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libraryofloveletters · 1 year

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Written In The Book of Faith

Carlos Sainz Jr x Fem!Reader

Warnings: lando being the most annoying little brother/friend, Carlos and lando playfully bullying each other, a bit of sadness, right person wrong time, a mix of fluff and angst, reconnection at the end.

Word Count: 3.1k

Author’s Note: based off that trend on tiktok with the quotes that match the couples + despite the title, there are no religious ties/symbolism in this fic at all. -- also idk what this really is, I started writing and here we are.

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Act One: The most beautiful part is, I wasn’t even looking when I found you. - 2019, McLaren.

“C’mon!” Lando pulled you ahead of his brother and his girlfriend, the younger Norris wanting to show you around the building.Lando’s sister in law, Savannah, was your best friend, hence how you ended up at the McLaren hospitality building on one of the busiest weekends.

Silverstone was the home race, not only for the team but McLaren’s very own Lando Norris.

“Oh! Carlos!” The younger driver shouts, his Spanish counterpart turns and smiles when he sees his teammate. “Mate! Why are we shouting?!” He teased, walking over to where the 4 of you stood.

“Carlos, you know my brother and his girlfriend but this is Savannah's best friend, y/n. She’s joining us today.”

You turn your attention to the driver across from you; fluffy brown hair, tanned skin, pink lips that pull your focus, only to be offset by the big brown eyes staring back at you.

“Y/n, this is Carlos Sainz, my teammate.” Lando introduces the two of you and he sticks his hand out, “nice to meet you.” He smiles as your hand meets his. Carlos lets go of your hand and the loss of touch felt as if someone replaced his hand with an ice cube.

Carlos’s eyes fixed on you, admiring the blue dress you had on and the way it fit you like it was made just for you. He smiled as his eyes met yours once more.

“We’ve got to go,” Lando says linking, arms with you, your attention is pulled from the Spaniard across from you.

“Stop looking at her like that,” He says to Carlos and pulls you away. Both you and Carlos go red, rolling your eyes at the younger driver.

The day went by quicker than expected, the three of you watched the race from the McLaren garage and the rest went reasonably well for Carlos. He came in P6 and Lando came in P11. After post race debriefs and media, you all headed back to the hotel to clean up and have dinner.

The hotel restaurant is fancier than usual, Lando wasn’t in the mood for fancy. The younger driver was like your little brother and somehow always got you to side with him. “Can we ditch?” The boy leans over and asks you but you shake your head, “your brother wanted to come here so Savannah is making us stay.”

“No, C’mon.” He groans. “Let’s go get some pizza.” Lando says.

At that moment, it's like Lando’s saviour walked into the room. Carlos, along with Rupert and his cousin, Caco, walked in. “Carlos!” Lando waved him over and he turned, making a beeline to the table you were at.

“Muppet!” Carlos ruffled his hair, “what’s up?”

“Join us,” he says, nodding towards the seat next to you. “No, I couldn't intrude.” He says, Rupert and Caco already in their own conversation with Savannah and Oliver at the table. The two of them have sat down already, it was only Carlos that was putting up a fuss.

Shifting in your seat, you look back at Carlos, “it’s not an intrusion if we’re inviting you.” You nod towards the seat beside you since the other two had been filled. “Sit, please.”

Lando leans forward, glancing at you two. “Oh when I ask, you said no but let y/n ask and all of a sudden you’re okay to sit.” He teased his teammate and Carlos reached behind you to pinch Lando’s shoulder which shut him up.

His arm remained on your chair, resting there for a while as the waiter came around to take your orders.

Despite Lando's efforts to make conversation with two of you, you and Carlos were wrapped up with your own conversation the entire night. Without the pressure of race day, and Lando pulling you two away from each other, it turns out you have a lot in common; you're both the oldest of three siblings, both career driven, both extremely playful and loved to have fun away from the pressure of life.

“Are you joining us ?” Savannah called for you from across the table. “Joining you for?” You asked, not completely paying attention to what she was saying.

“Germany, in two weeks. They’ve got a race.”

“Oh, I couldn’t intrude. You’ve been kind enough to bring me along this weekend.”

Carlos nudges you, “it’s not an intrusion if we’re inviting you.” He says, mirroring your words back to you. “Come as my guest then, Lando’s boring anyways.” He smiles at you.

“Hey!” Lando groans.

You can feel Carlos’ eyes on you as you speak to Savannah, the man studying you like he had to write a test. Memorizing your every feature; the way you smile, the curve of your lips, the bridge of your nose, the way your lashes flutter against your cheeks.

The night wrapped up shortly after, all of you would be going home on Tuesday and then leaving for Germany the following Monday. You and Savannah decided you’d go out for a bit, grab a drink or two before calling it a night.

Another outfit change was needed so you two left the boys at the restaurant and headed up.

Carlos’s eyes follow you out the doors of the restaurant. The smile on his face was undeniable. “I see the way you look at her,” Lando whispers to his friend.

He looks at the English driver, “what ?”

Lando might be oblivious most of the time, but he wasn’t that blind. He could see that his teammate took a liking to you.

“Ask her for her number,” He suggests, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “What? No. I barely know her, that’ll be really weird.” Carlos huffs to the younger man next to him.

“How else are you supposed to get to know her?” He asks, “by staring at her like a creep?” Lando turns to face his friend and Carlos rolls his eyes.

“Shut up, Lando.”

Lando ignores Carlos’ nonsense, fully well knowing that his friend liked his other friend. Though Lando would never admit it, he liked cheesy romances and if he could play his part as the matchmaker in this one, he would absolutely do it.

Carlos’s phone sat on the table, unlocked.

The idea popped into his head as he reached for the phone. Lando typed in the number, adding your name to it. He set the phone back down in front of Carlos. He looks over at the phone and then back at Lando.

“Is that..” “Her number? Yeah, don’t be stupid. Use it.”

The boys split up and decided to go their separate ways for the night. Carlos says that he's gonna run upstairs and get his car keys before they head out.

The phone in his hand as he headed to the elevator, he couldn’t help but look at the number. He glances at himself in the reflection of the elevator doors and decides to click the number. The line rings a few times before you pick up, “hello?”

“Hi, it's uh- it’s Carlos.”

“Oh hey!” You smiled, “what’s up?” You grabbed your bag as you stepped out of your room.

Carlos stepped into the elevator, “nothing, headed up to get my keys. You?”

You walked to the elevator, you hit the button when you realized the strap on your heel was undone. “Oh, Savannah and I are going out for drinks.”

“I hope this isn’t too forward of me,” he pauses, glancing up at the numbers above the doors. You were fiddling with the strap and finally getting it into the loop when you stood back up.

“I’d like to take you out, on a date. Like a proper date.” He finally speaks.

“So Lando wouldn’t third wheel?” You laughed, looking at your reflection in the elevator doors as you tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Just us, no Lando.” He smiled.

The elevator ding ran through both sides of the call and the doors opened.

You and Carlos are face to face.

His big brown eyes meet yours, and even under the horrible orangish lighting of the elevator, she can make out every single curve and line on his face. Carlos smiles at you, your previously pink lipgloss replaced with red lipstick that brought every freckle and feature on your face to life.

“So what do you think?” He asked into the phone despite being across from you.

Nodding, you smile once more. Something you found yourself doing often in his presence. “I'd like that.”

Act Two: Maybe we were meant to meet, but not to be. - 2020, McLaren.

Life works in funny ways.

You met this wonderful man, one who made you laugh and smile, cry tears of happiness, held your hand and hugged you when you needed support. You did the same for him but as the days went on, the distance between you two grew.

More and more, the distance made you realize that you two just weren't meant to be.

The teabag spun in the cup as you twirled the string. “This is it?” You ask him, looking across the kitchen at the man.

Carlos looked at you, the sadness written across his face was enough to make a grown man cry. “I guess it is.” He says quietly, saying it any louder would break him.

“It’s what’s best.” You tell him, walking over. Your face to face with him, his hand reaching for you. “For who, mi amor?”

Carlos's eyes are teary, you pressed your lips together and looked away from him, because one more moment looking at him would have broken you. “We can’t keep doing this, Carlos.” A hand comes up to rest on his cheek, he nods softly.

“I know but..”

“Please, don’t make this harder than it is.” You whisper to him.

From the moment you met him, you knew he was the right person for you; this man was your soulmate but it was the wrong time. You were in different stages of your life. Carlos was leaving McLaren, moving to Ferrari which was his dream. You had just gotten your dream job, you couldn't just up and leave any week you felt like joining him.

It wasn’t enough for you two to make it work.

It was time to call things quits before you both ended up more hurt than you wanted to be.

Stability was needed to make a relationship work and this wasn’t that. It was almost impossible for this to work.

Carlos pulls you against him, holding you close as he wraps his arms around you. “Te quiero mucho.” He whispers to you, his voice quiet.

You hum in response, nodding. “I love you.”

He held you for a few more moments, his arms squeezing you tightly like this was the last time because it was. You walked him to the door, Carlos held your hand, smiling at you as you two stood in the doorway.

“Anytime you need me, I'm here.” He says to you and you nod, “me too. I’ll be watching.” You give him a smile and he pulls you in for one last hug, kissing your temple softly.

“Okay go, you need to get on your flight.” You give him a light push. Carlos steps out, walking to the elevator. You watch from the doorway as he steps on and then turns to face the doors.

He gives you a small smile. I love you, he mouths to you and you nod, holding back tears as you pull your lips together.

Me too, you mouth back, a hand over your heart.

Act Three: I don’t know what we are, but I miss what we were. - 2022, Ferrari.

It’s been two years since you’ve seen him. Life has gone on, it’s not the same but it’s gone on because that’s what it does.

Time doesn’t wait for anyone.

Work brought you to London, you had a few days before you had to leave and you were meeting up with Lando, Oliver, Savannah and their baby girl for dinner later that afternoon.

The weekend had been hectic, between work and the race, you hadn't had much time to actually work on the stuff you needed for when you got back. Hence why you found yourself in the coffee shop, nursing a now cold latte as you clicked away on your laptop.

You took up a very small corner table at the back, you sat with your back to the crowd, your eyes fixed on the screen in front of you when you heard the person speak.

Surely, you heard wrong.

Must have, because you glanced over your shoulder and you didn’t see anyone you recognized. You went back to your work, scrolling through the files in search of the one you needed when you felt someone tap your shoulder. Finally, you turn around to see who it was and it turns out, you did hear correctly.

“I thought that was you,” he says, a smile that pulls on your heart strings plastered on his face.

“Carlos,” you let out a breath, smiling at the man.

He looked the same; same unruly brown hair, big brown eyes, pouty lips. Except he looked a bit older, mature so to speak. His stubble covered his jaw, a green sweater clinging to his shoulders as he stood in front of you.

“Can I...” he trails off and glances at the seat across from you. You breathe an oh and gesture to the seat, shifting to sit properly and he settles in.

The cup had something black in it and by the smell of it, coffee. Some things don’t change.

“You changed your hair, almost didn’t recognize you.” He says, sipping the black coffee.

The long hair you once had now replaced by a shorter cut, the hair sat in curls on your shoulders. You didn’t change at all, hadn’t aged a day he thought. Must have been taking care of yourself.

He tried to subtly ask Lando how you were ever so often, late night stalking led him to Savannah’s Instagram page in hopes of catching a glimpse of you; he always hoped you were happy.

Carlos never knew you did the same but with Lando. You always checked up on him quietly; it was the little things, looking for him in the other drivers’ stories or posts, following his name up and down the leaderboard during the races.

He was your soulmate; right person, wrong time unfortunately.

“What brings you to London ?” Carlos asks after a minute. You shut your laptop, looking at him now. “Work, but also the race.”

“Ah,” he smiles, “you were there? At Silverstone?”

“I was.”

“I didn’t see you.”

“You know I don’t take much space, don’t capture the attention of the public quite like a Ferrari driver.” You joked, earring a smile. “Congratulations.” You say to him and Carlos’ brows pulled together like he had forgotten the momentous weekend he had.

“Your maiden pole.. and your win? You were fantastic.”

He smiles at you once more, “thank you. Did you watch the podium or were you hidden away like you always are?”

“No,” you chuckled, reminded of his McLaren days when you always found yourself in the back of the garage, away from the view of the public. “I was there, watched you cross the line and everything.” You tell him.

Carlos reaches over the table, his hand rests on yours. “It means a lot that you were there.”

“You didn’t know I was.” Your eyes find his. “I did always say you were my lucky charm, didn’t I? Life works in mysterious ways, amor.”

And that it does.

Out of all the places to bump into him, a coffee shop in central London wasn’t on your list.

There’s comfortable silence between the two of you. The hustling and noise of the coffee shop fizzled away as if you two were in your own little bubble. The phone on the table buzzes.

From Lando: pick you up at 6?

You pick it up and type back a response.

To Lando: Make it 6:15, headed back to the hotel now.

From Lando: sounds good.

“I should get going,” you tell him, slipping your laptop into your bag as you get up. Carlos mirrors your actions, standing. “Let me walk you out, I'm heading out too.”

His hand rested on your lower back as he led you out of the busy cafe. The touch sent a shiver up your spine, it was as if nothing had changed; the touch was so natural as was the way you leaned into it.

“Which way are you headed?” He asks and you nod to the right. “I’m the other way,” he tells you.

“Well, it was nice to see you.” You say and Carlos reaches for you, pulling you into a hug. You lean into the man, he instinctively wraps his arms around you a little tighter.

Just the two of you once again.

“I really do need to go,” you whisper to him and he hums, rubbing your back softly before he takes a step back.

Old memories bubbling up onto the surface and any more time together, the two of you would be in tears.

“Hold on!” Carlos says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out what looked like a crumpled up receipt. He’s feeling his pockets but he can’t seem to find what he’s looking for.

“What?” You look at him, “do you have a pen?” He asks and you peek into your bag before pulling one out.

The man scribbles something down on the paper and hands it over to you, along with the pen. Nine numbers scrawled on the back of a receipt. “In case you're in Madrid,” he says, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Call me.”

The number on the paper was the same it had always been; the same number you had memorized since you met him.

“Okay.” You nod, tucking it into your bag with the pen.

“Okay.” He nods, the two of you lingering in the street outside of the coffee shop. His brown eyes meet yours, “goodbye y/n.” He says quietly.

“Goodbye Carlos.”

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rickgrimeswifey · 2 years

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Request: could you please write one where y/n goes out into the woods without permission or guarding and negan finds out which causes an argument and he gives y/n a spanking which leads to sex 😉 pleasee thankyou so much if u do!

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A/n: Just saw this in my ask box and oh my god this whole fic just laid itself out perfectly in my head!! IMPORTANT NOTE: I’ve never written the ‘spanking’ part before so you’ll have to bare with that part and try not to cringe to death while you read my first attempt at that.

I HAVEN’T CHECKED FOR ANY TYPOS OR SUCH SO JUST BE AWARE!

Category: Smut

Pairing: Negan Smith x fem!reader

Season: 5 (I know he doesn’t exist in the show yet but this gotta be before Rick and his group)

Warnings: Verbal argument, language, pure filth, spanking, hair pulling, degrading, unprotected sex, cream pie, rough sex, use of the pet-names, good girl and baby.

Word count: 4.2k

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She knew it was very wrong and dangerous... but she needed to get out of there for a short while. Not for too long, just half an hour or so. Being Negans wife was great overall expect when he got mad.

Y/n had done this once before and when she was caught, Negan completely lost his shit. His rules are never meant to be broken. The consequences she'd gotten from going out into the woods was the worst punishment she had ever received, Negan had given her the silent treatment for three weeks. He went that hard on her because she refused to apologize before he had his men lock her inside her bedroom. She was kept in her room where she wasn't allowed to see him or interact with anyone expect when Simon brought her dinner. Those were the longest three weeks of her life and it affected her mentally.

Sure, it was like torture on her side, although, it was still nothing too extreme coming from Negan. She had her own bathroom, was fed meals everyday and had a comfortable bed. He could've just thrown her in a cell yet he went easy on her. Negan knew exactly what he was doing when he locked her in there because as soon as he let her out himself, Y/n latched onto him starting to kiss him and apologize. She had missed her husband a lot. She never dared to rule against Negan for three months until here she was again wondering around deep inside the forest until she found a large beautiful tree to sit down by and relax.

The guards that were on watch were easy to sneak past, even though Negan didn't let her go outside unsupervised for the first couple of week after she was let out of her room, she still knew who was gonna be where and when. The guards that were outside right now doesn't pay a lot of attention to who goes where, they mostly just sits on their ass talking with each other. Therefore Y/n could just more or less walk out of there.

When she felt like she had enough of being out here after what she assumed was about an hour, she started to stand up to then make her way back to the Sanctuary. After she stood up she pulled down her tight black dress, she thought it was too short since it ended at the start of her thighs but Negan loved it. It had a v-shaped cleavage and the t-shirt arm parts were separated into two pieces. There were two straps on each arm, one went over the scapula and then the shoulder was bare and then there was the next strap that was thicker than the other one. Y/n was also wearing some jewelry, a pair of gold earrings, bracelet and a necklace. Negan had gotten it all for her when she said she wanted to make her outfit look fancier and more expensive, since the dress looked to be pricey.

Once she saw the Sanctuary again she snuck back inside to her room. Happy that she'd gotten away with sneaking out or so she thought... when it was starting to become nighttime Simon walked into the lounge to announce who Negan wanted to see. It was Wednesday and he had just had Y/n in his room yesterday, that's why her and the other wives furrowed their eyebrows in unison. Confusion washing over all of their faces. Negan never called for someone two days in a row unless the wife was new, he was always more interested in getting to know the new wife and spending his time with her to make her feel welcome.

Y/n stood up and went along as Simon escorted her to Negans room. This was also weird because they just did this for the new wives, for them to learn the route to Negans room. Y/n always went alone, she knew all the ways around here. When they reached Negans room he was nowhere to be found, Y/n looked back at Simon with pure confusion on her face. He just stood firmly on the ground leant against the doorway.

"Negan will arrive soon, please go ahead and take a seat in the meantime." Simon informed and reached out his arm to signalize for Y/n to sit down in the armchair.

She squinted her eyes trying to understand what the hell was going on because this was very weird. She didn't disobey though, she walked over slowly and took a seat in the leather armchair. The leather squeaking being the only noise that was heard inside the room. Simon didn't leave the doorway, he just stood there waiting. Y/n turned around carefully and inspected him, he was looking down onto the floor lost in his own thoughts. She turned back around and started to get nervous, something was definitely wrong here.

Y/n continued staring forward until she heard footsteps down the hall. She looked down onto her hands, that she was now fiddling around with her fingers with, trying to ease the anxiety that was increasing rapidly. Y/n knew those footsteps, it was Negan.

"You can take your leave now Simon, I've got it from here." He sheeted when he walked into the room with Lucille on his shoulder.

Simon closed the door before walking away leaving Y/n alone with Negan. She followed him with his gaze as he placed Lucille down at the door then walked by her to pour some whiskey before sitting down in front of her on his leather couch. He drank all the whiskey he poured up before sighing feeling the burn in his throat. Negan placed the glass down on the table in front of him. He leant back onto his couch staring at her. His gaze was unreadable, it looked sweet, stern and angry all at once. Negan himself looked very calm though, no nostrils flaring or rapid breathing. Y/n started to relax now, thinking Simon just escorted her because Negan had some delay with his business here at the place he runs.

"How've you been, doll?" He asked placing his leg over the other and lacing his fingers together, putting his hands on his left thigh.

"I've been doing okay, how about you?" Y/n wondered putting her leg over her other leg just like Negan had done.

"I’ve been doing fucking great dear wife, what you been up to today?" Negan slimmed his eyes down at her, staring at her intensely.

Y/n's pulse rose, maybe he knew after all. She just couldn't let him know she was getting nervous. So she sat still and answered calmly. "I've been down at the library getting a new book to read... nothing else really.” Y/n shrugged.

"Nothing else, at all?" Negan questioned and looked her up and down.

She swallowed thickly, he definitely knew. Still she wouldn't give in, Y/n knew he wanted her to. Yet, she wouldn't budge.

"So your definition of 'nothing else really' is sneaking out of here just like you did a while back?" He put his other leg down on the ground and leant forward, now staring more sternly at Y/n.

She sunk into her seat a little growing increasingly worried and anxious.

"I didn't do that." Y/n was quick to defend herself.

"Oh, but you did sweetheart. You must think I have no idea what goes around here, and now that you did this again, poor Jimmy will have to face the iron for not doing his job properly." Negan informed knowing she would almost break when he threatened the leader of the group that was on guard duty to face the iron.

Y/n just stared at him, refusing to give in. Negans facial expression grew more irritated, his eyes slimming down more and that grin of his turning into a frustrated frown.

"I. didn't. fucking. do. it." She growled at him, fuming for trying to guilt her into confessing.

Negan slammed his fist onto the table out of anger making Y/n jump in her seat at the sound of the obnoxiously loud bang. Her chest was rising rapidly, Negan making her furious.

"Then I guess Jimmy will have to fucking face Lucilles bad side instead and the whole rest of the group, do you want that?" Negan threatened, his nostrils flaring. "If you just goddamn admit to running off again, he can get the iron and the others will be spared." He said fuming with anger.

"Alright!" Y/n snapped. "Fine, I did it. I ran off into the woods again!" She confessed, having Negan successfully break her.

He stared at her with his jaw tightly clenched.

"What did I say would happen last time if you ever pulled something like that again?" Negan asked, his voice full with edge and fury.

She sunk down further into the chair remembering his exact words. She broke off the eye contact and started fiddling with her fingers, looking down at the floor.

