#yes i straightened my hair again. yes it looks awful.

[tuiccim]

Pickup Game

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3509

Warnings: Flirt, Fluff, Smut, Oral (f rec)

Summary: An after party game of pickup lines leads to a confession and an even more fun night in bed.

A/N: Special thanks to my hype princess & beta reader @whisperlullaby.

The after party of just Avengers and close friends was in full swing. Drinks and laughter flowed as you enjoyed each other's company.

“Okay, okay. Your best pick up line! Let’s have ‘em!” Clint yells over the most recent spate of laughter. “Tony, whatcha got?”

Tony smirks before opening his arms wide and declaring, “I am Iron Man.” He grins as everyone heckles him, “What can I say? Works every time!”

“Really?” Pepper raises an eyebrow.

“Used to! Used to work,” Tony backpedals. “Rhodey, save me here, buddy!”

“Okay, okay,” Rhodey laughs as he glances at Natasha who is standing by him and tugs at his sleeve, “Feel my shirt. Know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.”

"Nice," Natasha scoffs.

"Let's hear yours then!" Rhodey huffs.

"Ever had a White Russian?" Natasha asks, holding up her glass.

"No," Rhodey looks at her suspiciously.

"Want to?" She says seductively. 

Rhodey chuckles, "Smooth. Okay, Clint, what've you got?"

Clint bats his eyes at Sam, standing next to him and says, "Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes, big boy?"

Sam laughs while rolling his eyes, "So, what you guys are telling me is that you have no game?"

"Give us your best then, Rocket Man!"

"You know, dating is a numbers game. So, can I have yours?" Sam grins.

"Boooring!" Tony heckles. "Steve, what's your favorite?"

"I've never been good with pickup lines. That was more Bucky's territory," Steve tilts his head towards the dark-haired super soldier. 

"Thanks," Bucky says sarcastically,  "I'm a little out of practice with pickup lines."

"Aw, come on, Buck, give it a shot," you pipe in and then try to hide your embarrassment at having drawn attention to yourself. Even though you hoped he'd test out the line on you. Your attraction to the man was undeniable and you'd harbored a crush since you'd met him. You leaned back against the wall with your hands behind your back and raised your eyebrow in challenge to him. 

Bucky's face betrayed a moment of discomfiture before he straightened his shoulders and stepped over to you. He placed a hand on the wall above you, leaning in with a small smirk, "If I told you you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?"

You could hear some chuckling and comments in the background but it faded as you stared up at Bucky. God, he was fine as hell and you were doing your best to control your erratic heartbeat.

"Sorry, doll, that wasn't very good, huh?"

You don't know where the gall came from but, before you realized what you were doing the words slipped out of your mouth. "Don't worry, Buck, I'm not big on being picked up. I prefer to be pinned down." Your eyebrow raised as you said the words and you smirked, bringing your glass to your lips for a sip. 

Bucky's jaw drops as the room erupts in laughter and cheers. Tony crows, "She wins!" 

Clint laughs heartily as he agrees, "Hands down!"

After a few moments, you reach up and close Bucky's mouth, “And to answer your questions, yes, I would,” you whisper with a wink as you walk away. 

A little while later, the party was winding down and you decided it was time to slip out. Your nerves were getting the better of you. Thoughts ran amuck as to what Bucky thought of you and whether the attraction you felt was reciprocated. He’d been in a conversation with some of the guys since the game ended and you hoped to catch a glimpse, some sign of mutual interest but now you were walking away with your tail between your legs. God, what must he think of you and that brazen comment. 

Hitting the button for the elevator, you berate yourself for thinking you ever stood a chance. Your head snapped up when a deep voice whispered, “You know, you have a beautiful body.”

Grinning, you turn and press yourself against Bucky, “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” Bucky smirks at you. Without warning, he stoops and picks you up as if you weigh nothing. 

“Bucky!” You squeal as the elevator doors open. 

He carries you in, hitting the button for his floor with his elbow, “Don’t worry, doll. I know you aren’t big on being picked up but I’ll have you pinned down soon enough.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, “It was just a line, Buck.”

His confidence falters for a second, “Oh, uh-”

“Don’t worry, baby. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it,” you smirk.

“Oh, you’re naughty,” Bucky laughs.

“I prefer ‘playful’.”

“I like playful,” Bucky adjusts you in his arms so that your back is pressed to the elevator wall and your faces are at the same level. 

You use the opportunity to wrap your legs around him and look at him expectantly. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks. 

You’re surprised by the request after the way he’d handled you. It warmed your heart that he would seek your consent and you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, “Please.”

The kiss is intense. He presses into you as his lips move over yours. His tongue slips out seeking entry and you oblige him immediately. You separate only when the elevator dings your arrival. He lowers your legs gently and takes your hand. Leading you down the hallway, Bucky says awkwardly, “I, uh, was kind of surprised when you, um, said that tonight.” 

“What? The pickup line?” You tilt your head as you look at him. 

“No, the… thing you whispered afterwards.”

“Really, why?” You thought your feelings for him were fairly obvious. 

“I mean, I’m a mess and you’re so put together. I just,” he shrugs, “kinda thought you were out of my league, ya know.”

“No,” you laugh, “no, I don’t know. I have never thought of myself as put together.  Thanks for that but I’m kind of a mess, too. I think we all are in our own ways.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” Bucky smiles as he opens his door and guides you in. 

You suddenly feel awkward as you walk inside the room. The passion displayed in the elevator had mellowed as you walked and talked together into a camaraderie. You were unsure how to get back to it. 

“Would you like a drink?” Bucky asks as he comes up behind you, his lips brushing your neck and his hands caress your hips. You jump a little at the unexpected contact. 

“I think I had enough earlier,” you breathe, heat pooling between your legs. 

“I haven’t had enough, I haven’t had nearly enough. I need another taste,” Bucky says as he turns you around to capture your mouth. You oblige him willingly, snaking your arms around his neck as you arch into him. 

Abandoning any reserve you would normally have, you reach for the buttons on his shirt. He reaches for the zipper of your dress but his hands still. You pull back to look at him curiously. 

“You’re sure?” He asks. 

You smile and pull the tails of his shirt from his pants while saying, “Barnes, if you don’t get me naked and pin me down, I will never forgive you.”

He pulls you against him forcefully, grinning as he pulls down your zipper, “We can’t have that.”

Clothes are discarded quickly as he backs you to the bed. Bucky slides his hands into your panties to grab your ass and you gasp when he picks you up. Laying you on the bed he pulls your panties off. You expect him to follow you down but instead his eyes take a slow path up your body. Propping yourself on your elbows, you resist the urge to cover yourself but tremble as he studies you. He smiles, grabs a discarded t-shirt, and rips the bottom half from it. Your eyebrow raises at the display. 

“And what do you plan to do with that, Sgt. Barnes?”

His smirk as he advances has butterflies dancing in your stomach. He grabs your arms, twists the shirt around your wrists, and hauls them above your head as he pins you to the bed. 

“Happy now?” Bucky rumbles as he kisses your neck. 

“Almost. I’d like these off,” you use your legs to pull at the underwear he still has on, “and an orgasm or two would be nice.” 

Holy shit, you don’t know where this confidence had come from. Maybe because Bucky wanted you. Maybe because of whatever drink that was that Natasha had handed you. Whatever it was, you were enjoying the results. 

“Only one or two?” Bucky teases as he nibbles along your clavicle. “I bet I can do better.”

“Is that so?” You gasp as his tongue plays over your nipple. 

“Mm-hm,” he murmurs before plucking at your other nipple with his lips. He lets go of your hands that are still bound above your head as he slides his tongue down your stomach. Your breathing picks up when he reaches your navel and proceeds to kiss his way down to your mound. Your eyes screw shut to take in every sensation. When he spreads your legs further apart, you feel the contrast of warm skin and cool metal on your thighs. Anticipation builds, making you lick your lips and you can’t help the whimper that slips out when you feel a gentle finger trace your slit. 

“Fuck,” Bucky whispers reverently before his tongue follows the same path as his fingers. His metal arm curls around your leg and he rests his hand on your abdomen, effectively holding you in place as he explores your folds. It was almost unbearable, the way his tongue slid around to touch everywhere but where you needed him most. 

“Bucky, please,” you whimper desperately. 

His chuckle rumbles against your core. His fingers replace his tongue, taking the same lazy path. “Poor baby, am I not giving you what you want?” His finger tip barely grazes your clit and you whine. “Are you feeling needy?” His finger circles your entrance and his tongue gives the softest lick to your clit. Your hips flex, desperate for more friction, making Bucky press his metal hand more firmly against you. “I like seeing you like this.” Another small lick to your clit. “Wet, under me, and so desperate.”

“Bucky, pleeeaase,” you can’t keep the whine out of your voice. You don’t think you’ve ever been quite so turned on and the teasing was making you a writhing mess. 

“Say please again and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please!” the word rushes out of you. His fingers and tongue driving you mad. 

His tongue moves slowly, lapping back and forth over your clit while his finger still teases. It’s maddeningly delicious but not enough at the same time. He holds your hips hostage, not allowing you to move. You mewl with each motion of his tongue over you, your body on fire and screaming for just a little more until your mouth opens to plead, “More! Oh, god, I need more!”

Bucky lifts his head, a devilish smirk across his mouth, “Oh, precious, you didn’t say please. We’ll have to start all over again now.” His finger goes back to tracing the slow path over your cunt. 

“What?” You gape at him as he plays with you. 

“You didn’t say please, doll,” Bucky repeats, allowing his lips to brush over your thigh, far too far from where you wanted his lips. 

You felt like crying. You felt like screaming. You felt like ripping off your bindings, flipping him over, and riding his face until you came all over it. Unfortunately, you knew you’d never overpower him and, if you were really honest with yourself, this little game he was playing was hot as fuck. You’d never been treated like this and he had made you a gushing mess. 

“I’m sorry, Bucky. Please, please, I need more,” you whimper at him with doe eyes, hoping for a reprieve. 

“You need more, precious?” Bucky’s finger grazes lightly over your clit. 

“Oh, please!” Your hips try to buck against his hold but he merely chuckles as he holds you in place easily. His finger circles your clit slowly as his tongue takes a meandering path up your thigh.

“Please, baby, please!” You whine as he makes his way back to your apex and are rewarded when his tongue takes the place of his finger. His motions are still slow and deliberate while his finger brushes over your entrance again causing you to clench around nothing. Desperate for more, you start to say the one word you know will earn you some relief, “Plea- OOH!!!-” In the middle of your plea, his finger had entered you and he sucked on your clit suddenly. “Yes, fuck, please, please, please…,” the word became your only mantra as he fucked you with fingers and tongue. Your legs began to shake and then he curled his fingers into that perfect spot, making bright white flash before your eyes and a scream rend from your throat. You came hard, your muscles clenching. Your legs try to close but Bucky’s broad shoulders between them keep you open to him. He laps at you through the aftershocks.  

“Fuck, I could stay here for days,” Bucky groaned. His fingers curled slowly as his tongue made gentle licks.

You gasped and moaned, words and thoughts hard to come by in the haze. “Bucky,” you finally manage to whisper his name as if it was the sweetest endearment. 

“I know. I know, doll. Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” his mouth nuzzled you as he said the words. Flicks of his tongue came closer together, “I need another one from you, precious. Gotta hear you make those sweet sounds again.” 

“Bucky, oh, fuck. Please, it’s so good,” you gasp the words out, nearly overstimulated and yet still desperate for his touch. 

“You know how hard I am hearing you say that?” Bucky groans against your clit, vibrations coursing through you. His tongue begins moving faster, making swift circles. 

“I… I- fuck. Please,” you stutter, unable to form sentences anymore. Bucky’s fingers curl more firmly into that spongy spot inside and your back tries to arch despite his arm holding you firmly in place. He was moving his tongue as if his sole purpose in life was to make you fly into a million pieces. You were a whimpering mess, unable to form words and so close to the edge again. When he growled against you again, your eyes flew open and you looked down your body at him. His cobalt eyes met yours and the intensity in his gaze was a hit straight to your core. Your muscles began to spasm as you watched him, so focused on your pleasure and aroused by your responses. Your scream is stifled by the overwhelming intensity of the orgasm that rips through you. Your hands flex around the bonds that hold them in place. 

As Bucky kisses his way back up your body, you manage to come back to yourself… mostly. You wanted to touch him, to hold him against you, to run your hands over his body. You attempt to untwist your hands from the scrap of t-shirt but the deceptively loose looking knot doesn’t budge. 

“Bucky, baby, please can you untie me?” You whisper. 

Bucky had paused at your breasts to show them some attention. They were deserving of the most reverent of worship in his mind. His tongue traced your nipple before he spoke, “Why? I’ve got you tied up, pinned down, and perfectly on display for me.”

“I want to touch you, please,” you gasp as he takes your nipple into his mouth to gently suckle. 

“Hmm,” he muses as he makes his way to your other breast, giving it the same loving attention. “If you’ll answer a question for me.”

“Anything,” you sigh, enjoying each motion of his mouth over you. You feel the rumble of his chuckle at your quick response.

“How long?” He asks. 

You slide your leg to brush against his cock, still covered by his boxer briefs before saying cheekily, “I didn’t bring a measuring tape with me but I’d say more than adequate.”

Bucky lets out a small moan at the contact and then chuckles, “Not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean, baby?”

“How long did I waste not having you in my bed?” Bucky asks as he brings his face level to yours. 

“You mean, how long have I wanted you or are you asking how long I’ve liked you?”

“Both,” Bucky narrows his eyes but gives you a small smile. 

“If I’m really honest, I’ve always wanted you. You’re kinda hot, ya know?” You smile and bite your lip. 

“And the other?” Bucky asks, flexing his hips into you so that his hard cock nestles between your legs. 

You gasp and arch into him, “About five minutes after meeting you.”

“Seriously, when?” Bucky scoffs gently. 

“You were so sweet and a little self-conscious and I just adored you,” you nudged his nose with yours, encouraging his lips to find yours. He kissed you, long and lovingly, while he released your hands. You both seemed to settle into each other as your hands explored, finally free. The heat began to return, hips flexing into each other, craving the friction, but before things got too carried away, you cradled Bucky’s face in your hands and forced him to look at you. “How long?” You repeat his question. 

“Always,” he whispers passionately before taking your mouth again. 

It was all you needed. You reached for the band of his underwear, wanting nothing left to separate you. You managed to get the offending garment off of him and circle his cock with your hand. He takes a sharp intake of breath and then groans. Definitely more than adequate, you think to yourself. 

“Doll,” Bucky presses his forehead to yours, “I need to be inside you.”

“Oh, precious, you didn’t say please,” you tease him, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick. Your core aches to be filled but you can’t resist the chance to tease him just a bit as he’d done to you earlier. 

Bucky chuckles, “Knew I should have kept you tied up.”

You rub the head of his cock over your clit and whimper loudly in his ear, “I still haven’t heard it.” You pump him in your hand but still won’t let him slip into you despite his attempts to maneuver his hips. 

“Fuuuuck, please!” Buchy growls, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. 

You waste no time lining him up with your entrance. He presses in a few agonizingly slow inches before grabbing your hands and hauling them above your head. He stares into you as he growls out, “I should pin you down,” he sinks in a little more, “and tease you mercilessly.” His hips slide slowly forward until he’s fully seated inside of you. “But I don’t think either of us would survive it right now.” He slides out a couple of inches before snapping his hips forward, taking your breath away. He sets a slow but driving pace, staring into your eyes as he fucks you. His hands slide down to hold your face and he kisses you fiercely, his thrusts coming a little faster as he does. You wrap your arms around his chest, pulling him to you, sliding one down to grab onto his ass. You encourage every movement, the drag of his cock tipping you closer to the precipice. 

He buries his face in your neck, whispering praises and encouragement, “Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight, doll.”

“Bucky, fuck, I’m gonna-,” your breath catches as you fall over the edge. Your body sings as you come, trembling and moaning with each wave. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, doll. So fucking pretty,” Bucky grits out as you clench around him. It only takes a few more sloppy thrusts for him to lose himself inside you. His hips flex with each aftershock that hits him. 

Rolling to his side, Bucky pulls you against him. You nuzzle his chest as you both catch your breath. Despite the lethargy settling over both of you, Bucky's hands wander continuously over your skin and you bask in the attention. 

“You'll stay, won't you?” Bucky whispers.

“I don't know,” you say sleepily, “Do you hog the covers?”

Bucky chuckles, “I'm pretty good at sharing.”

“Mmm, then I'll stay,” you yawn and a little giggle escapes you.

“What?” Bucky smiles at your mirth-filled eyes. 

“That's the first time a cheesy pick up line ever worked on me,” you giggle again.

