the stage. As usual, Jinki finished his drink in one shot, leaving Taemin shaking his head to the habit.

“In this rate, you’ll get drunk before I did my speech.”

Jinki shrugged and took another glass, “Had a rough day at the restaurant. A couple kept sending back the food to the kitchen with some ridiculous reason. I needed to drag my butt out of the back house to greet them personally.”

“Is that the reason you left early?”

“You can say that. Or more like I don’t like the thought of me missing free flow in the middle of the boring week,” he winked and Taemin only snickered, “So, what did I miss?”

“Nothing, besides the mini tour I gave to the potential important client. And simple exhibition of my previous works.”

“Knowing that I won’t be your client in any future soon and I visited one of your exhibitions before, then I can continue wandering around looking for some goodies,” Jinki raised his fourth glass now already.

“Ah, speaking about the goodies. I need to introduce you to someone.”

“Your new boyfriend?”

“I don’t date anymore, Honey.”

“Ah, I forgot you’re now the exclusive mistress of that famous dancer Kim Jongin.”

“Stop saying some gibberish, this one is a present for you because you actually made an effort to give your time to me.”

“I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

“You always said that whenever I have a lover candidate for you.”

“Because it always ended up in a mess!”

“Did not!”

Jinki gulped down his sixth glass, “Did not? The last one you brought to me, four out of five times had cried whenever I led him to the bedroom. The one before that guy, already became someone’s else wife. Which one of them that wasn’t a disaster for you?”

“Okay.. okay, I made some mistakes. Who am I to lie to you? I haven’t figured it out how to find a right man for my own.”

“Then why don’t you take this one?”

“He’s a close friend of mine! Besides, he got your favorite!”

“My favorite?”

“Yeah. Perfect pair of bow lips.”

“Prettier than that one?” Jinki put down his seventh glass while pointing across the room with his chin.

Following the direction, Taemin spun quickly just to find Kibum talking to a group of women which he presumed as new acquaintances he acquired tonight judged from the way Kibum’s standing. One and other time, he glances to the place where Taemin and Jinki are standing as if their presence is a huge distraction to the conversation he engaged with the new friends he made.

Taemin returned back to Jinki which his eyes now pass through his skull to have a better look on the guy with the cashmere turtle neck with the twinkling feline eyes. A smirk appeared immediately on Taemin’s face.

***

Kibum found it hard to continue engaged on the conversation he’s in since the sight of a man who looks like Apollo descendant intruded his vision. That guy looks so out of place but at the same time, giving the vibe that he’s born for the event like this. He doesn’t look threatening, however, those eyes, once struck with Kibum’s and he choked on the wine he’s been nursing since half an hour ago, making him spilled some of the liquid to his chest.

He thanked the universe he left the house with the black top instead any other color.

Though he’s definitely not one of the models Taemin has worked with before, the quality of this man’s look can easily passed for one. There’s something about him that hooked Kibum since the very beginning, forgetting what he convinced himself earlier to make tonight only for business purpose and stay around that circle. His initial plan ruined easily when he caught himself glancing more than three times in the span of ten minutes.

“Ah, really? That would be great. Here’s my name card. Contact me whenever you want,” he took out some card from his wallet, “Now if you excuse me, I need to go to the restroom.”

And with that, Kibum retreated himself from the crowd to calm himself. Once he reached the sink, he splashed some water to his face. Kibum slapped his cheeks several times, this is not happening.

He’s not seventeen anymore. But the drum rolled banging inside his chest is telling him the contrary. Having stupid crush is not his type of playground anymore. After some serious relationships ended up in not so nice break ups back in college and one failed marriage, he thought he would be more cautious and even became numb to this kind of feeling. Maybe it’s just the lust. And the neediness started build up in him after one year absence of attention. Yeah, maybe that’s the reason. Get a grip, Kim Kibum.

After spending what have been like forever in the bathroom stall, Kibum thought it would be safe for him to get out and mingle again. He’s searching for Taemin right away, secretly hoping the man with the maroon slack still tagging around. Nevertheless, Taemin seems unlikely to be found within the crowd. He kept looking to his muse, because there’s usually he would stand and explain some of his works, but those models are scattered here and there and no one has Taemin on their arms.

“Where the heck is this ungrateful kid?”

“You like what you saw?”

A deep soothing voice from his side startled him to after life if it’s not to death. He cocked his head to the source of force driven him crazy only by the sound, Kibum stepped back instinctively once he realized their distance is closer than he calculated back in his hazy mind.

“Earlier. Don’t tell me you’re not looking to my direction.”

“Wow. Such amount of confident,” Kibum snickered whilst inside he’s flipped upside down.

“Well, to begin with, I wouldn’t be this confident if I didn’t catch a beautiful human being like you giving me those intrigued glances every two minutes.”

“Oh, how smooth. How many glasses did you take to be this gallant?”

“So you did look at me.”

Jinki chuckles and when he caught Kibum just an inch before flustered as if someone found out his biggest secret.