“I see you remember,” he said amused. “Repeat it for me.” Negan spat, Y/n knew he wasn’t playing around.

All she could do know was try and ease the level of cruelness the punishment she soon had to face was going to be at. Y/n knew Negan didn’t play around when it was about his rules.

“You said, ‘If you ever try to pull something like this again, I’ll throw you in one of the cells and find another wife.’” Y/n swallowed thickly, she hadn’t thought of that earlier when she was outside.

“That is exactly right!” Negan snapped, whisper shouting.

“Negan please-” Y/n started to plea but was cut off.

“Please what? Don’t throw you into one of those shitty cells and feed you dog food?” He retorted.

She looked up from the ground to Negan, nodding slowly. Looking at him with sad big eyes hoping it would have some affect on him.

“I’m sorry...” Y/n apologized, voice full of regret, almost shaking with fear.

Negan just stared at her for a couple minutes just inspecting her features as she continuously stared at him hoping he’d change his mind. When he stood up suddenly, Y/n flinched thinking he was gonna grab her and take her to the cells. But he walked slowly passed her and to his bed. He clicked his tongue against the top of his mouth meanwhile he slowly unzipped his leather jacket.

“Now what am I going to do with you...” he sighed.

Y/n sat looking down at the floor again, she didn’t dare to look up again at him. When Negan had placed his leather jacket, his belts and his leather glove on his bed he walked back to the couch, taking a seat further to the other armrest this time past the middle part. He leant back and looked at her again making Y/n look up, she didn’t dare to push him further by not cooperating. Negan gently patted his lap and motioned for her to come over with his fingers.

She furrowed her eyebrows but obeyed standing up and walking around the table standing by his lap. Y/n stared at him, confused as of what he wanted her to do.

“Lay down.” He instructed and patted his lap softly again.

“What are you going to do, Negan?” Y/n asked now more confused than worried.

“Well you haven’t been behaving and you deserved to be punished old school if you don’t want to go in the cell...” Negan taunted.

“You want to spank me...?”

“Mhm...” Negan hummed. “Until that sweet ass of yours looks all marked up.”

Y/n suddenly felt offended, he’d never done anything like that before or spoke of it. And it was quite offensive and degrading to think of it.

“No.” She said plainly.

He just raised an eyebrow at her and smirked.

“Really?” he asked grinning. “No?” Negan pouted at her.

“No, never in my life Negan.” Y/n crossed her arms across her chest to try and assert her dominance in the situation.

“You do know there are a lot of other women wanting to fill your place?” Negan asked daringly, but it wasn’t a really question more a threat.

“Great, you can spank them instead.” She bitched at him.

“Woh!” He breathed out surprised and amused. “You have big balls for someone being minutes away from being thrown into a dark and cold cell.” Negan reminded her passive aggressively, making Y/n consider his offer for a second about her receiving a spanking.

It was better than that torture hell hole they called a cell, no one wanted that. Negan wasn’t going to hurt her, it was just that she didn’t want to be so submissive to him all the time. Can’t she be aloud to go outside, what is the big deal? Negan noticed her thinking about it and smiled widely to himself.

“You know you deserve it...” his mocking voice rang loudly in her ears.

Y/n shot an annoyed look at him telling him to shut up. He just smiled, sliding his tongue between his teeth slowly. She had never seen him so satisfied and amused before.

“You’re a fucking sicko Negan.” She seethed as she went forward and sat down beside him.

“C’mon you’ll like it, as much of a naughty girl as you are, breaking rules and shit.” He placed his hand on her back. “I’ll take good care of you.” Negan grinned guiding her to lay over his lap. “You gotta get some punishment.”

“Asshole.” Y/n rolled her eyes.

She was laid over his lap with her lower stomach on his lap and her ass up in his direction. Negan started drawing small circles going up her thigh making Y/n feel heat rising in her lower stomach. He grabbed the end of her dress and pulled it up over her ass revealing her soft flesh completely expose since she was wearing a thong.

“Tell me baby, were you hoping for this earlier today? I mean judging by the choice of black lace underwear, can’t even call it underwear more a pair of two strings-”

“Stop being such a fucking dick.” Y/n growled from her position looking back at him.

“Oh,” he breathed out daringly. “Feisty today, aren’t ya?”

“Just fucking get started...” she mumbled.

“You’re eager for it, aren’t you?” Negan asked meanwhile he caressed her ass, guiding his hand to her pussy. “Tell me Y/n...” he began, teasing her inner thighs with his devilish touches. “Would you rather have me here at your pretty pussy?”

Y/n had to hold back a small moan from his words. Fuck, she thought to herself. Why did this man have to know her so well? She wanted to be mad at him, she needed to be because he had been such a fucking asshole but she just couldn’t stay mad.

“Mmm...” she hummed.

“What was that?” Negan was quick to ask, sliding his finger closer to the fabric of her thong. “Want me to remove these slutty pair of panties, babydoll?”

“Fuck... yeah.” Y/n exhaled deeply, feeling Negan reach for the hem of her underwear.

He then slid his hand up her thigh after throwing the panties onto the floor. When he got to her heat he pressed his knuckle lightly against her clit, making her grip onto the couch and pull her lower lip in between her teeth, biting down in hopes to hold the moan trying to escape her lips out. When Negan put more pressure on her clit with his knuckle, Y/n couldn’t help but to let out a moan.

“Please...” she plead, not quite sure what she was begging for.

“No no. You still have a punishment remaining, don’t for a second think I’ve forgotten about that.” Negan reminded, making her more bite down onto her lip again.

The thought of a spanking now sounded more exciting to Y/n as she was feeling hot. She felt his hand slowly going over her ass cheek, Negan gripped her ass making her gasp before he raised his hand and a loud smack was hard in the room. Y/n felt the stinging on her ass and wanted to touch it out of reflex to ease the pain but Negan grabbed her hand, pushing it away. Soon the stinging sensation turned into something that was somewhat pleasurable. Another hard smack landed on the exact same spot making Y/n gasp again feeling how her core started aching, begging for someone to please her. It tingled satisfyingly on her asscheek as Negan landed another sharp spank. She let out a soft moan from the feeling earning another smack on the exact same place from Negan.

“Shit.” Y/n whimpered after a couple of minutes when Negan had smacked the same spot rapidly and it was now turning into a sharp stinging sensation she didn't like as much.

“What’s the matter baby, starting to not enjoy yourself as much anymore?” Negan taunted.

“Fuck off.” Y/n spat through gritted teeth only earning a harder smack from Negan.

He gripped her hair pulling her head back. “Had enough yet?”

Negan spanked her again and she moaned with her cheeks flushed red, eyes looking forward with tears starting to form in them from the overwhelming stinging.

“You ever gonna pull something off like that again?” Negan asked with a dangerously low tone in her ear.

“Fuck. you.” Y/n remarked.

He gripped her hair tighter and smacked the hardest he’d done yet making Y/n’s back arch as she opened her mouth and let out a soft gasp. She quickly chewed down onto her bottom lip not wanting Negan to see her enjoying this. Because then she’d prove him right about the fact that she did in fact like this.

“You ever gonna pull something like that again?” He asked again now practically growling in her ear.

When she didn’t answer Negan landed another hard smack making Y/n cry out from the stinging sensation. Her right asscheek having multiple red marks silhouetting a hand, all of the marks were almost in the same spot.

“I’m not!” she cried out from the mix of pleasure and pain.

He smacked her ass once again still having her hair in a tight grip, Y/n had her eyes closed concentrated on the stinging on her ass. “You promise?” she could hear Negan purr in her ear.

“Yes, Negan! I promise!” she swore as her voice trembled, completely overwhelmed by this new type of pleasure.

Negan landed one last brutal spank before leaning into her ear and whispering; “Good.” Sending a chilling shiver down Y/n’s spine.

He let go of her hair and Y/n breathed heavily into the couch, the stinging on her ass calming down now that another smack was not collided with it. Although, the aching between her legs was not calming down, this whole thing had made her so turned on and she had no idea why. She felt Negan hand creep up her inner thigh back to her cunt. Her body shook from being so aroused when he put a bit of pressure on her clit then proceeded to feel how wet she was.

“Shit,” he grinned. “You really liked that didn’t you?” Negan taunted teasingly.

“Shut up.” Y/n growled hating how right he was.

“You know what?” he removed his hand from her core making Y/n cry out in frustration. “I do not appreciate that tone of yours. You need to calm the fuck down.” Negan warned.

“I don’t give a shit.” She pushed him further.

Y/n gasped when Negan gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head back. “Do you want me to fuck that nasty attitude out of you? Because I will gladly do it, if it means that I will not have to put up with that annoying ass attitude of yours.”

She whimpered at his words thinking about what he’d just said. Y/n pushed her hips down in hopes of that Negans hand was under her since she couldn’t look back and see for herself.

“Would you like that doll?” he asked wanting her to say it herself.

“Yes!” Y/n cried out frustrated, still trying to search for his fingers.

Negan pulled her up from her lap and stood up, he turned her around so that she was on her knees on the couch, her chest past the backrest, hands gripping onto it. Negan reached to the zipper of Y/n’s dress and pulled it down, then he roughly pulled the dress over her head automatically making her sit up to follow the motion of the piece of fabric that was being pulled off of her. He quickly unclasped her bra and tossed it onto the floor where the dress was already laying. Negan put his hand on her upper back and pressed her forward so that she was bent over the couch.

He unzipped his jeans and pulled his thick length out. Then Negan proceeded to grip Y/n’s hips and held her in place before guiding his dick to her dripping entrance. She groaned at the feeling how Negan stretching her just the way she loved. Y/n gripped onto the couch when he began moving inside her, pulling his hips back to then ram back inside. It was fortunate for Y/n that Negan was holding her in place since she still flew forward with the force he was using.

“Fuck!” she cried out enjoying how Negan repeatedly pounded in and out of her.

“Yeah? You like this?” he asked. “Now tell me, are you going to be a good girl from now on?”

He had bent himself over so his mouth was at her ear, making her whole body shiver as he whispered. Y/n bit down on her lower lip, focusing on the pleasure currently being brought to her.

“Are you?” Negan spat, yanking her head backwards by her hair.

All Y/n could do was moan and whimper while he fucked into her brutally. She opened her mouth trying to answer but no words came out, just a gasp.

“Answer me baby...” he whispered teasingly with seduction in his voice.

She held on tighter to the backrest and couldn’t even hold her own head up when Negan let go off of her hair and stood up properly again.

“Yes, Negan!” Y/n managed to get out, it didn’t sound genuine though more pornographic.

“Good.” Negan grunted firmly, thrusting into her cunt harder.

As the minutes passed Y/n became louder and louder while Negan became more and more confident. He knew he could always make her into this speechless and begging mess during sex.

“Goddamn it, you feel so fucking good around me.” Negan groaned, thrusting into her deeper than before making Y/n arch her back when he hit that special spot.

She screamed out in pleasure as he continuously hit her sweet spot, the knot in her stomach starting to build. Negan smiled at her from behind in pride. He was proud over how loud he made her, how she couldn’t help but be so loud because he made her feel so fucking good.

“Negan!” She called out, he knew this meant that she was very close.

She always began to call out when she was on edge of having an orgasm. As soon as Negan angled his thrust Y/n was pushed over the edge, feeling how the knot in her stomach became undone. Biting down on the backrest while she came, due to the insane pleasure. She didn’t know how else to handle it.

He wasn’t far behind her now, when Negan saw her become undone it turned him on a hundred times more. He continued pounding in and out of her, the wet noises of them filling the room. Y/n’s moans no longer being heard since she was recovering from the full body orgasm she’d just had. Her breath shaky, face red and hair all messed up.

Negan began slowing down his thrusts, grunting when he rammed inside her furiously with all the strength he had. Y/n had put the left side of her face down on the backrest so it was now resting in-between her hands that were still gripping the couch. The tight grip was important so that she wouldn’t slide into the cushions when Negan slammed into her with such force. Soon enough he was stood still, buried as much as he possibly could be inside her. Then he filled her up with his seed, coating her walls white.

His breathing was now matching Y/n’s, both breathing heavily. Negan let himself slip out of her as he softened. He studied how Y/n looked freshly fucked, calming down from pleasure that had filled her to the brim. Negan couldn’t help but to notice how attractive she looked like this. Sweat pearling on her skin, cheeks red, hair messed up and how exhausted she looked. He bent over her and tucked the strands of hair that were in the way behind her right ear.

“Fuck, you are hot...” Negan purred in her ear before pressing a kiss to her neck.

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Shipname: Burnt to the Ground

Part 2 of: Una and Ricardo's Wonderful Sex Adventures

Disclaimer: everything, and I mean everything, belongs to Malin Rydén. It's not my fault his characters are dumbasses and lead to this kind of work. Context: We were talking about Hollow Ground with friends. It occurred to me that Ortega and Una would definitely find a way to be freaky about it. I was encouraged down the path of evil. I can only hope now that Hollow Ground will glimpse this in Una's mind and die from psychic damage, mwah. What to expect: Una and Ortega work on the mysteries of Lord Ember and Hollow Ground's gang wars. All bets are off. All pants are too. Suggestive, though not particularly explicit: rated M.

2021 (UNA)

It starts on Sunday morning, for conspiracy breakfast. It starts when Ricardo pins that picture on the kitchen wall, among the other pictures, among the red thread and the articles, and on the picture there they both are, sharing a look of intensely polished hatred above a champagne glass, Lord Ember and Hollow Ground, seen together at a cocktail party a few months ago, all dapperly decked in—where is that, Carson City? You feel like you know that high-ceilinged room, from a past life, from your past life.

But all in all, it starts because you’re an idiot, and because Ricardo looks like Ricardo does wearing just his sweatpants and not much else. So you say:

“You think they fuck?”

You gotta give it to him: he doesn’t even choke on the coffee he stole from you. No, no. The swallow a casual bob of his lovely throat, then a step back, and serious consideration, eyes on the wall-board, head tilted to the side. You wonder why he ever hated those glasses: they really have a knack for making your stomach flip a little too low.

Never tell him that, though.

“You think they fuck?” he asks, crossing his arms, which jut at the triceps, which you notice, which he knows.

“I think…”

You glance at Hollow Ground’s face again, on the wall: her mirror-face, so similar to yours, though harder, wider; her fancier haircut, her darker hair, her straightened, shortened, whitened teeth. Breaking them knuckles to gums will feel even sweeter knowing they cost her a fortune.

On the kitchen chair, you spread your tattooed legs, which jut at the quadriceps, which he notices, which you know.

“I think she would really hate knowing we know she’s getting pounded into oblivion by the Viscount of San Fran.”

“And you would know…” his smile is a lighthouse, a starburst of delight. “Since you’re practically her, really. Gracias a dios for technology.”

Fuck. Don’t laugh at that. Ignore the challenge smile, the obvious taunt.

“Amen,” you nod. “Want to do something about it?”

Holding his gaze is the kind of effort that makes your head burn; and burn it does, and burn it does, as he steps closer, yes come come closer, you open flame.

“Only if you call me My lord.”

Continued here.

#chargestep #charge #fallen hero #fallen hero: revelations #una #notebooks

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ronearoundblindly · 2 years

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Ro!!! I saw this, and it remind me that nomad stev and reader...

just thinkabout when you and Steve both take a day off, and they start playing

maybe some size difference, size kinks, manhandled and nomad eat you out...(*cough)

fluffy, sweet and smut... I just...🤤🤤🤤

Hehe,loaf ya(*/ω＼*)

sweet googlymoogly, this one hit me like a ton of bricks which is what I imagine it feels like to have Nomad Steve on top of you lol

The Game

Warnings: MINORS DNI, smut, pet names ('little one' and 'kitten'), several positions including doggy style 😉, hint o'size kink, vurray strong Steve but like explicitly cute, if that's a thing, zero attempted editing

You’re trying to read the paper to get an idea of where in the world the group is needed most. The quinjet is parked outside, charging in the sunlight since you all haven’t had the resources to stock jet fuel for months. The delay used to irritate Steve, but he’s remarkably comfortable with downtime now. Why might that be?

It’s hot in the Australian outback, go figure, and a while ago Nat discovered these two cottages on an abandoned ranch. The first time you stayed, you and Sam and Steve and Nat all patched up the structures, spreading out into a ‘girls’ house’ and ‘guys’ house’ for some days of R&R.

That was then; this is now.

Wilson and Romanoff have taken the bikes on a supply run, leaving you and Steve lazing around on two twin mattresses smooshed together on the floor. It’s still fancier than most places you lay your head these days. In naught but underwear and a tank top due to the heat, you’ve opened the newspaper from the other side of the world to see what’s happening out there, spread out on your stomach with arms crossed under your chin.

Steve, completely naked—though you joke that he has enough body hair grown out all over to cover him—makes a show out of sighing heavily before poking at your hip.

“No,” you gripe, swatting at his hand.

He whimpers and tries to tickle you, fingers sliding underneath the hem of your tank.

“I said give me ten minutes.”

“That was nine and a half minutes ago,” he whines.

You push Steve’s broad and heated palm away from you. “Have you been counting?”

“Yes.” He so matter-of-fact about it. It’s infuriating.

You turn to put your back to him. “Then I have thirty more seconds, don’t I?”

Steve growls playfully behind you, the mattress dipping with his weight and you nearly roll over.

“How about a game,” he asks, hot breath on your shoulder as he opens his jaw and lightly bites the curve of you. He keeps his mouth there as his eyes shift to meet yours.

“It’s too hot, Steve.”

“You’re hot.” He releases you and wiggles his eyebrows.

“No—“ you knock his body back with yours “—you are legitimately too hot.”

“Thank you?” He mutters something, and you can’t make it out until you hear, “three, two, one.” Steve runs his hand over your ass, tucking it between your thighs. “So you wanna play a game?”

“And then you’ll leave me alone?”

“If you win, I’ll leave you alone and I’ll cook dinner tonight.”

He knows you well; that’s a fucking challenge to succeed.

“Fine. What’s the game?”

“You have to get away from me.”

“Well, I was trying to do—“ You suck in a gasp when his hand slides across your panties and up your belly beneath your shirt, pushing you flush with his chest.

“Yes, but I wasn’t trying to hold you yet.” Steve nips at your ribcage while his giant paw presses you closer.

He is very hot, the radiating warmth of his skin broken only by the thick cushion of his beard and the bristle of the trimmed hair all down his body. The smooth skin of his dick swells at your ass while he not-quite bites his way up your neck, sealing his hold with a lick along your ear.

“Play with me, little one.”

In such a low voice, his request is indistinguishable from your captain’s command. God, that voice does things to you.

“You want me—“ you roll back toward him, noticing how he relaxes his grip to smooth down over your mound and pull the fabric off “—to get away from you?”

That’s when his other hand, the one you didn’t notice before now, grips at the back of your neck. It’s just a pulse of pressure, a hint of control. “I want you to try.”

Faster than you can exhale a shiver of excitement, your panties are gone, and Steve’s got you on your back, head lolling off the side of the mattress while he pins your hips down. He buries his face in you. It’s not fast or aggressive. He’s not a man starved. He has time, all the time in the world because you can’t get away.

Through pants and rutting groans of pleasure pushed from your lungs, you do try to shift away. That’s the game. Each time you move, even just an inch, Steve tightens around your hips and his teeth graze your inner thigh, a threat, challenge, and tease all in one little motion.

Because little motions are all you’re getting; they’re all you can manage with his strength bearing down and all he’s giving across your clit, but little motions are enough when Steve’s focused. They are more than enough with that fucking beard of his.

When he knows you’re close, he hauls you back onto the mattress, ruining all your progress (that merely got your shoulder blades to the edge). The pull and the burn and the friction and the wet of everything inside and outside of you implodes as your grab Steve’s long hair hard. You’re not even sure whether you’re pushing him into you or pulling him off of you. You’ll never know because, fuck, why would you care? He’s not budging until your screams die down.

Then he drops you, and you weakly scramble to perch yourself on your elbows, anything to show some fight left in your ravaged body.

Game’s not over. Steve’s not done.

By your ankles, he flips you. It’s not that difficult, not for Steve, and you’re not that big, certainly not compared to him.

His palms press and slide up the back of your thighs, over your ass. One stops at your hip. The other settles between those treacherous shoulder blades, riding the tanktop up to just beneath your breasts. The hand at your hip lifts your lower half, presenting everything you have as an offer to Steve. His groan and your whine harmonize and mingle in the red dust blown through the open windows.

Two fingers sink in while he chuckles. “Could have sworn you had claws, kitten,” but it’s too late. He can hold your hip, your arms, your neck, he can drape his weight overtop you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You still fight for every inch, but each rush forward ends with another inch of him sinking into you. By the time your palms are back on the floor, Steve’s buried to the hilt, and all you’ve managed to do is give him a better—no, the best angle to fuck you.

This is a stupid game, and it feels un-win-able. You get away? Well then he’s not inside you anymore, and that’s a travesty. You stop fighting? He might go easy on you, and that’s just plain unacceptable when his dick feels this good. Hell, he sounds so good, grunting and babbling about how tight you are around him, how much he loves watching your ass from ‘way up here,’ how you’re so wet his balls are dripping as they slap against your sensitive nerves. It’s an impossible situation.

But…

Captain said to play the game, and Captain Rogers must be obeyed.

You press against your hands like a stretching cat, shoving Steve back onto his heels. He huffs, his rhythm broken until you attempt to stand and jump off the bed.

