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rebelfell · 3 months

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y'all are just out here with your ghostface!eddie fics making me wonder stuff about myself...@reysorigins and @reidsbtch you know what you did. cw: knife play talk. 18+ MDNI 1k

You were staring at Eddie.

Not exactly out of the ordinary, you probably stared at him about as often as you breathed. But this time it wasn’t his face or his body that had you mesmerized, it was what he held.

The knife wasn’t anything remarkable, it was just a nice-sized one you’d found with him a few years back at a flea market. It was actually a somewhat prestigious brand, as you discovered from a quick search of the name etched into the blade. It was tarnished and dull, but the handle was solid and it had a decent weight to it, so you had bought it at a fraction of its retail price.

It quickly became one of Eddie’s favorites after you polished it up and gave it a nice sharpening, so you’d seen him use it plenty of times before. But this time…this time, for whatever reason, it was really doing something to you. Something about his hand wrapped around the handle, tendons in his forearm flexing as he sliced through vegetables with ease.

Your mind clouded with a vision of him standing flush against your back, his hot breath in your ear and rippling across your neck, his bulge grinding roughly into your ass, your arms held behind your back to pin you in place and those same tendons flexing as pressed the cool metal edge of the knife to your chest. Or even your neck.

Wait, what?

The shock you felt at thinking such a thing came on almost as quickly as the thought itself had, Stuff like that had never really been your thing. You weren’t even sure exactly what you were fantasizing about. Being captured? Powerless? Completely at his mercy? Under his control?

Maybe it was pavlovian. You’d been watching an awful lot of slasher movies lately, Eddie’s request, and it almost always ended with you being railed on the couch after burying your face in the warm solidity of his chest and breathing in the scent of his cologne when the movie got too scary.

Or maybe it was a lingering effect of all those videos floating around during Halloween of buff, shirtless guys wearing Ghostface masks, doing suggestive body rolls against door frames or their heads tilting as they strode towards you in that menacingly slow gait.

“Hey? You okay?”

You blinked rapidly, coming out of your daze when you realized Eddie was speaking. The knife had dropped to his side and he was watching you curiously with those big, rounded eyes.

“Huh? What did you say?”

He just smirked and you glanced down at the small plate in his hand he’d extended towards you. Sitting on it was a little pile of green pepper pieces he always gave to you as a snack whenever he cooked with one. It had been happening for years now, ever since the first time he saw you munching on the tops after he cut them off and set them to the side to be discarded.

“Oh, thanks. Sorry, I was just…”

You took the plate from him with shaky hands, setting it down next to you on the kitchen island. Your voice trailed off, brain having gone so fuzzy you couldn’t even come up with an explanation why you spaced out. Could you even tell him what you’d been thinking?

Eddie just smiled. He knew that look.

“What’s up, baby?” he asked, cocky as he leaned against the counter. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

You shook your head, unable to meet his gaze. Eyes darting madly up to look at the ceiling, the fridge—anywhere but at his face as your cheeks radiated with heat from the blood pumping underneath your skin.

“Come on, now,” he purred, all low and predatory. “Don’t be shy…what got you all worked up?”

You swallowed hard, your fingers now wrapped so tight around the edge of the countertop that you thought you might snap off a hunk of granite.

“It’s, um…the knife,” you finally said, letting your head drop to look almost guiltily at the floor.

Eddie’s brow lifted with interest as he raised the offending object and twisted it back and forth, the shiny blade flashing as it caught the light. It made your shoulders shake as a wave of shivers ran down your back, skittering over your skin.

“This knife? This one right here?”

He ran one finger slowly down its spine and even though you knew he wouldn’t cut himself toying with the safe edge, it made your pulse race and your thighs clench nonetheless.

“Don’t tease me,” you pleaded softly, glancing up at him through your lashes as your head hung in shame. Eddie chuckled.

“Sorry, sorry.”

He placed the knife down and moved to close the distance between you. He placed his palms down flat on the counter, caging you in with his arms. His head dipped to catch your gaze, forcing you to look into his eyes and see there wasn’t an ounce of judgment in the warm brown pools.

“I just didn’t know you were into that,” he said, the tip of his nose tracing the bridge of yours.

You shook your head. “Neither did I,” you murmured sheepishly.

“Well, I’ve never tried it before,” he admitted. His eyes were half-lidded now, staring raptly at your bottom lip as you gnawed at it. “But maybe tonight we can do some research?”

A soft gasp fell out of you as his lips pressed to the hinge of your jaw and then trailed on, further down your neck. You nodded fervently, breathless as you tipped your head back to grant him more access. More excited shivers ravaged you as he reached your collarbone and you exhaled a needy sigh as the tip of his tongue began to trace it.

“Hey, Eddie?” you whispered.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You, um….you still have that Ghostface mask?”

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spennsrs · 4 months

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schlatt x reader that loves schlatt when he's put on a couple pounds :(( reader holding him from behind and just kissing his back when he doesn't have a shirt on in the kitchen or smth. "you're so beautiful, yknow that?" i have brainrot ‼️‼️ schlatt not believing reader so reader just has to keep praising schlatt every chance they get so they keep leaving little post it notes around the mirror about his body :(((((

(\ (\ („• ֊ •„) ━O━O━━━━━━━━━ ・:。YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ︳jschlatt x reader drabble ︳fluff ︳self indulgent bc i jst wanna tell schlatt how handsome he is :(( also MY BFFIE REQUESTING <3 /p + reader can cook rly well and they Feed our boy well

the house was quiet, the bedroom dark with drawn curtains. it was late at night... or maybe early in the morning?

schlatt didn't know, and frankly, he didn't care. he couldn't sleep. he didn't even know why he was up still.

it was probably silly. maybe it was the cause of his recent insomnia. there were great things about having a significant other who could outcook even the likes of gordan ramsey. well, at least schlatt thought so. said great things include being well fed and eating incredible food.

but there were also bad things. well, bad thing. he did let his walls down a little when he and [y/n] started dating, yet he wasn't one to voice his insecurities often. his main insecurity was the reason he was staring at the full-length mirror on the back of the door into the bedroom.

his weight.

schlatt stares at himself in the reflective object shirtless, careful to not break the silence the night brought to the shared bedroom. reflections were a weird thing, mirrors in general were weird. maybe vampires were on the right track with the no reflection thing. his hand rests on his stomach, pushing, poking gently... he wasn't necessarily angry or unjustly sad, just as much as he wasn't.. happy with how he looked. with a soft sigh, his hand falls to his side again and his gaze never breaks from the mirror. his eyes over examine every part of his body visible to his gaze, and oddly enough... that's when he spots it, on the corner of the mirror. was that... a sticky note? multiple? his hand reaches up to gently yank the papers down, reading the handwriting.

'you are so absolutely amazing' 'you're beautiful the way you are, inside and out' 'do you realize how incredibly handsome you are?' 'if you could see what i see, maybe you would understand why it is so easy to love you for who you are'

schlatt felt like he was going to cry. no had ever said such... gentle words to him, nor had words ever touched him like this did. he kept reading the words, then rereading... it was almost too good to be true. he knew he was way lucky in the significant other department, scoring someone as fantastic as [y/n] was a mystery he would never understand, and chose not to.

a warm pair of hands draw him from his train of thoughts, jumping a bit as his eyes are drawn to the mirror before him. schlatt could see the familiar arms of his lover wrapped around him, their left wrist adorned with the silver bracelet he had gotten them for their two year anniversary.

"did i wake you, sleepyhead?"

his voice is soft, and it's tinged ever so slightly with emotion as his hand comes up, gently caressing their arm. there's some movement against his back, and he deciphers its his lover shaking their head. that's good, at least he didn't disturb them.

"you're beautiful, jay." schlatt feels his heart constrict at those words. of course they knew. they had a way of reading schlatt like a book, often picking up on his turmoil on certain topics before he even knew himself. a small smile tugs at his lips as he pats their arm. no words came from him, none needed to. "no matter what you look like, what you sound like, or what you do, you will always be beautiful to me, and i'll always love you."

and maybe... just maybe... in that moment, schlatt could let himself believe it was true, because the love of his life said so. who was he to deny their words?

#marnie's writings #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt #requested by :: yumiis !#alex my beloved /p #YOU ARE SO BIGBRAINED #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sandwich x reader

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beiq2y · 1 year

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BLUE LOCK BF HEADCANONS¡! ❞

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❅———————————❅———————————❅ ✎ includes : Barou, kunigami, nagi, reo, yukki/yukimiya, gagamaru!

✎ warnings : mentions of gagamaru shirtless LOL, bad attempts at humour once again! Kunigami might be ooc! I made him stutter LOL (I’m a horrible person), crack headcanons at the start and they are all JOKES. You can choose whether to take them seriously or not.

✎ Part 1

❅———————————❅———————————❅ CRACK HEADCANONS FIRST!

KUNIGAMI and BAROU are literal malewifes - like I’m talking cooking, cleaning, breakfast in bed, and defo taking care of u when u’re sick it’s so cute ( my type of man 😪)

i have strong reason to believe that the majority of ur dates with NAGI are js naps or sleepovers! Like pookie probably plays some video games in bed while you js rest ur head on his shoulder watching before you eventually fall asleep on his shoulder, and when he’s done he tucks u in and sleeps hugging u tight <33

REO SPOILS U SO BAD NO JOKE. Like bro is literally ur sugar bf.. but i feel like he is absolutely trash at gift giving. Like for someone who has had everyhting given to him, bro doesnt know the first thing abt giving other people stuff. Once gave you a human sized dancing cactus bc he said it reminded him of you.. what even

YUKKI drags you along to his modelling gigs - he tries his best to give u a roll in his shoots and these can range from a tree (yea, you just stood there in a tree suit while bro looked absolutely majestic) to his partner in shoots!

GAGAMARU once told you that he “knew a place” and while you were expecting a cute date at the park, bro pulled up with THE FOREST. Yall alm got killed by a bear twice but it was worth it to see hair down gagamaru catching fish in the lake with water dripping down from his hair to his abdomen and limbs🤭

❅———————————❅———————————❅ NOW LET’S BE FR..

KUNIGAMI wants to be a hero. But it’s never very hero-like ; the way he tries to look anywhere but your eyes when you’re near him, the way he hides behind the nearest object when you’re around “ if I can’t see them neither can they” being the only thing on his mind. And it definitely isn’t very hero-like when he stumbles over his words, voice trailing off as he begins to speak. “Well you see, I um.. i actuallly really uh, really well, like, you?..” (I HOPE THIS ISNT OOC I FEEL LIKE IT IS)

BAROU, even with all his talk about everyone else just being a mere supporting character, gives you a lead role in the play of his life, where you can be the queen, sitting on his throne where he gives you all the love and support you need.

NAGI thinks everything is a bore, well, everything but you. For some reason, the mere thought of you excites him ; more than games, more than soccer, more than anything. And maybe just this time, as he sees you walking down the hallway, he might be willing to actually work hard for something.

REO who has had everything handed to him on a silver platter, having everything he “liked” but never anything he “loved”. So when he meets you, he treats you like a goddess, placing you on a pedestal - one that he will always ensure rises above the rest. And he has so so so much love to give, his heart will literally be in ur hands :(

YUKKI is horrified to lose his eyesight permanently. Not because of soccer(tho it does play a major part in it) but because of you. The thought of never seeing you again - you who lights up his day with just a smile, you who looks like the sun as a human, and you who gives him life- it terrifies him. And on days when his eyesight gets a bit blurrier, expect him to pull you closer, inspecting every inch of your face, trying his best to engrave every minor detail into his memory.

GAGAMARU tries. he tries to change for you - tried to be more “human-like”, tried eating with his hands, and tried to improve his handwriting. but what he doesnt know is that you try too. try to make him realise, to make him see that he’s perfect just the way he is, every single so called “flaw” making him even more endearing, enticing you further.

❅———————————❅———————————❅ a/n : THE LONG AWAITED PART 2 IS HERE YAYAYAYYA omg I finally got back frm my holiday but here u go guys!! Also tysm for 55 (even tho 3 of u are sienna and her 5million blogs) followers I love all of u sm 🫶 as usual, hope I enjoy <3

©beiq2y 2k22 on tumblr, pls do not steal or repost my works!

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taggies ! (Ik yall didn’t ask to be tagged but deal with it xx)

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#beiq2y #blue lock x reader #kunigami x reader #barou x reader #blue lock headcanons #yukimiya x reader #yukki x reader #gagamaru x reader #nagi x reader #I LOVE NAGI WOOF WOOF BARK BARK GRR #reo x reader #if U’re seeing this U’re obligated to slide into my dms/ask box cmere pookie pie

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ladythornofrivia · 8 months

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endless reds and blues

Pair: Kakucho x Reader x Ran

Warnings: threesome, ran is charming, kakucho is aloof, but still sweet. Toxic drama, dreams, secrets, side characters are douchebags, attempted murder, violence, strong language, fluff.

a/n: i wanted to continue with this series also. After all, this series is the reason why i started posting here on tumblr. Can’t let it go to waste, and I love writing this story, but I’m having a hard time with plotline in the middle.

(Note: Report if someone decides to steal the synopsis and my story. And notify me. Thank you) ❤️

chapter seven: three is three

“Rise and shine, little mermaid,” a voice whispered into your ear.

“Get up, we’re hungry,” another voice said.

Groaning, your eyes blinded by the close up light, unveiling the tall silhouettes. With your eyes completely wide open, you spotted Ran and Kakucho, shirtless—beholds your eyes.

“Guys, what’s going on? I thought we’re having a sleepover,” you said, yawning. “You know, watching movies and whatnot. I’m not here to cook.”

Ran titled his head. “What are you talking about? We have a free day today during the weekend. I’ll even help you in the kitchen. Besides, you already have a sleepover without us.”

“Already?”

“Yeah, you silly mermaid,” Ran said, ruffling your bright, red hair. Gently, his fingers gripped slightly and trailed it downwards to the ends. When he looked into your eyes once more, his tongue clicked. “I guess we should change things up a little.”

Your face paled. “What?”

“You heard him,” Kakucho said with his folded arms. “Now take off your clothes.”

WHAT?!

Your hands instantly tucked your body over with a comfy blanket.

“You guys are insane, I am tired,” you told them, panicking.

“You heard Kakucho, little mermaid,” Ran said, inching his face closer to yours, nearly touching your lips with his. “Take off of your clothes. I want to see not only your beautiful face, but your beautiful body. I bet you taste good.” Ran produced a sound sucking from his lips and teeth, as if thirsty.

“Come on, red doll,” Kakucho said.

“Don’t say it like that, Kakucho,” Ran said. “You have to flirt better than that! You’ve got to do what I do, okay? Like this…”

Then Ran leaned in and plunged his kiss against yours. With his hand grabbed behind your neck, he pulled you in deeper, while his other hand grasped onto your waist. Meanwhile, Kakucho tucked his staggering breath in, his crotch tightened in between his pants. Kakucho grabbed his crotch and fondled, moaning while keeping his eyes on you and Ran

Ran unbuttoned his suit first, then unbuttoned your pajama pants, revealing your pink underwear.

“Ooh,” Ran began, “Look what we have here. Not only you have a cute face, but wearing a cute underwear to match your cute face.” He nipped his teeth against your lower lips and tugged it after another long kiss. “You’re way better than any girls I’ve fucked. Kakucho, here, he’s a virgin.”

Somehow you remember the weird encounter you have with Kakucho at your apartment building with him being shirtless and sweating, as if he was in a pornographic magazine.

“I don’t think he’s a virgin,” you told Ran.

“You’ve fucked him already?”

“No—no, I didn’t—”

“Ooh, I was just teasing. You’re still blushing, I see. I see that I still have good taste in women. A proper woman like you.” Ran kissed your neck, then unstrapped the spaghetti straps on your shoulders, revealing your breasts.