“It’s a best friend instinct. When a very threatening man with this all manipulative vibe hanging around your best friend, you cannot just stand still and act as if nothing happened. I don’t want something bad happened with Taemin.”

Jinki closed their distance a little bit, aiming his mouth dangerously to Kibum’s ear, puffing hot breathe that turning Kibum’s whole body into stupid giddy sensation.

“Oh really? What about you, then? Want something bad happened to you?”

Usually, Kibum is not in favor of including himself in any conversation buttered all over with innuendo. But this man, changed every single thing he believed in less than five minutes. Especially when he can still feel him huffing on his neck though it’s wrapped completely under the fabric of his knitwear.

“I guess you took more than five. This one is so much better than your first defense.”

“Seven to be exact.”

“You better take care of yourself, Dear Stranger, the party just started and knowing Taemin for years, this is nothing but a teaser.”

Jinki doesn’t wait any clue to press his hip to Kibum’s side, “Why don’t you help me to take care myself? Or do I interrupt you?”

Kibum observed the face of the man next to him, he looks so beautiful even under the poor light, “You must have taken a time-management class very diligently.”

He poked Jinki’s nose quickly, both cannot deny the spark in such limited touch.

“Just being efficient, I don’t see the point to waste limited time for unimportant business.”

“What’s exactly unimportant business here?”

“Working on my uncooperative brain at the moment to arrange some words together trying to get into your pants while I’m pretty much sure it’s going to happen anyway without such futile effort.”

Jinki ducked his head to fix his hair. Little did Kibum know, he tried to hide his eyes while observing the latter’s reaction.

Kibum just beamed into wide smile, still doesn’t believe on what he just heard, “Aren’t you one of a kind with fancy mouth?”

“How about you can tell yourself once you get a taste on that?”

“Interesting.”

“You think so?”

Jinki kept staring intensely to Kibum. After the cute little dimples adorned the corner of his mouth a while ago, Jinki found it so hard to stay away from his flawless face.

“Sort of. Never in my life had I heard this kind of lame pick-up lines,” Kibum scoffed to control his grogginess.

“Well, someone gotta take the chance to try that out. Up until now, the success rate is still 50-50.”

“You tried this before?” Kibum’s almost shrieked toward the fact, “Who’s this poor soul that had to endure this kind of torture?”

“In front of you,” Kibum’s face turned into a mixture of disbelief and amusement, “This guy was such a talker and he got me under his skin in no time.”

“Wow. Tell me who talked about exes during their first encounter.”

“No one. But you’re beyond what people around me would describe as a perfect human being.”

“Looks like you picked up a lot from him.”

Jinki laughed, pinching his eyes into a perfect crescent, Kibum needs to brush off the urge to cup his face right away, “Let’s just say I’m a fast learner.”

“That’s actually good to put in your curriculum vitae.”

“I didn’t know this require such an application.”

“Oh, I usually don’t,” Kibum’s head fell to the back a little bit while he massaged his neck, “I did that only for the strong candidates.”

“Interesting.”

“Aren’t I always?”

“I don’t have opinion about that since I only saw you,” Jinki wriggling his wrist to check the time, “For about an hour so far.”

“Then we need to get to know each other more.”

The smirks curved on Kibum’s bow lips sent chills down Jinki’s spine. He slipped his hand on the other waist and rested it there after Kibum doesn’t make any protective gesture.

“So, here’s the thing. Who am I talking with this past fifteen minutes?”

“You may call him Kibum.”

“Ah, Kibum,” his voice ghosting above his cheek, “I like the way I rolled that name. But I can do more with my tongue, just so you know.”

“Is that an invitation Sir…”

“Jinki. I go by Jinki.”

Kibum arched his back slightly, purposely stretched his neck too much just so his milky skin peeked behind the cashmere, “Is that an invitation Sir Jinki?”

“If you said so, Dear..”

“Then I know somewhere perfect to get to know each other better.”

“Do you even know this place?”

For Jinki, Taemin’s new studio just looked like an old barn with stone, woods, and glasses for the aesthetic purpose. He has no idea actually, it’s the first time he hang out to such place besides his house, his kitchen, and bars.

“Oh, please. I sold this place to Taemin two months ago.”

***

Kibum didn’t know for sure what brought him here. Maybe the lust, maybe the lack of affection he experienced since his separation, or the needs of attention he craved during his sabbatical period. But since he closed the door of that main hall to the small green house at the back of the building, he couldn’t keep his hand for himself.

The other man of course didn’t help at all since what he’d been doing is basically groping Kibum’s pert globes or nuzzling to his side or mapping the hidden surface along his spine.

Anyway, like Kibum minds at all.

Once they sat at the wooden bench placed against the cold stone wall – Kibum basically thanked himself for suggesting Taemin’s interior designer to put some cushion on it – Jinki attacked those inviting cupid lips without further ado. Kibum’s giggles suppressed back to the down of his throat, he’s unable to laugh at his pathetic desire for Jinki’s velvety mouth melted his entire defense mechanism. He just naturally opened his mouth slightly wider when Jinki surprisingly carefully prodded its surface with his tongue.