Mid-air, he catches you, swatting you back down onto the springy cushion, face up and giggling. You can’t help it. You’re so not sad that your ploy ‘didn’t’ work. Your reward—the thinnest veiled punishment of it all—is Steve’s near-feral attack on your breasts, top ripped over your head, nipples caressed, sucked, and bitten to within an inch of your life, or so it feels to your lung. The now dire ache grows between your legs.

As if on cue, he lines himself back up, a glorious sigh rolling off his shiny pink lips. Steve pushes that giant paw of his into your stomach again, this time using the other to prop your leg over his chest and shoulder. He clutches your thigh to his straining abs.

Sweet mercy, he knows. He goddamn knows that’s the spot. He can feel himself thrust inside you. He savors the slow drag of his head beneath his own fingers through your skin, but he can only handle that so long.

You coming around him is his downfall. His eyebrows synch together crudely, and his movements falter. Steve’s moans cut off in higher and higher whines.

This is your moment; he’s useless when he comes.

You seize onto his broad shoulders for leverage, using the slick of your arousal and his sweat to launch out of his grasp and off the bed. Though the victory feels empty without Steve filling you, you’re granted the glorious sight of the beast that is Nomad frantically stroking himself to completion. His desperate, small cry at having to shoot his load on the sheets beneath him instead of deep in your heat may as well be music.

That treat alone could be enough of a prize, and it is…until those blue eyes turn up toward you through long lashes, a grin breaking through the coarse hair all around it.

“Best two outta three?”

Ope, feeling myself gettin' frisky, gang. Good thing I've got two series that all have smut next...

Hope you enjoyed reading! Reblogs and feedback are always welcome!

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Big session omg, we had to fight Izek and barely won! Mirre accepted another gift and can now summon two spicy puppys, hell hounds. He named them Grimm and Garm.

-After fighting the Nabassu, we headed to the church to drop of the body of Felix. After explaining what happened at the orphanage to Father Lucian, he sent us on the task to find St.Andrals bones which are needed to keep the church consecrated. we agreed and started on the hunt with things left at the scene. torn bits of a sweatshirt, a fishing hook, parts of a bag, a strand of hair, shovel marks inside the crypt. We needed to find these before the feast of st.andral on sunday because we assumed something bad was going to happen then.

-We went to long rest and Rhil and Jace got a bit frisky. While we slept, Jace was visited by Morgantha, the night hag and got to experience a night hag haunting. it sucked.

-the next morning after Rhil worked with Urwin in the kitchen to learn how to cook better and made breakfast. Mirre got a letter from someone named Ernast from Lady Fiona Wachter. I guess she was impressed that Mirre was able to talk down Vargas and wanted to have dinner with him and the group after sundown.

-After some shopping in town square and all of us being disgusted with the stocks. We went to the lake to ask Bluto, the fisherman about the hook and found him being attacked by drowned undead. we booked it onto the lake by boat and started the fight. Rhil, who has a bad fear of deep, open water, was the one to get pulled in and drug underwater.

-after we saved Rhil and finished the fight, a ghost navy ship pulled up and helped us. They asked for assistance with a monster thats been terrorizing the lake, saying that they couldnt rest until it was killed and we accepted. We fought a monster called the Gitrog plus its baby in its cave and came out victorious! We saved Bluto and brought him back to his shack on the lake. He thanked us as Rhil healed up his leg and we offered to come fishing with the man on a less busy day. cant wait for the fishing session with Bluto!

Mirre also found a flintlock pistol and a musket on the ship with a gunsmith kit and bullets. He actually did the finishing shot on the Gitrog momma with his pistol.

-After running to town center to sell our loot, we ran into Izek who immediately tried to pick a fight with Mirre and tied to interrogate him on why they went to the lake. Mirre explained the Gitrog fight and what happened, only to get thrown into the dirt and was searched by the guards.

This was terrifying to have happen since Mirre had his pistol on him and we arent supposed to have weapons inside vallaki, Rhil caused a small distraction and got grabbed by her throat and lifted off her feet by Izek, Jace nearly threw hands with him right then and there. Mirre nat 20'd his sleight of hand and hid his pistol. Izek spotting that Ireena was upset and terrified for us, dropped Rhil and quickly left.

Izek claimed to have stopped by Blutos and beat him near death to try and get information out of him before he left.

-We come back after some recovery and get changed into our fancier clothes and head to wachters where we have a very nice dinner and talk about the state of Vallaki. We offered to help dethrone Vargas and kill Izek who has been terrorizing and killing people in town.

We also caught Izek stalking Ireena, discovered his doll thing with Blinsky after some detect thoughts and he was harrassing the alchemist to make him a Philter of love. All bad signs for Ireena.

-We come back to the blue water inn after dinner to find the inn trashed after Izek ransacked the place while looking for Ireena and stole our armor. (Jace and Rhil's platemail and Mirre's breastplate) After helping clean up the inn we started working on our plans to kill Izek with a little bit of help from the Markitovs.

The plan was to lure him out to Bluto's shack to avoid damage and injuries in town. slip some poisoned wine into Izek's lunch and spread rumors that we were hiding away at bluto's and planned on leaving with Ireena that night.

-Mirre unsure if he would survive this fight with Izek, Left a lock box full of his monster hunter notes with Rictavio, Mirre had suspicions that Rictavio was Rudolph Van Richten after he made some subtle comments on his cane that Mirre was in possesion of and Rictavio recognized Dirrak's name. Rictavio was also rightfully pissed because Izek ransacked his room too.

-Hiding Ireena away at the Blue water in and after sneaking around and getting some fire resistant potions and spare armor and weapons from town center. Mirre went to sneak in the poisoned wines, accidentally scaring the shit out of Varga's chef and causing him to quit, Mirre met back up with Rhil and Jace at Blutos shack.

Urwin got the wolf hunters to escort Bluto to safety.

-When we arrived we found all of our confiscated armor and weapons with Blue and a bunch of other ravens sitting on the roof, Ready to help us out in the fight.

We also found a greater restoration scroll with the blood hunter symbol torn from one of the notes in Mirre's lock box that he gave to Rictavio. The restoration fixed Jace's reduced max health from the night hags nightmare hauntings.

-Izek and 6 guards showed up soon after we got our fire resistances and we started a fight with Mirre getting crit surprise longbow shot on him. Rhil, Jace, Blue and the ravens picked off the guards while Izek charged Mirre. Mirre got distance between them after luckily avoiding hits with his Curse of the eyeless and conjured a water elemental between them with a gem we found in the gitrog cave.

-we surprisingly downed Izek pretty quick, only for him to get back up super charged with a gift from Seriach, the hellhound whisperer and summoned two hell hounds to attack us. He flat out evaporated Mirre's water elemental infront of us.

-Blue and the ravens scattered in a panic and fled.

-Izek downed Jace with a crit pretty quick and was struggling to hit Rhil(Thank the platinum song for 23 ac) While Mirre flew up to the cliff to get some shots with his long bow.

A sabertooth tiger lept off the cliff where Mirre was and tore through one of the hell hounds while there were crossbow shots coming from the woods(I was fangirling so hard knowing it was Van Richen)

-Rhil eventually got taken out and it was just Mirre and Izek throwing shots at each other while the tiger was fighting the hell hounds. After two nat20's on death saves and repeatedly getting back up, Mirre tapped further into his gift and went into his form of dread, slowly whittling down Izek's health.

-Rhil tapped into her gift as well being brought back up and using her claws of darkness to finish Izek for good and ripped out his heart.

-after we rested a bit and the tiger took off into the woods. We found a amber shard similar to the once Rhil has and Mirre snatched it. Nat 1ing his wisdom save he got sucked into a commune with Seriach and accepted his gift of the hellhounds, Now having two gifts from two separate vestiges.

-we dropped off Izek's head at Wachterhaus and went back to blue water to check on Ireena and get some well deserved rest.

Mirres blood glows a bright radioactive green from his first unnamed vestige and his entire left arm is a dark blood red like Izek's from Seriach.

It was such an intense crazy fight and i'm surprised none of us died, I am getting a bit worried for Rhil and Mirre with how often they've been tapping into these gifts and getting slight mutations from them.

Now we can focus on getting the bones back to the church and put Fiona Wachter in charge.

#dnd #ttrpg #dungeons and dungeons #curse of strahd #mirre uldras #rhil darkstar #jace brightcrest #rudolph van richten #izek strazni #vallaki #story #session update

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My Boys (Chapter 23)

Series List

Y/n's pov

One Month Later

The past week has been a whirlwind of emotions and events. Billy had finally started to leave Max alone thanks to what happened at the Byers. She really scared him. The laboratory was finally exposed and a fake story was released about how Barbara died. They said that she'd died from an experimental chemical asphyxiant, which is better than saying she was dragged into an unknown world and killed by a thing that has lots of razor-sharp teeth. That wouldn't have ended well. Some closure was better than none. Even if it wasn't the complete truth. Steve and I had also been spending a lot more time together, as well as Dustin. Dustin had taken a liking to Steve after the whole Dart thing and had been getting lots of advice from the older boy about dating and how to get a girl. I still don't believe it was good information. Dustin still asked me for some advice but I know he wasn't really listening to my advice. He thought Steve knew better because he got girls left and right. And as much as he was right, I could still get a girl faster than Steve. Steve had also started to stay at my house a little bit. My nightmares seem to not occur when I know Steve is sleeping next to me, but he stopped staying over about a week ago, not explaining why but he hasn't tried to get away from me either. Robin and I had also been spending a little more time together. I would hang out with Robin during the day and come home to Steve and Dustin already in my house. Robin still didn't trust Steve and so I tried to keep the two of them separate. I wasn't going to pick between the two, no matter what, so it was easier if I tried to keep them apart.

Steve and Nancy had also broken up over the past month, another reason for him being with Dustin and me so much. I had actually found out through Jonathan before Steve told me. One afternoon while I was at school with Jonathan, he told me that he and Nancy were now together, so he ended up getting his dream girl. I smiled for them both even though I knew Steve was probably really hurt about the whole thing. I asked, "So I'm guessing Steve and Nancy have broken things off, right?" Jonathan explained that they had but also forgot to tell me that when he and Nancy went away for those few days they had slept with each other, which I already kind of figured out and wasn't happy with Nancy for cheating on Steve. "It's funny. The night the three of us attacked that Demogorgon, I thought that you'd both end in heartbreak because she was with someone else. But I'm really glad that you both are happy together and I was wrong." I told him, smiling and giving him a big hug.

Tonight was the kid's Snowball Dance. I had decided to help Max get ready a little bit before I went over to Dustin's and help him fix up his look for the night. That was another thing that happened over the past month, Max and I had gotten a lot closer after the Demo-dog events. With everything she went through I wanted to make sure she had an older person she could turn to that knew about the upside down, and I made sure it was me. "How are you feeling about tonight?" I ask Max as I finish off her last curl. Max's mum is also helping me get Max ready for the night, doing a plat in her hair to make it a little fancier. "I'm excited, a little nervous but, ow, ow. That hurts," Max tells me and her mum, her mum accidentally nicking her head with a bobby pin. "It's gonna be worth it. Promise," Susan promises, continuing to do Max's hair. "It will, you look really pretty Max," I smile at her, rubbing her shoulders a little bit. Max turns her head to the door and I look over as well. Billy stands in the doorway looking at the three of us. Max and I give him a glare and he walks away. Susan finishes her hair and says, "See? Pretty." Max rolls her eyes a little and tries to get up. "Oh no you don't," I say pushing her back down. "You're mum isn't done with you just yet. I've gotta go but you look gorgeous Max. You'll be the best girl there," I whisper to her and give her a kiss on the head. She blushes at me and says, "Thanks Y/n, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow." I smile and nod at her before saying goodbye to her mum and making my way to the car. Hopefully, Dustin's almost done with his look.

Steve's pov

I pull up to Henderson's house and ring the doorbell, waiting for the kid to come to the door. I don't know how I got here but somehow Y/n got me to pick him up and take him to his Snowball. I wait for a second before Mrs Henderson opens the door. "Hi, Dustin is fixing up something, he shouldn't be too much longer hopefully," She tells me, smiling and motioning for me to follow her in. I give her my 'King Steve' smile and walk in. "It's all good, haven't got anything but this planned for tonight," I tell her, cringing a little bit. Can I really have nothing else planned tonight? "Dam Steve, I knew you fell from your throne but didn't think it was that bad," I hear someone say behind me. I smile and turn around to find Y/n standing in the doorway. "Haven't you been helping a little girl get ready for tonight?" I ask her, giving her a cheeky grin. She laughs a little and walks over to her aunt. "Hi Aunt Claudia," She whispers, giving her a big hug. "Hey Y/n. You got anything else planned for tonight?" Mrs Henderson asks. I laugh a little at Y/n but stop as she says, "Nah, gonna give this one some plans though." She turns to me and laughs at my shocked face. "I'll pick Dustin up so you don't need to worry about him tonight, he'll probably crash at my place cause it's closer to the school," Y/n tells her Aunt as Dustin walks out of his room. "Finally," I whisper to him, looking over his outfit and hair. "OMG, He's a mini Steve," Y/n exclaims, smiling fondly at Dustin. "Do I look ok?" He asks the three of us, staring right at me. "Yeah, buddy. You're a lady killer," I tell him, hoping it lifts his spirits. He laughs and gives me his cheeky grin. "Come on you two, let's get Dustin to his dance," Y/n says, waving to the door. We all say goodbye to Mrs Henderson after she takes some quick photos of Dustin. We all pile into my car, Y/n and I sitting in the front before I drive up to the middle school.

When we finally reach the front entrance I turn back to Dustin and tell him, "All right buddy, here we are." Dustin looks at the door and gives a quick breath out. "So, remember, once you get in there..." I start but Dustin turns to me and says, "Pretend like I don't care." "You don't care." "I don't care." We both say, going back and forth. "There you go. You're learning my friend. You're learning," I tell him, pride filling my chest. My little bird is growing up, now he can leave the nest. Or more like leave my car. Dustin leans in between Y/n and me to look through the reversing mirror. "Hey," Y/n and I whisper, pulling his hand away. "What?" Dustin questions, clearly nervous about everything as he looks between the both of us. "Come on. You look great okay? Doesn't he Y/n?" I tell him, looking over at Y/n for confirmation. She smiles at me and turns to Dustin, putting a hand on his cheek. "Cutest boy here. Gonna get all the ladies tonight." Dustin smiles at us and nods, looking down at the ground. "Now, you're gonna go in there." "Yeah." "Look like a million bucks." "Yeah." "And you're gonna slay 'em dead." "Like a lion." Dustin and I say, back a forth. Dustin purrs at the end and Y/n starts to laugh at him. I give him a weird look and say, "Yeah, don't do that, okay?" "Okay," Dustin says, taking my advice. I put my hand out for him and he grabs it to shake. "Good luck," I tell him. We let go and Y/n leans over to give Dustin a kiss on the head. "You got this Dusty," I hear her whisper into his hair. Dustin nods at her and gets out of the car, heading to the entrance.

"He'll be ok, right? He won't get his heartbreak?" Y/n asks, turning to me with worry filling her eyes. Instead of answering, I find myself looking at Nancy who is standing at the school entrance, handing out drinks. I sigh and look back to Y/n. "Yeah, he's got us if it goes wrong," I tell her, pulling away from the school to go where ever Y/n tells me to go. "So, where are we going?" I ask Y/n, quickly looking over at her. She smiles back and says, "You know that old shake shop we went to when we were younger? Our spot?" She asks me. I smile at her and nod. "Yeah, wanna grab a bite to eat and share a drink?" I ask her, turning to already find her nodding excitedly. I laugh at her and turn around to go in the right direction. Making my way to mine, Y/n and Eddie's spot. I do miss him sometimes. I wish we didn't end the way we did.

After the Snowball Dance

Y/n's pov

Steve and I wait outside the school for Dustin to come out. We knew he wouldn't be on time but at least that meant he was having some fun, hopefully. "Thank you Steve," I whisper to him, finally looking away from the door. Steve looks over at me and gives me a confused look. "For what? I haven't really done anything in the past couple of seconds," He tells me, looking back at the wheel. "But you're so wrong. You've helped Dustin in ways that I never could. You helped him feel confident in himself. You protected him when we were in danger a month ago. You helped him when he asked you for help before you really got to know the kid. And you've been a good friend to me," I stutter out, feeling tears build in my eyes. It had really been a big month. One that's made everything feel good and happy. Steve looks over at me and cups my cheek. "You deserve it, and so does the kid. Please don't cry baby," Steve whispers to me, wiping away a stray tear that fell from my eye. As I go to say something to him the back door opens and Dustin jumps in, a big smile on his face. Steve and I jump apart, Steve focusing on the wheel and me turning back to Dustin. Steve starts the car to drive off as I ask Dustin, "So, you get that special girl?" I ask, thinking he did from his smile. It deflates a little before coming right back. "No, and no one else my age would dance with me. I was sitting on the bench crying for a bit but Nancy came over and asked me to dance!" Dustin exclaims, a big smile on his face. I smile at him and nod. She isn't my favourite person right now but I do love that she did that for Dustin. He's a special kid.

"I'm glad you had fun Dusty. Did you wanna go home or crash at my place?" I ask him, knowing mine was a lot closer. "If Steve stays at yours, can I as well?" Dustin asks, looking over at Steve to see what he's doing. I look at Steve and give him my best puppy dog eyes. "Please Stevie? Stay at mine for the night?" I ask him. He turns quickly before looking back at the road. "Dam it, I can't say no to you," He whispers, causing Dustin and me to cheer at our success. Steve laughs and makes his way to my house, where we spend the rest of the night celebrating and having a lot of fun together. Forgetting all about the dangers we seem to keep facing.

I'm going to go on a small break from posting for a little. I'm still writing them but won't be releasing chapters for about a month. A couple of chapters after this one will be focused on what happens between seasons 2 and 3, so lots of Scoops events. These will be shorter than the other chapters but thought it would be fun to see a bit between the seasons. If anyone has any ideas on what these events couple be please let me know. Hope you're all enjoying the story so far

#5 seasons #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #robin x reader #eddie x reader #steve x reader #steve x eddie #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie x reader

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thestylesindependent · 3 years

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It was Harry Styles’ birthday this week, which is why I am going to tell you about the time I met him, and what it taught me about a phenomenon called “gender contamination” in business.

This is what happened:

It was a few years ago at the press junket for Dunkirk. Now press junkets for big films like Dunkirk are rather strange affairs. In this case the studio sent my group of European journalists to view the film at the gigantic London Imax at seven o clock in the morning. And believe me, watching a WAR FILM at an IMAX first thing in the morning is INTENSE…

Then they drove us off to one of the fancier London hotels.

At a press junket you are normally put in a hotel room where you sit with a few other journalists and wait for the different cast members and the director to come in for their individual interviews.

The room was a bit chilly and most of the female journalists started putting cardigans and coats on. If you are familiar with the work of Caroline Criado Perez (which you all should be) you know that air conditioning temperature is often set based on a formula developed around the metabolic resting rate of the average forty-year old man. This is usually too cold for the average woman.

Then Harry Styles came in.

He looked around the room and IMMEDIATELY noticed that the women looked cold and IMMEDIATELY asked if he could turn the heating up. He even got up and tried to do it himself (unsuccessfully). He was the only man that day who noticed.

I would argue that this little incident tells you A LOT about the commercial success of Harry Styles.

Why?

If it’s not too painful - let me take you back to the time when One Direction broke up. Some other members of the band (no names!) did everything they could to distance themselves from their boy band roots.

Not Styles.

When Rolling Stone asked him if he felt pressure to prove himself as a “serious musician” with “an older crowd”. He said:

“Who’s to say that young girls who like pop music— have worse musical taste than a 30-year-old hipster guy?”

Then he pointed out (correctly) that The Beatles became successful thanks to hords of screaming teenage girls.

“You gonna tell me they are not serious?”

And this is the key: Harry Styles has made a career of not looking down on female preferences or things perceived as female. You might say: well who does that? Who looks down on things just because women and girls like it?

A LOT of people.

There is even a name for it. It is called “gender contamination”.

Research from Harvard Business School shows that loyal customers often get upset when a brand associated with men expands to include products perceived as feminine. Coca Cola couldn’t get American men to drink Diet Coke because women liked it. In the end they launched Coke Zero - in a (manly) black tin…

There’s a paper by Jill Avery that looks into the reactions when Porsche launched Porsche Cayenne, it was a SUV and therefore by many perceived as a car “for mums”. Would this “catering to female consumers” contaminate the whole Porsche brand?

It is not surprising that these sentiments exist. When people call my youngest daughter a “tomboy” it’s a compliment. Hell, it’s basically a promotion! Congratulations you are almost a boy!

It’s the things we perceive as “feminine” that we look down upon.

But Harry Styles has always wanted us to know that he doesn’t. He is the first man to pose solo on the cover of American Vogue.

And he did it wearing a dress.

Is there a more OBVIOUS way to say: “Hey, I am a man who does not fear my brand being “contaminated” with things perceived as feminine?!”

And when it comes to business and consumption he is right: the bigger story is how things first liked by women and girls have taken over the world. Everything from The Beatles to Star Trek (women created the first Star Trek fandom). And as you probably know Porsche ended up selling a lot of those Cayennes…

Women influence 80 percent of all consumer decisions in the economy. It’s frankly irrational to pay as little attention as we do to their preferences - whether that’s for warmer rooms or pop stars from Cheshire with great hair.

Happy Thursday!

