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igorluvr · 7 months ago

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Can you do some with nam gyu?

‘HERE WITH ME | nam-gyu x reader

PAIRING: nam-gyu x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: when you enter the Squid Games, you encounter a particular group of people, and to your surprise, one of them takes a special liking to you.

CONTENT: heavyyyy fluff, he’s a big softie for u, reader replaces gyeong su oops, love at first sight aww, shy!reader, both fall in love too fast

AUTHORS NOTE: first fic !! i didn’t know what to write abt so i came up with my own plot i hope u enjoyyy !!

word count: [1k]

AFTER the first game, you lost all motivation to keep going. Hours felt like days, eating felt like a chore, and you felt horrible for leaving your little sister alone in the world. You told her it would be just a couple days, that “big sis would be back soon,” but now you knew that you might never reunite—at least not in this lifetime.

Everything felt disgusting. You ran to the bathroom and cried for what felt like hours, feeling like vomiting as you scrubbed the blood and guts off your skin, washing so hard you swore some of the blood was yours. The walk back to your room felt like a death sentence as the smell of bodies grew stronger.

Sitting on your bed, you stared into space, trying to distract your mind from all the carnage. It felt as if the world outside was dead silent, with nothing happening beyond your little bubble. Hunger stabbed at your stomach as everyone else lay asleep. Using the dark, quiet room as an escape, you imagined floating in space, where nothing could hurt you, finally alone with your thoughts and soul.

That peace was abruptly shattered when the lights suddenly blared on, like a siren reminding you of where you were. “Damn,” you thought, “I stayed up the whole night?” The pink-suited guards lined everyone up and loaded them into the colorful hallway, leading to the next game. You weren’t sure if it was due to hunger, lack of sleep, or pure terror, but you felt weak as you walked up the steps, each stomp taking a toll on your body.

You heard from the previous winner that you would be playing dalgona, but when you entered the next room, you were met with two circular rainbows and six lanes. The announcer instructed everyone to form groups of five. Even though you hadn't played many games as a child, it was common sense to know dalgona was not a team game. Had the man lied? Was this really it? You glanced at him, noticing a look of dismay on his face. Maybe he didn’t know either.

As the timer began, everyone formed their groups, leaving you standing alone. The minutes ticked by, and your nervousness grew. You knew waiting for someone to pick you was wrong, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak up. Meeting new people had always been tough, and the pressure was tenfold now.

Just as you accepted your fate, a group of four approached you: a tall man with purple hair, a pretty boy with dark, long hair, a girl covered in piercings, and a boy who resembled a baby deer. The man with purple hair introduced himself as Thanos, but you zoned out, fixated on his friend. He stared deeply into your eyes as he fiddled with his rings. You tried to avoid eye contact, but every time you looked up, he was already watching you.

“Um, hellooooo? You deaf or somethin?” Thanos quipped. You snapped back to reality as he explained he wanted you on his team. You nodded, mainly out of necessity, but agreeing nonetheless.

The teams sat in neat rows, preparing for the games ahead. You overheard conversations about who would play which game, but your new team was strangely silent. Thanos and his friend chatted about a necklace, while the other two focused on the competitors. Your nerves ramped up, and you fidgeted with the sleeves of your jacket. The longer-haired boy suddenly tapped your shoulder.

“Hey, you okay?” he murmured. Usually, you would’ve said you were okay, but in this situation, what was the point of lying? You shook your head, and concern washed over his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked softly. All you could do was shrug. Suddenly, he took your hands and kissed them gently. The warmth spread across your face, leaving you feeling flushed and exposed. Did he know how his words affected you? Were you developing feelings in a place like this?

“It’s all gonna be okay, darling, I promise,” he reassured you. Just then, the girl beside you, Se-mi, interrupted.

“Hey, how about instead of drooling over her, we figure out our games?” she scoffed. You watched as Nam-gyu shot her a venomous glare, transforming his expression entirely.

“Nobody was talking to you, bitch,” he spat, his sudden coldness making your mind whirl. Why was he hostile with her yet soft with you?

As if nothing had happened, he turned back to you. “Which game are you best at, sweetheart?” You barely whispered your answer: “Um... gong-gi, I think.” He immediately understood, and soon after, your team’s games were decided.

Se-mi would play ddakji first, Min-su would follow with flying stone, you’d go next with gong-gi, Nam-gyu would play spinning top, and Thanos would go last with jegi.

When your team was called, fear washed over you. As your knees weakened, you felt Nam-gyu squeeze your shoulder. “Don’t worry, baby, you’re gonna do great.” His words bolstered your confidence more than you could admit.

Each game passed swiftly, and your team finished with eight seconds to spare. As you crossed the finish line, Nam-gyu launched himself at you, wrapping his arms around your waist, making you bounce with excitement. You were enveloped in his scent, overpowering the stench of blood around you. The touch of his hands melted away your worries, and for a moment, you felt truly safe.

As you walked back to the rooms, a smile formed on your lips. Was he genuinely interested in you?

When you settled into bed, a few moments of silence were interrupted by the sound of the bed creaking beside you.

"You did sooo good in gong-gi. Your hands were literally moving like a ninja" he praised, beaming with admiration. You giggled, "It was nothing, really."

He crawled closer, intertwining his fingers with yours, you loved this habit he’d picked up. “I’m so proud of you. You looked nervous, but you pushed through and helped us win,” Nam-gyu chuckled. You responded with nothing but a shy smile; words didn’t feel like enough. You turned your face the other way so he wouldn't see how much his words affected you

“Don’t hide your pretty face, you’re cute when you smile,” he said, fingers lifting your chin to meet his gaze. The compliment made you smile brightly.

“There she is—there’s my girl,” he added, inching closer until he was almost spooning you. You melted against him, relieved to have someone to stay beside in this chaos. As time passed, nothing else mattered. It was unlike how time slowed before, this time it was a comfortable passing. His hand played with your hair, scratching your scalp in a soothing rhythm.

“You remember how nervous you were when you first went up to play?” he asked, his voice low and playful. “You were a disaster, but it was the most adorable disaster I’ve ever seen.”

You chuckled softly, warmth pooling in your chest and comfortability blooming. “You were just as bad, you dropped the spinning top across the floor”

“Well, I had to make sure you didn't feel alone in your clumsiness,” he teased, his breath tickling your ear. The closeness felt intoxicating, and you turned your head slightly to catch a glimpse of him.

“You’d better not mess up like that again. You’re the only person here I actually like” you said, nudging him with your shoulder.

His gaze softened for a bit, like he was admiring you, then quickly flashed back. “Only if you promise to stay by my side forever,” he replied, a twinkle in his eyes.

“Always,” you whispered, feeling an undeniable connection grow between you.

As the laughter settled, the world around you faded into the background, like you were in your own little bubble. He leaned in closer, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead that sent a shiver down your spine.

“When we get out, I’m gonna take you to my club so we can have a proper party together, get you out of that shell” he suggested, a grin spreading across his face. “Yea?”

“Yea, I’d like that, just make sure those girls aren’t all over you” you replied, smiling against him playfully.

“Oh don’t worry, Imma show you all off. Everyone’s gonna know you’re mines.” He chuckled, proceeding to place a soft kiss on your cheek.

The more than friendly banter made your heart swell, and you cuddled into his side, feeling a fuzzy warmth. You could see a future painted vividly in your mind—one filled with laughter, love, and euphoria.

Soon, you both fell asleep in each other’s arms, wrapped in a sense of warmth and possibility. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, hope flickered in your heart, igniting the feeling that maybe, against all odds, you could find light in this dark world together. In that moment, everything felt right, and you couldn’t imagine ever wanting to be anywhere else but here—with him.

#squid game #squid game 2 #nam gyu #nam gyu x reader #player 124 #player 124 x reader #choi su bong #thanos x reader #kang dae ho #kang dae ho x reader #nam gyu fluff

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secretmaniacc · 7 months ago

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AAAA I love your writing so much!!!

HEHE I have a smut request for The Salesman

Backstory; Female y/n always see the salesman doing his job at the station. She even played with him one time and won however she never accepted the card. As the days goes by they will greet each other with a simple nod gesture or smile sometimes even small chat before he finds his new victim and she’s heading back home.

UNTIL

She overheard the two recruits Gi-hun hired (I forgot their names oops) planning to hurt the salesman (I know the plot they weren’t supposed to approach him but let’s pretend Gi-hun give them a task to kidnap and torture salesman hehehe)

So y/n ran back to the station and disrupted salesman while he was in the middle of slapping the poor homeless dude. Talking gibberish to him. He has no clue what the hell she’s talking about bc she’s out of breath from running and talking too fast. He’s just confused. When y/n saw the two men again approaching their way. She grabs salesman head and kissed him. [I hope you seen the scene of captain America and black widow kissing to display discomfort so the bad guys won’t catch them at the mall hahaha basically like that scene]

He pulled back looking even more confused. She said display of affection make people uncomfortable, as soon as she said that he looked up and saw the two men walking past them. Y/n felt embarrassed and ran home. In the middle of the night someone was banging her door. She opened it and…..SMUT TIME HEHEHE

Also I’m terribly sorry for my grammar English is not my native language :’)

[also if you do accept can you send me a message 🙈 ty heheh]

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pairings: the salesman x Fem!reader

Summary: A routine night at the train station takes a dark turn when you overhear two men plotting to attack the mysterious salesman you’ve casually crossed paths with before. Acting on impulse, you intervene in the only way you can—by kissing him to throw off his pursuers. What seems like a reckless moment of instinct pulls you into his dangerous world.

Warnings: language, violence (kinda), Dom!salesman x sub!reader, praising, whipped cream kink, kissing, mentions of blood, fingering, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex, talking you through it.

Wc: 3k

A/n: you ask I deliver, hope you like it, not proofread <33

The sharp snap of skin colliding with skin echoes through the crowded station. You barely flinch. You've heard it before. Too many times.

Across the station, he stands on the cold tile floor—immaculate suit, polished shoes, that same unsettling grin. He raises his hand and slaps the man across from him again. Sharp. Precise.

Another one hooked.

You lean against the metal pillar, watching. You know this game. You’ve played it before.

It was a week ago.

The station hummed with the dull buzz of flickering lights and the occasional metallic screech of trains crawling in and out. You were late. Work had dragged on longer than usual, and by the time you reached the platform, the last train was dragging its heels. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and damp concrete.

That’s when you saw him.

The man in the pristine suit.

He stood out like a polished coin in a pile of rusted change. His black hair was slicked back, not a strand out of place, and that too-perfect smile stretched across his face like it had been painted on. He leaned casually against a pillar, holding two small folded squares of paper—one red, one blue.

He caught your eye, tilting his head slightly in acknowledgment. Then, with a subtle flick of his wrist, he gestured to the empty space across from him. His movements were practiced, smooth, as if this routine had been rehearsed countless times.

Curiosity gnawed at you before logic could interfere. You found yourself walking toward him, footsteps echoing off the concrete walls.

“Want to play a game?” His voice was smooth, almost melodic. He held up the two folded papers between his fingers, the colors dull under the harsh station lights.

“Seriously?” You eyed him warily.

“It’s simple. Flip my tile with yours. If you win, I’ll give you 100,000 won. If I win…” His smile widened, just enough to feel unsettling. “I slap you.”

You scoffed, folding your arms. “That’s it? No tricks?”

“No tricks.” His tone didn’t waver.

Against better judgment, you stood. The game was straightforward, deceptively so. The first round, you won. The second, too. His tile moving frantically under your strikes. His face remained unchanged, though, as if he expected this. Not a single slap coming your way. He handed over the cash with a flick of his wrist, the money slipping into your palm like silk.

Then came the card.

A brown rectangle with a circle, triangle, and square etched in black. He held it out casually, like an afterthought.

“What’s this?” you asked, fingers hovering over it.

“A bigger game. A chance to win more.”

His voice dipped, something darker coiled beneath his words. A chill crept up your spine. You smirked, flicking the card back at him with two fingers.

“Not interested.”

The card fluttered to the ground, but he didn’t look offended. No, he only chuckled, kneeling down and slipping it back into his pocket.

Since then, you saw him often.

Always at the station. Always playing his game with some poor soul desperate enough to take the bait. Your interactions became routine—brief nods, and smiles the occasional quip when you caught him mid-game.

But tonight was different.

You are leaned against a pillar, letting the cold seep into your back. The station was quieter than usual, the shadows thicker. That’s when you heard them.

Two men by the vending machines, their voices low but sharp.

“That’s him. The guy in the suit.”

“Yeah. Just like boss said. We follow him out, grab him, torture him, make him talk. He knows everything.”

Your stomach twisted. Shit.

Without thinking, you pushed off the pillar and sprinted across the station, boots slapping against the concrete. Your breath came in ragged gasps, the cold air burning your lungs.

He didn’t notice you until you were right in front of him.

“You need to leave. Now.”

His hand paused mid-slap, hovering above the cheek of a nervous man. Slowly, his head turned to you, one brow lifting.

“Excuse me?” His tone was calm, almost amused.

You leaned in, speaking low and fast. “Those two men by the vending machines? They’re coming for you. You need to trust me and leave.”

His eyes didn’t move, but something shifted in his posture. He blinked slowly, considering you.

“I don’t know what you’re saying”

Frustration flared. You glanced back. The two men were moving now, angling toward you both.

“Shit,” you muttered. Thinking fast, you did the first thing that came to mind.

You grabbed his face and kissed him.

His entire body stiffened, muscles locking beneath your hands. The world around you seemed to freeze. The station noise dulled to a distant hum.

You pulled back abruptly, heart pounding in your ears. His wide eyes stared into yours, utterly confused.

“Display of affection,” you muttered, wiping your mouth on your sleeve. “Makes people uncomfortable.”

His gaze flicked past you. The two men hesitated, awkwardly glancing away as they veered off in the opposite direction.

A slow, amused chuckle rumbled from his chest. He straightened, smoothing down his tie.

“Clever.”

Your face burned. "I’m sorry, I had to do that, but you need to get out of the station."

Without another word, you turned and bolted, weaving through the crowd and up the station steps. You didn’t stop until the cold night air hit your face.

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It was well past midnight when the banging started.

You jolted awake, heart slamming against your ribs. Someone was pounding on your door, relentless.

You hesitated, fingers brushing over the baseball bat by your bed. But you decided to leave it, Slowly, you approached the door, peeking through the peephole.

It was him.

The man in the suit.

Your blood ran cold, before you unlocked the door cautiously, opening it just a crack.

“What the hell—”

He pushed the door wider, stepping in uninvited. That same unnerving smile stretched across his face.

“We need to talk.”

His tone left no room for argument.

You stared, unsure whether to slam the door in his face or listen.

“About what?” you asked nervously

His smile widened just a fraction.

“About why you tried saving my life.”

His voice was smooth, but something darker lurked beneath it. You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of how small your apartment felt with him standing there. He took a slow, deliberate step forward. And another. Closing the door behind him.

Instinctively, you backed up.

His eyes never left you, scanning you with unnerving precision. The thin fabric of your pajama shorts and the loose strap of your shirt felt far too revealing under his gaze. Like he was undressing you. Heat crept up your neck, but you couldn’t look away.

“You ran all that way... just to save me?” His tone was low, edged with amusement, but there was something sharp underneath. He tilted his head, taking another step closer, as you backed up again. "Tell me, was it bravery... or something else?"

“I—uh... I just thought—”

“You thought what?” he interrupted smoothly, still moving forward, now closing the space between you. “That I couldn’t handle a few men?”

You felt your breath catch. Your heel bumped into the cold tile of the kitchen counter. Shit. Nowhere else to go.

He noticed.

“I killed them, you know.”

Your eyes snapped to his face. The casual way he said it made your stomach twist.

“Oh, yes.” His smirk deepened. “It was... enjoyable.”

Your gaze drifted, almost involuntarily, to the dark stains on his shirt. Blood.

The air thickened. Your breathing turned shallow, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. He was too close now.

His hands came up slowly—deliberately—and planted themselves on either side of you, caging you in against the counter. The cool edge of the countertop bit into your lower back.

He leaned in, close enough that his breath ghosted over the curve of your neck. His scent—metallic, faintly sweet, and something darker—wrapped around you. One of his hands slid, gliding over your waist, fingers curling to pull you forward against him, eliminating even the smallest sliver of space between you. And that’s when you felt him.

“You should be more careful who you save,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Not everyone is grateful.”

Before you could react, his hands shifted with unsettling ease, gripping your hips. In one smooth motion, he lifted you, setting you on the cold countertop. You gasped, instinctively gripping the edge, your legs parting as he stepped between them, locking you in.

His eyes bored into yours, and for a fleeting second, you couldn’t decide if it was fear or something else that sent a shiver down your spine.

“So, tell me,” he murmured, voice dropping lower. "Why did you really save me?"

His hand traced slowly along your thigh, barely touching, yet burning. You couldn’t answer. Your mind screamed for words, but your lips stayed parted, breathless.

And his smirk deepened, eyes flicking past you to something on the counter that you forgot to remove earlier. Slowly, he reached over without breaking eye contact. His fingers curled around the can of whipped cream, lifting it with casual ease.

Your brows knit in confusion. "What are you—"

Before you could finish, he brought the nozzle to his lips and pressed down. The soft hiss filled the air as the white cream curled into his mouth. He swallowed slowly, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Sweet,” he murmured, voice smooth and dark. His eyes dragged lazily over you, settling on your parted lips. “But it could taste better.”

Before the words could settle, his hand moved—calloused fingers tilting your chin up. His thumb and forefinger gently hooked under your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open. The cool metal of the can brushed your skin, and a soft stream of whipped cream slid onto your tongue.