“Hmmphh,” Kibum hissed in between heated domination battle, “You indeed have particular skill with your tongue.”

Jinki pulled back a little bit just to give him some space to nip at Kibum’s lower lips, “This is not even 50% of my capability, Sweetheart.”

Kibum yelped inaudibly when strong arms brought him settled on Jinki’s lap. The moonlight fell right on Jinki’s face from the glass roof, giving it mesmerizing picturesque shades. Kibum cupped his cheeks and devour what he left before. Jinki’s hand traveling haphazardly on Kibum’s back, and ended up grabbing handful of his ass leaving him squealing.

Again, like Kibum minds at all.

“Shit,” Jinki cussed when Kibum started going south and nibble on his exposed neck. The man lapping here and there, occasionally stopped a little bit longer to suck at his Adam’s apple, sending his soul ascending to heaven.

“Ah!” a perfect mixture of groan and moan slipped out Kibum’s mouth when Jinki rolled his hips against him. The sounds excited Jinki to move more erratically to satisfy both restrained needs. As if they’re dancing partner for years already, Kibum acknowledge the pace and started grinding back.

“Ugh, Kibum..”

The said man just arched his back and brought Jinki’s to his chest. Jinki secured both his hands to Kibum’s slender waist and inhales deeply of the other man’s scent. They were like pieces of puzzles finally clicked to each other, after wait for too long in such desperation.

Kibum detached themselves for a moment to look at Jinki’s eyes, pretty eyes that reflects his own craving, pretty eyes that drown him since the very second he drop his gaze on it. Jinki never found himself fascinated this much among his one night stands life. He realized Kibum is something when he doesn’t only want to suck every single inch of skin beneath the clothes but also handling it with care as if he’s the most precious and fragile ancient Egypt treasure.

Jinki about to lean further to capture Kibum’s lips but the hands on both sides of his cheeks restrain him to do so.

“I cannot do this.”

“Why?” even if he doesn’t have a mirror before him, Jinki can definitely see the frown fell upon his own face, “You don’t want this as much as I do?”

Kibum shakes his head again before rested his forehead to Jinki, “No, no, you’re beautiful, Jinki. So beautiful I couldn’t believe myself that this is real. But I’m not supposed to do this to you. It’s not fair.”

“Not fair?” Jinki asked again, suddenly terrified by the reality he’s about to face, “You have a boyfriend already? Girlfriend?”

Kibum pecked his nose slowly before flashing his hand above his eyes. Something cracked inside his chest when Jinki saw the silver band on his ring finger.

“You’re married.”

“It’s been only six months after a horrible divorce.”

“So? What’s holding you up?”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

Jinki rolled his eyes before stating the matter of fact here, “I’m single and you’re a widow. Whom are we going to hurt here?”

“You, Jinki. You. As much as I want you to continue what you’re doing down there,” both of them looking to the point where their crotch glued to each other, “Yes, the way your little prince been nudging my ass frantically had been driving me crazy I wanted to ruin your expensive silk shirt and suck your collar bones for the rest of the night, believe me. I just don’t want this to only because I’m sexually deprived.”

“So what do you want?”

Jinki is not the type who compromised during heated hour like this. But strangely, for Kibum, he’s willing to do it at least for once.

“I want you when I want you. Not when I need a release.”

Kibum removed himself from Jinki’s laps, he couldn’t help to chuckle when he notice the obvious bulge on the other’s southern region. He fixed his hair and adjusted the belt that slightly uneven after some battles of friction. Jinki looks disappointed at some point, but Kibum somehow know he’s not mad with the decision.

“A correction. The prince is not that little, if you know what I mean.”

Kibum let out wholeheartedly laughter and kissed Jinki slow and warm on the cheek, inhaling Jinki as much as possible.

“Of course I know what you mean. Or should I say, I felt?”

It’s Jinki turn to laugh this time, the way it sounds sent Kibum’s hand directly to his bangs and ruffles it messy.

“Now if you allow me, I need to go home and call my kid. It’s around the time she finished her school.”

Wow, a man with a baggage, Jinki sudden thought. But at least he admit Kibum’s a man of courage to go this far, unlike this ex-boyfriend he had that just a lump full of cowardliness. That makes Kibum more than his other flings. He might be too soon to fall, but he doesn’t care because Kibum seemed worth to fight for.

“When will I see you again?”

Kibum stopped by the threshold of the green house’s door. He turned his head and sincerely smiled to the stunned Jinki who sit alone by the bench.

“Spring. I’ll see you again on spring.”

Jinki smile to himself and scratch the back of his head that is not itchy at all.

“Spring is good.”

***

I wrote this on my AFF a while ago. Since I’m not going to write again until I finish my thesis and graduated, hopefully by September or October - finger-crossed, I thought it would be nice to cross-post it here. So, yeah. I appreciate all the support you all gave me up to now. Until I see you again, please be happy and be healthy :)

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triplehelix · 6 years

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for those 5 word prompts! "you can't be here now" but keep it fluffy and lighthearted to the best of ur ability that is my challenge to u c;

dallie…….this got away from me. know that i love you.