(x)

#harry styles #february2021

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scarlettriot · 3 years

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Stood Up

You (Y/N) get stood up from a date and Kaminari decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Kaminari/F!Reader

Contains: Fluff, Flirty Denki, Established BakuSquad Friendship

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Electro-Stim, Overstimulation, use of pet names (cuddle bug & cutie), oral (F receiving), consensual recording

A/N: Well, here we are with the third in my Stood Up series. There is also Bakugo & Kirishima if you're interested. This one took me way too long and it's also my first time writing Kaminari at length. I hope you all like it :)

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You slipped your foot into the silver heels you had picked out. Something a little fancier since this was a first date after all and you wanted to make a lasting impression. Not only that but this was your first first date in a while. Being a Pro Hero made life busy and dating difficult.

Practically the entire day leading up to this very moment revolved around you either getting ready or babbling with excitement to your closest friends.

An alert chimed on your phone with a text from your date, a smile sliding onto your face expecting to read some message about how they were on their way and that they'd see you soon, but that wasn't what you were met with.

Instead, it was a screenshot of your Instagram page, multiple of them actually, all of you and the ridiculous photos you took with your friends but mostly with one Denki Kaminari. The most recent of which was from a tea shop he met you at just earlier that day so you could show him the shoes for your date.

The message below was simple and more than enough to leave a sour taste in your mouth, this isn't what I want to see when I'm supposed to be taking you out tonight. What, one date a day isn't enough? Why are you even dating? Does your blonde boyfriend know?

You giggled at what they were implying, quick to explain how these were all your friends, they had been since high school! They are people you spent what little free time you had with. Especially Denki, your best friend since you were 15!

That joy you felt started dissipating within the next few messages. You hadn't even had a first date and they were already jealous, and that was something you didn't have room for in your life. So, you slipped the heels off your feet and put them directly back in the box to return when you had the time. Tight black jeans and fitted top were exchanged with a hoodie and sweats although your makeup and hair stayed done, you didn't have the energy to undo your hard work.

Instead, you slid back into your computer chair, your headset snuggly back on your ears and before you notified everyone you were back online, you took a moment listening to the chatter of your friends.

"Shitty Hair! Fuckin' pay attention!"

"Yeah, man! We're getting slaughtered over here!"

"Less yelling at Kiri! More shooty shooty!"

"All of you are hopeless..."

Eijiro chuckled out an apology that was accompanied by a lighter giggle also coming from his mic. "Think this is gonna be my last round for a bit, guys."

"You're so fuckin' whipped." Bakugo scoffed, before screaming profanities.

"Is it whipped if I'm the one who's wanting to get her into bed though?"

You clicked your mic back on then. "Hey, remember last week when Kats forgot his push to talk so we all heard him getting head and we party whipped because someone couldn't focus?"

"You better shut the hell up right fucking now!"

Everyone else roared with laughter. "Yeah! At least I have the decency to mute myself!"

"Hey, wait a sec, why are you online, Y/N!" Denki noted, "You should have already left!"

You screenshot your messages to the group chat because it was far easier than just explaining the ordeal.

"Cute shoes." Eijiro and Kyoka commented at the same time.

There was a lull as their game ended and the messages were read.

"Ya don't need 'em if they're gonna have their head so far up their ass like this."

"I agree." Hanta chimed in. "They're not worth your time."

"Still, sorry they turned out to be a shit." You could hear the frown on Kyoka's face, "I know how excited you were."

"Right, you doin' okay, Y/N? I can stick around and we can all shoot some things!"

"Thanks, Kiri but I'll be just fine! Go spend time with your girl!"

One by one, everyone signed off. You pulled up Spotify and Stardew Valley, something of a comfort for you to get lost in for the rest of the night.

Less than an hour later, you noticed your phone lighting up with your best friend's familiar smiling face. "What's up, Denki?"

"Open your door! I have my hands full and don't wanna put everything down to get my key!"

You sprang from your desk and rushed to your door. Sure enough, on the other side was Denki with bags in both hands and his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. You grabbed it and a bag before he had a chance to drop anything like the klutz he was. "What's with all this?"

"I feel bad."

"Why? You didn't stand me up?"

He fiddled with the edge of a paper bag. "Yeah, but, we both read those messages and no one said anything but they didn't just call our group out, they called us out.

"Denks, it doesn't matter to me-"

"But, it does to me! You were so excited about this and I got in the way, unknowingly but, still! So, I gotta make it up to you now!"

He pulled out take-out boxes from your favorite restaurant. Two bottles of your favorite wine. Your top three favorite movies and video games, and a board game you both had been meaning to try. "I mean, if they think I'm your boyfriend I kinda gotta live up to the hype, right?"

You really wanted to insist that none of this was necessary. That just because some person that neither of you really knew that well, assumed something about your relationship that didn't mean he had to blame himself for it.

But, you had to admit, this was really sweet. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to you that he knew everything you liked but it was nice. Instead of sitting across from a stranger, making awkward small talk, and trying to learn about one another, you were barefoot in your kitchen, laughing with your best friend while he plated dinner and you poured the wine.

Formalities were out the window. Both you and Denki were eating dinner in your living room, laughing and drinking just as you'd done a million times before. You snapped a photo of the delicious food on paper plates, toasting good times with your cheap wine, ready to post them to your Instagram.

"Gonna make them more jealous..."

"I think they made it pretty clear they don't want to see me so why should I care?"

He shrugged. "I just thought they might, you know, come to their senses that they obviously lost."

"I don't really care either way." You wandered back into your kitchen, putting away the leftovers, "They can forget I exist or they can stalk my page like a creep. If someones' gonna try and tell me I can't be friends with my friends or just not listen to me, then I don't want them in my life. No matter how good-looking they are."

Denki watched you from the sofa, a bit of a lopsided grin on his face that had butterflies taking flight in your stomach. "What?" Laughing to hide the bit of a crush you always had on the man. It was unavoidable you told yourself. His personality was infectious and had 15 year old you head over heels.

He pushed back bright blonde hair back off his forehead and just shook his head. "Nothin'. Uh, what's next? Video game, board game, or movie?"

You peaked on the counter at the options. "Well, we probably should have checked this but the board game needs at least four people to play... guess we'll have to save that for our next game night. Is a movie okay?"

Of course, it was.

You brought over the DVD with a refill of wine and he pulled a blanket down off the back of your sofa.

It really didn't take long, just fifteen minutes or so, and you were curled up into Denki's side. You'd make grabby hands for your wine glass and he'd pass it over with that damn grin again.

And not long after that, he'd pulled out his phone, angling it to take a picture of the two of you. "What are you doing?" You could see him on his own Instagram, tagging you, with the caption, Check out my cute cuddle bug.

"I thought you didn't want to make them more jealous."

"I decided I don't care either. You're mine tonight, their loss. And since you're mine tonight, I get bragging rights." He snapped another quick picture of you rolling your eyes at him, and then he kept snapping them.

"Denki! Why!"

"Because you're cute, cuddle bug! I like having all the pictures of you that I can!"

Even as you tackled him back down on the sofa, pinning him below you, he still managed a photo. "Bet if I post this one, they'll really get the wrong idea."

You could have moved. You were the one on top of him and you had his arms above his head. You had the power here and yet you just lingered above him.

"Y/N? Not that I'm one to complain about having a beautiful person such as yourself pinning me down, like, it's kinda hot, but..." Looking down into half-lidded golden eyes, you wondered why you had to become best friends with such a damn flirt! "Are you gonna take advantage of this situation we're in or are we just gonna keep dancing around this for another decade or so?"

You couldn't have heard him right? No... no this was your brain playing tricks on you because he certainly hadn't had that much wine tonight. You sat upright on his lap. "Another decade then, Y/N?"

"You- ha- you should stop that, Denki."

He leaned up, moving his arms around you, "Gimme a good reason to and I will."

You didn't have one. And not just because you've been in love with him for ten years but also because he was your best friend. The only reason to not go through with it was the possibility of losing your friendship if something bad were to happen but, you really didn't think anything would.

Denki might have been a serial flirt but he was surprisingly loyal in all the relationships he'd been in, not that there had been all that many serious ones.

"I'm not hearing anything." He teased, his face getting closer to yours. You could count each and every one of the faint freckles that littered the balls of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. "But, I promise, if you tell me no, I'll stop, won't push this any further."

This whole thing seemed like a frickin' whirlwind, happening faster than your brain could really process the situation but you didn't want it to stop either. You wanted to take it further, didn't want to say no.

Which was why you coiled your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. There was that small little buzz of electricity that tickled your lips when he'd kiss your nose or cheeks that was now playing on his lips, on his tongue when you welcomed him in.

He leaned back again, pulling you with him until you were both a pile of needy hands and breathy pleas. Everywhere his hands roamed you felt that faint trail of shock against your skin, making the little hairs on your body stand on end.

Clothes were shed, tossed haphazardly around your living room, both of you pausing to laugh when Denki managed to land your hoodie over a lamp. His attention was drawn back to you quickly though, still perched on top of him but now he had your chest on full display since you'd forgone a bra when your date canceled.

Electrifying tongue twirled around your nipples, sensitive normally, now it felt like you knew what it was like when he fried his damn brain. He was eager, relentless even, pulling and sucking, another hand giving your other breast a similar treatment. He had you so focused that you let out a broken moan when slender fingers found their way into your panties.

"Fuckin' hell, Denki."

The bastard winked up at you, nipple still between his lips and before you could retort, he sent another small jolt through you.

You were blatantly grinding down on his hand, reaching behind you, you found him completely solid, barely being contained in the tight black boxers he wore. You had enough sense to tug them down and wrap your hand around him making his teeth sink into your soft flesh, whining when you stroked him.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, his hand momentarily distracted from his ministrations gave you enough time to shift in his lap to scoot forward putting his cock in front of you. In one swift motion, you had his length between your slick. "Oh fuck, cutie!" Golden eyes were squeezed shut while you moved along him, feeling that pleasant curve he had, you could only imagine what it was gonna be like to have him inside you.

"You're being a little tease, ma-makes me wanna do all sorts of things to y-you."

He was kissing your neck, your chest, shoulders, and arms, anywhere on you that he could reach. His hips bucking up into you, just trying to hit that perfect angle.

Strength and agility were something most overlooked when it came to Denki Kaminari but when the man wanted something bad enough, he found a way to get it.

He had your ass rising up in the air with a harsh thrust of his hips and a small squeak from you, giving him exactly enough time to scoot down on the sofa so you were sat atop his face. If you complained, he didn't hear you. Denki already had your thighs around his head and his tongue devouring you completely.

Little shockwaves rocked you while you cried out his name, hands fisting blonde locks just trying to stay upright.

One orgasm from you apparently wasn't enough, neither was two but on the third, Denki finally relented, allowing your heartrate to come back down and your gasping breaths to come in more steadily.

You slid back down his body, his erection now smack against your ass. His hair was recked, face completely flush but he had the biggest grin on his face that you'd ever seen.

Denki kissed both your cheeks, "You are so amazing, cutie!" Kissed your lips, "You taste better than anything I've ever had!" And one more on the tip of your nose. "Doin' okay?"

You nodded, starting to really gather yourself again, and by this point, you really just wanted one thing.

"I wanna... Denks... can I take care of you now?"

"Sure, cutie! How do you want me?" The wiggling eyebrows had you rolling your eyes and pushing him on his back again.

It took little effort for you to position yourself above his cock, and with how slick you were, his bright pink head slipped right inside. He held your hands while you scrunched up your face, sliding all the way down him until he was completely sheathed within.

The curve was immaculate. Hitting in just the right way that had you moaning with just a couple thrusts from him. Before long, you were eagerly bouncing on his cock. Riding him hard so he filled you up each and every time.

You barely registered him reaching for the coffee table, his phone now in his hands. "What're you doin'?" You practically slurred, slowing only slightly. He tapped the camera lens with a wicked grin. "Seriously?"

"We could make 'em really jealous now..."

Somewhere in your brain, you knew your date wouldn't give two shits, in fact, this probably would have only validated their thoughts about your's and Denki's relationship but with his cock stuffed so deeply into you, kissing your cervix in the most beautiful way, you really didn't give a damn.

You and Denki put on the best possible show you could think of. You were overstimulated, sore, and completely elated! He balanced the phone against the wine bottle so neither of you had to try to hold it.

This way he could play with your breasts or squeeze your thighs while you dug half-moons into his chest. Shocked with the playful zaps he sent right to your core.

Your makeup you'd didn't feel like taking off now ran down your cheeks with tears. Your hair was a mess thanks to him pulling at it.

Denki had you howling through another two orgasms, telling you how perfect you were, how nice you felt squeezing him so tightly, your nails felt so good against his skin.

It was only when you collapsed against his chest did he hoist your hips up so he could ram into you, pulling out just at the last second with a strangled cry of your name.

He wiggled himself free, grabbing a towel from your bathroom and cleaning you both up before stopping the recording.

"You're, hey you're gonna send that to me right?" You asked when he handed back your hoodie off the lamp.

He dropped a kiss on your lips, plopping down beside you on the sofa again and you noticed your email already up and the video uploading. "Obviously, we share all our videos and photos. Why would this be different?"

#mha #bnha #mha smut #denki kaminari #kaminari #kaminari smut #denki kaminari smut #mha fluff #denki fluff #denki smut #denki x you #mha x reader #kaminari x reader #denki x reader

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messers-moony · 3 years

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So Perfect 2 | J.P

Paring: Young!James Potter X Fem!Lupin!Reader

Summary: James falls in love with a bookstore called, Lupin’s Library, and can’t believe what they’re going through.

Preparing for a date seemed easy enough, except when it’s with a twenty-five-year-old man that already has a child. Granted, the twenty-five-year-old man was handsome, very handsome; maybe that’s what made this so hard. Every dress that she tried on didn’t seem to fit or didn’t seem to look right.

Y/n was looking at her appearance in the mirror when a light knock was heard on her door, “Come in!”

Remus almost dropped the tea he was holding for her, “You look spiffing.”

“Spiffing?” Y/n crossed her arms with a stupid smile, “That’s all you could come up with?”

“Dashing, beautiful, gorgeous?” Remus shrugged, “I'm not good at this whole thing. ‘S why I’m into blokes, remember?”

Y/n hummed, reaching for the tea he was holding for her, “Thanks, Remmy.”

“No problem.” He replied, taking a seat on her twin bed, “So, are you excited?”

“Nervous.”

“Nervous?”

“Yeah, I mean, he’s already got a child, Rem!” Y/n said exasperated, “If this goes well, then he’ll expect me to be Harry’s stepmother, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

Remus placed two hands on his shorter sister's shoulders, “You’re going to be fine. No one is more prepared for that than you are.”

“I’m regretting this.”

“If you don’t go on this date, then I’ll never call Sirius.”

“That’s not fair!”

“It is.” Remus replied, “How about this-”

“Oh no, you only do this when you know you’ll win.” She murmured.

Remus smirked, “If you go on this date and have fun, I’ll ask Sirius out. If you don’t go on this date at all, I’ll block his number.”

“But you and Sirius are perfect for each other.” Y/n whined, “And so are you and James.” Remus countered.

Y/n pouted, and Remus smiled, “Now go have fun on this date. James is waiting outside.”

“Are you shitting me?!”

Remus laughed, “Nope!”

Y/n scrambled to grab her things, and Remus watched amusedly, “You’re the worst, Rem!” She yelled as she began to leave the bookstore.

“Love you too, sis!”

The door closed behind her, and she was releasing breaths of air. James turned to see her out of breath and a flush on her cheeks. It made him smile. She looked absolutely breathtaking too. Y/n’s hair was styled, and her dress looked dashing on her. James offered her his hand, and Y/n took it with a gentle smile.

“Sorry for making you wait.” Y/n apologized, “Rem was no help.”

James chuckled, “It’s fine.”

James opened the car door for her, and she got in. Instantly she felt out of place. Y/n hadn’t been in a car since high school and ever since then had taken public transportation or walked. She and Remus didn’t have money for a vehicle, so they made do with what they had. The seats were black leather, and the car didn’t have a spec of dirt on it.

He got into the driver's side of the car smoothly and took notice of Y/n’s awestruck expression, “I take it you like my car?”

“I’m sorry.” Her expression turned sheepish, “It’s been a minute since I’ve been in a car.”

James quirked an eyebrow, “Remus and I walk or ride buses to get by.”

“Well, I’m glad I could be with you for your first experience back.” They both laughed.

It was so easy with James. Conversation flowed like water, and the air was light like clouds. His hand went from the shift to intertwine his fingers with hers. Y/n’s face flushed, and James smiled genuinely. James couldn’t remember a time when a girl made his heart race and butterflies fill his stomach like this before.

When they arrived, Y/n was starstruck. It was fancier than she thought. Her heart pounded, and insecurity filled her body. James made his way to her side of the car and opening the door for her again. He helped her out of the car and felt her hand tremble just the slightest bit.

“You look beautiful.” James assured, “No need to be worried.”

Y/n swallowed thickly, “Hey,” James turned her face to his, “If I thought you were underdressed, I would’ve told you. You’re gorgeous, and I think you’ll be the prettiest girl in the room.”

“Thank you.”

He gave her another one of those beautiful smiles before walking up to the hostess, “Name?”

“Should be under Potter.”

The hostess smiled, “Right this way.”

James motioned for Y/n to go first, so she followed the hostess to the table. Y/n sat down, and James sat across from her as the woman set down two menus. Maybe it was a force of habit, but she couldn’t help but let her eyes travel to everything around her.

He smiled, slightly amused by her way of checking everything around her. It wasn’t the fanciest place that he could’ve taken her - there was much better - but he didn’t want to overwhelm her. It wasn’t pitying that drew him toward her, though. There was something about her that made him feel like a teenager again.

The place was made of what appeared to be a dark wooden material. The lights were a dim yellow, and the tables were polished beautifully. The booths were comfy and with red cushioning. The atmosphere was cooling and dry.

Y/n had opened her menu and began to survey it, “Pick whatever you want.”

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, “I really don’t mind-“

“This is a date.” James reminded as he held her hands from across the table, “Let me treat you so well that you a second date.”

Y/n blushed, “You’ve already done that.”

“I have?”

“Shut up.”

James chuckled, kissing her knuckles, “Whatever you want, love.”

Half of the food on the menu Y/n hadn’t even heard of. Granted, she and Remus never really ate out much as kids. Usually, their mother - Hope - would cook them dinner as their father - Lyall - got home from work. Dinner was generally around seven-thirty or eight o’clock.

The dinner went by gracefully, with lots of banter and getting to know each other. It wasn’t until the end of the date where James had paid despite Y/n’s efforts, and they got into the car where he had asked the dreadful question. They both sat in the parking spot when James had turned to her.

“How do you feel about children?” James asked and quickly added, “I know that you’re good with them because of the reading on Saturdays but, I mean, about having children?”

Y/n wrung her hands, “I never really thought about it.”

“Why?”

“I have two jobs and a sick brother to take care of.”

Y/n replied, “Kids don’t really fit in. I’d also have to have a significant other to have children. Which I don’t have.”

James nodded, “Okay, but if you were to have a significant other.”

“I mean, I’d like to.” Y/n shrugged, “My life is just hectic right now. Bringing a child into this life wouldn’t be fair.”

Okay, so this isn’t going anywhere, James thought; I need to be blunt, “How would you feel about being Harry’s stepmother?”

She swallowed, “James….”

“I know that’s a hard thing to answer right now. Especially with us just getting started.” James added, “But if you aren’t interested, then this isn’t worth starting.”

“No, I know and understand.” Y/n said, fidgeting with her hands in her lap, “I’m sure it’s hard to find someone, you know, already having a kid and all.”

James nodded.

“I’d love to be Harry’s stepmother.” Y/n replied as James’ face lit up, “But I still have the bookstore, the bar, and Remus to take care of as well. It’ll be stressful.”

“I’m not asking you to be a stay-at-home mother.” James chuckled, “I’m just asking that at the end of the day, you come home to us.”

“And hopefully,” James smiled sheepishly, “Sirius can knock Remus off your list.”

Y/n chuckled, “Hopefully. Remus is a handful.”

“He seems nice.”

She snorted, “Until you officially meet him.”

“Well then,” James smiled, taking her hand in his as he began moving the car, “Looks like we’ll be having double dates.”

Y/n squeezed his hand as he began to drive. The car drove effortlessly over the unpaved roads. Light music played in the background. The sky was a beautiful blue littered with sparkling white specks. The moon was crescent and barely a sliver. James had gotten to a stoplight when he spoke up again.

“My house or yours?”

“Whichever.”

James smiled and turned the wheel to the left, “Okay.”

It didn’t take long to realize that they were going to his house. His neighborhood was much different than hers. Granted, she lived on top of a bookshop, but it was still different. James lived in the suburbs. The houses were breathtaking, and the streets looked clean. Asphalt roads were freshly paved, and sidewalks looked new. The homes were family-sized, but they looked ginormous compared to her and Remus’ studio apartment only suited for one.

James pulled into the driveway, and Y/n was flabbergasted. It was a two-story house, mostly white concrete, and the accents were a dark brown color. The grass was freshly cut, and the vegetation was trimmed. The backyard appeared to have a pool and a patio area, but Y/n could barely tell over the solid fence.

His keys jingled as he placed the key into the slot and the door opened with ease. Gently, he motioned her to go first. The floors were dark oak wood, seemingly similar to the dark paint on the accents of the house. Everything was so clean, exactly like the car, not a spec of dust laid on the surfaces.

A movie was playing on the television in the room on the right. The kitchen was on the left, and the sitting table was in the room beside it. James shut the door behind him, locking it. He took off his coat and shoes, placing them at the front door. He smiled.

“I take it you like the house?”

“It’s beautiful.”