“Based on your reaction, you’re enjoying this,” Ran concluded.

Looking back at Kakucho, his pants came undone, his pants ambushed around his ankles. Taking a glimpse, you saw Kakucho getting hard at the sight of you.

When Ran had you lay down on your backside, a cool sheets pressed down against your warm skin.

As usual, Ran slid down your underwear painfully slow. But Kakucho shoved Ran out of the way and ripped your pink underwear and spread your legs far apart to lick your cunt. Somehow you managed to get your legs closed but Kakucho insisted on keeping them open, even removing your hand from blocking their soon-to-be favorite view.

“Relax, princess,” Kakucho said. “I’ll take good care of you.” Then plunged his lips to yours. Like Ran’s minty breath, Kakucho’s lips tasted sweet, smelled like coffee.

You love mint and you love coffee. Combining them altogether, you wanted a minted coffee drink.

“You like it, princess,” Kakucho said, ducking down to lick your wet folds. “I love you, (y/n). I don’t think I could live without tasting your beautiful pussy.”

Then he dove in, leaving you breathless. Clutching his hair, your head threw back with a breathless moan. As Ran climbed up onto the bed—his bed—and placed himself in front of you, shoving his cock into your mouth.

“Take it, my little mermaid. I knew you like the way you tasted my cock ever since you saw me naked by walking into the wrong room. I don’t mind you walking in on me anytime,” Ran said, thrusting with a heaving, pleasurable sigh.

After that, Ran and Kakucho took turns on pleasuring you through oral sex. By the time they came, both Ran and Kakucho dismounted from the bed and debated who’s better at fucking your mouth.

Blushing, you covered yourself up, watching them with a heaving chest.

Then both Ran and Kakucho looked at you attentively. And Ran spoke up. “So, do you like how fucked you?”

You swallowed, still tasting them.

“Is it good, princess,” Kakucho asked.

You said nothing, but stared at them in awe, not looking at their girth.

“I know you’re a virgin, sweetheart. So, which one of us wants to take your virginity?”

Staggered, you still looked at them in horror. You didn’t want to take your virginity just yet.

“What shall we do, Kakucho? This sweet girl is thirsty and still can’t decide who’s better at fucking.”

Kakucho stayed silent. “Let her decide on who she wants to ride more.”

“Shall we test that theory? After all, I like doing a hands-on experience. If I do get her pregnant, I’ll make sure I’ll be the best baby daddy ever.”

Then Kakucho climbed on top of you, with his hands placed on either side of your head. With his hardened cock aligned into your entrance, he said, “Tell me if you want to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” you blurted, not knowing why you said this.

“Hey, I want to join in on the fun!” Ran complained.

Suddenly your position switched. You in the middle while Kakucho is at the top and Ran at the bottom, clutching and kneading on your ass, massaging.

You wanted Ran and Kakucho do have their dicks inside you; they could see it in your eyes, so without hesitation, their cocks thrusted in, your cunt and you ass stretched out as you let out a pleasant groan, gyrating.

Giving an indication, Ran and Kakucho paced themselves until they spill the seed inside you and switched positions again. This time, Ran humped against your pussy and Kakucho rammed his cock in between your buttocks. The quiet room filled with erotic sounds until they spilled another cum inside you until they passed out with their cocks still in you.

*~~*~~*

Waking up with a sharp gasp after a long nap is already exhausting. Everyday seemed so normal comparing to the days where you get to spend with the boys. And dealing with their fangirls is bad enough as a last straw. Why on earth it has to be this way? Nevertheless, you get up and start your day.

~~~

How on earth could you dream something like that? It’s unusual and sensual. Seeing Ran and Kakucho in your dreams will be impossible on talking them today. You’re okay with the other members, but with Kakucho and Ran, you tried to find ways to avoid them all the day without raising suspicions.

When Ran approached you with a smile, you smiled back but your eyes averted away quickly.

“Something’s wrong, little mermaid?” Ran asked, his hand ran down to your hair, which made you flinched a little.

“No, nothing’s wrong,” you said with an awkward smile.

“Why struggling? Is there something that I did? You want a mint?” When you shook your head, Ran grabbed and ate a piece into his mouth.

Yes, in my dreams.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’ll call you later when I get to your place, okay?”

Ran nodded. “Sure!”

Before removing yourself away, you asked, “Did I accidentally walk in on you naked?”

Ran’s took a double take. “What?”

“Nothing! Have a nice day!” Then you fled back into the classroom, when you’re supposed to remember the contract that you made a deal with Kokonoi.

Rindou came over by Ran’s side. “Hey, bro. I got the phone number from this hot chick who supposedly is popular at a hostess club. Bro? Big bro?” His hand waved over Ran’s pale face. “Hey, what’s gotten into you?” he asked again, his hands rocked Ran back and forth by the shoulders.

Ran’s pale face suddenly went red. “Nothing!” Then fled back to their private lunch area.

Clueless, Rindou is baffled by Ran’s unusual reaction.

~~~

When Kakucho came by at your place to pick you up for a study session at Bonten’s place, you felt eerily quiet, even though everything that you have seen is nothing but a dream. Good thing his sports car doesn’t smell anything but coffee.

“So, how’s your day, princess,” he asked.

You flinched at the nickname he gave you. “Nothing special. I, uh, just having a rough time with my assignments.”

“I can help you if you like—”

“No thanks! I can handle it myself!”

Noticing the tight clutch onto your bag, Kakucho replied with, “Did I say something wrong, princess? We can discuss if you like. I’ll always be here if you need me with anything.”

Scratching your arm, your voice strained with, “I just need to find a quiet space to relax, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure, anything for you,” Kakucho said. “Say, do you like Starbucks? I could get us some coffee to drink and something to eat.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” you said, waving your hands in panic.

But it’s already too late. He ordered you a sweet caramel drink with whip cream and a glazed danish, while Kakucho ordered a hot cup of joe and two club sandwiches. He handed you one and told you that it’s okay to eat in his sports car. Nonetheless, you ate. Weirdly, you found everything strange. Why is everything so weird to me?

“I didn’t know you’re into coffee. I thought you’d be more like a guy who’s into energy drinks more.”

Kakucho shook his head. “I hate those kinds of crap.”

“Oh, yeah,” you concurred, without looking at him.

When he stopped at the building, before opening the car door, Kakucho had beaten you to it. With the silence prevailing, you’re unsure what to say to him next during the elevator.

“You’ve been acting strange since this morning. Even with Ran. Is there something going between you two?”

“No,” you answered. “I just feel overwhelmed because of the fangirls in the school. I just don’t want to be in the way.”

Kakucho scoffed. “If anything, it’s the other way around.” Then his nonchalance turned into seriousness. “Tell me what’s going on.” Then Kakucho walked towards you, making you back up into the wall with his hands pinned down at the sides of your head, trapping you.

“I told you, you can tell me anything. I do want to get to know you. More than anything.”

You gulped, averting your gaze.

“Anything?”

Unknowingly, Kakucho slithered his hand around your hips and pulled your waist close to his.

“Tell me, princess. I’ll make you feel better.”

By the time elevator stopped, the doors opened, revealing Ran standing and watching the events unfold.

Now Ran also wanted an explanation.

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mercurygguk · 2 years

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make you mine; drabble #4

➵ summary; taehyung and hoseok know jungkook hates sharing, causing the sight that meets them one morning to shock them more than anything.

pairing; jungkook x f. reader

rating; G

wc; 1.2k

genre; slice of life au

warnings; none, slight comedy tho

a/n; fourth mym drabble🫢 i really love this one and the vibe of it so pls tell me what you think and make sure to reblog!! enjoy <3

The sweet, slightly burned scent of pancakes is what wakes up Taehyung on a Monday morning. Thankfully he doesn’t have any classes until noon so it doesn’t take long for him to get out of bed, heading out of his bedroom to see if there’s a pancake or two for him to eat as well.

He meets Hoseok in the hallway, that same curious glint in his eyes as they face each other. Hoseok was woken up by the scent of pancakes too.

Truth be told, their youngest roommate has been cooking an awful lot of pancakes lately – the main reason being the fact that he’s in love and pancakes happen to be his girlfriend’s favorite breakfast if there’s time for it.

Today seems like one of those days and Taehyung is thanking the gods above.

However, the sight that meets him when he enters the living room slash kitchen area of their 5-bedroom apartment has him halting in his steps. Hoseok bumps into him from behind, a grumbling ‘dude’ leaving him as he collects himself from the collision.

“Why did you stop? The pancakes are literally right there, man.”

Taehyung shushes him and points to the kitchen, muttering a low, “look.”

Hoseok peeps around Taehyung, following the line of his pointing finger. His eyes widen when he sees what caused Taehyung to stop in the middle of the living room. Right there by the kitchen island sits their roommate, shirtless with messy bed hair. Next to him sits his girlfriend of barely a month and a half.

The fact that she’s here and practically half naked is not the shocking part – no, the shocking part is the fact that she’s wearing Jungkook’s favorite hoodie and she’s eating strawberries off his plate. The worst part is that Jungkook doesn’t even swat her hand away, he just watches her with a lovesick, whipped smile on his face, laughing at her when she leans in and pecks his lips while also stealing another strawberry from his plate.

Jungkook is a man of many talents and qualities; however, sharing is not one of them. Taehyung and Hoseok’s youngest roommate hates sharing, like he absolutely hates it. You want to borrow a shirt? Forget about it, he won’t let you near his closet. You want to taste his food? Watch out, he’ll bite your hand off. Your booty call is sleeping in your bed and you don't want to sleep next to her? Too bad, it’s not Jungkook’s problem.

Sharing is not a word in Jungkook’s vocabulary and yet – there he is, letting her use his favorite hoodie and steal food off his plate.

Taehyung and Hoseok must still be asleep. There’s just no way this is reality.

“Alright, I gotta get dressed,” you speak before popping yet another strawberry from his plate into your mouth. Jungkook watches you as you jump off the bar stool, a small frown on his lips. You smile at him as you cup his face, leaning in to kiss his lips one more time before turning on your heel. Your smile widens when you spot Taehyung and Hoseok.

“Oh, morning, guys!”

They both smile awkwardly at you as you make your way towards Jungkook’s bedroom, still smiling at them as you pass by them on your way. Once you’re out of hearing reach, behind Jungkook’s closed door, Taehyung and Hoseok move out of their frozen spot by the couch.

“Dude, are you okay?”

The question rolls off Taehyung’s tongue before he can think about it, the tone of his voice sounding slightly worried as he plops down on the bar stool you were in previously.

Jungkook’s eyebrows knit together at his question, “what do you mean?”

Hoseok butts in, “oh, come on, can’t you see it? You’re letting her wear your hoodie, your favorite hoodie!”

The youngest shrugs, “so?”

“My god, you’re so fucking whipped,” Taehyung chuckles, “you never share anything with anyone.”

“What are you talking about? I share?” Jungkook frowns.

The exact same look Taehyung and Hoseok give Jungkook lets him know that they have a different opinion on that. But to be honest, Jungkook has no idea what they’re referring to. Jungkook knows how to share… right?

“Oh, yeah?” Hoseok scoffs, “remember last year when I ran out of clean hoodies and asked if I could borrow one of yours?”

Not a single sign of realization flashes over Jungkook’s face, causing Taehyung to sigh, “you went on a rant about how Hoseok ‘should learn to do the laundry once in a while’ instead of just borrowing him one of yours like everyone else would.”

“I’m-“ Jungkook tries to think of an excuse for that episode but nothing comes to mind. The only reason for him to not lend his friend a hoodie was the fact that Jungkook just didn’t want to lend his hoodie out.

Nothing more, nothing less.

“And there was that one time during freshman year where Jimin asked if he could have one of your fries,” Hoseok continued, a huffed laugh leaving him, “if only looks could kill… just saying.”

Jungkook sighs, “okay, fine, maybe I’m not big on sharing-“

“You don’t say.”

“Maybe?”

Taehyung and Hoseok mumble their responses under their breaths, just loud enough for Jungkook to hear them. He shoots them both a glare before continuing, “but what does that have to do with my girlfriend wearing my hoodie?”

“Nothing,” Taehyung shrugs, “other than the fact that you’re whipped for her and it’s disgusting to watch.”

Jungkook scoffs softly, taking a bite of his half-eaten pancakes, “are you sure you’re not just jealous?”

“Dude, you even let her eat your food- no one is ever allowed to eat from your plate,” Hoseok points out, gesturing to Jungkook’s breakfast. To prove his point, Hoseok tries to snatch a blueberry but he doesn’t get that far before Jungkook swats his hand away.

“Not if they like breathing,” Jungkook grumbles, glaring at Hoseok.

“And you just proved my point.”

Taehyung places a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze. “Listen, we’re happy for you but we’re not gonna lie… it’s kinda scary to watch.”

“What’s scary to watch?”

All three of the guys jump in their spots at the sound of your voice. Now fully dressed to head to class, you step closer to Jungkook, smiling when he automatically wraps his arm around you to pull you closer to his side.

“You’re changing our son, ____, and we’re worried,” Taehyung frowns, wiping away an imaginary tear. Next to you, Jungkook sighs deeply.

“They think it’s weird that I’m letting you wear my favorite hoodie and steal food off my plate,” he explains, “I usually don’t share.”

A soft ‘oh’ leaves you as you glance at your boyfriend’s roommates. They jut out their bottom lips in pouts but it doesn’t faze you. You know they’re not actually worried, they’re just shocked to see that Jungkook likes sharing with someone who’s not them.

“It’s called girlfriend privilege, guys,” you smirk softly. “Look it up.”

Jungkook tilts his head once before nodding in agreement, feeling bound to agree with the truth. His friends are telling the truth, sharing really isn’t Jungkook’s strongest quality but when it comes to you?

He’ll share everything.

“And we as roommates have no privilege?” Taehyung asks.

“Nope.”

Jungkook grins when his friends groan softly, shoulders slumping in defeat.

“We did make you guys some pancakes though,” you butt in, “they’re in the oven.”

“Oh, thank god.”

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aftmostreaper · 4 months

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Morning Memories (Cypher x Male Reader)

Memories of what had happened swim across his mind as he makes breakfast

its been some time since i written somethin, but i still hope you like it

Fluffy and stuff:)

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The morning sun shone through the curtained windows, seeping into the small kitchen where a man stood in front of the stove, humming to himself as the sun kissed his shirtless torso, the scars from his previous occupation littering across the surface.

He smiles as he pours the pancake batter onto the heated stove, turning around to look at the clock as he waits for the side to cook. He taps his fingers on the countertop to the beat of a song lost in time, fond memories of his past as an agent working along with his crew swimming across his mind.

“So tell me, what made you want to join this protocol?”

The masked man in front of me asked as he moved his pawn forward, his gloved fingers dragging the piece across the board, his ‘eyes’ never leaving mine

I chuckled and moved my horse, raising the piece up before placing it down.

“I got a phone call from an old friend”

“Brimstone? Well, that isn't a surprise, but why did you agree in the first place?”

He leaned in closer. Eyes still burning into mine. As he moved another piece.

I casually shrugged, countering his advance with a rook

“I have my reasons”

It was times like this that the man remembered fondly, the small times when he and his husband met and interacted and talked like normal people, calm and enjoying each other’s presence.

But not all memories are always positive. And in their line of work, there were not many.

The symphony of gunfire rang across the dry and sandy air. The sun blazing down along with the bullets. Radiant abilities were thrown and radiant tech was scattered along the site.

He held his gun close to his chest, ignoring the searing pain in his leg, he pressed the earpiece.

