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nekonaps0 · 16 days ago

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Wait… YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?! Pt1

✦part2 part3

✦fem!reader

✦characters: Lilia, Jade, Epel

✦streamer reader keeps her relationship private until….

✦good luck finding your usernames (post)

Lilia Vanrouge

Your brows furrowed, jaw clenched as you peeked around a digital corner. “Okay, chat, they’re camping again. Literally again. Same deam spot. I swear these players don’t even blink, they just sit there like… like angry little mushrooms waiting to ruin my day.”

Chat:

chris-2220: campers = evil confirmed

jen-jen: she’s boutta lose it

best_mod: NOT THE MUSHROOMS LMAO

y/n.fan: someone save her

hanafubukki: rage incoming in 3…2…1…

You turned the corner in-game.

BOOM.

You screamed. “OH MY GOD!! AGAIN?! I JUST SPAWNED, YOU LOSERS PIECE OF—”

Your avatar ragdolled to the ground for the fifth time. Your hands flew into the air in defeat as you let out a long, loud puff. "Ugh, I hate this. I hate all of this."

You flopped back in your gaming chair, ready to launch into a full blown gamer rant when…

“You always get this dramatic when you lose. It’s adorable.”

You froze. Your heart stopped. Your soul left your body.

Because that was a very familiar voice. A very recognizable, flirty, smug, velvet smooth voice coming from just out of frame. Your eyes widened. Your hands shot up like you were being held at gunpoint.

And then…

Chat:

chris-2220: WAIT! WHO IS THAT? WHO JUST SAID THAT?! WAS THAT A GUY’S VOICE??? TELL US NOW!

hanafubukki: “adorable”??? HELLO??? WHY WAS THAT KINDA HOT

blessingofthestars: I NEED HIM TO SPEAK AGAIN PLS

jen-jen: SHE’S GOT A MAN??

masquerade-of-misery: HE SOUNDED WAY TOO SMOOTH TO BE REAL

You started laughing nervously. “Uh…I…guys, that was, um… just… the neighbor! Haha! Funny thing. Thin walls. Ha…”

You were fumbling hard. The stammering. The fake giggles. The absolute refusal to look directly at chat. From behind you, the voice returned, closer this time, clearly amused.

“Tell them I said hi.”

You turned slowly. He did not just… You whipped your head back to the camera. “I… I can explain!!!!”

Chat:

Y/N_simp: DEAD! I’M DEAD

hanafubukki: HE SAID HI I’M SCREAMING! y/n.fan: MYSTERY BOYFRIEND???

chris-2220: YOU’VE BEEN HIDING A MAN THIS WHOLE TIME???

masquerade-of-misery: DROP HIS @ !DROP HIS BLOOD TYPE! WE NEED RECEIPTS!

blessingofthestars: WHY IS HE KINDA FLIRTY

jen-jen: DID SHE JUST GET EXPOSED LIVE LMAOOOOO

You covered your face with both hands, groaning. “I hate you,” you muttered over your shoulder.

Lilia leaned casually into frame, smirking like the smug menace he was, and gave the camera a playful wink. “Aw, come now, love. They seem fun.”

Chat:

chris-2220: OH MY GOD HE’S CUTE

y/n.fan: STOP IT! YOU’RE KILLING US

Y/N_simp: SHE’S SO RED RN I’M IN LOVE

hanafubukki: girl… good for you…

best_mod: I SHIP IT

You exhaled in defeat, cheeks glowing. “…Okay. Yes. That was Lilia. He’s… my boyfriend. Surprise…”

You shot him a glare. He blew you a kiss. “I was gonna keep it private a little longer,” you mumbled.

Lilia perched himself on the arm of your chair and rested a hand on your shoulder. “Where’s the fun in that, love?”

Jade Leech

You were mid way through a relaxed, late afternoon stream, lounging in your chair with your headset perched lazily over one ear. Chat was a chill ocean of messages, questions, and banter as you leaned back and scrolled through your upcoming schedule.

“Okay, so for Thursday’s stream, we’re doing the collab with CayCay, and then next Monday’s stream might be an IRL one… if the weather behaves,” you said.