“I'll have to come up with some others. See if I get lucky again,” Bucky laughs as he kisses the top of your head.

“I'd say your chances are pretty good,” you smirk at him, “But maybe next time, I should be the one to pin you down.”

“Only if you say please, doll.”

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[soapyblubbles]

*.•° 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 °•.*

pairings: poly!marauders x nymph!reader

summary: james introduces you to his two friends

warnings: implied “sharing.” do with that what you will.

a/n: who was gonna tell me that i actually have to check my inbox to know if i have asks 🙊 anyways this is set before pieces of me !! this is dedicated to the anon who asked me about nymph!reader back in august 😭

You tug roughly on James’ arm, mindlessly cooing as you pull him deeper into the cave.

He doesn’t understand anything that you’re saying, but still he nods along enthusiastically, intently focused on each syllable that leaves your mouth. You had been surprised when he showed up earlier than usual, especially when you realized he had brought others along with him.

The two trail behind uncertainly, their rising alarm resting sour on your tongue.

The long-haired one made you especially wary.

He doesn’t show any outward signs of being nervous but you sense emotions better than most. His wild energy puts you on edge. His aura is bitter, like the unripe fruit that dangles from the trees that tower over you when you journey into the forest. There’s also a hint of sweetness reminiscent of the nectar that the bees sometimes bring you.

If the long-haired one is the fruit then the tall one is the branches, balancing out his companions' wild nature with his never ending patience. That’s not to say he doesn’t have any chaos of his own. You can feel it writhing underneath his skin, especially when he shifts around every now and again, rubbing the back of his neck in discomfort. Though you think that it might be because of how he’s forced to hunch over every now and again, the tips of his hair brushing against the jagged ceiling whenever the floor of the cave gets too uneven.

The taste of honey dew makes your mouth water, along with a richness similar to the dark colored treats James brings you every once in a while.

“Are we almost there?” James’ hushes them and a frown forms on both their faces. You peer at them with interest.

“James.” The tall one scolds, his throat raspy with sleep. “Don’t ignore us.”

He rolls his eyes, “Yes, yes, we’re almost there. Merlin, all you have to do is wait a few more bloody minutes.”

“Well excuse me if I decide to ask a couple questions when you drag me in the middle of the forbidden forest at this hour.” The tall one hisses back, looking far more lively than he had moments before.

You tug on James’ sleeve, straightening up as his attention instantly falls back to you. “Yes, love?”

You gesture to the cave, turning back to stick your tongue out at the two behind you. Although they're infinitely confused, there’s no doubting the fact that you’ve piqued their interest.

“Bloody brat.” The two mutter in unison.

James ignores them, trying his best to listen to your incomprehensible, but excited mutterings.

“Found the poor thing bathing in a creek when I was roaming around as Prongs.” James sighs, clutching his wand tightly as he walks the familiar path.

They stop just as you reach the entrance to what looks like a house, gazing around in awe as the glass bottles and mason jars start to come to life, fireflies moving around in them restlessly. The unnatural glow coming from the small pond by the back alcove couldn’t be from anything but magic. You lead them further into the room, pointing to the small collection of rocks and other random items, sorted in a chaotic manner.

“Wow.” The shorter one whispers breathlessly.

You push James on your makeshift bed, made up of moss and hay. You sidle up to his side with a contented hum. “Brought her some stuff when I could. But for now I figured I’d share her with m’best mates.”

They both pause at that.

“What?”

“Trust me, the poor thing can barely even understand us.” He assures his tall friend.

Seeing how unconvinced they still were, he sighs and turns to you. You perk up at his attention, letting the small stones you were messing with fall to the floor as you give him a bright smile.

“You’re just a dumb little nymph aren’t you?” He coos down at you. You nod along eagerly, eyes shining with adoration as he mocks you.

“Such a dumb girl, who’s my dumb girl, huh?” His voice was not unlike the voice one would use when speaking to a puppy and you just smiled along, practically bouncing in place at his upbeat tone. You latch onto his arm, fiddling with the fabric on his jacket.

James sighs at your actions, pulling you closer into him, your teeth making a soft ‘click’ every time you bite down on the material.

Sirius gives Remus a heavy look, the long haired boy looking doubtful when Remus walks over, hunching over you. His slender finger trails up and down your calf. “Such a pretty girl.”

You must’ve understood what he said because no sooner did those words leave his mouth, did your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him forward harshly.

With a speed that surprised even him, his arms shot out to either side of your head, letting out a loud groan as a few small rocks dug into his palms, just barely managing to stop himself from crushing you.

You let out a series of loud clicking and chirping noises, unaware of how improper your actions were. He lets out a huff, rising to his knees as you continue to babble nonsensically. “You don’t do that. You understand? Tha’s not nice and someone could’a gotten hurt.” His tone is firm and you squirm in place, peering up at him with wide eyes.

James had never spoken that way to you before.

Bashfully, you turn away from him, hiding your face in the crook of James’ neck. “Hey mate, don’t be rude to my best girl. Just cause I’m sharing ‘er doesn’t mean you need to be a prick to the poor thing.” He grumbles, petting your head softly.

Remus just sighs, shaking his head at you two before calling out, “Are y’just gonna stand there all evenin’?”

Sirius, who was still wandering around the cave, shook his head, as if coming out of a daze. “Sorry mate, s’just cool in here.” He moves to sit down, but freezes when your head snaps to him. You bare your teeth, hissing with furrowed brows as you eye the way he’s just a little too close to James.

James lets out a booming laugh as Sirius’ features morph into a scowl.

Remus slaps James’ arm. “Be nice.”

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[the-modern-typewriter]

A villain who doesn't want to harm the hero, is trying to take them down as gently as possible and thinks the hero is the one being crazy about this, while the hero is desperately fighting to protect the world.

Bonus points if the villain is the hero's big sibling or similar figure.

"Father wanted to put you in an institution," their sibling said. "There was no way I was going to allow that." They carded their fingers through the hero's hair, soothing, like they were still five years old and waking up from a bad dream. "Those places are awful. They'd hurt you."

"I can't move."

"It's okay. You're okay."

"The - the tea. You." The realisation of it choked off in the hero's throat. Sharp. Catching. Betrayal.

"I told father I'd handle it," their sibling said, almost absently.

"Handle me."

"Yes." Their sibling ducked to gather up the jagged shards of the fallen mug, depositing them on the coffee table. They met the hero's eyes. "Handle you."

The hero glared. They willed their noodled limbs to move, but all they got for their efforts was nearly crumpling to the floor again. Their sibling caught them, steadied them, pushed them back into the chair. The hero's heart thudded wildly beneath their palms.

"He wasn't having it though," their sibling continued. "He told me that you needed to be corrected, by any means necessary. He told me that it was just the place for a crazy person like you. That you'd bring shame on the family." They grimaced. "You know father."

The hero did, unfortunately, know their father.

They also knew their sibling though. They knew they were drugged up in their own living room, not being wrestled into a straight-jacket somewhere for some non-consensual therapy sessions.

"What did you do to him?" it came out raspy.

Their sibling smiled, small and grim. "He should have known better. Just like you should have known better, but you always were a little idiot, so no shockers there."

"...what are you going to do to me?" That was, perhaps, the better question. Their mind still felt sharp, after all, even if nothing in their body wanted to cooperate with them.

"Do you think I'd hurt you?"

"You hurt father."

"Father was a jackass. You're just stupid."

"I'm trying to make the world better!"

"Yeah," their sibling said. "Stupid."

"It's not stupid!"

"I'm not going to debate this with you."

"Just drug my tea!?"

"Eh, that was for your own good. For all his many sins, father wasn't totally wrong. You do need help. A friendly intervention."

"They'll come for me. My friends will come for me."

Their sibling shrugged. "I have no such reservations hurting them."

The hero swallowed. Their mouth still felt dry, sticky and cloyingly sweet. They searched their sibling's face for any sign of a lie. They found none.

"You know what father and his friends are doing is wrong," the hero said after a beat; maybe just frantic to see some glimmer of recognition of that fact.

Their sibling shrugged again, easy. "Sure."

"You could help us fight them. You could come with me. You could...keep me safe. That's what you want, right? To keep me safe."

"Your friends aren't going to kill you. You're perfectly safe like this."

"But what father's friends are doing - don't you - you have to care."

Their sibling raised an eyebrow.

The hero wanted to snarl. As ever, it seemed, their sibling did not have to care about anyone or anything. Who cared about the world if going along with monstrosity was easier?!

"Don't you care that I care?"

"You care about everything," their sibling rolled their eyes. "You held a funeral for the fish."

"He was my pet!"

"He was a fish."

"This is nothing like the fish!"

Their sibling straightened up with a sigh, looking down on them, hands on hips. "I've made my decision."

"Fuck you."

"I don't expect you to be happy about it, but you're gonna deal with it. You're underage. That makes you my responsibility. I'll let you go when this all blows over."

"You mean when father's friends finish wrecking the world?"

"Don't be so overdramatic."

"You drugged me and I'm overdramatic?"

"Overdramatic looks better on me. I have the cheekbones for it."

"This isn't funny!"

"No." Their sibling's voice shifted, abruptly. "It isn't. Do you want me to get serious?"

The hero...paused. The air suddenly felt oppressive.

"I am being very gentle," their sibling said. "And you are infinitely squishy and breakable. Father's institution would have crushed you into teeny tiny pieces, so shattered that you didn't even care anymore. You would kill your friends if they asked, by the time they were done."

The hero swallowed, stricken, horrified.

"Tell me again how unfunny this is," their sibling said. "Like you think I'm stupid."

The hero shook their head.

As swiftly as the storm had come, their sibling offered them a sunny smile. The tension vanished as they booped the hero's nose.

"We're going to get through so many film nights. It's going to be great. Now." They reached for the coffee table. "Have some more tea."

#villains and heroes #heroes and villains #sibling #writing #my writing #writing snippet #villains #heroes #writeblr

[angelltheninth]

The Stuff of Wet Nightmares

Pairing: Male!Sleep Paralysis Demon x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dub-con, fear play, dirty talk, cunnilingus, whimpering, dream sex, biting, clit stimulation

Word count: 1.6k

Ao3

A/N: Recently heard of a book that had a sleep paralysis demon in it. Apparently it's pretty hot but I haven't read it yet. Hopefully I will once I get through Learn My Lesson. Anyway this is, a very late, next part of my Monster Week.

The first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was that, yes you were still in your room. It was still nighttime judging from the sliver of moonlight coming from your window. But something wasn't right. Try as you might you couldn't move a muscle.

You opened your mouth to try to curse but no sound would come out. You were completely paralyzed. In your mind you trashed and kicked, but it wasn't translating to your body at all.

"You really should stop trying that. It makes the experience worse for us both." The scratchy, deep voice sounded from somewhere in the room. Your eyes frantically searched for its source. "Up here sweet dreamer."

You manage to shift your gaze upwards to the corner of the bedroom door. There you see a pair of piercing ice blue eyes, in even darker colors of blue, staring at you. You can't make out anything else as the eyes move down the wall in unnatural way, almost gliding.

"Forgive the intrusion on my part." The entity smiles as it straightens up, towering over you even at the distance. You're able to see sharp rows of pointy teeth, it too a glowing blue color, both its eyes and its mouth seem to give out a faint blue shimmer. "Your dreams smelled so sweet, I just couldn't stay away." It crept closer, the form shrinking and shifting, almost shadow like from what you could see, "Oh, are you scared? Hm, how about I take a form more familiar to you?"

It smirked, eyes narrowing then widening as it took a male bodied shape and tone of voice. The blue eyes and teeth stayed but there was also a shadowy strand of hair falling over its left eye, almost entirely obscuring it. And while the body was muscular you could still make out little wisps of light dancing across it like firelights.

"Better now dreamer?" He tilted his head and walked close, aware of the nakedness of himself and your eyes taking him in. "What troubles you tonight. Let me take a look."

His hand, smooth, warm and almost tickling you, pressed against your cheek.

"Oh dear. That's an awful lot of stress for just one person. No wonder you've been having trouble sleeping lately. Perhaps I can do something about it. You humans are a complicated yet simple bunch, I've learned many things about your kind over the years. Such as..." In a moment he was above you, on top of you, grabbing your chin and making eye contact with you. His knee pressed between your legs, lightly massaging the aching spot, "how to best make you come."

Once again you tried to speak but to no avail. The pressure felt good, but you didn't know this... demon, you had no idea of his true goals. It scared and aroused you at the same time. His hands, a little big on your hips still, took hold and moved you against his leg.

"How long has it been since someone touched you like this?" He questioned against your skin, his long, forked tongue licking down your neck. It too was a shade of blue, a little lighter than the interior of his mouth. "Haven't you been a good girl? Haven't you earned your release?"

Heat pooled between your legs fast, building up until it crashed over you like an avalanche as you came with a soundless cry. For a moment you thought you'd closed your eyes again, when actually that was just your mind trying to come back to you.

He smiled above you, his hands smoothing under your shirt and hiking it up. He licked downward, between and around your breasts, biting the right underboob, making you shiver at the sharpness of his teeth and the knowledge that he could rip you apart if he wanted to. But he didn't, that wasn't his goal. His goal was between your legs. Your panties were slid off and left barely hanging at the foot of the bed.

"You smell even sweeter when aroused." The long tongue flicked between your lower lips, smooth and hot, sending a jolt of arousal through your still body. "Taste even better." He dove in with his mouth and tongue, licking between, around and inside you. This time you found that you could whimper, but only barely, resulting in him smiling against you, "Does it feel good? Tell me, I'll allow it."

A high and choked "Yes." left your lips before you went right back to making those lewd sounds that he seemed to thrive on.

"I'm glad." He made eye contact with you as he licked a long path from your pussyhole to your clit, tapping against it with his forked tongue. "You taste better than dreams. You might be my new sustenance. A win-win."

He lifted from between your legs, your juices dripping down his chin. His hand went between his legs and fisted around his cock. You don't know how you were able to miss it until now, it wasn't small by any means.

"I can shift it. For any shape that suits your needs. So how do you want me? Do you want me?" His eyes found yours, searching for an answer as he slid his hand up and down the hard appendage. You moaned as you saw it shift in the perfect shape and girth for your pussy. "This one?" He circled the tip on your clit, his hips barely moving.

"Yes. I want." Were all the words you were able to speak out, that he needed to hear before you felt the head of his dick on your entrance. He gave it a few experimental thrusts, pushing forward more with every roll of his hips.

"Oh yes." He moaned, deep and breathless as he bottomed out, "Much better than a dream. You take me perfectly my sweet. Your body is responding so well to me. This cock is just what you needed isn't it? Fucking you deep, filling up your empty hole like no other."

You wanted to nod, to moan, to ask him for his name, to shake your hips into his. But all you could do was lie still as he moved back and forth above you, his hips pressing against yours, his face close to yours, your breath mixing together before he kissed you.

The kiss further muffled your moans as his pace increased, his hands grabbing hold of your hips, his nails leaving pink scratch marks on your skin as he started to hammer his hard cock into your pussy. Not even you realized how much you needed this. You needed him to fuck, and mark you, and drive you to the brink and pull you back. "Harder." You were able to say against him before he dove back into another, deeper kiss, his teeth nibbling and pulling at your lip before licking over it, constantly reminding you of what he is.

"Whatever you ask." He obliged with much glee, driving with cock deep it had to be kissing your cervix. "A little more and I bet I could open you up. But even in a dream I think that'd hurt a little too much." There was a darkness in his concerning tone telling you that despite knowing that he wanted to do it. "Let me hear you my sweet dreamer. I want to hear you come undone around my cock."

"Oh fuck!" The left your mouth before you could register it, your moans no longer held back some invisible force although your body was still paralyzed, rocking only because of his thrusts. "Yeah, fuck, make me come!"

"As many times you want." He drove his cock back and forth into your twitching, sensitive cunt, each thrust accompanied by wet slapping sounds of skin against skin. "Do you want my cum too? You've been so well behaved, I think you deserve it."

You could barely even choke out your confirmation before you were flooded by huge loads of cum. He kept fucking you through his orgasm, intent on getting you there too. His cum only made his cock more slippery, the length twitching and pulsing as it dragged against your quivering walls and pushed you over the edge. His arms went around your shoulders, his teeth latching onto you neck.

For a moment your pulse quickened, wondering if he would kill you now that he got what he wanted. It wasn't until you heard and felt a deep rumble from his chest that you realized he was completely calm. It irked you a little, you were all out of breath and shaking and here he was, still completely fine.

"A mark for you. So others know you're mine." He whispered against your skin, "Until next time my sweet dreamer." His voice echoed in your ears as you felt yourself fade into unconsciousness.