James smiled, walking to the kitchen, and Y/n took off her shoes before following him. He sighed when he opened the fridge, and Y/n had taken a seat at the barstool in front of the island. James picked up an empty bottle of wine that was still residing in the fridge.

“You keep empty bottles of wine in the fridge?” Y/n questioned as James rubbed his face with his hands.

“No. Bad habit of Sirius’.”

Y/n quirked an eyebrow, “He lives here?”

“He acts as he does.” James muttered as he recycled the empty bottle, “But no, Sirius lives a couple of doors down. But I feel like he should be paying rent here.”

Y/n laughed, “Regardless, I’ve known him since elementary school, so he’s like my brother. Harry calls him uncle and everything.”

“That’s adorable.” Y/n said, “Do you have any actual siblings?”

“Nope. Jus’ me.” He answered, motioning to himself, “Sirius has a younger brother named Regulus.”

“His parents obsessed with constellations or something?”

“Supposedly.”

“Where is Harry now?”

“With Sirius.” James replied, taking out a full bottle of wine, “Told him I might get him tonight or might not.”

Y/n took the glass of wine he offered her with a smile, “Mind if I ask why the tv was left on?”

“My cat.”

“Cat?”

“Technically, not mine.” James explained, “It’s my ex-fiancées, but she left him here, so he’s mine now.”

“And your cat likes the tv?”

James nodded, “What's his name?”

“Moony.”

“Moony?”

“Yeah. Harry named him actually.”

Y/n smiled. They continued to talk, and the night kept going on by. It was well past midnight when James drove her back home to her shared apartment. The car ride was silent, primarily with music playing lightly in the background once again. He walked her to the door of the bookstore before bidding her goodnight.

Gently James pressed his lips to her forehead, “Goodnight, get some sleep.”

“You too…” Y/n muttered, blushing as she walked into the bookstore.

She hadn’t even made it up the steps when Remus began talking, “Had a good night, I presume?”

“You’re a dick, ya know?”

He smirked and closed his book with a thud, “Runs in the family.”

Y/n gasped playfully, “You ass!”

Remus chuckled as they both walked up the steps, “Seriously though, good night?”

“Yeah, really good night.”

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pairing ➳ businessman!mingyu x female!reader

genre ➳ strangers to lovers, romance, slice of life, angst, fluff, gets spicy at the end

word count ➳ 5.6k (apx)

warnings ➳ cursing, reader is really indecisive, heavy makeout, implications of sexual activity.

synopsis ➳ an attractive stranger visits your cabin for a week with whom you quickly bond, developing some strong feelings in the process; leaving you to wonder if he's worth leaving everything behind.

A/N: henlooo~ I finally posted! This has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I didn't really feel like writing for a while, hence the delay. I hope y'all enjoy this piece and please don't forget to leave some feedback! It really motivates me :)

A cool gust of wind blew by as you finished typing your last column, leaving a soothing feeling behind as you exhaled loudly. It was hard to finish this piece of writing for some reason, maybe because you lacked inspiration or maybe because your life had been monotonous for a while or simply, a mix of both. Closing your laptop you stretch your hands and legs, feeling somewhat productive. Humming a tune, you looked out the window to see a Lamborghini come to a halt at the entrance.

It piqued your interest because it's not often that people riding Lamborghini come in this cabin so genuinely you're interested in the visitor. You shifted in your chair, waiting for the man to come upstairs to the reception and sure enough a tall- really tall man dressed in a neatly pressed suit appears into your view, briskly walking towards the reception where Chan stood to greet him. You could not get a good look at his face as he moved around quickly, grabbing his small carry on and heading towards his cabin after the formalities.

You watched his tall frame walking away as you got up from your seat and moved towards Chan.

"Who is he?"

"Kim Mingyu," Chan explained, resting his arms on the reception table." A millionaire, owns a lot of companies. No wonder he looked familiar."

"Oh, really? How long is he staying?"

"He has booked for five days. Said he might extend his stay."

"I see."

"Why are you so curious though?" Chan raised a brow at you, tilting his head to a side.

"Nothing." You shrugged. "He just has different vibes than the other people that come here you know?"

Chan hummed in agreement.

There was never much visitors during the rainy season which was both a blessing and a curse. Blessing because that meant the cabin was less hectic and curse because sometimes you are bound to get a bit too bored. You were helping yourself with a cup of tea to somewhat feel re-energised when your newest and the only guest for the week appeared from his cabin, padding through the corridor and stepping into the common kitchen area. You were taken aback for a moment before you composed yourself and smiled at your guest, "Good morning, Mr. Kim. May I help you with anything?"

"Mingyu, please," the tall male replied while scanning the kitchen area. "You're the owner right? What's the food arrangement here?"

"Well, our guests generally cook for themselves or order takeout. When there are many guests I sometimes do the cooking."

Nodding, he hummed before putting in a capsule in the cappuccino machine. You took a seat by the window, tea in your hand as you watched the male move around like he knew this place. Dressed in his pajamas and judging by the fluffy mess that his hair was you assumed he had a good night's sleep.

"I hope you had a pleasant night, Mr- Mingyu." You said to your guest who had whipped out a pan from the cupboard and was making omelette. "Yes, surprisingly so. Normally I have trouble falling asleep but I slept like a baby last night," he casually conversed as he prepared his breakfast.

You smiled, "Well, I'm glad to know that. If you need anything let my staffs or me know."

"Sure. Oh- I didn't get your name though." Mingyu turned to meet your eyes.

"___," you smiled.

"___, okay."

"This is gonna be a rainy week," Hoshi said from behind you as he stood holding a tub of fresh soil for the plants in the backyard of the cabin. You sat on your knees, eyeing the plants which needed their soil changed.

"Yeah? Well, good thing there isn't much guests now."

"I think there should be, I mean it's so pretty here during the rain too. People need to look at it themselves." Hoshi complained.

"Well, most people don't like going out in the rain. Pass me the soil, Hoshi. Let's get this finished before the shower starts."

Hoshi handed you the tub of soil as the sky above started growling, full of thick black clouds. It was gonna start raining soon.

Hoshi spoke, "Oh, Mr.Kim, Mingyu you know, asked me about the beach by the marketplace. Apparently he wants to visit so he asked me if I was free to show him around."

"And let me guess, you aren't?" You rolled your eyes.

Soonyoung pouted, "No! Well I would have given him a tour today if the weather wasn't so bad. And my friends are coming tomorrow, so I'll be busy then."

"Wait- you're friends are coming?" You turned, glaring at the boy who smiles sheepishly, "Oh! Um- I didn't tell you? Well they're only staying for a couple of days and it's not like they're staying for free."

"Well, make sure they clean after themselves okay? If I see them trashing all over the place like last time, I'm kicking you out with them." You gave him a pointed look.

"Okay okay," Hoshi rolled his eyes, puffing his cheeks. "Just- take the CEO out on a tour tomorrow for me okay? I haven't seen my friends in a long time."

"Alright, I will...if the weather is good which probably won't be." You sighed, gently removing the old soil.

Hoshi mused about Mingyu, "Bummer for him, he came in a wrong time. It's weird, no? We don't have such guests like him."

"Yeah," you hummed, focused on handling your roses.

Hoshi's friend, Seokmin and Seungkwan appeared early in the morning next day as you watched Hoshi vibrate from happiness when he hugged them. You smiled to yourself, laughing at at the antics of your staff as you saw him guide his friends into their cabin. The day was once again filled with dark clouds and raining which occurred every other hour. You and Chan cleaned up and completed some chores as the noon fell.

"Should I cook something up for them?" You wondered as Chan finished cleaning the common space of the first cabin.

"Nah, Seokmin hyung is cooking for them. He's a pretty good cook actually."

"Really? That's nice." You said pulling up a chair to sit down. "Are you gonna join them? Hoshi has been with his friends since they came."

"Yeah, probably. You should join us too."

"No, I think I'm gonna take a nap. I feel so tired."

"Alright."

You watched as Chan climbed down the stairs and stepped towards the second cabin where everyone else was. You were about to head to your room when the CEO, Mingyu appeared in the kitchen.

"Oh, hello."

"Hi."

"I haven't seen you since morning," you said watching as Mingyu poured himself a glass of water.

"Yeah, I woke up early today, went for a jog."

"Ah, I see."

"Couldn't go far though, the weather sucks you know." He said leaning against the kitchen top.

"Yeah. But I heard that it should get better from tomorrow. I could show you around if you want to. Hoshi, my staff, is going to busy for a while so I can guide you around."

"Really? That would be cool." Mingyu smiled. There was a small stretch of silence as you both listened to the rainfall before he spoke, "Have you had lunch?"

"Uh-no."

"Would you like to join me?" He asked "This is the longest time I've been alone and it feels a bit weird," he murmured more to himself than you.

"I mean- I don't mind," you shrugged. "Though I should be the one doing it."

"It's okay. People say I am a good cook," Mingyu smiled, his eyes crinkling.

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to see."

It was weird how comfortable you felt watching Mingyu being clumsy and bump into things as he prepared your meal. It felt like you've been doing this forever- like you've known him forever and you thought to yourself what was suddenly wrong with you. He made small talk as he cooked and it felt easy talking with him- almost impossible to believe that he was stranger. He was friendly and easy to get along with, definitely not a cold and grumpy businessman like you imagined him to be.

Mingyu grinned as he set down the food in front of you- chicken soup, rice and cheese omelette. His eyes twinkled excitedly as he watched you take a bite, waiting for you to say something.

"What are you? A part time chef or something?" You tried not to moan as you chewed because it was that good. Mingyu laughed- a sweet, shy laugh that had his canines showing and his eyes forming crescents. "Thank you. I learned from my mom. I like cooking for myself when I get the time which is not often," he smiled- almost sadly.

"Well, you can cook for me all you want as long as you're here because this is amazing!" You grinned at him, cheeks puffed with food.

Mingyu chuckled softly as he dug in and you both started eating. It felt nice, to talk to someone new and spend time with them, someone other than Chan or Hoshi. It was a nice change- a change you probably needed for a while.

"So...What brings you here?" You asked as you finished your food, setting down the spoon and leaning back into the chair. Mingyu who was still eating, looked at you with a perplexed expression so you spoke, "I mean...we don't generally have guests like you. And it's not even a good time to visit...so I was wondering what brought you here?"

"Guests like me? What does that mean?"

"I mean...rich, okay?" You fumbled, feeling awkward. Maybe you shouldn't have asked. "Like...there are fancier places to visit, you know..."

Mingyu smiled at your words for a moment before he deadpanned, "I'm running away."

"Running away?" You gasped, almost jumping from your seat, "From who? The cops?"

"It would have been better but no, my family," he said, his voice as serious as ever.

"Oh...I see," you fell quiet. It definitely wasn't the answer you expected. You both remained silent for a while as he started out the window, lost in thoughts. "It must have been really bad if you're hiding out here." You spoke softly.

"It has always been," he mumbled. "I just couldn't take it anymore, you know? I desperately needed a break," he spoke more to himself than you. Instead of prodding further, you sat quietly, watching him and listening to his words. Seeing him now, he definitely looks troubled and you didn't exactly have the words to console him.

So you whispered, "Well, I hope it gets better."

Later that night, you find Hoshi and his friends and Chan preparing for a bonfire in the front yard of the cabin.

"Wow, you all are really having fun, no?" You said as you fisted your hands in your pockets from the chilly weather. The air was colder than other nights and everyone including you had put on some warm clothes.

"You wanna join us?" Seokmin asked as he stacked logs on top of each other.

"Nah, it's fine. You four carry on," you patted his back as you started walking back towards the cabin and saw Chan and Hoshi coming out with some boxes in their hands.

"Hey! There are marshmallows in the kitchen cabinet if you want.... nevermind," you finished as you saw beer cans and soju bottles in their hands.

"We're gonna get drunk baby!" Soonyoung yelled, grinning like a fool.

"Hyung, you look drunk already," Chan gave him a side look as they trudged towards the bonfire.

Laughing at their antics you climbed the stairs to the kitchen, preparing some hot chocolate for yourself. Holding the mug on one hand you knocked on the door to Mingyu's room, checking up on him since you haven't seen him since lunch.

The door opened revealing Mingyu in a baggy shirt and pajamas, his hair fluffy and messy.

"Hey," you chriped. "Wanted to check up on you. You wanna join the others in the bonfire?"

"Nah, I'm good. I've been watching them from the balcony." He smiled, his pointy canines showing.

"Oh, I see."

"You wanna come in? I've been getting lonely." He offered, moving away from the door to make space for you.

"Uh- I don't mind," you murmured, surprised that he asked you to come in. You tentatively stepped in and it was fair to say that you were surprised to see the room neat and pristine as most guests kept their room messy.

He ushered you into the balcony, which had a great view of your yard and the forest behind. You saw others laughing loudly as Soonyoung acted something out. Mingyu's voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"You didn't join them?"

"Nah, they can get too loud sometimes," you chuckled, taking a seat on the bench. You eyed an empty mug lying by, guessing that Mingyu already had his fill of hot chocolate.

Mingyu took a seat beside you, stretching his legs and sighing as he mused, "The view is great."

You hummed your agreement. It was indeed. Not only did you have the full view of your yard and the forest, but you could see a vast horizon of the night sky, some stars twinkling through the clouds.

"It's even more beautiful during summer. You can see so many stars that it feels unreal." You told him.

"Then I will try to visit again during summer," he smiled and you were not sure if he was serious or joking. However you replied with a smile, "You're always welcome."

A silence falls among you two after that but it's not uncomfortable, as you both watched the night grow and Soonyoung and his friends got louder.

"Things got really hard for me, you know," Mingyu started speaking, his voice soft as he stared at the mesh of trees ahead. You were somewhat surprised at his words, but you didn't interrupt, opting for him to continue.

"Running a million dollar company was never easy but...it suddenly was unbearable. My parents always interfered in my work and how I run the company but I managed through all of that, really...until..." Mingyu heaved a long sigh, abruptly stopping.

"Until?" You tentatively asked, peeking at him.

"They want me to get married. With the daughter of their business partner. A marriage of convenience, really."

Oh.

You fell silent, watching him as the moonlight dimly lit the side of his face. There wasn't enough light to see his face completely, but enough to see the curve of his face, his sharp jawline and the sad, lost look in his eyes. Your heart suddenly ached for him. Silently you patted his shoulder, conjuring up some words to console him.

"That's ...awful, really. I'm sorry."

"I've never been so mad in my whole life. Can't they just leave me alone? They treat me like a puppet, like my only job is to live for them. I'm so done. " He said, his hands forming fists.

There's a beat of silence as you quietly patted his back and watched your friends get wasted by the bonfire before he chuckled softly, "I'm sorry for dumping all these on you. I just couldn't hold them in you know-"

"It's really fine, Mingyu. I don't mind. It would be nice if I could actually help you," you sighed, retracting your hand.

"Trust me, you are," he said and you caught a smile on his face.

"I suppose you don't have a significant other? Someone you could talk to freely?"

He shook his head. "That is why I came here. Needed to get my thoughts together, away from them. Not to mention I don't remember the last time I went on a vacation."

"And have you got your thoughts together?"

"I think so, yeah." He shrugged.

"What are you gonna do?" You asked tilting your head.

"Stand strong in my ground, I guess. There's no way I'm marrying their business partner, I'd rather die. And if all else fails, I'm staying here. I'm sure you have some type of job for me, right?"

You laughed at his words, "Maybe. But I'm not sure about your skills, Mr. Kim."

"Oh I'm a fast learner, Miss ___."

You both grinned at each other.

That night when you went back to your room, your thoughts were plagued by Mingyu and you could swear you saw him in your dreams too.

The next morning is brighter and shinier; the sky relatively clear other than some light clouds. After getting dressed and checking up on Hoshi and Chan who were still sleeping, you trudged through the cabin and towards Mingyu's room, before knocking on it. A fully dressed Mingyu appeared, clad in a white polo and jeans, his hair styled messily. He looked effortlessly attractive, making your heart skipp a few beats.

Damn it, what was wrong with you?

"Hi," you almost missed a breath, your face flushed with warmth.

"Oh, hey. I was about to come to you. I believe you were to show me around." Mingyu grinned, his pointy canines showing.

"And that is what I'm here for, Mr. Kim."

"Great! Let's get going. We'll take my car."

After showing Mingyu around for a couple of hours, you both ended up at the beach by the marketplace, sitting on the sand next to each other. The weather was nice; not too hot, not too cold as a light breeze flew by occasionally. Though you could see some black clouds gathering above, it wasn't to rain until evening if the forecast was correct.

"This place is so pretty," Mingyu mused, making you smile.

"I know right. The weather is great too."

You both watched the waves crash to the shore, occasionally wetting your feet as you both relaxed on the sand. There was a silence, a comfortable one as you finished eating the corndog you bought from the market earlier with some groceries. As you finished the last bite, Mingyu turned to face you and asked, "Tell me about yourself."

"What?" A squeak of surprise escaped from you.

"I shared a lot about myself last night. It's only fair I get to know about you too."

"Well..." You pondered. "There isn't much to tell. I've a pretty dull life, unlike you."

Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head, "Does the cabin belong to your parents? Is it like a family business type of thing?"

"No, not really," you smiled softly. "My parents are dead. The cabin belonged to my grandfather."

"Oh- I'm sorry."

"No it's okay. They passed away in an accident when I was a kid so I don't remember them much." You spoke, watching the sea, "My grandparents raised me. Growing up I've spent a lot of time in the cabin and when my grandfather retired he handed the job to me."

"Are they alive? Your grandparents?" He asked tentatively.

You shook your head, "Grandpa passed away a couple years ago and it's been a few months since grandma did too."

"I'm sorry, you must've been lonely," Mingyu offered, his voice soft.

You shrugged, "Yeah, like I said, nothing interesting going on in my life."

Mingyu hummed noncommittally and there was a few moments of silence before he spoke again, "Was managing the cabin something you have always wanted to do?"

You were quiet for a while as you thought over the question, "No...not really. I've just kept doing the job I was handed to. I haven't really thought about what I want to do."

"Well...I think you should hire a manager in your place and maybe...I don't come to the city and make friends, see what calls for you."

"Yeah, I've thought about it. But I don't know really." You murmured.

"Well, give it some thought. I could help you find a manager. In fact, I could help promote and upgrade your cabin if you'd let me. It'll be a good investment."

You laughed softly, not taking his words too seriously. He was just a guest. He was probably just being nice.

A gust of strong wind flew by, ruining your hair as it poked into your eyes and you laughed when your eyes landed on Mingyu.

"What?"

His hair was sticking in different directions because of the wind and you shook your head with a smile as you reached to pat the hairs back into place. It happened naturally, before you could stop yourself. For a moment your eyes meet as you quickly retract your hand, face heated.

Something was definitely wrong with you.

Mingyu's gaze stayed at you for a while; you could feel his intense eyes on you and you thought maybe he didn't like you touching him. Before your thoughts ran more rampant, he spoke.

"___?"

"Y-yes?"

"Do you...Do you have a home?"

"Home?" You were confused.

"Yes, home. Not like a real house but like a... person. Someone who makes you feel at ease, someone with whom you can be yourself without judgements, someone who keeps you cozy and safe and loved...like a home."

Somewhat taken aback by his words, you fell silent but their depth hit you and you found yourself thinking about it. Do you have a home?

No. No, you don't.

You shook your head, murmuring, "No."

Mingyu nodded taking his eyes off you.

"What about you?" You asked.

"Me neither."

You smiled, "Figures. Because if you had someone you wouldn't have run here but went to them."

Mingyu smiled, a sad smile gracing his lips. It was a somewhat bitter truth, he hadn't found his home no matter how much he looked for it. Maybe that's what he was doing wrong, looking desperately.

"Let's get going. It has started to rain," Your voice dragged him out of his thoughts as he felt small drops of water fall on his face. You reached your hand out to him and he took it, standing up. As you both jogged towards Mingyu's car, your hands remained connected, no one bothering to let go.

That night you had dinner with Mingyu again but this time it was you who did the cooking. After enjoying dinner over small talk, Mingyu like the gentleman he is did the dishes as you poured some wine for the two of you.

Sitting on the small table in common space by the window, you both watched the clear sky that had appeared after the shower. You sipped your wine, watching the vast expanse of stars that blinked in the dark sky.

"I think I've to go back tomorrow," Mingyu suddenly whispered, his tone so low you almost thought you misheard him. A bolt out the blue, you looked at him.

"Tomorrow?"

"Mmhmm," he fiddled with the hem of his cardigan as he stared at the table. "I've got so many calls and messages from work. My company won't run on its on, I can be gone for only so long." He sighed.

You didn't offer any words, too shocked to know that he'd be gone tomorrow. What is this attachment you've developed towards him? Why did the thought of someone, almost a stranger going back to where he came from, where he belonged hurt you so much? You didn't know what to label your feelings but realizing that you'd probably never see him again was tugging at your heartstrings.

Should you ask him for his number and stay connected with him? Is there even a point in that? You both live miles away from each other. Or should just take his advice and follow him to the city? Would that even be a good idea? Are you just reading all this wrong?

You were so invested in your thoughts that you didn't realize Mingyu was calling you until he shook your shoulder.

"You okay, ___?"

"Huh? Yeah...it's just, the news is really sudden. I didn't... expect you'd return so soon." You mumbled.

Mingyu sighed, his shoulder dropping a little bit. "Trust me, if I could I'd stay here forever. But...I can't keep running. I need to face my parents, the sooner the better."

At a loss of what to say, you just nodded. Reaching for your drink you took a big gulp, trying to calm your nerves. It's okay, you can do this. He's just another one of your guests.