“Enemy Jett B site, got nicked in the leg. Hearing 2 more footsteps” he said through gritted teeth before pulling out a flash grenade “Flashing” he yelled and threw it into the air, the blinding light giving him cover to back away into Hall

“Need backup” but he was met with static “Fuck” he cursed and ran up to elbow. Catching jett off guard as she dashed up to the air and into site. It didn't take long before a bullet was shot into her head.

Ducking behind cover, he didn't have time to catch his breath before the screech of a hawk echoed into the air and a blinding light filled his vision. He gasped and tried to recover as more footsteps approached the site.

He held his breath, listening to the sandy footsteps, as he held his gun close to his chest.

That was when the familiar sound of the spike being planted pounded across the sand.

He was under the pressure of time.

“Coming up behind them through window”

The voice of his comrade echoed silently in his earpiece. Momentary relief filled his head as he threw another flash grenade outside the opening, a shot rang in the air.

“Skye down”

The beeping of the spike rang faster.

“You should run”

The enemy Killjoy placed her device, a sea of lights dancing across the walls as the neon dome formed above them.

“She is behind the radianite boxes, spike is in front of site”

Cypher’s voice once again echoed.

I nodded, pushing up to elbow, shooting at the nanoswarms littering around the spike. The beeping became faster as the lights pulsed quicker.

I ran towards the radianite boxes, cypher ran towards the spike the diffuser in his hand. I pulled out my gun and swung. Crosshair pointed at Killjoy’s head, and hers pointed to mine. A second didn't last before 2 shots rang with the lights and beeps.

Blood splattered the sand as two bodies fell to the ground. The lights went dark, the beeping stopped and a loud shout echoed with the dry winds.

He was at the medical bay for a few weeks after that. The damage to his head was quite severe and Sage needed multiple sessions and healing orbs to try to heal his brain and head together.

And the person who stood beside him through the weeks and more months of recovery was no other than Cypher. His scarred hand is always there to guide his comrade back to full health.

The details were after a lot. Fighting, misunderstandings, and therapy for both of them and their pasts. But in the end, they still got together.

The man’s smile got softer as he added another pancake to the pile, His gaze drifting to the ring on his finger. The memories of the starry night bring a sparkle to his eyes.

“Amir” I looked up at him as I got down on one knee, my heart beating loudly in my chest as I fished out the red box from my pocket, opening it to reveal the ring glistening under the starry moonlight “Will you marry me?”

I hopefully looked up to his shocked eyes, realization quickly setting in as he tackled me to the ground, burying his head into my shoulder and muttering “I do” repeatedly before bending back to look at me.

The kiss we shared that night was nothing short of passionate and full of love. Eyes twinkling in adoration as we settled under the moonlight.

The wedding was small and sweet, the guests only being that of the members of the protocol and a few close friends and family members.

The honeymoon was….

The man chuckled to himself, touching the nape of his neck as he remembered the events that night.

It had been years since they became a couple. Time passed by as they soon retired, having enough money to comfortably live on a peaceful farm in the countryside until death came knocking at their door.

But before he could dwell on those thoughts and memories. The door to their shared bedroom opened and a set of footsteps soon stopped at the doorway behind him.

The man turned around and looked at his husband, his mature features being kissed by the morning sun. A smile quickly grew on his face as he set the second stack of pancakes down at the table.

“Good morning, Love” he greeted, Turning around to grab their morning drinks and setting them at the table.

He was met with a small and sweet “Good Morning” before the other approached and gave him a peck on the lips. They looked at each other’s sparkling eyes before kissing once again and sitting down at the table.

They ate their breakfast in relative peace, talking about what they were going to do the day and the days after. And that was when a notification popped up in the man’s phone, his smile quickly growing wider.

“What is it?” Amir asked as he took a bite from his pancake

“The adoption agency said that we could adopt her”

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Hope you liked it, i just started playing valo again so yah:3

#male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #fanfic #valorant-x-reader #valorant fanfiction #valorant #writing #cypher x reader #valorant cypher #cypher x male reader

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babygirldabi · 1 year

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Runaway Part 2

CW: MDNI, 18+ themes, porn without much of a plot, f!reader, mentions of domestic abuse, oral sex, hard sex, degradation, praise, Daddy kink, creampie, This took a minute so you better like it, fair warning that I didn’t do a ton of editing, might do a part 3, who knows

Your first couple of days with the League are awful. Shigaraki and Dabi interrogate you until you’re blue in the face. Shigaraki goes into a deep dive on the internet, reading every detail of your life that the media has had any inkling of. After you’ve had to recount every bit of your abusive marriage, again, hear yourself explain how you’re basically a total failure to Hero society, again, Shigaraki puts you on what he kindly refers to as “bitch duty.” You cook, you clean, you keep your mouth shut- you assume that this is a hazing of some sort and just go along with it. The league members come and go as they please, all without a word to you except to give you another order (Though Toga throws you winks and secret smiles at least three times a day), all except Dabi, who you know Shigaraki has put on “bitch babysitting duty”. As you scrub the floors, wash dishes, dust and mop, Dabi lounges around headquarters, trying to pretend he’s not watching your every move. After his coldness following the hookup, you two don’t speak much, which only makes this more awkward. It’s better than being dead, you reason, and it’s better than being stuck in your marriage, worried for your life. At least here, the rules are clear and concise; follow orders, prove yourself, and you can live. Maybe you can even help, eventually.

Dabi mostly stays on the couch or putters around his room, smoking, flipping through magazines, watching tv, glancing at you whenever your downcast eyes are focused on something other than him. He’s not thrilled with the babysitting duty, but keeps telling himself that it’s only temporary. He misses being out on the streets, causing mayhem, chasing pussy. This is a temporary annoyance, he tells himself, heaving a sigh as he flips a page in whatever bullshit magazine he’s reading now. Think of it like a vacation.

The thing is, Dabi cannot stop fucking thinking about you.

He would never admit it out loud; it sounds pathetic even when he’s just thinking it. He’s used to hook-ups and then kick-outs, never worrying about any girl he might fuck by the time he’s done cumming in her. But you, you can’t leave. You live here now. And you’re so different from any other girl he’s fucked, you’re not some villain-chaser from the street. You’re educated, you’re smart, you’re strong- he can see all that and he’s known you for about five seconds. He can’t stop thinking about the sounds you make when you come unglued, how tight you were, how you bounced on his cock. In fact, he’s had to take several trips to the bathroom over the last few days to fuck his fist in private over it. He’s a fucking mess, and it’s embarrassing, but he can’t stop thinking about the next time he can work his way into your cunt, make you say his name.

Your first couple of nights, you slept in his bed alone, and he chose to sleep against the door to ensure you weren’t going to bolt. But his fucking back hurts, and the floor isn’t getting any softer. That’s why, around 11 pm, when Shigaraki finally dismisses you for the night and you come into the room, he has himself situated very carefully on one side of the bed.

You pause in the doorway, hand freezing in the spot where it was rubbing the back of your neck, and take him in, shirtless, smoking a cigarette and reading a book as though this is a normal bedtime routine for the two of you. You don’t say anything until he offers you a wry smile and pats the empty side of the bed.

“Bedtime, dear,” he drawls. “Turn off the light.”

Slowly, you reach over and flip the switch, flooding the room in darkness, and shut the door behind you. “I thought you were gonna be on the floor again,” you mumble. Clumsily, feeling him watch you, you begin to undress, turning away from him towards the door and shedding the clothes that Toga has lent you.

“I was going to, but my back is killing me from the floor, and not for nothing, I don’t think you’re gonna try and leave, considering you have absolutely nowhere to go.” He smiles as you throw a glare at him, but keep your mouth shut, because, after all, he’s right. He continues, “and i don’t want to be hobbling tomorrow for your first mission.” He waits for you to process this, watching as you step into Toga’s sweatpants and yank a thin tank top over your head.

You spin to face him. “My first…?”

“Surprise.” he flashes you a blindingly white smile that you can see even in the dimness. “Shig decided that your third day will be a test. He wants to see how you do out on the streets.”

“Wow,” you mutter, undoing your bun to fix your hair and put it up more securely.

“Of course, you know that if you try to run, or otherwise fuck us, we have to kill you,” he adds, conversationally, but there’s an edge to his voice that makes you shiver.

“I know.”

“Good. Well,” his voice suddenly brightens. “Bedtime. You need your rest.” He’s half-mocking you, and you roll your eyes as you gingerly climb into your half of the narrow bed and pull the covers around your shoulders.

“Nice and cozy,” he chuckles, then turns on his side so that your backs are facing one another. “I can’t wait for you to get your own fucking room.”

Same here, you try to say, but the day has worn you out, and you’re asleep before you can actually formulate a response.

An indiscriminate amount of time later, you wake up suddenly. It’s still nighttime; the streetlights flood the room, and you can’t figure out why you’re filled with anxiety before you realize that Dabi has wrapped himself around you in his sleep, and something is wrong.

His face, the little bit that you can see, is tucked against your chest and contorted; his body twitches against you, fingers squeezing at your waist; his chest heaves.

“Dabi- Dabi? Wake up-” gingerly, you reach down to shake his shoulder softly. “Dabi, I think you’re having a nightmare, wake up-”

“No,” he moans, turning his face up to yours, you can see how desperately he’s trying to pull himself out of the dream. “Stop-”

His arms wrap around you tighter, cutting off your breathing, making you gasp. The wind is knocked out of you, and you shake his shoulder again, a little harder. “Dabi, please- I can’t breathe-”

His eyes fly open to meet yours, and he lets you go immediately, swearing as he sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed so that his back is to you. His shoulders heave as he catches his breath, wiping sweat from his forehead.

You sit up, leaning on your elbow, wanting to reach out to touch him and check in, but fully aware that it would be a dangerous move to make. You both sit in silence for a couple minutes in the dark, listening as his breathing slows to normal.

“Are you okay?” you finally whisper. You can’t bring yourself to touch him.

Still facing away from you, one long arm snakes out to the bedside table and grabs an open pack of cigarettes. The blue flame from his index finger briefly throws shadows around the room as he lights up, taking a long drag.

He’s silent for so long, you’re beginning to think he didn’t hear you. Finally, he mutters, “yeah.”

“You’re okay?”

“I said yeah.”

“Do you need anything…?”

“I need my own room back.” It comes out harsher than he wants it to, and he feels you cringe away from him, sitting up and grabbing your pillow.

“‘M sorry. I can sleep on the floor,” you offer, as he turns to face you and grabs your wrist, preventing you from actually getting up.

“You’re not sleeping on the floor.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have to either, this is your room-”

“Neither of us are sleeping on the floor,” he says firmly, still avoiding your eyes as he takes another drag of his cigarette. He’s embarrassed, you realize, trying to take some control of the situation. You fall silent, letting him take charge.

“Lay down,” he mutters, stubbing his cigarette into the ashtray. “Go back to sleep.” You comply, laying down against the worn sheets, resuming your position on your side, but your heart is still pounding from the scare, adrenaline coursing through you. He stands and heads for the front room, making a beeline for the bar and downing a glass of whiskey in the dark before getting back into bed.

The bed creaks as he lays back down, the room silent except for the sounds of breathing. Dabi lays on his back, staring at the ceiling, trying to ground himself back to reality after whatever happened in his nightmare. Afraid to move at all, you stay on your side, hugging a pillow to your chest and staring out the window for what feels like forever.

Finally, you feel Dabi shift in the bed and feel a wave of relief; he’s asleep again, you can relax.

And then you feel Dabi’s fingers ghosting over your hip. You freeze as they dance over your hip, down your side, spreading warm across your ass, cupping each cheek before moving back up to caress your thigh. Even though you’re still overcoming the fear from before, you can’t help but enjoy his touch. It’s soft, so soft that it’s dangerous. Warmth pools between your legs.

Before you can ask, Dabi pushes on your shoulder, pressing your back into the mattress and rolling on top of you to crush his mouth to yours.

“Wha-” you mumble, cut off as his tongue sweeps across your lips.

“Can’t sleep,” he mutters, tugging your sweatpants down insistently. You hesitate, lips frozen against his as he pulls on the soft fabric, feel the cold drafts of the room coming up around your ankles, between your thighs. Dabi feels you debating with yourself and pulls back, putting one hand to your chin and guiding you up to meet his eyes.

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop,” he breathes.

The thing is, despite the last few days, the tension, trying to adjust to a whole new life, you can’t stop thinking about Dabi’s hands, his mouth, his cock. It’s actually humiliating how much you’ve thought of it, of letting him fuck you again. You’ve been chiding yourself for days now, reminding you that Dabi is a literal villain and is not looking for something- what’s the word? Ugh, ongoing. Guys like Dabi don’t go for more than a one night stand. You’ve been telling yourself over and over again that this was a one time thing, but now Dabi is on top of you, frantically tugging at your clothes, trying to get closer to you. The swell of his cock is pressing through his own sweatpants and you sigh your permission as he grinds against you, brushing against your clit.

“Good girl,” Dabi chuckles, eyes alight as he slips out of his pants and bites into your neck, making you whine. You expect him to settle between your thighs, but instead he seizes you by the hips, pulling you to the edge of the bed in one swift movement, ignoring your squeak of surprise. Kneeling on the floor, he parts your thighs and dives between them, giving soft bites and kisses intermittently as he works his way towards your cunt.

“Wanna taste you,” he mutters, one hand parting your folds to admire you. You pant in anticipation as he takes his time, eyes lingering on your clit, before circling it once with his thumb. Your body responds unabashedly, your back arching as you press into his touch, nipples hardening, and all you can think is more, more, more. With a smug laugh, Dabi leans in and licks a stripe all the way up your cunt, body humming in approval.

“So good. Such a mess for me,” he whispers, spreading your thighs further apart as he begins to lap at your cunt. His tongue is long, mind-blowingly strong as he inserts it inside you and begins to tongue-fuck you. You try your hardest to stay sitting up, trying to watch as his mouth begins to unravel you, but it’s too much. You let yourself fall back against the mattress, throwing your head back as your legs open wider for him, fingers carding through his hair as he takes your swollen clit into his mouth and sucks.

“Dabi- Christ- I-hah,” you can’t even speak, giving in to his ministrations and thrusting yourself against his face, openly begging for more. When you peek back between your legs, you see Dabi watching you, his eyes dark and hooded, and you know what he wants.

And aren’t you a sight to see. Your cheeks are rosy, a flush that has spread not only across your face but down to your collarbone, mouth open, chest heaving as you pant, grinding against his mouth shamelessly as he makes a mess of you. Dabi rarely offers this service to anyone, but he’s been dreaming about what you taste like for days. He can’t wait for you to fall apart, to feel you clench and shake against his tongue.

You can feel yourself inching closer to your orgasm, and it makes you reckless, greedy. You grind harder against him, listen to him moan against your clit in approval.

“Please- please, Dabi, ‘m gonna cum, don’t stop-”

He reaches up in response to cup your breasts, pinching the nipples between his fingers, making you mewl piteously.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me,” he murmurs, and you explode, gushing against his mouth as you cry out, twitching as he hums his approval against your slit, rubbing your clit gently as you tremble against him.

“So good, baby. So fucking good,” he coos, snaking his way back onto the bed and settling in next to you, running his hands up and down your body. “I need you to help me, now.”

Of course, you think vaguely, that’s only fair. Before you can respond out loud, Dabi is pulling you up by your shoulders, gently pushing you off the bed. “Your turn to kneel,” he whispers, and you comply, settling against your heels on the cold floor, looking up to him for guidance. At this point, you’re so compliant that you will do anything for him- anything. You look up at him with wide eyes as he pumps his cock in front of you, take in his slightly parted lips, the way his chest is rising and falling rapidly in anticipation. “Open your mouth, baby. Open it wide. Stick your tongue out for me.”