Chat:

Y/n.mushroom: pls tell me the IRL stream is hiking again!

usernamesarehardtomake: i love the forest ones!!

jen-jen: what’s the outfit for Monday 👀

tutorialb0ss: we want the chaos collab on Thursday  

You smiled, stretching a little then…

Click.

The door to your room opened behind you, and you instantly stiffened. Your mouth hung open mid sentence. Jade walked in. Calm, composed… and visibly excited, at least, Jade excited, which meant a slight gleam in his eyes and a gentle lift to his smile. In his hands was a small, intricately carved wooden box.

“I found some new kind of mushrooms,” he said with quiet enthusiasm. “They’re a curious shade of violet and had an unusual texture when I plucked them.”

Your entire soul left your body. Because not only did he forget you were streaming, but he had walked in exactly the way he always did, soft footed, confident, and directly into frame.

Your eyes shot wide. The camera only caught him from the chest down, but still…. white sleeves rolled neatly at his elbows, forest dusted gloves, and his voice.

That smooth, hypnotic voice.

Chat:

Y/nsupport: WHO WAS THAT!?

jen-jen: “I found some mushrooms”?? HELLO??

Y/n.mushroom: voice reveal of some mystery man

wokasiv: he sounds hot not gonna lie

tutorialb0ss: THE WAY HE SOUNDED EXCITED ABOUT MUSHROOMS! IM CRYING!

usernamesarehardtomake: MA’AM. MA’AM EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW! WHOSE FOREARMS ARE THOSE???

You were frozen, like a deer in headlights. “...Hi, Jade,” you managed weakly, one hand awkwardly hovering over your mouse. “You’re, uh… on camera.”

Jade blinked once, then glanced at the monitor. “Ah,” he said smoothly.

He didn’t panic… of course he didn’t. He just tilted his head slightly, curious. “Am I interrupting?”

“I—uh—yes. I mean no. I mean… I forgot to end stream before you got home,” you stammered, heat crawling up your neck. “That’s… my bad.”

Jade chuckled. “I did wonder. You said you would be finished by the time I returned.” He placed the mushroom box on your desk gently. “But you get so absorbed when you’re enjoying yourself. It’s endearing.”

Chat:

tutorialb0ss: END??EAR??ING???

neko: HE’S SO CALM WTF

jen-jen: HE PUT A BOX DOWN. WHAT’S IN THE BOX?!?

usernamesarehardtomake: BRO WHY HE SOUND LIKE A FAIRY TALE VILLAIN I WANNA DATE

wokasiv: HIS VOICE IS ILLEGAL

Y/n.mushroom: DROP HIS FACE. DROP THE CAM. WE WANNA SEE.

You rubbed your face, trying to hide your red cheeks. “Chat, this is Jade. Yes. He’s my boyfriend. No, I wasn’t planning on telling you like this.”

Jade leaned down just enough for his face to almost peek into frame, still hidden, but close enough that you felt his breath near your ear. “Would you like me to say hello properly?” he murmured.

Your brain short-circuited. “Nope! Nope, we’re good, thanks!” you blurted out, smacking the ‘Be Right Back’ screen hotkey in a flustered panic.

Chat:

wokasiv: SHE’S LOSING IT!

usernamesarehardtomake: STOP THIS IS THE BEST STREAM EVER

neko: SHE WENT ✨BRB✨ REAL FAST

tutorialb0ss: MUSHROOM BOYFRIEND REVEAL IS ICONIC

Y/nsupport: LET HIM SPEAK AGAIN PLSSSS

Y/n.mushroom: this man got her blushing and panicking I’m OBSESSED

better.twin: Ew…

You turned in your chair and glared at Jade, who smiled sweetly down at you like he hadn’t just broken your entire streamer career in five seconds flat. “This is your fault,” you muttered.

He leaned in and kissed your temple, voice like silk. “I brought mushrooms.”

“…Fine. You’re forgiven. But next time!!!.”