You barely had a moment to react before his mouth crashed into yours.

The kiss was fierce, and unapologetic. His lips moulded to yours, but it wasn’t enough—his tongue pushed past your lips, exploring every corner of your mouth, tasting the lingering sweetness, tangling with your tongue in a heated rhythm.

Your breath hitched, and your hands instinctively gripped his shirt, knuckles brushing against the dried blood you hadn’t dared to question yet. fisting the fabric as his kiss deepened. He groaned low in his throat, a sound that vibrated through you, spurring him on.

His tongue teased and stroked against yours, pulling soft, involuntary sounds from you. Every movement was calculated, demanding, as if he wanted to taste every bit of you, not just the sweetness on your lips.

When he finally pulled back, your chest rose and fell rapidly, lips slick and swollen. A trail of saliva between you.

But he wasn’t finished.

The can hissed again—this time against the sensitive skin of your neck. A cold trail of cream dripped along your pulse point, making you shiver.

Then his mouth was on you—hot and unrelenting. His tongue flicked over the sticky trail, licking it up slowly, savouring the taste of cream and skin. His teeth grazed your throat, nipping just enough to make you moan.

A low chuckle rumbled against your neck as his lips latched on, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

His grip tightened around your waist, your legs wrapped around his hips without thinking, drawing him impossibly closer.

His breath ghosted over your ear, deep and rough.

“See?” he murmured, tongue lightly tracing the shell of your ear. “It tastes so much better this way.”

He was breathing closer to your ear, lingering over your neck for moments before his lips pressed against you again.

You moaned out softly to how he was kissing your bare shoulders, down to the blade of them, then back up, “damn it,” his notes were so low, “fuck”

“What?” you finally managed to say, pushing against him a bit, the feeling immaculate, you could feel how hard he is pressing against you, and you can barely breathe.

“you’re so fucking sweet.”

The tension is thickening around you, the heat in your bodies is too much to ignore, you couldn’t stand against it, you couldn’t stand against him, he was just so addicting in a way you couldn’t quite place.

The very instant you felt his lips on your skin again, the warmth of his body, you couldn’t hold it back. Arching your back, pushing thighter against him, you could rupture at how he was teasing at the hem of your shorts, “take them off.”

He pulled the fabric down frantically, a thud to the ground, before slipping his fingers below the lace material of your underwear, and you gasped, your body tensing close to his the very instant he came in contact with your clit, “so wet f’me”

You nearly moaned, huffing sweetly at his touch and the circles he made, “the things I have in my mind for you.” His hand gently started cupping your breast. He had you in such a hold now that you could barely move.

Your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head, it was the tension his voice held.

He let his middle finger inside you as far as he could reach, you spread your tight a bit further apart allowing him more of you.

“Mhm? Right there, yeah?” he growled, nearly moaning himself at the way you moved. “fuck, you’re so soaked.”

You couldn't even hear him properly. your mind wasn't working further than to what his hand was doing to you. He moved steadily in and out of you, curling his finger right where it would have you shaking. His thumb brushed across your clit every now and then, and you couldn't focus.

''Yeah,'' he muttered, nibbling at your earlobe, ''Be my beautiful girl and let me feel you.''

you reached out tangling your fingers into his black strands, and it didn't take long until you was a moaning mess under his touch. Your hips spasmed. Your breathing levelled heavier, and you gasped repeatedly. It was music to his ears, a never-ending orchestra.

''Now I want to know, do you want to continue'' he withdrew his touch from your core, forcing his hand down between you. “I won’t, if you don’t want to”

Without thinking your fingers intestinally wrapped around the loop of his belt, confidence build up as you tugged at it forward. “I want to.” You breathed before loosening his belt, the sound of clashing metal echoing through the kitchen.

He took over impatiently zipping his pants down, before freeing his throbbing erection from his boxers as he pushed the material aside.

Taking his cock in his hand and you moved with him. You was still facing him, your chest pressed against his front as he lifted your thigh, giving him everything he could need from you.

''To think I’ve always fantasized about this moment,'' he hissed as he dragged his cock up and down your soaked slit. Teasing by pushing forward and creating unbearable friction against your clit, ''I thought that after that night, I would never see you again, yet you kept showing up, flashing me those smiles, making my mind drive me insane, fuck—''

You exhaled, thundery. You couldn't shape a word at the pleasure he is putting you through even if you wished to do so. you simply whined. body shaking.

Pushing into you, a bit at the time, he bit down your bare shoulder, needing to ease his own tension, “You're like a cigarette at midnight—dangerous, burning slow, and impossible to put down."

He moved his hand over your hip, lifting your leg more, “And the worst part? You know it’ll ruin you—leave you hollow and wrecked—but fuck, you’re already leaning in, desperate for that first hit, craving the way it burns and numbs you all at once.”

You threw your head back, tensing your fingers into his hair as he fucked you on the countertop. It was hard. He fucked you roughly yet with so much passion. It was intimate, emotional. His body moved with yours— your body obeyed his.

“...and that’s the real addiction, isn’t it? Not the rush, not the aftermath—but the waiting. The wanting. Knowing it’ll destroy you and still craving every second before it does.'' He was speaking so low to you, plunging his cock in and out of you, forcing your body to take what he gave.

You whimpered, your fingers clawing at his neck now, ''please—''

He pushed harder. Forced his cock deeper, reached further.

''And not to speak about this fucking cunt...'' He moaned, drawing his tongue along the arch of your neck, ''I can't really blame myself if I get hooked, can I?''

you breathed out. Your eyes rolling, your back curling, ''Please. I can't take it—''

''One taste of this, and you're fucking addicting.'' The hand supporting your leg slid lower until the back of your knee rested in the curve of his elbow, and he spaced your thighs more, diving into you depths and losing his mind over how hot and tight you were around him.

''I'm—''

He was relieved by that. He could barely hold himself together at the tension between you, the fusion and mix of need and thirst of your bodies. He slowed his movements, not bucking his hips as roughly anymore, and you were close. So close.

''Fucking hell—'' He groaned against your shoulder again, burying his head into the soft spot of your neck. He came the second he felt you pulsating around him. The instant he felt your release around him, he came just as crashing down as you'd done.

Breathing heavily, he pulled out, stepping back just a bit as he dragged your worn out body forward. It was a moment, if so a short, little one, where your cheek rested against his chest, and his lips pushed into the top of your head. That tiny moment felt good. It felt calm and reassuring to both of you.

“thanks, for keeping me alive.”

#the salesman #squid game x reader #squid game smut #squid game salesman #squid game fanfic #squid game #salesman smut #gong yoo x reader #gong yoo #intimate #smut #i’ll cry

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sinsinsininning · 15 days ago

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Hiii!

Hope you're doing well — I really enjoy your writing. I just saw your reblog about the prompts and I’d love to do number 8 with either Killer or Law, your choice. ❤️

“Oops we were hiding in this closet but now 👀👀”

Heya, I made this Law x Fem!Straw Hat!Reader bc I can’t see him doing this with one of his crew lol

“Stop staring at me.” Law muttered, shifting slightly, he bumped against some shelving.

Your hand shot out to stop a spray bottle from falling.

“You’re staring.” You hissed, chest pressed to his in the tight space. “Can’t you just room us out of here?”

The two of you were holed up in a closet on a marine base, hiding as swarms of marines flooded the halls responding to an alarm. The room was dark and stacked to the brim with cleaning supplies. Your legs were tangled, you were nearly standing on his shoes, barely enough room for one let alone two.

Law’s face flushed, feeling your chest against him, your breath in his cheek.

“That’s not how it works.” He said, trying to avoid looking at you now. “Fuck this was supposed to be a simple mission.”

“Calm down we just have to wait for their drill to be over.” You shifted slightly to place the bottle back. “They don’t know we’re here.”

He didn’t answer, trying to ignore the flash of heat and desire that happened every time you moved. The sound of boots outside were loud, combined with the sirens and prerecorded voice saying ‘fire drill fire drill’ it was hard to hear each other. You leaned forward, standing in tippy toes to be closer to his ear.

“I said they don’t-“

He cut you off quickly, face red. “I heard you the first time!”

You glared, rolling your eyes.

“How’d we even get paired up?” You asked, still leaning way too close.

He didn’t answer again, shrugging, in truth he’d specifically positioned himself next to you so he would be your partner. He’d been infatuated with you since Saobody, much to his displeasure, and had taken the chance to be closer to you.

Now he felt flustered, out of his element.

He shifted again, trying to lean away from your face, and his knee moved just a tad too high. You squeaked as his thigh slid against your groin, your shorts hiking as it did.

Law held back a moan at the sight of your face, redder than his now, you braced your hands on his chest as he did it again. He leaned into the movement, jostling you onto your toes again.

“Don’t we’ll get caught.” You mumbled, but he still heard you.

He smirked and did it again, he could feel how hot you were, your hips twitching. You clenched his shirt, biting your lip as you finally looked away. He grinned, almost dizzy from your reaction- and probably the cleaners.

You glanced back, glaring at him as he started to bounce his knee, making you grind on his leg. Gripping his shirt firmly, you rolled your hips fully now and let out a quiet moan.

Hesitating, Law placed his hands on your hips, yours trace down to his belt, yanking impatiently.

“You sure?” He asked, his smirk dropping as his eyes looked you over.

Laughing, you shrugged. “Why not? Not like Luffy would care, Zoro either.”

Law nodded, gripping you tighter now, encouraging you to roll your hips again.

“Sanji’ll probably lose it,” You snorted, chuckling lightly as you pulled at his buckle. “Ussop might pass out.”

Law growled, yanking you up, high enough you had to brace your knees around his waist, too little room to fully wrap them around him.

“Stop saying other men’s names.” He hissed, shifting you in his arms to free up one hand. “Room.”

Before you could even react, he’d removed your shorts. The chilly air made you shiver, but it was short lived as Law ran a single digit up and down your slit.

“You’re very wet.” He teased, you could barely see him but the grin was clear in his voice. “That eager?”

You didn’t argue, instead reaching down to undo his belt and jeans.

“We don’t have much time, skip the foreplay.” You said, but he yanked your hand away from his length.

“Don’t order me around.” He growled, pressing his face into your neck. “I’ll take however long I want.”

He shoved two long fingers inside you, making you bite down on his neck to stifle your squeal. He pumped his fingers slowly, scissoring them to stretch you.

“Torao, come on!” You whined, trying to speed him up.

His reaction was instant, his fingers stalled in you, making you whine more.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” He snarled, biting down on your clavicle harshly, his words muffled.

“Ah! Sorry, sorry!” You hissed voice lower as more boots trampled by. “Forgot, ah fuck!”

Law shifted you in his hold again, taking his fingers out and thrusting his hips up. He loosened his grip, letting you sink down more on to his cock.

You bit down on his neck again, muffled scream making his skin buzz pleasantly.

“You call me Law from now on.” He hissed, thrusting shallowly for a moment, gaining his bearings. “Not just now, but forever even in front of your crew.”

You nod, letting go of him as you cried out.

“Law, got it! Ok, ok, ok!” You panted, your grip on his shoulders tightening.

He grinned, spreading his legs slightly so he could move easier, it was still tight in the closet. Soon though he was bouncing you on his cock, lifting you like you weighed nothing.

“Hah hah!” You moaned, throwing your head back it nearly hit a shelf.

Law groaned and pulled your head to rest on his shoulder again.

“Be- ah- be careful!” He ordered. “And keep quiet, bite me again if you need.”

You complied, sinking your teeth into him again, he was both grateful and regretful of his choice to be shirtless under his coat. The feeling of your pussy wrapped around him and you muffled whine in his ear was sublime though.

Trying to rock your hips to meet his thrust, you nearly squealed as the alarms abruptly stopped. A voice announced the drill was complete and for all marines to return to their stations.

Law cursed under his breath, you’d missed your window to escape. Still, he didn’t slow, instead panting in your ear now.

“Looks like we’ve gotta wait a little longer.” He grinned, feeling you clench at his words.

Fuck, he hoped your crew noticed the hickeys he was gonna give you.

#one piece #one piece smut #one piece x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law smut #law x reader #trafalgar law #taki writes

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lanalace · 1 month ago

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Game Over Series - Caleb

Summary: Y/n's patience wears thin with Caleb's gaming obsession. He was so deeply engrossed in his ranked match, he barely notice her presence. That’s not going to work for her. If he wasn’t going to willingly give her attention… well, she wasn’t going to just sit there quietly and accept this.

Warnings‼️: NSFW, Smut, Rough Sex, Power play, Dominant Caleb, 🔞

Word count: 2.4k 🍎🍏

Y/n was done playing nice.

Caleb hadn't so much as glanced away from his monitor in hours, his knuckles white around the mouse, his voice a low murmur to his teammates. Each click of his keyboard, each muffled shout from his headset, each time he responded to them felt like another snub.

‘I am a ghost?’ Had she spent hours getting ready just to be background noise to some virtual, pointless quest? Some stupid tournament? Some dumb ranked game? It’s as if she wasn't sitting right there, legs crossed on the sofa, simmering with burning frustration. Her patience, a brittle thread that was about to snap.

‘Alright, two could play at that.’

She sauntered up behind him like a predator stalking its prey, letting her nails drag a path over his tense shoulders before yanking his headset down around his neck with a sharp tug. The muffled choas of gunfire and distant explosions now filled the entire room.

"Y/n—" His voice was laced with mild annoyance, but she cut him off, leaning in so her warm lips brushed the delicate shell of his ear. The scent of his usual energy drink and a faint, masculine musk filled her nostrils, both familiar and intoxicating.

"You've been ignoring me for three hours." She purred, her voice a low thrum that promised trouble.

Her hand moved, slowly down his chest, she felt the rapid beat of his heart underneath his gray hoodie before traveling lower until her fingers dipped teasingly below the waistband of his sweatpants, dancing along the elastic, tracing the sensitive skin there. She felt the subtle shift in his weight as a tremor ran through his body and wicked satisfaction filled her.

Caleb's breath hitched but his grip on the mouse didn't falter. Every brush of her fingers against him, every feather-light touch sent a jolt of fire through his veins as his concentration on the battlefield started to waver. On screen, his character still moved with lethal precision, landing shot after shot, eliminating opponents with ease.

‘Seriously?’ Y/n narrowed her eyes. She wanted him undone.

With a slow, dangerous smirk, Y/n reached over and clicked the keyboard's Escape key, pausing the game with a soft click. His teammates confused, distant shouts blared through the discarded headset on the floor.

"Oops." Her voice was a sweet, innocent lie brimming with mischief.

Caleb sighed in frustration, shoulder’s dropping in defeat. “Fine.”

In one swift motion, Caleb spun the chair, grabbed her waist in a vice like grip before hauling her into his lap. Her thighs straddled his as her back hit his chest. The headset clattered to the floor, the muffled chatter of his team drowned out by the frantic pounding of Y/n's pulse in her ears.

"You want my attention? Alright." His voice was dark, laced with a velvet threat. It vibrated through her, making her face warm as a blush crossed her features. "Then you're gonna help me win."

Before she could even retort, his hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back sharply, exposing the delicate line of her throat as his other hand shoved her skirt up, bunching the fabric around her waist. A gasp tore from her throat as he pulled her panties aside, the cool air quickly replaced by his fingers, sliding through her slick folds with light strokes that made her clench around nothing.

"Mmm~ Caleb!" A choked moan escaped her lips as her hips jerked instinctively, a desperate attempt to create space, but he held her still, his grip unyielding.

"Mouse. Now." He forced her trembling hand onto it, his own large hand covering hers, guiding her movements as he adjusted the setting to one handed combat then unpaused the game.

She could barely think, let alone focus, not when his fingers circled her clit. His touch was slow and precise, earning soft moans from her as he executed another headshot on screen. Liquid heat pooled rapidly between her legs, spreading like wildfire.

"You— Ah~ you're cheating." She panted, her fingers trembling, barely able to grip the mouse. The screen blurred into pixels as Caleb picked up the pace, flicking his fingers against her little nub just the way she liked. Y/n whined in his arms, fidgeting as she tried to fight off the heat engulfing her.

His laugh was low, a dangerous rumble in his chest. "No, baby. You started this." Then he slammed two fingers inside her, curling just right, his thumb pressing against her clit in time with every click of the mouse.

She squealed, immediately closing her legs and arching her back. The suddenness of his intrusion caught her off guard but a delicious ache began blossoming in her core was just as unforgiving as the man causing it.

“Open up f’me.” He ordered and she did so without hesitation, spreading her legs wide enough for him to plunge deeper within her.

“C-Caleb!” She whined, finding it impossible not to buck her hips to meet his unrelenting touch.

He smirked and set a fast pace that had her on edge in no time at all as he worked his fingers into her skillfully. The pleasure was overwhelming, a sharp, exquisite agony that stole her breath.

On screen, his character moved with inhuman precision, racking up kills with a terrifying efficiency as his fingers expertly ruined her. Y/n bit her and whimpered, she was so close and he could tell by the way she kept squeezing his fingers. He knew her body like the back of his hand.

"You gonna cum?" he growled, his sharp teeth sinking gently into the tender skin of her shoulder, a soft bite that sent shivers down her spine, a delicious pain. "Or do I have to carry you here too?"

She was almost there, right on the edge. Her thighs trembled violently, she could only gasp and whimper, the sounds muffled against his neck as she hid her face there. Every nerve in her body vibrated, screaming for release.

Then, with a final thrust of his fingers deep inside her and a satisfying headshot flashing on screen, she shattered. Her body convulsing around his fingers, every muscle strung tight then trembling into release. A breathy cry tore from her throat as her nails dug desperate crescents into his arm.

