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I Was Heavenstruck

Summary - Wanda takes a liking for a young coffee shop worker. The only issue is, Wanda’s married. word count: 4.7k

Warnings - cheating, mommy wanda, age gap relationship, oral, begging, fighting, obsessed wanda, dom!sub undertones, angst

AN - milf wanda milf wanda milf wanda - I suppose I should post this rather than hiding all my writings in my drafts. Literally have like 3 currently held hostage begging to be let out. Part 2 here

18+ minors/men dni

Coffee shops have always been one of your favorite places. Luckily for you, your little college town had the cutest one. You’d applied nearly the second you’d gotten settled. Now you were happily on your third year of working there. You loved the busy work. It kept your mind occupied and distracted as you could focus on the coffee and making the customers happy. Recently, you found yourself getting slightly distracted at work. There was a woman who came in every morning at the same time. She would order the same cappuccino and chocolate croissant and sit at one of the corner tables while she caught up on emails. Lately, she had begun to get a little chatty. She would stop at the pickup spot, leaning over the counter as she would laugh and ask you about your day. The amount of darlings and sweethearts she used in each sentence never failed to make you blush. While she was older something pulled you towards her. You didn’t notice a ring on her finger. You found yourself quickly falling for her. Now, after two months of the same back and forth you needed more. Your hand shook as you wrote on a napkin your phone number. You placed it on the little dish visible next to the mug. You passed the dish over to her with a slightly shaky hand and a dark blush on your face. Her eyes glistened and riddled with confusion at your nervousness. She hadn’t seen your little note yet.

“Sweetheart, are you feeling okay? Maybe you should take a break. Come sit with me?” She offered as she set the dish down and reached to your arm. You shook your head politely declining. As much as you would love to sit with her, you couldn’t just leave what you were doing. There were other orders needed. She nodded and looked down at her mug as she went to pick it back up. It was her turn to blush as she noticed the note. She hummed a little ‘oh’ of contentment and understanding before hurrying to her typical table.

She was sitting there grinning to herself as she sipped her coffee. She pulled out her phone and you did your best not to stare as you tried to keep occupied. When you felt a buzz from your phone you glanced up at Wanda and your face quickly turned red as you locked eyes. Quickly, you looked away and pulled out your phone to see the notification. It’s from a new number with a simple text. “Hey <3”

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After three days of spending much longer than you would care to admit texting you finally worked up the courage to ask her out. From there you’d decided on sandwiches and a walk in the park after your shift on Friday. Nervous as ever you’d woken up much earlier than anticipated but spent the entire morning anxiously getting ready for work. You did your hair in a half-up half-down look with two pieces in the front. You then did a simple makeup look. You got dressed before heading to work. Watching the time like a hawk, just on cue Wanda came in. She walked to the counter and ordered her usual drink but disregarded the croissant.

Your smile when you saw her had been apparent. She seemed almost as nervous as you as she made simple small talk as you made her coffee. When you passed it to her she smiled and winked before heading to her table. By the time she’d come in you’d have half an hour left of your shift. She waited patiently as she read a book, glancing up at you every once in a while. When you finished your shift she seemed to be lost in her book. You disappeared into the bathroom to put on a bit more of a casual appearance, changing your shirt and stuffing your old one into your purse. Looking into the mirror you took a few deep breaths to gain confidence before walking towards Wanda. She hadn’t even noticed you approaching her until you carefully settled your fingers on her book, pressing it into her lap softly.

“Ready?” You smiled down at her before pulling your bottom lip into your mouth with a nervous giggle. She nodded excitedly and shut her book, putting it into her bag before standing up.

“Ready.” She hummed and looked down at you now. She stood just a few inches taller than you which always made you blush. Her hand reached down and held yours confidently as if they were meant to be that way. She then softly tugged you out of the cafe and outside. Once outside she smiled down at you. “Where to?” You smiled and led her to your favorite sandwich shop. The conversation flowed easily as she confidently led you around. Anytime you would move too slowly a soft squeeze would be applied to your hand as a reminder, causing you to hurry next to her side again. The two of you walked closely, arms brushing every once in a while. The touch barrier is typically broken after several dates have been broken almost instantly with Wanda’s constant desire to be close to you. You didn’t mind it though. Her closeness and gentle grazes and touches made you feel comfortable as you moved down the busy streets. Eventually, you made your way to the park. She led you to a blanket with a small picnic basket and a bouquet on top. How she had set this up without you knowing and had nothing happen to it surprised you. You grinned excitedly as she handed you the fresh pink tulips. You practically squeezed with excitement and wrapped your arms around her engulfing her in a hug. She pressed a gentle kiss to your temple as you spoke. The action causes you to stutter slightly.

“I’ve never been given flowers before.” You muttered softly and she smiled at you before wrinkling her eyebrows in confusion.

“A pretty girl like you deserves flowers. What a shame. I’ll just have to fulfill that desire for you now.” She said with a little wink as she sat down. She motioned next to her for you to sit and you obliged, setting the flowers next to you. “Any other desires you need to be fulfilled, pretty girl?” She asked with a small smirk on her face. You blushed a bright shade and quickly looked away from her gaze. Flustered, you reached for the sandwiches and passed her hers. She grabbed the picnic basket and opened it. Inside she pulled out some fresh strawberries she had sliced up, a small container of veggies and hummus, and a bottle of wine with two glasses. You giggled when you saw the wine and bit your bottom lip slightly.

“Wanda is like barely noon.” You teased her for her drink of choice. You’d just barely turned 21 and despite how many college kids behaved you rarely drank underage. It had all been very new to you. She just chuckled and poured two small glasses, passing one towards you. You two fell into a simple conversation as you ate happily. Eventually, somehow you ended up lying, looking up at the clouds with your head in Wanda’s lap. Her fingers tangled delicately through your hair as she relaxed in the closeness. From an outside perspective, you two were moving quite quickly. But in reality, this was months of pining and small talk. Finally, you two were able to be close and together. When Wanda’s phone rang for the third time in a row neither of you could ignore it anymore. You reached over and grabbed it for her, passing it to her. You tried not to be nosy and avoided looking at the screen to see who was calling. She declined the call and set the phone to the side. You thought for a second before looking up at her, deciding to ask.