Epel Felmier

You were in the middle of a comfy, easy going stream, your hoodie sleeves bunched up at your elbows and a grin on your face as you held up your new prototype merch mug to the camera. “So this is the first test version. The handle’s gonna be reshaped, and the logo will probably glow in the dark. Which I think is so cool,” you said proudly, spinning the mug between your fingers.

“The hoodie samples are coming next week, and I’m thinking of doing a special pre order drop for subs first”

Chat:

Y/n.lil.apple: that mug is so cute!

waitlexist: GLOW IN THE DARK??? OKAYYY

Y/n.notice_me: take my wallet pls

glitchingmind: when’s the drop date?? 👀👀

Neko: WAIT WHO JUST WALKED BY???

You blinked. “Huh?” You glanced behind you but nothing was there. Just your bedroom door half open.

“Someone walked by?” you repeated slowly, squinting toward the hallway.

Chat:

Y/n.lil.apple: YES SOMEONE LITERALLY JUST PASSED

Y/N_simp: lilac hoodie guy! he was cute

waitlexist: HE HAD A BABY FACE

Neko: HE’S SO ADORABLE! was that your brother??? 👀👀👀

You snorted, laughing. “My brother? I don’t have a brother.” You leaned closer to read more comments, scrolling up.

“Wait… what? ‘He’s so adorable, was that your brother?’... I—huh?” You read the comment out loud.

Before you could even register your confusion fully…

SLAM.

The door flew open, and Epel marched back in like a storm in human form, glaring straight at your monitor with arms crossed over his chest and righteous fury radiating from him. “Who the fuck are you calling adorable?!” he snapped, voice sharp and thick with his unmistakable accent. “AND I’M HER BOYFRIEND!!”

You froze.

Chat? Exploded.

Chat:

Y/N_simp: EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?!?! BOYFRIEND???

waitlexist: “WHO THE FUCK” SIR HELLO???

Neko: LMAOOOOOOOOOOO

Y/n.notice_me: BABYGIRL HAS A BOYFRIEND REVEAL LIVE

glitchingmind: THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER

Y/N_simp: YOU’RE DATING THAT ANGRY LITTLE GRAPE??

Y/n.fan_: I THOUGHT HE WAS A BABY HE’S A WHOLE MAN???

Y/n.lil.apple: THE ACCENT CAME OUT HARD 😭😭😭

You turned slowly in your chair, wide eyed. “Epel… what… why did you yell at chat?!”

“They called me adorable,” he said indignantly, walking fully into the room now, jaw tense. “Like I’m some little purse puppy or somethin’… tch. I ain’t adorable, I’m tough. I work out! I chop wood! You’ve seen my arms!”

You blinked at him. “...They didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

“I don’t care, they’re wrong!” He pointed at your screen dramatically. “Tell them. Tell them I’m your man, not your deam brother!”

You slapped your hand over your mouth to hide your laughter, shoulders shaking. “Okay okay! yes, everyone, that was Epel,” you said between giggles. “He’s not my brother. He’s my boyfriend. My… very proud boyfriend.”

Chat:

waitlexist: “I CHOP WOOD” OKAY LUMBERJACK

Y/n.fan_: SIR RELAX WE GET IT

Y/n.notice_me: THE ACCENT WHEN HE’S MAD IS KINDA 👀

Y/n.lil.apple: I THOUGHT HE WAS CUTE, BUT HE’S SCARY NOW!

glitchingmind: “I’M HER MAN” I’M GONNA DIE

Y/N_simp: you got yourself a firecracker

Neko: PLS BRING HIM ON STREAM MORE

Epel huffed but looked satisfied. “Damn right.”

You finally turned to him, eyes warm. “You could’ve just said hi, you know.”

He shrugged. “Wouldn’t be as fun.”

Then, with all the casualness in the world, he leaned down and kissed your cheek, making your chat short circuit even harder, before walking off again like nothing happened.

You stared at your camera, stunned. “...So anyway, about that merch drop.”

Chat:

Neko: MAM.

Y/N_simp: WE’RE NOT DONE.