It was an emptiness and ache between your legs that you woke up with. Your whole body ached in fact. "Fuck. Was that... a dream?" Considering there was no one in your room but you and no cum between your legs, something that a part of you looked forward to seeing, it had to have been a dream. You rushed into the bathroom, you had to be sure.

There it was, a bite mark on your neck. Not a dream, not reality, but something in between.

A shiver went down your spine and straight between your legs as you remembered his words: "Until next time."

"Until tonight." You smiled into the mirror. It was brief but for a moment you swore you heard his voice, his chuckle, right behind you.

#monster x reader #monster romance #monster boyfriend #monsterfucking #monster lover #sleep paralysis demon x reader #monster imagine #monster x human #monster x girl #monster smut #sleep paralysis demon smut #monster fic #terato

[lex-lee-666]

Can you do sub xiao x dom reader, with master kink and usage of sex toys?

Sorry if this sounds weird, this is my first request.

A/n: don’t worry this didn’t sound weird at all, i’m more than happy to write this. i hope you like it <33.

♥︎・sub!xiao x dom!reader.

♥︎・warnings: master kink, usage of sex toys, begging, dacryphilia, hair pulling, marking (hickeys, biting, etc...), encouragement, bondage, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, praise, pet names (pet, darling, my love, etc…).

“Master..” Xiao hesitantly whispered, a deep blush on his face, barely able to meet your eyes.

“That’s right, pet, doesn’t that feel good to say?” you asked, gently grabbing his chin to make him look at you, tilting your head to the side as you stare into his eyes.

The poor Yaksha could only shyly nod in agreement, squeezing his thighs together in a futile attempt to hide his obvious arousal.

“Don’t hide yourself from me..” you whispered into his ear, making him turn away from your breath tickling skin, an action to which you responded by pulling him back towards you with the string of his shirt, undoing it in the process.

His clothes fell in cascades to his sides, and he looked up at you with wide eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that”

“Is that a way to address your master?”

That question was enough for him to straighten up his spine, a startled expression morphing his beautiful features.

“Not at all, I’m sorry master”

“I’m afraid the damage is already done”

A long silence followed, and you smirked as an idea formed in your head.

“If you really are sorry, then you could do something to show for it”

You almost laughed when you saw how he perked up at the idea, not knowing what he was getting himself into.

And that eager expression was what led him to be tied to his bed, clasps on his nipples, a gag in his mouth and a vibrator hugging his cock.

His hips bucked for the nth time, desperately trying to get more friction, more pressure, but you would pull the vibrator away everytime he moved.

Muffled words escaped his lips, and you decided to have mercy and take his gag off, when really you just wanted to hear his voice.

“Please master, I can’t take it anymore”

“Aw, don’t you want to be good to me, darling?”

His eagerness to please was honestly laughable because that statement alone made him shut up and roll his eyes back as tear threatened to fall down his cheeks.

“Look at me” you ordered, pulling his hair and forcing him to stare into your eyes, but his attention drifted to your hand holding the vibrator to his dick.

His muscles tensed up, and you could feel he was about to cum, so once again you removed his source of pleasure, making him whine in frustration.

“Master..”

“Not yet, my love” you whispered, relishing in his heavy breaths, your mouth ghosting his neck before latching onto his sensitive skin and leaving yet another mark on his neck.

You could go on forever.

Tears spilled like waterfalls and Xiao’s hands etched itched for your skin, your body.

He wanted to touch you, to worship you, but the restraints made it impossible to do so.

“Do you want to cum, my dear?”

“Yes master! Please”

“Beg for it then”

Silence filled the air, and if it wasn’t for the deep blush that tainted his face and his impossibly hard dick, you would think he hated the idea.

“Please master, let me cum..”

“I’m sure you can do much better than that”

“Master, I’m so desperate for you, please please let me cum, I’m begging you, please, it hurts..”

“That’s a good pet”

You grabbed a flesh light from the nightstand and pressed it against his tip, watching his eyes widen.

“No, I want you..”

“Not yet, my love”

The moan he made as the toy swallowed his dick was music to your ears, a sound you wish you could’ve recorded so you’d listen to it whenever you want.

Eyes rolling to the back of his head, body shook with each thrust, hips involuntarily moving to meet you, back arched.

That was the image that graced your eyes and mind, one you etched into your brain.

“You look so beautiful” you whispered, biting his collarbone.

“Thank you, master” he replied, drool dripping down his chin.

Soon enough not a single thought ran through his head, reduced to a babbling mess, his voice broken from all of the moaning and screaming he made.

Suddenly, his whole body tensed, his orgasm crashing down like a million bricks, making his shudder as he poured his load into the silicone hole that hugged his cock.

But that didn’t make you stop.

Instead, you increased your speed while tugging at his nipple clasps, making his eyes impossibly wide while his limbs tugged at his restraints, sounds of denial trying to leave his mouth but being blocked by sounds of pleasure.

You kept going until not a single muscle in his body moved, until he was completely spent and passed out on the bed.

“You’ve been such a good boy to you master” you said, stroking his hair and kissing his forehead.

Xiao could only mumble something incoherent in return, huddling closer to you when you undid his restraints.

“You’re so pretty I could keep you all to myself, and Liyue can look for another protector”

[ i have requests that are literally a year old someone please give me some tips on how to be more motivated to write TvT ]

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #dom reader #sub xiao #xiao smut #genshin imagines #genshin drabbles #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #xiao genshin impact #xiao genshin x reader #xiao x reader #requests are open #genshin xiao

[eco-lite]

I’m once again returning to do god’s work by bringing you delightful moments from Spock’s World by Diane Duane.

[Text ID: “Spock was bent over [the Science Station], making some adjustment. ‘Readout now,’ he said, straightening and looking over his shoulder at the large, shaggy-fringed rock that was sitting in the center seat. Some of those glittering fringes stroked the open circuitry of the communicator controls in the seat’s arm. ‘Point nine nine three,’ said a scratchy voice from the voder box mounted on the rock’s back. ‘A nice triple sine.’ ‘Nice?’ said Spock. Jim raised an eyebrow: you could have used Spock’s tone of voice to dry out a martini.” End ID]

There’s a Horta crewman on the Enterprise now and they’re great!

[Text ID: “Still working on her doctoral thesis, Jim thought. Uhura was busy working on improving universal translator theory, mostly by taking the old theory to pieces and putting it back together in shapes that were causing a terrible furor in academic circles on various planets. Jim vividly remembered one night quite a long time ago when he had asked Uhura exactly how she was going about this. She had told him, for almost an hour without stopping, and in delighted and exuberant detail, until his head was spinning with phoneme approximations and six-sigma evaluations and the syntactic fade and genderbend and recontextualization and linguistic structural design and the physics of the human dextrocerebral bridge. The session had left Jim shaking his head, thoroughly disabused of the idea (and ashamed of how long he had held it) that Uhura was simply a sort of highly trained switchboard operator.” End ID]

Uhura continues to be a total badass and is amazing at what she does.

[Text ID: Chatroom title in all caps: “COMMON ROOM OPINION, INFORMED AND NON- RANTING AND RAVING PERMITTED NAMES NOT NECESSARY” Regular text: “It was one of the places he came to find out what his crew was thinking. Messages did not have to be attributed to a name or terminal, but they could not be private. The office of the common room system operator rotated through the crew, offered to various members on the strength of their psych profiles in areas like calm reaction to stress and anger. The common room syops tended to be closemouthed and dependable, the kind of person that others refer to as ‘a rock.’ (Once it had actually been Naraht, to the amusement of just about everyone.) Here tempers could flare, awful jokes be told safely, suspicions be aired, rumors be shot down. The common room was sometimes a peaceful place, sometimes a powderkeg. Jim never ignored it.” End ID]

The Enterprise has a dumpster fire chat room that has just as much shitposting and vitriol as twitter.

[Text ID: “Jim bowed over her free hand. ‘It’s been too long,’ he said. ‘It’s good to be back,’ Amanda said. ‘And in the middle of a party as well.’ She looked a little wry. ‘A little entertainment will be pleasant before the deluge.’ Sarek’s eyes flicked to Kirk, a considering look. ‘My wife speaks figuratively,’ he said, ‘in the tradition of her people. Deluges are not common on Vulcan.’ ‘My husband speaks circumspectly,’ Amanda said, just as dryly, ‘in the tradition of his.’” End ID]

Amanda and Sarek are as charming as ever.

[Text ID: “Jim was mildly surprised to see that to his other rank tags and decorations, McCoy had added a small, understated IDIC. ‘If I didn’t know you better,’ he said, ‘I’d think you were going native. When did you get that?’ ‘Today in the gift shop, when you were looking at the snowball paperweights with Mount Seleya in them. Tackiest things I ever saw.’ ‘Yes,’ Spock said; ‘they were imported from Earth.’ ‘You be quiet. We can’t let these people leave the Federation, Jim. At least not until they teach us how to make tasteful souvenirs.’” End ID]

Just this.

[Text ID: “There was Sreil, the burly, brown-haired biologist from the Academy, and T’Madh, a little bright-eyed woman of great age and curiosity, a computer programmer; and her son Savesh, who when asked what he did, said, ‘I am a farmer,’ with a sort of secret satisfaction that hinted he thought his job better than any of the more technical ones that the people around him held. Jim had to smile; the thought of a Vulcan farmer was slightly funny, even though there naturally had to be some. But the image of a Vulcan in coveralls, chewing on a stalk of hay, kept coming up and having to be repressed.” End ID]

I love Savesh the Vulcan farmer!

[Text ID: “’Jim,’ he said, ‘the best translation of nehau would be an old word: “vibes.” The feeling-in-your-bones that something gives you. It’s highly subjective.’ ‘Right. Go on, Savesh.’ ‘Well, Captain, I have heard numerous Vulcans say that losing the Federation and the Earth people would be no particular loss, because they had bad nehau, and that could not fail to affect us sooner or later.. But I must tell you that I find your nehau not objectionable at all; pleasant, even.’ End ID]

Vulcan wanting to leave the Federation because the ~vibes~ are off.

[Text ID: “His grasp of dialect and idiom as amazing for anybody, off-planet or on. He once reduced the President of the United States—then a ceremonial post, but one much loved by the people who lived within the old borders—to tears of laughter at a state dinner, by delivering a learned dissertation on computer data storage technology in a flawless Texan accent. The lady was later heard to propose an amendment to the Constitution to allow off-worlders to hold high public office, so that she could have him for her running mate in the next election.” End ID]

I would give anything to hear Sarek do a perfect Texas accent.

[Text ID: “—but when Amanda became annoyed over what she perceived as his smugness about being right, her eyes would flash and she would become splendidly insulting, usually in bizarre Anglish idiom that Sarek found as refreshing as it was annoying. She caused him to laugh out loud for the first time in many years when she told him, after a disagreement over the translation of the word for war, that he should only grow headfirst in the ground like a turnip. Later that month, when he was right about something again and made the mistake of not immediately down-playing it, she issued him with a formal malediction, wishing that the curse of Mary Malone and her nine blind orphan children might pursue him so far over the hills and the seas that God Almighty couldn’t find him with a radio telescope. Sarek laughed so hard at that that he entirely lost his breath, and Amanda panicked and started to give him cardiopulmonary resuscitation, which was useless, because his heart was somewhere other than the spot on which she was pounding. It took him nearly an hour to recover: he kept laughing. He had never been cursed like that before, not even by union leaders, and it was very refreshing.” End ID]

This dynamic is perfect, no notes.

[Text ID: “The next night they sat in the Rec Deck again, in the middle of a large impromptu party that was going on around them by way of celebration. The sense of relief in the ship was palpable. A group of about a hundred crewfolk, mostly human, had surrounded Spock earlier in the evening and sung ‘For He’s A Jolly Good Fellow,’ accompanied by twenty crewmen on kazoos. Sarek had been given champagne.” End ID]

I really hope the TOS Enterprise has crew performances like on Next Gen. This kazoo band needs to be heard! Also, I can perfectly picture Spock’s annoyed-but-tolerant expression as he resigns himself to the kazoo serenade.

Thank you @dianeduane for making me laugh!

#star trek #star trek tos #spock’s world #diane duane #star trek books #star trek novels #spock #jim kirk #leonard mccoy #sarek #amanda grayson

[melancholyhigh]

Request (only if you want to ofc): Can you write Leon Kennedy pulling you over but like instead of fining you he's like "I have another way of solving this debt of yours" *wink* *wink*

i love this request sm

ft. cop!leon x fem!reader

synopsis. officer kennedy is a very considerate man.

content. smut. 1.6k words. power imbalance, unprotected p in v, fingering, spanking, exhibitionism, use of the term 'sir'.

note. thank you for the request anon, i hope you enjoy! exams are almost over so i'll get to more of your requests soon <33

masterlist. inbox. comments & reblogs are highly appreciated !!

You watch the blue and red flash of the cop car through the side mirror of your vehicle. The God-awful siren screeching is enough to sour your already shitty mood.

Pulling over to the side of the road, you contemplate how to get your ass out of this problem. You couldn’t afford a ticket right now. Your student debt is enough of a financial crisis.

There’s a knock on the glass, and you roll your window down. You hoped the officer would understand your situation and give you a break.

“Do you have any idea how fast you were going, ma’am?” A smooth yet authoritative voice questioned. 

You always hated that question. How were you even supposed to answer it? 

You finally glance up at the officer with an unamused look, noticing his pretty blue eyes trail along your body. He’s probably trying to figure out if you’re under the influence.

He notices your lack of response before continuing, “You were going a 100 in a 75. I’m going to have to–”

“C’mon, officer.” You cut off his statement with desperation, gripping the steering wheel in frustration. “There has to be another way. I- I can’t afford to pay off anything right now. I’ll do anything, I swear.”

It was your fault you got into this predicament, but you weren’t ready to accept that yet. 

He's observing you again, weighing his options. He clicks his tongue but agrees. 

“Anything? I think I have another way you can make up for it,” he says, a sly smirk on his lips.

“Really!? Thank you so much, sir!” You say excitedly, a smile blooming on your face. “What do you have in mind?”

“Would you mind exiting your car?”

You feel nervous but comply, stepping out of your car. 

You stand tall, straightening your back as you look at the brooding officer. His eyes are on you again, but there’s something else in his gaze while he watches you from top to bottom. He takes in your outfit, the tight mini skirt and top that leaves little to the imagination. 

You’re staring right back at him. You couldn’t deny that he looks attractive. The blue cotton shirt hugs his fit figure, and the blonde wisps of hair frame his gorgeous face. You always did like a man in uniform. 

“So how will I avoid the dent in my bank account? Officer…” You trail on. 

“Officer Leon Kennedy.” He says, stepping closer to you. “I’m gonna make sure you won’t be reckless on the road again.”

Your eyes widen slightly at the sudden proximity, but you don’t mind. You also don’t miss the look the officer gives you like you’re his favourite meal, ready to be ravaged. 

“How are you gonna do that, Officer Kennedy?” You ask, looking up at him innocently, playing into it.

“I’m going to punish you. Is that okay with you, ma’am?”

Your face feels warm at his words, but you nod. The warmth moves through your body and to your core.

“You have to tell me, miss.” He softly grips your jaw, making you look up at him. His thumb pulls at your bottom lip. You can’t believe you’re about to fuck a police officer in public to avoid being fined.

“It's okay.” You manage to get out. He squeezes your cheeks, your lips jutting out. 

“Sir or Officer Kennedy. You get that baby?” He states, letting go of your face when you mumbled a quiet yes, sir. You’re looking up at him again, awaiting what he will do next. 

“Bend over, ma’am. Over the hood of your car.” He instructs you, his voice laced with authority, and your pussy pulses with need. 

You’re quick to listen to his every word. On your elbows and palms, flat against the hood of your car, supporting your body weight. One of his hands rests on your hips while the other is trailing down to the hem of your skirt. He bunches the fabric up, and you gasp softly at the cold air nipping at your skin. 

You hear a faint fuck not before both of his are on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh. His hand moves to your panties, and you’ve probably soaked through them. He presses his thick fingers on the dampened spot.

“I think you’re enjoying this punishment too much, baby.” He mutters, gliding his fingers along your panties, barely enough stimulation on your clit.

“Fuck, please,” you whine softly. Hands come into contact with the flesh of your ass with a loud sound, and a whimper softly escapes the back of your throat. The pain which resonates with the slap turns into pleasure, and you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together. 

“Please, sir.” He mocks you as he soothes the tender area. You want to roll your eyes, but instead, you relent, repeating his words with need. 

“I don’t know. Will you behave for me, miss?”

“Yes, sir.” You whine. “I– I’ll be good for you.”