“Who’s in such a need for your attention?” You asked as you took her hand that wasn’t tangled in your hair into your own hands. Softly you played with her fingers, directing your attention to the clouds.

“Other than you? Nobody that deserves it.” She stated simply as she smiled down at you. You smiled at the answer before sitting up and flipping around to face her. You kicked your legs over hers carefully draping them over her lap. Her hands rested on your legs with a smile.

“Hmm.” You thought out loud as you leaned in a little bit. “I want you to tell me something.” You stated as you reached up to her hands with one of yours.

“Mmhm.” She hummed in response, causing you to continue.

“I want you to tell me a secret. Something no one else knows.” You said as a matter of fact. She chuckled at you and raised one of her eyebrows.

“No one else, huh.” She questioned as she leaned in a tiny bit. You nodded in response as you awaited her answer. “I want to kiss you right now.” She replied in a little whisper as she glanced down at your lips. You wasted no time as you quickly closed the gap between you. She immediately kissed back as one of her hands moved to your waist and the other settled on the back of your head. It was gentle and sweet. Delicate almost. She didn’t want to spook you too much. You weren’t exactly satisfied with her softness. When she pulled away you glanced back and forth between her lips and her eyes.

“Wanna know my secret?” You asked, desperation heard through your voice. She just nodded as the scene unfolded in front of her. Carefully you made your way to straddling her lap. Her breath hitched in her throat as it was finally your turn to fluster her. “I want you to kiss me, kiss me, Wanda.” You stated as your finger pressed into the center of her chest softly. She leaned in to kiss you again. This time it was real. It was passionate and deep and everything you could ask for. Her hands grabbed at your hips as she pulled you closer, your body’s flush. Her tongue swooped against your bottom lip, eagerly seeking entrance. You obliged happily as your hips ground softly against her. When you two eventually pulled away you became suddenly very aware of your public presence. You blushed red as you glanced around before hiding your face in the crook of her neck. She held you close as her hand found a slow pattern tracing up and down your back.

The next few days were electric. Then weeks passed and you continued strong. You’d hit the three month mark of your first date last Friday and you just felt more encapsulated with Wanda's aura than ever before. Sometimes after your shift ends you two would walk around the shops that line the street. Other times it was late and you just needed a break from the textbooks. You would end up tangled up in the backseat of her car like a high school couple hiding from the world. Your favorites have been when she shows up for her usual at work. Several minutes after she’s served, you take a ‘break’ and disappear off into the bathroom for hidden kisses. Never once have you gone all the way though. And never once has the conversation of going to either of your houses come up: Until today.

When Wanda came in for her usual you saw her and a big smile grew across your face at the sight of her. It quickly faded as you noticed her discomfort. You frowned in confusion as you saw the man surprisingly close to her. His hand rested on her back as they quietly discussed their orders. Wanda looked quite uncomfortable but you didn’t notice as you were trying to figure out who the man with her was. You knew you recognized him but weren’t sure where from. When he came to order you immediately realized.

“We’ll take a cappuccino and,” he started but you quickly cut him off.

“Vision?” You asked confused before gasping. “Vision. No way.” You exclaimed. Wanda’s confusion was evident as you two shared shocked expressions and surprised laughter.

“Wow! Oh my gosh! What are you doing here? Wow. Wanda!” He exclaimed as he looked down at her. “Our families were quite close when we were young! They still are but after college started I kinda disappeared into my own world.” He said as he shook his head. “We practically grew up together. Well, she is several years younger than me but you know.” He teased slightly before looking back at you. “This is my wife, Wanda.” He smiled. The words hit you heavily and suddenly you noticed all of Wanda’s discomfort. She was married. Your smile faded and you heard the blood rushing in your ears. You covered it well as he happily carried on.

“Yeah, uh, we’ve met sorta.” You said with a squinted look. “She’s quite the regular here.” You said with a faint laugh.

“We have to catch up soon.” He said suddenly and you just nodded sheepishly. “Friday. We’re having a little party. It’d be great to have you. Bring a plus one if you’d like? Boyfriend? Friend? Whatever.” You just nodded in agreement before smiling lightly. You scribbled down your phone number before sliding it to him and mumbling about getting their orders. They ordered it to go before leaving. The look on Wanda’s face stuck with you. How could she not have mentioned she was married? What was she doing with you?

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Friday came quicker than you’d expected. Throughout the rest of the week, you’d avoided Wanda: Her calls, her desperate texts, even your typical work hours. What you couldn’t stay away from was Friday. But you had a plan. Natasha. Your best friend. You’d asked her for a favor and she was quick to agree. Vision had approved you bringing a guest so there you did. You had a bottle of wine in your hand. You both were dressed quite nicely. Natasha in a tight red dress that complimented her hair nicely and accentuated her chest and ass. You were wearing clothes nicer than you’d put on in forever. A tight black dress that hugged your hips just perfectly and left your chest quite out and exposed. Despite your pleas of denial Natasha had encouraged you to wear heals and boy did they do wonders for your legs. You knocked on the door and waited nervously. Wanda opened it with a desperate but nervous smile. It faded when she noticed you had a plus one. She was wearing a white jumpsuit, a little more conservative than you two but it had you blushing anyways. You exchanged awkward highs and smiles. She let you in with a fake smile as she attempted to seem normal.

“This is Natasha. My girlfriend.” You smiled fakely as you watched them introduce themselves.