Y/n.lil.apple: GET HIM BACK HERE

glitchingmind: WE NEED A COUPLE STREAM NOW

waitlexist: HOW DARE YOU JUST GO BACK TO BUSINESS

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thatonegrimm · 21 days ago

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Emoji Anon here! Can I request a drabble for poly Saja Boys reacting to their gn s/o accidentally calling them "my boys" while looking for them please?

Thanks for your request! This idea was too cute💖 Hope you like it! 💌

🌙 Saja Boys x Reader — “Your Boys”

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The fluorescent lighting buzzed softly above you as you scanned the shelves, your grocery basket swinging lightly at your hip—half-full, half-forgotten.

You’d made the mistake of sending the boys off in different directions, hoping you’d get through the trip quicker if everyone grabbed what they liked. That was twenty minutes ago. You hadn’t seen a single one of them since the chips aisle.

You squinted down at your crumpled shopping list. Two drinks, ramen, something sweet—

“Hey!” you called out instinctively, raising your voice just a little over the murmur of a nearby mom group. “Where are my boys?”

It slipped out.

Casual. Unthinking. Loud enough to echo across the cereal aisle and die somewhere near frozen foods.

A beat of silence.

Then—

Jinu poked his head out from behind a corner shelf, a box of barley tea in one hand, his brows raised in dry amusement. “My boys?” he echoed, voice calm but clearly entertained.

Abby turned from the canned goods he’d been diligently stacking into a pyramid (for fun, not function). “You rang?” he said with a grin, flexing one bicep like he’d been summoned by title alone.

From the far end of the store, the freezer door creaked open slightly. Mystery’s eyes caught yours through the glass—glinting with mischief, like a cat who’d been caught exactly where he meant to be.

Romance placed a tub of ice cream delicately into your basket and then clutched his heart dramatically. “I knew it. We’ve been claimed. It’s official.”

Baby, already leaning coolly against the cart like he’d been waiting for his cue, just smirked. “Took you long enough to admit it.”

You froze, face flushing.

“Oh my god,” you muttered. “That wasn’t supposed to be—"

“Too late,” Jinu said, adjusting his glasses as he approached, tone matter-of-fact. “It’s canon now. We’re branded. Better design a crest.”

Abby slung an arm over your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Do we get badges? Titles? Matching jackets?” he asked, jostling you playfully. “Wait, no—snack privileges. That’s what matters.”

Mystery appeared soundlessly beside the cart, now rifling through the snacks. “So if we’re yours,” he murmured, “do we get to know who your favorite is?”

Romance was already at your side, hand finding yours like it always did when he wanted to be charming and annoying at the same time. “Careful, Mystery,” he said sweetly. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answered.”

Baby shrugged, picking up a spicy ramen pack and tossing it into the basket. “As long as I get the last bite of whatever she’s cooking, I don’t care who the favorite is.”

You groaned, covering your face with one hand. “Why do I bring you guys anywhere?”

“Because you love us,” Abby said cheerfully.

Romance leaned closer. “Because we’re pretty.”

Mystery blinked slowly. “Because we carry the heavy stuff.”

Jinu raised his index finger. “Because we remind you to get toilet paper.”

Baby grinned. “Because you called us your boys. Too late to backpedal now.”

You tried to compose yourself, but they’d already started closing ranks around you—shoulders bumping yours, hands slipping snacks into the basket, playful grins flying faster than you could block them.

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A few minutes later, the teasing hadn’t let up.

Abby lifted a bag of chips triumphantly. “Okay, but if we’re her boys, I call dibs on being the muscle. I’m obviously the most shredded.”

Jinu didn’t look up from his checklist. “Incorrect. You’re the himbo. I’m the brain, and the leadership committee.”

“You’re the what now?” Romance asked, eyebrow raised. “Excuse me, I’m the face of this team.”

“You’re the menace,” Jinu said calmly.

Mystery slipped a chocolate bar into your hoodie pocket when no one was looking. “I’ll be the ghost. I’m good at lurking.”

“You can’t choose to be a ghost,” Abby said, exasperated.

“Too late,” Mystery replied. “I already phased out of this conversation.”