You hear him chuckle behind you, but he pulls your panties to the side, marvelling at your dripping cunt. His digits glide along your drooling pussy, coating it in your slick. He pulls his fingers back, and you hear him sucking on them with a loud groan.

“You taste so good, ma’am.”

You don’t have time to appreciate his kind words before his fingers work on your throbbing clit. You gasp at the sudden attention, and Officer Kennedy takes an opportunity to push his finger inside you. 

Loud whines leave you as you fall apart on the Officer’s finger. He adds another digit, pumping them into your pussy. His movements are deliberate, curling into your cunt as he tries to edge you, keeping you from coming.

“Good girls get to come,” he had said.

You’re so close to coming for what feel’s like the 10th time — he pulls away from you. You huff in annoyance. 

There’s another slap on your raw ass, and you can’t help but moan. Each noise you make goes straight to Leon’s cock. 

“Please, sir, fuck me.” You’re almost sobbing from being robbed of another orgasm. Your thigh’s trembling, and your lips quiver as you plead to the Officer. 

“Only because you’ve been so good for me, baby.” 

You hear the soft clicking of his belt as he unbuckles it and pushes his boxer down to expose his aching cock. You so badly want to turn your head back to look at it.

One of his hands is on the curve of your back, pushing you forward on the hood of your car as the other guides his dick along your slit, bumping your clit. The tip of his cock enters your cunt, and you whine aloud. 

He’s slowly moving into your tight, huffing as he does so. He isn’t even entirely in, but he’s already stretching you wide. 

He’s wholly inside of you, your ass flushed to his pelvis. His cock is so fat you wish you could’ve seen it before it's inside of you. You’re grateful he’s prepped you with his fingers despite the teasing. 

He leans forward, your back pressed against his chest, and his breath fans your ear. You clench around him, and he groans. 

He starts moving in and out of your sloppy pussy, and your arousal coats his cock with each movement. You push for hips back, eager to finally come.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when the tip of his cock kisses the spot that makes you see stars. Your moans grow in volume and amount.

“Sh– Shit. You want everyone to know how much of a slut you are, huh? How much you love to be fucked dumb by an officer?” He huffs into your ear, punctuating each word with the thrust of his hips. 

You’re full-on sobbing due to the assaulting pace of his cock on your g-spot. He squeezes your hips roughly, letting out soft moans into your ear as the velvety walls of your cunt squeeze him tight. 

You’re so close. The knot formed in your tummy is so tight, ready to snap.

“Can I come, sir?” You plead, teary-eyed. Your nails attempting to dig into the hood of your car. You hope it doesn't dent as he fucks you.

“Come, baby. Let everyone know who’s fucking you so good.” He groans. You know there isn’t anyone here for miles, but the thought still has you clenching around his cock.

Leon moves one of his hands to your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive bud. Your cunt gushes as you come undone, pulsing around his fat cock, which still persistently ruts into you.

“Where d’you want my cum, ma’am?” He pants. It now hits that he still doesn’t know your name. That doesn’t change the fact you want him to come in you. 

“Come inside me, sir.”

You hear him gasp before he comes, spilling his hot seeds inside your tight cunt. 

He pulls out of you, placing back your panties on and pulling your skirt down before fixing himself back into his pants. 

With shaking legs, you turn around to face Officer Kennedy, his cum spilling from your panties and down your thighs. You look up at him through eyelashes, clumped together from tears. He holds you by your waist as you try to balance yourself. 

His face is flushed pink, and the blonde wisps of hair stick to his sweat-slicked forehead. He clears his throat, continuing,

“I think you might have to pay an extra fine.”

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[millzieraa]

🕸️ A GENTLE VOICE 🕸️

Summary: fem reader with a smooth voice. You’re used to making people stutter nervously. The band just met you, your interviewing them and their all flustered and stuttering as you tease them but it’s all fun an games ;3

A/n: I’m sorry this took me so long to write! I’ve had like no motivation so I’m so so sorry!! So in the request it says like Connie from big mouth (aka mommy) so I kinda made y/n talk like Connie so I hope you guys enjoy! (๑>؂•̀๑)

Requested by my love, @bunnysenpai31

𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪

You were getting ready in your dressing room, as you run your hands down to straighten your dress. You were sent to interview tokio hotel today and you were pretty excited. You walked down the hall and stopped at the closed door where tokio hotel was inside waiting for you.

You took a deep breath as you cracked open the door and walk in, sitting down in your spot next to one of the crew members. “Hello boys, how are y’all today.” You say with your intoxicatingly sweet voice. Their eyes were already wide from seeing you but once they heard you’re voice they blushed.

“O-oh! Er yes, we’re.. we’re doing great!” Bill says taking charge in the group. Tom narrows his eyes at you as he looks you up and down. Georg can’t take his eyes off you as he scans your face, heat rising in his cheeks. Gustav smiles as he plays with his fingers. Heart beating faster every time you spoke.

“Good..” you say dragging out the “o”. “Okay so let’s start.. are you boys starting on any new albums?” You continue with a soft smirk looking at all of their reactions. “Yes! Yes we are, tho we don’t want to spoil the name of it yet!” Bill says looking at you with red cheeks.

“Hmmm.. that’s okay love” you say looking back at the sheet of paper in front of you that’s holding the questions to ask. Bill smiles wide as he hides his face in his slender hands. “Well, any new women in y’all’s life?” You continue, looking at them through your lashes.

Tom speaks now, “i might if you don’t have any…”Tom pauses as you stare at him, making his heart flutter. “ m-men in your life..” He says winking at you and leaning forward. You giggle softly making the boys hearts speed up. “C’mon now baby, don’t get all shy on me now.” You say with a laugh.

They all smile at the nickname and laugh with you. “Now, gustav.. this next question is for you.” You say turning your attention to gustav who widens his eyes in shock and nervousness. “O-okay, what is it.?” Gustav says playing with his fingers again.

“Who is your inspiration, that got you into drums?” You ask leaning forward and giving him all your attention. “I-inspiration? A-ah yes! Uh it was my father.. h-he helped me practice.” He answered, looking at you with a nervous smile. “Ah your dad huh. That’s so sweet” you respond, flipping your hair to the back of your shoulders.

“T-thank you! Your sweet.I I MEAN! Your hobby is sweet too- heh.” Gustav says closing his eyes in embarrassment as he laughs with the rest of the band. “Ah your to cute gustav.” You say as you flutter your eyes at him sweetly. They all look at you as if they hypnotized by you.

You ask them around 15 more questions, their faces all a bright red when you spoke in your smooth and intoxicating tone. None of them ever took their eyes off you as you asked them questions. Around 20 minutes later after asking most of your questions you smirk and look twards Georg. “Okay last question.”

“Georg…how would you describe your fans?” You speak, your smooth voice and beautiful face making Georg feel a wave of confidence. “Well I would say, sweet, kind, amazing, and just wonderful.. are you a fan?” He asks with a sly smirk. “Well of course love.” You answer, your siren eyes lifting upward as you smile. “Then they’re also beautiful.”

“Awe Georg you flatter me sweets.” You playfully blow him a kiss as you slowly stand up. “Well that’s it for the interview.. I hope you all enjoyed.” You smile walking out as you turn and wave quickly. “Holy shit.” Bill says leaving his head back. “Tell me about it.” Georg says closing his eyes and smirking.

𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪𓆩⚝𓆪 𓆩⚝𓆪

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #gustav schafer x reader #gustav schäfer #georg listing x reader #georg listing #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader

[hp-hcs]

Am I requesting again because I love your fics? Yes yes I am AND IM NOT SORRY. Theo x ftm Reader (but like reader is Pansy’s brother ^3^) I feel like this HAS POTENTIAL but if you want to completely make ur own storyline be my guest because I trust you more than I trust my brain ٩( ᐛ )و

oHOHOHOH YIPPEE DW BABE I GOTCHU

also i’m on a yandere fix rn (if you couldn’t tell by the literally everything i’ve written these last few weeks) so uh, sorry if that was not what you were envisioning 🥲

requests. please. i beg of you. 🙏

Pansy’s Brother (Chapter One) — yandere! theodore nott x ftm! parkinson! reader

WARNINGS: aggression, stalking, possessive behavior, overprotective behavior, enzo berkshire bashing (done by theo)

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You bite your nails nervously, rocking back and forth on your feet. Your sister must notice, because she gently pulls your hand away from your mouth, smoothing down your hair, and kissing the top of your head.

“They’ll love you, Y/N. Don’t worry.”

“Enz’ll be there?” You ask softly.

A faint blush settles along her cheeks. “Y-yes. Lorenzo will be there,” she says in an oddly formal tone, clearing her throat in a very inconspicuous manner. “Ahem. But that’s not important. Um. Anyways. Stop laughing. Put your tie on, we’re going to be late.”

You snicker once more. “Sure, not important.”

She swats your arm lightly. “Dickhead. Hurry up.”

“Oi, Panz, chill out. I dunno how to tie a bow tie.”

She watches you fumble for a minute before rolling her eyes and smacking your hands away. “Stop, this is painful to watch.”

You pout as she takes over, deftly tying the perfect knot. “How do you know how to tie a bowtie?”

“Because I dated Draco for three months. Stop moving.”

You fake gag. “Ew. How was that as an experience?”

“Awful. It was like dating my honorary older brother,” she dramatically shudders, looping her arm through yours as you two begin your long walk to the Great Hall where the Yule Ball is being held.

“Hey, I thought I was the only brother you were allowed to have!” You gasp, mock-offended. “Besides, it couldn’t have been that bad. He’s… uh, conventionally attractive, I guess..?”

“No way, it was terrible. It’d be like if you started dating Enzo.”

“Ew!”

“Exactly.”

~~~

Honestly, Theodore Nott had no idea what to expect when Pansy said that her little brother would be coming to the Ball and that she’d like to introduce him to everyone.

But he certainly wasn’t expecting the most gorgeous guy he’d ever seen, holy Circe?

The Parkinson siblings stepped through the doors of the Great Hall, Pansy dressed to kill in a green satin dress with a risqué slit that went a little too high, in Theo’s opinion. The boys next to him were all but drooling.

“Who’s going to tell Crabbe and Goyle that Panz doesn’t even know they exist?” Mattheo leans in to whisper with a sly grin.

“Not it,” Theo snickered, observing Pansy with respectful, but distant, interest.

She really was stunning—but it was in the same way that sunsets and fireworks are stunning. Beautiful, but purely in an aesthetic way.

Following a half step behind her, a rather timid figure followed. Pansy navigated her way through the crowd, presumably her brother trailing along behind her.

She stopped in front of the boys, waving with a friendly grin. “Hey, guys! This is Y/N. Y/N, these losers are Theodore and Mattheo, and obviously you already know Enzo,” Pansy introduced, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Her brother, Y/N, straightened when his sister said his name, an odd gleam in his eye and look of relief on his face that Theodore couldn’t quite figure out. He held out his hand with a rather charming grin, the meek boy from before now exuding confidence as he shook each of their hands.

Theodore shook his hand when Y/N reached him, surprised by how dainty Y/N’s hand felt in his. Y/N made up for it, however, with a firm grip and a charismatic smile that made Theo’s stomach flip.

The Parkinson boy wore a well-tailored three piece suit that accentuated his build. It was the same shade of green as his sister’s dress, but the vest was a nice tawny tartan tweed, with shiny brown shoes to match. His expensive cufflinks sparkled under the candlelight, and his dark gray bow tie brought out his eyes.

Y/N Parkinson looked fucking hot.

Theo’s reverie was interrupted by laughter and Enzo’s voice saying, “You look handsome as hell, Y/N.”

Y/N grinned, a faint blush on his cheeks. Enzo laughed and slung his arm over the younger boy’s shoulders in a friendlier-than-‘we-just-met’ way.

Theo’s gaze broke away from where he was ogling the boy, snapping over to his friend.

How the fuck did Enzo Berkshire already know this hot guy?

A lick of white-hot jealousy flared through him. Enzo wasn’t even that cute! And he was dumb! Theo was way smarter!

He saw the way the youngest Parkinson smiled at Enzo, all teeth, and felt his blood practically boil with rage. One word kept floating about his head, from the second he lay eyes on his friend’s little brother.

Mine.

~~~

“So…Theo was looking at you a lot.”

“He was?” Your head snapped upwards and your eyes lit up as you thought about the pretty brunette with the dead eyes and the overall talk-to-me-and-they’ll-never-find-your-body demeanor from last night.

“Yep. He also kinda like, threatened my life once you left,” Enzo shrugged, splitting off half of his licorice wand and handing it to you. “Dunno why.”

“He didn’t say?”

“Nope. Although I kinda sort of maybe got the impression that he’s got a… oh, what’s the word? big fat humongous crush on you. Not that it’s obvious or anything.”

“Ah. Not a man of subtlety, I take it?”

“He’s been watching us since we sat down,” Enzo said through a his teeth behind a fake smile.

“Wh-”

“Don’t turn around. Bitch, what are you doing- I just said- fuck it. I give up,” he throws his hands up in exasperation and sits back in his chair.

You scan the occupants of The Three Broomsticks, seeing no one acting out of the ordinary. You sigh and turn back to your irked friend.

Enzo rolls his eyes at you. “Dumbass.”

“Dipshit.”

You both grin at each other.

On the other side of the room, tucked underneath the deep hood of a thick winter cloak, Theodore Nott simmered with rage.

~~~

“Thanks for walking me back. I’m pretty sure Pansy would kill me, and then you, if I got lost or something,” you take another sip of your butterbeer as the two of you trek back to the castle, the dusky sky bathing you both in a faint glow and making the biting snowflakes in the air shine like tiny crystals.

“Yeah. Speaking of Pansy…” Enzo trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yes, you can date her. No, I won’t go but-she’s-my-sister-and-I’m-her-brother apeshit on you.”

He gapes at you. “You knew?”

“Enz. Love. Sweetie pie. Anyone with eyes could tell that you like her, and she likes you right back. Go ask her out, coward.”

“Fuckhead,” Enzo retorted, giving you a tiny grateful smile.

~~~

Theo watched from afar with barely-contained jealousy. The pair was too far away to clearly hear, and the snow underfoot crunched too loudly for him to move closer, so Theo was stuck.

A sudden gust of wind sent a flurry of snowflakes into his face, and he made a face at the unpleasant chill. With the wind, however, carried a voice.

Your voice.

“Enz. Love. Sweetie pie. A…” your voice trailed off as the wind died down, becoming indistinct again.

Theo snapped.

No. No. No. No, you weren’t allowed to say things like that to other boys. You weren’t even allowed out with other boys. You were his, and Theodore had waited far long enough.

It was time for him to take back what was rightfully his.

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Chapter Two

#harry potter #fuck jkr #hp #hp x male reader #x male reader #gay #x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x reader #theo nott #yandere theodore nott #male reader #trans reader

[sleepysnk]

Hey saw you had Head Canon requests open and I really enjoyed the Chifuyu one you wrote! Was wondering if you could come up with some for Kazutora? Romantic, SFW, NSFW, anything you want ☺️ no rush and if you can't totally fine thank you.

a/n: ahh! thank you for your words! 🫶🏻 it means a lot to me!! i had a lot of fun with these, so thank you again for sending this in! i hope you enjoy! 🤍

characters: kazutora hanemiya

warnings: nsfw, smut, unprotected sex, some rough sex, oral sex f!receiving, edging, overstimulation, use of pet names (baby, princess, my girl), squirting, praising, some degradation, hair pulling, mentions of hickies, mentions of food, fluff, some after care.

SFW+NSFW HEADCANONS.

kazutora hanemiya:

- i fully believe kazutora is a romantic guy. despite his past, he wants to change and be a much better guy for you. that’s one of his biggest goals.

- a. fucking. sweetheart. kazutora is very much an acts of service and physical touch kind of guy. he will buy you anything you want and probably spoil you rotten in your relationship! he likes to buy you random things. whether that be makeup, new clothes, a new snack, he loves to just see the smile on your face whenever you open up a new gift from him. it instantly warms his heart at the sight, and he falls in love with you every single time.

- touching on the physical touch aspect, i believe kazutora just loves holding you in bed that night. he’s went through a lot of shit in the past couple of years, so he needs that comfort more than anything. expect him to lay on your boobs or just hold you close to his chest. he cannot sleep unless you’re in bed beside him and he knows you’re safe.

- passenger princess? hell yes. he will pick you up and take you anywhere. it doesn’t matter if you guys are traveling far, he loves when you’re sitting in the passenger seat. he loves to admire you when you’re humming a tune or just staring out the window. you look so pretty like that.