“Your girlfriend! Wow yes. So nice to meet you.” Wanda bore fakely through gritted teeth. She knew you didn’t have a girlfriend. Vision didn’t. And you planned on making the whole scene very convincing. You two entered and Vision made his appearance. You and Natasha were quickly pulled off into a conversation, weaving your way throughout the crowded house. You both found drinks and made attempts at casual conversation with people. Natasha made the practice of being extremely touchy. She would lean down and whisper in your ear which caused shivers down your spine. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you blush. Wanda watched the two of you interact from her place as she sipped her drink quietly. The quick kisses you and Natasha would share and her quite apparent hand on your ass caused Wanda to squirm from across the room. Your drinks were set down as you two moved off to the side of the crowd. Her hands roamed across your body as if there was no one else in the room. She leaned down and whispered in your ear causing you to blush deeply.

“Who knew this would all come so naturally.” She paused, her hands settling on your hips as she pulled your body’s flush. “I want more.” She whispered before leaning down to kiss you deeply. Thus began a heavy make-out. Her tongue made a quick fashion of taking control of the kiss. You moaned as you opened your mouth further. Your hand tangled softly in her hair as she squeezed at your ass. You grumbled a little when she eventually pulled away. She wasn’t done yet. She leaned down once more to whisper in your ear. “Forget Wanda. I could treat you so right baby. Let’s just get out of here.” Your eyes flickered over to where Wanda was standing as you made accidental eye contact. She was schaithing as she faked enjoyment with the people surrounding her. Her eyes rarely left you. You couldn’t even tell if this was all an act anymore or not. You didn’t even have a chance to consider the proposition Natasha had put up when Wanda practically stormed over. She seemed to have taken your eye contact as a signal to come over. A giant smile plastered on her face when she reached out and touched your arm.

“Honey, can we step over here for a second? I’d love to just have a word with you?” She asked as her arm slid down to your hand, gripping it tightly. She didn’t wait for a response as she began pulling you off down a hallway and away from everyone. You glanced back at Natasha and all she did was wink. The house was bigger than you’d expected it to be. She looked around making sure no one was paying attention before pulling you up the stairs. She tugged you into the nearest room and you clumsily fell into her embrace. She shut the door, catching you carefully before pushing you up against the wall. “What the hell is all this?” She started, as if she was allowed to be the person upset here. Your eyes avoided her as you looked around the room, noticing a bed and dresser you were suddenly fearful she had brought you into her bedroom. The one she shared with her husband. “Oh don’t get your panties all tied in a knot, this is the guest room.” She said coldly as she shook her head. You pulled against her grip causing her to just tighten it. You looked up into her eyes as you struggled with what to even say. Her cold demeanor dropped suddenly as she sighed. Her hands fell to her sides and her eyes looked into yours, now glossy.

“When were you planning on telling me you were married?” You started, cautiously. “That you have this whole extravagant life. And you just sneak around with me.” You groaned. “Because you’re married!” You practically yelled causing Wanda to quickly snap her hand up and cover your mouth.

“Shh.” She hushed you softly. You shook your head, shaking her hand off of your face as you swatted at her.

“Don’t shush me.” You growled as you frowned. She sighed and took a step back, giving you a little bit of space. Your arms fell to your sides in defeat as you finally showed how you really felt. The pit in your stomach grew as you spoke quietly. “I just thought it was real.” You looked away from her and shook your head as tears filled your eyes. “Was any of it even real?” You asked, not even sure if you’d want to know the answer. She stepped back towards you again and cupped your face softly.

“Sweetheart, it was real. It was all real.” She said, her voice cracking as she spoke. “It was more real than anything I’ve felt in so,” she sighed. “So long.” You finally looked back into her eyes. They were glossy as tears threatened to fall. “I got in too deep.” She whispered. “I fucked up Detka. It was never supposed to go as far as it did.” She now looked away from you, feeling guilty. “You were just supposed to be my little distraction in the morning. My beaming ray of sunshine I would get to enjoy with my coffee. I fell for you though. I hoped the date would be terrible and would push us apart and I would lose interest.” She looked back at you. You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth and frowned. “I didn’t. In fact, I grew to really quite adore you.” She smiled a tiny bit. It was a sad, guilty smile that faded when she saw your frown. Her thumb wiped your tears away and she kissed your cheek repeatedly.

“You used me Wanda. You used me as a distraction from your sad, boring life, and unhappy marriage.” Your words were cold and mean. They took her by surprise but she knew it all already. She frowned and sighed.

“Please sweetheart. You have to forgive me.” She pleaded, her hands sliding down your face and down your arms to your hands. The tears that had been threatening to escape finally fell. She gripped your hands tightly in hers as she began to beg. “Please.” She leaned forward again and began to kiss at your face and neck. Between each kiss a beg or plead would follow. Her hands moved to your hips and back to your ass. Her hands stilled as she leaned to whisper in your ear. “It can be our little secret Detka. No one has to know.” She nipped at your earlobe slightly, causing you to groan. You felt sick sneaking around like this. Though there was something that drew you to the situation so strongly. It pulled and urged you against all of your better judgment. You broke, nodding weakly. She saw you nod and gasped relieved as she kissed you deeply, passionately. It was a kind of desperation you had never felt from her before. The feeling suffocated you. Her utter obsession with you fueled a fire in you you hadn’t ever even dreamt of. She dropped to her knees, looking up to you with desperate eyes.