Baby kicked the cart gently forward, one hand casually holding onto the handle as he looked back at you. “Wild card,” he said with a lazy smirk. “That’s my role.”

“Chaotic one,” Jinu corrected.

Romance sighed. “Fine. But at least I’m the romantic lead.”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh as you looked at the absurd group around you the five very different disasters in one collective orbit.

“...You’re all ridiculous,” you muttered fondly.

Abby bumped his shoulder into yours. “And yours.”

Jinu cleared his throat. “Do we get uniforms now? I’m thinking matching hoodies. Monogrammed. Maybe in navy?”

“You’re not designing them,” Baby said flatly. “Last time you tried, we almost wore wool in summer.”

Romance wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you a little closer. “But really… we’re yours. You said it. Don’t try to take it back.”

Mystery glanced sideways. “Too late. You summoned us. We’re bound now.”

You gave up fighting the grin and held out the shopping list like a truce offering. “Then help me get the rest of this stuff before the sun sets.”

“Team snack squad,” Abby said proudly.

“Snacklords,” Romance corrected.

“Snack cult,” Mystery murmured ominously.

“Let’s just pay and leave,” you sighed.

Still, as the six of you walked toward the checkout, laughter trailing behind like a trailing spell, you couldn’t help but feel the warmth in your chest.

Yeah.

Your boys.

And you wouldn’t trade them for anything.

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#kpdh x reader #kpop demon hunters #saja boys x reader #baby x reader #jinu x reader #abby x reader #romance x reader #mystery x reader #kpdh

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dakusan · 8 days ago

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S h u t U p , Y o u L o v e I t

Kim Seungmin x Reader | post-summer shift, best-friends-to-lovers, tteokbokki, baseball replays, “you’re my girlfriend now, deal with it”

⚾ Synopsis: Summer changed things. You kissed him. He kissed you back. And now Kim Seungmin has decided that makes you his girlfriend. No arguments, no take-backs. Which would be easier to handle if he wasn’t also the biggest menace alive, teasing you half to death while sitting way too close on purpose. You’re still a little scared, sure, but when he says he’s not going anywhere? Yeah. Maybe you believe him. Maybe you’re his now. (Don’t tell him you’re still naming the potted plant Seungmin Jr.)

💌a/n: I KNOW I POSTED THIS LATE, OKAY?!?! I WAS BUSY BEING A GREMLIN AND WATCHING RICK AND MORTY FOR THE 30TH TIME. LET ME LIVE🙄. PLUS YES, I HEARD YOU. THE DEMAND FOR PT2 WAS ACTUALLY INSANE. “WHERE’S PT2?” “DROP PT2 OR ELSE.” YOU GUYS ARE MENACES (I mean that lovingly). SO HERE. HERE YOU GO, YOU WHORES. I’M JOKING. I’M JOKING (mostly). I was actually stupidly happy you all loved pt1 so much you wanted a follow-up, so I really tried to do it justice. Hope you love this chaotic menace-boyfriend era Seungmin as much as I loved writing it. For the new people stumbling in: READ PART 1 FIRST OR YOU WON’T GET HALF THE JOKES OR THE GIANTS BOY TRAUMA 👉🏻 Keep your eye on the ball — no, not me. p.s. reblogs = love letters, tags = serotonin, and screaming in the comments = oxygen to me. You know the drill 🫶🏻 p.p.s. YES, if Seungmin ever actually brought a potted plant, I’d name it Seungmin Jr. too. Don’t fight me on this.

📍credits: @cafekitsune for the dividers

The first week back feels like being thrown in a washing machine.

Lectures. Group assignments. A lab partner who can’t stop chewing gum like it’s a contact sport. Your dorm radiator hisses all night like it’s haunted. You’re too tired to think about much, except for the fact that Seungmin is, somehow, everywhere again.

Not that that’s unusual. He’s always been there. Same classes, same café runs, same sarcastic comebacks that once felt harmless and now feel… different.

Because summer happened.

And now, every time you pass him your notes in class and your fingers brush, you’re aware of it. Every time you sit across from him in the library and he pushes your favourite snack across the table without looking up from his laptop, you’re aware of it. Every time he yawns and tips his head back against the dorm couch, hoodie tugging just enough to show the line of his throat —

Yeah. Aware.