It’s going to be a good night.

He was able to get out of his council meeting early, and Gladio dropped him off in the residential district. He’s meeting Ignis at his place for a change; Ignis had promised to make something good. That means they’ll have a dinner just for the two of them at the table in Ignis’s apartment, which really feels more like a date than anything at Noct’s apartment because Ignis is over there all the time anyway. Then the two of them could just…hang out like usual. Noct could sit on the floor beside Ignis’s armchair, falling asleep with his head against Ignis’s thigh while Ignis holds reports with one hand and cards through his hair with the other.

Yeah, that’d be nice.

And who knows? Maybe they’ll end up making out on the couch or something. He can only hope.

“Ignis?” Noct calls, nudging the door shut behind himself. Usually, Ignis can be found sitting at his kitchen table or curled up in his armchair, drinking coffee while he works through some reports. There’s no sign of him now, and the warm yellow light of the lamp by the armchair is missing. And there’s a curiously sharp smell in the air that he doesn’t quite recognize. He thinks he’s smelled it a couple of times at Prompto’s place or when he’s over at Gladio’s house and Iris is around.

“I’m here!” Ignis calls, voice strained, from across the apartment.

Noct drops his bag to the floor, holding his hand out immediately in anticipation of some sort of blade. He hasn’t decided if it’ll be a dagger or sword yet. “Specs?” he asks quietly. “You good?”

“Apologies, Noct, but-”

“But what?” Noct slides his foot further along the hardwood of the apartment, heading towards the sound of Ignis’s voice. If there’s something or someone here, and Ignis of all people was caught off guard, what could he possibly do to stop that sort of person?

Ignis is silent for a moment, and then his voice sounds through the apartment with a faint echo. Bathroom, then. “You can’t be here now.”

“What’re you doing, though?” He clenches his fingers into a fist, deciding that a dagger would probably be best. He can throw those. He flips it in his hand, stepping closer to the bathroom.

No reply. Maybe a sigh?

“Specs?” he calls lowly, and his heart gives a lurch of fear. Not Specs, not Ignis, c’mon-

He throws open the door and leaps through the doorway, knife poised at the ready.

Ignis stares back at him, wide-eyed, from the bathtub.

Noct banishes the dagger immediately. “Uh.”

“Noct!” Ignis exclaims, cheeks turning scarlet. He’s not even wearing his glasses; his hair lies flat against his forehead like it used to, now a little darker from the steam in the air. “I didn’t think you’d be arriving for some time, Noct, so-”

“I got let out of the meeting early. My dad shut a lot of the council’s suggestions down,” Noct says dumbly instead of getting the fuck out of the bathroom. He should leave. He should leave. He should really leave.

He pauses for a moment, considering all the things Ignis might have been doing in his absence, and he flushes. “I can leave if you’re, y’know. Uh. Busy.” They’re not at that point in their relationship yet, really. He really shouldn’t be here.

Ignis goes even brighter red, eyes widening. “Nothing like that!” he protests immediately. “No, Noct, I wasn’t-”

“I should go,” Noct mutters, and he scrambles for the door handle, about to show himself out of Ignis’s apartment and hide in his own bed for about fifteen years.

“Noct, wait!” Ignis reaches out towards Noct, almost as if he’s about to leap out of the bathtub and chase him down, but he seems to realize what he’s doing, and where he is, and his arm just ends up hanging at the edge of the tub, fingers splayed desperately along the enamel.

Fingers with purple fingernails.

Noctis stares.

Oh, gods.

“Are you painting your nails?”

The smell makes sense now, of course. Holy shit.

“I’m also taking a bath, but…” Ignis trails off, biting thoughtfully at his lip. He seems to come to some sort of conclusion and makes direct, unwavering eye contact with Noct. “Yes. I am painting my nails.”

Noct blinks. “Oh.”

Ignis’s fingernails tap out a restless rhythm on the edge of the tub. Noct can’t stop staring at them. “This isn’t exactly how I wanted to tell you this, Noct.”

“It’s not a big deal.” It’s a big deal.

“To me, it might be,” Ignis argues softly.

Noct winces. He’s said the wrong thing again. Okay. Course correction. Empathy. Conversation. He asks, “Is this why you always wear gloves?”

Ignis looks down; his long eyelashes cast shadows along his cheekbones. “Part of the reason,” he admits. “Or perhaps the gloves just became convenient when I started doing this.” He huffs out a little breathy laugh, startlingly loud in the echoing silence of the bathroom. Maybe the echo makes it resonate all the more in some part of Noct’s chest that he can’t quite name. “It’s embarrassing, really.”

“Nah.” Noct against the doorjamb of the bathroom. “I don’t know why you’re embarrassed about this.”

“It’s improper, Noct.”