“Let me thank you.” She murmured, her hands sliding up your thighs underneath your dress. You groaned at her touches and nodded again as your hand went to her hair. It gently tangled in her curls as she left wet kisses up your thighs. You separated your legs a little as you leaned up against the wall. She pulled your panties down your thighs and faked a gasp at the wet spot on them. “I’ve barely even touched you sweetheart.” She teased and stuffed your panties into her pocket, not planning on giving them back. You whined softly as you pulled her head closer to where you needed it. She immediately gave you the attention you deserved. She lifted your leg over her shoulder for easier access. Her head was immediately buried in your cunt as she licked moved as if she was starved. Her tongue moved skillfully through your folds and around your clit. You had to hold back gasps and moans as you fell back against the wall harder. A hand covered your mouth to stifle the moanes she created as she hungrily ate between your thighs. Your hand held tighter in her hair as you pulled her closely, directing her to what you liked. You could feel her smiling below you, this caused you to blush a dark color as you closed your eyes tightly. The embarrassment washed away as you only felt pleasure. Her tongue brought you to a quick orgasm. You bit down on your hand softly to muffle the moans she was so easily eliciting from your body. As you came down from the high you nearly fell over. She was quick to catch you as she held you up carefully. Your eyes were still closed as you leaned your head against the door, catching your breath tiredly. She wiped her face a little as she chuckled at your exhaustion. She leaned forward kissing you deeply. You kissed back with desire. You moaned as you tasted yourself on her. You whined into the kiss as it turned sloppy. She pulled you into her arms, holding you closely as you snuggled into her embrace, leaning your entire body weight on her.

“Come here darling.” She whispered soothingly as she held you. “Mommy’s got you.” She whispered instinctively. The nickname she used on herself caught you a little off guard at first. But you smiled and blushed at the comfort and fuzzy feelings you were feeling. She lifted you carefully and walked you to the bed before gently setting you down. You laid back on the bed and reached for her to lay with you. She stayed standing though and tried to part from your body. When she tried to let go of you your eyes snapped open and you whined.

“No mommy.” You complained and grabbed her clothes. She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, soothing your worries.

“I’m just going to grab some things to clean you up sweetheart I’ll be right back.” She whispered, causing you to reluctantly let go of her. She disappeared into the bathroom and was gone far too long as she collected some things. She returned only a moment later and sat down next to you. You squirmed up against her and she made gentle work of cleaning you up. Her hands gripped at your thighs causing you to instinctively open them for her, whining at the touch. She gently wiped you up before setting the wash cloth aside and carefully taking off your makeup. Your eyes stayed closed as you drifted off into a relaxed, sleepy state. When she finished she peppered soft kisses across your face before stopping at your lips. Her tongue was immediately seeking entrance again, causing you to moan and press your legs together once again. She pulled away when she noticed your reaction, tisking you no softly.

“Mommy’s sorry honey, no more tonight.” She hummed and soothed your cheek. You nodded and looked up at her with big eyes.

“The party.” You looked up with concern. She shook her head a little with a sweet smile.

“I have it handled. I’ll be right back okay?” She assured you as she waited to leave your embrace until you approved. You nodded and she stood up. She went to the mirror and fixed up her appearance. You turned your body so you could watch her, a small smile on your face. She smiled back at you before leaving the room and going downstairs. She explained to Vision that you were quite ill and would have to stay the night. When he offered to come up and help she politely declined, explaining how he needed to stay to finish up the party. He agreed and Wanda returned upstairs. She stopped in her room first and grabbed some pajamas before returning to the guest room, locking the door behind her. You reached for her impatiently, whines leaving your lips.

“Come here.” You murmured, clinging onto her jumpsuit when she was within reach. She stood next to the bed while you nuzzled your face up against her thigh. She took your phone from you one hair playing softly though your hair.

“What’s your password honey?” She asked, causing you to mumble it out. She typed it in before finding Natasha’s contact. She sent her a text saying she could leave and you would be alright for the night. You didn’t even question what Wanda was doing on your phone, all you cared about was being close to the older woman. She then set to work getting you out of your dress and into some comfortable clothes. All of her touches felt like fire on your body. You squirmed beneath her as her fingers grazed up your thighs. She then stepped back and changed out of her clothes. You watched in awe, biting your bottom lip as she stripped in front of you. Her confidence radiated as she didn’t even hesitate changing with your watchful eyes. When she finished she climbed in bed behind you. You scooted back against her body as she pulled you flush against her. You relaxed in her embrace, falling asleep quickly. All of your comfort would be taken away though in just a few short hours when she had to return to bed with her husband.

[hey-august]

I'm comin' apart at the seams | (Buggy x OC)

Ahhhhh, this is a birthday gift for @rorywritesjunk 🎁 I hope you like it even though it's not birthday-themed.

I chose Sunny because she's just the sweetest and I thought she'd fit this story well. I'm sure she's ooc, but I hope I captured her spirit. 🩷

Word count: ~1.8k

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x OC, buggy x sunny!!, fem OC, mentions of PIV sex, dadbod buggy

(Presumptive tag for @paperclippedmime since you were curious about the apples 👀)

Title from "Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes" by Fall Out Boy

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Something was wrong. Something has been wrong. And Buggy wasn’t sure how much longer he could hide it from Sunny. It started small. An extra shimmy to pull on his pants. A deep exhale to reach the usual notch on his belt. Unbuttoning his pants after a big meal. Then his shirts felt a little snug. Pulling on the sleeves and the bottom hem would help, but only for so long. Soon, he couldn’t tighten his belt to the same spot. The problem was growing.

Sunny made such tasty food, it was hard for Buggy to decline. Not only was the pirate addicted to his wife’s cooking, but to the smile she’d bestow when he complimented her skills. Treats came with a kiss on the cheek. Snacks were ready when his stomach grumbled. She’d set out a pastry with his morning coffee. Sunny always knew what Buggy was in the mood for before he knew. And it was always delicious.

Buggy stared at himself in the full length mirror, twisting and turning to assess the full extent of his indulgences. Was his rear always that round? Was the belly pooch new? He poked his stomach, wondering what was from years of yeasty beer and rum and what was from married life. Regardless of where the excess came from, Buggy was resolved to get rid of it before Sunny noticed.

He started by waking up before her. As the sun started to crest the horizon, Buggy would slip out of bed bit by bit and limb by limb. It was tedious, but the slow retreat kept the bed from shifting too much and allowed Sunny to stay wrapped in sleep. Once out of bed, Buggy would jog around the deck with a deep scowl on his face - a warning that anyone else awake at this hour should keep their mouth shut. He’d keep an eye on the sun’s journey and sneak back into the room just in time for Sunny to roll over and assume her husband had also just woken up and gotten out of bed.