Caleb’s fingers didn’t stop, only moving faster as she rode out her climax, his own breath ragged and hot against her skin. The victory screen flashed, a blinding burst of color, his teammates' triumphant cheers filling the room through the headset on the floor, but his attention was finally, finally, fully on her.

"Next time." he murmured, his voice rough with desire, dragging his wet fingers provocatively over her swollen lips, a lingering taste of her own pleasure. "Just ask for my attention. Nicely."

Y/n pouted and huffed, still catching her breath before a small, playful sound that melted into his chest. “You big meanie.”

Caleb smiled. He wanted to tease her more, his eyes dark with lingering lust, and just then, an audacious idea sparked in his mind, a wicked gleam entering his eyes. He tightened his grip on her hips, his thumbs tracing the curve of her bones.

"New game, Pips." His voice was rough, a low growl, as he stood abruptly, spinning Y/n around to face him, her plush chest flush against his toned one. He shoved his pants down just enough to free his hard cock, already glistening and dripping with need. "New rules."

Her eyes widened, blown pupils taking in the sight as she felt him, hard and hot against her inner thigh, a potent promise of more.

Y/n barely had time to process his words before he lifted her onto the cool, smooth surface of the desk, his hands guiding her hips down onto him in one brutal thrust, bottoming out and filling her to the brim. A sharp cry tore from her throat as tears pricked the corner of her eyes. Her nails dug into his shoulders, clawing at the fabric of his sweater as he withdrew only to slam into her again with the same ferocity, burning himself to the hilt, stretching her deliciously tight pussy. He groaned in pleasure when she began clenching around him, adjusting to his girth length.

"You're gonna be in control this time." He nipped at her collarbone, a sharp, playful bite.

His grip on her was almost bruising as he forced her hips to move, a silent, powerful command. "Keep me hard, baby. Keep me interested." His lips curled into a predatory smirk as the next match loaded on screen, the familiar sounds of the game filling the air once more.

"If I cum before we win..." He punctuated his words with a sharp snap of her hips, drawing a whimper from her lips, the sensation of him so deep, so impossibly full, pressing against that hidden spot. "I'll uninstall this game forever."

Y/n shuddered, already feeling the delirious from the way way he filled her as he was fucking her, the way his tip brushed that perfect, sensitive spot deep inside her, sending jolts of pleasure through her core as a familiar ache starting to build.

“Promise?” Her breath hitched.

He chuckled before placing a kiss on the corner of her mouth. He lifted her again and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he sat back down in the chair, making sure his cock stayed fully seated within her. “I promise, baby.”

She bit her lip, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and shifted her hips, a slow, deliberate grind that sent a jolt through him, watching his jaw clench, a muscle ticing in his cheek. She found an angle, a sweet spot, and began to ride, her movements no longer just about her own pleasure, but about his escalating torment. He grunted but returned his focus to the game that just began.

Oh, she'd make him lose.

With a smirk that mirrored his own, Y/n started moving, slow at first, a teasing grind, then faster, her nails digging into his broad shoulders as she rode him with single minded determination. His grip on her tightened, his breaths coming in ragged, desperate bursts, but his eyes stayed stubbornly locked on the screen, a fierce concentration that both annoyed and excited her.

It was infuriating.

She rolled her hips, taking him deeper, her own breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the muffle of his teammates below them blurred into background noise. Caleb's hand returned to the keyboard, his grip steady despite the way his thighs tensed and flexed beneath her, his body burning with suppressed desire.

"Focus, baby." He teased, his voice strained, raw with effort as Y/n clenched around him, pulling him deeper still. "Or —fuck— do you want to lose?"

Y/n responded by grinding down harder, her movements growing more desperate and frantic as the match intensified, the on-screen action mirroring their own escalating passion. Caleb's breath hitched, a low continuous groan rumbling in his chest, barely audible over the game's soundtrack. His fingers, usually so precise, fumbled slightly over the keys as Y/n’s relentless rhythm threatened to shatter his focus entirely. He was on the edge of breaking.

Y/n's soft, breathless moans and the wet, rhythmic slap of skin on skin was hard to ignore.

“Caleb~” Sweat dripped down Caleb's temple, his formidable resolve crumbling visibly with every tantalizing movement. She knew how much he loved it when she moaned his name “So full— so good. Mmm!”

"Fuck—Y/n..." His voice was weak plea as a broken sound ripped from his throat.

Y/n grinned, a triumphant curve of her lips, increasing her pace, her own pleasure building again. A sweet, agonizing ache rooted in her belly as she watched his formidable resolve crumble before her.

The match was impossibly close.

So was she.

"Faster." He whispered. It was a command and she happily obliged.

She obeyed, bouncing in his lap, her breath coming in ragged pants, a symphony of exertion and rising climax, as the sounds of the game mixed with the slick, echoing slap of skin.

Caleb's grip tightened his grip on the mouse, his hips meeting hers thrust for thrust, a primal rhythm, his control fraying with every choked moan she ripped from his lips. Y/n clenched around him, her lips brushing his ear, her voice a triumphant purr, husky with desire. "You’re gonna lose, Caleb."

The final kill flashed on screen, a bright, victorious notification, just as Caleb's grip on the desk turned white-knuckled. He pushed back in the chair, stood and gripped Y/n’s hips tightly before slamming into her with so much force that she cried out. He growled, taking control and fucking her like a rabid animal, as if he would die if he didn’t.

“W-wait! Slo-slow down.” She managed, she could barely speak with how ruthlessly he was thrusting into her. He claimed her lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth and devouring every sound that left her body. Caleb couldn’t stop, didn’t dare to. He need to cum, needed to fuck her full and he was going to follow through.

Y/n broke the kiss, glaring up at her lover through teary eyes as he used her like a fleshlight. “Too much… too much.” He had her spiraling into her next orgasm and she couldn’t stop it.

Caleb ignored her, chasing his own high. He knew she could take it, knew she could handle his cock. If she wanted him to stop, she’d use their safe word but she didn’t. Instead, she pulled herself closer to him and bit down hard on his shoulder, earning her a loud groan from him as Caleb’s hips stuttered.

Y/n release hit so abruptly and so hard that she was completely unprepared. Mouth still attached to him as she whimpered around his skin, her sweet sounds going straight to his dick as her pussy tried milking him for everything he’s worth.

“Fuuuccck..!” His hips jerking up a few more times, pumping as he spilled into Y/n with a guttural groan that vibrated through her entire body.

Y/n limp body barely clung to him, both of them panting as he fell back into the chair. She collapsed onto his chest, listening to his heart as they slowly recovered. Caleb locked his arms loosely around her waist as he watched the victory screen casting a cool, blue glow over their tangled, slick bodies.

Caleb's laugh was breathless, a sound of pure triumph as he brushed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead. "Guess I’m keeping the game."

Y/n pouted. She’d forgotten all about the game, didn’t even realize when she had lost. Pressing herself closer, her body still humming with the aftershocks of climax. "Best two out of three?"

#love & deepspace #love and deepspace #lads caleb #caleb x you #caleb x mc #caleb x reader #lnds caleb #love and deepspace caleb #caleb smut #Caleb #love and deepspace smut #mc x caleb #xia yizhou #lads

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toasttt11 · 6 months ago

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surprises

summary: expecting to be alone on valentines days not knowing there was a surprise or rather surprises for her

will smith x reader x macklin celebrini

She let out a long sigh rubbing her face as she unlocked her apartment door, she just spent her normally free Friday in the library all day on Valentine’s days because her boyfriends were out of town. She would love a hug from her boyfriends right now.

If you told her a few months ago she would meet two boys who play hockey for the sharks and are best friends and now they are her boyfriends, she would have thought you were crazy.

She ran into them for the first time at the golf course and she noticed immediately they both were flirting with her so she assumed they were competing with each other not realizing they were trying to get her together.

She jumped putting a hand to her heart catching her breath when Macklin just popped in front of her, “Mack!” She exclaimed just getting the life scared out of her.

“Oops.” Macklin sheepishly grinned and i’m stepped forward pulling her into a tight hug and happily nuzzling his face in her neck sighing happily.

“You’re both supposed to be in Arizona.” She looked confused seeing Macklin and knew Will is somewhere in her apartment but she wrapped her arms around Macklin.

“I missed you.” Macklin pouted hiding his face in her neck pressing soft kisses.

“Missed you too.” She softly mumbled back and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

Will walked into the entrance way seeing them hugging and smiled fondly, “Happy Valentine’s Day sweet girl.” Will gently cooed as he pulled her into a hug just wrapping his arms around Macklin too and letting Macklin stay on her side and keep hugging her.

She hummed softly one arm around Macklin and one around Will and rested her head on Will’s chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Macklin mumbled softly.

“We have surprises for you.” Will said as he let go of her but kept an arm around her waist as Macklin reluctantly let go of her but kept holding her hand as they walked into her apartment.

There were rose pedals scattered, multiple flower bouquets across the living and dining room and kitchen, balloons and candles.

“We may have been told to look at Pinterest.” Will sheepishly told his girlfriend, Macklin and Will got help from Will’s sister.

“It’s perfect.” She smiled pressing a kiss to both of theirs cheeks, she didn’t need or expect anything and they were more than enough for Valentine’s Day.

“I made dinner and made sure Mack was nowhere near the kitchen.” Will teased as he told their girlfriend. Macklin grumbled reaching over and smacking Will softly.

“Go get comfy and we can eat.” Will playfully shooed her off and grabbed the back of Macklin’s shirt knowing if he let Macklin follow when she got dressed they would not end up eating dinner while it was still hot.

Macklin and Will plates three plates and bright drinks to the couch and left a small space in between them on the couch for her.

She came out a few minutes later in Will’s Shark sweatpants and Macklin’s Shark t-shirt and padded over getting comfortable in between the two.

Will clicked on their favorite TV show they always watch all three of them together and she took her first bite of food and made a happy sound, “It’s amazing.” She pressed a kiss to Wills cheek in thanks and then Macklin too knowing Macklin would pout if he didn’t get a kiss.

They all ate their foods and left the empty pates on the coffee teacher and all three of them settled even more on the cochin getting more comfortable.

She know had her legs draped over Will’s lap and Macklin was fully laying on top of her getting his hair played with.

Will pressed a kiss to the top of her head and leaned over pressing a kiss to Macklin’s head making Macklin smile happily.

It was the perfect Valentine’s Day for the three of them.

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staylovesmiley · 25 days ago

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I Hate To Admit- Chapter 1

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; DJ!Bangchan x Fem!Reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; When a new dancer joins the lineup at the infamous club ‘Charmer’, famous DJ “Wolf” Christopher Bahng can’t seem to catch her attention with his natural charm despite all his efforts. Will he be able to melt the icy boarders she’s built around her heart or will the cold shoulder she gives him be enough to deter the headstrong musician from his goal of making her fall for him as many of the dancers have before?

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; female!reader, angst, mild violence, smut, kind of enemies to lovers?, she/her pronouns used for reader, kinda cocky Bangchan in the beginning, Mentions of sex work, mature themes, lwk sugar daddy!Chan oops-

The air in the club was crisp, the ac able to fully do its job with the lack of bodies filling the space. Chris worked up on the stage testing his equipment to make sure he was ready for the long night ahead as he heard someone climbing up the steps to his left. “We’ve got a new dancer tonight.” Minho, his boss, said in a flat tone as he looked over the dj booth as if he knew what any of the devices there did. “Oh? What happened to Jade?” He asked without looking up from his board as he ran a couple of sound checks. “No Jade is still here. It’s Ruby, she injured herself skiing over the weekend and won’t be back for a couple of months while she recovers so I figured it was time to get someone else in the rotation.”

Damn, he really liked Ruby. Jade however, he could do without her constant shameless flirting with him and the rudeness she held towards the other dancers at the club. “Well if there is a get well card better let me know so I can give her my condolences.” The musician gave a lighthearted chuckle but Minho didn’t seem amused, still watching him with an unreadable expression. “Chris. I need you on your A game today, alright? This girl is experienced but I want to make sure her first night with us is good. We want her to stay, alright? I already had a talk with the other girls about making sure we are…open and friendly.” Chris couldn’t help but snort. “Yeah? You should give yourself that pep talk with how you keep staring me down, mate.” The club owner just blinked a few times before relaxing. “Sorry, just on edge. You know I don’t do well with change and while I do like this girl and think she’ll be a good fit I’m still worried about how things will go.”

Chris let out a sigh, nodding his head. “Yeah, I get that. So, what’s this girls name? Another gem to add to your collection?” The dj teased. So far all of the dancers at Charmer took on different stones as stage names. Jade, Ruby, Diamond, even Crystal though he felt that one was kind of a stretch of the theme. “No, quit insinuating that was something I had a hand in- I don’t pick the dancers names.” He huffed, rolling his eyes as he walked back towards the stairs. “Her name is Luna.”

As the lights went down and people began flooding the club, Chris watched as Jade entered the cage to his left with a wink thrown his way. “Try not to get too distracted watching me dance tonight, Wolf.” She teased him causing him to roll his eyes with his back turned to her. As he began the build up of his first set he caught movement in his peripheral vision to his right, it was you. Dressed in a skin tight black body suit and matching thigh high go-go boots, long silver hair in a singular braid starting at the top of your head going down your back to end just above your tailbone. He could tell from how the lights reflected off your body that over your nude fishnets and on your arms you had glitter that caught the flashing lights as you began to move. Slowly at first, you let yourself build up to the beat and he found himself mesmerized by the way you moved. Your smile was contagious as you worked to keep the energy in the club up, dancing non-stop through the whole first set.

Try as he might Chris felt his eyes fall on you more than he had planned during the twenty minutes of his first set. You were captivating and he knew he had to get to know you more after this night was over. He flashed you a smile when he caught you looking over to him briefly while you exited the stage to head back to the changing room for a break. The musician threw on some preset tunes to play in the meantime while he took his own break, heading off the stage to grab a drink from the bar. “You okay, man? You look like you’ve had the wind knocked out of you.” Jisung teased him from behind the bar as he made the DJ’s usual for him and slid it into his awaiting hand. “That was Luna?” Was his only response, turning to lean back against the bar and watch the crowd as he hoped you would somehow seek him out though he knew the dancers tended to keep to the back during breaks. “Yeah, she’s great isn’t she? Really won Min over during the interview process. I think he sees himself in her.” The younger man said with a chuckle and a light shake of his head. “Really? What makes you say that?” Chris questioned as he turned back to face his long time friend. “Well they both have an extensive history in dance going back to when they were kids, she kinda has that cold and distant thing going on where she doesn’t seem to pay anyone much attention, oh! and she brought him coffee during her first rehearsal so I think that’s definitely earned her brownie points. If Minho had any interest in women I’d be worried.” Jisung laughed as he wiped down the condensation and spilled mixers from the bar top. “Hm…good to know. This one sounds like fun.” Chris took a sip of his drink but almost choked as he felt the bar towel come whipping down on his shoulder. “Ya! No flirting with the dancers, Chris! Minho would throw a fit. Especially with this one, like I said she is like his special project or something.” The musician could only laugh, saluting to the younger man as he pushed away from the bar leaving his half drunken cup in his place. “Heard loud and clear, Ji! Gotta go prep for this next set see you byyeee~” Jisung rolled his eyes and sighed exasperatedly. “He’s still gonna flirt with her….well- I tried.”

Meanwhile you were backstage sipping at your bottle of water as you fixed the wig you wore for the night with a few extra bobby pins. “I don’t like the way Wolf was looking at you, new girl.” Came the obnoxiously high pitched tone of your fellow dancer as she invaded your personal space. “Just so you know, he’s my man so you better back off.” You couldn’t help but scoff, turning to fix her with a deadpan stare. “If he was really your man then maybe his eyes wouldn’t wander so easily, hm?” Carefully, you stood from your seat causing Jade to flinch back slightly. “You don’t have to worry about me, sister. I’m here to work and that’s all, I don’t have intentions of getting with anyone here now or in the future. This is just a paycheck.” She huffed, stomping a high heeled foot with an audible clacking sound before storming off to take the stage once more. You rolled your eyes and set your water back down at your vanity before making your way to the stage entrance as well. This club wasn’t much different from others you had worked in, but you really did get along well with your employer so you told yourself you needed to keep your attitude in check and not be so hostile towards the other dancers but this Jade girl was really set on pushing your buttons. “Don’t pay her any mind, Luna. I know she can be kind of a…” You heard your boss call from behind you as he seemed to step out of the shadows. “A cunt? Yeah- don’t worry I’ve had my fair share of Jades in my career I think I can handle her.” You teased with a wink causing the man to chuckle and give you a smirk. “Just wanted to make sure you knew that she’s like that with almost all of the dancers, even me, so just don’t take it personally.” You gave him a nod and a little wave. “Well, gotta get back out there. See you at closing?” Minho gave a nod before heading for the exit into the club. “Gotta go check on my fiancé and make sure he isn’t drowning at the bar since we had someone call out again tonight. I’ll be watching so make sure to put on a good show.” He gave you a wink before disappearing through the curtain and you took a deep breath before climbing the stage and entering your cage to the right of the stage. Just a few more hours to go, you can do this, you told yourself.