You do, and are rewarded by a loud groan as he taps your tongue with his cock a few times- it’s so thick and heavy and warm- this is something you’ve only seen in porn, but always thought was kinda hot. You whimper as his dick seems to get even harder, and he lets out a deep sigh. “Suck my cock like a good girl,” he orders, and you comply, tucking your teeth behind your lips and taking as much of him into your mouth as you can.

“Oh, fuck…” he breathes, chest hitching as he watches you bob your head against him, sucking gently as you take him to the back of your throat. “That’s a good girl. Didn’t know you could give head like a whore.” Without warning, he pushes your head down so that you can feel him in your throat, automatically gagging against him. “Take it, baby. I know you can,” he groans, and begins to fuck your throat mercilessly.

You let him take charge, trying to keep your throat relaxed for him, relieved when he lifts you off of him a few times to let you breathe before going back to face fucking you. You’re rewarded by the absolutely fucking sinful sounds that come out of his mouth; nothing you’ve heard yet, his usual cool demeanor going up in smoke as he plunges himself into your throat again and again.

“Look at me,” he hisses, and you do, eyes shooting to his obediently as he slams against your lips, spit puddling at the corners of your mouth, your cunt getting wetter by the second. He notices as you twitch from your place on the floor, pressing your thighs together to relieve the ache in your lower belly. “Touch yourself,” he groans, still pumping against your lips. “Touch your slutty little pussy for me while you take this cock.”

Almost crying in relief, your hand darts to your cunt and begins to rub, circling your clit before you shove two fingers inside yourself and curl them, looking for that sweet spot. You already want to cum again, so wrapped up in the sounds ripping their way out of Dabi’s throat, intoxicated by the fact that you’re the one unraveling him.

When he slides his dick out of your mouth so you can take a breath, you choke out your plea; “please fuck me. Need it so bad-”

“Yeah? You want met to fuck you, baby?” Dabi seizes your arms, hauling you upright and tossing you onto the bed as though you’re a rag doll. “Want to get pounded like a good little fucking whore, huh?”

You whimper a soft little “yes, please,” and Dabi thinks he might bust right then and there. He climbs on top of you, hips already bucking. When his dick begins to rub against your cunt, you whine, letting your hands settle on his shoulders as he teases you, your legs spreading wide beneath him.

“This pussy is so fucking good, baby. Can’t stop thinking about it,” he groans, fucking his way into you with shallow thrusts that bring pretty noises tripping from your lips.

“Ye-e-e-sss,” he snarls, pushing himself further until he bottoms out and you whine into his neck. “Fuck.”

“Fuck- Dabi,” you whine, grinding against him as he pauses, rock hard inside you. As soon as his name falls from your lips, he snatches your face between his fingers, causing your eyes to shoot towards his.

His eyes are glowing coals. “What’s my name?” He snaps.

“Daddy,” you whimper, still rocking in search of friction. “Daddy.”

“That’s my good little cumslut.” Dabi begins to thrust, pounding into you like his life depends on it, his fingers digging into the plush of your hips, nipping at your neck, your breasts. He begins to suck on your skin, leaving a little trail of deep purple marks trailing from your ear to your chest, a constellation of bruises that sting and make you wetter at the same time. You whine as he fucks you deep, choking on moans and stuttering breaths as your hips begin to match his pace. “Oh, jesus-fuck, Daddy,” you cry out, feeling yourself tighten around him. “Gonna-’m gonna cum, gonna fuckin-”

“I know, baby, let it out,” He gasps into your ear, knowing he won’t last another thirty seconds. Your body twitches as you explode around him, wrapping your legs around his waist as your second orgasm takes you, babbling nonsense into his neck.

Dabi follows your high quickly, biting down on your shoulder hard enough to make you cry out as he gushes inside you, painting your walls with thick, creamy cum.

“Mmmmfff. Fuck,” he groans, panting against your neck as his cock twitches inside you. You are exhausted, your two orgasms catching up to you as he pulls himself out of you, parting your folds to admire your swollen, dripping cunt.

“Good girl,” he says softly, but you don’t have the energy to answer him. “You okay?” he asks huskily, waiting for you to nod, then picks you up easily, returning you to your side of the bed.

This is nothing like the cold Dabi you experienced last time, you think sleepily, as he lays you against the sheets and covers you with a blanket. You don’t know what this is, but you’re not complaining. You can barely keep your eyes open, and allow him to tuck you in.

“Now we’ll both sleep,” you hear him say, as if from far, far away. You fall asleep before you can think of an answer.

When you next open your eyes, sunlight is streaming in through the window, blindingly bright. You wince and turn over, hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep before a League member needs you to shine their shoes, or whatever other bullshit tasks that they may have for you today.

Then you remember what Dabi said. Today is your first mission.

Your eyes fly open and find themselves staring into Dabi’s blue ones, inches from your own. You swallow a gasp of surprise and watch as a slow, easy smile quirks up at the corners of his lips.

“Morning, sunshine. Hope you’re ready for today.”

#touya #touya x you #touya x reader #dabi #dabi smut #MHA smut #league of villains x reader

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ironstrange1991 · 2 years

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Lazy Day

+18 Smut / Fluffy

Pairing: Defender!Strange x Fem!Reader (Established relationship)

Synopsis: Stephen decides he needs to spend more time with the reader and make up for being such a busy man.

Warnings: Sexual content: Oral sex (Male receiving), Masturbation (Both receiving), Slight female dominance, Choking, P in V.

Word Count: 2,700k

A/N: Super fluffly and super smutty. Defender Strange being a sub just the way we like him to be. Same pair from Let Me Take Care of You and Give Me Some Attention.

As usual I would like to remind you that english is not my first language so this will probably have some grammatical mistakes here and there but I hope it doesnt spoil your experience.

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It was Saturday and Stephen promised to spend the day with you. Wong agreed to take care of things for a day and as everything went smoothly, he gave in to your request. He knew your complaints that he was working too much and spending too little time with you were fair. Sometimes he felt guilty, but his responsibilities as Sorcerer Supreme weren't like any other job he could just take a vacation from.

You understood that. Your complaints were more because you missed him than because you were angry with him. You were almost never mad at Stephen, at least not really.

You admired him. You admired his work. You admired how amazing he was at everything. Could it be him being a super powerful sorcerer and protector of reality or simply a great cook and poetry reciter. Everything Stephen did was masterfully and that was beyond many things, super sexy.

Stephen wasn't in bed when you woke up. Of course, he was used to waking up very early and past 9am you'd imagine he was already freaking out from the idle time. Maybe he even slipped into the Sanctum while you slept to make sure everything was all right. You got up stretching and after brushing your teeth and doing your morning skincare ritual, you went downstairs after him.

You weren't surprised when you found him in the kitchen making breakfast. Without making a sound, you leaned your head against the doorframe and stood there for a second watching him.

He wore sweatpants, was barefoot and shirtless. His hair was tied up in a bun, a few strands falling over his face. You sighed thinking that no man in the world could be more handsome than your Stephen.

"I know what you're doing"

He said, his voice a little huskier than usual.

“I'm just admiring the view.”

You said walking to him and hugging him from behind, standing on tiptoe to place a kiss on his shoulder.

“Good morning to you too” He chuckled turning off the heat after frying the last pancake. He had cooked eggs and bacon too.

“What have I done to deserve you, Defender Strange?”

He turned to face you and held your face in his hands

“I ask the same question every day.”

He kissed your lips and it was so easy to get lost in those lips. Soon, what was just a good morning kiss became a wet, passionate kiss.

He walked away “Your breakfast will get cold.”

You smiled and helped him set the table. The two of you ate together and you found yourself thinking you had no idea when was the last time you had breakfast with Stephen. He always woke up before you, even on weekdays, when you woke up to go to work he was already gone and on weekends you could stay in bed late, he always had a reason to get up early, always something or someone who needed his attention.

“So, what are the plans for today?” You asked and he smiled.

“No plans. I am all yours. What do you want to do?”

You thought for a moment “Watch Netflix, maybe.”

He raised an eyebrow as he picked up the plates and cups

“I thought you might want to go out.”

You sighed watching him put the dishes in the dishwasher and organize everything. How could he be so perfect even in housework?

You looked out the window “It's raining! I just want to cuddle with you on the couch without worrying about anything else. That's my idea of a perfect day.”

“No sex?” He asked coming towards you and pulling you out of the chair, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Maybe, if you behave and deserve it” You replied with a smirk.

He kissed your cheek and deliberately rubbed his beard on your neck making you shiver

“Or maybe I better not behave so you have to punish me.”

You bit your bottom lip “You're such a sub sometimes.”

He smirked “Just for you. You know what you do to me.”

“Well, I'm not complaining.” You kissed his lips, but this time you were the one who pulled away.

Convincing Stephen to watch your shows with you was a Herculean task. First, because he never had time to watch anything and when he did find time, he complained about whatever you chose.

Perfect as he was, still Stephen had a knack for pissing you off at times and you wanted to kill him when he pointed out flaws in a movie or series you liked, but as surprising as it was, he wasn't opposed to watching Stranger Things with you and soon the two of you were cuddled lying on the couch.

He positioned himself behind you with his arm tight around your waist, his leg entwined in yours. You held his hand, lacing your fingers through his, caressing and tracing the scars lightly. You didn't even realize you were doing that, but he noticed that you had a special affection for his hands and in the begining that made him uncomfortable, his hands were his weakness, but after a while he understood that that was your way of showing love for them.

Stephen was always amazed at how you could get lost in stories like that. He actually thought it was cute, although he had no interest in it at all, but seeing you jump in fright or put your hand to your mouth in surprise at some event on screen made him laugh, not at you, but for you. In a life as troubled as his, with so many responsibilities, where one mistake could mean the death of countless lives, you brought lightness to him. Moments like that kept him sane.

You were the bridge that took him to normality and as much as he thought he had given up on that when he became a master of the mystic arts and later Sorcerer Supreme, he realized how much he needed that normalcy when he met you. However, that didn't change the fact that he was bored by all that story.

Without holding back, he started kissing your shoulder, his lips moving up your neck and making you shiver. He made it a challenge: how much effort would it take to make you lose interest altogether and become interested in other forms of entertainment he could gladly offer you? He freed his hand from yours and caressed your side lightly over the pajamas you were wearing and lightly bit your ear, rubbing the beard on your neck. He knew it always worked for you and he smiled with satisfaction when you shivered at the touch.

“Stephen... I know what you're doing”

He hummed innocently and went back to rubbing his beard on you, his hand moving down your thigh and squeezing gently. You kept staring at the TV so as not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you give in so easily, but you were hardly paying attention to the events unfolding on the screen.

He lowered his hand caressing your ass and continued lowering it getting inside your shorts. He used the leg that was between yours to force you open wider and he caressed that warm and velvet spot over your panties. He buried his face between your neck and your shoulders and bit lightly and you sighed making an adorable noise that made his cock throb.

By then he was totally hard and made sure you noticed it rubbing his hip against your ass and squeezing you against him.

You could feel your body responding to his advances, but you were convinced not to give in and continue with that little game of yours.

He sighed heavily in your ear, bringing his hand to your breast, caressing it through your blouse and feeling your nipple hardening at his touch. “Come on baby, I know you want me. I can smell it on you.”

You felt your skin prickling at the sound of his voice and you moaned softly, deliberately moving your hips to rub his shaft.

“You are such a tease, Stephen” You said surrendering. That game didn't make any sense when you always ended up giving in in the end.

He chuckled and moved on the couch to let you lie on your back and ran his hand inside your shorts and panties circling your clit as he stared at you with those deep blue eyes.

“I said I wouldn't behave.”

You moaned softly, surrendering to his touch as he took a finger inside you and tsked

“Your body can't hide how much you want me.” He putted a second finger inside you.

Your hand went down to his hip and you touched his hard cock fully visible through his pants and smirked sly “Yours neither”

He kissed your lips and bit your bottom lip, then smoothed it with the tip of his tongue.

“Who said I want to hide it”

You bit his lip a little harder.

He moved his fingers slowly, curling them to hit that sweet spot and you moved your hips against his hand.

He kept his eyes on you as he increased the pace. He loved watching the expressions of pleasure on your face and the sweet moans that escaped your lips. When he brought his thumb to your clit, moving in sync with his two fingers inside you, you felt your body begin to shake.

“Oh Stephen...” You bit your lip.

He smiled satisfied “Already?”

You brought your hand up to his face “Kiss me, baby.”

He obeyed by kissing you. Your tongue entering his mouth dominating him. You moaned even louder into his lips and he increased the pace of his fingers even more.

Your entire body shook in his hands and you had to part your lips to breathe.

“Oh fuck.. fuck you Stephen!”

He smiled openly watching as you revel in your orgasm, your entire body convulsing at his touch.

“All I want is you fucking me, baby.”

You sighed heavily coming down your high “You'll pay for this.”

He smirked “For making you cum?”

You nodded “For making me lose our game. I can't resist you, but I can make you lose too.”

“I am sure you can” He chuckled caressing your face.

You turned around going to him, making him lie on his back on the couch and getting between his legs kissing him intensely and went down his lips to his neck leaving kisses and bites there and continued down licking a nipple, sucking and biting and pinching the other. He hissed, enjoying the sensation and you could feel his cock throbbing.

“Baby, please... I need you.” He said grabbing your hair and lightly pushing your head down.

You smiled satisfied “Say please again.”

He stared at you biting his lower lip and pressing his hips up against you “Please.”

You hummed and moved your lips down his belly slowly. You admired his cock under his pants, it was quite a sight. You stroked it through his pants feeling it twitch in your palm.

“You're so big, Stephen. I love that”

You kissed him through the fabric teasing him and he moaned softly, moving his hips. Finally you pulled down his pants and boxers revealing his hard cock, his head already wet with precum. You licked your lips

“Look at you baby, so hard for me, needing to be fucked.”

Your taunts drove him to the brink of madness. He loved it when you talked to him like that, he loved the tone of your voice, the malice in it, but at that moment it really felt like torture and he couldn't wait any longer. He needed you.

“Touch me. [Y/N], stop teasing, just touch me. Please.”

You finally took it in your hand. You stuck your tongue out by tapping his cock on it tasting his precum. You spat on him using your saliva to lubricate it, spreading it with your hand as you slowly stroked it from top to bottom and circling the tip with the palm of the your hand.

He groaned loudly in approval.

You spat again and smeared saliva over him making him totally wet and then added your other hand. Holding it firmly at the base and caressing the tip with circular gestures making a delicious wet noise.

“Oh my god, baby, it feels so good.” His voice was almost a whisper punctuated by low moans.

You added your tongue licking the tip and he moaned loudly, moving his hips involuntarily. You ran your tongue down the entire length, giving him light kisses and jerking him quickly.

You spat at him again, increasing the pace and he groaned loudly, unable to control himself. You kept your eyes on him and it was amazing to see him surrender to pleasure like that. He brought his hand up to your chin directing you to his cock.

“Put it in your mouth. I love your mouth, baby, let me feel it around my cock.”

You smiled in obedience and put it in your mouth going as deep as you could and caressing the rest with your hand. You forced yourself to swallow it, his head slamming against your throat making you choke on him. Your eyes filled with tears. Saliva dripping from your mouth, but you kept up the pace. Taking it out of your mouth, licking the tip and swallowing it again until your nose touched his skin and soon he was panting heavily.

“Oh fuck. You gonna make me cum like this, baby.”

You took it out of your mouth smiling satisfied with your work

“Not yet. I am going to fuck you first.” You said as you wrapped your legs around his waist and put him inside you. He groaned loudly and brought his hands to your ass helping you maintain a slow but intense pace, going all the way down and then lifting your hip up leaving just his tip inside you and then lowering you going all the way inside until you feel his balls deep in your ass.

“Oh Stephen, your cock is so good. You fuck me so good”

He moaned loudly and you took your hand to his throat squeezing it and he hissed in approval.