The morning excursions weren’t enough, though, and Buggy was worried that Sunny would notice. That she would think Buggy is letting himself go. That she could do better than some chubby clown. The ache from that possible future pushed the pirate to do something he never dreamed of doing - turning down some of Sunny’s treats. The morning pastry would be ripped half to share with Sunny, even when it was his favorite one dusted in powdered sugar. (He’d still lick the sugar off his fingers, though.) Buggy would only take a bite of what Sunny would offer him and go on a tangent about how it was too good and he wanted to save space to eat it later.

Buggy might have gotten away with it all if it wasn’t for the apples. The goddamn apples.

Sunny stared at the uneaten food left on Buggy’s desk. It was a small plate with one of his favorite snacks - apple slices and peanut butter. And he didn’t take a single bite. Sunny knew her husband usually got hungry around this time of day. He hadn’t been eating well recently, so she made it look extra enticing. She peeled some of the bright red skin, leaving behind little shapes that made the slices look like bunnies. They were placed in a circle, facing the spoonful of peanut butter smeared on the center of the plate. What were once happy grazing bunnies were now oxidized bits of fruit surrounding an oily lump of ground nuts.

Footsteps entered the room behind her and Sunny turned to see Buggy. All the emotions and thoughts swirling through her burst out in one confused and upset question.

“Do you not like me anymore?”

Sunny usually wasn’t the one to carry the self-doubt in this relationship. She held the other end of that rope, doting on Buggy and reminding him of her love. But weeks of her husband sneaking away every morning, turning down the food she made him, not wanting to bathe with her, and pulling away when all she wanted was a hug had worn her down. Sunny felt raw and exposed. She felt like a forgotten apple slice.

The question wasn’t answered with words, but an embrace. Buggy wrapped his arms around her, placed a hand on the back of her head, and held her close. This was what Sunny would do whenever Buggy spouted similar fears.

“Why would you ever think that?” He asked her the same question she asked him.

“You didn’t eat your snack, Buggy.” 

“I just forgot about it.” Buggy followed the fib by popping a soggy apple bunny in his mouth. “That can’t be the only reason, is it?”

Sunny shook her head against his chest, listening to the conflicted voices in her head. One told her to stop now and just enjoy the moment and enjoy the hug. The other told her that this wasn’t enough. Deciding both were right, Sunny wrapped her arms around Buggy’s waist and squeezed. She felt Buggy stiffen and try to pull away, but she held him tighter until her arms began to burn with the effort.

“No, not yet. I feel like you’ve been avoiding me,” Sunny finally confessed against his chest.

Buggy pried himself from Sunny’s hold before responding. “Never! I always want to be near you. In fact, you’re the one that banned me from the kitchen that one time.”

“You sneak out of bed early every morning.” Sunny felt a little bit of satisfaction watching the color drain from the unpainted parts of his face. “Babe, you're everywhere when you sleep. We're always touching, of course I’m going to notice when you leave, no matter how clever you think you’re being.”

Buggy opened his mouth to respond, but Sunny grabbed his hands and kept going. “Honestly, I don’t mind if you have secrets. You should have your own things, Buggy, but this feels like it involves me. Is there anything that I should know?”

“I don’t want you to leave me. I don’t want you to realize that I’m not good enough for you and then you go and find a better, more sexy pirate husband, who dresses well and wears glasses and his clothes fit…” The words exploded out of Buggy’s mouth, squeezed by the anxiety wrapped around him. He tugged at the stomach of his shirt, trying to alleviate some of the constricting feeling.

The words continued even when Sunny tried to stop them with her lips. The flow only ceased when Sunny held his face in her hands, pulling his gaze to her own.

“Buggy, I already have a sexy pirate husband. I don’t want a different one.”

“R-really? Even if…?”

“Even if what? I love you as you are.” Sunny’s words were just like her. Warm, comforting, and honest. Lingering doubts that couldn’t be eased away with words, were soothed with actions later that evening. 

Buggy sat on the edge of his desk with Sunny’s fingers tangled in his hair. Tugging his head back, she trailed kisses down his neck. Airy groans buzzed under her lips until she reached the collar of his shirt. Rather than waiting for him to disrobe, Sunny kept going. Running her hands along his soft stomach, through the hair on his chest, and back down to the hem of the shirt so she could pull it off. 

Any protests from Buggy were kept at bay with more kisses and nips, anything to keep his mouth occupied with something other than words. Once the shirt was off, the kisses traveled down to adorn his chest and decorate the stomach he still felt sensitive about. Sunny could feel the tension in his body, the conflict of whether or not he should suck in his gut, and the desire to enjoy the moment. 

Sweet words and descriptions of what lay in store for the evening were mumbled against Buggy’s body. How she likes holding his hips while sucking him off, that she loves to watch how his body moves when she’s bouncing on top of him, the way she feels so deliciously overpowered when he’s thrusting into her from behind and his heaviness presses her into the mattress. Again, words turned into actions, ones that had Buggy’s eyes rolling into the back of his head and Sunny crying his name throughout the night.

Buggy slept in the next morning. It was the first time in a long while and it felt good. Rolling over in bed, the pirate was surprised to see Sunny already awake and busy with a project. She was sewing something. Her skilled movements brought a lazy smile to Buggy’s face as he watched his wife.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

“I think you mean sexy, pirate husband,” Buggy said in a low morning voice, earning a chuckle in response. “Whatcha doing?”

“I put a bit of elastic in your pants so they’re more comfortable. They’ll fit the same, just with a bit more stretch, see?” She held them up and demonstrated.

Feeling a quiver in his lip, Buggy wiggled closer to Sunny so he could wrap her in his arms and press his face into her abdomen. She placed a hand on his head and listened to the words he spoke against her body. They were muffled, but Sunny knew what he was saying.