After the night was over and it was mere hours before the sun would begin rising you found yourself walking out of dressing room in a light blue velour track suit with your costume bag slung over your shoulder and your natural hair as presentable as you could get it after having it under a wig all night. Minho caught you as you walked out with a beaming Jisung by his side. “Great work tonight, Luna. This is for you.” He handed you an envelope with your check and a cash bonus from your share of the drink sales of the evening. “Thank you so much! Really- this was such a great opportunity and I hope you’ll have me back soon.” The club owner scoffed and gave you a soft smirk. “Back soon? As far as I’m concerned you’re one of my girls now. I’ll see you back next Wednesday for rehearsals before the weekend?” You stared at him a bit in disbelief, having been under the impression this was a one time gig. “Are you serious? Oh my god yes yes of course I promise I won’t let you down!” Jisung laughed and shook his head as he clung to his fiancé’s arm. “Don’t stress it, baby. If you weren’t so close in age to us I swear he’d try to adopt you.” Minho raised an eyebrow, giving a slight shrug. “Don’t tempt me I might try and pull some strings to still make that happen.” The three of you laughed at that, the happy couple wishing you a goodnight as you made for the door.

“Wait up!” Came a voice from behind you, a strong arm shooting out to your side as the hand attached to it wrapped around the handle to the door. “Let me walk you out, gorgeous?” You turned around to find yourself face to face with the infamous Wolf, one of the best DJ’s around. His hair was hidden under a black beanie, his zip up hoodie hanging haphazardly off of his shoulder showing off lean muscle under his thin black tank top. You raised an eyebrow at him as you looked him up and down, noting the large bag of his equipment in his other hand, before looking back up to see the smirk he now wore at the assumption you were checking him out. “I’m Chris, it’s nice to meet you…?” “Luna, but I figured you already knew that.” You responded turning away from him to leave only to see he was still holding the door. “Well yeah but I was hoping to catch your real name, newbie.” You let out a sigh, turning back around so your back rested against the cool metal of the exit door. “Chris, look, I’m sure this works for lots of other girls. You come up all chivalrous with your cool dj aura and your foreign accent and they all swoon.” You made sure to throw in a few dramatic hand gestures, keeping eye contact the entire time. “But it’s just not for me, m’kay?” Chris stood there a bit dumbfounded, mouth open slightly and his confidence quickly draining from his stance. “I wasn’t-“ You laughed, shaking your head. “I may be new to this club but I am not new to the drama of DJ’s and bar tenders who sleep around with all the dancers like it’s some sort of competition who can bed them all first.” You pushed back from the door, easily crowding his space as you rested a hand against his chest delicately. “So, Chris, I’m warning you now that I don’t want any part of it. I’m here to work, that’s all. It’s oh so sweet of you to offer to walk me out but I’ve got it, I can take care of myself.” Your voice was dripping with sugar in a mocking tone and you couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly as you watched him swallow hard. Part of you wished you were still in your dancing shoes which gave you enough height that you towered over him. “Get home safe now, alright? Have a nice night.” Now that you had backed him away from the door successfully you were able to leave with ease, making your way out to the ride you had booked earlier on your phone. “Sorry to keep you waiting, I’ll double your tip to make it up to you I promise.”

Once you made it back home you dropped your bag at the door and slipped off the sneakers you’d worn out of the club. You tried to be as quiet as possible as you made your way to the bathroom to take the hottest shower you could manage before quickly working through your bedtime routine. You knew this new schedule would be difficult to adjust to, but you would get the hang of it eventually. Once your body was thoroughly washed, lotion applied to ever inch of skin you could reach, and your damp hair carefully twisted into an overnight curler you let yourself relax in bed as you set your alarms for a measly three hours from when you finally let yourself head hit your pillow for the night.

You felt as if you had just closed your eyes by the time your alarm was blaring in your ears. Letting out a loud groan you rolled before lifting up on one arm to turn the offending noise off. Just as you were about to flop back down to drift off once more a sharp round of knocks sounded on your door. “Rise and shine, sleepy head! Time to get ready for work!” Your roommate called out to you, much too cheerily for how late you know he himself had likely stayed up gaming with his friends. “Yeah yeah be there in a second-“

Just like you had rushed through your night time routine, you rushed through your morning routine and quickly threw on a pair of dark wash jeans and a fitted black babydoll tee, pulling your hair back to keep it off your face and neck before slipping on your nonslip shoes at the door. “Ready?” You turned to ask your roommate, watching as the man in very similar dress gave you a playful wink and held the front door open for you. “Been waiting for you for like ten minutes sooo yeah, I’d say I’m ready!”

The two of you walked to your job at the little bakery just down the street from your apartment, swaying your clasped hands playfully as he told you about his gaming session with your mutual friend Seungmin the night before. “I dunno, Lix. Sounds to me like he was carrying again- he’s got a point.” Felix, your roommate and best friend, let out a dejected whine as he threw back his head in fake (or maybe it was real) devastation. “Not you too, y/n! Come on- cut me some slack I don’t always have to be carried in games!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his dramatics, using your free hand to poke his cheek as you both entered the back alley that lead to the kitchen door for the bakery. “Awe Lixie, you know I’m just teasing you! You’re better at games than I am?” This did not help relieve the pout that had settled itself on his freckled face as he used his key to unlock the back door and let you both in. “Yeah but you aren’t a gamer- it doesn’t count!”

He sighed, stepped aside to let you enter first before shutting and locking the door behind you both. “I’ll put on some coffee if you go ahead and start prep work? Also don’t forget I want you to tell me all about how your first night was last night!” The blonde made his way to the front counters to prep the different machines for the cafe portion of the store, knowing Hyunjin and Jeongin, who were the resident baristas of the shop, were usually running a bit behind on Monday mornings and this would help things run a bit smoother once it was time to open. “It went well, I think! The boss loves me, his fiancé too- actually lowkey I’m expecting them to ask me to be their child or surrogate for their child at some point with how much they seem to like me.” You joked as you got to work making sure the counters were properly cleaned and sanitized before getting out the ingredients you would need for the first few pastries of the day. “And what about the other dancers? Did you make any friends?”

Felix came back shortly with coffee just the way you liked it, setting it aside where it was still within reach but not in the way of your baking before he took a sip of his own sugar concoction then got to work washing his hands to begin helping you. “Well- it was just one other dancer with me last night since Sundays can be kind of slow…and she was- nice? God why am I lying to you- she was a complete bitch.” That had Felix laughing, shaking his head at you as he began rolling out the puff pastry for your fritters and danishes. “Ouch- so not the best first impression…at least the owners like you? What about the dj? Was the music at least tolerable?” You let out a sigh, carefully popping the mini pie shells into the over before beginning to cut the fresh fruit that would go inside of them later to create little tarts. “It was actually really good music. I didn’t have to even think about my moves the flow was so good. But-“ your roommate raised an eyebrow at that, pausing to look up at you. “But?”

You let out a groan and rolled your eyes. “I get the feeling he’s one of those player types…the other dancer, Jade, she said he was her man and was pretty adamant about me staying away from him but at the end of the night he tried to walk me out. I get the feeling he’s one of those guys who tries to get with all the dancers like it’s some sort of status symbol-“ Felix made a disgusted face, shaking the thoughts from his head before getting back to work. “Well just try and steer clear of him as usual, don’t want another Danny situation.” You cringed, not wanting to think about him or what went down when you had first started dancing in the club scene.

Just then, as if to save you from talk of your weekend gigs, the sound of the back door opening and the chill of mid February air brushed inside the small kitchen of the family owned bakery signaling that your other two friends and coworkers had arrived. “Gooood morning my beautiful besties!” Hyunjin sang as he twirled into the room in his long puffer coat, a very sleepy and slightly disheveled looking Jeongin trailing behind him. “It’s too early for him to have this much energy-“ the youngest grumbled as he shuffled his way to the front of the store to finish setting up for opening in an hour.

“He’s just grumpy cause he stayed up all night talking to that girl from his English class about her shitty boyfriend and he’s still stuck in the friendzone.” The taller man said as he leaned down to give a kiss to the top of your head and then one to Felix’s forehead. “You guys need any help back here or am I good to go help Innie up front?” You shook your head, giggling at his somewhat contagious energy as you suddenly felt way more rejuvenated for the day having all three of them here. “We’ve got this, to start taking down the chairs while Ayen counts the drawer, ‘kay Jinnie?” He gave you a salute before heading out to the front of the store.

This store had belonged to your grandparents, who passed it down to your mother, who then passed it to you when she had died two years ago. As devastated as it was, still having this place made you feel like part of her was still alive. You did pretty well for yourself despite having to take on so much without much experience, but you’re friends helped you through it and with both the money you made at the bakery as well as your weekend dancing gigs you were able to keep yourself and the business afloat.

You, Felix, and Hyunjin had met in highschool and while Jeongin was a bit younger he was brought into your little group in college along with his roommate Seungmin. Now the youngest of your friend group was still finishing up his masters in teaching but when your mom had past you had given up your dreams of going to the school of arts for dance in favor of taking over the family business. Felix and Hyunjin still went to school but since they were in their last year they had plenty of time to help out and swore that they wouldn’t let you do things alone. This was your family, all you had left, and it warmed your heart that they were there for you through thick and thin.

After getting enough baked goods finished to fill the front case and starting to prep for the next few batches you gave the go ahead to open up shop and soon you had your regulars filing in to line up for their morning coffee and a sweet treat. “Hi, welcome to Sunrise Cafe and bake shop, what can I get started for you?”

The week had come and gone like a blur, rehearsal’s Wednesday in the evening went even quicker as you tried to dodge the glare some of the other dancers, particularly Jade, threw your way. Word must have gotten to her about your interaction with Wolf last Sunday as you were leaving and despite you having turned him down even for just an offer to walk you out she seemed to be the type that didn’t want you to even breathe the same air as her man.

It was finally Saturday night and you were dressed in a red cropped leather vest with a zipper down the entire front and a pair of matching leather shorts with your same black go-go boots, your silver wig now styled in two bubble braids draped over each of your shoulders as you made your way to the bar. “Hey Jisung! Could I get a redbull before the next set, please? I feel like I’m gonna crash without some caffeine.” You gave him your best puppy eyes, leaning over the counter slightly so he could see you better over the flashing strobe lights. “Sure thing, baby! Just give me a sec to finish up this drink?” He asked with an equally effective pouty look causing you to giggle.

“It’s nice to see you warming up to us already.” Came the thick Australian accent you had been hoping to avoid that evening. “Hi, Wolf. Didn’t think me being friendly with one of the owners constituted warming up to everyone.” You turned to face him, eyebrow raised as you stared him down. With your nearly three inch boost you were now roughly the same height, you being maybe slightly taller than him even. “Look, I’m sorry if I offended you or anything the other night but I promise I was just trying to be friendly.” He started, taking a step closer to lean against the bar beside you. “Sure you were, and I politely let you know to fuck off.” You said with that same sickeningly sweet tone as before, turning back to take the redbull offered to you from a very awkward looking Han Jisung.

“Right- well I just wanted to come and apologize..ya see it’s good that the dancers and I get along well since we have to work so closely and so I really dont want any drama here-“ You cut him off, holding a finger up to him. “There it is, the famous opening line. Look, I don’t want any drama either which is why I’m telling you to just mind your business, play your beats, and maybe we can be civil then.” He looked like there was more he wanted to say but just at that moment Jade came running out in her dark emerald pleather mini dress and practically threw herself at the musician. “Wolfie~ I missed you! I thought you’d come and see me backstage before the next set.” She pouted, clinging to his arm like one of the koalas from his native country. He looked a little uneasy having her hanging off of him like that, it almost made you feel pity for him until something in the back of your mind told you it was probably because he got caught by one of his flings trying to pick you up as well to join his roster. “I’m gonna go freshen up before the next set, great talk Wolf.” You gave him a nod before waving genuinely back to Jisung behind the bar as you left to return to the dressing rooms.

Chris groaned, shrugging the petite dancer off his arm before stepping aside. “Jade, I told you to cut that out remember? We are colleagues, nothing more.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he waved one of the other bartenders over for a drink. “Awe but you know that’s all for show here, I can see the way you look at me when you think no one is watching. Why don’t you just give in already and you and I can have some fun?” She giggled obnoxiously and leaned over the bar beside him. “You’re a pretty girl Jade, I’m just not interested.” He said as politely as he could, quickly taking the drink handed to him and downing it as fast as he could without gagging. “I gotta go back and prep for the next set. Please just behave?”

Before he could make a run for it her perfectly manicured hands placed themselves on his shoulders as she leaned in and whispered as seductively as she could. “What’s the fun in that when you could make me behave?” Then she licked up the column of his neck to behind his ear causing a shiver to run up his spine. His eyes just so happened to lock with yours from where you were peeking out through the curtain back stage, clearly trying to see what was taking them so long as it was about time for the next set to begin. Fuck, this is not going to go over well with his plans to get closer to you.

author’s note; this is kind of just a build up chapter to introduce everyone to the characters and the beginnings of dynamics among them (also I know Binnie hasn’t made an appearance yet i promise he will in the next chapter~) I hope you all enjoy this new lil story I’ve cooked up! I’m also trying a new thing adding music to the start of each chapter for this fic just to get the club vibes going~ I also wanna clarify that reader is just a go-go dancer and is not a stripper (at this club at least heheh) please lmk what you think in the comments and reblogs so I know if you guys like it and want me to continue~

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cannibalcow01 · 25 days ago

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Me, U, and Ur Brother. (Ran Haitani.)

Slight smut/ Cockblock Rindou.

*Drug use

*Crack on crack.

Living next to the Haitani's had its ups and downs.

Downs included: Waking up from a much needed nap or dead sleep to hear Rindou on his DJ set. He was good but honestly, not "Oh cool! We're partying at 3am?" good. Not really "I have a mad hangover but keep playing!" good..

Other times you'd hear a bunch of thuds and Ran yelling. Throwing a fit about not getting his way or throwing dudes around... Well you hoped it was dudes? Not some poor girl getting her guts liquidified.

Rip..

And don't get me started on all the sketchy shit they have going on in their house..

But they weren't all too bad you guessed. Sure they were loud, nosey, a little mean.

But the good part was..

"What are you doing outside? Looking all sad and shit."

You rolled your eyes at the sleepy purple ones staring you down. You had tried to hide from everyone. Curling up in the hammock in back of your house-- just to get some air, some time to think..

But somehow it was always Ran who sniffed you out... Especially when he wanted something.

Shrugging you let out a sigh. "Just sitting. What are you doing outside? Shouldn't you be asleep like always?"

Ran copied you. "Can't sleep." He eyed your slouched figure. Hunchback of Notre Dame looking ass, but he noticed you weren't in your usual homeless wear today-- you looked nice?.. Oh Right! "Hey, wait! I thought you had a date today? That one nerdy guy with the lame glasses?"

You knew who he was talking about and you fought the urge to throw something. "Ugh. A bust... Turns out guys who get good grades and act charming can be assholes too."

That was a shame... Ran had high hopes for that one. (Not really ) "Wanna come over and smoke? Rindou's out-- we can play in his room."

Tempting...

Though any other girl would take that sexually you knew better. Rindou had all the cool gadgets and shit in his space. He didn't let you or Ran touch ANYTHING since you both broke everything you laid your eyes on.

Fuck it..

"Sure."

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The thick smoke swirled around in the air, making pretty white sheer shapes. The pungent smell of weed seeped into every fiber and surface in Rindou's poor room.

Oops, guess you two forgot to open a window.

After the second joint was lit, you and Ran couldn't focus on anything. Not Rins DJ set, not the video game console, not even his laptop that was playing some movie in a language you both didn't know.

Your body was light, your head quiet. All the stress of the day just melted away. Your eyes felt heavy and you were starving! It's a good thing you and Ran had a plate of Chicken between you... While you both laid on the floor.

How did you end up there with a plate of chicken? No fucking idea.. One of you must have fell or laid down. Then the other joined..

Where did the chicken come from? Hell if you knew.. And Ran didn't know either. When did he leave the room to make it? Did he buy it? Where was his wallet?

Ran didn't even remember getting up and making the snack-- did you? You should remember because you were standing right next to him.. But you didn't...

Either way they were warm and the meat was juicy. The best fucking chicken you've had in you life! All crispy and shit..

"What was I saying?"

What? Was he talking? Oh shit-- you were too busy mouth fucking this chicken.

"Uh--"

Ran gasped. "Oh yeah! So yeah. I didn't hit it.."

Oh now you remember! He was trying to make you feel better about your failed date by telling you his.

You shook your head. "Why not? I mean, I don't clam slam myself but she was fucking hot! I'd try the chowder if it was her."

Ran snorted. "She had clitter glitter."

You made a face at the ceiling. "What now?"

Ran took a slow bit out of his chicken. With a full mouth. ".... toilet paper. There were pieces of toilet paper in her coochie down to the crack. It gave me the ick so I made an excuse to leave. Said Rindou was stuck in the dryer.. She actually bought it!"

The laugh you let out. it probably made the windows shake. "You're shitting me?!"

Ran smiled and shook his head no. The proudest look on his face that he actually pulled some shit like that off. "Nope. That girl has the body of a porn star but the brains of a jellyfish. I'd probably have to bubble wrap her if we ever got drunk or high together. I don't want to babysit."

You nodded like you understood what he was saying. No you weren't judging Ran's choice in girls, you really couldn't. Sure he liked girls who were basically walking fuck toys. But you were no better-- You liked guys who were well off academically. (They'd make good money in the future) You sure as hell weren't great in school and always broke. But they all ended up ghosting you or cheating.

...Turns out you both sucked at picking them. They always turned out to be the same-- a waste of time

Ran coughed. "Any whoodle toaster strudel-- Say something babe.... You being all quiet is making me paranoid."

Oh shit.. "My bad." You slowly opened your eyes. You hadn't really noticed that you closed them and started drifting off with a half eaten chicken wing in your hand.

You looked up at the ceiling..