You started riding him faster, you could feel he was about to cum and you put more pressure on your movements as you moved on top of him in circular motions, rubbing your clit in his pubic hair taking as much friction as possible. You tightened your hand on his throat, choking him, he closed his eyes, leaning his head back, the sight of him fully surrendered to you carrying you to your orgasm.

“Baby I am gonna cum” You almost screamed “Please, Stephen cum with me. Cum inside me, I wanna feel your cum inside me.”

He moaned loudly as you tightened your hand around his throat even more, his cock throbbing and spilling inside you.

You closed your eyes, surrendering to your own climax, moaning sweet praises to him.

“Stephen you are so good to me, you fuck me so good. I love you so much.”

You relieved the pressure in his throat as you came down your high collapsing on top of him and pulling him to your lips.

He caressed your hair, your breaths slowly returning to normal.

"You're okay?" he asked kissing your forehead.

You hummed yes.

“I love you [Y/N], sometimes I think I don't say it enough. I know I spend a lot of time working, I'm sorry, but I need you to know how much I love you and how happy you make me.”

You lifted your head resting your chin on his chest and facing him with a silly smile on your lips. “I know, I understand, don't worry. I love you Stephen, I admire everything you do, it's just that sometimes I miss you”

He nodded “I know"

You caressed his face. The bun had given way and his hair was hanging loose and a little messy. You ran your hand through his hair “You make me so happy, Stephen. I wouldn't trade what we have for the world.”

He pulled you to his lips with a satisfied sigh and then smiled smugly “I think I'll let you watch your series now.”

You giggled “Promise?”

He smirked “For now.”

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egonspenglerishot · 18 days

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Hello!

May I please have Ray Stantz with a reader who is having trouble eating right now (like not a mental block it’s a physical sickness) and their just really sad and maybe crying because they’re so hungry but they can’t eat a lot.

Thank you! And have a good day

👀

I see you POOKIE (oh my fuck shoot me)

Ray Stantz X Reader

“It’s okay, we can fight it one little bite at a time”

Warnings: mentions of eating disorders, Ray being a cutie patootie husband material

You’d been cooped up in your room all day later in bed sick. Ray had spent every spare moment with you. If he had work he’d always make sure you were okay before he left. The reason why you were sick was really well…unknown.

Doctors had told you there would be days where you physically couldn’t eat without throwing up. Drinking wasn’t so bad, but even if you were hungry your body would just outright reject the food. And that’s what you were going through. The past two days no matter Ray cooked for you, made for you, souped for you nothing worked. The smell of the food alone made you gag.

Ray got home eventually after being on call all damn day. He got showered and change, taking some small snacks upstairs to yours and his shared room. He wanted to make sure you were okay everytime you fell ill so he moved you to the old fire station. You weren’t complaining it meant that you were closer to Ray.

He set the small plate of various cookies and biscuits on the desk out of your line of sight for now. He laid beside you and hugged you gently from behind. You’d confessed to him one night when you were out to dinner that you couldn’t eat that night. He fully understood but made sure you were fully hydrated. He always kept the mini fridge in the break room across from the bedrooms stocked with water and your favorite drinks.

He rubbed your tummy gently and kissed your cheek “I’m home. Sorry I’m a little late, a little git of a ghost slimed me and it took longer to capture him than it should have.” You smiled gently and placed a hand over Rays. You loved the feeling of his bigger hands on you, made you feel safe. And the amount of times you’d seen him shirtless (both innocent and not so innocent) you admired his dad bod. He wasn’t ashamed of it either.

You mumbled a sorry and he kissed your cheek again “hey hey sweetheart it’s fine. I know you have bad days, and you are doing so well. I promise.” You turned to face him and kissed his nose gently. The nausea was close to gone, you weren’t puking up water and air anymore, and the thought of food didn’t make you gag. Yu sighed and nuzzled into him kissing his nose.

He smiled gently and sighed “how about for tonight we just cuddle, if you get hungry we have some small snacks for you to nibble on. “We will fight this one little bite at a time”

#ghostbusters x reader #ghostbusters ray #ghostbusters two #ghostbusters #ray stantz x reader #ray x reader

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chocominnie · 2 years

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Redemption 04 — JJK. (M)

→: This is book two to my story Desperado. Read that one before continuing on to read this one.

→ pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x reader

→ genre: Angst, smut , a bit of fluff

→ Word count: 4k

→ summary: It’s been 4 years since everything that happened. If he could re-do everything he would, but cannot. With Won-Shik dead, and everyone’s back’s turned against him.. what can he do? You took a toll on him to the point where it’s hard to function without you and everyone’s concerned. Another gang has entered their teritory and is giving them a run for their money. The heir to the mafia thrown is now in charge with everyone waiting for his first big move. Yet, how can someone so broken inside take care of business though?

Warnings : This honestly isn’t for the light hearted and the weak. Drug dependency, drug mentions, high angst, mental illness, depression, anxiety, assault, gore, guns, usage of weapons, daddy kink, bigdick!jk, hair pulling, soft sex, rough sex, squirting, mouth fucking, overstimulation, consensual drunk/tipsy sex, protected & unprotected sex. I may be forgetting some so sorry in advance!

Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken.

As if the raging headache you woke up with wasn't enough, the lucid dreaming you had last night, due to the consumptions of so much alcohol, was just enough to send you over the edge once you’ve awaken. The sun blares through your window onto your face making your eyes strain and a single hand coming over to cover it. Slipping out a small groan of annoyance, you gradually pick yourself up to sit up correctly onto the bed.

Last night was a lot for you to remember, but you sure as hell remember some of it. What you don’t remember is you asking Sungmin to stay the night with you. So to your surprise when you open your bedroom door, a shirtless Sungmin is up and moving around your kitchen. There he is with a single chest tattoo and muscles you never thought he would have. His biceps strong, and his abs are evident along with his v-line protruding out. You hadn't noticed his freshly tattoo’d left arm last night but in your defense he was wearing a long-sleeve shirt. You watch him whisk whatever is in that bowl with determination and the faint sound of a youtube video can be heard playing in the background.

The way his arms flex when he whisks, and his hair tied up messily into a small but decent sized bun with some stray strands of hair here and there, he looks way too good. That jawline of his flexes consistently, especially when he softly bites his lip and furrows his eyebrows. When he doesn’t understand something said from the youtube video, he reaches to play it back again. It’s as if he’s doing it on purpose because maybe, he knows you’re peeking from behind your door.

Nonsense. If he saw you he would have greeted you... right? You’re too caught up in your thoughts and dazed off to realize he has looked in your direction with amusement to see you peeking around like a lost puppy. It’s adorable. He doesn’t say anything though, Sungmin smirks to himself and continues to pour some sort of batter into a pan.

He looks way too sexy doing that too.

Ultimately you decide to close the door because for whatever reason, blaming the liquor from last night, that familiar throbbing down in your region begins. You mentally curse yourself for getting all worked up over absolutely nothing but a man cooking. That man being Sungmin.. who’s cooking. Sungmin, the one you never wanted to persue things with because back then you felt guilty for liking two boys at once and he deserved someone better than you.

But that was back then.. and this is now.

Now, he’s in your home cooking you breakfast shirtless and he knows exactly what he’s doing because he did in fact see you. He saw you from the very beginning. Hell, he saw you last night when you were very much so drunk and started stripping and giggling in-front of him. Of course he didn't let you get far because when you started pulling off your pajama shirt is when he pulled it back down and dragged you to your room. You laid there sprawled on your bed giggling yourself to sleep. Needless to say, Sungmin did sleep on the couch to prevent another encounter from happening between you two.

You can’t blame yourself though, Sungmin has turned into a fine man. As a woman yourself, it can’t be helped to have these lewd thoughts after witnessing a god himself in your kitchen preparing for you.. right? You hadn’t noticed you did not close the door fully, so when you bring your hand down to the hem of. your pajama pants and underwear, that breathy shadow peeps down at you.

You hadn’t heard him come inside because you're too busy trying to inspect the wet mess you’d made inside your panties. That is, until that familiar voice speaks up once more, making you jolt.

“ Breakfast is ready.” He cheekily says, chuckling when he turns around to make his way out of the room. The cold wall meets your head and you bang it several times softly out of embarrassment. Him catching you in the act was the least thing you need right now.

Tip-toeing out of your bedroom, you peak around the corner to your dining room table to see everything laid out perfectly. Cloud pancakes, fruit assortment, orange juice. He'd made your plate for you, the fruit sits onto of your pancake with a smiley face and whipped cream smile. It makes you giggle at the thought of Sungmin, a grown man, still having his childish ways.

“ Care to join me before it gets cold?”

Biting your lip, you can’t help but to still be flustered from getting caught. “ I can eat at the island counter..” You say, to avoid any further awkwardness between the two of you.

Sungmin smiles, “ I missed that. You’re still adorable when shy. Listen I’ll forget about what I saw if I can have the honors of catching up with you, properly.”

Sounds like a deal to you.

“ So you went back to...” Sungmin pauses before sticking some fruit in his mouth, waiting for you to finish. “ Canada. Then to NYU where I’m currently studying and doing the exchange program here.”

He nods in amusement, eyes still watching you like a hawk to make sure you eat. “ Well, we completed highschool. I had transferred schools in high school to finish up while the rest of them stayed. College came along and nobody was close anymore, to be honest. Crystal does this candle light thing for you each year and that's when everyone comes together as a whole, except for Jungkook.”

You nearly choke on your pancake amongst swallowing it. Jungkook not coming to your candle-light? That one hurt. “ W-why doesn’t he come?”

Sungmin shakes his head lightly, grabbing the orange juice pitcher and pouring the sweet, citrus fruit juice into your glass cup. “ We beg him and he doesn’t want to each year. He’s... really fucked up about you. Heavier on the drugs and just stays in his office all day.”

“ And the kid?” You have to keep mentally remind yourself that she’s actually Jungkook’s sister and not daughter. You’d never imagine Jungkook being an older brother, hell even just a brother to begin with.

“ Jeon Naeun , or Nari is what we call her. She’s 4 years old and gives him a run for our money, especially his. “ Sungmin chuckles, finishing up the last of his pancake. You take a sip of the juice and can’t help but to smile at that comment.

“ The two are inseparable. She’s the mini version of him but instead of being cold hearted she has now mastered the toddler manipulation by using her cuteness.”

Imagining Jungkook being a care-giver for his little sister only leads you to think of what kind of father he would be. Again, you’d never expect for him to even want a child but the thought of a big boss mafia man having a weakness for children is amusing to you.

Yet Sungmin sits right infront of you and he can’t get enough of you. The way you smile, the way you talk, the sound of your voice, it’s all so nostalgic for him. Meeting you in high school was the highlight of his life back then. Now to have you, not dead, and cooking breakfast for you in your own apartment has him thinking things. Things about how he doesn’t want to lose you ever again, but he also understands this can be a lot for you and not to rush things and push your boundaries.

Sungmin breaks the small silence, “ Can I.. Can I take you out today? You left for a while and I think that you should at least get familiar with Seoul again. Theres this new art museu-”

An abrupt sound of hard knocking at the door cuts him off. It makes the two of you jump but you weren’t expecting any guests today at all. The only person who knows your apartment is Sejun and Zico.. and you hope and pray its not either of them and just a random package delivery. By the look on your face, Sungmin gets the memo that you didn’t know who was at the door. Getting up from his chair, he furrows his eyebrows walking over as the knocking gets persistent.

Your heart feels like it can pound right out of your chest right now. Quickly, you grab the empty plates and used dishes and dash over into the kitchen where you can’t be seen. What if it’s Jungkook? What if he’s actually found you? Your hands tremble while scrubbing the dishes in the sink, the thoughts of the worst case scenario swarms through your head to the point where you tune out everyone.

You don’t even hear the arguing at the door and the multiple footsteps shuffling inside until someone comes within your view, waving their hand in your face to snap you out of your numbing trance. The calling of your name seems to slowly bring you back to reality.

“ Yn! Yn!”

Once your vision clears back up to the person calling your name, your eyes go wide in fear like a dear in headlights. It can’t be. How.. did he know to come here? The apartment is listed under Sejun’s name due to this exact reason of hiding your identity. There’s no way he could of asked around for you in the lobby because you speak to nobody there and they certainly don’t know your name. So how?

The cup in your hand shatters onto the floor creating a glass breaking sound capturing everyone’s attention. Taking a look around your apartment, there’s Sungmin, another female, and that other male person with a concerned look on his face. Your throat gets that familiar sore lump in it, the one where you know you’ll cry any second but you can’t. Not in-front of them.

You quickly crouch down onto the floor and begin picking up the glass pieces with your bare hands, sniffling to stop the stray tears from falling. “ Be careful, let me get it-”

“ No!” You push the hand away from you but in the process knick your finger against a stray shard of glass sticking up on the floor. You wince, harshly pulling your finger away and inspecting it. The blood seeps out rather quick but not life threatening.

Sungming scoffs, “ I think you guys should leave.” He says, jogging over the kitchen sink, carefully avoiding the glass, to grab a wet paper towel to wrap your finger in.

You wanted nothing to do with anyone in this very exact moment. You just want to be alone again, and maybe meeting Sungmin last night and having him stay was a mistake. Foolish of you right? To not think about the consequences of your actions. He’s Jungkook’s brother for fucks sake. What did you think would happen?

“ We can’t. Jungkook knows.” is the next sentence that Casper says that makes you want to throw up. Jungkook knows about your whereabouts. If it wasn’t for Sungmin holding you while wrapping your finger and pressing on it, you’d of surely passed out by now.

Sungmin’s beyond pissed. The red on his face shows it and the way he curses under his breath only for you to hear. “ Tell him to stay the fuck away from her, Casper.” He growls.

He lets out a frustrated sigh and the woman next to him rubs his back to calm him down as well. You take notice of the dark red lipstick she wears upon her lips. Such a bold color. “ Knowing Jungkook, he won't stop. What she needs to do is pack up and go.. like yesterday.”

“ I’m sorry but who the fuck are you?” You narrow your eyes at the lady, getting up from Sungmin’s grip on you. She’s taken aback by your sudden dominance in your voice, but smirks knowing that you aren’t bold enough to take that any further.

“ Val.. Casper’s wife and you must be the infamous Yn.”

You’re not sure of this lady, and something about her makes you wonder. Since when has Casper been married? Casper also did not seem like the type to take a hand in marriage for someone. This is all too.. weird for you. Everyone seems to just had grown up and matured and you did miss it all.

“ Can we discuss all this.. perhaps in the living room area?” She asks, pointing in the direction of your cutely decorated space. Uneasy but curious, you nod your head slowly in approval.

Once everyone has gathered on your grey “L” shaped couch, you made sure to sit closely next to Sungmin who puts his arm around you in support. Ironically he's the only one you trust and feel a bit more comfortable with. The last thing you wanted was a reunion.. let alone in your very own living room.

“ So.. Yn.. you were supposed to stay as far away as humanly possible from Seoul. I thought we made a deal that you’d never come back as long as I provided for you financially for the remainder of your life.” Casper’s death gaze upon you would have killed you right now if looks could kill.

“ She has every right to live the life she wants after what you and my brother did to her.” Sungmin fires back at him, the look of anger on his face only getting stronger.

Throwing his head back and letting out a deep sigh, Casper is not surprised by his comment. “ Oh shut up Sungmin, you know it would’ve been best for her if she stayed put.” He shoots you another glare, “ Looks like the dead doesn’t rest after all huh.”

You had no words because it is true. You and your parents had made that deal with Casper, but that was four years ago and you're absolutely grown enough to make your own decisions without your parents input.