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Sunny joined Buggy on his morning jog exactly one time. Not because she didn’t enjoy it - quite the opposite, actually - but because she was unprepared. She wasn’t ready for what the pirate captain’s workout entailed.

His outfit was the first surprise. Tube socks, shorts that showed a teasing amount of thigh, a sleeveless shirt, a high ponytail, and a sweatband. Sunny didn’t even know he had some of these articles of clothing, let alone that he'd be so comfortable in them. The outfit was a gift that kept giving. The shorts crept up his legs as he moved. The top kept his shoulders and arms on display. Even though the sweatband was doing its job, sometimes Buggy would pull his shirt up and wipe the moisture from his face, giving Sunny a full view of his glistening body.

And then there were the exercises Buggy did. In addition to the jogging, he added in a few other sets. Lunges up the stairs that worked his glutes. Push-ups that flexed his arms and came with tantalizing grunts. And the worst (or was it the best) was climbing the ship’s rigging. He moved with the skill and instinct that comes from a life at sea. And it was a turn on. When Buggy got back on the deck, he pulled up his shirt to wipe his face, yet again, and Sunny had to pull him below deck for a different kind of workout.

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“Ne, S/o-senpai, what brings you back to the academy?” Kobayashi tied her hair back into a high ponytail, the towel wrapped firmly around her body as she looked up at you, “did you hear about the 92nd Generation?” 

“Yes, they all seem like very lively people,” you rinsed your body with the warm water as you scrubbed at your arms and legs, “Yukihira Soma was it? He sounds really interesting, his fiery hair would make a great addition to the magazines. I actually came back to see all of you guys.” 

You wiped yourself down before wrapping your body with a towel and walked towards the sauna with Kobayashi. Manami was standing outside of the baths since she felt that it would bring too much shame to her if she were to ever look at your naked body. You sat down within the steaming room and crossed your leg over the other. 

“How has things been for you guys? It must have been a huge change since Director Azami came back.” Your gaze darkened at the mention of his name but you kept your cheery persona in front of Kobayashi. You weren’t a major fan of the new change to Totsuki as you were frustrated to see many of it’s promising students become mere slaves to culinary cooking. 

You leaned your chin against the back of your hand in thought. Cooking was a passion for you, a passion just like everything else, something to be kindled and kept ablaze before it burns out completely. You had already seen firsthand what it meant to lose all passion within the world of cooking and it terrified you to the core, hence why you had picked up a secondary hobby to balance out your love for cooking. 

“With all the work piling up I usually give it to Tsukasa,” Kobayashi waved her hand around, “most of us do that since Tsukasa is the only one to do all the work.” 

“You guys are sadists to the man,” you chuckled, “I was trying to call him a couple of times, but they are often cut short due to my schedule. I’m glad to be able to spend the week with you all, but business calls so I’m going to need all of you to model for me!” 

“Sounds great! I’ve been needing a new dress ever since Director Azami has been inviting all the other graduates for parties every week.” 

The two of you sat in relative silence to order to relax in the hot sauna until there was a knock on the door. The door opened up to reveal the other two members of the Elite Ten, Akanegakubo Momo and Kinokuni Nene. Both of them were also wrapped in their own towels and Akanegakubo was carrying her Bucchi in her arms, her eyes lighting up in excitement when she saw you. 

“S/o-senpai! I didn’t think you were actually here until Tsukasa-senpai told us you had arrived just earlier.” Kinokuni pushed up her steaming glasses as she sat next to you. 

“Senpai, you visit us more often! Bucchi says they miss you so much! They miss your cooking!” Akanegakubo gripped onto her Bucchi tightly, almost ripping off the poor animal’s arms off when manipulating them to different poses while she sat on the other side of the room next to Kobayashi. “Are you going to be joining us to watch Central and the Rebels?”

“Hmm. . . Perhaps. I am deeply interested in what the 92nd Generation has to offer.” As much as Central would have liked you to join in their cause, you would have to firmly decline all of their advances. You didn’t want to directly state that you were partially rooting for the Rebels since you were a mere graduate, but you believed that cooking deserves freedom in order to grow. 

“Oh! S/o-senpai and I have been here for a while, we’re gonna go out to get a drink!” Kobayashi grabbed onto your wrist and dragged you out of the sauna despite the others displeasure of her handling you in such a way. You only waved at them, you never really liked the massive formalities and being with Kobayashi felt like a breath of fresh air from your career. 

“Rin-chan, the water is the other way,” You pointed towards the other side of the bathhouse but she seemed to be focused on going into the public baths, “if you wanted to bathe you could have also brought the others.”

“Haha! But they’re such blockheads, it’s more fun just the two of us right? Besides, I still haven’t beaten you in the Inferno Pool yet!” Kobayashi grinned while you stared at her in shock before nodding.

“You’re right, it is a lot more fun. You’re on!” Kobayashi’s smile only seemed to grow wider as she opened the door to the baths. 

The Polar Dorm students stared at the two of you in utter shock while you and Kobayashi deadpanned. The girls comedically stared at your towel-covered breasts. 

“Wow, Tadokoro-chan and her merry band of friends!” Kobayashi called out. 

“Rindo-senpai!” The blue-haired female which you heard was Tadokoro looked both of you in surprise while also panicking internally. 

“Oh, the Nakiri-chans too.” 

“Why are you here?” Erina narrowed her eyes towards Kobayashi while you stood by her side. 

“That should be my line. Who knew the fine young ladies of the Nakiri family would come to the public bath while I was holed up in the sauna? That reminds me. . . I heard an interesting rumor that Miss Erina has run away from home.” Kobayashi placed her hands on her hips as she shook her head, “that wouldn’t be true would it?” 