Mean purple eyes stared back at you... It sent a shock of fear up your back and you gasped while trying to make the floor swallow you up to hide you from the evil one..

Ran twitched beside you. He was slowly falling asleep too. "What?!"

You saw a blur of blonde and teal. 'Just looking all mad this one..' "Uh...I think Rindou's home."

Ran hummed from his spot. "Oh shit. We should get out of here before he sees us."

You smiled while Rindou scoffed and nudged his brother with his foot. "What the fuck are you guys going in here?! Getting your greasy ass finger prints on my shit!"

Ran sat up. "Oh shit! Grab the children and run!"

Children? Did he mean the fuckin chicken?..

You watched Ran run out (more like stumble out) with the plate of chicken and only one braid still holding on. He yelled after you. "To my room bitch!"

You snorted at the sight. Then it hit you-- you looked at Rindou. "Did that 5 headed hoochie call me a BITCH?"

Rindou nodded but then pointed to the hall. "Out. Before I pop out your joints from their sockets."

You grumbled and rolled before getting up. You grabbed his hand and placed the half eaten wing in it. "For your troubles." Then walked (Ran) out.

Rindou rolled his eyes and threw it in his trashcan. "What an idiot.."

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When you walked into Ran's room he was waiting for you on his bed. The window was finally open and let in a cool breeze.

He clicked his tongue when you fell face first into his bed. If this mattress could talk.. There would probably be a few cum stains yelling. "Paapaaa." "Papaa Ran, hold me."

You would normally shoot up and go home to scrub yourself raw-- IF you were sober. But right now.. you were getting tired.

Ran cleared his throat. "So I was thinking--"

You cut him off. "Did it hurt?"

He pushed your head into his mattress a little deeper. But you could hear the smile in his words. "Shut up."

You snorted and motioned for him to go on with your hand.

He took a second but eventually spit it out. "Why don't we just date?"

"Huh?" You turned to see Ran in your bubble. You pushed his face away. "Act like your hairline Haitani and back up a couple inches."

Ran deadpanned. "I'm serious."

You laughed. "Hell no."

He seemed hurt. "Why not?"

You gave him a droll look. "Why not? Why NOT?! You're not boyfriend material Ran."

He held his hands over his heat. Fake ass.. "Ouch! I'm hurting. Kiss me to make it better."

...Oh.

You scoffed. "Damn it Ran! You're just horny. I'm going home."

He stopped you before you could even get up. "No. Seriously.. What's wrong with dating me? You know what you're getting into, you know I'm an asshole already. You already know what kind of person I am and the shit I'm into and I know what kind of person you are. It makes sense right?"

You scrunched up your nose. "That's the problem. We're too much alike. We'll probably fight everyday."

He shook his head and smiled. "So? At least we'll be able to mad fuck after. I last longer when I'm mad."

That was a joke.. he could go on for hours! *Snort*

You were about to tell him to fuck off.

"Just one kiss. If you feel nothing I won't bring it up again. I just wanna see."

It was probably just the weed talking. It couldn't have been that Ran secretly had a thing for you.. nooo. Not that.. It wasn't because he was fed up with watching you waste time on little pussies when he was right there. Just waiting for you to be his.. No it wasn't the weed that gave him enough confidence to do what he's been thinking about.

And it must be the weed that kept you on Ran's bed...

It's the weeds fault you didn't tell him "No." when he asked to kiss you again. And it was the weeds fault you kept on going.-- totally not the way you actually felt comfortable around Ran, and it's not like you found him kinda attractive either.. even with his big ass forehead..

He was just a friend-- You were his friend--- You both were bad at lying. You Couldn't even convince yourselves..

Your mind was buzzing. But so was your body.. and no. It wasn't a bad feeling.

The kiss was sweet and slow. The complete opposite of what you and Ran were really like. You both tried to hide it-- but again, you knew one another like that back of your hands so why bother?!

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Underwear was the only modestly you and Ran had on right now. You were pretty sure you ripped his shirt in two-- that's okay, your bra was fucked too. $30 dollars down the drain..

It's funny.. You both had gotten high and drunk together hundreds of times. You've hung out just for the hell of it, hell you even napped together sometimes! Why did you both wait so long to do this?

Your back arched when Ran's fingers curled deep inside you. His thumb drawing tight figure eights on your slippery clit.

Rindou was in the next room.. Poor guy-- Ran shut you up with a sloppy kiss. Teeth clanking and tongues rolling. But in reality, he didn't want his little brother to hear the sounds that were only meant for him. He was the most greedy out of the two anyway.

Geez possessive already?

He couldn't help it. His dick was hard and up against your thigh. It hasn't even felt the squeeze of your soft walls yet and he was losing his mind. Should he be embarrassed of all the pre cum that soaked though his underwear and onto your skin? Probably-- but your pussy around his fingers made his brain slower than the weed ever could.

He let out a groan when your cunt began to flutter and grip at his fingers. Your thighs began to twitch and you nails dug into the skin of his arm and back before you tried to push him away.

He's heard stories... That's probably why he wanted you so bad but-- (That's what he told himself..)

His speed picked up and he pushed against that soft spot deep inside everytime he shoved his fingers in. He wanted to keep you quiet but found himself lost in the way you sounded.. The way his name came out, a tone of pleasure and desperation, instead of annoyance.

He could get used to this..

You let out a pornographic like moans that he began to mock but quickly they became real and breathy just like yours.

Clear liquid began to gush out of you. He just knew you were a squirter and Ran's never been so happy to have his mattress ruined. But he needed you..

He couldn't wait anymore. His cock was stiff and beginning to hurt. Your underwear was yanked off from the middle of your legs. His was already gone..

You felt a little shy while he spread you wider for him. He was just staring..

"What? I have clitter glitter too?"

He smiled. "You're glittering with something else. I don't really wanna waste it."

Before you could ask.

His face was between your thighs. Your fingers tangled in his hair. That braid that was hanging on for dear life gave up it's battle long ago. You hardly saw him with his hair down, but it was doing something to you..

Especially when he looked up and groaned into your pussy. Like he was a starved man and eating his very last meal all at the same time.

He finally came up for air. "Can I fuck you now?"

You shrugged. "Sure. I'm just here enjoying my time until you man up and shove it in."

Ran wanted to argue but he was getting desperate.( he wasn't going to tell you that.) But he did tell himself you were just as needy. Especially since you were quick to wrap your legs around him when he climb up.

One more kiss-- Ran hissed when he lined himself up to your entrance. His dick was struggling to fit--

He was going to have to shove himself in.

Eh, he'd feel bad about it later---

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Ran's room door swung open...

Rindou walked in. He didn't even seem bothered that you literally threw Ran off of you and covered yourself with his bedsheets.

Ran was so red! Rindou wanted to laugh but held it in.

"What the fuck Rin?! I'm going to beat your ass!"

He ignored his brother and looked at you. "So, quick question. You think having a bubble machine at one of my gigs is a good move or?"

..... Was he fucking serious? Your high was dying a bit-- Did you really almost fuck Ran? WTF?

You shook your head and leaned back on his headboard. "Uh.. What?"

Rindou rolled his eyes while Ran was just flabbergasted. Were you really answering Rindou's stupid questions.

"Bubbles? I was asked in I could DJ at some rave."

You let out a little "oh.." before you perked up. "A rave you say? What kind of bubbles? Because if I were you, I'd get some neon colored solution so it would look trippy under the black lights."

You two began to talk like Ran wasn't naked on the floor and you weren't naked in his bed.

(Rin) "Wanna go with me?"

You tilted your head. "Seriously?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

You liked to dance.. "When?"

He took out his phone. "In like an hour. You can be my dancer and be with me on stage if you want?"

"Oh hell yeah!" Both brothers blinked when you skipped out of the room to go get ready. You didn't bother to get dressed or anything! Just wrapped up in Ran's sheets and out the back door.

Rindou smiled to himself before he stepped up to his big brother. Ran was still on the floor with his pants around his ankles. He wasn't going anywhere like that. Rin smirked down at his brother.. "Are you mad?"

Hell yeah he was! But Rindou didn't let him say shit. Ran opened his mouth but Rin cut him off.

"I bet you're mad.. But you know what? Do you remember a few summers back? We were bored out of our minds, then suddenly a big orange moving van pulled up?."

Ran was gritting his teeth. "What?-- orange van? The only time we've seen one was when Y/n moved in next door."

Rindou scoffed. " Looks like you haven't completely smoked out your brain. But remember when she stepped out of her parents car? What did I say?-- I called dibs.."

Ran stood up and pulled up his pants. "I don't know what you're talking about. And I don't care. Get over here so I can bash your face in."

Rindou stepped back and smiled. He was mocking Ran by shaking his finger in his face. "Ah ah.. If you hit my face she'll ask what happened. I'll tell her you did it. She won't talk to you for a good while."

He was right... You always gave him shit and told him to be nicer to Rindou. He protected his baby brother all the time, but you've never seen that part.

Later that night Rindou got a good punch to the gut. It had so much force in it that it actually hurt a little to pee after..

Eh, to Rindou-- it was all worth it.. Especially since he had you next to him all night.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #ran haitani #rindou haitani #tokyo rev ran #tokyo rev rindou #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani x you #ran haitani x y/n #tokyo revengers rindou #tokyo revengers ran

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cheshire-castle-library · 8 months ago

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Grumbo is so interesting

We had a son its a robot that can't cope with the world, lets make him a world where hes okay.

Im bringing our son into the new season, a season in which mumbo is palpably Not Present (due to irl burnout). Oops our son is also not okay about mumbo dissapearance and tears open time/space about it.

*shoots down stress so she can't defeat mumbo on tower tall competition* (tiny voice) "i love mumbo" <- BTW implies he doesn't love stress which may or may not be something

"I don't like that. im all the friend you need" in a tone like mumbo both cannot lose grian and will not Share grian

Grian builds a safe hiding spot and goes out for supplies like a soul breadwinner of a household, mumbo can't help but worry grian is stepping out.

I made the series, i know all the surprises, so im gonna feed you little hints and prepare you for the chaos because i care you specifically.

Mumbo starves to death right in front of Grian, all the while begging him for help he's not able to give (because hes Tabbed Out)

Mumbo runs to Grian while on fire in some last hope for succor.

Grian unknowingly builds the very instrument of Mumbo's unmaking, giving Mumbo the taste of power he ran mad with.

They are doomed and spiraling around each other.

They are the moon and earth. The moon's gravity diverting hurtling space debris in most but not all cases. The moon for which the earth's tides yern. Meanwhile the Earth gives place for the moon, but also drawing it in closer and closer in infinitesimal distances. Yet when they finally reach each others embrace, only carnage will remain.

Grian is the Moon that revolves around Mumbo, and their dance is one of the doomed.

Grian is the hand and Mumbo is the inevitability of Fate.

#i posted this in the grumbo group #but only then realized i can't rb it out #so im reposting it #i wasn't sure itd be a good post when is tsrted #grumbo #waffle duo #grian #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft #life series #traffic #but anyway free brain worms #i don't have any ability to use them

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cherrysinner · 2 months ago

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BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE.ᐟ

❄️ pairing: bsf!spencer x crush!reader

❄️ summary: spending a winter day out with your best friend

❄️ warnings / tags: fluff as pure as snow! first kiss hehe WC: 2.1k

❄️ author's note: it's summer but since i'm a child of snow i got the urge to write this. oops! also i wanted to try out writing with proper capitalization, idk if i prefer this or all lowercase...

SPENCER REID MASTERLIST ❄️

"You know I don't like being cold," Spencer said in a slightly whiny tone as you tugged him by his hand, the two of you wearing matching mittens that you'd knitted. "And that's why I told you to dress warm!" You teased in a sing-songy tone, the pure snow under your shoes crunching, "It's such a beautiful day, and you're saying you'd rather spend it inside, cooped up with a book?"

"Yes," the man deadpanned, and you looked back at him with a scowl, Spencer's lips slightly quirking up, "What are we even gonna do?" "We're gonna play in the snow like we're little kids." You grinned up at the man, letting go of his hand once you arrived at the park where you two often took walks, looking much different than usual; the pond in the middle had frozen over, snow covering everything except the usual walkways that had been plowed over.

"You can't be serious." Spencer said with a small chuckle, "As serious as a heart attack!" You bent down to gather some snow, starting to roll it into a ball, "This is war, Dr. Reid." You announced, before throwing a snowball at him, Spencer's mouth forming into a shocked 'o' as it hit his chest, and you keeled over in laughter, "You're never gonna get meee!" you taunt childishly.

Spencer's eyes narrowed momentarily, only for him to bend down and start gathering snow. You squealed when you felt a snowball hit your torso, before bursting into laughter, both of you starting to gather snow at the same time.

The two of you ran around the park, throwing snowballs at each other, laughter and squeals echoing around you as each of you did your best to dodge the other's attack, shouting childish taunts at one another, until eventually, the two of you fell on your backs onto the soft snow side by side, raucous laughter leaving both your lips. You looked to the man next to you, Spencer's cheeks red from the cold. You couldn't help but smile, taking one of your mittens off and pinching the soft, red skin, causing Spencer to scrunch up his nose, "What was that for?"

"I dunno." You shrugged, biting down on your cold lower lip, before booping the man's nose, "You look all red." "That's because it's cold, so my body is trying to warm itself up by circulating blood close to the surface to protect my skin." "Oh really? I thought it was because you were turning into a tomato. Maybe I should knit you a green hat next." Spencer rolled his eyes at your joke, only for you to stick your tongue out at him.

You scooched slightly further away from Spencer so you had enough space to stretch out your arms and legs, the man looking at you with furrowed brows until you started moving your limbs and he realized what you were doing.

"Are you... making a snow angel?" He asked, slightly amused, "Yes! And you're gonna do it too." You smiled, too busy looking up at the clear blue sky as you continued marking the snow with the imprint of your body to notice the way Spencer was looking at you, a fond smile on his lips, his hazel eyes practically sparkling with adoration, until eventually, he turned around to face the sky and started to make his own snow angel.

Once you were satisfied, you clumsily got up off the ground and brushed the snow off your clothes before holding your hand out to Spencer. He took your hand, and you helped him up off the ground, brushing the snow off his own clothes.

"Ooh, I wanna take a picture of this!" You exclaimed, pulling out your phone and opening the camera, "I don't think I'll ever understand the obsession people have with capturing every moment." "Some of us don't have an eidetic memory." You smiled at the sound of the shutter that came from your phone when you took the picture, before pocketing your phone and turning to look up at him a small smile, "And I want to make sure I remember today." "You do?" "Of course, Spencer." You chuckled softly, "I wanna remember every day I spend with you."

Spencer couldn't help the way his heart fluttered at your words, at the pure sincerity in your tone, at the way you looked at him... only for him to be pulled out of his affectionate thoughts when you took hold of his sleeve and started tugging him in a rush, "C'mon!"

"Alright, what are we doing now?" Spencer asked when you finally came to a stop. You turned to him with a mischievous smile on your lips, putting your hands on your hips and puffing your chest out in pride, "We're gonna build a snowman." Spencer nodded quietly, biting the inside of his cheek, "What is it?"

"I've... never actually built a snowman." The brunette scratched the back of his neck with a tight-lipped half-smile, his statement causing your eyes to widen in surprise. "What?! You've never built a snowman?" "Well, I'd never really had a snowball fight before either." "Nuh-uh. This won't do." You shook your head, "We're gonna build the nicest snowman ever. One that puts all snowmen to shame."

Spencer's half-smile soon turned into a genuine one as the two of you started forming the snowman's body parts; you tasked him with forming the middle part and the head while you took care of the bottom part.

"What do you think we should name him?" You ask Spencer when you were about halfway through rolling the bottom part, Spencer humming in response, "We're supposed to name it?" "Don't call him an 'it', Spencer! Snowmen are sensitive creatures." "Alright, what should we name him?" "I don't know. Mr. Snowy?" "That's not very creative." "Hey!" You laugh, looking to Spencer as you finish rolling the bottom part, "Do you have any better ideas?" "Well, we could reference famous fictional snowmen."

The two of you brought the rest of the snowballs and stacked them on top of the bottom piece, and after having found some pebbles to use for eyes and a smile and wrapping your scarf around its neck, you stood next to the snowman with a proud look on your face, until you realized something.

"I almost forgot!" You laughed, digging through your coat pockets and eventually holding up a carrot with a goofy smile, making Reid chuckle softly, "You... you had a carrot in your pocket." "I come prepared."

You stuck the carrot right in the middle of the snowman's round head, gently patting it's head, "Congratulations, Dr. Reid. It's a man. A snowman, to be more specific."

The two of you spent the next hour or so sitting in the park, cups of hot chocolate warming up both your hands, until eventually you told Spencer that there was one more thing you wanted to do before you'd part ways. The man followed you without a second thought, but when you arrived in front of a skating rink, they definitely started appearing in his head. "You want us to skate?"

"It's fun! I haven't skated in so long, but I used to love it as a kid." You smiled up at him, "I don't really know how to..." "That's okay. You can just hold onto me. Trust me, skating's not difficult at all once you get the hang of it." You held your hand out for the man to take, but he still seemed hesitant, glancing between your face and your hand. "Come on, Spencer. You're a genius. How hard can it be to slide on ice?"

"Intelligence has nothing to do with balancing on a blade on ice." Spencer mumbled, but when he looked up to your face and saw the pleading look in your eyes, glimmering under the fairylights surrounding the outdoor skating rink, he couldn't help but let out an exasperated sigh and take your hand.

Once you'd put on the ice skates you'd rented, you gracefully slid onto the ice, spinning to face Spencer as he wobbled onto the ice, holding onto the railing. You let out a soft laugh, only for the man to flash you a scowl, his lips turning down into a frown. "Come on. I told you, I'm gonna hold onto you." You smiled, holding out your hand.