- HE LOVES WHEN YOU PLAY WITH HIS HAIR. kazutora is always picky about other people messing with it, but when it’s you? oh go crazy! he will let you do whatever you want to it. whether it be putting it in pigtails, curling it, straightening it, he doesn’t care. he just loves when your hands are running through his black and blonde strands. also, it helps him fall asleep at night. i think touching his hair is such a huge comfort thing for him, so expect him to love it and crave it.

- “wait, baby, put your hands.. here. yeah, right there.”

- kazutora is somewhat clingy. he wouldn’t be extremely clingy to the point where it’s unbearable, but he loves to be by your side and have your attention on him. it’s super cute.

- he’s definitely a guy who likes low maintenance dates. not saying he doesn’t like going to fancy restaurants, but he loves to just have one at home with you. he’d cook something nice for you and then you’d both enjoy it while watching a movie. don’t worry though, there’s always lots of room for dessert as well ;). especially once you both have had some cuddle time under the blanket.

- he always sends you those random texts reminding you that you’re beautiful. he just can’t help himself. he’s so in awe with your beauty that he loves talking about it. he will even tell his friends how amazing you are. he just cannot help himself, yk?

- “hey, princess. just a reminder you’re the best girl ever and i love you!! 🫶🏻”

- kazutora has so many pictures of you!! he’s kind of like chifuyu when it comes to being your personal hype man. he loves to see your pretty face whenever he opens his phone. i also feel as if he’s the kind of guy who would have a polaroid of you on the back of his cellphone. he sometimes stares at it when he’s bored or when he needs a little motivation throughout the day.

- now.. onto some more spicy things.

- i firmly believe this man is a fucking freak. he isn’t super super kinky, but i do believe he knows how to really throw some spice in the bedroom. he’s really good at what he does and he makes you feel like you’re on the fucking moon whenever he’s having sex with you.

- sex can be quite an intimate act for the two of you. some times it’s slow and sensual. he’ll make love to you and cherish you like you’re his wife. those are the days when kazutora is most soft and he takes his time with you. he can eat you out for hours and not get tired when he makes you cum for the third time in a row. he also will constantly remind you that you’re beautiful and that your body is such a work of art. he praises you so much!

- he also has a good tongue. he knows all the right places to make you feel good. he also can EATT. kazutora loves watching you in pleasure, especially when it’s from him. it’s always your pleasure over his any day.

- he will more than likely make you squirt with how good he is in bed.

- now on a different note, kazutora can be a little more rough with you. sometimes he doesn’t take his time and he fucks your brains out till you’re a mess on his cock. he’ll probably be the type to overstimulate you until you’re crying and begging him to slow down because of how sensitive your clit is. he doesn’t slow the pace though ;). he wants you trembling and falling apart for him by the end of the night.

- “yeah.. that’s my pretty little slut. cum for my cock, baby.”

- if he’s hitting it from behind, he’s so going to pull your hair. he loves to yank on something whenever he’s fucking your brains out, and it will always be your hair. he can be kinda rough with it too. he’ll even pull

- he can be a little mean sometimes. whenever he’s in the mood to tease you, he’ll edge you to the point where you’re a shaky mess for him. kazutora loves watching you squirm and whine for that release. he totally gets off on that shit, so expect him to do it often to mess with you. it’s even worse when he draws you so so close and then he halts completely and pulls out with your sticky arousal all over his dick.

- he kinda likes when you tug on his hair whenever he’s going down on you. it’s one of his favorite things to do.

- “yeah, that’s my girl. cum all over my face, baby.”

- kazutora loves to mark up your neck. if you’re sitting on his lap he’ll lean in and bite your neck to see whatever marks are left. he’ll suck on your sweet spot and that only increases the pleasure, especially if he’s making you ride his cock. it’s so fucking hot.

- always after sex you guys take a nice bath or shower together. he always kisses your shoulders as a silent apology if he was being really rough. it’s super cute whenever he’s like that. he’ll also make sure to cuddle with you afterwards because he loves to feel your skin against his. it’s the best form of intimacy in his opinion.

- he’s so cute.. MARRY THIS MAN.

#summer responds #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x you #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora hanemiya x y/n #kazutora hanemiya x reader #kazutora hanemiya x you #kazutora #kazutora x reader #kazutora x y/n #kazutora x you #kazutora smut #anime headcanons

[nhasablogg]

Rules

Fandom: Red, White and Royal Blue

Characters: Alex/Henry

Anonymous said: So pre cake-gate Alex is clearly going through a little bit of an unconscious pigtail pulling phase, right? In the book he literally (drunkenly gushes) about Henry’s perfect composure and posture and says he just wants to poke at it until he messes up. What if we take that literally?

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The room is already crowded - overflowing couches and champagne glasses - and Alex has his eyes set on a lowly lit corner, where he plans to stay until he inevitably gets forced to interact. It’s a gala of some sort, but it seems more lowkey, although maybe that’s an attempt at appealing to the youths. There are youths everywhere, and if there’s one thing he knows about young people it’s that they would rather not get bothered unless they have to. He has no one to impress, really. Not more than usual.

Cursing Nora for not coming along even though she was invited and quite literally bribed by him to “please just fucking come”, he shifts through the crowd. His hand, which won’t be empty for much longer he’s sure, gently pushes people aside until he reaches it, the corner in the far back of the room, only to find his royal goddamn highness made it there first.

“Henry,” he spits out, more annoyed than is reasonable.

“Alex.” He nods at him, all perfectly sculpted face and body, not a single strand of hair out of place. “A pleasure as always.”

“You’re in my spot.”

He raises an eyebrow and turns his head (stupid perfect jawline) to the side. “This wall?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t recall seeing your name here.”

“Don’t you have a throne to sit on or something.”

Henry’s smile doesn’t match his dry, “Ha ha.”

Alex clicks his tongue, suddenly imagining being pulled into discussions about politics (work) or bitcoin (fake) or, as has been the most recent main topic of conversation, what it’s like being best friends with Prince Henry (awful). “Move.”

Henry, the bastard, all but glues himself to the wall. “You’re being absurd. We can share this corner just fine.”

“Don’t wanna.” He steps closer, aware of Henry’s guards watching them intently and pretending otherwise. “I was here first.”

“You quite literally weren’t.”

“I was mentally here first. I don’t know where you came from.”

“Alex-”

Alex jabs him in the ribs, afraid that if he’s too rough he will get some sort of death penalty. But Henry retreats as if he’s been shot, hand over the spot Alex touched.

He rolls his eyes even though the guards make him nervous now. “Drama queen.”

“Don’t do that.” Henry straightens again, face turning an interesting shade of pink, but maybe that’s just the lighting in there. “We can share.”

“I said no.” Alex pokes him again, disappointed when Henry remains upright this time, proving that Alex had probably only caught him off guard. “This is the best corner of the building to hide in plain sight. Move.”

“And why would I move when I’m perfectly content also hiding in plain sight?” Alex pokes him again, this time aiming for his waist, but he remains mostly undisturbed, if only a little nervous if his thinning lips are any indication.

So there is a human side to him, Alex ponders, poking him again in quick succession before Henry can protest. He kind of just wants to see what he will do. If Alex can manage to poke a hole in that perfect exterior of his.

What he doesn’t expect is the prince grabbing his wrist with a giggle. A giggle. Of all things!

“Oh my god, am I tickling you?” Alex’s own delighted laughter overpowers Henry’s denial. “Oh my god, Henry.”

“Alex, please.” Henry looks flustered more than anything, which is interesting. “This is surely not the time, don’t you think?”

“On the contrary. This is exactly what a best friend would do.” As he speaks, Alex circles Henry’s waist with both hands to poke at the back ribs, causing Henry to jolt into him with a yelp. He smells fucking good, that bastard.

“This is ridiculous, do-hon’t!”

“There’s that giggle again. I knew you couldn’t have perfect composure all the time. I mean-” He curls his fingers over Henry’s belly, having successfully trapped him between his body and the wall. “-this gotta tickle, right?”

“Do we need to interfere, sir?” one of the guards asks, but Henry, miraculously through his laughter, says, “No, it’s ok-ahay!” and Alex doesn’t question why he doesn’t take the easy way out. He likes having Henry squirming under his hands, for scientific reasons of course. Royalty can apparently be ticklish. Stiff bastards like Henry can squeal.

Okay, that’s kind of adorable.

Kind of.

A bit.

Alex is definitely not going to be thinking about it later.

*

It becomes a thing after that, if only in Alex’s head. Being forced to interact with the prince anyway, he might as well make sure to have some fun while at it. Henry doesn’t react the first time they meet after the gala - some sort of charity event during a pouring weekend which he would much rather spend either working on his presentation or eating junk food with June and Nora, thank you very much - and so Alex can sneak in his tickle attack quite easily. It’s only a poke, really, because he’s aware he can’t very well pin the prince down in the mud to see how he would react (Alex won’t allow himself to imagine it for some reason). Henry’s composure crumbles much more easily this time now that he’s aware that Alex is a “menace to society, Alex, please, not here.”

“Am I making you nervous, your royal highness?”

Henry flushes, which is really interesting, and slaps away his hand before Alex can get another tickle in. “I will call my guards on you this time.”

“Awe, come on, that’s cheating.”

“I wasn’t aware we had any rules.”

“You want rules? I can make you some rules. Rule number one: no calling for help. It will just bring attention to it. Although so will your giggling.”

“I don’t giggle.”

“Oh, yes, you do, Henry. Very much so actually.”

Henry huffs, and Alex has to give it to him that he’s handling his rosy cheeks much more gracefully than Alex probably would. Bastard.

“What’s the second rule then, if we’re going to be so thorough about it.”

“Hmm. No tickling back.”

“That doesn't sound very fair at all.” Henry suddenly smirks. It’s small, subtle enough that Alex wouldn’t notice it had he not seen it before. It’s alarming. “I must say, that rule makes it sound as if you’re ticklish as well.”

Alex turns away from him. “Kindly shut the hell up, your majesty.”

Henry’s visibly nervous the next time they meet for some sort of dinner at the White House. Alex can’t blame him. It would be extremely easy for Alex to pull him into an empty room to tickle him properly, although that’s not really part of the game. He messed around the other day and had come up with even more rules and is strangely excited to show them to Henry, who, despite it all, still hasn’t really protested too much.

“Hey you,” he says, poking Henry in the side and grinning when he folds. The more Alex tickles him, the more he’s starting to react. He’s sure it will become a problem eventually, but is happy to keep it going until then. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Henry furrows his brows. “You are?”

“Yeah! The last event we had was super boring. At least I get to tickle a prince this time.”

Henry makes a sound and looks down. He’s wearing another gray suit and Alex suddenly imagines pulling the stupid dress shirt out of his pants to tickle over bare skin. Alarmed at this thought, because what the fuck was that, he turns toward the room and finds his rescue in the champagne that is being brought in their direction.

“Here.” He grabs two glasses and shoves one toward Henry.

Henry accepts it “I suppose you’ll let me drink some before you decide to intrude on my person?”

His words in combination with Alex’s previous thought are not ones he can be chill about, and so he huffs and leaves without another word (or poke), and when Henry seeks him out later (since when do they do that?) he doesn’t explain it and Henry doesn’t push.

*

Henry spots him before he does, much to Alex’s dismay. His favorite way of approaching him has become to taser his waist, innocently enough that no one will notice. Although he does also enjoy the way Henry looks when he catches him coming nearer, knowing what’s to come. Even though it’s a perfectly reasonable thing to happen, he has for some reason not thought about how Henry would approach him since this game had started, because while Henry has never tickled him back Alex isn’t stupid enough to think he will never try.

But Henry simply stands next to him, suddenly, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, with a rather cheerful, “Hello.”

“Jesus!” Alex nearly drops his phone, which he’s been using to look up that his paper is in fact due in two days and not suddenly that evening even though he also checked it in the car and just outside the venue. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Hmm, you seem nervous.”

“I’m just stressed.”

He waves his phone around and Henry’s face softens. “School?”

“It makes me sound approximately twelve years old when you phrase it like that, but yes.”

“If only I was allowed to tickle you,” Henry suddenly says and Alex very much does drop his phone this time. “I could distract you. Help you ease up a little.”

“Are you engaging in playful banter?”

“Are you trying to hide your blush by being nonchalant?”

“You know, I think Zahra needs me.”

Henry grabs his arm. “No, she doesn’t.” He squeezes it once. “Stay. Please. I’m sorry. I won’t tease you again.” With a tiny grin, he adds, “I didn’t know you couldn’t take what you dish you.”

Alex tickles him then, prodding at his belly, which he suspects is one of Henry’s worst spots, in quick succession. “Don’t forget the rules, Henry.”

“I haven’t!” Henry twists away from him, ducking his head as he laughs. Fucking adorable. Goddammit.

*

They become friends and Alex keeps tickling him, only in brief bursts, usually in public, until suddenly it becomes quite natural to do it when they’re alone as well.

Only Henry starts tickling him back.

“The game has changed,” he says, giving Alex’s knee another squeeze. “New rules.”

“Fuck you!” Alex cries, embarrassed as the giggles keep pouring out. Henry is never going to let him live this down, he knows.

But hey, at least he can pin Henry down now to tickle him properly now. This can’t possibly turn into a problem.

Right?

#tickling #tickle fic #ticklish!henry #firstprince fic #firstprince #rwrb fic #rwrb #n writes #rules

[houseofperfecttaste]

Together Again (2)

warnings: fingering

"Alright I'm going to go drop him off and I'll pick you up at 1," Rafe said before leaving the apartment and I nodded holding the door open. "What should I wear?" "Something fancy." He winked at me before being called away by Rhett who was excited to go see his grandparents. I closed the door behind the boys and took a shower washing my hair and shaving everything(you never know what could happen.)

I decided to wear my gold sequined bell-sleeved dress that I wore for my 21st and did gold makeup to match it. I matched the dress with white sparkly heels and straightened my hair. The more that I looked at myself, the more I started to think I went overboard but I shook off those thoughts knowing that I looked good. I looked at the time on my phone it reading 12:54 and I touched up a few things finishing right as I heard a knock on the door.

I opened the door to reveal Rafe in a white button-down with black dress pants, a gold chain hanging around his neck, and gold rings on his finger. Holy shit did he look good. He looked rich and expensive and his cologne smelt like it cost more than my rent. Rafe's eyes widened his mouth dropping slightly boosting my ego slightly as he was speechless. "You look breathtaking, wow." He complimented and I giggled doing a 360 for him. I watched as he swallowed the lump in his throat and moved his hands down to cover his crotch.

"You look very handsome and hot Rafe." I winked grabbing my purse and locking the door behind me as he led me to his car opening the door for me. Excitement was coursing through me at the thought of where Rafe was taking me. "I'm so excited!" I cheered clapping my hands together as he laughed and looked over at me. "I'm happy you're excited for our date, would be a bad thing if you weren't." I rolled my eyes playfully asking him questions about where he was taking me but he wouldn't tell me a thing. "You're going to love it." He promised as he parked the car and helped me out.

"Oh my god Rafe!" I squealed looking at where we were. We were wine tasting and this specific winery had butterflies everywhere and a beautiful view of the ocean. "Your dream date right?" He had a cocky smile on his face as I was in awe. "Yes thank you so much, Rafe! I love it!" I wrapped my arms around his waist since he was taller than me and he held me tightly and grabbed my hand. "Shall we?" He smirked intertwining our fingers. "We shall." As we walked up I realized that the only people here were the workers, Rafe, and me. "Welcome, Mr. Cameron. Are you ready for your private wine-tasting tour?" My eyes widened in shock as he had a proud smile on his face as he placed his hand on the small of my back motioning me forward. This must've cost a fortune.

I know how much it annoys him when people can't accept gifts or gestures from others so instead of saying that he didn't have to do this I hooked my arm around his thanking him. "This is absolutely beautiful and incredible. Thank you so much, Rafe." "You ain't seen nothing yet." He whispered in my ear as we followed the guide. He started to describe the history of wine and showed us the wine cellar before taking us outside the beautiful ocean being exposed to us. I gasped at the sight, the sun was gleaming on the water, waves beautifully crashing onto the shore and butterflies were surrounding us and landing on our shoulders. "You look beautiful." He complimented me as two butterflies landed in my hair.

The guide described each wine as two servers stood by him handing Rafes and I glasses. The last glass to be served was Screaming Eagle Cabernet which cost at least $500,000. My mouth dropped and I know confusion was shown all over my face. I nearly moaned at the taste, it was easily the most delicious drink in the world and I tried to savor all of it knowing I'd never have an opportunity like this again. After the tour and tasting were done Rafe took me down to the beach holding my heels as we walked along the water. "Rafe, words can't even describe how perfect this date was." I grabbed his hand swinging our arms back and forth as he planted a kiss on my temple pulling me into his side.