You stood up, taking the empty glass in your hand, "Well, I better leave you alone now. I'm sure you've got packing to do."

You almost turned away; until a strong hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back, making you stumble towards Mingyu's body.

"Don't. Stay for a while. I don't want you to leave." His voice was soft yet deep and it immediately broke your resolve as you set the glass down and looked into his eyes.

He didn't let go of your wrist; instead only wrapped his other hand around your waist, pulling you closer, leaving just a few inches between your faces. You didn't tell him to move neither did you make any effort to get away from him- you didn't want to. It felt good, comforting as he held you and looked at you almost like you were his whole world. His eyes had so much emotion swirling in them and you were sure yours looked the same too.

"___?" His voice was breathy and it set your heart aflame.

"Y-yes?"

"Can I...kiss you?"

You inhaled sharply as his hold on you got tighter. You couldn't process a reply, overwhelmed with emotion. So you just nodded and Mingyu leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

It was soft at first, his lips just resting against yours, as if he was testing the waters. When you didn't resist but only pulled him closer, he started devouring you, his tongue prodding in your wet cavern. Moans espaced from you as you kept pulling at his hair almost grinding on him, desperate for more. He was the same, kissing you with so much passion and vigour like you were the last female standing.

You somehow managed to tug off his cardigan between the kiss and when you pulled apart for air, Mingyu panted, "Can we take this to the bedroom?"

His deep raspy voice spread liquid heat throughout your body and you had to stop yourself from pouncing on him.

"Yes please," you breathed. Mingyu stood up straight, his tall and built body intimidating you in the best ways possible, "Oh baby, you don't have to beg. I'll give you anything you want."

Once again your breath was trapped as he picked you up, his hand under your ass to support you. When he dropped you on his bed and took off his tee you realized you were in for a long night. In the back of your mind, you also realized that this would make it even harder to let him go.

Next morning you were the first one to wake up as the sun barely seeped through the blinds. If you had to guess it wasn't any more than six am. Mingyu's hand rested on your waist as he remained snuggled against your back. It was so comforting that you almost forgot your reality and went back to sleep, until you remembered what had happened last night. Before you could start overthinking and possibly had a breakdown right there, you ever so carefully removed his hand from your body and scrawled out of the bed, grabbing your shirt and quickly throwing it on. Then you tiptoped out of his room despite the ache between your legs and rushed straight towards yours.

Slamming the door shut, your sat down, head in your hands. You've to now prepare for saying goodbye. Right, you just need to act casual and not let him know that you might have developed feelings for him in the past week.

His words came back to you.

"Do you have a home?"

You didn't have one until now but the realization that you may have found it brought tears to your eyes.

You spent the next hours wallowing in your self pity, curled up in your bed too afraid to get out and face Mingyu. Soonyoung dropped by once, knocking at your door and asking if you want breakfast, which you declined. Time slowly ticked away and you watched as the clock struck eleven. You couldn't stay inside forever. You needed to bid Mingyu a goodbye- that is if he hadn't left already. But you were sure he didn't; he wouldn't just leave without any words.

Sighing, you gathered every last bit of your courage and stepped out of your room. Immediately you saw Mingyu coming out from the opposite end of the corridor, the carry-on he brought with him in his hand.

"Hey, where have you been?" He asked, his steps getting quicker to come and stand in front of you.

"Oh- um, I took and shower and then dozed off, sorry," you lied easily, not meeting his eyes.

There was a beat of silence as you both stood in front of each other and when your eyes finally met his, a blush spread across his face like wildfire. The air was heavy with unsaid words and you coughed, trying to get rid of the terrible awkwardness.

"So, you're leaving now?"

What a nice question.

Mingyu seemed to be lost in thoughts as he snapped back to reality and scratched the back of his head, "Oh yeah, right. It'll be a couple hours drive so the earlier I leave the better."

Nodding you motioned your hand towards the exit, "I'll see you out."

Mingyu seemed to have something to say but he pressed his lips in a thin line and started to climb down the stairs, you behind him. Soonyoung, who was standing at the entrance gave you a conspirational wiggle of his brows but said nothing as he watched you follow Mingyu out.

You observed as Mingyu loaded his bag in the trunk, peeking glances at you every other second. When he finished, you spoke, "Well...good luck. I hope you can overcome your problems."

"Thanks. It won't be easy and my dad will probably take away my shares of the company but...I'm done living like this."

You nodded, smiling softly as you crossed your arms against your chest. It suddenly felt cold.

You both gazed at each other, saying nothing even though you've so much to say, as if the silence would carry your unsaid words to him. You were torn- wanting to talk about last night but chickening out knowing it was probably just a fling, a one night stand for him.

"___..." Mingyu spoke but the words died on his tongue. Not trusting yourself to speak, you swallwed the ball of emotions and looked at him with a curious tilt of head.

"...I hope you find what you really want to do. And I hope you find your home too," he said, his words so soft and gentle. For some reason you had a feeling that those were not the words he wanted to say yet you forced a smile and nodded, "You too, Mingyu."

His eyes swirled with so my emotions but you didn't know what he was thinking. He looked pained, just like you but you were too afraid to speak your feelings, scared that you misread him.

When you spoke no more, Mingyu sighed and backstopped slowly, "Well... goodbye, then."

You managed to choke out the words, "Goodbye."

Your emotions overwhelmed you, tears stinging your eyes as you watched him enter his car. Why did it hurt so much? Why did it feel like your heart was being ripped right out of your chest?

His engine roared to life and your stomach sunk. Was this really the right thing to do? Should you just let him go like this?

You made a split second decision that moment, just as his car moved forward a little.

"Mingyu!" You called after him, immediately making him stop the car. He came out, almost in a hurry, an expectant look on his face as you ran towards him. Then you made another split second decision as you wrapped your arms around his tall frame and held tight.

"I like you, Mingyu. I really like you." You mumbled in his chest.

He didn't say anything back but you felt his arms wrapping around you tightly and you stood there in each others embrace for a while. It felt like time has stopped, the warmth and safety of his arms comforting you and making you realize how you would have regretted if you had let him go.

Mingyu pulled back to take a look at your face, his hand cupping your cheeks, his warm but intense eyes on you, shining with love and adoration.

"Say something," you whispered, still unsure.

He chuckled, a light-hearted, carefree sound that made your heart swoon. "I like you too, if it wasn't obvious after last night."

Elated, you pulled his face down and kissed his lips as you felt him grin and wrap his arms around you once again.

"I want to go with you...to the city," you murmured into his chest as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

You couldn't see it but you felt him smirk, "Good. Because I think I found my home."

Your heart couldn't become fuller as you grinned like a happy child.

"Me too."

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leedosbunnyboy · 3 years

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Jaehyun; Lunch Break

Genre: Angst, Smut

Pairing: Jaehyun x M!Reader

Requested: no

Warning(s): mentions of homophobia, handjobs, fingering, degradation, rim job, eating out, cum eating, semi-public sex, mentions of exhibitionism, implied penetrative sex

Summary: On your dad's birthday, he decides to have a family dinner. Little do you know, he chose the restaurant your boyfriend works at.

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"Hide everyone!" My oldest brother yelled as he saw our dad return from work.

All six of us hid behind couches, doors, and tables as we awaited Dad walking through the door.

Thick, heavy footsteps stopped outside the door as the knob began to turn with a small squeak.

"SURPRISE!" We all yelled as dad smiled.

"Thank you kids." He said and invited all of us into a hug.

"Don't forget me!" Mom complained as she pecked him on the cheek.

We each took our turns handing him out gifts as he took his time appreciating each one.

As we cleaned up the mess of discarded present wrappers and neglected price tags, the topic of dinner was brought up by our youngest sister.

"I'm hungry!" Whined Naeun as she plopped on the floor.

"Speaking of it, I am too." My youngest brother, Minhyeon, said.

"I could go for dinner." My oldest brother, Juyeon, chimed in.

Thus started the arguing of which restaurant to go to as your parents rolled their eyes at our pointless fighting.

"QUIET!" Bellowed our mother.

"It's your dad's birthday, so he gets to choose where we eat." She said and looked up to our dad.

We stood around as we awaited our dad's final verdict.

"Alright! I've decided." He said and stood up.

"Where are we going?" My older sister, Songyee, asked.

"That's a surprise." He said and grabbed his keys.

I knew dad would say something along those lines, considering he never gives a straight answer. We all hopped into the car and waited to see which restaurant dad chose as our destination.

Along the way I decided to text my boyfriend, Jaehyun, out of boredom.

Me:

Jae :(

Jaehyun<3:

Yes baby?

Me:

I'm bored and wanna talk

Jaehyun<3:

Why are you bored?

Me:

It's my dad's birthday, and he's taking us to some 'mystery' restaurant to celebrate.

Jaehyun<3:

Well I'd love to keep my babyboy company, but I've got to get back to work.

Me:

:,(

Jaehyun<3:

I'll be on lunch break soon, then we can talk. Okay babe?

Me:

Yeah, talk to you later. I love you.

Jaehyun<3:

I love you too<3

"We're here!" Dad yelled out as he parked the car.

We each hopped out and entered the restaurant.

It was on the fancier side with many intricate designs on the walls and decor.

We waited to be seated as the place seemed to be packed.

"I'm so sorry about the wait. How many to be seated?" Asked the lady at the counter.

"Seven." Dad answered.

The lady gathered the menus and led us to our table.

"We'll have a waiter with you shortly." She said and left shortly after.

"I see someone wanted somewhere 'high-up' for his birthday." Juyeon joked.

"This is a nice restaurant, Dad!" Cheered Naeun.

"Well I wanted somewhere nice to celebrate with my wonderful family." Dad smiled.

"Hi! I'm Jaehyun and I'll be your wai- (M/n! You didn't tell me you were gonna be here." Jaehyun said.

"(M/n), do you know him?" Mom asked me.

"Yeah, he's a friend." I lied.

I could see the smile on his face fade into one of defeat.

"Anyways, I'll be getting your drinks before I go on my lunch break." Jaehyun said and pulled out his notepad.

We each ordered our drinks and I couldn't even look Jaehyun in the eyes.

"I'll get your drinks out as soon as possible." He said before turning around.

"Wait, Jaehyun was it?" Dad called him down.

"Yes sir?" He responded.

"You said you were going on your lunch break soon. So why not join us?" Dad told Jaehyun.

"Are you sure?" Jae asked with a dumbfounded expression.

"Of course! Any friend of my kids is welcome." Dad cheered.

"Well thank you. I'll get your drinks and be right back." He said and hurriedly ran into the kitchen.

"Hey (M/n). Your friend's cute." Songyee whispered.

"Well he's off-limits." I whispered back.

She sat back and pouted and then continued to look over the menu.

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Jaehyun came back with our drinks and was out of his uniform in favor of a loose black shirt.

"Thank you again for welcoming me." He said as he took his seat next to me.

"Anytime Jaehyun." Mom said with a smile.

I felt Jaehyun's hand slowly attempt to intertwine our fingers underneath the table, but I swatted him away. He responded by looking at me with puppy eyes as I ignored him to straighten my posture.

"(M/n), why don't you ever invite Jaehyun over?" Mom asked me.

"I wonder the same thing." Jaehyun said under his breath.

I elbowed him in the ribs and then turned my attention back to my parents.

"He's usually busy with school or work, so there's never been a good time." I said.

My mom nodded as her attention was taken by the new waiter.

"Is everyone ready to order?" He asked.

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The dinner was fun and lighthearted, except for me and Jaehyun.

He would try to make conversation with me, but I would simply ignore him or give simple answers.

I could tell he was getting frustrated by the way his grip on his cup was getting tighter, to the point where his knuckles were beginning to turn pale. The tip of his ears turned bright red, and for a second I thought I could see steam coming from his ears.

But somehow, he was still able to keep a smile and make conversation with my family.

I'm pretty sure they began to sense the tension as they would give us these looks of concern.

"I need to use the restroom." I said and left the table in a hurry. I knew he was following me based off the frustrated, heavy footsteps trailing behind me.

As soon as I entered the bathroom I was pinned against the wall.

"Jae! What are yo-!" I couldn't even finish my sentence before Jaehyun's lips met mine. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and tangled my hands into his hair as he forced his tongue into my mouth.

"Why have you been ignoring me (M/n)?" He asked in a deep, husky tone.

I didn't answer him and instead tried to grind into him to give friction to my aching cock.

"Answer me." He growled and gripped my hips.

"Because I don't know what my dad would do if he knew I was with a guy!" I exclaimed.

He slowly trailed his hand to toy with my cock through my jeans.

"You could've just told me that instead of ignoring me. I felt hurt (M/n)." Jaehyun said as he moved his hand up and down in a slow rhythm.

"I'm sorry Jae-!" I whined when he slipped his hand inside of my pants.

We both kept quiet as Jaehyun continued to work on giving me a handjob. His movements getting progressively louder as more pre-cum leaked from my slit.

Without warning, he turned me around and pinned me against the wall.

"Such a bad boy for ignoring me. You deserve to be punished." Jaehyun whispered which sent chills down my spine.

He gave my ass a hard slap which caused me to yelp in pain.

"Shh! We're still in a public bathroom, remember? Unless you wanna be seen getting absolutely wrecked." He smirked as he lowered my pants and boxers to my knees.

"But you'd probably love that you fucking slut." He growled and spit on my hole.

"J-jae, isn't this your l-lunchbreak?" I asked.

"Don't worry baby. I already found what I want to eat." He inserted a finger into me as he continued to give me a handjob.

"Does that feel good?" Jaehyun asked after he inserted another finger.

I nodded furiously as I whined out an incoherent answer.

"Use words whore." He demanded.

"Y-you're so fu-fucking good, Jae." I moaned as he added a third finger.

"Good boy." He complemented and pulled out his fingers.

I whined in frustration to being empty and Jaehyun smirked at this.

"Calm down sweetheart. I'll get to the main course." He immeadiatly began to lick and kiss around and on my hole.

Jaehyun then slowly began to lick and bite before savagely eating me out my hole as if he had been starved for years.

I digged my fingers into the palm of my hand due to being overwhelmed by the pure ecstasy that is Jaehyun's tongue.

All throughout this, he never stopped giving me a handjob, and I could feel myself reaching my climax.

"Jaehyun~, I'm gon-na bust!" I moaned out.

"Cum baby." He said and then continued to ravage my hole with his tongue.

After a few seconds I came all over his hand and some even managed to land on the wall.

Jaehyun brought his hand to his mouth before licking up my cum.

He smeared the leftovers on my hole before licking it up.

He grabbed a few paper towels and cleaned up his hand, my dick, and the cum that landed on the wall. He pulled up my pants before I collapsed into his arms.

"We should get back to dinner." I said, but Jaehyun instead roughly placed me on the counter.

"We're not done here yet baby. We're not leaving until I cum. So be prepared to ride this dick like a pretty slut." He whispered into my ear.

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"They've been gone for a while don't you think?" (M/n)'s mom commented.

Their food had arrived 30 minutes and they were prepared for dessert.

"Ju, go check on your younger brother." His dad said as Juyeon headed towards the bathroom.

He walked into the bathroom and was met with...

"Jae, faster, faster, fuck-!" (M/n) moaned.

"(M/n), you're so fucking tight! Take this cock like a good little slut!" Jaehyun growled to the boy pinned underneath him.

"Ahem!" Juyeon coughed.

Both boys looked in shock at the person standing in front of them.

"Am I interrupting something?"

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helloalycia · 3 years

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teenage dirtbag [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: Wanda's boyfriend continues to be an aggravation in your life, causing some distance between you and Wanda

warning/s: none

author's note: i really appreciate the feedback you guys gave in the last part – it’s always motivating to read your reactions/comments 🥰

Sorting things out with Wanda made everything return to normal in no time. So much in fact that she decided I was worth inviting to her and her brother's birthday party.

Never in a million years did I expect the most popular girl in our grade to know who I was, let alone invite me to her birthday party, so to say I was surprised was an understatement.

"It's not a big deal if you can't make it," she said when she handed me the invitation in class. "I mean, I'd love it if you could, but yeah, no pressure."

I was in awe, accepting the invite and reading it quickly. It must have been a pretty expensive party if she was giving out special invites, that's for sure.

"You want me to come?" I asked, still unsure whether this was a joke or not.

"Only if you want to," she said quickly, eyes darting around the room and anywhere but at me. "Like I said, you don't have to. It's not a big deal and– I– yeah." She pressed her lips together and stopped rambling, offering me a small smile.

"Thanks," I said quietly, slotting the invite in my notebook. "I'll, er, I'll think about it."

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and faced forward, nodding. "Yeah, sure, no rush."

After that awkward conversation, I discovered she'd also invited Y/BF/N, the two of them developing a little friendship the more she'd hung out with me. He didn't mind going, but only wanted to do so if I went.

"I feel like I kinda don't wanna go," I admitted to him after school as we were studying in the library.

"Oh?" He rose an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

I played with the pencil in my hand. "I don't know, it's just– it's gonna be full of all of her other friends. And they don't really like me. Plus, her dick of a boyfriend is gonna be there. I just think she might have invited me to be nice. Like she might have felt like she had to because we sit together, y'know?"

"I think you know that isn't true," he said knowingly. "Maybe, just maybe, she actually wants us there, wants you there, to celebrate her birthday."

I chewed the inside of my mouth, giving it some thought. But the idea of going to Wanda's house party and seeing a bunch of people I didn't care about getting pissed wasn't comforting. Besides, even if I went, I'd probably see Wanda once before she'd get scooped away by Nate. What was the point?

"Nah, I don't think I'm going," I decided. "She won't notice. I'll just get her a present instead."

Y/BF/N sighed, clearly not impressed with my answer. Nonetheless, he said, "Okay, suit yourself."

"You can go if you want," I added, knowing his presence wasn't linked with mine.

"No Y/N, no party," he said with a dismissive shrug, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Such a good friend," I said teasingly, but there was truth to my words. And I knew he knew that.

When I saw photos and videos of Wanda and Pietro's party all over my social media the day after, I knew I'd made the right choice in not going. It was the same visuals of everyone getting drunk, doing stupid shit and making a mess. Call me a loser, but that wasn't really my scene. Pietro and Wanda both seemed to enjoy it though, judging from the pictures.

Instead, I bought her a birthday present, knowing I didn't have to but I kind of wanted to, and planned to give it to her when she turned up to class. It was her birthday today, despite throwing the party over the weekend, so I hoped it would make up for my absence (thought I doubted she noticed).

She showed up and settled beside me as I was writing the date in my notebook, making me look up to see she'd made an extra effort to dress up for her birthday, looking fancier than usual. I couldn't help but smile at the giant '18' birthday badge pinned to her jacket.

"Happy birthday, Wanda," was the first thing I said when I saw her. "You look amazing."

A bashful smile appeared on her lips. "Thank you, Y/N."

"I hope your party went well," I said, giving her my full attention whilst trying not to drool over how beautiful she looked.

Surprisingly, her smile faded and her eyebrows knitted together. "Yeah, it did... could you not make it? I tried looking for you and– yeah..."

I opened my mouth to speak, admittedly a little embarrassed that she'd caught me out. I was sure she wouldn't notice – the pictures made it seem like there were loads of guests, I'd definitely have blended in if I were there – but clearly I was mistaken.

"I just thought–" she began, before shaking her head. "Never mind."

"Sorry, I thought–" I started, but like her, didn't know what to say. "Parties aren't my thing," I admitted truthfully. "But it looked fun. You enjoyed it, right?"

She nodded, a small forced smile on her lips. "Yeah, right. It's cool. No biggie."

I swallowed awkwardly. It seemed like a biggie and now I felt bad.

"I, er, got you a gift," I blurted, hoping to change the subject. Reaching into my backpack, I pulled out the terribly wrapped present and held it out nervously. "I hope you, er, like it."

Her eyebrows raised as her eyes flickered between the present and I. "Oh? You didn't have to. I wasn't expecting anything."

Was it hot in here or was it just me?

I pulled my collar away from my neck, hoping to circulate some air. "I wanted to. It's not a big deal."

She accepted the gift, fingers brushing mine and making me even more nervous, before opening it up. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she revealed a brand new leather paintbrush carry case.

"The one you always carry around is tattered and falling apart, so I thought I'd get you a new one," I explained, feeling like I had to. "I mean, unless the other one has some sort of sentimental value, then in that case, I can just return this."

"Are you kidding? I love it!" she exclaimed, looking to me with a grin. "It's beautiful, Y/N. I don't even know what else to say."

My shoulders relaxed, a relieved smile tugging at my lips. "Good. Th-that's good. I'm glad you like it."

Without warning, she moved forward off her stool and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a hug. I was startled, unable to think straight with her body pressed so close to mine and her floral perfume wafting into my nose. Why did she have to smell so good?

"Thank you," she muttered, pulling away but not quite letting go. Her eyes were glowing as they watched me carefully, accompanying her weak-in-the-knees smile. I was sure I'd melt. "It means a lot."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak for fear I'd say something stupid. I resisted the urge to look down at her lips, which were pulled into a small, appreciative smile. She let go of me, looking to the case again and unravelling it. I caught my breath meanwhile, my senses still on override as her perfume lingered.

She was just so damn beautiful.

—

"Okay, how about this – robotic or organic aliens. Which would you rather invade our planet?" Y/BF/N asked.

I chuckled at his question. "Definitely haven't thought about that one, but let's see..."

We were hanging in the bleachers out near the football field as we waited for football practice to end. Y/BF/N had a Film project to do and needed to film the field, so I offered to help like the good friend I was.