“ I.. wanted to do the exchange program and I honestly don’t even look the same anymore. I had a few surgeries and thought if I stayed low-key.. I could graduate and go on with my life.” Which only part of that is true. Yes you had a few surgeries that made you look slightly different and not to mention the hair color change, but you can’t let them know the real reason you came back.

That’s going to ruin your plans.

“ Yeah and how is that working out for you now hmm?” Casper’s not pleased with your dumb response. A deal is a deal and you broke the deal. “ I don’t need your money Casper. If you want it all back I’ll repay my debt but I am allowed to live my life freely!”

Casper lets out one of his sarcastic chuckles, “ Repay your debt? You were never indebted to me or any of the Jeons. I wanted you to live comfortable as possible. Keep the money. Go back to Canada.”

“ No.” It would be a waste of everything if you’d just up and left now. Besides, this is the first time you’ve been in the presence of someone you like. Back home in Canada you did make friends but only till you moved to NYC and you didn’t make much long-term ones there either.

“ Doll, you don’t understand how much Jungkook is really attached to you. He has multiple paintings of you, has kept your pictures, currently working on a sculpture of your face, and still has nightmares about you. He needs professional help and you being here isn’t really the best time to enter his life again, if that’s what you plan to do.”

Sculptures? Paintings? That’s a bit much. You understand the kept pictures part but the rest does seem very drastic. You’ve never had someone that overly obsessed with you before. Your last boyfriend from Canada, before you had originally moved to Seoul, had only gotten professional portraits of you and him. Courtesy of his mother, it was only because you two had went to junior prom together. You two were just teenagers being teenagers. As for you and Jungkook, you two were just lost in lust and not knowing what you two were doing but just...doing it.

You're an adult now, and independent one at that. So whatever you want to do, you can do it.

“ I’m staying here.” Your voice is firm enough to where they know that's your final decision. Sungmin squeezes your arm a bit, reassuring you and sticking right beside you.

Casper lets out a deep sigh once again. He knew you were stubborn but thought you would have been past this phase. Its no use of arguing with you. Your consequences have actions and he did try to warn you. It’s above him now and since you want to make wrong decisions, this time he’ll let you. You reap what you sow.

His tattoo’d hand rub’s his forehead in annoyance of your persistant answers. He’s tried his best and can’t do anymore. “ Fine. Just know, I tried to warn you.”

The silence and tension in the room could be cut like thick slice of cake. You’re content with your decision and can’t seem to understand why they think you can’t handle yourself by yourself. Casper stands up along with Val, the two look at you disappointed but sorry for you. Maybe they are right on this, maybe you didn't think it through.

“ Well, are you at least going to attend the reunion? The group... should know you’re alive if you want to continue living freely.” Casper holds his two fingers making quotation marks around the last two words. You roll your eyes at his remark.

“ Reunion?” You turn to Sungmin who’s currently escorting Casper and Val out the door. You didn’t expect for him to shoo them out so quickly but he says his goodbyes and the door finally closes. That beep sound gives you a wave of relief over your body knowing your home is now secured and locked. The anxiety that had once settled in you can be felt going away.

Leaning against the door, “ I wasn't going to go. I don’t really talk to anyone but my sister. I wanted to take you out because I wasn’t going to attend. The group was personally invited to attend, we got our invitations 3 weeks ago.”

“ Your parents still own that school?” From what you remember, Sungmin’s parents were the one that chose you and gave you the scholarship to attend that high school.

He nods his head and deeply sighs once more, “ Unfortunately, yes. I dislike saying this but they covered up your death and Jungkook’s ass pretty well. To them and our class, Jungkook was also the victim as disgusting as it is. My parents couldn’t afford to lose their perfectly clean reputation, as you know they are also in the limelight as well.”

Of course. Jungkook being painted as the victim when you’re the actual victim yourself. It’s predictable at this point and he probably ran with that narrative until after he’d graduated and everyone moved on.

“ Listen.. you don’t have to go. I really wasn-” “ I’ll go. It’s better they know im alive. I can’t keep faking my identity and pretending to be dead while im here. I just.. want nothing to do with Jungkook.”

A lie. This is the perfect opportunity to lure Jungkook in.

It catches Sungmin off guard when you say that. The least he expected is for you to agree to go near the people who betrayed you. He thinks It can potentially be mentally unhealthy for you but also facing your fears could do you a bit better. It’s a 50/50 chance but not exactly a win-win situation.

Sungmin tilts his head to the side resembling a confused small puppy which makes you smile a bit. “ Are you sure?” He questions, still in disbelief.

No. No you aren’t.

“ Yes.”

The day had gone by pretty fast hanging around Sungmin. He went back home to change his clothes after your guises conversation and came back fashionably late to pick you up after cleaning yourself up as well. The two of you had a pretty big reasonable amount of fun and catching up. It turns out Sungmin had learned English abroad for a bit as he also did an exchange program in the US his junior year. He revealed to you that he lives in the Jeon Mansion with his mom and Jungkook. You were worried about that as well but, Sungmin reassured you that he wouldn’t tell a soul where you live and will act like you two only meet up at cafes. You made him swear on it and if he breaks that promise he’ll be blocked on snapchat.

Now here you two are, standing outside of the school at 6pm after a day of driving around and Sungmin showing you some worthy instagram picture cafes and shopping places. You had bought a few things, nothing too over the top. Some new shoes, a couple of clothing items, and a brand new watch because you had been meaning to get a new one since your old one broke.

“ You sure you wanna do this?”

The school looks the same to you. It floods back memories when you two begin walking into the entrance. That same entrance where the Bangtan Boys came in and Jungkook stopped you because you were in his way of walking. The first time you had laid eyes on each other and then realized you both hated each other. It still smells the same, clean but sweet. The school is vacant except for a few adult people here and there who seem to pay you no mind at all.

With each step you take down the hallway, you’re reminded of the memories you made. The lockers where you’d meet up with Ayami and Sungmin, the bathroom you came out of and Jungkook waited outside for you, and upcoming is the art class. The sound of voices and laughing can be heard the closer you get. Perhaps some left-over students from school today? Sungmin movements become a bit slower, as if he doesn’t want to pass the classroom.

“ We can go back and visit the music room? If you want.”

Now you’re curious as to why he won't pass the room. Surely it’s just some teens right? You shake your head no with furrowed eyebrows, butterflies settling inside your stomach. Swallowing hard, you take one last step towards the entrance of the art room and your stomach almost drops at the sight you see.

The room is beautiful, it really did have a make-over, but the people inside shock you the most. You didn’t expect them to be here right now. You expected them to be coming later on, not lounging around the art room. Most of all, you weren’t ready to see him in general. He stands there by the window, hair longer than you remembered, ripped jeans, doc Martens, a black shirt and leather jacket. When he sets eyes on you, he doesn’t freak out but he just looks at you with sorrow in his eyes. He understands that this moment is could break or make anything so he keeps his mouth closed while admiring that you’re really in-front of him. The rest stare at you with shock, as if they’ve really seen a ghost.

Crystal is the first to curse under her breath with wide eyes and a smile. She runs over to you with open arms and when you do connect with them physically, it feels weird to hug her back but she understands this is a lot to process.

“ I knew it was you. I knew it was you when I saw you in Manhattan! Holy fuck you’re actually alive!” Her grip only gets harder, as if she could squeeze you to death like an orange till you burst. You watch Sungmin prop himself up on the desk and sit quietly. He feels awkward in all this, and now you feel bad.

“ So you faked your death. How does it feel to be selfish?”

You knew that one was coming from him. Turning towards the voice, you decide not to fuel the fire this time. “ I’m sorry. I also did not have a choice given the circumstances..”

The room falls silent. Jungkook, Namjoon, Crystal, Yoongi, Sungmin, and Ayami. They’re all here. All staring at you as you stare at the ground out of pity. Maybe this whole faking death thing was a bit far. Casper could have came up with a better idea than this. Your past was soon to catch up to you.

“ I forgive you.” Crystal breaks the silence, smiling at you to make you feel somewhat better. “ So do I. I’m sorry for contributing into that situation as well. No words can express how deeply affected I am from it and I do hold myself accountable.”

You’d like to accept his apology, you really do, but at this moment you cannot as the wounds still hurt. The traitor, Ayami sits in the corner of the room at a desk. Her arms crossed as she looks outside the window, barely paying you any mind. Although you dislike her presence as she did betray you, It hurts a lot to know she honestly doesn’t care about you.

“ I’m not sorry. You don't know the damage that you’ve done to Jungkook do you?” Yoongi’s voice is stern yet pissed off. With every inch he gets closer to you, it makes you want to ball up and run away.

Until you two are inches apart from each-other and he lets it all out on you.

“ We had to deal with him for years of depression, anxiety, he doesn’t sleep, barely fucking eats, and our business is possibly ruined all because of you. We don’t have a fucking sane enough leader because you wanted to be selfish. We all thought you were dead. Fucking DEAD. You don’t just do shit like that! You could of just left Seoul quietly but to be that fucking dramatic? Come on. Everyone was affected by your drama scene and now you think you can magically just show up like things are okay? It's not.”

It can’t be helped that the tears are flowing from your eyes and the quiet sobs let themself out. You feel just as guilty as they are and it sucks because you’re the victim and they aren't. Coming to this was wrong. Now at least they know you’re alive.

“ I.. should go. I just wanted to apologize for my actions.”

“ Wait, you don’t have to go yn.”

But it was too late. You quickly walk out the room as fast as you can while wiping the hot tears coming down your face. People in the hallway look at you funny but you keep your head down. That familiar feeling in your chest settles in. It hurts. It feels like your heart has broken into a million pieces. None of this was how you expected it to go however you weren’t even supposed to come anyways.

By now your feet are tired of walking and each time you blink its blurry. This place looks familiar. The flowers align the trail along with some trees. The school’s little garden trail. Mascara runs down your face. It hurts. It hurts a lot. Being in front of everyone like that was a bold move and to have Yoongi yell at you was embarrassing as well. The pain in your chest feels like someone is stabbing you over and over in your heart. Your heartstrings feel like they can give out any second. At this point you didn’t care who sees you sobbing loudly. All you want is to take everything back about what you said and should have just agreed to stay home.

“ Yn?”

You ignore it. The sobbing becomes louder and your keep trying to wipe your swollen eyes to rid the tears. It doesn’t stop.

The person sighs, slowly inching closer. You know that scent all too well. It’s him. What is he even doing here anyways? Why did he think it was okay to follow you out here? Something touches your hand but you turn around to face him and jerk your hand away. He was offering you his handkerchief. You look at him with hatred in your eyes. This all feels too familiar.

Jungkook sighs, nodding his head slowly while retreating his hand. “ I’m sorry. I want to apologize to you in a million different ways but I understand that we’re broken. I broke you. I did those things to you. I take responsibility. No words can explain how badly I fucked up. If I can go back and change everything I would in a heartbeat and do everything correctly.”

You take a minute to analyze his face. You’ve never seen his soft side of Jungkook. The way his face tells it all, lets you know he is sincere. To know he’s also been suffering makes you feel even more guilty. You won't accept it though. He will never get an acceptance of any sort from you.

“ I hate you.” You sniffle.

“ I understand.”

“ No Jungkook, I really fucking hate you.”

Was all you said before grabbing his jacket to pull him down into a passionate kiss. The two of your tongues fight for dominance as his left hand goes to your waist and his right up to your face. He can’t help himself but to deepen the kiss. Your lips taste like pure honey to him and he wants to devour you right then and there and never let you go.

This wasn’t supposed to happen..

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fire and ice | james cook

Cook’s interest is piqued when an old childhood friend moves in across the street.

Warning: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Sexual content.

part two.

part three.

“Tiff?”

No response.

“Tiff!”

Tiffany Wheeler irritably jumped out of bed, fully aware that it was far too early to be waking up even for school, pants-less with disheveled hair as she heard her name being called from downstairs.

“What?!” she yelled as she opened her bedroom door.

“Your friend’s here!”

Tiffany frowned in confusion.

“Who’s here this early?!” she called from the top of the stairs.

“Dunno him!” was the only answer she received.

Tiff ran back into her bedroom, haphazardly throwing her pink robe over her clothes before running down the stairs to see who could possibly be showing up so early.

“Cook?!”

She ran a hand through her messy hair, flabbergasted.

“What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Couldn’t sleep,” Cook shrugged.

The more Tiff actually looked at him, the worse he looked. His hair was a mess, there were dark bags under his eyes, and he smelled of liquor and spliff. He looked half-dead.

“You mean to tell me you didn’t sleep at all last night?” she questioned.

“That’s right,” Cook confirmed proudly, swigging from the bottle in his hand.

To her horror, Tiff quickly realized he was swigging vodka, in continuation from the night before.

“Fucking hell. Did my mum see that?!” she demanded in a harsh whisper.

“No idea,” he responded truthfully.

“Get upstairs!” she ordered, rushing him up the stairs as her mother had decided to start on breakfast in the kitchen before she had to leave for work. “Now!”

Laughing the whole way up, James Cook fished a loose spliff in his pants before Tiff smacked him on the arm.

“You can’t smoke in here, twat!” she reprimanded him like a child.

“Why the fuck not?” he demanded, spliff hanging by his lips.

“Because I have a normal mum, you tosser!”

“Ooh, that’s not very nice, Tiff,” he mocked her. “You know my mum kicked me out!”

“Probably fucking deserved it!” she spat, shaking her head angrily as she pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it onto the bed behind her. “Stay in here.”

Cook’s eyes widened as Tiff casually went shirtless, disappearing into the bathroom across the hall as he was left sitting on her bed, sitting up quickly as he tried to peek. He somehow got a glimpse of nothing, desperately watching for movement of the bathroom door as he heard the shower turn on.

He slumped back down lazily onto Tiffany’s bed, already bored out of his mind as he took another swig from his bottle, waiting for her to come back. He wasn’t allowed to smoke, and he wasn’t allowed to wander. Naturally, he decided to at least respect Tiffany’s mother’s rules, carelessly bounding off into the hall.

The first thing that Cook noticed was that there weren’t many pictures in the Wheeler home, if any. This, for some reason, stood out to him. He slowly realized as he wandered around Tiff’s home that her childhood home, which he had visited once when he was only six years old, was practically littered with family photos, of Tiffany, and Andrew, and their younger brother, Nate, who Cook had only heard about.

He didn’t quite understand why there were no pictures. The rest of the house downstairs was fully furnished and decorated already. But for some reason, Tiff’s mother had hardly hung up or displayed any photos. Cook had only noticed one downstairs, of Tiff, Nate, and their mother, taken recently, which Cook partly noticed because of the absence of Andrew.

He eventually wandered into the bedroom up the hall from Tiff’s, taking a swig from his bottle as he looked around. There wasn’t much in the room; it was mostly furniture, with a single family photo resting on the nightstand. This one, he saw as he slowly picked it up with care, had Andrew in it.

Cook stared at the framed photograph for a moment, studying the energy between Tiff and her late brother. Tiffany actually looked happy in the photo, something Cook rarely saw. She was standing between her two brothers, hand rested on her little brother’s back as her elder brother wrapped his arm tight around her, almost in a joking manner, like a protective bear hug.

Cook nearly jumped when a sound interrupted him. He whipped around in a delayed, nearly-drunk fashion, seeing a woman with brown hair entering the room behind him.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Her tone was surprisingly not accusatory, as far as Cook could tell, seeing as he’d been reprimanded by the owners of many different dwellings he’d entered for various reasons. Tiffany’s mother didn’t sound accusatory, or angry; she just seemed to be confused.

“Er, sorry,” Cook apologized as she watched him set the picture frame back down. “Just… Looking,” he offered.

“Oh,” she said, seeming surprised as she came into the room. “We took that on Andrew’s sixteenth birthday,” she continued, pointedly ignoring the large, mostly-empty bottle in Cook’s hand.