“It’s your body.” Noct shrugs. “Who cares what you’ve got on? You’re still doing the job in the same way. The best way,” he adds, and he can’t help the blush that rises back to his cheeks at the words. Gods, is he really complimenting Ignis right after barging in on him in the bath?

Fuck, Ignis is naked right now, isn’t he?

They haven’t gotten too far yet. This is still new territory for both of them, and Noct’s afraid that anything going wrong here could jeopardize everything that they are to each other.

Ignis doesn’t seem to have any such qualms. He lifts his hand - gods, look at those nails - and makes a vague wave over to him. “You can come over here, you know.”

Noct raises an eyebrow and hopes that the expression masks how much his heart begins racing. “You’re sure?”

Ignis blinks at him slowly, tilting his head to the side to study Noctis. His eyes look darker green than usual, or maybe that’s just the lighting. “I’m sure,” he says. “You’ve already gotten this far.”

Noct almost wishes that there had been an intruder. It would be easier than this. It would be easier than a lot of things that have to do with Ignis, and Ignis in the bath, and Ignis in the bath with his nails painted. It would be easier than being faced with every godsdamned reason why he finally decided to ask Ignis if they could start dating. He can already see half his fantasies playing out like a movie behind his eyes, reminding him of every way that he wants Ignis, and more.

The soft rug beside the tub is a welcome feeling beneath his knees, because by the gods, he drops like a rock beside Ignis.

Ignis smiles at him, radiant and soft. “Welcome home,” he murmurs, and that’s no fucking help.

Noctis returns the grin, hoping that he’s not too red in the face. “Good to be home.” That’s good. Good answer. In control.

But up close, he can smell whatever soap it is that is undeniably Ignis. The scent of it reminds him of just how wonderful it is to bury his face in the crook of Ignis’s neck and experience every bit of him, and that’s not helping at all. Thankfully - thankfully? - the shower curtain is drawn enough that it obscures the view of anything too far down in the tub, and the bathwater itself is thick with suds and color. And Ignis. He’s there too. In the bath. Next to Noct.

Gods, he’s in way over his head.

To distract himself, he reaches for the hand that’s still resting on the edge of the bathtub, lifting it up carefully. Ignis lets him without a word of protest, so Noct takes the opportunity to really look at the varnish up close. It’s pleasantly iridescent up close, subtle and elegant while still retaining an air of beauty. Dark purple - wine, coeurl print, the spines of some of Ignis’s favorite books - fits him well. On Ignis, on his fingers, this is dangerous. Noct has always loved Ignis’s hands, capable and deft and deadly.

“I like the color,” Noct tells him. And then, before he can stop himself, he blurts, “You always look good in purple.”

The corners of Ignis’s mouth lift up in a tiny, pleased smile. “Thank you, Noct. I’m glad you think so.”

“Maybe…” He’s pushing his luck, but he’s already here, and he might as well. “Maybe you could try black next time?”

Ignis chuckles. “A bit unsubtle, don’t you think?”

“Well.” Noct lifts the hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the knuckles there. He raises his eyes to meet Ignis’s gaze, unblinking. “It’s my color.”

“Do I look good in black too?” Ignis teases.

“Fishing for compliments, are we?”

“I believe I’m owed a few, after the scare you gave me.”

“Okay. Yeah. Valid. Don’t tell anyone I did that.”

“It’s endearing. Very valiant.”

“Don’t call me valiant.”

“As my prince commands,” Ignis teases, and Noct can’t help but smile. Ignis tugs his hand out of Noct’s grip, studying him quietly for a moment. “I was planning on making something with rice tonight,” he muses. “And after that…you could stay, if you’d like.”

“Stay?”

One of Ignis’s legs shifts in the water, sending ripples of water up to lap at Ignis’s chest. Noct swallows. He’s not going to look. He’s not going to look.

Fuck.

Ignis smiles. “I’d certainly welcome your company.”

Noct breathes out through his nose, controlling himself as much as he can manage. “Will you keep the gloves off?”

Another smile, pleased and soft. “If you’d like. Certainly.”

“One more question, Specs.”

“Better hurry. The bathwater won’t stay warm forever.”

Noct grins. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Ignis breathes, and he reaches out to catch Noct at the back of his neck, digging his fingers into the soft skin there as he pulls him close. Noct shivers; he can almost imagine that he can feel the layer of polish there, and he leans in to close the distance between them.

It really is going to be a good night.

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fandomimaginesftw · 7 years

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An Old Flame (Part Three)

Summary: Y/N is a hunter. She always has been, and she knows that she always will be. Headstrong, fierce, and takes no bullshit is the best way to describe her. A case in Ohio leads her to a nest of vampires, but that’s not all. As she’s investigating, she runs into a pain from her past, the one and only Dean Winchester. The man that ruined her, left her to trust no one ever again. When Dean sees her again, he feels like he’s alive again, and he’ll do anything to get her back. Will she fall back into old habits or will she stand her ground?