Hesitantly, Spencer let go of the railing, his hand reaching out for yours. You intertwined your fingers with Spencer's, and as you pulled him closer to you, the man's breathing was knocked right out of his lungs as your faces were inches apart. "You're doing great." You whispered, smiling up at him. You took his other hand into your free one as you gazed into his brown eyes, slowly starting to skate backwards.

Spencer felt like his heart might beat right out of his chest, and although, you were surrounded by people, kids skating pass you two like it was a race, it felt like you were the only people there. Suddenly he felt dumb for having worried about the whole skating thing. He should've known you'd hold onto him the entire time.

At one point, the two of you managed to start skating side by side with only one of your hands in his, and even though Spencer was sure he could actually manage on his own, when you asked him if he wanted you to let go of his hand, he shook his head.

"Do you want me to walk you home?" Spencer asked after you'd returned the skates, "No, you don't have to." "I want to. I don't think I'd be comfortable leaving you alone since it's already pretty dark." He explained, and after a short back-and-forth, you eventually agreed.

"You know, you really didn't have to do this. Your apartment is further from my place than it is from the rink." "Yes, but I can defend myself." Spencer noted, and you looked at him with narrowed eyes, "I could totally take you in a fight." "I'm sure you could." He chuckled, only for you to playfully nudge his side.

"I had a really fun day." You admitted, looking up at him, your words making Spencer smile, "Me too. Maybe leaving my apartment every now and then isn't the worst idea in the world." You chuckled at his remark, nuzzling into the collar of your coat. When Spencer noticed this, he pursed his lips and looked down at you in concern, "Are you cold?" "Just my neck. I should've remembered to take my scarf back from the snowman."

Spencer stopped walking, grabbing your sleeve and holding you back. You looked up at him with furrowed brows, watching as he started sliding off his own purple scarf, "Spencer, you don't-" "Take it." He interrupted, turning to you and wrapping the scarf around your neck. You smiled, nuzzling into the soft woollen fabric that smelled faintly of some woody cologne you'd smelled on Spencer before, coffee, as well as something that was just so... him.

The two of you stayed silent for the rest of the walk to your apartment, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence; it was the kind of silence you shared with a person with whom every moment felt serene. Your arm was pressed against his for the entire walk, and although you were both itching to take the other's hand, neither of you made the move to do it.

When you arrived at the stairs in front of your apartment, you turned to face Spencer, starting to take off his scarf. "Get home safe, alright?" You smiled, Spencer bowing his curly hair so you could wrap the scarf around his neck, but even when it was on him, you didn't let go of the soft, woollen fabric. "I will."

Hesitantly, you leaned forward, getting on your tiptoes and pressing a kiss on his cheek, your lipstick leaving a faint mark on his already reddened cheeks. Spencer's eyes widened slightly, his lips moving without a single word leaving them.

"I'm, uh, I'm sorry." You cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks starting to warm up despite the cold, "I shouldn't have-"

But before you could finish your sentence, you felt a pair of hands cup your face, and a pair of lips on yours, the warmth of Spencer's lips a soothing contrast compared to the cold air on your skin. His lips were soft and the kiss was gentle, yet somehow it was better than all the times you'd dreamed about kissing him.

When he pulled away and you opened your eyes, looking straight up into his, you could see that his already dark eyes looked even darker due to how wide his pupils were, and you could see your heaved breaths mingling due to the cold air.

"Goodnight, Spencer." You breathed out, your lower lip caught between your teeth as you smiled.

"Goodnight."

Spencer watched you climb up the steps to your apartment building and give him one last wave, before you were out of his sight.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @cinnamoncunt @purpleplumpudding @nonietosay

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pastel-peach-writes · 2 years ago

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Caitvi x reader who just goes along with things and doesn't state their opinion or how they feel,but they do get quiet or tense when they're uncomfortable or pick their nails. But if your alright with angst maybe they get overwhelmed or hurt or both,but still refuse,so they force it out of them,and they're hurt like "why didn't you tell us?.." or something,it's comfort.if it's a little to dark I'll ask something else😭 sorry if it is

Hi! It's not too dark at all. To let it be known, I'm fine with writing angst! If you're curious about how much is too much, you can simply message me! I hope y'all enjoy the fic.

"You Can Tell Us." | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: In the household where you grew up, expressing your opinion wasn't tolerated. Hell, expressing your emotions wasn't tolerated either. To keep the peace, you learned to not say anything in stressful situations, even if that means sacrificing your well-being.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Yelling, Co-Workers Being Assholes, Name Calling, Hurt/Comfort(?), Pet Names, Cursing, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

A/N: I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR. THIS KINDA GOT AWAY FROM ME LMAO

Your whole life you were the person who kept the peace. You were someone who bit their tongue to avoid getting yelled at or offered solutions to problems that had nothing to do with you. If there was a solution to a problem or a way to avoid conflict, you were the person who chose those options.

So, why did this have to happen to you?

At your place of work, you were minding your business. You finished some paperwork earlier than planned and decided to take an early break. Then, four of your team members rushed into the break room.

"Do you think you can sit here and have us do all the work?" "You have some nerve making us look like the bad guys." "You're a lazy piece of shit. I don't know how you even made it this far."

The words pierced your skin and heart like darts to a board. You didn't dare to say anything back. Stunned in the moment, you took a sip of your water. Your eyes focused on the plain wall behind your teammates.

"And look, now they're spacing out like we're not even here," a co-worker buzzed. He scoffed. He leaned down in front of you and waved his hand in your face. "Hello? Anyone home?"

When he didn't get a response, he knocked on your skull.

You gave them nothing. Tears stung in your eyes.

"Wow, shocker! No one's home," he laughed. The rest of the team followed. Fulfilled, the man hummed. "Guess that's what happens when you hire an airhead who's probably having relations with the boss." the man put his hand on the table, cornering you in.

Your eyes remained on the wall. You weren't having an affair with the boss, but you didn't feel the need to say anything.

He shifted himself into your eyesight. A sinister smirk tugged on the corner of his lips. He took the tip of his finger and tipped the bottom of your cup. The cup fell over, the clear liquid soaking through your shirt and lap.

The laughter roared.

"Oops!" he feigned a gasp. He pulled away from you, his hand on his chest. "Guess you should've been more careful. It's okay," the man gave a fake smile, "holding cups is hard."

A cackle ripped through him as he leaned his head back. He shoved his hands in his pockets then turned around and left. The others flocked after him like ducklings to a parent.

Hot tears ran down your cheeks when they were out of sight. You forced yourself out of your chair and dragged your feet towards the paper towels.

Sobs scratched your throat at your pathetic attempt to dry your shirt. You were drenched through and it was cold out. Only six more hours left.

Home and on the couch, you stared at the wall to calm yourself down. With your nervous system still on the rocks, chews on your lips and nails, and an unfocused gaze, the attempt was a failure.

"Vi, that was completely inappropriate and not needed!" Caitlyn scolded as the two of them walked into the house. In the right mindset, you would greet them and ask how their day was, but because of today's earlier events, you didn't hear them come in.

"Oh, come on, Cupcake," Vi spoke. A chuckle followed her sentence. "All I did was curse him out a little and threaten him." the pinkette threw off her boots. Caitlyn carefully slipped her feet out of her own. "Don't act like you didn't like it," her tone was sing-songy.

The bluenette's cheeks were dusted pink. She put her hands on her hips, watching Vi's smirk grow as they kept eye contact. "I-It... It was fine, but it wasn't needed."

"Come on!" Vi threw her hands up. She hopped and spun on the balls of her feet as she entered the living room. "Muffin," Vi gave you a playful pout. She sat beside you on the couch, her arm resting on your shoulder. She gave you her signature puppy eyes. "Am I the bad guy for telling one of Caitlyn's employees to get their shit together or else their job is on the line?"

"That is not what you said," Caitlyn rebutted. She found her place on your other side.

Vi hummed, shrugging. "So, maybe I paraphrased a lil'. What's the harm?"

"The harm is you're trying to sweeten up your side of the story to be more appealing," Caitlyn narrowed her eyes toward Vi. Vi only grinned in response.

Vi put her gaze back on you. "Is it workin', Muffin?"

You're far gone. You haven't moved and the chewing on your nails got worse. You haven't blinked in so long, your eyes were producing tears to regain moisture.

"Muffin?" Vi leaned closer to your face. The tears now slid down your cheeks and your chest heaved up and down. Vi glanced to Caitlyn who was already scanning you to see if there was something physically wrong.

When she couldn't find anything, Caitlyn shook her head to reassure Vi of your physical safety.

Nothing was wrong physically which meant something emotionally or mentally was bothering you. Vi frowned. She placed a hand on your shoulder. "Muffin. Hey." Her voice was clear and firm. She was sure her voice had no hint of sadness to not push you over the edge. However, if you looked into her eyes, you would find them glassy with dilated pupils.

Caitlyn's eyes were similar. Her blue irises darkened in concern, fear, and anxiety; all the words she could use to describe how disheveled she was feeling.

Not seeing you move, Vi shook your shoulder. "Muffin. Snap out of it. What's going on?"

Caitlyn brought a hand to your thigh. She gave your thigh a gentle squeeze.

With another squeeze to your thigh from Caitlyn and a squeeze on your shoulder from Vi, you finally blinked. The moisture in your eyes made a reappearance. You looked between the two of them, pulling your nail out of your mouth. "Huh?"

"You've been staring at the wall. Cait and I came home a while ago and you haven't said a word," Vi whispered. Her grip on your shoulder turned into comforting rubs.

"Oh, I'm fine," you force a smile. Caitlyn deadpanned. She pulled her gaze to Vi who wore the same unphased face.

"You're not fine. It's okay to not be fine, dear," Caitlyn stroked your thigh. Her eyes were filled with sadness, the same with Vi's grey eyes.

"I promise, I'm fine."

"Bullshit!" scoffed Vi.

"Violet."

"No, they're not fine. That's obvious!" Vi removed her hand from your shoulder. Instead, she got up from the couch to resume her sentence. "I should've known you weren't okay. You didn't do that cute greeting of yours when your face lights up and you squeeze us like you haven't seen us in years."

You shifted in your seat, a frog in your throat. Tears well up in your eyes again, but this time, these tears are from sadness. You scratched your palm with your nails.

Caitlyn sighed. "I, too, should've noticed the change in your behavior. I guess we were too wrapped up in our own drama to notice," Caitlyn took a glimpse of Vi's expression.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, the skin between them creased. She'd squeeze her hands into fists and then let go repeatedly as a fidget.

Caitlyn took Vi's anger as a sign she should resume speaking. "We're not trying to force you into telling us, but if you're not okay, you can. We're here to comfort you, be your rock when you can't be your own." Caitlyn shuffled to squat in front of you. She doesn't force you to look at her, but you can see her worried eyes in your peripheral vision.

"Being with the two of you taught me it's okay to depend on others," Caitlyn admitted. "I want to be the person who can have anything under control and can come off as collected, but keeping all my frustrations inside or innermost thoughts can be challenging."

Vi calmed herself down enough to sit on the floor. She rested her head on your knee and put a hand on Caitlyn's leg.

Gaining comfortability, you slid down the couch. You sat between them with your back resting on the couch's edge. Vi's head repositioned itself to your shoulder and Caitlyn's moved to your other knee.

With her sitting adjustment, Caitlyn continued. "I don't want you to feel like you have to be the strong one. I don't want you to feel like you can't be vulnerable with us or even disagree with us."

"Yeah, Muffin," Vi's voice broke as she spoke. "Disagree or angry, we're going to love you the same. Confrontation comes with life." Vi dragged her hand down her face. "It's shit sometimes, but you gotta work your way through it, yanno?"

A heavy sigh escaped your body. You threw your head back onto the cushions and covered your face. You sobbed behind your hands. Your heart sank; your chest tightened. That frog in your throat grew into a toad. You babbled about this morning's events and how helpless you felt.

Anyone who wasn't familiar with you wouldn't be able to decipher what you muttered behind your hands. Luckily for you, your girlfriends know you inside and out. Even if it takes them a bit to notice when something's off.

The two of them pulled you in a tight embrace. They didn't speak or make efforts to shush you as you spilled your guts to them. Vi made a conscious decision not to let her anger get the best of her.

Although, those guys had no clue what was in store for them tomorrow morning.

Caitlyn also thought about making a visit to the office, but to complain to HR about the events. Not to find the culprits and make them pay. She was sure Vi had that handled. (Caitlyn would also have to handle her later.)

When your sobs calmed and your breathing evened, Vi spoke first. "They're a couple of dicks."

Caitlyn didn't feel the need to scold her.

"They should know how to treat a human being. Guess you can't do that when you're a shitty human, huh?" Vi chuckled to lighten the mood, but there was no joy behind her laugh. Only pure rage. "I'll fuck them up for you, don't worry." Vi placed a tender kiss on the side of your head. "I'll run you a bath, mkay? You should wash the day off of you."

"What about you and Cait's argument or whatever?" You peeled your head off the cushion to look at them. Everything was blurry behind your tears, but you could make out their frames and silhouettes. "Don't you need help?"

"Taking care of you is much more important than some silly fight," Caitlyn whispered. She smoothed the area on top of your head. Her delicate fingers brushed against your ear lobe as she brought them down. Her polished fingernails carefully traced the outside of your lobe. "Vi and I are big girls. I'm sure we can figure it out."

Vi grinned. "Hey, what fight?" she winked at the both of you.

A sad chuckle left your body. For a moment, relief washed over you. Once your chuckle finished though, the heaviness came back.

"Hey," Caitlyn's hand ran down your cheek. She wiped your tears with her thumb, Vi copied. "How about we get food from your favorite restaurant? I can go pick it up while Vi prepares your bath."

"I think that's a great idea," Vi used the back of her hand to soothe the skin on your cheek. "What do you think? Does that sound good, Muffin?"

You gave them a meek shrug.

"That looks like a maybe." Caitlyn giggled. "What if I add in dessert? would it be a yes then?"

"Oh, Muffin, say yes! Say yes! She's offering dessert!" Vi grabbed onto your arm. She shook you like a kid begging their parent for ice cream.

A genuine laugh came from your throat. Finally, all the pain is released from you. You don't know what made it leave. Maybe the sound of dessert or Vi's childlike begging. Or maybe it was the fact that Caitlyn and Vi cared for you enough to sit down and work through whatever problem you were facing.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe. Truly safe. You felt as if you could freely speak your mind without the underlying fear of rejection. You could say what you want.

"Okay," you gave the both of them a slight smile. "I think that sounds nice."

"Oh, yes! I love you, I love you, I love you!" Vi wrapped her arms around your body and pulled you on top of her. She gave you a bone-crushing squeeze.

"Vi!" you laughed.

Caitlyn laughed as well. She stood up and went to put her shoes and coat on. "Don't hurt them, Vi."

"Could never, Cupcake," Vi said from under you. "Now, hurry on and fetch us our dinner, woman! Mama's hungry."

Caitlyn scoffed, smiling. "Mama? Woman? Who are you talking to right now?"

"Oop," you muttered, grinning at Vi. "You're in trouble," you taunted in a whisper.

Vi playfully narrowed her eyes at you. She glanced at Caitlyn with an innocent and playful grin. "The tallest, cutest Cupcake in the world?"

"Right," Caitlyn dragged out the word. She opened the door. "I'll be back soon. You two stay out of trouble." and with another laugh, Caitlyn left the house.

Vi hummed. "I think she secretly liked being called 'Mama'."

You perked a brow. "Sure, she did, babe... Can we go draw my bath now?"

"Can I join you?"

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matchpointrogers · 2 months ago

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cursed by the love that i received

tws! bucky x reader, kinda steve x bucky but platonic (mostly)

tw for death, blood, violence, mentions of smut, this is dark oops

you’d almost died once. it had been storming terribly, the rain dense enough that he almost couldn’t make out your features from inches away. hydra had been hunting you - making him hunt you - for months, turning up empty handed each time. you knew too much, enough to bring them down. a liability, that’s what they called you. the girl he’d once shared stolen kisses with before he was captured, the girl he’d taken to coney island with steve, the girl he let himself fall in love with, reduced to a liability. they’d wiped his mind, left him a clean slate after each failed extraction, to no avail. each time his blue eyes landed on yours, he was 18 again, returning home from his first service stint and sharing ice cream as you filled him in on life back home. he’d been in love with you then, the sort of whirlwind, mind numbing affection that only comes once in someone’s life.

he’d kissed you at every opportunity, held your hand, ran his fingers through your hair like he was trying to memorize the feeling of the strands against his calloused skin. he’d been devastatingly happy, impossibly comfortable in every moment spent with you. he’d been so painfully young. you spent nights in cheap hotels each time he was home, clinging to each other, clinging to fleeting moments you both knew wouldn’t last forever. he worshipped you then, laid you down and trailed his lips over every inch of your skin, buried himself inside of you just to feel closer. when he was back overseas, there was a photo of you always tucked somewhere into his uniform, the edges worn ragged from his thumb tracing your shining smile. back in new york, you had your own memento; a silver locket with his photo safely inside, close to your heart even when he was countries away.

when he disappeared, fell from that train, your entire life changed. you spent every waking moment looking for him, even when the military showed up at your front door searching for next of kin, even when you attended a funeral with an empty casket and a photo you’d never seen, steve’s arm around your shoulder like he could protect you from it all. you knew he wasn’t gone, you told yourself. you would have felt it. so you devoted your life to searching for him, investigating anywhere you could, even if you knew it wasn’t safe. you got your first real lead in 1950, 5 years after the fall. it was questionable, but you followed up regardless, desperate for one glimpse of him.

steve had helped you with funding and a safe space for your research, even a small lab to attempt to replicate a memory wiping drug you’d only heard rumors of. you were close, painfully so, when the winter soldier broke down the metal door. you weren’t scared, not exactly. in a way, you’d known it was coming. people didn’t go turning over stones without getting hurt. but then you’d looked up at him, met his eyes, and your heart had stopped for a moment. the mask covered most of his face, but the most important part was still visible - his blue eyes. they were hazy now, shadowy with wilted bruises or pure exhaustion, you couldn’t be sure. “bucky?” you exhaled, a breath of sheer surprise.