"Probably organic," I answered as I balanced on the bleachers, standing up and tiptoeing down them like steps. "At least we could reason with them if they tried to kill us because they'd have a conscience. Robotic aliens would just be programmed to take over and that's it."

Y/BF/N seemed against the idea as he played with his camera. "Yeah, but if they were robotic, all we'd have to do is launch a missile at them and they'd explode. You can break metal. It's harder to break organic matter."

I stifled a laugh. "You've given this much thought, I see."

He gave me a knowing look. "You telling me you don't think aliens exist?"

I stopped tiptoeing and stood still as I looked down at him with humoured eyes. "You know I know aliens exist."

He waved his hand like that was enough reasoning. "There you go then!"

I laughed, wondering how he thought of this stuff, then continued to balance as I walked down the bleachers. Probably the wrong choice as when I heard a voice call me, I looked up, saw it was Wanda, then proceeded to miss a step and fall onto my arse.

"Oh God, Y/N, are you okay?" she asked, moving forward to help me.

My face heated up as Y/BF/N laughed his arse off beside me. I accepted Wanda's hand and let her pull me up, before letting go immediately when I could handle it myself. Her presence always made me nervous, but this was just terrible.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said, glancing at her and freezing at her piercing gaze and suppressed smile.

"You sure?" she asked, glancing at Y/BF/N, before trying to hide her own laughter.

Fuck me, why was I such a mess whenever she was around?

"Very sure," I said, though my back began to ache from where I hit it. "What's up, anyway?"

Y/BF/N finally shut up, to my relief, and Wanda minimised her laughter before scratching her head.

"I'm waiting for practice to end so I can take Pietro home," she said, nodding to the field. "I saw you both sat here and thought I'd say hi. Are you guys watching practice?"

"Not really," I answered, before tilting my head to Y/BF/N. "We're just waiting for it to end so Y/BF/N can film for his project."

"Ooh, that sounds interesting," she said, intrigued and looking to him now. "What's that about?"

As he caught her up on it, I found myself checking Wanda out without realising. She was animated as she listened to Y/BF/N talk about his assignment, eyes giving him all of her attention, and a permanent smile was fixed on her lips as she listened to him. Though it wasn't directed at me, I felt butterflies swirling a storm in my stomach and clutched it, hoping they'd go away. I loved and hated the feeling all at once.

Breaking me from my reverie, a football flew past all three of us and hit the bleachers, startling us all. We looked in the direction it came from and saw the football team looking back at us, some laughing and some disgruntled. Two players ran towards us and when they got close enough, I made them out as Pietro and Nate.

Nate was laughing as he looked between us all, before his gaze fell on me. "It's Y/N, right? I feel like I'm always throwing that thing at you. Sorry about that."

But his constant laughing and lack of guilt refuted his words. I merely clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes his way, not that he seemed to care nor notice. I was a mere fly in a world that revolved around him. He'd never notice.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't even know you were over here," he added, looking to Wanda. "You okay?"

Wanda crossed her arms and seemed frustrated. "I'm fine, Nate. Just get your ball."

He shrugged and grabbed his ball. Before leaving, he pressed a kiss to Wanda's cheek which made me wince, but she made no attempt in enjoying it. He didn't seem to care as he took off running back to his team. Pietro smiled apologetically at the three of us.

"I'm sorry," he said genuinely. "He can be such a dick sometimes."

That was the understatement of the century.

With that, he turned and ran back to his team to finish up. Wanda sighed, running a hand through her hair, as Y/BF/N and I exchanged glances.

"I should get the car running," she said awkwardly, pointing a thumb over her shoulder and towards the car park. "Good luck with your assignment, Y/BF/N. And I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N."

Waving goodbye with an awkward smile, I watched her leave and wondered the same thing I always did whenever Nate decided to make an appearance in my life.

How could she be dating such a dick?

—

Apart from the birthday party I didn't go to, I'd never been invited (or had a reason to go) to Wanda's house. I'd seen it, rode my bike past it, but never actually been in it. So, when she invited me to her place to work on a project we'd been assigned in class, I was unsure how to feel. She was adamant though and I had no reason to say no, so the only thing left to do was say yes. Even when she offered to drive me there after school.

"This is your car?" I asked with disbelief.

I knew absolutely nothing about cars, but I wasn't blind. Hers was a gorgeous deep red colour with a convertible roof that was currently lowered so anyone in it would feel the sun on their back and wind in their hair.

"Yeah, you like it?" she asked as she got into the driver's seat.

I gulped and sat in the passenger's seat, throwing my backpack at my feet. "It's so nice. You sure you don't mind me drinking in this?"

I had a Pepsi bottle in my hand and was deathly afraid of opening it now in case I spilt it and the cleaning bill would be more than I made in a year at the pizza parlour.

She laughed, already pulling out of the car park. "Of course. Don't be silly."

I glanced in her direction, trying not to get distracted by how good she looked in the driver's seat. She was wearing a red leather jacket, funnily enough, matching the exterior of her car, and she had dark eyeliner around her eyes, accentuating the shape and colour of them and leaving me speechless whenever she looked my way.

"There's CDs in the glove compartment," she was saying as she focused on the road. "Or you can mess around with the radio. It's up to you."

"CDs?" I asked, it piquing my interest. I reached into the glove compartment, adding, "What is this, the 2000s?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, accepting my teasing, as I flicked through the small stack of albums.

"I don't know, I guess I just like having the physical version," she said with a shrug. "It's kind of like a collection."

I chuckled at her need to explain herself, watching the way she rubbed her neck nervously, smiling with embarrassment. Looking back to the albums, a particular one grabbed my attention and I plucked it out with raised brows.

"Oh my God, you like Paramore?" I asked, looking to her with surprise. "Now it's definitely the 2000s."

Her cheeks flushed as she grew flustered. I nudged her in the side gently, getting her attention briefly.

"I'm kidding," I reassured, tilting my head her way playfully. "I actually love Paramore. They're my favourite band."

"Really?" she asked with surprise as I put the CD in her car. I hummed in response, to which she continued, "Have you ever seen them live?"

As For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic played quietly in the background, I nodded my head. "Yeah, once. It was a few years ago, but the tickets were shitty and I could just about make them out on stage in the distance."

Wanda laughed, the sound making my heart skip a beat. "No, that's so sad!"

I chuckled in agreement. "Yeah. It was, but oh well. They have a tour coming up this summer, right? Maybe I can get better tickets this time 'round... what about you? Have you ever seen them live?"

She hummed, making a turn at some traffic lights and chewing her lower lip as she focused on doing so. It was definitely the wrong time, but I found myself admiring how attractive it was, especially when her jaw tensed and her defined jawline was on display.

"Yeah, I saw them a few times," she finally responded, pulling me from my stupor. "Some really good seats, some really shitty ones." She giggled at the end, making me smile. "Maybe we could go to that concert in the summer. If you're up for it?"

This seemed like one of those times where you made plans with a friend that you knew would never happen, so to not cause an awkwardness in the conversation, I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, maybe."

She glanced at me and I mirrored her smile, the flash of excitement in her eyes knocking me breathless.

When we reached her house, I was awestruck at how big it was from the inside. I mean, it looked huge from the outside, but the inside was even better. Her family were rich, I knew that, but this was some other level of rich.

"Here, c'mon, I'll get you a drink, then we can go into the dining room to start," Wanda said, failing to recognise my amazement and instead leading me to the kitchen. "We have tropical juice, apple juice, water, Sprite, Cola... which d'you want?"

I settled at the island, taking a seat and subtly admiring her kitchen. "Er, apple juice is fine with me."

She smiled brightly before pouring me a glass, whilst pouring herself some Sprite. Standing opposite me, we both took a moment to have a drink, but didn't get chance to exchange words as her mum entered the room and noticed me instantly.

"Y/N, it's so lovely to see you again!" she said kindly, patting me on the shoulder before heading to the fridge. "You girls hanging out? Studying?"

"We have a project," Wanda filled in as I nodded in agreement. "We alright to claim the dining room?"

After grabbing some water from the fridge, Wanda's mum pressed a kiss to her daughter's cheek. "Sure thing, sweetie. If you need anything, just let me know." Smiling once more at me, she said, "It's good to see you, Y/N."

"You too," I said with a friendly smile before she left.

"Come on," Wanda said, motioning for me to follow. "We have tons to do."

The next hour and a half was spent with Wanda and I planning out our project, our work sprawled along the dining table messily. We were making progress, until she got a call suddenly. It seemed serious as she gave me an apologetic glance and excused herself. I let her go and leaned back in my seat, wondering what I could do as I waited for her to return. That thought was resolved quite quickly when Pietro popped his head in the doorway and spotted me.

"Y/N! What an honour to welcome you to our humble abode," he exclaimed, entering the room fully. "What brings you here?"

Pietro's presence always brought an amused smile to my lips. "Wanda and I are working on a Chemistry project. She's just nipped out for a phone call."

He tutted dramatically, crossing his arms. "Well, well, well. We can't have that! Wanda needs to learn to entertain her guests. C'mon. I was about to head to the gaming room and could use the company."

I was visibly surprised. "You have a gaming room? Dude, that's awesome!"

He laughed. "C'mon."

Joining Pietro, the two of us headed to this so-called gaming room and I was not disappointed. There was a huge TV with a PlayStation and Nintendo Switch connected to it, a snooker table, a foosball table, a dart board, some old arcade games – it was amazing, any gamer's biggest dream.

"What you feeling, princess?" he said with that flirtatious smile of his.

I rolled my eyes playfully. He was being overtly flirty, more so than his sister was – was it a Maximoff personality trait or something? – and I wasn't sure whether he meant it or was just being his usual self.

"Are you flirting?" I deadpanned, tilting my head curiously. "I can't tell."

He pocketed his hands, swinging back on the heels of his feet. "That depends. Is it working?"

Despite my lack of interest in him like that, I felt my face heat up at the attention. "Pietro, I must tell you that any moves you attempt to make kind of won't work."

"And why's that?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the snooker table with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Am I not your type?"

"Unless you change into a girl, then no," I played along, making him flush with embarrassment. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm gay."

"Okay, I guess that makes sense," he mumbled to himself, before sighing and meeting my eyes. "We can still be friends, right? Or is that forbidden since you're already friends with my sister?"

I laughed and approached him. "Friends works. I don't think Wanda will care. I certainly don't."

He grinned. "Awesome! Well, d'you wanna play a round of foosball?"

"Sure," I said with an amused expression. "Bet I can kick your arse."

He pushed himself off the table and feigned surprise. "Oh? Game on, Y/L/N."

I didn't realise how long Wanda had been on the phone until I managed to get through three rounds of foosball and was in the middle of a snooker game with Pietro.

"You may have beat me at foosball, but you're terrible at this," he pointed out with stifled laughter.

I'd missed my third shot and it was more funny than it was embarrassing.

"Your talking distracts me," I said dismissively, before lining up the next shot with my cue.

He watched as I tried to take my shot before sighing loudly. I glanced at him with a quirked brow.

"You have a thought you'd like to share?" I asked playfully.

He hesitated, moving forward to correct my posture. "Look, if you just aim it like this–"

"Don't even think about it, Romeo," I said jokingly, standing up straight and pushing him away gently. "I know what you're thinking."

He laughed. "What? I was just going to help you aim!"

I gave him a knowing look. "So holding me close is just a bonus?"

"Fine, take your shot without my help and see what happens," he said dismissively, waving his hand.

"I'll do just that," I said with confidence, before bending down and taking my shot. The ball hit the other and neither were pocketed, which was an achievement as I'd got the cue ball in several times before, but still pretty shit as I didn't score any points.

Pietro smiled with satisfaction, leaning on his cue. "You happy with that?"

I held in a laugh as I looked to him. "Shut up."

He chuckled before bumping me out the way. "Now for the professional."

Bending down to take his shot, he pulled back his cue before hitting the balls. They rolled around on the table and one ball was about to go in, but I quickly grabbed it before he could get the point.

"Y/N!" he shouted between laughter. "That's cheating!"

"Technically we didn't establish rules," I pointed out, before moving backwards as he tried to grab it from my hand. "What do you say to calling it a draw and playing something else?"

"I say that's a childish way to admit you've lost," he responded, before moving forward quickly. I dodged his attempt and he pursed his lips. "Y/N."

"Pietro."

He smirked. "Seriously?"

I grinned.

He tried to grab it again and ended up chasing me around the room as I avoided giving in. Taking the piss out of Y/BF/N enough times had prepared me for moments like this, so I was able to avoid Pietro long enough to run into whoever walked through the door.

"Shit, Wanda, I'm sorry," I said between laughter, steadying both me and her.

She smiled with confusion, about to speak, but Pietro caught up to me and lifted me up, throwing me onto the couch before I could protest.

"No more cheating," he said sternly, as I lifted my head from the pile of cushions on the couch to look up at him.

"You're an arse," I said, pushing myself up off the couch.

"And you're a sore loser!"

We had a mini staring competition before the two of erupted into laughter.

"You're not half bad, Pietro," I complimented as he helped me up.

"Thank you, princess," he said, the flirtatious smile on his lips again.

I shoved him in the shoulder playfully before looking to Wanda, who was chewing on her lip as she looked between Pietro and I with an unreadable expression.

"So, what prompted you to leave Y/N alone for an hour?" Pietro asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, making me shove him away. He grinned at me before looking to Wanda.

"Nate called," Wanda responded carefully, arms crossed as she continued to look between us. God, I hoped she didn't think Pietro and I liked each other. That would be embarrassing.

Pietro scoffed from beside me, making Wanda sigh with annoyance.

"Don't start, Piet," she said and gave him a look which he seemed to understand.

By the sounds of it, Pietro didn't seem to like Wanda's dick of a boyfriend either. That was strange since wasn't impressing the brother the first part of being in a relationship with someone? And they were on the same football team, so I figured he'd at least tolerate him.

"Are we alright to get back to studying?" Wanda asked, directing her stare to me. The annoyance she held for Pietro was still present in her eyes and I suddenly felt nervous when she looked my way.

"Yeah, of course," I said, before giving Pietro a half-smile. "Rematch at snooker next time. Sound good?"

"Try to keep the balls on the table and we'll see," he teased, before nodding to Wanda. "You should get back to your project before Wanda kills us both with her deadly glare."

I smiled awkwardly, looking back to Wanda as she was indeed glaring at her brother. Clearly there was some sibling rivalry going on here, and I definitely didn't want to get in the middle of it, so I headed to Wanda, signalling I was ready to leave.

The two of us headed back to the dining room in an uncomfortable silence. I felt like I'd done something wrong and she was giving me the silent treatment which was strange. Then I figured it was probably something with Nate that made her annoyed, so didn't question it too much.

We sat back down and I looked at what we'd done so far to try and pick up where we left off, but then she spoke out of the blue, taking me by surprise.

"Do you like my brother?"

It was so abrupt that I took a moment to acknowledge it, blinking. "What?"

"Pietro," she clarified, saying it with such dismissiveness like it wasn't a big deal. Her attention was on the books before us as she continued, "Do you like him?"

I tried not to laugh as I shook my head. "No, Wanda. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a great guy. But yeah, no, I don't like him like that."

She chewed her lip, nodding, but I swear I saw a hint of a smile on her lips. I hoped it wasn't the thought of Pietro and I that made her annoyed. I wasn't that bad, was I? I know she cared about her brother and was probably overprotective, but me being his girlfriend couldn't have been that bad, right?

We got back to work in no time, getting a lot done. I didn't realise how late it was getting until Wanda's mum poked her head in, asking if I wanted to stay for dinner.

"Dinner?" I asked, eyebrows raising with surprise. I checked my watch and realised how long I'd been here. "Damn, maybe I should head back."

"Nonsense, you must stay," her mum insisted. "Y/M/N won't mind. A daughter of hers is a daughter of mine."

"You can even sleepover if you want," Wanda offered, and I almost choked on my own spit. "It's getting pretty late."

I shook my head, forcing a small smile so they wouldn't get offended. "Honestly, it's fine. I can head back."

"Please?" Wanda asked with a hopeful expression. "It's the least I can do. I kinda wasted your time for an hour earlier..."

"I should ask my mum," I said, chewing on the inside of my mouth.

"Oh, I'll ring and let her know," Wanda's mum said breezily, before looking to Wanda. "D'you think you can clear your things up? Your brother is gonna set the table."

"Sure, mum." Wanda smiled her way as she left, before looking to me. "I've got clothes and a spare toothbrush you can use tonight."

I smiled awkwardly, nodding. Sleeping over at my crush's house wasn't how I thought I'd be spending my Wednesday evening, yet here we were.

#wanda maximoff au #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #elizabeth olsen #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #marvel #mcu

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vinnival · 3 years

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How about a reader called for a walk (main 3 + 2bdamned + Sheriff) but they thought it was a romantic date

Yo, I hope it doesn't bother you. I would like to see it specifically from you <з

himbos.

Overprepared

HANK

He probably thought it was a normal walk too but Deimos, as soon as Hank notified him of them leaving soon for the walk....

"Oooo are you going on a daaaate?"

huhu BITCH you just made Hank reconsider all of their life choices

He ended up being. a Little late

But you were literally stunned off of your feet to see that mf in... a TUX????

WHERE DID THEY GET A TUXEDO

Why was he wearing it!?!???

He looked fresher than usual, and carried himself a bit more fancier

what the fuck?

Your jaw was on the floor, but Hank only waved at you, nodding in your direction

You couldn't move until he tapped you in the shoulder in concern HDJWJD

"O-o-oh y- uh- uhm- w- you- o- wha-"

Your brain was mush, he looked too pretty,......

And for What Reason???? This was just a nice walk out 😩

SANFORD

Knowing him he'd probably think it was normal at first but then start Overthinking

"What if that was a way they were asking for a date...?"

Then hed get serious

(that insinuates he wasn't serious before but like. He's more serious now (?))

Brushes his teeth one too many times

"Deimos does this shirt make my tits look too small"

"What the fuck San?"

You definitely were caught off guard when you saw him wearing a SHIRT of all things

AND he had his bandana off + hair all neatly done

hfsjrhsjdjd whaaa??

You couldn't stop periodically glancing at him

Finally, you relented, "why are you wearing a shirt?"

He looked down at it, suddenly getting nervous, "Just... wanted to get a lil fancy with it, yknow?"

"Hmm."

"Look, its not every day you get to go on a nice leisurely walk with your c... friend, let me enjoy this!"

"Fair enough."

DEIMOS

Oh forget him Thinking it, he outright asked it of you when you called him with the offer

"Hey Dei, wanna go out on a walk with me?"

"Whoa. You mean like a date?!"

"Wel-"

"SEE YOU IN 10"

He hung up in excitement, already running a hand through his hair- not wrapped up yet

Once again, Deimos tries his best

But oh my goodness ,,, help him

Deimos had his hair combed back, mint in mouth, wearing a snazzy navy sports coat and white t-shirt, along with black jeans

Man....

You arrived in your usual armor/clothes

You didn't want to dampen his spirits by saying it wasn't a date ngl

He went all out ON the date too

Pick-up lines, compliments, his arm interconnected with yours, etc

please help him hes a simp

2BDAMNED

Ngl probably another Hank situation

He thought it was a normal call until *everyone started whispering "ooo 2B is going on a daaaaaaateeeeee"

*everyone being deimos of course

He then takes time to brush out his Mohawk a little more,- (also want to mention I love his Canon hair :^] reminds me of my oc. and they would definitely be friends)- makes sure his lens are wiped clean, practices his vocals, stuff like that

I would say you'd notice the difference but 2B has a lot more logic than Hank in romantic stuffs so he keeps the changes to a minimum, so it isn't truly noticeable unless you thought into it too hard

But you didn't, and you two enjoyed the walk

You DID notice how he complimented you once or twice, which caught you by surprise

SHERIFF

His idea of romance was mostly inspired by elvis presley songs, wild west movies, and whenever he's seen sanford and deimos acting like a couple

So this mf heard "walk", took it, and morphed it into "romantic walk out to horse, which turns into a romantic horse ride with Sheriff playing the guitar romantically and holding your hand occasionally with romantic intent"

And he sticks by that plan

When you arrive, he's got a rose petal path waiting for you

And this is the moment you knew you fucked up

But I mean hey he treats you like royalty the whole time

He definitely plays guitar very well, even when on a horse carrying two people

Definitely convinces you to dance with him as a final part of the "date"

Why the hell not

*cue cotton eyed joe dance*

you two then slow danced :]

this was cute to write fjahfnwsk thank you for the fuel rostyy

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #madness combat hank #madness combat sanford #madness combat deimos #madness combat 2bdammed #madness combat sheriff #hank j. wimbleton #i made sure to give hank a bit of extra fanciness #jo... i feed you

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supercorpkid · 3 years

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It’s crossover season - Part 1

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Iron Man x TeamMate!Reader, Captain America x TeamMate!Reader, Doctor Strange x TeamMate!Reader, Thor x TeamMate!Reader, Black Widow x TeamMate!Reader, Hulk x TeamMate!Reader.

Word count: 2570.

For the Marvel fans: this is supposed to be happening between Age of Ultron and Civil War.

You’re in the living room with your moms. It’s Friday night and it’s Kara’s turn to pick the movie. It comes as no surprise when the three of you settle on the couch to watch Wizard of Oz, black and white version.

“Hey, you don’t want to miss this part!” Kara says when you stand up, so you can go to the kitchen to pick up more soda for yourself.

“You are aware this movie is not exactly new, right?” You ask and hear Lena’s chuckle in response.