But you’re both pretending. Like always.

Friday, 9:03 PM – Your Dorm Room

You’re hunched over your laptop, notes spread everywhere, hair falling into your face. Seungmin drops into the seat across from you with his usual annoyed sigh, the one that says “you’re doing something wrong and I’m here to witness it.”

“You look dead,” he says, chin propped in his hand.

“You look like a Victorian child ghost,” you mutter back.

He smirks, lazy. “Still cute, though.”

You look up at him sharply. He doesn’t flinch. Just shrugs and starts pulling out his own notebook like he didn’t just lob a grenade into the room.

“Stop saying things like that,” you mumble, turning back to your laptop.

“Like what?”

“Like… that.”

“Why? It’s true.”

You glare. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re failing this assignment if you don’t fix that header spacing.”

You groan. He laughs. It’s stupidly warm, soft, real, the kind of laugh that makes your chest tighten in a way you’re refusing to name.

10:42 PM

“Why are you still here?” you ask, scrolling through your paper while he’s sprawled across your bed, very much not leaving.

“Because you’d get distracted without me,” he says, flipping through one of your textbooks like he owns it.

“I’m already distracted with you here.”

“Exactly. Equal results. At least I get to bully you for it in person.”

You throw a pen at him. He catches it without looking. Show-off. There’s a beat of quiet after that, the kind that stretches thin. He’s still lying there, half-propped on his elbow, watching you type. His gaze is warm and when you finally glance back he doesn’t look away.

Your fingers freeze on the keyboard. “Seungmin,” you say carefully.

“Mm?”

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re—” you stop, biting your lip.

He tilts his head. “Like I’m what?”

You slam your laptop shut. “Never mind.”

He grin, that slow and infuriating grin of his, like he knows.

11:56 PM – The Hallway

He insists on walking you to the vending machine downstairs because “you’ll trip over your own feet if left unsupervised.” You bicker the whole way there. You always do. But when you’re standing side by side, waiting for your chocolate bar to clunk into the tray, his arm brushes yours. Neither of you moves.

“Are you coming to the Giants game tomorrow?” he asks casually.

You snort. “In what world would I do that?”

“The one where you owe me for all this free tutoring.”

You narrow your eyes. “And what do I get out of it?”

“A good seat. And me.”

You stare at him. He shrugs, unbothered, like that wasn’t the boldest thing he’s ever said. “Fine,” you say eventually, trying to sound annoyed and not like your pulse just jumped. “But I’m wearing the rival team shirt.”

He groans. “You’re actually trying to get booed, huh?”

“Maybe I like watching you suffer.”

“Maybe you like watching me.”

You choke. He just smirks, holding the vending machine door open for you like the menace he is.

Saturday, 1:14 PM – Campus Courtyard

You spot him before he spots you, sitting on the low stone wall, scrolling his phone, baseball cap tipped low over his face like he’s auditioning to be cooler than you by default.

“Why do you look like a paparazzi photo of a celebrity trying not to be recognized?” you ask, dropping into the spot next to him.

He doesn’t look up, just tilts the brim of his cap up a fraction. “Why do you look like you’re about to betray me on national television?”

You grin, spreading your arms. “Because I am.”

His eyes narrow. “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

You tug at the hem of your shirt with mock-innocence. “What, this old thing? Just a casual little outfit.”

“Rival team logo is not casual,” he deadpans, finally putting his phone away. “It’s an attack.”

“Consider it a peace offering to literally everyone else at the stadium.”

“Peace offering to who? The security team that’s gonna have to drag me off you when you get booed?”

You swing your bag onto your shoulder. “I thrive under pressure.”

He stands, towering just enough to look down at you with that half-annoyed, half-smug Seungmin expression that you’ve learned means he’s secretly delighted. “Thriving is a strong word for someone who spun like a Beyblade on a baseball field two months ago,” he says, starting to walk toward the subway.

You trail after him, scowling. “You’re never letting me live that down, are you?”