“who the hell is bucky?” his steps faltered, a tremor in the hand holding the gun pointed at you. that confirmed it, solidified your belief in the importance of your research into memory alteration. “you are,” you took a step closer, eyes trained on his, “your name is james buchanan barnes. your friends call you bucky, i call you bucky,” “that’s not my name,” you could see a brief glimpse of thought passing through his mind, a moment of realization, buried deep. “you know me,” you said softly, your steps against the floor echoing through the room. “i don’t-” he paused, like he was in pain, “go,” “go?” you repeated, brows furrowed. “please, go,” the words sounded like they were being torn from him, “run, you have to run-” there was another set of footsteps behind him, then another. you turned and ran before you could see who was coming.

he saw you again a year later, this time at a new lab in england. he seemed weaker this time around, already worn down, and faltered the moment he saw you. “do i know you?” his voice was hoarse, as if it had not been used in weeks. “bucky,” you gave him a teary eyed smile, “yes, yes you know me,” his gun hit the floor with a clatter, his hands shaking and breath ragged. “are you hurt?” you panicked slightly, rushing over to him. his posture straightened the second your hand brushed his arm, and he jerked away, eyes steeling over again, “you need to leave,” “i’m not leaving you again,” you could feel tears slipping down your cheeks, wet and hot, “bucky, please. i can help you, steve and i can get you out-”

he flinched at steve’s name, his shoulders rigid, “get out of here,” “i can’t keep leaving you, bucky. please,” he turned, reaching for his gun again as the echo of footsteps filled your ears, “i’m not going to tell you again,” his eyes met yours, and for a brief moment his mind filled with memories of salty air and cotton candy, of holding hands on the cyclone, of quick kisses and whispered affection. the sound of a gunshot snapped him out of it, and he shoved you away, eyes wild, “get out of here, now,” once again, you ran.

the third time, he hadn’t remembered you at all. he was all business, straight to the point, laser focused. he didn’t falter even when you said his name, even when you cried out with each step he took. you barely got out that time, narrowly escaping when your lab assistant distracted bucky - the winter soldier. you had to remind yourself they weren’t the same. you’d gone home and sobbed, knees pulled to your chest, mourning the death of the man you’d loved, aching for the man that had taken his place.

the fourth time, it was storming. they’d found your apartment, sent him to handle you. you’d screamed when he broke down the door, reaching for the gun you kept tucked away like you had any real knowledge on using it, as if you’d ever use it against bucky of all people. “bucky,” it came out in a choked sob, your hands shaking. “i don’t know who that is,” his voice was deeper than usual, almost mechanical in inflection. “yes you do,” you were pleading with him, “you have to remember, bucky, please. we can’t keep doing this,” “i’ve never seen you in my life,” the words were almost a scoff, as if the idea was ridiculous, “tell me where the serum is,” “what serum?” “don’t act stupid,” he spat, turning to rifle through your drawers, “where is it?” “it isn’t finished,” your mind went back to your lab, to the extensive research you’d put into this serum, all for him, “and it’s not here, it’s at a lab,”

“liar!” he turned to look at you, and in that moment you realized you didn’t recognize him like you once did. the blue of his eyes had faded to a steely grey, peering at you from sunken in sockets, pupils dilating with each calculated scan of the room. your fingers found the locket you still wore around your neck, tracing the etching on the outside, trying to steady your breathing. “give me the serum and i’ll let you live,” it didn’t sound like mercy coming from the mouth of this soldier, “this is your final warning,” you didn’t know what to do, so you did the one thing you’d grown so accustomed to - you ran. you ran straight for the window, pried it open and jumped before you could think twice. better to die by your own hand than to watch bucky kill you, you figured. you landed on the rain soaked sidewalk with a quiet hiss, pain radiating up your leg as you turned to run.

he dropped down after you like it took no effort at all, catching up to you in just two steps, his metal arm catching yours and holding you there. “i’m so sorry,” you forced yourselves to meet his cold eyes, “i’m sorry for what they did to you, bucky,” “where is the serum?” you could practically hear his teeth grinding as he glared down at you, “i will not ask again,” “i told you, i don’t have it,” you tried your hardest not to cry, “bucky, listen to me, okay? i love you, i’m so sorry-” there was a gunshot, somewhere in his mind. the memory grew fuzzy over time, as years passed, until he couldn’t remember its origin anymore.

you fell into his arms, lips parted as you sucked in a rattled breath, “oh, bucky,” he looked down, panicked for a displaced reason, watching the blood paint a mosaic across the front of your rain soaked sweater, “look what they’ve done to you. i’m so sorry,” you coughed, blood splattering against your pale lips, and a memory filled his head. a girl with shining eyes and red painted lips, her hair in pin curls, swaying with him at an army dance. “oh, bucky,” she’d sighed, content, “look at you, all dressed up. i just adore you,” “i love you,” the boy - bucky - grinned down at her, “you’re the prettiest girl in this gymnasium, doll,” he held you there, blood soaking through your clothes, until the rain had frozen him down to his bones. then he dragged you back inside.

you’d survived, somehow. years later, he’d finally broken free, managed to start a somewhat normal life living in bucharest. he was perpetually on the run, always, but no one knew him here. he had an attempt, at least, at moving on. you were by his side through it all, in a streak of luck he was sure he didn’t deserve. you’d long since healed from that gunshot wound, a picture of health and happiness at his side, just like you were always meant to be. the apartment was small and often dimly lit, but he didn’t really mind. you helped him get settled, helped him through the horrible adjustment period that seemed never ending. each night when he woke, sweat drenched and breathing erratically, you were there to soothe him. “bucky,” you hummed his name like a prayer, “you’re okay, i’m right here,”

it was in your arms that he finally learned how to relax, how to break down fully. when it was all too much, when the horrific memories crept in until his breath was shallow and his chest ached, he knew he could always collapse into your arms. you were a beacon of light in his otherwise bleak and dark existence, a sigil of hope through it all. he’d cry some nights from the sheer weight of it all, from the contradiction of you and him. he knew he didn’t deserve you, but a part of him liked to think he’d earned this safe corner of the world. you constantly reminded him, your faith never faltering, that it wasn’t him. “they brainwashed you,” you’d tell him, running your fingers through his hair, “it wasn’t you, buck. you’re a good person,” he let himself believe it, little by little, with each passing day.

he couldn’t touch you at first, not in any way that amounted to anything. he’d kiss you, sometimes, but it was quick and fleeting. he couldn’t let himself become vulnerable enough to be close to you in that way again, couldn’t risk losing control, hurting you. it was his greatest fear, more than hydra finding him again, more than death itself. you’d try some nights, gentle kisses to his shoulders and chest, never pushing him too far. he was grateful just to be in your presence, whatever that looked like now. there was an ache in him, a yearning for the 40s, for all the memories you’d made. some nights, he’d watch as you slept, picturing those nights spent in hotels.

he missed the simplicity of it all, even when he was facing war. you were his, he was yours, without question. there was no hydra, no nightmares, no time spent clawing at his metal arm as if he could tear it off. his memories would blur until all he could see was your blood pouring over metal fingers as he made a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, despite his orders to leave you to die. you’d looked younger then than you ever had, dying beneath him. you’d stared up at him with wide eyes until you couldn’t hold them open any longer, weakly soothing him as if he was the one who needed help. he’d give anything to remember who delivered that bullet.

when steve showed up in bucharest, cornering him at the farmers market, the first words to leave his mouth were, “i’m so sorry about what happened, bucky. i’m sorry you lost her,” “what?” his bows furrowed, “no, she’s fine, steve- she’s back at the apartment,” steve had regarded him with a look something like pity, a frown on his lips, “come on, buck. don’t do this to yourself,” the sincerity in his tone caught him off guard, and before he could process it he was running home, your name on his lips as he burst through the door. steve was right behind him, watching warily as he entered the living room, calling for you.

he looked around in a panic, all of your things gone. the mug you’d drank from that morning was gone, leaving his lonesome on the counter, still half full of coffee. he tore through the house apartment, shaking, searching for any sign that you’d been there. your cardigan was laid across the bed, but when he picked it up, it was cold, your scent long gone. your perfume was no longer on the vanity, and the tube of red lipstick had disappeared with it. he remembered the lipstick - poppy red, sliding down the wall as his memories blurred once again. red - your blood had been red.

it was raining, the wind whipping water across your face. you were afraid of something - of him - and you were crying. you’d apologized- god, why had you apologized? there’d been a gunshot, he remembered. it had stained your shirt, a sweater he’d never seen you in until that day. you didn’t look afraid anymore, an odd serene expression on your face that he didn’t recognize. “look what they’ve done to you,” you’d said, voice wavering. someone had shot you, and you hadn’t even been worried about yourself. someone had- he had. the room caved in around him, a sob tearing itself from his throat as he buried his head between his knees.

“i’m so sorry,” his breath was short, “oh my god, i’m-” steve was at his side in an instant, pulling him into his chest. “it’s okay, buck,” he murmured, voice triggering memories of brooklyn afternoons, of mumbled affirmations in the back of tanks. bucky gasped for breath, a wave of nausea sending him reeling. “i killed her,” he panted, squeezing his eyes closed in an attempt to stop the room spinning. all he saw was you - your eyes, your dimples when you smiled, the heat of your hands against him. it had felt so real, realer than any of the brainwashing he’d been through, realer than anything he’d felt before. he’d finally got you, finally lived a life with you, and it had all been a lie? “you gotta breathe, alright? look, buck, i know it hurts but there’s people coming here looking for you, we’ve gotta go,” steve said quietly, pleading with him. “leave me here,” he mumbled, digging his nails into his leg just to feel something other than all consuming confusion and devastation, “just go, steve,”

“i’m not leaving you again,” the words were eerily familiar, bring forward another memory. before he could focus on it, steve’s arm was around his waist, pulling him up. “we’re getting out of here,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument, “i will not leave you again, bucky,” finally, he gave up, let steve drag him to gather a bag and lead him to the door. he knew there’d be a fight - there was always a fight - but for the first time since he fell, someone was fighting for him. he’d lose himself in steve, in this new mission to devote his life to. he’d forget the exact color of your eyes, the smell of your perfume, maybe. but he’d always keep the locket he’d pulled from your neck that day, the one thing they never took from him.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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New Soul 1

Warnings: age gap, Auggy being a mean mean man, other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

Ft. August Walker

I also beg of you to leave me some tuppence in the form of a comment and/or reblog. You are cherished!

Enjoy, my loverlies.

You’ve never been good in a crowd. You avoid them with a vengeance. Just as you avoid most people. That’s the old you. You’re breaking out of your bubble, or trying to.

It’s hard breaking old habits. Harder even not to fall into lifelong doubts. You don’t belong. Everyone’s looking and laughing at you.

Your mom’s voice rings in your head. Don't worry, honey, everyone else is just trying to get where they need to go too. They’re just as stressed as you. You hope she’s right. If they do feel like you, they won’t care about the tiny woman scurrying around with her bouncing suitcase. They won’t notice the frantic way you gnaw on your lip or pick at your fingernails.

You look back over your shoulder. Your mom couldn’t come past the security checks with you. Now you’re on your own and as lost as you probably look.

You turn and squeak to a halt in your sneaks, barely avoiding a collision with a man in a suit. You step back and crane your head up to see him. He’s a lot taller than you. Most people are at least a couple inches above you but he’s bigger than most. Not just tall but burly.

“Sorry, sir,” you murmur. You step back as you take in his sheer size. He scowls back at you, his mustache curling with his lip.

You gulp and step out of his way. Your bag jumps behind you as it rolls over his toe. Oops.

“Sorry, er, again.”

“Watch it.” His salty snarl follows you as you clamour away.

You find your way to a blank space against the wall, just between the ATMs. You take a breath and exhale your nerves. It only stokes them. You focus on what your mom said.

You’ll be okay, honey. If you need help, there’s lots of people around who can. Just ask one of the staff.

You look around, searching out the white uniforms of the airport employees. There are those behind their podium like desks checking boarding passes but the lines of passengers have been called up. You’re just waiting your turn. You don’t want to bother anyone more than you need to.

There are security guards in their dark sweaters. You hope one of them can get you where you need to go. You bend your boarding pass against your passport as your other hand sweatily sticks to the handle of your used suitcase.

You approach one of the men with his arms crossed and a radio on his shoulder, “sorry, sir, hate to bug you but er... I’m looking for.... E3?”

You show your pass and the broad man squints down at the lettering. He nods.

“Down past me, take a left. Sign’s right above you,” he explains without moving an inch.

“Oh,” you peer around him, leaning to the side, “thank you.”

You swerve around him and follow his direction as best as you can. You go in a circle before you find your way but finally reach E3. As you do, your flight is called up for boarding. You sit and wait as those in need of assistance and families with young children at queued first.

You grip the handle of your bag and jitter your leg. What are you doing? It’s too late to turn back. That hardly reassures you. As much as you want to break the gloom, as much as you want to learn to stand on your own, you’re terrified. You can’t do this.

Your eyes catch another pair among those waiting in the seats. That same man you ran into earlier. He doesn’t look any more friendly than before. You avert your gaze and stand as the next boarding group is called. You’re up.

As you drag your bag towards the forming line, the tall man in his suit does the same. You slow as you reach the tail of the queue at the same time. You nod and let him go ahead. He huffs and put his back to you.

You bounce up on your toes and flat again. You keep up the nervous rocking as you wait. The man in the suit sighs repeatedly.

You stare at the tailored fabric of his suit. He must be first-class. He knows where he’s going and what he’s doing. You envy him but then again, if you were big like him, you might be more confident yourself.

Flimsy excuses. That's what your mom said too. Don't talk yourself out of an opportunity because you’re afraid. This is a huge opportunity. A whole new country!

A whole new country. Your heart plummets again and your heels hit the floor. The man shifts to glare over his shoulder. You stop and stand flat, shuffling up behind him.

He hands over his boarding pass as he reaches the front. You focus and listen in, rehearsing for your own turn. ‘Hi, yes, here is my ticket and my passport. Thank you.’ He’s waved through and you step up.

You drop your ticket and boarding pass and your bag tips over as you let go to scoop it all up. You're mortified to speechlessness. You stay silent and watch the clerk.

Your face is on fire as you stand and hand it all over. The woman checking the tickets smiles and scans you in. She gives it back, “have a good flight, miss.”

You grab your bag and continue on. You cringe at yourself and follow the directions of the uniformed staff pointing you into the tunnel. It’s only the beginning. You still have to show your visa at customs when you land and find your way to your dorm building. After that there’s all that other stuff; classes, dorm mates, strangers...

Why did you do this? It’ll help you grow up. Is that you or your mom answering?

#august walker #dark august walker #dark!august walker #series #drabble #mission impossible: fallout #august walker x reader #new soul

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pitchouna · 1 year ago

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helloo, I will leave a request over here ♡ What about a Jealous Goku? Ty.

Jealous Goku x Reader!!

The jealous part will take a long time to appear! OKAYY SO HEY I'M SORRY FOR THE OTHER REQUESTS THAT ARE WAITING BUT I'M JUST SUPER DUPER BUSY💔💔 BUT I'M WORKING ON THEM NO WORRIES I'LL FINISH THEM SOON!! ENJOY< 33 Warnings: cursing Words: 3197

Goku is irritated. And when I say irritated, I mean very irritated. Earlier, while training, he decided he'll surprise you with an unexpected visit he actually wanted to cuddle with you so bad, but when he was home, he did not see you. And he looked everywhere. Checking if you were cooking, were having a bath, or just napping. He even checked in the toilets!! Not finding you made him grumpy. As he ran onto his son, Goten. "Oh! Dad! Aren't you training?" Goten asked him with his usually high-pitched voice. Goku just shook his head as he immediately wanted to ask him where you were. "Hey Goten, where's your mom? I don't see her anywhere!!" Goku spoke in an annoyed tone. "Oh mom? She went shopping with Bulma and C-18!" Goten answered earning a pat from his dad. "Thank you Goten. I owe you one! See ya!" Goku waved as he teleported living a confused Goten. "Why did he wanted to see mom?... Have I done something wrong?" Poor Goten started worrying hoping he won't get yelled at later. Even if he didn't do anything, we never know with you.