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven

Pairing: SLOW BURN! Dean x Reader

Warnings: Eventual smut and violence, swearing

Word Count: 1,850

A/N: Sorry for the wait guys! I’ve been working hard on those Christmas Prompts :) Things are finally starting to pick up, so I really hope you’ll enjoy. I love writing this, honestly^-^

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@impala-dreamer this is where it picks up, really. Still a little nervous to tag you ha ^^’

Your night had been filled with endless tossing and turning, your mind only one one thing. You tried your best to think about literally anything other than Dean, but your brain apparently hated you. You rolled over onto your back, looking up at the ceiling. The off white color was starting to bother you, but everything seemed to be bothering you. You really needed to focus on the nest of vampires, not someone from your past.

As you pulled yourself out of the mattress, you tried to stretch out the crick in your back. That mattress was harder than any bed you’ve ever laid on. You sighed, looking around for something to drink. There was no way you’d get water from the bathroom sink, you saw the mold that grew on the side of the faucet. You eyed the mini fridge, deciding in that split second that you could afford the $3.95 extra charge. You needed a beer anyway, you hadn’t indulged in a while.

Popping off the bottle cap brought back some memories as you walked over to the rickety table where your laptop rested. You sat in the oak chair, your foot lifting to rest up on the table. You took a swig, grimacing slightly at the taste. It wasn’t a good beer, and it definitely wasn’t worth four of your dollars. You sighed, opening up your laptop up so you could start on your research early. You just needed to get into the police files to check on the other victims.

A few minutes in to the research, you decided a little music might make it a bit more bearable. You logged in to your favorite music streamer, going to the Classic Rock station. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes slightly and let out a huff of unamusement when Led Zeppelin started to play. You shook your head, cursing any higher power that was out there for torturing you. You went back to research, starting to hum along to the song. Your mind started to wander, however, as you continued to sing and tap your foot along to the song.

The night had been filled with nothing but silence, aside from the occasional clear of the throat and beer splashing against the glass bottle. You glanced up, watching as both of the Winchester brothers fell further into the world of the internet. The case you three had been working on was just a simple Djinn, but Dean wanted to do everything possible to figure out every detail since you and Sam had decided to use you as bait. Dean was obviously against the idea, but you had made up your mind, and Dean knew better than to argue with you when you made up your mind.

Before you could look away and pretend you weren’t looking at him, Dean’s emerald eyes locked with your E/C colored ones. You blushed, smiling sheepishly at him. He hummed, leaning over to grab the bottom of your chair. He pulled you towards him, making a squeal leave your lips. You giggled as he wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. You smiled down at him, starting to run your fingers through his chestnut locks. You saw Sam’s head move, most likely to see what’s going on. You looked over at the younger sibling, and he shot you a tired smile. You kissed the top of Dean’s head, then looked at Sam again.

“How about we call it a night guys? We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow and we need all the rest we can get.” Dean lifted his head, looking up at you. His eyes were glazed over with sleep deprivation and dark circles were starting to form under his eyes. You nodded, standing up and offering your hand to him. He was gonna get some sleep, whether he liked it or not. He pouted ever so slightly, and his pink lips starting to distract you. Sam nodded, also standing up. Dean the stood as well, and suddenly lifted you into his arms. A small yelp came from your throat as you held on to him. He chuckled, taking you to his room, which you two shared. Sam waved at you as you two disappeared, and you returned it before Dean walked into the room.

He let you fall onto the bed, and a giggle escaped your throat. He smiled down at you, crawling over your body. He hovered over you, his eyes scanning your face. You smiled softly, your hands lifting to caress his jawline. He leaned into your palm, his eyes closing and his body physically relaxing. You ran the pad of your thumb over the line of his cheekbone, and he opened his eyes to look at you again.

“Y/N, I really don’t like using you as bait. What if something goes wrong and I lose you? I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you…” He frowned, and so did you. He seemed so vulnerable in this moment, you didn’t really see this side of him much. You could tell he was legitimately worried, and you tried not to let it make you feel good inside. It was hard though, since he was showing how much he really cared.

“Dean, I promise that you won’t lose me, okay? You have me and my heart forever, no matter what.” You lifted your head to kiss him, but he pulled away slightly to look at you. He raised a brow, and so did you.

“Promise?” His voice was so soft, so gentle. You nodded, and he met your lips with his. You had meant it, and you knew that kiss you two just shared meant that he felt the same. It was a promise between you two, and you could feel in your heart that it would always be kept.

Your reminiscing had been cut short by a knock sounding at the door. You frowned, taking your foot off of the table and setting the beer down where your foot had been. You didn’t tell anyone where you would be, not that you had anyone to tell anyway. You went over to the bed, reaching underneath your pillow to grab your knife. You checked your back pocket for your holy water, and you could feel your pistol in your boot. You stalked towards the door, looking through the peep hole.