"It's not done yet, pretty girl." His tone was playful and I was lost for words. This man had already outdone himself and there was more? "Do you trust me?" He asked stopping us and placing my heels on the sand. "Of course I trust you." I softly spoke as he pulled a blindfold out of his pocket. "Kinky." I joked giggling as he playfully rolled his eyes and walked behind me. "It's for the surprise." He tied the blindfold leaning down to my ear, his hot breath fanning my neck causing goosebumps. "I can use it for something kinky if you would like." He whispered huskily teasing me making me shiver and press my thighs together.

We walked for about two minutes before he stopped me and slowly untied my blindfold and holy shit this man had every fucking trick up his sleeve. Tears started swelling in my eyes as my hands were shaking, Rafe was the only person to ever treat me like a princess like I was his only priority. The surprise was an enchanting, angelic dinner on the beach with lanterns and rose petals lighting up the walkway. A beautiful dinner was stationed at the end with low pink lights glowing from the bottom of the table. "After you m'lady."

He pulled my chair out for me and my eyes scanned the table landing on the $500,000 bottle of wine placed in the center with two glasses. "I know what you're thinking, it's written all over your face. Nothing is too much when it comes to you." He grabbed my hand from across the table caressing the back of it with his thumb. "Have I told you how gorgeous you are?" "I think you've mentioned it once or twice." He chuckled the corners of his mouth lifting. "Make it three. You're so gorgeous." He admired me his eyes glistening with love and god I wanted to kiss him so badly. "You're so handsome. Buzzcuts really working for you.." "Oh yeah?" His eyebrow raised as he grabbed my chair sliding me closer to him, the gesture turning me on a bit.

I blushed as he stared at my lips and leaned in closer to me stopping inches from my face. "Can I kiss you?" "Please." He pressed his lips to mine and butterflies erupted in my stomach as he cradled my face. Rafe pulled away for a second to get a breath before kissing me again, with more passion this time. "I'm still so in love with you Y/N." He confessed resting his forehead against mine and I froze not being able to comprehend his confession. "I-I'm sorry it's too early for that." He tried to backtrack but I grabbed his face smashing my lips on his. "I'm still in love with you Rafe."

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Even though we both just confessed our love for each other he was still nervous to ask. "Of course, Rafe." We kissed again before the food was brought out and we just talked about nonsense before his phone started ringing. "My dad wants to know if Rhett can sleep over?" He put his phone on his shoulder and I nodded knowing this meant Rafe and I could have a night alone. I obviously said yes and we talked to Rhett for a bit before he hung up the phone and we returned to our dinner.

"How was everything, Mr. Cameron?" The owner asked as Rafe grabbed my hand a big smile on his face. "Everything was perfect thank you." Rafe slid him $200 before pulling my chair out and led me to his car. "Have a good evening Mr. Cameron." Another worker said as we left. Rafe opened the car door for me and I wrapped my arms around his neck leaning up to kiss him. "Thank you for the perfect night, Mr. Cameron." I mocked running my hands down his chest but his jaw clenched at the name and his grip tightened on my waist. "Get in the car baby I'm taking you to mine." He kissed my hand before closing the passenger door.

As we arrived at his house my mouth dropped, Tannyhill was nothing compared to this house. "Holy shit Rafe." I stared in awe as he chuckled unlocking his door causing my mouth to drop even more as I took in the sight of the interior. He gave me a tour of his house showing me Rhett's room making a dopey smile appear on my face. He opened the door to his room and it was huge which didn't surprise me, what surprised me was the pictures of us on his nightstand. "You kept these?" He walked over to me wrapping his arms around me from behind and placing his chin on my shoulder. "Of course, I sort of always hoped that we would find each other again." He whispered kissing my neck as I mentally cursed myself for leaving him, believing that he would leave me.

"God, Rafe I'm so-" He turned me around to face him and kissed me before I could finish my sentence. "Don't say it. You don't have to be sorry baby, please never be sorry. I love you." He whispered but my mind was still running with thoughts about what could've been if I stayed and he was able to be with me during my pregnancy, labor, and be there to raise our child. "Y/N baby I love you, I forgive you, I'm not mad. We're going to have an amazing life all three of us okay baby?" I nodded trying not to cry. "How about I run you a shower then we cuddle in my bed and watch a movie?" "You mean run us a shower?" I suggested as I started to unbutton his shirt seductively as he drew his bottom lip between his teeth. "You know how to drive me crazy baby." He kissed me before heading into his bathroom turning the shower on and grabbing us towels as I unzipped my dress. "Hey that's my job." He pouted cutely making me giggle at his complaint and I let the dress fall to the ground making him shut up.

I slid my panties down my legs watching Rafe as he watched my every move. I opened the glass door testing the water before getting in, Rafe following me. He stood behind me his large hands outlining my curves as the water cascaded down my body our bodies. "I'm so fucking in love with you." He mumbled against my shoulder as his hands slid to my breasts squeezing them. "I'm so more in love with you Rafe." I whispered back letting my head fall back on his chest as he started rolling my nipples between his fingers. "Feels so good." I breathed out closing my eyes. "Good baby wanna make you feel so good." His hands slid down my body to my v-line.

"May I?"

"You may." I reached behind me to grab his hair as his hand slid between my legs and he started rubbing my clit slowly. "Rafe." I moaned and he started rubbing faster his other arm wrapping around my front holding my body close to him. He gently slid a finger into me a whimper leaving his mouth as he felt how tight I was. After minutes of his fingers I could feel my orgasm approaching and Rafe knew it too by how I squeezed his fingers. Even though it's been years he still knew my body like we never broke up. "Yeah cmon baby cum on my fingers, cum for me." He whispered seductively in my ear as I let go all over his fingers watching him bring his fingers to his mouth sucking them clean. "Hm missed how you taste, never forgot how hot you look when you cum though." He smirked licking his lips winking at me.

I went to get on my knees to return my favor but he stopped me shaking his head. "Tonight is all for you my girl." We finished our shower washing each others body before he handed me a t-shirt and I washed my face being able to get my makeup off thankfully. "We can go shopping tomorrow and I'll buy you everything you need to be prepared to sleep over." He said as he put his basketball shorts on and got into the bed. "Rafe you don't need to do that." I shook my head turning off his bathroom light and getting into bed next to him as he clicked through movies. "I don't need to, I want to. My girl needs her items for her nightime routine." He poked my nose before pecking my lips and pulling me into his side. "You're so sweet." I kissed his cheek before laying my head on his chest pulling the blanket up around me passing out about ten minutes later.

Note: I'm so so so so sorry that it took so long I got my ass kicked by school and work. I also apologize if this sucks love you all

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[mae-gi-writes]

It's (Just So) Awkward | jungkook (bts) - one

“No way. We’re too different and he’s so—so black and white. A straight-up yes-or-no kind of guy. And I’m not.”

Genre: nerd! Jungkook x outspoken! Reader, university! Au, idiots to lovers au, kim changbin cameo (skz)

A/N: any mention of disorders/medical conditions are fictional and I do not own Jeon jungkook. I only own the plot. If you are sensitive to content that talks about psychological disorders, i would advise you to read at your own risk. Please do enjoy !!

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“And I scream ‘for whatever it’s worth, I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?” — Cruel Summer, Taylor Swift

———

You and Jeon Jungkook have known each other for years.

You know him like the back of your hand, not because you wanted to, but because you were obliged to, with the god-awful amount of time that you spent together.

Everything started back in art class. You had been fifteen at the time and had enrolled in the Visual Arts IGCSE course, as did he. There were only five students in the class, which was the main reason as to how you got to know your classmates that well, considering that these were the sorts of people that you wouldn’t normally hang out with on a daily basis.

You’d taken a seat next to Jungkook on that very first day of class, your colored markers in one hand and your sketchbook in the other, when he’d first decided to pick on the state of your shirt.

“Your shirt is crumpled,” he’d stated matter-of-factly, as though he didn’t have any filter, as though he didn’t care that it might affect your feelings. Good for him that you weren’t the type of person to take things to heart.

You merely straightened and looked at him, “thanks for the observation.”

“Don’t you iron your shirts?”

“Uhm no, I forgot,” you eyed his very organized desk, noticed the straight angles of his own sketchbook perpendicularly placed with his ruler. His pens stacked at its side, parallel to the paper, and his hands poised onto the fresh page.

Your gaze then traveled up to his clean, crisp shirt, hair parted to the side and glasses perched on his nose.

Your eyebrows raised in curiosity as he said, “coming to school with a crumpled up shirt just shows how disorganized you are. Or maybe you didn’t have enough time. Then that’s time-management skills that you lack.”

“Thanks, I’ll take that into consideration,” you’d replied sarcastically.

And from there, you had learnt to know who Jeon Jungkook really was.

Undeniably, he had an amazing gift for art which no one could argue with, so all his backhanded comments were, over time, either ignored or playfully used as insults to tease him back. He was a funny guy — in the sense that he barely had any filter or sense of what was socially accepted to talk about — but you couldn’t say he hadn’t grown on you over the past years and funnily enough, you both ended up in the same university course as Visual Arts major.

“You again?” You’d groaned on the first day of lecture upon noticing his tall, dark frame behind round spectacles. Even out of high school, he still wore a shirt -- this one pale blue -- tucked into sable pants, hair combed back into that side part that now sportrd a few bangs, and his glasses.

He grinned at you from his seat, “hello, Y/N.”

“Why are you here?” You dramatically fell into your seat, swiveled towards him with an exasperated sigh as your chin fell into your hand.

“Because I applied for Visual Arts and got in.”

“Well yeah I knew that much,” you rolled your eyes, “but I thought you wanted to be an architect. Isn’t that what you said before graduation?”

“You remember?” His grin widened, “that’s nice of you—“

“Not on purpose, you dweeb. Now tell me why you’re here instead of bugging someone else in architecture 101.”

“I am in architecture,” he lifted his shoulder in a shrug, “but my course asks for an art prerequisite. They said I couldn’t use my high school grades to give me my transfer credits because art wasn’t my main subject.”

“That’s bullshit. Your art was the best out of all of us.”

“Apparently it wasn’t good enough for them.”

You tilted your head at him, “so you’re telling me I have to suffer through this with you, again? Didn’t I do enough of that in high school?”

“Technically, you’re the one who came to sit next to me.”

“You got a point. Maybe I should move.”

But you didn’t. Not wanting to admit it, you were actually grateful knowing that Jungkook was a familiar element amidst all this new environment. Not that you’d ever tell him that though, knowing he’d take full advantage of it.

That didn’t stop you from complaining about it with your mother every time you saw her appear on your phone screen. She would only laugh and tease you about it, saying that out of all universities, Jeon Jungkook had chosen the one you had applied to. Surely, according to her, she thought it was fate.

“It’s not fate,” you’d grumbled into your pillow, “how can it be fate? He just likes to torture me.”

“He’s not that bad Y/N,” your mother chided, “and you know how he is. His mother said so at the exhibition, remember?”

Yes, you had remembered how his mother had apologized following Jungkook’s harsh criticism of your projects. How could you forget? It had been on the final exhibition evening where all students were decked in black and white to follow the theme of the night, and as part of your final exhibition, you’d had to criticize and analyze your classmates’ pieces with your teacher as mediator. And when Jungkook had been asked to voice his thoughts about your work, he had been void of kindness:

“It doesn’t seem genuine.”

“It lacks of technique.”

“You could’ve used more depth.”

“I don’t see the connection between the artist and the audience.”

Not wanting to cry in front of the entire class had you running to the bathroom as tears streamed down your face, which caused his mother to follow you while trying to explain her son’s horrible behaviour.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. You know he doesn’t mean it that way, not really—“

“Oh then, in what way does he mean it then?” You’d sniffled into your tissue, hating how red your eyes looked in the mirror, “because to me that sounded downright condescending and honestly, I thought better of him—“

“He’s different, Y/N.”

“Different?” You pause, “what do you mean…different?”

That was when she explained about Social Cues Disorder, also known as SCD, which was placed on the Asperger’s spectrum despite being slightly different from the said diagnostic. And as she spoke, it became clear why Jungkook didn’t have any social barriers into speaking his mind even when it might hurt people or be taken the wrong way. The thing was, he didn’t know.

Nevertheless, it took you a few days to recover from his personal attack. You were surprised when Jungkook came up to you a few days after the exhibition to offer you an apology.

“My mother said she told you about SCD,” he spoke as though they were talking about the weather when to you, it was slightly difficult to handle such a topic when you had no idea whether he’d take it right or wrong, “she also said I need to apologize because I was very harsh on you during the exhibition.”

You swallowed thickly, the sting of tears building in your eyes as the memory resurfaced, “yes. You were.”

“I’m sorry,” he replied without missing a beat, “I didn’t know it would hurt your feelings. According to the doctors, I don’t know how to understand people’s emotions or react to people, or say the right thing. So I’m sorry, because I’m sure I might do it again.”

You looked at him for a long moment, judging the weight of his words. Then, you sighed, “that’s fine, Jungkook. Thanks.”

If you removed his lack of total empathy, Jungkook was admittedly kind of fun to be around. He had the most hilariou responses to everything, which you learnt the more you sat next to him in class.

"Color blindness is an eyesight problem," he said one day when you told him that you believed color blindness to be some sort of supernatural gift.

"Well how do you know that the colors you see are the real ones?" You lean over your desk, pen in hand as the soft scratches of pencil to paper filled the room, "maybe we're the ones who are colour blind."

"That is scientifically incorrect."

"Who said so?"

He looked at you as if you were an idiot, "it was scientifically proven, Y/N. I don't think your argument is valid."

"Okay, so let's take schizophrenia for example," you quickly fired back, "people say that those with this disorder hallucinate and see things that aren't there. But maybe, wait--hear me out," you added when Jungkook started shaking his head, "maybe these people actually see things that we don't."

Jungkook's eyebrow rose in what looked to be half-amusement, "I'm not sure that's a valid point. Also, it's medically incorrect to be sharing false information about psychological disorders."

"Not everything is quantifiable, you know."

"Still, what you're saying is that these people have superpowers that don't exist."

"Exactly."

"Sounds like some kind of marvel action movie to me."

Of course he would say something like that. What were you expecting more? With time, you came to understand the phenomenon that was Jeon Jungkook, with his weird quirks and curious way of thinking. You secretly wondered whether he knew how easily people got triggered by his responses, or whether he just went through life with his own kind of colorblindness.

You got rewarded with a first-hand situation between him and another classmate of yours a few days later, going by the name of Kim Changbin.

It was in the middle of mid-term and since deadlines were comig up soon, the printmaking studio was crammed with students trying to finish up their portfolio projects in time. You would normally give Jungkook a hand with the technical materials and tools needed and after having set up his screen, was busy arranging your own set of colours when a voice pierced through the room in anger.

"What the fuck, Jeon?!" Your head swivelled to see Changbin at the station that Jungkook had been standing at seconds prior, looking quite murderous with his damaged screen in hand. Facing him was Jungkook, a palette knife held in mid-air, "what's wrong with you, flaunting that thing around when we all have screens?!"

"I'm sorry," the words came out straight away from Jungkook's mouth, "It wasn't my intention. I'll make sure to work on it--"

"Work on it?" Changbin's nostrils flared. He stepped towards the taller man, "this took me fucking weeks to perfect. And what? You're going to work on it?" He took another step closer, causing Jungkook to lean back, " How the fuck am I supposed to get my artwork back huh?"

"I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention," Jungkook parroted again with eyes glassy as though he didn't know what to say, "I'll make sure to wo--"

"Yeah I heard you the first time!" Changbin hollered, index stabbing at his chest, "this artwork is my scholarship ticket and you fucking ruined it!"

"Hey hey," you quickly stepped in-between the two men, hand latching onto Changbin's shoulder, "he said he was sorry okay? Let's just calm down and--"

"Move out, Y/N, this is none of your fucking business," Changbin pushed you away and you stumbled. He took this chance to lunge for Jungkook's chest and the latter whimpered, yelping and handa scrabbling to push Changbin away, "you gonna take responsibility, dumbass?--"

"I'm sorry it wasn't my intention--"

"You fucking retard you can't even --"

"--make sure to work on--"

"Shut up!" And before he knew it, Jungkook yelped and pushed Changbin away.

"Changbin!"

"Jungkook!"

Changbin fell, crashed straight into a table with such force it split down the middle. For a minute, he lay there motionless, the entire class rendered silent.

And in the middle of it all, a panicked Jungkook holding his hands over his ears.

He crouched down as people moved towards Changbin concern and you took this chance to go to your friend, hearing him mutter the exact same phrase over and over again with a blank look in his eyes.

"Jungkook," your words were quiet as your hand wrapped around his shoulder tentatively, "hey, you alright bud? Let's get you out of here, okay?"