“Can you get more wine for mom, baby?” Lena asks and you agree with your head, making your way to the kitchen despite Kara’s protests.

You finally picked up the soda can, wine bottle and some chocolates for the road when you hear a loud noise in the living room. You use your super speed to get there, and see Kara being pulled by a portal. But not any portal. Not Barry’s portal, or Cisco’ dimensional portals. Something completely different you never saw before.

“Momma!” You drop everything you’re holding and run to the portal, pushing Kara out of the way. So the portal sucks you in, instead.

“Kid, no!” You hear Kara’s voice and you see her on the other side, but it’s too late. Wherever this portal is heading to, you’re going.

“You’ll find me!” You yell back. And both of your moms faces disappear. “Please, find me.” You whisper.

You fall on the floor with a loud thud. You look around to four guys and one woman staring at you from across the room. You sure never saw them before. There’s a table in the middle. One of them is standing in front of it, staring right at you. He has dark hair, a weird beard style, and you can see something blue glowing on his chest, even though he is wearing a shirt. That’s guy number 1.

Guy number 2 is next to him, in much fancier and weirder clothes. He is wearing a cape (capes are lame, did he not get the memo?), and he also has a weird beard (you’re starting to think it’s fashion).

Sitting behind them is a red haired woman, all dressed in black. She has her legs up the table, giving off an ‘I don’t care about anything’ kind of vibe.

Next to her, guy number 3, is wearing a blue shirt very tight around his muscles, he is definitely the strongest, but his baby blue eyes give you the idea that he is sweet.

And last, guy number 4, is in the back. Arms crossed over, in his lab clothes and glasses. He looks like the sweet science guy.

“A kid!” Guy nº 1 says pointing at you, like no one else can see you’re sitting there in front of them. “I said: find us back-up, and you bring me a child, Strange?”

“I don’t think the child is supposed to be here.” Guy nº 2, or rather cape-guy, answers back.

“No shit, Einstein! It’s a kid!” Guy nº1 snaps back.

“Language!” You and Guy nº 3, baby blue eyes guy, make chorus.

“Great! Just what we needed, a mini Steve Rogers!”

“I’m not a kid!” You finally find something worth saying and you see some eyes rolling at that information.

“Excuse me, miss. The adults are talking.”

“Rude.” You stand up, putting your hands on your waist. “You’re the one who brought me here, mister…?”

“You don’t know who I am?” Guy nº1 asks, so full of himself.

“Should I?” Your answer makes all of his friends smile and try to cover up. He exhales, exasperated.

“I’m Tony Stark, kid.” You blink at him, like he said literally nothing. “I am Iron Man.” He answers like that sentence is supposed to impact you somehow. You shrug and look behind him. To the man with a cape.

“Doctor Strange.” He says with a nod. “I’m the one who brought you here.”

“Banner. Um, Bruce. Bruce Banner.” Lab coat guy answers. He seems sweet looking lost between these people, so you smile at him.

“Steve Rogers.” Baby-blue-eyed guy waves. “Captain America.”

“Natasha Romanoff.” The only other woman in the room adds. “Black Widow.”

“And we are the Avengers.” Mister Stark says and you bite your lips at the information. Should you know who the hell the Avengers are? You never once heard of them, and they all look too normal -except for Cape-guy- and too powerless. Although they could probably be thinking the same thing about you now, so you shouldn’t judge. For all you know, sweet small lab-coat guy in the back can be the most powerful ‘the Avengers’ of all time, and break you in half in one snap.

“Well, ‘the Avengers’ it’s very nice meeting all of you. But, well, if you all don’t mind, I would like to go back to my house and to my moms, please and thank you.” You say and Stark just sighs pointing at Strange.

“Strange, get the kid back to her moms and find someone who can really help in this fight.” He is looking less annoyed, and more tired. “We could seriously use some back-up for this.”

You furrow your brows at the sound of that. You can’t believe you’re even thinking about this, but then the words come out of your mouth before you can think twice or hold it back.

“I can be back-up.”

That could make anyone roll in their seats laughing, but they’re trying to be respectful, so Natasha covers her mouth so you don’t see her smile. Steve looks down with the same smile playing on his lips. Banner almost smiles too. Strange seems to study you for a second. But Stark is laughing hard at you. Ok, again, rude.

“What’s so funny? You said you need back-up. Cape-guy over there brought me here for a reason. I’m offering.”

“No offense kid, but you’re like 12.” Stark says and you roll your eyes.

“Offense very much taken, I’m 16!”

“Yes, well, you’re still a child who wants to go back to her mommies.” He mocks you, making you squint your eyes at him.

“Mister Stark, sir. May I ask what your powers are?”

“Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.” He says with a smirk on his lips.

“Oh, that’s it?” It’s time for you to smirk back. “I get now why you need back-up.”

“WOW!” That’s what leaves the whole group’s mouths.

“She’s got you there, Tony.” Banner chimes in, and you smile at yourself proudly.

“Oh really? What are your powers, smart mouth?” He asks thinking he has won, and that only makes you sorry for him.

“Genius, billionaire, I can’t really say that I’m a playboy, but I am a philanthropist.” Your smile comes after your feet leave the floor. “Also, I can fly.”

“So can most of the team.”

“Oh, then I guess most of the team also have super strength, super speed, freeze breath, heat vision, x-ray vision, invulnerability and draw their energies from the sun.”

“Holy shit.” Natasha says and you smile when you look at everyone’s impressed face.

“I think the child is supposed to be here.” Strange says and you agree with your head.

“She’s still a kid.” It’s what Stark says. “Cap, care to jump in here?”

Baby-blue-eyed guy stands up, walking towards you with a soft smile on his face. You smile back, landing on the floor.

“Ever been in a battle, kid?” He asks.

“Sure!” It’s what your mouth says, but deep inside you’re thinking this is insane. They didn’t want you; they didn’t go for you. They wanted your momma, who has real battle experience. You fought empty spaceships and won. Yay you. You have literally no other experience besides this one.

“Can you give us a minute?” Cap asks and you agree with your head, watching them going back to the table and closing the door in front of you. You sit on the floor, waiting for their decision. You want them to want you. It’s a weird feeling, but you want to be needed and respected, especially for your powers, since you don’t have a lot of that going around back home. But at the same time, you feel very scared of walking into a battle (is what he called, right?) with people who could definitely be your parents.

“She’s a kid, you guys can’t be seriously considering this.”

“She has more powers than all of us together, Tony.”

“You didn’t care about that when you recruited Wanda.”

“Wanda walked in on this by herself. Strange, how did we end up with a kid?”

“My magic was to bring someone powerful enough to help. She’s here. Which means she is powerful enough, otherwise the portal wouldn’t have pulled her here. I wasn’t aiming for a kid, but if a kid is what we got, we have to make-do.”

“I agree. She can be helpful.”

“Cap?”

“I don’t know guys, she-she looks twelve.”

“Steve gets it!”

“But she isn’t. She is sixteen. And she wants to help.”

“She is invulnerable, you know.”

“Fine, let’s take a vote. Who thinks the smart mouth should stay?”

You lower your glasses to see their hands. Natasha, Cap, Bruce and Strange raise their hands. You smile proud of yourself. Yeah! But also, no! Did you seriously just walk in a battle -that has nothing to do with you- on purpose?

The door opens a while later and you stand up, looking at ‘the Avengers’ on the other side. You have the biggest smile on your face.

“Oh, did I forget to mention I have super hearing?” You raise one eyebrow, and Stark sighs.

“Of course you do.” He rolls his eyes. “Do you even have a superhero name?”

“I’m Superkid.”

“It has kid in the name, I can’t take her seriously.” He bites back and looks around. “Come on, Strange, let’s try to get Thor back.”

“Wait.” You run after the two of them. “Mister Cape-guy, can you, um, just tell my moms I’m safe?”

“Don’t worry.” He reassures you. “I left a card.”

They resume walking and you look back at the rest of the team, still staring at you. You take a deep breath, and walk back to where they are.

“So, where am I?” You ask, looking at Cap, who just looks dumbfounded by your question.

“You’re on Earth, Superkid.”

“Right.” You laugh. “I meant, which Earth?”

“You mean there is more than one Earth?” Natasha asks and you shake your head agreeing.

“There are infinite Earths in the Multiverse.” You say, pulling up a chair and sitting across from them. “Mine is Earth-38, and the Flash lives on Earth-1, and the Titans on Earth-9, my cousin just joined. Oh, and there’s obviously Earth-X governed by the Nazis-”

“Wait, let me stop you right there.” Cap says, looking shocked by your revelations. “There’s an Earth where the Nazis won?”

“Well, Mister Cap, that’s what the multiverse is all about, isn’t it?” You clasp your hands in front of your body. “When a diversion event occurs, then a new Earth is created. Maybe you have a different name for that here, like alternative or parallel universe.” You look at Banner. “Elseworlds?”

“Right. Pardon us.” Cap says with a smile. “Well, Banner, I believe that big- brain of yours, is filled with questions for our big-brained guest. Don’t let us keep you from it. Nat and I will go get Sam, Bucky and Wanda.”

You wait for the two other Avengers to leave, and you look back at Bruce, finally sitting on the table.

“That’s a lot of people. Mister Stark, Cape-guy, Cap, Natasha, Thor, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, you…” You startle yourself when you count all of them on your fingers. That’s a hell of a team, bigger than the Justice League for sure.

“And it’s not even half of it.” He adds to your confusion.

“That’s a lot of super-heroes for only one Earth.” You look at him with puzzling eyes. “What is your super power, Mister Banner?”

“I-well-” He shuffles around looking embarrassed to say it. “You’ll see in a bit, I suppose.”

“Ok.” You decide to let it go; you don’t want to make him uncomfortable. “What are we up against?”

Apparently, you’re up against alien invasion. You make sure you ask a couple times (or more), if the aliens are actually evil, without informing you’re an alien too. But yes, a bad horde of aliens coming to this Earth very, very soon.

Banner has about 20 questions about the Multiverse. You try your best to explain to him what you know about it, but it seems like this time you’re not even in the same Multiverse. Is there a multiverse of a multiverse?

Talking to Banner is great. He knows so much; you feel dumb around him. Is this how Jamie and Maya feel when you’re explaining something a little too far from their grasp? You don’t know how much time you two are bonding over science, when you hear a thunder sound and lightning falling close to where you are, and run to the window to check what’s going on. Soon, you see a guy, hammer in hand with lightning coming out of it. You look back at Banner, who smiles shyly.

“That would be Thor.”

“Can I?” You point at the window. You don’t know exactly why you’re asking for permission. You just don’t want to seem impolite.

“Of course.” He says and you open the window flying to where Thor is. Oh, he is strong. And he looks extremely powerful. You can’t control the excitement when he turns to you.

“New member?” He asks and you shrug as your answer. “I am Thor, son of Odin.”

“Superkid, daughter of Kara and Lena?”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Superkid-daughter-of-Kara-and-Lena.” Thor says with a puppy smile on his face. He puts his hammer on the ground and looks to the people coming from behind you to greet him. “Ready for battle?”

He reminds you so much of Kara. Puppy smile, blond hair, kind of dorky. You smile too, feeling your heart burst in excitement.

“I am now, Mister Thor.”

He pushes his cape out of his way, smile still on his lips, making his way inside the compound. You look at the way he walks, his muscles, long hair and red cape flying behind him. Wait, have you once said capes are lame? You take it back. Capes are the coolest! You look at his hammer on the ground with puzzling eyes.

“Mister Thor!” You call for him. He turns around to look at you, and the rest of the team also stops to watch you. You walk to the hammer, picking it up from the floor, and pointing at him. “You’ve left your hammer!”

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Post-credit scene:

“Oh, how polite, they left a card.” Lena picks it up from the floor. “They kidnapped our daughter and left a card.”

“What does it say?” Kara asks, standing up from the floor, where she has been crying for the past two minutes.

“177A, Bleecker St. New York.”

“They left a puzzle?” Kara takes the card away from Lena’s hand. “They took my daughter and left a puzzle? What kind of villain does that?”

“It’s an address, Kara.” Lena holds her shoulder. “Don’t worry, honey. We’ll find her.”

Notes:

So @oncemoonie prompted a marvel crossover and I am having so much fun with this, I hope you guys are too, cause more is coming!

#supergirl #kara danvers #supercorp #lena luthor #supercorpfamily #kara x lena #kara x reader #supercorp daughter #supercorp fanfic #lena x reader #thor odinson #bruce banner #tony stark #natasha romanoff #doctor strange #steve rogers

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Butterfly

order 015, anon: large banana milk tea with lychee jelly and pudding for Asahi

Warnings: some angst (injuries, crying mentions) and food mentions

Summary: a coffee shop! enemies to lovers! soulmate!au all in one where Asahi, an expert barista and newbie!y/n's supervisor is easily angered by small mistakes, but ends up falling for his new employee as they begin to hone their craft, and even more so when he discovers the butterfly birthmark at the nape of their neck which matches his own.

*disclaimer! i'm not a barista but am writing using the minimal experience i have acquired after working in a place that makes coffee but isn't as artsy as a coffee shop,, so please forgive any inaccuracies!

[a/n] Alex if u see this LOOK IT'S A COFFEE SHOP AU HHH

After being lucky enough to get hired on the spot at your city's most famous coffee shop, you walk in on your first day, excited to make coffee and serve customers. The day does not greet you well, though, as your already nervous state is worsened when your supervisor and coworker, a dashing young man with black hair parted around his face, gives you a hard time.

Asahi is extremely cold and quiet, only yelling when he speaks to tell the employees to do their job right. He yells at you twice: once for forgetting to clean the steamed milk frother, and another time for when you serve the customers coffee that isn't fresh.

It leaves you feeling jittery to a point where you continue to make mistakes.

"[y/n], finish that order and meet me in the back," Asahi tells you, his voice completely emotionless.

Once you join him in the back, you find him sweeping, his hair falling in his eyes and prickling his nose. As soon as he notices you're there, he puts the broom away, pushing the hair out of his eyes before he turns to face you.

"[y/n], I realize that it's your first day, but you're doing an absolutely terrible job," he says.

"Our work here is more fast paced than you think, and if you can't handle it and keep getting nervous and slipping up, then I don't think we can keep you here."

Your bottom lip begins to tremble hearing the harsh criticism on what is only your first day, but luckily, a coworker who overheard everything steps in.

"Hey, Asahi! Big boss man, calm down. It's only their first day... stop being so hard on them," your coworker says, placing an arm around you.

When you look to see who it was, you discover that it's Junkyu, your bright and happy coworker who always does his job with a smile. Even just seeing him makes you smile, and he smiles back at you, patting your head.

"[y/n] is doing just great, so you can shut up!" Junkyu huffs, dragging you out and back onto the floor.

You may wonder why Junkyu was being so rude to his boss, but Asahi and Junkyu are actually close friends, so it's okay for them to get mad at each other like this.

"Don't listen to Asahi. He's like an old man sometimes," Junkyu says.

"And it's okay to get nervous! I was spilling so many things everywhere on my first day. Just take your time..." Junkyu explains, showing you how to do all the things that you messed up on before.

Asahi watches from the other side of the shop, feeling angry at the sight of Junkyu being so close to you, for some reason. He also thinks... he sees something on the back of your neck that matches his own birthmark, but he shrugs it off, telling himself he's just seeing things.

With the worst luck, you continue making mistakes every time Asahi shows up, and he scolds you for it in front of your coworkers and the customers each time. Sometimes, you have to rush to the break room to catch your breath and even cry it out, stare yourself down in the mirror and tell yourself that you're doing a great job.

"You're doing great, [y/n]! Don't worry about Asahi... you're doing great," you say.

Asahi, who is in the back of the shop in search of coffee grinds, overhears your pep talk and smiles to himself, immediately frowning as soon as you step out of the break room and face him, though.

"What are you doing? Get back out there!" he says.

You leave quickly and don't notice Asahi smiling at the way you waddle towards the front.

Despite being nervous at the beginning, your barista skills improve rapidly. You're able to master latte art after only a week and a half, creating pretty designs that are different for each customer. Your designs gain popularity and the shop grows busier with people waiting for you to hand them a pretty latte that you've designed.

Asahi still doesn't seem to want to give you praise of any sort, though, as he constantly points out your mistakes.

"It looks good, but does it taste good? You clearly went too heavy on the milk."

Even his your coworkers grow tired of Asahi, and everyone starts calling him angry bird Asahi behind his back with the way his eyebrows are pointed in a frown each time he comes to scold you.

For you, though, it doesn't matter anymore. You've found something you love and are improving in it rapidly, so Asahi's bitter attitude can't harm you anymore.

One short-staffed day, you're alone, closing the shop alongside Asahi. The two of you clean up in silence, save for Asahi's hushed hums as he sweeps.

Not noticing a paper bag on the ground, you trip on it and fall on your knees and hands.

Your yelp leaves Asahi rushing over, even though you thought he would just ignore your pain.

"[y/n], what happened?! Are you okay?" he asks, leaning down.

He pauses midway, staring at the back of your exposed neck. His fingers reach out in disbelief to touch what he sees, but he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable and stops himself.

A butterfly birthmark, just like the one on the back of his own neck. A shared butterfly birthmark in the same location: a sign of soulmates.

"I'm okay, I'm okay. I just tripped.

"Y-you're not bleeding or anything, right?" Asahi asks, suddenly breathless.

"Nope, all good!" you say, standing up and feeling confused at Asahi's flustered state.

"Are you okay? Why do you seem so panicked?" you ask.

"I'm... I was just worried that's all," he quickly says, returning to where he was sweeping.

He really found his soulmate despite not believing in the butterfly soulmate thing anyway....

Asahi is really weird around you for the next week, not scolding you anymore but just being super quiet and seemingly cautious around you. Everyone is confused as to what happened to angry bird Asahi, and feeling a little worried yourself, you approach him in his office on your break one day.

"Is everything okay, Asahi?"

"Hm? Yeah... why wouldn't it be?"

"I don't know... you just seem more quiet than usual."

Asahi stares at the ground, wondering if he should tell you about your shared birthmarks.

Ah heck, let's just go for it, he thinks to himself.

He swivels around in his hair, turning his back to you and holding up his hair at the back of his head.

"Does this look familiar to you?" he asks, pointing to the birthmark at the nape of his neck.

You gasp, feeling the back of your own neck.

The birthmark looks exactly the same...

"Wha-?"

"I don't know what to do. Because frankly, I don't believe in any of this soulmate crap, but we're really soulmates..." Asahi says.

Your eyes, on the other hand, are sparkling. You've believed in soulmates since the beginning and always wondered who would have the same birthmark as you. It's weird to think that angry bird Asahi is your soulmate, but you don't want to lose this chance.

"What else do we do but go on a date!" you say, hugging his arm out of excitement.

Asahi glares at you and you pull away, clearing your throat.

"Friday after work! Wait for me and we'll go somewhere," you say, excitedly leaving Asahi's office.

He places a hand on his heart, feeling it beat a little faster than usual.

Friday, you notice Asahi's hair is looking a little different - all straightened, neat and tidy. Asahi also doesn't fail to notice that you're looking a little fancier than your usual self. Even Junkyu bothers you about it, asking why you look really prim and proper today.

When Asahi's shift ends, he has an hour to kill until yours does, so he spends that time in his office at the back, watching you make pretty drinks with you latte art through the security cameras. He has a full view of your butterfly birthmark and suddenly wonders what it would be like if he was able to kiss it.

Finally as soon as your shift ends, you rush out, forgetting to say goodbye to everyone unlike you usually do, but also forgetting to punch out. Asahi reminds you to do that as soon as you step into his office. The way he smiles when you swing open the door, his teeth peeking out while his eyes hide away, makes you feel like he's happy to see you... though he's just giggling at your mistake.

Once you're punched out and ready to leave, you step out of there and take the bus to an art gallery that you've always wanted to explore. You notice Asahi staring down into your lap as you ride the bus, shyly looking at your hands, fidgeting his own and then looking away. You become the brave one for the both of you and take his hand in yours, smiling at the window when he looks at you.

You take your time looking at the artwork, both of you quietly walking while holding hands. You only talk to ask each other if you're ready to move on to the next piece.

After some time, though, Asahi speaks up and asks you if he can take a photo of you standing in front of a butterfly painting.

"Just keep looking at it and I'll take a photo from the back."

Once he stands behind you, you feel awkward and stiff in front of the camera, and it probably shows, as Asahi asks you to relax.

"Just be like you usually would!"

You try your best and Asahi eventually takes the photo.

"Can I see?" you ask him.

"Later," he says, smiling down at his phone.

On the floor below the gallery, there's a place to grab food and the two of you do just that, gushing about how cool the art in the gallery was and what your favourite pieces were. Asahi tries to imitate this robot statue you saw made of metal, and it makes you laugh so hard that you almost get kicked out.

"Asahi, I never thought you would be this fun," you say.

"Well, at work I do have to be somewhat professional," he says, smiling at you.

"At work you're just a jerk," you mumble, thinking Asahi can't hear you, even though he does.

He decides to stop being so hard on you at work, and actually follows through. Work becomes more enjoyable without angry bird Asahi and with all of the dates you go one with Asahi after work. Eventually, the two of you start to officially date, and Junkyu is shocked to his core.

"H-how did this happen...? And why did no one tell me!" he screeches when he finds out.

Asahi presses his lips to the back of your neck in the dark of the room, his lips curving into a smile when he hears your giggle.

"What are you doing, Sahi?"

"Something I've always wanted to do," he says, burying his face into your chest.

It's his turn to giggle as you run your fingers through his hair, tracing his butterfly birthmark with your finger.

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