In that moment, you genuinely wanted to throw a tantrum like a child. Why was he here? How did he even find you? You sighed, starting to unlock the door. You weren’t exactly sure what you were gonna say, or if you would even be able to look at him, but you tried to prepare yourself anyway. As the door swung open, his eyes met yours. He was leaning against the frame of the door, and you suppressed the urge to roll your eyes. You reached into your back pocket, pulling out your flask filled with holy water. You unscrewed the cap, tossing the holy water into his face, and he closed with eyes with a sigh. A very slight smile pulled at your lips as you enjoyed the annoyed look on his face.

“Nice to see you too, Y/N,” he grumbled. Hearing his deep and raspy voice after so long really messed with your brain even more. You put the flask back in your pocket, then looked up at him again.

“Can’t be too careful, you know that. You’re the one that taught me that…” You sighed, putting your hand on your hip. “What in the hell could you possibly want, Dean Winchester?” You didn’t move from in front of him, not wanting him inside whatsoever. He looked over you, marvelling at how you hadn’t changed in the slightest. He grinned to himself, looking off before locking eyes with you again.

“Sam told me not to come, but, you know me.” He cleared his throat, putting his hand in his pockets. “I actually wanted to come and talk to you about...possibly working this case with us.” You blinked, contemplating on if you should close the door in his face now or in a few seconds. You decided now would be a good time, so you swung the door. You turned back to face the table, but you heard the door hit against something. You turned and saw that Dean was now inside of your motel room. You sighed, watching as he closed the door behind him.

Now it was just the two of you, another Led Zeppelin song playing softly behind you. He didn’t dare take another step, knowing you weren’t afraid to get violent. He just held up a hand, and you stayed still. He obviously wanted to get something out, and you didn’t feel like fighting him. You crossed your arms, waiting for him to speak. He cleared his throat again, running his fingers through his hair before speaking.

“Look, I just wanted to ask you if you would be up for it. Not because I want to try and get you back or something, but because I think it would help all of us. You can’t deny that this vampire nest is more powerful than either of us has dealt with, and three is better than one or two.” He spoke, his voice shaking ever so slightly with what you could only guess was nervousness. You listened to his words, even considered them. You sat down at the table, offering him your overpriced beer. He walked over, sitting in the other chair and taking the cool bottle in his hands. He threw it back, taking a long drink. You watched as the muscles in his throat moved, working to get the liquid down his throat. You found yourself mesmerized by his adam’s apple bobbing up and down, but you quickly pulled yourself out of it. His face contorted into an expression of disgust as he set the bottle down. “I can promise you’ll get better beer, too.” A soft laugh bubbled in your throat, and Dean thought he was about to explode. You leaned your arms against the table, looking at him.

“I’ll consider it if you promise me one thing.” He nodded, wondering what it was you would want. He would admit, he was worried you’d make him promise that he would have to do something impossible, like never look at or speak to you the whole time. You looked down, then back up at him. “I need you to promise me you won’t fall in love with me. I need this to be completely professional, okay?” You felt your heart drop as his face fell, a frown on his lips. He hummed, taking another drink from the previously proclaimed disgusting beer. He stood, walking to the door. He opened it, then glanced over at you.

“That shouldn’t be too hard, seeing as how I never fell out of love with you. See you tomorrow.” He left you with that, and you weren’t exactly sure how to react to it.

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1/? same anon on the shame Dawson ask) but uhhhhh goodboi!hoseok whomst always go to school, teachers pet, has the best grades amongst his peers (Also maybe has a crush badgirl!reader but whomst knows). You sit next to him in class, (occasionally glances towards u when ur asleep, he grumbles about how ur gonna “fail ur classes” but he lowkey👀admires ur sleeping fACE). SO, he’s all shy when you’re in the room, he’d be laughing at a joke jungkook would say & when u walk in he’s suddenly quiet

2/? He’s getting all fidgety b/c you’re there, in the room. (He also knows you fight, maybe in a gang??? He doesn’t to now but he doesn’t like that :( he doesn’t want u to get huRT). Sometimes he’ll see bruise marks on ur thigh (he’s nOt a pervert), a cut lip (maybe busted?) and a cut on ur cheek. IM RANTING AND EMO, THERE ISNT ENOIGH FOR ME TO EXPLAIN HOW I FEEL ABOUT GOODBOI!hoseok & BADGIRL!reader, PLZ H E L P

well shit dude. you just had send this to me and you just had to make this sickeningly adorable and *cues taylor swift look what you made me do - AND I DON’T EVEN LIKE THE SONG*

hoseok didn’t know what emotions were or how they functioned with the human body. to be honest, hoseok only knew the generic ones like being happy when you get to eat your favorite food or do what you like. being sad when you’re not able to get what you want and feeling like shit because you can’t just run out of pizza what the fuck. being angry and disappointed when one of your friends back out on a plan that you were really looking forward to see. yes, he’s eyeing kim taehyung and jeon jungkook super hard if he could.