He nodded, looking back down at the picture.

“He looks happy,” Cook remarked as he pointed. “Or, looked, anyway,” he corrected himself politely.

“He was,” Tiffany’s mother agreed. “But only because Tiff was there… Me and him, we got into a spat, a few minutes before that was taken. Caught him smoking weed in his room.”

Cook nodded as he took in the information.

“I had to call Tiff back early. She was with her friends… I had to beg her to come home. He wouldn’t stop yelling at me,” she remarked wistfully. “But the moment she stepped through that door, it was like nothing had happened.”

Cook smiled through the sadness of the story.

“At least your son loved somebody, Mrs. Wheeler.”

She looked at him funny after he spoke, as if thrown off by what he said. Cook didn’t understand why; he thought he’d been polite, but he knew he had a tendency to muck up conversations with people’s parents, especially the mothers.

“I’m not Mrs. Wheeler,” she told him somewhat bitterly. “Haven’t been for almost two decades…”

“Then what do I call you?” Cook inquired, curious.

She looked at him, almost admiring his lack of decorum. “‘Rebecca’ will do. I’ve been Rebecca Meeks for thirteen years now.”

Cook beamed handsomely, excited at the prospect of a mother, any mother, who actually liked him.

“Smashing, Rebecca. How do you do?” he joked.

“I’m trying,” she said simply, looking at the time on her watch, which had been a birthday present from her father. “Now, what might your name be, freeloader?”

“Cook,” he smiled, appreciating her sense of humor.

“Very well then, Cook. You want a real breakfast, or do you want to keep drinking that glorified toilet bowl cleaner?”

Cook chuckled as he followed her downstairs, rushing eagerly. Cook sat down at the table, across from twelve year-old Nate, who was watching him like a hawk as he ate his eggs.

“Hello there,” Cook said with a smile. “Nate, isn’t it?”

The young boy stared at him blankly, cautiously poking at his food with a fork as he continued to observe him unsparingly.

“Nate doesn’t speak to guests until he gets used to them,” Rebecca sighed as she scooped the remainder of what was in the breakfast pan onto his plate. “Took him three years to get used to his father.”

“Thank you,” Cook said as he accepted the food. “Where is he, anyway?” he asked out of curiosity.

“Same place as Andrew,” the woman said. “Since six years ago.”

“Oh. I’m sorry,” he apologized, genuinely feeling as if he was tormenting this poor woman.

“Cook, it’s been six years now. If anything, I was hoping the ‘I’m sorry’ phase of it all was over.”

“Right,” he nodded, glad she felt how he thought he would’ve in that situation.

“So,” Rebecca said as she quickly sat down to eat, “You got a last name, or is it just ‘Cook’, like Eminem?”

“It’s James Cook, Rebecca Meeks,” he quipped.

“You seem like the kind of lad to be yelling out his own last name at a party,” she stated.

“Really?” Cook laughed, as she pointedly glanced at the bottle sitting on her dining table.

“Yep.”

“Well, I won’t lie. I like to party,” he shrugged.

“I know,” she assured him. “That’s why I don’t mind you hanging out with Tiff.”

Cook looked at her strangely, not understanding.

“You want me going to parties with your daughter?” he asked her.

“Strangely, yes,” Rebecca nodded thoughtfully. “I used to hate the way she used to go out… But Tiffany’s hardly spoken much to anyone since her brother’s passing. She doesn’t seem like she’s had any real fun in months, she’s been drinking and smoking like her father. She comes home smelling like cigarettes and spliff, and half the time she’s drunk and out by nine…”

Cook looked into her cold blue eyes, taken with her features that somehow looked so much like her daughter’s.

“Suddenly, I’d love for her to stay out until one in the morning again,” she confessed, a distant look in her eyes as she looked down at her plate.

“You knew what she was doing?” he asked.

Rebecca just scoffed bitterly. “How could you not?” she demanded. “And I knew Andrew was drinking, and doing drugs, too… My mistake was believing he had it in him to stop, eventually.”

Cook just nodded. For a moment, he didn’t speak, listening to the sadness in the woman’s voice as she sat beside him. He’d never really heard a parent say such a thing before, and he wondered if he ever could have heard something like it from his own mother.

“I’m only telling you this, Cook, because I trust that you and Tiffany are good friends,” she informed him.

“And why would you trust in that?” he asked.

“Because. You’re the first and only friend she’s had over since we moved in,” she replied simply.

Cook ate in silence, contemplating what she said in surprise.

“Thank you, Rebecca. For the food,” he said, changing the subject.

“You’re welcome, Cook. Tell me… What’re your parents like?” she wondered. “Anything like you?”

James Cook couldn’t help but be captivated by her wit, and perception. “Yeah… My dad’s just like Tiff’s dad, I reckon. And my mum… Well. She’s not like you,” he concluded humorously.

“What am I like?” she asked as she ate.

“Responsible,” Cook said, “Normal.”

“Ah. I see,” Rebecca nodded. “Well… If you ever need breakfast… I’m usually here,” she offered, as her son watched in silence.

*****

“Ready to go?” Tiff called as she came downstairs, dressed for school.

Cook looked up at her as he stood up in front of the sofa. She wore nothing she hadn’t probably worn in front of Cook before, just a sleek black top and a nice pair of jeans, but as he looked at her, black bangs, green eyes, and almost pearlescent skin, he found that he felt something, other than aroused.

“Hell yes, I am,” he nodded. “Heading up to your room, then?” he grinned.

“Shut the fuck up,” Tiff rolled her eyes as she stormed off toward the door.

part four.

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Neighbor Next Door - Stephen Strage/ Female OC

18+ | minors please DNI

Summary: anna had always thought the doctor next door was attractive. and one interaction left her itching to get more of him.

Tags: age gap (25F & 40M), cheating (but not in the way you’d think), strong language, smut.

Chapter 5: High Infidelity

two days had gone by and nothing. strange hadn’t shown up at her door again. they’d sometimes run into each other and say hi but not much happened. sam assured her it was still too early for him to say anything especially now that christine was actively involved.

at about 6 on friday night, anna glanced out her peephole and saw strange leaving, dressed handsomely in a suit. she couldn’t believe she was missing out on this.

later, anna was hanging out with her friends and they’d run out of snacks. after a serious 3 part battle of rock paper scissors, anna was chosen to get the snacks from the grocery store that was in the building. she groaned but pulled on her hoodie. she flipped her friends off before locking the door, hearing a man approach her neighbour,s door.

anna looked up to see a handsome man in a shirt and pants, carrying a pizza box. he smiled at her briefly before ringing the bell. anna smiled back at him before scurrying away, wanting to leave before christine answered the door.

holy shit.

was christine still cheating on stephen? it was him that she’d seen leave earlier tonight right? he hadn’t just planned to stay in and invite their friend over or something? no, of course it was him. she’d seen his face.

anna’s heart sank. that man did not deeerve this. he was so incredibly loyal and this is what he got in return. it wasn’t fair.

she quickly bought the snacks and hurried up to her apartment.

“guys, what the actual fuck” she spoke up as soon as the door was closed behind her. “i saw some fucking hunk ring the strange’s doorbell. he had a pizza box. smelt like he was definitely expecting to get laid tonight.”

“i would personally not eat pizza right before i’m getting laid” wanda informed before grabbing the snacks from anna.

“wanda, focus!” anna removed her hoodie and tossed it aside. “what if she’s cheating on strange again?”

“you must be thrilled” sam joked before grabbing a bag of chips.

“i’m really not” anna spoke genuinely before taking her seat on her couch. “this is beyond fucked up.”

“how do you know they’re not just hanging out?”

“you’re right” anna nervously chewed her lip. “i just. i don’t know, he was all dressed up and shit”

“i mean sam always shows up to our casual hang outs like he’s about to go to a harry styles concert so” wanda giggled as sam shot her a look and threw a chip her way.

anna thought about it. “i mean, there’s a difference between dressing to get laid and dressing to go to a harry styles concert.”

“what exactly are you implying by that?” sam gasped, feigning offence.

anna rolled her eyes. “not implying anything. do you guys really think it’s just a friend?”

“why don’t you go and find out?” wanda shrugged.

anna wondered if wanda truly ever had a single rational thought in her head at any given point.

but then as she paused and thought about it, she technically could. she could show up under the pretence of something and observe the dynamic. if the dude was shirtless, something was definitely up. but what if they saw her through her peephole?

she brought this up to the two and surprisingly, sam volunteered to go because “that man was too gorgeous to be cheated on again.”

they decided that sam would go under the pretence of needing some salt because he was cooking but had stopped half way to realize he had no salt and he couldn’t let the food go to waste.

it sounded like a good enough reason until sam was ringing their doorbell. at that moment, it sounded like the most stupid fucking excuse in the whole world.

but it was too late now because the door was swinging open.

“hi, may i help you?” the man answered the door, dressed in a robe.

oh no.

“hi yes” he smiled. “sorry i came to visit my friend who lives on this floor. and i was making her some dinner because she injured her leg and i’ve been looking after her” sam had not intended to improvise so much. “but i just realized she ran out of salt. and i know we’ve never met before but i was wondering if you guys could let me borrow some?”

the man raised a brow as christine walked over. she seemed a bit tipsy as the guy explained the situation.

“oh aren’t you a good friend!” she swooned. yup, definitely drunk. she grabbed the container and gave him some salt. she was being so nice to him he felt bad for deceiving her. it had been awkward waiting with her male mistress who was clearly there to make sure sam wasn’t actually someone he needed to protect christine from.

and that pissed sam off a little.

he thanked christine profusely and pretended to walk away to some place else before hurredily entering anna’s apartment. “fuck, you guys. they’re definitely fucking.”

“oh god no” anna stood up worriedly.

“yeah he answered the door in a robe” sam said. “and christine was definitely tipsy as hell. real friendly drunk though.”

“maybe a bit too friendly” wanda raised a brow.

“oh god you guys, what the fuck do i do now? do i tell him?”

silence fell upon the room as the three looked at each other.

“i mean, that would be the right thing to do” wanda said. “and it’s not our place to. both things are right. i mean, i guess whichever way you go, you wouldn’t be wrong”

“she’s right” sam sighed as he sat back down.

anna followed sam as she got comfy on the couch.

“i mean she’s literally getting all jealous and shit over you” wanda said. “and he’s listening. probably under the pretense that she cares about him or whatever. i mean, how are you gonna cheat on someone but be jealous of them hanging out with someone else?”

“you have a very good point” anna murmured sadly. “i have to tell him. he has to know.”

“oh boy” sam sighed. “this is gonna be rough.”

***

strange had had a pretty boring night. he was glad to be going home to his wife. he’d decided to take his wife’s jealousy in a positive light. maybe they were getting their spark back again. maybe things could go back to normal again.

he stepped into his apartment to find christine on the couch.

she smiled up at him and walked over, wrapping her arms around his neck. “hi sweetheart. how was the lecture?”

strange leant in to kiss her softly, murmuring between kisses. “missed you so much.”

“yeah?” christine giggled against his lips.

“fuck yeah” he murmured before running his hands up her back, pulling her closer.

the mystery man had obviously left before stephen came in and christine wasn’t tipsy anymore. she’d been careful to not drink too much so she could be sober when stephen came home because she didn’t want him getting paranoid again.

much to her excitement, her husband had finally made love to her for the second time since he’d caught her cheating.

he was a bit rusty because they weren’t regular at all but he kept reminding himself to be happier now. because their relationship felt like it was finally going back to normal.

***

the very next night, anna was at the apartment grocery store again. she saw strange pass by and head to the park, cigerrete in his hand.

she quickly paid for her stuff and walked out. she had to tell him. she couldn’t keep it in. he had to fucking know. she’d seen the two this morning. leaving their apartment happily and appearing extra affectionate. he had no idea.

or maybe they’d finally declared an open relationship and were happier with that. but it honestly didn’t seem like it.

either way, she had to tell him.

she followed after him and walked up to where he was sitting on the bench.

“hi doc” she spoke up softly as to not startle him. strange looked around, smiling as he saw his beautiful neighbor. she was wearing an oversized hoodie and a pair of shorts, her hood drawn up. he thought she looked adorable and somehow sexy at the same time.

“hi anna.”

anna ignored the butterflies in her stomach when he said her name.

“may i?” she motioned to the space beside him.

he seemed to hesitate for a moment that honestly broke anna’s heart. he really didn’t care about her anymore, did he? and how would he react if he found out the wife he was being so faithful to was probably cheating on him?

she wanted to be as sensitive as she could about the whole thing.

she sat down beside him and pushed her hood back down, letting her hair spill out, catching strange’s attention as he gazed at her features.

but anna was too in her head to notice. “so how was the lecture?”

she couldn’t meet his eyes, instead focusing on her feet as she kicked lightly at the dirt.

“honestly a bit boring” he spoke, putting his cigarette out away from her, which anna thought was super respectful and it only made her like him more. “sorry again, about the whole thing.”

“hey no worries at all” she smiled. “so not super into psychiatry, are you then?”

“i mean it’s not my field” he spoke, gazing out at the park.

she nodded. “um, doc, i gotta tell you something.”

he looked over at her, brows furrowed. “is everything okay?”

“i mean, i don’t know. so, i… i really don’t know how to say this but i just feel like i have to.”

stephen’s heart beat picked up. god, she wasn’t going to confess some sort of feelings, was she? he would not know how to deal with that.

“so the other night, i was coming back to my apartment after grabbing some snacks for my friends cause we were hanging out. and i uh, i saw a man outside your door on friday night with a pizza. like around 8?” she glanced at him briefly. strange looked away and straight ahead, his expression unreadable.

“and well i went inside and told my friends cause i was like ‘oh i saw this handsome guy’, you know as one does when they see a attractive person” she was clearly glossing over some details so they didn’t sound like gossiping rats. but she’s probably fucked it up by saying he was attractive. so much for being sensitive. “anyway, then like, it occurred to me that you were probably at the lecture and um. so wanda had heard from a friend who i don’t know how she knew, that uh, christine had… cheated before? but we didn’t want to make assumptions so sam kind of went over to see under the pretence of needing salt or whatever, and he had a robe on and stuff. the -the pizza guy. and christine seemed sort of drunk, and i just wanted to tell you this in case. you know. just in case, you didn’t know about it but now you’re informed. i just felt like i had to.”

she finally looked over at stephen, her heart dropping as she noticed his expressions darken and his jaw clenching.

“so what are you implying?” strange looked over at her, studying her with mild annoyance.

“i- nothing. i mean. i just initially thought, what if she’s cheating again? i just felt like it was my duty to say something.”

“duty to say a lie?”

“what? no”

“cause when i came back from work, there was no sign of pizza. and christine definitely wasn’t drunk. and what was your friend doing snooping around at our apartment anyway? that’s a bit messed up.”

anna swallowed the lump in her throat, looking away because she couldn’t face stephen’s angry glare. “i was just concerned. i think of you as a friend, stephen”

“we’re not friends, we’re neighbors.”

ouch.

“i really didn’t mean to offend” anna tried her best to hide the quiver in her voice. “i did this out of pure genuine concern for you and nothing else. i promise. it could be nothing. could be just a friend visiting but i had to tell you.”

“how about this, neighbor? maybe next time, mind your business and don’t go around snooping in someone else’s business. why are you so desperate to break this marriage anyway? something about this is so fucked up.”

anna stayed quiet because she was scared if she spoke, she would start crying. she kept her eyes trained to the ground, afraid of crying in front of the man.

he stood up, frustrated she wasn’t saying anything. “you’ve gone too far. leave my wife alone.”

with that, he walked away.

anna bit down on her lip harshly, looking around to see if anyone had witnessed that. she felt so humiliated. she got up once she couldn’t see him anymore and scurried to her apartment, sobbing as soon as she closed the door behind herself.