"Excuse me, would it be possible for you to not inform Azami-dono that you saw Erina-sama with Polar Star Dormitory students?" Hisako stood up from the baths, her hands close to her chest as she tried to defend Erina from one of the Central members. 

“Let me think. . . What if I agree on one condition?” You yawned as you listened to the conversation, clearly left out since you weren’t a student here anymore. 

Erina looked up at Kobayashi in surprise, “eh?”

“Look, this place’s known for it’s really hot bath. I hate the cold, but I’m pretty good at heat tolerance. The only person I haven’t beaten is S/o-senpai!” Kobayashi raised one of her fingers up to emphasize while the other pointed at you, “lets have a tolerance contest, Nakiri-chan. If you can beat me, I’ll keep my mouth shut.” 

You sighed before dipping yourself into the Inferno Pool, your muscles relaxing as you felt unaffected by the heat. It has been a long time since you been to this bath, the last time you went here was when you were in your third year of Totsuki and Kobayashi invited you. This brings back really nice memories. You silently watched as Nakiri pushed herself into the Inferno Pool, her face already growing red and you assumed she was going to pass out any minute. 

“Oh? You’re pretty tough, Nakiri-chan.” Kobayashi commented. 

Erina was trying to do breathing exercises, but it proved to be very difficult when her body felt like it was being fried like tempura. You noticed the way she turned away from Kobayashi as her face turned into a fresh, red tomato. The moment she sunk under the water, Kobayashi already pulled herself out of the bath. 

“Alright, that was pretty hot. It just wasn’t the best idea after the sauna.” You raised your eyebrow at her obvious lie, but it seems like the others didn’t want to believe she was faking it. She walked out of the bath as you followed suite, the heat already cooling off of your body as you wrapped your towel back on. 

"Yeah, I acknowledge defeat, but Nakiri-chan, don't you feel a little less tired and worried now?” Kobayashi lifted the towel around her body as the other students crowded around Erina to see if she was okay, “just kidding. Oh, don't worry. As promised, I won't say anything to Director Azami. Oh, and you should avoid the sauna, there are some blockheads in there." 

The red-haired female waved at them while you smiled.

“We couldn’t talk this time, but I hope to see you all this week.” After that you and Kobayashi arrived back at the sauna to where Kinokuni and Akanegakubo sat next to each other in distaste. Without you, they refused to even cooperate with each other. 

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ pampered;; he takes such good care of you, you can't help but wonder why.

wc;; 730

There's really no other way to explain this. . . but Izuku has a bad habit of spoiling you. it’s what you would call it in the beginning at least. 

Fully catered dates, cars to get you to somewhere and back, shopping sprees, resort stays, he's done it all for you happily. He only asks that you document it well and take good care of yourself, he wants to know you’re happy. It's a wonder no one’s accused you of gold digging early in your relationship, but even then, you’d still accept it in gladness and a deaf ear. 

The truth doesn’t come to light until you see him looking ragged one day after a cruise. He's there to greet you, and he looks—off. With the eyebags, he’s still handsome, you’re just in belief that Mindjack rocks them a bit better. You stroke his cheek when you approach him, smiling when he kisses your wrist and says he’s missed you. You don’t bring it up until you get in the car, prodding lightly as he waves it off. Long week, he says, and stupidly, you believe it. 

It’s not until you see it that you realize what it is. 

He's had a rough week. You see it in entirety when you arrive home. There's reporters giving backhanded comments about it, the decline while you were away, things from days ago, asking if it’s sustainable or whatever. You could wring their necks, but for now, you want to focus on him. 

You find him later by creeping around a corner; you see his forehead on the wall, shoulders rounded as he favors a side, clearly, when it occurs to you.

You’ve never seen him like this. 

Your eyes eat every piece of information you can find; the bulkiness of a bandage around his chest, his wrapped hand, the mottled bruise on his arms. Your poor baby has been down to hell and back. You graze against the wall trying to get to him and he jumps. That never happens either, danger sense always detects you and he makes a game out of it. But it’s not that that makes you sad, it’s the way he hides everything you’ve found. 

He’s straighter, his hand’s behind his back now, he’s smiling. It’s all fake and you feel crushed by it. “Hi, baby,” he says, scratching at his nape, “ordered in tonight, hope you don’t mind.” you shake your head and he nods. “Cool, I'm uh, just gonna. . . want me to take your bag up?” he leans over to grab your heavy suitcase and you tut softly seeing the way he winces. 

“No, I really don’t.” you can tell it hits him a little, “what—what happened while i was away, ‘Zuku?” his face pulls into a grimace. 

His “nothing, don’t worry about it,” makes you worry worse. He pads closer, kissing your head and smiling ruefully, “just another week.” He lays his hands on your shoulders and massages them lightly, as if raising his arms doesn’t cause him pain, and it when it clicks. 

He takes care of you the way he can’t, or doesn’t know how (?) to take care of himself. Your feel your nose get stuffy at the thought, and you quickly bury your face into his chest, a muffled apology leaves your lips when he hisses. 

You pull back, shiny eyed and bat away his hands when he tries to comfort you. It isn't about you right now. 

Your hands lay on his hips, and your voice wobbles when you ask to take care of him tonight. State it really. You want to cry when surprise takes his features. Has he never been asked before? Never experienced it? 

He fights it, saying you just came back from your trip, you need rest, you need to unwind to only be shushed by you saying this is how you unwind: “Taking care of you is my new priority, bubba.” his breath catches, you see it hurts him. “‘M gonna do it, and you’re gonna like it, so get over it.” his green curls ruffle when he nods softly. 

You ignore when he sniffs. No need to bring attention to it. You tug him to the bathroom, muttering about the intensive treatment he’s due.

You can’t believe it took so long to find out, but seeing him neck deep in bubbles is so worth it. 