then one day, a certain someone (you) came into his life (you), took a seat beside him (you) and taught him what it was like to have your heart beat really fast without giving him a reason to (you). it could be the simplest thing of offering him a smile when he lent you a pencil or a major thing to beating the shit out of the person that tore his notes in half and you made sure that person was so sorry that he had to get on his knees to beg for forgiveness not from you but from him. during the whole time he can’t even focus on anyone else but you and that’s what keeps him up at night: thinking about you.

hoseok wasn’t much of a fidgeter but with you around, honey, someone replaced those fidget toys and get yourself a jung hoseok. he can’t help himself, either. it’s a natural instinct for his body to react this way whenever you’re in the same room as him, let alone be beside him every monday, wednesday and friday. he swears on everything he owns, he’s a hundred percent sure you’re going to fail your classes but instead of waking you up when you fall asleep he... stares. how pretty you look with your eyes fluttered shut, baby hair falling over them as the breaths of air you take in, exhales out the syllables hoseok wants to breathe in and tell you how he feels.

but it’s not easy.

it’s almost impossible. he could chat up a room with his group of friends, crack multiple jokes and set the mood but the second you join in, he shuts up in fear he’ll say anything stupid. he’s envious of how anyone you talk to suddenly looks like they’re in love with you and he’s one of them. how your aura just dominates the atmosphere and all light is on you especially when you smile and when - “hobi! you in there?!”

he groans and sits up from his bed, looking at the door before he answers.

“go away, jungkook! you said you were going to come two hours ago! i don’t want to watch that stupid movie anymore!”

“open up! i have someone here with me that needs your help! i’ve got somewhere to be!”

hoseok feels his gut dropping to his gut when he hears - “it’s okay, hobi! we’ll just go to jin’s!”

the door opens in a blink of an eye and jungkook smirks when hoseok’s all flustered and unable to speak. on cue, hoseok holds you up and jungkook doesn’t even wait as he makes a run for it. hoseok does shout for him, mumbles a few profanities after but ultimately grows quiet when you’re there with him. you whistle and wave a hand in front of his face, capturing him back to earth as his wide eyes look at you.

“y-yeah?”

“if you don’t mind, could you possibly...” your voice trails to your neck and you have never seen hoseok lose the color on his face so fast before.

“y/n! you’re bleeding!”

“means your eyes work fine, hobi. that’s great-”you can’t even finish teasing him when he hauls you over to the bathroom and he’s a mess. but a cute one. with just his plain shirt and slacks on, with his round glasses staying on his nose, he nudges you to sit on the counter as he fumbles around for the first aid kit. chuckling, you get comfortable and lean back on the mirror, dangling feet for casualty.

he stands firmly in front of you and he pops the box open, then his hands freeze. like his mind went blank.

“i... y/n i...”

“you look like you’re going to pass out. and i’m the one bleeding here,” you snort, leaning closer to him and hoseok swallows thickly when he comes face to face with you.

“you alright?”

hoseok robotically nods and looks away, hands hovering over the things he knows inside out and in order of what he should do but it’s like his mind sucks at being his mind. everything is black, replaced with the image of you even though you’re right fucking there and his heart is taking off to the heaven’s.

“maybe you might want to start with the antiseptic? to cleanse the wound?”

hoseok feels his soul returning to him when you smile.

“r-right,”

it’s a slow process, but it’s one that starts to pick up in pace when (ironically enough) you’re the one directing him on what to do. he’s gentle, for the most part, fingers daintily moving against your skin and him apologizing every now and then when you hiss in pain. when he has everything sealed up and bandaged for you, this is where hoseok gathers the courage to ask when curiosity gets the best of him.

“y-y/n,”

“hoseok,”

“no, i have a question,” he looks up, after shutting the first aid kit.

you nod with a grin, arms crossed over your chest. “hit me,”

you confused the poor boy.

“s-sorry?”

“i mean, sure. you can ask me anything,”

“well... how did you know all that?”

“all of what?”

“just now when... when i was treating your wound,” hoseok exhales deeply and breathes when you won’t take your eyes off of him. he’s turning red at an alarming rate but for some reason, you still find this adorable. you should probably not look at him but hey, he’s pretty good looking.

“yeah?”

he coughs and tears his eyes away from you before he builds enough courage to look at you again.

“you kept reading out formulas,”

“sorry, it’s a habit whenever i get treated. i sound smarter that way,”

“...but those are the hardest ones,”

“hey, just because i sleep doesn’t mean i can’t hear,”

now you’ve made him lose his shit.

“n-no! i didn’t mean that you were-i was just-oh my god y/n i’m sorry i was-”

“hey, calm down,” you put your hand on his shoulders to root him down but you’re not sure if he’s keeping quiet because it calms him down or if you’ve just made him braindead.

“i was kidding. but i meant it when i said i sounded smarter that way,” you laugh, carefully pushing his glasses back to its original spot before you pat his shoulder and hop off the counter. as you make your way out of the bathroom, he chokes on his saliva when - “so what movie are we going to watch?”

there is no way hoseok was going to survive the night.

#badgirl!yn #goodboi!hoseok #????????#idk what this was but i think it's cute because you made it sound cute #Anonymous

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