"KYAAAAAA!! WHAT THE FUCK !!??" You've screamed earning the attention of Bulma and C-18. They ran towards you and opened the curtain hiding you changing. And they see you, and Goku in a weird and tight position making both of the women yell. "What the fuck?? Care To explain Goku?!" Bulma yelled. Making Goku chuckle. "Yo ! Wanted to see Y/n for a moment!!"Goku explained. Not noticing you being choked in his chest due to the lack of space. "We don't care just release her look she's not breathing" C-18 said. "O-oops. Sorry Y/n hehe..." Goku chuckled getting out of the changing room which made other people seeing you half naked. You immediately closed the curtains, grateful only Women where in this shop. "Can't you warn when you'll join!!?" You've yelled behind the curtains, embatssed that Goku spawned while you were changing. And that some girls you don't know saw your body. "Hehe... Sorry Y/n... But I wanted to see you right now!! I just could not wait anymore!!" Goku explained to you making you sigh in irritation as you open the curtains now fullyclothed. "Well as you can see right now I'm not free to spend time with you. It has been a long time since I saw Bulma and C-18 because of me taking care of your ass." You spoke bluntly making some of the women laugh since they can hear your conversation. "Anyways you should go, this is a shop only allowed to Women. If you don't go away I'll call the security!" You've said wanting him to go as soon as possible. "This isn't kind Y/n!! It makes me feel you don't love me anymore.." He pouted, making his cute sad puppy eyes, that he used when he desperately wanted something. It always works.

"O-ouch that hurts Y/n!!" Goku whine as you drag his ear to the exit of the shop, and throw him outside. "See you this evening." You've said as you walk away, not giving him a chance to say anything. Goku just sighed, disappointed he didn't get to spend time with you right now. "her problem.. I won't allow her leaving the bed tonight.." Goku pouted irritated flying back home. "Hey Y/n... Wasn't that a little too harsh?" C-18 asked you, making both you and Bulma shocked. "What the hell? You're even worse than me and Y/n reunited when it come to Krillin!!" Bulma explained, making C-18 annoyed. "Me and Krillin is another story. Plus I didn't asked you." C-18 said making Bulma irritated as she was about to explode before you interrupted them. "Oh my god shut the fuck up girls!! Look how cute this top is!!" You've said as sparkles appear in your eyes, as you show them this crismon red Henley top, making them gasp. "Oh my god Y/n !!! Are there other colors??! I need it in purple!!" C-18 said in awe "I want it in blue too!!" Bulma exclaimed. "Yup, there are some right there!" You've pointed towards a cute special stand where there was a lot of cute tops and jeans, and Bulma and C-18 both saw the one they've searched for. "Wahhhh!! I'm in love with them! You have such a good eye when it comes to fashion Y/n!!" Bulma said making you Huff in pride. "Hehe now let's go try them on girls!!" C-18 said like a little child, making you both happy and giggling like teenage girls.

At the same time, a bored Saiyan was rolling over your shared King sized bed, whining non-stop about how he's bored. "How could Y/n do this to meee??.... For once I want to spend time with her and she doesn't want to!! Then I'll bet she'll complain when I'll just focus on training again!" Goku's making a fuss to himself like a big ass baby. "What do I do now?... Y/n will probably finish in some hours... But training do not excite me anymore right now..." Goku whines as he get off of the bed, going downstairs, making his way towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he sighs as he sees it's dead empty, and there's just one tomato left in there. "Pff...there's nothing else to eat too... I think I'll just nap right now..." Goku gave up searching something to do. Until an idea popped on his head. "Wooh! I bet Y/n won't be able to refuse my deal!! But I need to get money to do this... And Bulma will probably say no..." Goku started to think for the first time in his whole life. And he thought too much his head started burning, making smoke. "Oh!! Right! I still have some left over Zenis I've gained when I worked as a farmer!!" Goku exclaimed proud of his amazing idea, getting ready.

As Goku prepared to put his plan into action, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building inside of him. For once, he would be the one in control in their relationship. He quickly got dressed and slipped on his casual clothes for once because he knows it makes you weak, feeling more confident than ever. As he stepped outside, he couldn't help but imagine the look of surprise and excitement that would undoubtedly appear on your face when you saw him. Now, it was his turn to make you feel happy. With a determined smile on his face, he teleported towards you, eager to start making his plan come to life. "Yo!" Goku said behind you which startled you. "Wahhhh!! Goku I've told you to warn me before appearing!! You scare me every damn time.." You've scolded him once again as he chuckled playfully. But something was off. You looked at him up and down and after 5 minutes of thinking you've realized he was in casual clothes. Which was very rare of him to drop his iconic orange gi.

"Oh? Is today a special day Goku? Why are you dressed like this??" You've asked curious which made Goku smile mischievously. "Since you didn't want to spend time with me earlier, I'm kidnapping you with me on a date!!" Goku said this with pride, which was very cute to see. "So... You're the one paying?" You've asked him smirking. And he nodded. "Alright !! I'll get ready!!" You've exclaimed excited to show him the new dress you bought with your girls earlier. "When do we go? And where do we join?" You've asked Goku which made him frown. "Huh? Why would you want to know that? We're going together right?" Goku said as confusion ran into his non-existant brain. "I want you to see me at the very last moment!! I'll be so gorgeous you'll fall in love with me once more." You've said confidently. "But I'm calling in love with you more everyday already?" Goku said so innocently that almost made you giggle and kicking your feet. But you were not a teenager any more, so you've controlled yourself and only blushed. "W-well it won't stop you to fall in love again." You've said not looking in his onyx eyes. Worried to show your teenager girl side that desperately wants to manifest itself. "Hehe. Fine! But you better be breath-taking!!" Goku smirked challenging you. "Oh yeah?! Challenge accepted!!" And with that, Goku gave you the hour and the place you both will meet up.

When the sun disappeared and the moon appeared, you were surprised to see what Goku has planned was a cute little picnic near a clear lake filled with petals of roses. There he was standing in what seemed a suit, he really wanted to impress you on this one. And it did. The sight was so breath-taking. The way his hair flowed through the wind, the sweet aroma of the roses mixed with the fresh scent of nature, and just the way the candles perfectly lit up the place was perfect. Goku sensed your presence and turned towards you "You're finally here Y/n! I was waiting for-" Goku just stopped talking. You looked ethereal. The way your hair was tied up in a side bun, with a rose to perfectly match your crismon red semi-long dress that flowed through the wind. The last time you saw Goku looking at you this way was the day of your wedding. "Woah.. Y/n.. You look so.. Gorgeous.." Goku struggled to find the perfect words to describe you as he walked towards you, helping you sit down the picnic mat. "So... Did I succeed making you fall in love with me once-more?" You've asked your husband who just responded you by cupping your cheek with a sweet and loving kiss, then saying "Is it possible to marry someone once more time?" he asked innocently making you laugh. "I wish it was. But it's not." You've answered making him pout. "Let's just start eating I'm hungry anyways.." He said. "What did you bring?" You've asked him, curious "I've brought sweets!! But we can always go somewhere else if you want to go-" You've just shushed him with your fingers, enjoying the moment you're both sharing.

On the way home, you've decided to walk around the city a little before just flying back home so the moment will last a little longer. But you both did not expected that this would ruin this perfect date. "Excuse me miss!! May I have a picture with you? You're just so beautiful!!" A child made it's way towards you and politely asked making you melt as you accepted. Goku feeling the warmth of your hand gone, as you had to stop holding his hand to take the picture, made him pout... But that was just the beginning. Immediately when you came back, you were interrupted again. "Hello!! May I ask where you bought your dress? It's beautiful!!" A woman younger than you asked so nicely that you forgot to take Goku's hand. "Of course!! Here I've bought it at "_____" The woman thanked you and made her way towards the shop as you waved her. You've turned towards Goku and spoke. "So what were we talking about-" This time, it was a little girl who interrupted you. She just poked your side shyly and it made you melt once more. "H-here.. Take this rose... It's as beautiful as you..." The little girl shyly said making you blush... "Thank you little one!! That's very cute of you!!" You've thanked her taking the rose in your hands enjoying the nice scent of it. Her mother took her and apologized for her interruption and you've just brushed it off saying it was alright. But it wasn't, for the Saiyan that is starting to get irritated. Pouting and tapping his feet as he's waiting for you to get finished. Just as you were about to come back, other people gave you flowers, coupons for free food at restaurants, (which Goku did not really mind tbh) some asked you how are you so beautiful, and some asked you to join a model agency!

Goku watched as you received flowers, coupons, and compliments left and right. He couldn't help but pout and tap his feet impatiently as he waited for you to finish talking to the people around you. But as soon as he heard you say, "I accept," his heart sank. He knew you had always wanted to be a model, but the thought of you being approached by other men with ulterior motives bothered him. Goku couldn't help but feel a sense of jealousy and possessiveness wash over him. He wanted to keep you all to himself and protect you from any potential threats. "Okay now that's enough.." Goku growled but you didn't hear it. You've finally walked back towards Goku, carrying the flowers and coupons in hand. But before you could say anything, Goku spoke up, his voice filled with irritation. "I can't believe you just accepted to become a model! Did you even think about me? I don't want those men to just ogle at your beautiful body all day!" Goku exclaimed. You tried to reassure him that it was just a one-time opportunity, but Goku just couldn't help but get even more jealous. "I don't care if it's just for one day!" Goku snapped back at you. "I don't want to risk it. I don't want those men looking at your body." Goku started grumbling, crossing his arms. You've sighed, trying to calm him down. "Goku, please understand. This is a one-time opportunity. It's not like I'm going to be a model permanently. And besides, I'd be paid well and we could use the extra money!" You've tried to reason with him, but to no avail. Goku just couldn't shake off his feelings of jealousy. Goku continued grumbling, clearly not happy with the situation. "But what if those men try to make a move on you? What if they try to take advantage of you? I don't want anyone else touching you but me." Goku couldn't help but voice out his insecurities and fears.

You've finally had enough of his possessiveness and jealous behavior. "Goku, enough!! I can take care of myself! Do you really have so little faith in me? Don't you trust me to handle myself in this situation?" You've confronted him, your patience running thin. Goku was taken aback by your reaction. He did trust you, but his jealousy was getting the better of him. "I do trust you, Y/n. But I can't help but feel protective of you. I don't want anyone else touching your body but me." Goku admitted, his possessiveness creeping in again. You've let out a frustrated sigh, feeling overwhelmed by his possessive behavior. "Goku, this is really getting too much. I'm a grown woman and I can handle myself. You need to stop being so possessive and jealous. It's not healthy for our relationship." You've tried to reason with him, hoping he would understand and control his emotions. Despite your attempts to reason with Goku, he refused to listen to reason. His possessive behavior and jealousy continued to take over, making it impossible for him to see things from your perspective. You felt more frustrated and hopeless with every attempt to make him understand, and it seemed like there was no way out of this cycle of jealousy and possessiveness. "Ugh!! I'm done!" You've said walking away making Goku worried "Hey! Where are you going?" Goku asked curiously. "I'll sleep at Bulma's this night. You've pissed me." You've said until you took a Taxi, leaving an irritated Saiyan all alone. He just decided to leave you be, thinking that you're the stubborn one here. He just kept mumbling on his way home that this night was near perfect until strangers ruined it.

The same night, he just couldn't sleep at all. The bed felt empty without your presence. Usually it doesn't mind him when it happens, when he goes training for a long time or just when you go to sleepovers with your friends, but this time? It was... Not the same. It felt cold empty and he hated it. He hated how bitter this night became. So without a second thought, he sensed your Ki, and teleported at Bulma's, in the room she gave you to sleep in. He looked at you, sleeping calmly, as if nothing happened. And as of you do not miss Goku's presence while he did missed yours. "Gosh... How can she acts as if nothing ha happened?.." Goku complained joining you into the bed and taking you in his arms and nuzzled in your neck. With you in his arms, he fell asleeo with ease and looked like a big fat ass baby. He also kept mumbling in his sleep things like" You're mine" "There's no way I'm meeting you go there." "No photoshoots we'll stay together today." He's the cutest. But won't hesitate to take advantage of his strength to lock you in his arms so you won't leave him.

Bitch sorry for randomly disappearing I just forgot this account existed tbh but anyways I'm back!! I have a lot of requests too but I'm super busy sorry y'all will have to wait.. Anyways I love u guys Take care!! <33

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amsgrey · 2 years ago

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Domestication

Kia Ora! It's been forever since I posted anything and it feels like forever since I've had the motivation to sit and right, but this came to me all of a sudden and I wrote it in like two hours so it might suck (not that I care) but no more writer's block!! Ka Pai!!!

synopsis: A Typical night with the Bastard of the Barrel. Or, the Bastard of the Barrel behind his locked door.

warnings: major fluff yall, not proofread yet because we all know I suck at that, I can't think of anything else oops

Kaz was almost always reading in his spare time, from ledgers to novels to the latest Ketterdam newspapers on stocks or whatever else the press thought worthy of ink. Every night when you climbed the stairs to his room, you would find him busy reading through one thing or another.

Tonight was no different. When you finally got off your shift in the Crow club, you found Kaz sitting on his bed with a book in hand. You let out a sigh, toeing off your worn boots and walking to the basin to wash your hands and face.

"How's the club?" Kaz asked, not taking his eyes from the page.

You splashed water in your face, "Plenty of Pigeons.”

You dried your face and joined Kaz on his bed, leaning against the headboard, mirroring his own pose.

"How was your day scheming?"

Kaz turned to look at you, entirely unamused by your cheeky smirk.

"It was fine," He replied, slowly.

The two of you sat silently, enjoying the quietness for a while. For the last few weeks, you had been staying in Kaz's room more and more. You had jokingly told him it was because his bed was bigger and more comfortable, but you both knew it was because you enjoyed waking up beside one another.

You noticed Kaz must have cleaned while you were away, tidying off his desk and drawers. Kaz was a stress cleaner, you had learnt. He liked this space to be tidy, everything in its rightful place. You learned rather quickly to keep things where they were meant to be.

"I cleared a drawer," Kaz said suddenly, you turned to look at him with a frown.

"Okay?"

Kaz put his book down on the table beside him, "For you."

It took a moment for his words to register, Kaz watched as your eyes lit up and a grin spread across your face.

"For me?"

He nodded once.

You leaned forward, gently placing your hand in his, "Have I finally succeeded in domesticating the Bastard of the barrel?"

Kaz made a big show of rolling his eyes, "It's one drawer."

You shrugged, cheekily replying, "One more than I had yesterday."

Kaz had been a lot better with touch lately, in the safety of his room, where no one other than you entered. It took months, years, to get to this point. With your hand in his, mindlessly rubbed circles with his thumb, tracing a pattern only he knew.

"What are you reading?"

Kaz had yet to put his book down, holding his page with a finger wedged in the pages. He opened to where he was, displaying the tiny cramped print for you to see.

"A book about stocks," He said.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

You giggled, "Sounds... boring."

Kaz gave you an annoyed side glance and went back to reading. Admitting defeat, you unthreaded your fingers from his and slipped off the bed. You padded over to Kaz's chest of drawers, well aware that he was watching you in between the words on the page. You pulled open the draw, seeing that Kaz had cleared you a space. A smile broke across your face again, pleased at the sight in front of you. Kaz's drawers were heavy and sometimes finicky, much like all the furniture in the Slat. You lifted the draw a little and slid it back into place, making sure it was shut tight like Kaz had it before.

Instead of returning to Kaz, you opened the next drawer down. Sliding it open as carefully as possible, the drawer revealed pristinely folded shirts and tunics. You ran your fingers over the fabric, almost all of Kaz's shirts were soft and clean, he took such care of his clothes and appearance. It was one of the reasons you loved him, his attention to detail and his immense care for the small details. You found the shirt you were after, one that he never wore but kept folded neatly in his drawer for you.

You unbuttoned your own shirt, it smelt of the Crow Club. A strange redolence of beer, jurda and the distinct smell of the wooden tables after years of use. You lay your dirty shirt over the back of Kaz's desk chair, making note to add it to your own washing in the morning. You pulled on Kaz's shirt, immediately greeted by his scent that was woven through the threads. Kaz shirt felt like pure silk after spending the day in your scratchy blouse, the fabric soothing away any irritation left on your skin.

You looked over your shoulder at Kaz for a moment, spying him nose-deep in his book again. You both knew he wasn't actually reading.

You rid yourself of your belt next, one that you had pinched from Nina months ago. You undid the buckle and carefully laid it over the chair, trying to keep your belongings in one space. You did the same with your skirt and tights, leaving you in almost ready to slip into bed.

You rounded back around the bed, pulling back the covers and slipping underneath. This was your nightly routine now, you slipping under the covers before Kaz, promising to stay awake with him and almost always falling asleep anyway. Kaz loved it, you knew. He would pretend to be exasperated, watching you yawn and fade slowly, but after you fell asleep he would put his book away and watch you rest peacefully.

Curled up under the covers, you watched him read. Watching his eyes scan the page and his lips ghost the words as he read. Sometimes, when he got invested, he would make comments to himself out loud. Oftentimes, "Saints Sake," or "Fool," depending on who or what he was reading about. If you were lucky, Kaz would read quietly and the furrow in his brow would ease, smoothed away as he relented to his book. Those were your favourite moments. Watching the Bastard of the Barrel vanish and Kaz Reitveld appear again. Each time, you cherished them like it was the last.

You shifted again, pulling the blanket over your shoulder to keep your warmth trapped. Kaz's eyes shifted over to you, a silent question within them.

"Read to me?" You whispered.

Kaz smiled, a gentle, loving smile that sent butterflies to your stomach and tingles down your spine.

"Of course."

Kaz took one hand from the book, finding your own under the cover.

You didn't care about how boring the current stock market was or whatever it was Kaz was reading, but you loved hearing Kaz read to you. The sound of his voice, calm and patient after a dangerous and tumultuous day. The sound of his fingers drumming on the hardcover, a steady beat. When he turned the page, he would hang on to the last word of the page, so as to not forget what it was.

You loved every part of these nights with every part of your soul.

As you started to relax more, your mind sinking into sleep, you pulled his hand to your chest, pressing your lips to his knuckles and whispering, "I love you, Rietveld."

Kaz placed his book away, blowing out the lantern and joining you under the covers.

"I love you too," He whispered, his lips pressed to your hairline.

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