But as if he just realized you were his only safe anchor, the young man was quick to wrap his arms around your middle before he buried his head into your chest.

Your cheeks flamed, but you went to caress the back of his head, knowing that this was not a normal situation. He needed you.

"Jungkook?" You whispered and tried ignoring the way your heart skipped a beat, "you okay?"

"Just--please. Don't move."

Few words with so much power. You couldn't help but crumble and hold him closer if that was possible, hoping that the consequences that would follow would hopefully be called an accident.

This was the first time you'd seen Jungkook, as who he really was. You could have walked away , you had that choice, if you wanted to.

But you didn't.

---

"Hey."

Changbin's angry eyes fluttered up to yours from the nurse's bed. He'd been admitted to the campus clinic for an overnight watch in case something went wrong with his back. Due to the force of his fall, he now sported bruises all along his spine and you knew without doubt he'd use it as blackmail against Jungkook even if the wounds were superficial.

"What do you want?" He growled.

From his narrow-eyed stare, it was clear that he was not enjoying his current predicament; that being pinned down to a bed.

"How are you feeling?" You moved a little closer and tried not to flinch under his hard gaze, "I just wanted to see if you were alright."

"Well you got your answer," he snapped, "now if you don't have anytbing else to say, get lost."

"I'm sorry. Jungkook--he's a bit socially awkward and I know you took a lot of time to finish this--"

"That's not your job, is it?" He chuckled emptily, "why are you apologizing on his behalf?"

"Because I know that's what he wants to say, but he's not in a state to say it right now," you took another step closer until you were at his bedside, "so before you go and think that he's just a loser, I wanted to clarify it with you."

"What are you, his mom or something?"

"We're friends, Changbin."

He shook his head, looking amused and you were glad he didn't seem to be so angry now that you exchanged more than two words with him, "and how exactly, did you become friends?"

"Why?"

"You don't seem the type to be friends with that kind of geek, apologies for the insult," he said with a raised brow, "so tell me. How are you friends? Is it by duty?"

"No. He's...it just happened," you tried to stammer through an explanation, though he had a point. How had you become friends? "In any case, does that even matter?"

That was when Changbin grinned at you, "wanna be my friend?"

You stared blankly at him, "what?"

"You wanna be my friend and help me out with my artwork?"

Considering that he would probably combust and drag you along with him if you failed to agree, you were quick to abide by his suggestion, setting up a meeting at the studio a few days later when he'd be safe and sound from the nurse.

You even prepared the materials in advance, setting up all the colours and preparing the screen so that Changbin wouldn't have to wait for it to dry to expose his design.

Your phone vibrated and you quickly pulled it out, frowning when Jungkook's name flashed across the screen.

"Hello?"

"Hello Y/N. Where are you?"

"Uh, at school. Why?"

"I bought chocolate donuts."

Your heart melted slightly, "I'm in the art lab."

Which was where Jungkook found you a few minutes later as he walked through the door, donuts in hand and looking as geeky as ever with a crisp white shirt tucked into light jeans.

"Why are you here?" He frowned, "You're already done with your artwork."

Changbin walked in from the exposure room right at that very instant, his face turning sour as soon as he caught sight of the dark-haired man, "what the fuck are you doing here?" He growled.

"I'm here to give some donuts to--"

"To you!" You grabbed the donut box from Jungkook before thrusting it in Changbin's face, "hos way of saying sorry about your broken screen."

"Actually, these donuts were for yo--"

"He just feels so bad about you having to do your artwork all over again, right Jungkook?" You throw him a pointed look, which caused Jungkook's brows to furrow in even more confusion as Changbin's dark eyes flickered between the two of you, not quite sure what to make of the situation.

It took a moment for Jungkook to mutter out a, "sure."

"I'd feel a whole lot better if you got out of my face," Changbin scowled at him then, and you quickly scurried in front of your friend with hands held up in a defensive manner.

Jungkook turned to you, "do you have to help him, Y/N? He doesn't seem to be very friendly to me--"

"You little shi--"

"Alright alright boys!” You flailed your arms around wildly in hopes that would deter any kind of fight, “I told you, Jungkook doesn’t know how to show his affection and gratefulness to other people. Don’t take it badly, Changbin, let’s just— “

“Statistically speaking, you shouldn’t hang out with people with violent tendencies. It’s dangerous,” Jungkook stated bluntly.

You threw him the angriest glare you could muster, causing the said man’s eyes to dart away. He couldn’t recognize social cues, but he did know for a fact what your angry face looked like. So he didn't fight when you pushed him out of the door while excusing yourself with Changbin and it was only when you were safely away from prying ears that you tried talking some sense into your friend.

"Don't mess with this, okay? I got it." You said in what you hoped was a convincing tone, "just go home and finish your homework. We have that art history essay due tomorrow."

Jungkook stared you down behind his glasses, "but Changbin is--"

"No it's fine, just go home. Everything will be fine if you go home."

"What if he hits you?"

"He won't."

"You will call me if he does?"

"Yes. I promise I will."

That seemed to satisfy Jungkook and you quickly propelled him out of the building before ushering back inside the lab just in time to catch Changbin doing his screenprint.

"Got rid of that loser yet?" His smirk was infuriating. It made you want to slap it off his face.

"Shut up and let me help you," you responded, rolling your eyes as you went to assist him. In truth, you were just secretly glad they didn't tear each other's throats out.

Not everyone understood Jungkook, and while that was fine, you just felt as though you were responsible for protecting him.

It was almost midnight when you finished cleaning up the studio and packed up all the tools and materials, that was when Changbin suggested you get something to eat. Deciding that your stomach was a priority, you agreed and settled at one of the small cheap restaurants that sold hot noodle soup, one of the rare finds open 24/7.

"Why're you friends with that guy?"

You glanced up from your soup, "you asked me that before, Changbin."

He took a sip of his, other hand fumbling with his chopsticks to gather some noodles, “and I’m asking you again. Why are you friends?” He took a bite of his noodles and grumbled appreciatively, “you like him or something?”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard coming out of your mouth,” you snorted as you slurped your noodles and chewed on the warmth that seeped into your chest. Noodles always tasted better in cold weather.

“Well he likes you.”

You almost choked on your noodles, “wha— where are you getting all this false information.”

“It’s written all over his face, Y/N,” Changbin rolled his eyes, “he wouldn’t be bringing you donuts if that were the case.”

“You’re wrong. He’s just kind. He always was,” the thought of you and Jungkook being together suddenly flashed before your eyes and heat flushed through your cheeks at the thought. He was your friend, he was the closest thing to home that you had now that you were in university, so it was just natural for you to gravitate towards the familiar.

“Bullshit. You don’t see the way he looks at you.”

“He doesn’t look at me like anything.”

Changbin merely chuckled, shaking his head before finishing his soup in silence. You were glad that he dropped it, knowing full well that you wouldn’t have been able to take it if he’d continuously found arguments to support his hypothesis. Jungkook couldn’t like you…could he? He was…odd and not the kind of man to look for things like relationships.

Then again, you’d never actually asked Jungkook how he felt about girls. Or relationships for that matter.

Which was why you had planned to corner him after your English lecture, rushing to the end of the corridor where you knew Jungkook had his design class with your bag barely closed and books clutched to your chest, only to find the said man wrapped up in an animated conversation with a stranger you’d never seen before.

The girl was beautiful. That was a given, with long glossy curls that fell to her waist and dyed light blonde, giving her the appearance of a fairy. She was wearing a pastel blue coat decked with white pants and boots to match, the perfect fashion icon for many, slightly smaller than you were so that her head had to tilt back every time she spoke to him.

You were about to swivel around — since they seemed to be in deep discussion — when Jungkook spotted you. His brown eyes lit up from behind his spectacles (it was kinda cute) and he grinned, dimple showing.

“Y/N,” he called your name and you had no other choice than to walk over, flashing him a weak smile, “this is Lee Sara. She’s in my design class. She’s also going to be an architect.”

“Hi,” Sara smiled. She was beautiful, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” you smiled back, eyes darting between the two before settling on Jungkook’s, “you ready to go?”

“Actually, Sara and I are going to get some boba,” Jungkook said.

“Oh,” you tried to hide the surprise on your face, “right. Uhm… I’ll see you later then.”

“Do you want to join us?” Sara asked kindly.

Jungkook was already turning away by then, probably too excited to get his drink to think about your feelings. He stopped mid-way, looked back at you, only to see you shake your head.

“I’m okay,” you smiled slightly, “see you two later. I gotta head to the library to study.”

Maybe it was the fact that Jungkook never used to socialize with girls before or that you never noticed, but you couldn’t help but feel slightly disoriented at the sudden switch in the situation, causing Changbin’s earlier words to resonate through your brain. Did Jungkook actually have romantic intentions towards girls.

Did he feel attracted to them? It had never crossed your mind before, but now that Changbin had it labeled as an option, it was as if you couldn’t get the thought out of your head.

And it wasn’t just a one-time occurrence. A few days later you found him cooped up in the library with Sara at his side as they studied the mathematical equations of buildings and helped each other out with their projects. You had joined for a bit, only to feel a bit left out by the conversation and thus opted out early in favour of escaping the rising awkwardness. Not that Jungkook noticed, he never noticed anything.

“Maybe you’re right.” You’d grumbled to Changbin during your art lab a few days later. You had arrived early to class, coffee still steaming in hand, to find the said young man already sitting inside with his final artwork labeled and ready to be submitted on the table.

He looked at you, an eyebrow raising in curiosity, “I’m right about many things,” a smirk graced his face, “do tell.”

“About Jungkook liking girls.”

“No. I said he liked you, that’s a different—“

“It doesn’t matter,” you cut him off, “he doesn’t like me. But he’s—I just realized that maybe he does want a girlfriend. Maybe.”

“What made you say that?”

“He’s been hanging out a lot with a classmate lately,” you shrugged, “it’s just—it feels weird. He never used to be so…social.”

“Good riddance,” Changbin’s smirk grew, which made you throw your pen at his head. It hit him straight on the forehead, “ow! Watch it, woman.”

It was for the best. Really, truly, that Jungkook was expanding his horizons and talking to new people. He couldn’t be in your shadow forever, after all. That was what you kept on repeating yourself as the thoughts replayed through your brain again and again and again. The realization was tough, but change was good. Right?

Change was needed.

And maybe you should change too.

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"Pigs aren't cute. They bathe in mud and carry numerous bacteria and and these bacteria are transferred to humans."

"Pigs are cute!" You gasped, shoving your phone in Jungkook's face to show him an image of said animal, "look at their babies! They're so fluffy and like tiny and small--"

He pushed your hand away in disgust, "you have weird taste in cutness."

"They're this ugly pink but overall they're quite charming, don't you think?" You giggled as you keptbswiping for photo after photo, "oh gosh, look at this one! He has a bow on his head."

“Y/N you have a weird definition of cute.”

You chuckled, “and you are weird, full stop.”

A few days had passed ever since your encounter with Sara and you hadn’t mentioned anything about the said girl since, thinking that it was probably for the best. And plus, Jungkook had the complete right to do whatever he wanted with his life. Yup. You weren’t there to stop him from talking to a pretty girl.

Maybe you should worry about yourself instead, and try not to focus too much on how it was getting harder and harder to get Jungkook’s attention these days.

Not that anything had changed. You still went on your library study sessions and bought boba together after every art history lecture. You still ate friend chicken and pizza while streaming your favorite movie — the same one that Jungkook asked for every week — and you still hung out with each other as though everything was normal.

But you knew it was far from it, something that your social circle of friends also pointed out during one particular lunchtime.

“He’s so peculiar. How do you hang out with him?” asked your good friend Yoona. You had met her during orientation and the two of you had hung out together quite often ever since. She’d even tagged along to some of your famous movie night Fridays, “I mean, not to sound rude but he’s like the kind of guy you’d find in Internet cafes.”

“He’s not all that bad. You just don’t know him well,” you argued as you took a sip of your iced tea.

“Don’t you think he has a crush on you, Y/N?” Another friend, Jimin, asked. He was busy unwrapping his sandwich and flicked his fringe out of his eyes, cocking his head in a way that made you feel a little self-conscious.

Yoona chortled, “no way. I don’t see it. Although…when you think about it, it would make sense why they would end up together.”

“Right?” Jimin added, “it’s clear as day that you guys have feelings for each oth—“

“Bullshit,” you laughed, “I don’t know why you keep mentioning that. And plus, he’s hanging out with this new girl these days.”

“New girl? Who?” Yoona frowned.

��Her name’s Sara Lee. Heard of her before?”

“Oh,” Jimin straightens, “the pretty girl from architecture right? I think everyone’s heard of her. She’s like an influencer or something.”

“Well you know, if you dress up Jungkook nicely…” Yoona trailed off in thought, “I think he has potential.”

“You think? Girl, the ladies in my course have been eyeing him since the start of the new semester. That’s old news,” Jimin rolled his eyes as you stared them down, eyes darting from one face to another as the new information sunk in.

“Wait—“ you interrupted their flow of conversation, “are you—are you actually serious? Jungkook? Potential? What—“

“I’m surprised you haven’t seen it yet, Y/N,” Yoona said as she slurped down her drink, “I mean— this boy just has wardrobe issues. Nothing that a little bit of fixing can’t solve.”

Contrary to your friends, you had never actually thought of Jungkook— seen of him in this light. Which was why you decided to stare him down in your art history lecture right after lunch, cocking your head this way and that as you examined the angles of his face.

In truth, they were right. Jungkook did have potential to be handsome. Because even with those round glasses and that horrible side part of his, you could still catch a glimpse of his jaw line. His build was hidden, but yet still there underneath the curve of his shoulders. His back was broad, that you were sure of and you couldn’t help imagining how he would look like in a v-neck shirt—

Stop. Your slammed down on your thoughts like car brakes. This was Jungkook, for god’s sake. You’d known him as the annoying classmate in high school, the quirky friend who never wore sweaters or casual wear and was always decked in formal attire. This wasn’t about to change now.

“Y/N, you’ve been staring me down since the start of class and it’s starting to creep me out.”

Jungkook’s voice dragged you back to reality. You blinked, catching his eyes as warmth suddenly flushed through the back of your neck.

“Uh—yeah sorry. Was just lost in thought.” Lies. You were definitely checking him out. You wondered whether he actually knew what that word meant. You were just glad he wasn’t the best at reading physical body language or expressions for that matter.

“Can I ask you a question?” You asked suddenly.

He looked hesitant, but nodded.

“What do you think of Sara?”

“What do I think of Sara?” You watched his eyebrows pull into a frown, “I don’t think I understand this question, Y/N.”

“I mean—do you find Sara attractive? Like as a girl?”

Jungkook was silent for a long moment and though you were usually the best at reading him, the expression on his face was one that you couldn’t decipher.

It made your stomach curl with unease.

And when he finally spoke, you swore your stomach twisted in on itself.

“Sara is pretty.”

Your throat suddenly felt dry. You swallowed thickly, bit down onto your lower lip and tried to wonder what the fuck was wrong with you. It wasn’t like you liked Jungkook…right? Right?

“Would you date her?” You asked.

“I have not thought of it. But yes, she is, by every man’s standards, a very good candidate for a girlfriend.”

Ah. So he did know what it meant after all.

“But would you date her?”

“Probably. Yes.” He looked at you then, tilting his head to the side as though trying to decode what was going on inside that head of yours, “why do you ask?”

“Oh, nothing. No reason.” You tried to smile, lips lifting slightly at the corners in hopes that it would fool him.

It did. Without him knowing that somewhere along the seam of your heart was a small hole that ripped apart its seams.

-—-

Part Two >>

#jungkook #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenarios #jungkook headcanons #jungkook fanfic #jungkook drabble #jungkook icons #jungkook imagine #jungkook fic #jk #jk x reader #bts #bts x reader #bts x you #bangtail imagines #bangtan scenarios #bangtan fluff #taehyung #jimin #jimin fluff #changbin #skz #kpop imagine #kpop fanfic #romcom #namjoon

[thecampjuicebox]

Cute lil fic request from @praise-suns-and-chill! Buckle up, this one's a doozy.

Little Love

Pairing: Tav(f) x Astarion

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

Warnings: Pregnancy, vomit, fluff, angst, game spoilers

The cool morning air does nothing to relieve the violent nausea rendering you helpless as you fold over at the abdomen, hand clutching your hair back. The rest of the camp is sound asleep still, the only sound being your retching into the grass. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and straighten. "Gross..". Your lover stirs in your shared tent, head poking out of the front flaps. He scans the area before his eyes settle on your now trembling frame, another bout of nausea turning your face a sickly green color.

"Tav, my love? Are you alright?"