***

“okay this is the second time he’s been mad at you for literally no reason” sam was mad. why did stephen think it was okay to treat anna like this?

“i know” anna spoke softly, frowning.

“i don’t like seeing you sad over this” wanda spoke, shifting closer to anna and rubbing her back softly.

it was weird how much this was affecting her. but then again, no one likes being told off so harshly when they were only trying to do the right thing, no matter who it’s coming from.

sam and wanda planned a day for anna so they could go out instead of anna sitting on her own, wallowing in her sorrow and self- pity.

***

the next day at work, strange had finally sat down to eat after a long and successful surgery. and he couldn’t stop thinking about what anna said.

surely she wouldn’t lie about any of this.

and why would whoever this guy was, be in a fucking robe if they were just casually hanging out?

and didn’t christine say she couldn’t attend the lecture because of work?

he’d lashed out at anna and felt awful. he’d gotten extremely defensive at the time, especially because he was finally starting to believe that things were turning around.

he was still working towards it, taking the first step and it was shot down right away.

and also, it was a bit humiliating being told you’re being cheated on, again. with an attractive man, no less. he was sure anna meant nothing by this. but it felt like she’d said that on purpose at the time. even though rationally, why would she?

and strange had defended his wife, because he felt like he needed to. he had to pretend things were okay. he’d just felt so humiliated and beaten down.

but christine had a history of cheating. if he did a little snooping, he shouldn’t feel guilty about taking his neighbor’s word over trusting her. because well, his wife had given him so many reasons in the past to be suspicious.

so stephen went about getting schedules accessed through a friend he knew that worked in administration. and when he found out christine was not in on friday night, his heart sank.

so he decided it was time for a plan.

he told christine he had to stay late at work the next friday night. just to give her enough time to prepare her infidelities in case that’s what she was doing.

honestly, stephen felt guilty. for so many things.

for deceiving his wife. for lashing out at anna for telling him something that he was now considering a possibility, but praying for it to turn out otherwise.

there was a deep feeling in his heart that christine was probably cheating again. but that was too painful to think about, so strange kept it in the far back of his head, refusing to even really consider it.

that friday night, he stayed at a starbucks for an hour and decided to head home. he couldn’t let christine know it was him coming back home. anna’s plan had honestly been perfect.

but what kind of a hypocrite would he be going back to her to ask her for help?

so stephen had no other option. he just had to make do with what he could. he rang the doorbell and stepped as farther aside as he could so he wouldn’t be visible.

and when the door swung open, his heart sank.

“stephen?” mark’s mouth was agape, and was he in his fucking pyjamas?

rage filled up stephen instantly and all rational thinking went out the window.

“what the fuck?” he shoved him as he went past him and threw his bag aside.

christine scurried out, tying her robe around her body, her face covered in shock. “stephen, oh my god.”

“what the fuck is he doing here?” stephen commanded, his voice loud as he glared his wife down.

mark closed the door behind him and went up to stephen, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“back the fuck off, you son of a bitch” strange shrugged him off before returning his glare to christine.

“i- he was” christine tried to find the words, putting her wine glass away. “he just um came over to hang out.”

stephen let out a bitter laugh and stormed past her and into their bedroom.

“and why would that, pray tell me, include taking off your fucking clothes?” stephen yelled as he saw their clothes strewn across the floor, spotting the very same lingerie christine had worn for him the first night they’d had sex after the whole affair.

stephen’s eyes burnt with tears , the lump in his throat painful to swallow.

christine came up behind him and she knew it was game over.

“stephen no please i’m sorry” she began to sob, approaching him and cupping his face in her hands.

he pushed her hands away, letting his tears fall. “no. no no no. not again. not when i thought things were going okay. anna was right.”

christine stopped, her brows furrowing. “anna?? did she fucking do this? that fucking whore, i knew she was out to get you.”

“you’re the one to fucking talk!” stephen retaliated. “you don’t get to stand there and act like the fucking victim! it wasn’t even her, it was her friend! and were they wrong, christine? do you really think you have the right to be fucking angry here?”

“what was i supposed to do stephen?” christine sobbed, wrapped her arms around herself. “you were so distracted by that fucking neighbor!”

“god, shut the fuck up, christine! you’re so fucked up. that’s so fucked up. i can’t believe you’re still playing the fucking victim! i’m out of here.”

he stormed past her and stopped, glaring at mark. “you gather your fucking clothes and get the fuck out of my apartment, you vermin.”

he pushed past him and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

stephen spent the night at a hotel. wishing for comfort and a reassuring presence.

but sitting alone in that room, with no one to talk to, he realized how incredibly lonely he was.

he let himself cry as he crawled up into his bed, silently praying for this night to be over already.

***

anna had not had a good start to her morning. she’d woken up to a basket of scrabble letters spelling out “whore” at her front door. she gasped as she picked it up, biting her lip.

this… couldn’t have been stephen,could it?

“what the fuck?” she exclaimed in frustration as she closed the door. “are you fucking kidding me right now?”

the next day she woke up to a letter that had the words slut on the back and when she opened it, all it said was “stop interfering with my marriage.”

and that was fucking it for her.

she grabbed that letter and went knocking at stephen’s door incessantly.

a tired stephen opened the door, surprised to see anna. “oh hey good morning, anna”

“seriously?” she snapped as she held up the envelope, and the letter. “you do realize this is fucking harassment right? and how much effort did it take to find the right basket and just the right scrabble set to spell out whore on my fucking door yesterday?”

“anna, i… i don’t understand” he frowned as he grabbed the envelope and read the letter, his jaw tightening.

christine had been going on and on about how this was all anna’s fault and begging for forgiveness. and he had a feeling this had something to do with her. he couldn’t believe she’d stoop so low.

he still felt protective over his wife. that kind of care and love didn’t vanish overnight just because they did you wrong. but anna was being seriously harassed and even though he hated putting his wife on the spot, it was the right thing to do.

“would you like to come in, anna?” stephen spoke up softly. “i… i think i know what-“

“come in for what?” she spat, her tone bitter. “so i can be degraded and humiliated again? calling me a whore? a fucking slut? seriously what is this? are we in fucking high school? in some fucked up mean girls movie?”

“what’s going on?” christine came up behind them before strange could respond.

“did you leave this at anna’s door?” he asked christine sternly, but his eyes were sad. he’d never thought christine would stoop so low.

her jaw clenched as she looked at the envelope. “i don’t know what you’re talking about”

“christine, this is literally your handwriting.”

“who’s side are you on?”

“you owe her an apology.”

“she owes me an apology for wrecking my marriage.”

“you know very well you did that yourself” he hissed.

“okay seriously, i don’t know what the fuck is going on between you two” anna was starting to lose her patience. “but i don’t fucking need this. i don’t know what fucking games you’re playing and how i’m a fucking part of this but christine” she looked at her, maintaining unwavering eye contact. “you keep this up and the medical board will fucking hear about this.” she snatched the envelope and the letter back from stephen. “i have proof and a witness. and you two, please leave me the fuck alone.”

with that, anna reached out to their door and slammed it shut, not wanting to be a part of this shit show any longer.

***

it was like things kept getting worse for anna. she didn’t really even get to mourn the loss of strange because she’d got a call just next morning from her mom, telling her that her cousin, someone she loved growing up, was in critical condition and had been in the hospital for days now.

anna thanked god she had a remote job and a flexible schedule. she packed a suitcase immediately and headed out the door, her hair a mess and her eyes appeared sunken.

strange was just coming back from wherever, looking handsome as always. he stopped when he saw anna.

“anna? hi.”

she looked at him and away, locking the door. “anna, is everything okay?”

“i thought we were just supposed to mind our business” was all anna said as she walked past the man. it brought her no joy to talk to him like that. but she couldn’t handle his constant mood swings. strange looked away, hurt evident in his eyes. not that anna knew, she’d barely looked at him.

he sighed and went back to his apartment. he didn’t know what to do about his marriage. all he knew was he needed some personal time. if only christine would let him have it.

because she’d constantly try to beg him to not leave her. she couldn’t even give him time and space, let alone her loyalty. did he really want a marriage this hard and awful?

stephen strange was only growing apart from christine, although he cried himself to sleep every night. he loved christine, but he hated her. it was awful.

and he honestly felt like he had no one to talk to.

except when sam had come around to water anna’s plants while she was gone and saw him sulking at the park. he looked awful, like all life had been drained out of him.

and he felt like he had to go comfort him. they were there when it was time to gossip and snoop around and he sure as hell should be there for the man when he was at his low.

and surprisingly for him, strange had let him stay and talked to him, thanking him for his company after. it became a regular thing. sam and stephen sat down whenever sam came to water anna’s plants. he told stephen where she was but he couldn’t really provide him with any updates because she wasn’t contacting him as much.

anna wanted to stay by her cousin’s side forever. but eventually, she had to return to her apartment. her cousin was doing a bit better but she was still under critical care.

as wanda walked beside her, helping her bring her stuff back up to her apartment, she spotted sam and stephen sitting together in the park. “what the hell?”

“yeah” wanda spoke softly, worried anna might get mad. “um, it turns out stephen’s pretty much alone with no one to talk to. and sam felt bad for snooping so he figured he should at least try and be there for the guy.”

anna wasn’t mad at all. she had other things that were occupying her mind and honestly, she thought sam was doing the right thing. she always told her friends about everything and couldn’t imaging stephen going through something so awful on his own. he deserved companionship, even if he’d done her wrong.

***

“how’s uh, how’s anna holding up?” stephen asked sam the night after she’d returned.

turns out him and sam shared a love for the same type of music and were actually sort of becoming friends. but it was as if there was an unspoken boundary neither wanted to cross, considering sam was anna’s best friend.

“not great” sam sighed before passing the joint over to stephen. “the doctors aren’t letting on much and she hates the wait.”

“that’s awful” stephen frowned before taking a puff. “has she been uh, taking care of herself?”

“barely” sam sighed. “me and wanda are trying our best but we can only do so much. she’s started stepping out more, laughing more. so that’s good.”

stephen felt awful about anna. especially remembering the last conversation he’d had with her. “and is she okay with us, hanging out?”

“yeah” sam smiled. “anna’s pretty forgiving. really kind. she asks about you everyday.”

stephen felt himself smiling softly, nodding. “hey, sam?”

“hm?”

“my friends having a party this sunday. he’s invited all his colleagues and encouraged us to bring our friends. why don’t you, wanda, and anna join me? i’d love to have you guys there. and anna can get out a bit more too.”

sam shrugged. “i’ll have to ask her. if she says no, can i still come along?”

stephen smiled. “of course.”

…

a/n: hi guys, i’m back! sorry if this reads more like a filler but fillers are crucial okay 😁. and yes i named the chapter after a taylor swift song and i’m very proud of myself lol. hope you guys liked it. i’m very grateful to all of you for being here, you guys have no idea 💗💗💗 let me know what you thought and see you all next week!!

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WC: 0.8k | CHARACTERS: anakin skywalker, reader NOTES: current personal headcanons for anakin that i carry with me through every piece of content i write for him. may misalign with canon content i haven’t read WARNINGS: sexuality details | cursing | mentioned: nudity, media pieces from irl

updated 12.10.22

he wears contacts for battle, but has wire reading glasses he uses alone at home. is no longer ashamed of them as he was when he was a boy, but he has no reason to bring them up in conversation therefore not many people know about them (link to full version)

won’t wear a shirt if he can help it. shirtless when at home, or working out. sleeps naked or in just sweatpants. goes commando. doesn’t like the way clothes feel on his skin especially if the fabric is rough

is capable of cooking, but does not cook or eat for taste. it’s an enjoyable experience to fill his stomach and no longer feel hunger, but the taste of food means nothing to him and eats for nutrition. his meals are bland because he doesn’t care

the only time he is picky when it comes to food is the texture. he’ll not eat something if he disagrees with the texture. things slimy will not enter his mouth. however, he would eat a bug randomly for a “battle pick me up” and say its because theyre “full of protein and nutrients” and he really likes it when it catches people off guard. likes it even more when they’re visibly disgusted

he loves drinks though. at one point he’s introduced to a magenta-colored fruity drink that is not made on any other planet. he’s surprised by how much he likes it, and gets it every time he’s on world.

will not say no to a hot chocolate but it must be prepared a very specific way

his dorm is messy, but he knows where everything is

the genre of music he likes the most and most frequently listens to would be called “90’s alternative and indie rock” in our universe. bands like muse, switchfoot, radiohead, rage against the machine; a little of u2, linkin park, nirvana, deftones, remy zero, vertical horizon. would venture into snow patrol, coldplay. etc.

there’s a song he can’t stop listening to, from a holo-film he can’t stop re-watching called i’m still here from treasure planet. he doesn’t fully understand why. it moved him so deeply he’d have dreams of running through a field and feeling the wind in his hair, using the full extent of his powers in an uninhabited environment to be reminded of what he’s capable of without his life or the lives of others on the line

listens to music when he pilots his squadron on his ship because he feels like it “pumps them up”

heavyweight on the mats, but lightweight when it comes to drinking— is embarrassed of that

he finds himself jealous of people with loving families, but quickly snuffs it out.

loves working out, loves endorphins, loves blowing off steam. makes the room shake when he uses the punching bag. has broken one off the chain with his metal arm when he forgot to pull his punches

uses grown people as weights to bench press as a party trick

sings well but does not sing in front of other people. it’s very gravelly and light as a feather. he doesn’t know how to put power behind his voice, but its pleasurable to listen to if one is lucky enough he hasn’t noticed one in the room

is not a gifted dancer. rhythm does not come easily, nore dance moves. he’s stiff and uncomfortable doing it. and will sit out the entire night during a celebration that features a dance floor and blaring music— however, noble dances with rigid movements and steps he can memorize? considerably better at those

is not the best conversationalist because he lacks a certain class with it. he skips pleasantries and gets straight to the point. direct, blunt, and impatient. lacks a filter.

his sexuality eludes him for the most part, it’s not something he takes a lot of time thinking about. he’s demisexual, so he can only be attracted (sexually or romantically) to someone he knows and has spent time with. anatomy doesn’t matter to him, but he’s more inexperienced with amabs as opposed to afabs. that’s purely coincidental

he’s uncomfortable with emotional conversations and physical touch because he always assumes the other person is uncomfortable with/during it. he struggles with physical attention the most to the point where people avoid touching him because they believe so steadfastly he does not like it. he’s much more reserved when it comes to people that aren’t within his inner circle of companions

as said previously— he has a way of conversation that’s very direct which aids him when he’s inspiring those like his troops and ahsoka. he won’t hide things from them, and he’ll say his honest piece. and he’ll inspire those around him doing it

doesn’t like pets; likes droids bcos “there’s not a mess to clean up”

programmed c-3po to care because he wanted his mom to be cared for and worried about

any vehicle he uses is used until it’s barely holding together. he doesn’t waste, and that includes swapping ships out for a newer shinier one when his latest model can be fixed with a couple new parts and some elbow grease. besides he’s named it, and once he names it, he feels obligated to keep it running til it dies

has a very specific brand of humor and when he finds something funny it’s usually something odd or unusual. his laughter is contagious and sometimes the surrounding circle laughs simply because he’s the one laughing first

acted like a fuckboy when he was a virgin, used it for attention. however he can’t flirt for shit when he’s talking to someone he actually really likes

insomniac. not just because of premonition dreams, those came later. he has a hard time staying asleep

hobbies include: working out, eating a bantha’s share, searching for a cheap thrill like a fix, learning languages, working on ships and droids that require it when he has the time, sparring

x reader hcs. —

he’s gross and he will take your gum from your mouth with a kiss

likes it when you ask him to open things for you or grab something from the top shelf out of your reach

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