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nct dream reaction to your cousin trying to flirt with them

request: Hilo~Can I request a reaction with NCT dream, where your cousin is flirting with them a lot when you're not around, and insulting you and stuff. To try to get them to cheat. But they're not having it

a/n: my first reaction request!! i hope it did it well lol idk how to format these,,

˗ˏˋ MARK ˎˊ˗

You invite Mark over to meet your family. Mark enjoys getting to know your family members until he meets your cousin, who you despise. Your cousin blatantly flirts with Mark while you're in the kitchen helping prepare dinner. Mark shifts uncomfortably in his seat on the couch as your cousin jokes flirtingly while touching his bicep, shoulder, and hand. He thinks maybe your cousin is just openly friendly, until she rests her hand on Mark's thigh and he bolts up, telling her that he's taken. Your cousin begins to insult you, putting herself above you. Mark defends you angrily and stomps to the kitchen to see if you need help.

"Y/N is an amazing girlfriend and a wonderful person. I wouldn't leave her for anyone, especially not for someone like you!"

˗ˏˋ RENJUN ˎˊ˗

You see your cousin while at a cafe with Renjun one day. She makes her way to the seat next to you and the two of you catch up since the both of you haven't seen each other in a while. After a bit, you excuse yourself to the restroom. Renjun continues to eat the cake that he ordered, waiting for you to get back. While eating, he feels something run up his leg and realizes it's your cousin brushing her foot against his shins flirtingly. He pushes his chair back and moves his legs without a word, continuing what he's doing. Your cousin suggests with seductive eyes for her and Renjun to ditch the cafe together. Renjun shoots down the offer, saying he's here with his girlfriend. Your cousin annoyingly names all of the things she doesn't like about you, which causes Renjun to furiously rise up from his chair. He demands her to leave, saying that you are everything he needs.

"Y/N is my girlfriend for a reason, I like her a lot. I cannot believe such an angel like Y/N is related to a filthy person like you." 

˗ˏˋ JENO ˎˊ˗

At the neighborhood Christmas party, Jeno and you enjoy your time surrounded by family and friends. The front doorbell rings so you get off of the couch to answer it. It's the pizza man with a large stack of pizzas. Jeno stands up from the living room sofas to go help you with the boxes, but your cousin stops him on the way. She points up at the ceiling and Jeno confusingly looks up. Above is a mistletoe tied to a thumbtack, dangling from the ceiling. Jeno contorts his lips into an awkward, toothy smile, pushing out a choppy laugh. Thinking it's a joke, he proceeds to walk to the front door, but your cousin slides to block his way. She leans in with her eyes closed, but Jeno swiftly blocks it, telling her that he's taken. Out of embarrassment, your cousin starts insulting you, saying she's much better. Jeno bitterly fights back, protecting you.  

"Why don't you flirt with someone who isn't taken? Y/N and I are very happy together and you can't break that."

˗ˏˋ HAECHAN ˎˊ˗

The school bell rings, signaling the end of the day. Haehcan impatiently waits for you by the entrance of the school, already building up ways to tease you. He glances down at his watch as 5 minutes roll by. Then, he feels two hands attach to the top of his shoulders. Haechan spins around, thinking it is you, but comes face first with presumably your cousin. Your cousin asks if Haechan wants to go over to her house, but he declines, telling her that he and you have a study date. She proceeds to complain that you aren't here and is keeping Haechan waiting rudely. Haechan gets irritated at your cousin's persistence and shoos her off, while defending you.

"I only get to make fun of Y/N because I'm doing it out of love! So why don't you take back what you said and move along!"

˗ˏˋ JAEMIN ˎˊ˗

Jaemin knocks on the door and you get up from your bed to answer it. He walks in, taking off his jacket as you inform that your cousin is over studying. After some time has flown by, you go to the kitchen to get snacks for your guests. Jaemin is left alone in your room with your cousin, him sitting on the desk chair and her on the bed. He quietly keeps his attention glued to his phone. A shuffling causes him to detach his concentration upon Candy Crush. Your cousin is now laying on her side, staring straight at Jaemin. He flashes her a bright friendly smile. She continues to flirt with Jaemin, scooting closer to the end of the bed. Because of how uncomfortable Jaemin is feeling, he gets up and excuses himself to the restroom. However, he halts in his place as insults keep rolling off of your cousin's tongue. Jaemin clenches his fists before defending you.

"How can you say such things about your own cousin? They aren't even true! Y/N is the opposite of everything you've said."

˗ˏˋ CHENLE ˎˊ˗

You inform Chenle that you're going to find a seat in the movie theater room, while he stands in line, waiting to buy some popcorn. After disappearing through the double doors of the theater room, Chenle turns his attention back to the line and walks a few steps before stopping again. Someone from the back of the line calls out his name, causing him to turn. It's a vaguely familiar girl. She tells Chenle that she's your cousin and that they both have met before. Chenle nods, still not really remembering her name. Your cousin offers Chenle to see another movie with her but Chenle declines, as he's here with you. Unsatisfied with his response, your cousin starts to insult you, asking why he's still with her. Chenle's eyebrows stitch together immediately, backing you up.

"I'm still with Y/N because I like her very much. And you can't change that, no matter how hard you try, so just leave us be."

˗ˏˋ JISUNG ˎˊ˗

Every single time your family hosts a party, your cousin is always there, flirting and ogling at your best friend, Jisung. He's told you to tell her many times to stop because he always feels awkward, having someone constantly idolize and worship him. During the next holiday party, your cousin is furious, to say the least, when she finds out that Jisung and you are dating now. She targets Jisung when he's alone, insulting both him and you and saying how he broke her heart. Jisung explains that he's never felt anything towards your cousin and he's told her multiple times. With tears in her eyes and steam flaming out of her ears, she narrows down her insults to only target you. Jisung eyes squint at her attacks on you before protecting you.

"You can make fun of me all you want but do not make fun of Y/N. She doesn't deserve all of the hate you're sending."

a/n: ok this is REALLY bad im sorry idk how to write them well fhhdjfdgd (this also prob has many typos im sorry pt2)

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