You wave a hand in his direction, bending over again to succumb to the sickness, your ears ringing from the sheer force. Astarion quickly backs into the tent, hands slapping over his ears. "Gods that is horrid." Your nose and throat burn, the taste of hot bile on your tongue. With a groan you smooth your sweaty hair back and carefully straighten again. The pale elf slinks behind you, chalice of water in hand and he presses a gentle kiss to the back of your head. Your teeth chatter at the threat of getting sick again but you grab the cup, taking little sips, your lids fluttering at the relief from the awful taste in your mouth.

"Gods, that's almost a tenday straight, Darling. Are you sure everything is alright?"

You chew your lip for a moment, hesitant to answer.

"Yes, I'm alright. Let's wake everyone up. We've got a very long day ahead of us."

...

Slumping against your bed in the upstairs of the Elfsong Tavern, you kick your boots off, back aching from the events of the past few days. The Absolute has finally fallen. You and your group are free of the parasite for good. After the large brain fell into the Chionthar, you and your group decided to remain in the city to help rebuild the best you could, making your way back to one of the few places still standing. You rub your temples, sighing quietly to yourself. Gale slowly approaches your bed, small plate of food in hand as a kind offering and a thank you for your leadership being a huge factor in stopping the near disaster in the city.

"You looked hungry."

The smell of the food makes your mouth salivate and you reach for the plate, smiling sweetly. You scan the plate, a large piece of meat resting on top of a bed of colorful vegetables, all expertly seasoned and cooked to perfection. You pop a small piece of carrot into your mouth and chew slowly, eyes rolling back at the taste.

"I appreciate you, Gale. Thank you."

Shadowheart pokes her head around the corner, pointing a finger into the air as she speaks.

"Yes, she needs to eat. She is eating for two, after all."

You choke on the bite of food, Gale's eyes widening in surprise. Shadowheart steps closer to your bed, leaning against the ornate wooden footboard. She crosses her arms over her chest and taps her fingers against her bicep, eyeing you carefully. Your eyes flick to Gale and then Shadowheart, little beads of sweat forming above your eyebrows and you tap your fingers against the underside of the shiny silver plate, your appetite suddenly disappearing.

"What are you talking about, Shadowheart? How do you know?"

"I'm a cleric. It's also not hard to spot morning sickness. Or how you've completely skipped your moon blood twice now. It's simple, really."

You sigh and lower your head. "Shit." Shadowheart's eyes narrow at you and she leans in to whisper quietly.

"He doesn't know yet, does he."

Her words are more of a statement rather than a question and regardless, they cause a lump in your throat. You chew your bottom lip and shake your head, tears stinging in the corners of your eyes before freely streaming down your pale cheeks. Gale quickly takes the plate from your hands and frowns. Your hands come up to cover your eyes with your palms and you rub at them slowly, tears moistening your skin. A heavy sigh leaves Shadowheart's lips and she sits beside you, an arm carefully slinking around your waist, her head resting on your shoulder. You sob quietly into your hands. You double over, arms folded into your chest, your forehead almost resting on your knees.

"I'm so scared, Shadowheart. I'm so incredibly scared."

She nods and pulls you closer. Gale takes a seat on your opposite side and reaches up to rub soothing circles into your back, eyes welling up at the state of panic you're in. He pushes your hair behind your ear to free your eyes from the wet strands. You sit up and place your hands on your thighs, chest heaving as you try to control your near hyperventilating breathing, lashes dusted with tears.

"Maybe he'll be excited, you know? Might be fun to have a miniature Tav or Astarion running around, the little terror."

You giggle at Gale's words, eyes quickly snapping forward as the vampire clears his throat and appears in the doorway of your small section of the room. His eyes sparkle with tears and his bottom lip quivers.

"A-A.. A what?"

You pick at your fingers nervously, bottom lip tucked tightly between your teeth. He approaches you cautiously, falling to his knees in front of you and he nuzzles his face into your stomach, a quiet sob leaving his lips. You instinctively place a hand on the back of his head and Shadowheart giggles. Gale quickly wipes his eyes and clears his hoarse throat.

"You're pregnant, Tav? Really? Tell me it's true.. Please tell me it's true."

Astarion looks up at you, eyes puffy and red. You nod and he beams up at you, happy tears freely streaming down his cheeks. You didn't expect him to be so happy. All of your fears melt away in this moment and your heart pounds behind your ribcage. You've always wanted to be a mother. Never did you think it would be with Astarion, however. Hells, you didn't even think it was possible, so you accepted the fact of the matter and loved him regardless, ready to spend your life with the two of you alone. Now everything is different. New. Happy. He stands and quickly pulls you up and into his arms, lifting you off of the floor and twirling you around. Shadowheart and Gale both stand quickly and reach their hands out, ready to catch you on the off chance the vampire accidentally drops you, yelling a fast "Careful Astarion!" You giggle and bury your face into his neck, tears wetting your cheeks and his skin. Your arms grip him tightly, legs wrapping around his waist to stabilize you even more. Halsin, Lae'Zel, Karlach, and Wyll join the commotion, all approaching with confusion written all over their faces. Karlach's eyes widen in realization.

"Oh shit, Soldier. Cat's finally out of the bag?"

Lae'Zel tuts, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head.

"Tsk'va. It took you long enough."

Halsin claps happily, moving forward to wrap both you and Astarion tightly in his muscular arms, lifting the both of you off of the ground.

"Oh, SIlvanus's blessings to both of you!"

You giggle and throw your head back. Halsin sets the two of you down and all of the men of the group gather around Astarion, murmers of "Congrats!" and "How do you feel?" filling the room. The women of the group crowd around you, excited hands rubbing at your belly, little squeals of happiness and Karlach's loud "WOO! LITTLE TAV!" erupting from the group. You and Astarion exchange happy glances and his face contorts in a half annoyed, half angry expression, eyebrows knitting together.

"Hold on, hold on. You ALL knew?!"

#bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion fluff #astarion x tav

[solarkindred]

Sun Wukong x Dragon!Male Reader

An idea stuck in my head. Tempted to make a fanfic(i am considering it as i write this lol) but imma do this first so i get into some kind of flow. Reader will have a name(sorry) but human appearance is up in the air somewhat for you guys.

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Wukong couldn’t help but stare. He never could control his body when Huanglong was involved. It was naturally attracted to the dragon. Be it of awe or affection, he was just had to have Huanglong in his mind.

And now was no different. Sun Wukong, Huanglong and kids were in Pigsy’s Noodles shop. The kids were having an eating competition with Pigsy aggressively scolding them (that by no means is stopping them) while the Monkey King and the Yellow Deity sat in one of the more secluded booths, drinking a soothing tea. Not that it was working since Huanglong was glaring daggers into Sun Wukong’s form.

Sun Wukong glanced away from his… ex-lover? Wukong certainly didn’t consider Huang to be that but it would seem the dragon did. With an avid fury too. Sun Wukong slid further down the seat, face reddening. He took a cup of lukewarm tea and brought it to his lips, biting back a groan of disgust, afraid that if he spoke Huanglong would kill him on the spot.

The stone monkey looked back to Huanglong, taking in the dragon’s human form. His H/C hair was pulled into a messy man bun while the other half cascaded off his shoulders like beautiful waterfalls, bright yellow streaks came from the roots near his forehead. He wore clothes similar to Wukong’s, only black with yellow and gold accents and much more scaly in texture. Huanglong had four orbs floating behind his head, the highest orb being black, the left being blue, the right white and bottom red. Sun Wukong knew they represented Huanglong’s four younger brothers; Ao Shun of the Northern Sea, Ao Guang of the Eastern Sea, Ao Ji of the Western Sea, and Ao Qin of the Southern Sea.

Now, where would Huanglong fit into this family? Well, since his brothers took to the seas, Huanglong took the lands. All of Earth is protected by Huanglong.

It was hefty task that he probably couldn’t take on himself, no matter how hard he tried, Sun Wukong admitted to himself.

“Sun Wukong.”

The stone monkey jumped at the sound of his name, straightening in his seat and curling his tail properly on his lap,”Y-yes?” he squeaked.

“You wanted to speak with me?” Huanglong said slowly, a quiet entrancing hiss in his words. Wukong had will himself to not jump across the table and kiss Huanglong. Gods he missed the sound of his name coming from those lips. “Yes.. yes I did, ahem..” Sun Wukong cleared his throat, once again flushing at the feeling of having Huang’s attention on him. He didn’t notice the tip of his tail swinging.

“I.. I wanted to talk about that day.” Huanglong’s already sour mood turned several degrees more sour, electrifying E/C eyes glaring holes into Sun Wukong,”What about it? There is nothing to say.”

“Come on, Huang. We both know that’s not true..” Wukong tried, already itching to completely change the subject that he brought up. ‘Deep breaths, Wukong. He hasn’t torn your head off yet, you can still do this.’ he comforted himself. Taking a breath, he clutched the cold cup in his hands,”We both have things to say about then. A-and I plan to say them.” He spoke resolutely despite the slight stutter, warm gold eyes steely but wavering, his inner coward was begging him to stop. To run away again. Sun Wukong had always listened to that voice. But today, today was the day he would ignore it and face at least one of his problems.

“… I see.” Huanglong whispered, leaning forward onto the table and placing a gentle hand onto the teapot. His hand glowed slightly and before long the pot was steaming again. He poured the tea into his cup and took a sip,”Then how about we start with you, hm?” The dragon said, half lidded eyes unmoving from Sun Wukong’s.

Sun Wukong gulped, words of retreat bubbled in his throat but he swallowed them down before they could come out,”… Okay,” he cleared his throat and shuffled,”First things first, I want to say I’m sorry.”

Huanglong simply blinked. And Wukong already felt exhausted from those few words. He felt heavy, his armor felt more weighty than before, as did his eyes. He blinked the fatigue that tried to settle in his bones away, sitting up taller and gulping down his chilly tea.

He forced words to spill out of his mouth,”I know… I know a simple apology won’t suffice. It never will and I… fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to leave you there, to fight that demon on your own. I… I’m a fucking idiot. And I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, even if it takes millions of tries and millions of years to do so.” Sun Wukong felt like throwing up. Those few sentences felt like sandpaper on his tongue and sticky bile was climbing up his throat. It wasn’t that he was disgusted by the situation, he was just so violently uncomfortable that he felt sick. The cold tea wasn’t helping…

Huanglong, basically being an expert on Sun Wukong’s behaviors, saw the discomfort in the tan furred immortal. Huanglong’s finger twitched against his cup, hands wanting to cradle Wukong’s face and pepper him in kisses, forgive him for his act of abandonment and just return to how life was before. But his still wounded heart won’t let him, afraid of being hurt again. Instead, Huanglong made a compromise,”I accept this apology.” Wukong seemed to light up at that,”But,” the monkey’s shoulders drooped,”I do expect numerous attempts to fix what you have broken. You broke much more than our relationship. This apology is but a beginning, the end is far.”

Sun Wukong let out a resigned hum but nodded. He went stock still when he felt a warm hand on his. “But, knowing you, my King, the end is never far.” Huanglong smiled fondly as the red that burned brightly on the ear he had whispered to. Leaning back and removing his hand, Huanglong stood from the booth,”Thank you, Pigsy, for your hospitality. I will have to repay you.” he lightly bowed to the short pig, who was holding two noodle-stuffed kids by their throats. The pig smiled,”Ah, don’t worry about that! You’re welcome here anytime.”

Huanglong nodded,”Thank you. I bid you all a farewell.” With that, the legendary dragon disappeared in a sparky display.

MK tilted his head back to wiggle his eyebrows at his mentor, who was still sat at the booth like a statue,”Oooo, someone’s got a crush!” He teased. MK’s tease seemed to bring Sun Wukong back from whatever plane of existence he was, he chuckled, face blooming red,”Hah. I wouldn’t call it a crush, kiddo… it’s complete infatuation.” Wukong hummed dreamily, hearts in his eyes.

MK grimaced,”Ew. Get that look off your face. You look weird.” Wukong didn’t hear him. He was too busy thinking about kissing Huang again.

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“WITHOUT A HEARTBEAT”

Im only on episode three and im already gay for an immortal monkey lmao

#lmk x reader #lmk x male reader #sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x male reader #lego monkie kid #mk lmk #qi xiaotian #monkie kid mk #monkey king #swk is gay as hell #swk also hates confrontation #its the bane of his existence #huanglong is reader #huanglong #yellow dragon #chinese mythology #dragons #pigsy lego monkie kid #lmk pigsy #mei dragon #mei lego monkie kid #lmk mei #yes mei and reader are related #yes reader can use the powers of his brothers + lightning #reader died. which is why reader was so upset at the beginning #reader is very old #reader and swk are gay and hurt #hurt/comfort #does this count?

[maithefluffychicken]

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3

Astarion/Gale Bloodwave.

THE GIFT. Part 3 of ????

It's funny how easily Gale weaves the magic, how easily the words come to him to conjure whatever he needs in the moment. Even in the middle of the battle, with the tadpole carving its way in his brain, Gale doesn't stutter, and the magic transforms itself to become a fireball to incinerate their enemies, or to become a friendly ball of light to illuminate their steps.

Gale finds out, now, here in front of Astarion, that the words come easy to him, yes, but he does stutter under the vampire's red, inquisitive eyes. The wizard shakes his head, says the words again, thanking Mystra for her gift, and makes a flourish with his hands, conjuring a magical seal with arms and fingers.

"Oh, a new spell?" Astarion asks, and Gale relishes in the interest pouring from the pale elf's voice. "What is it, dear? What is- oh?"

Gale hopes this is... not overstepping. He finishes the enchantment, his voice echoing through the Weave into the real world, and looks at Astarion, studying his micro-expression while the spell... succeeds.

In front of Astarion there's an electric blue blob, ethereal energy that starts to take form. His form. Astarion's form.

"Oh, it can't be-" Astarion whispers in awe, his voice trembling, his lower lip quivering. "Is that... is that me?"

The vampire raises his hand, waving his fingers, and the mirror image in front of him does the same. It's the exact image of Astarion, three-dimensional, even his voice is echoed when Astarion talks. Same clothes, same shocked expression, twin reactions that Gale admires and catalogues in his mind, knowing well that he'll never forget the vampire's face as long as he lives.

Astarion's pupils blown wide, his lips half parted. He touches his face with both hands, cold fingertips prodding at the soft flesh of his cheeks, pushing the sking under his eyes. The vampire frowns, smiles, sticks his tongue out, delighted with his magical reflection.

Astarion examines his face carefully, thoroughly; he caresses his lips before opening his mouth and baring his teeth, takes note of his fangs with his index until the skin breaks, and he winces at it, watching how a drop of blood blooms from the wound.

Ignoring the blood, Astarion admires his hair, touches it lightly, turns his head right and left to contemplate the artfully mess of his white curls.

He straightens up, coming back to his usual stance, proud, taking up space, and studies his clothed body, turning around to look at his own butt. Gale can't help but to look at it, too, and blushes when notices Astarion's red eyes fixed on him, a knowing smirk in his pink lips.

"So," Gale starts, his voice fails. Clears his throat while Astarion is once again looking at his face. "Do you like it?"

"Do I like it?" Astarion asks, his voice weak. "Do I like watching my face, my eyes, after two hundreds years of darkness?"

Gale's stomach churns, and for a moment thinks this has been the worst idea ever.

"I was unable to remember my face, Cazador took that as well with everything else... but you have returned it to me. My face. My identity. My hope."

"Astarion..." Gale whispers, and notices that there's a lonely teardrop rolling down Astarion's cheek. Gale can't stop himself, raises his hand to cradle the vampire's cheek and thumbs at it, gathering the tear. Astarion leans into his palm, Gale's heart starts rabbiting in his chest.

"Thank you, Gale of Waterdeep," Astarion whispers against Gale's palm, his own cold hand reaching to wrap his fingers around Gale's wrist. "I need to ask you something, before we... go back to the camp."

"Of course, Astarion, what is it?"

"Is that how you see me?" Astarion asks, looking at Gale through his pale eyelashes. It's similar to that question so long ago. What do you see? This time, Gale can read through him, his antics, his fears. This time, Gale is ready.

"I see you as my everything," Gale sighs, smiling. Astarion's eyes flicker, jumping from Gale's eyes to his lips and to his eyes again. "I don't see your past, when I look at you. Nor your future. I see you, fearsome and beautiful and... everything."

"Darling," Astarion smirks, Gale can still feel the affection in his voice. "Shush now, or you'll make it possible for me to blush."

Gale snorts at that, and Astarion smiles at him, his red eyes bright and wide and too beautiful for this world.

"May I kiss you?" Gale finds himself asking. "I'd love to kiss you now."

"Oh, dear, how could I say no?"

To be continued...???

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