“Not even a little.”

By the time you reach the Stadium's Entrance line, the crowd's already buzzing, vendors yelling, the smell of popcorn and hot dogs hanging thick in the air. Seungmin walks just ahead of you, weaving through people like he was born for this.

“You’re way too comfortable in chaos,” you mutter, trying not to get elbowed by a group of overly enthusiastic fans.

He glances back, smirking. “You’re just bad at crowds.”

“I’m bad at crowds when I’m following someone with legs twice as long as mine.”

He snorts, holding his arm back for you to catch. You hesitate and he notices, eyebrow quirking. “You can grab on, you know. I’m not gonna charge you for VIP escort service.”

You roll your eyes but catch his wrist anyway, his skin warm under your fingers. His smirk tilts higher, not that you’re looking.

Seungmin led you both through the crowd, inside the stadium, hell, at one point he even shifted your hold on his wrist so he is actually holding your hand. Your ears are red. Red as a fucking tomato while he navigates you both to your seats.

“These are… actually really good,” you say, settling into the seat beside him, trying not to gawk at the clear view of the diamond.

“Obviously,” he says, popping open a soda. “I wouldn’t subject you to bad seats for your first real baseball experience.”

“My first real baseball experience was you yelling at me for three hours in a field, remember?”

He glances at you sideways, smirking. “Yeah, but this one comes with snacks.”

A vendor passes by, and Seungmin casually flags him down, ordering popcorn without even asking you. He just hands it to you, no comment.

When the game finally starts, the stadium erupts. Seungmin lights up like a kid on Christmas, already yelling stats you only half understand. You lean back, chewing popcorn. “You’re unironically so hot when you’re yelling at strangers.”

He whips his head around so fast you almost laugh. “What?”

“Nothing,” you say sweetly, tossing another piece of popcorn in your mouth.

He stares at you for a beat before turning back to the game, muttering, “You’re insufferable.” But his ears are red under his cap.

By the fifth inning, he's in full Giants Boy mode now, clapping, leaning forward, muttering “come on, come on” under his breath. You, however, are busy making commentary about him instead of the players.

“Seungmin, you look like you’re going to combust.”

“I am combusting,” he says without missing a beat.

“Should I be concerned?”

“Only if we lose.”

“You’re terrifying.”

“You chose this life,” he says, still not looking at you.

And then, the crack of a bat, the crowd ROARS, Seungmin is on his feet in one motion, throwing his fist into the air. Instinctively, you stand too, startled by the sheer volume. And without thinking, he grabs your hand. Fingers curling tight around yours, warm, firm, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He doesn’t notice at first, too busy yelling, but when the cheer dies down and he finally looks at you —

You’re already looking at him.

His smile falters just slightly, softens, like he’s seeing you properly for the first time all day. His thumb brushes your knuckles once. Absentmindedly. And yet, he doesn't let go. But neither are you.

The game winds down with a buzz still thrumming through the crowd. Seungmin claps once as the announcer’s voice booms over the speakers, his grin still half-pinned to his face, and you’re almost distracted enough not to notice that he hasn’t let go of your hand.

Almost.

When he finally looks down at you, there’s a split second where you swear he’s going to say something — something dangerous, something too honest — but then his mouth quirks sideways instead, like he’s switching gears.

“You survived,” he says.

“Barely,” you shoot back. “I think my hearing’s permanently damaged.”

He rolls his eyes, tugging you along with him as the crowd begins to spill toward the exits. “You should thank me. This was peak baseball education. Free, too.”

“Free? You made me pay for my own soda!”

“I paid for the popcorn.”

“You ate half the popcorn!”

“It was for the good of the team,” he says, dead serious, weaving through the mass of people like he’s been doing it his whole life.

You snort, letting him pull you along, still holding your hand, still not even trying to drop it, and you’re trying really, really hard not to think about that.

When you finally hit the street outside the stadium, the air is cooler, tinged with the smell of street food and something almost sweet from the vendor carts. Seungmin finally glances back at you, eyebrow raised.

“Tteokbokki?” he asks.

Your stomach growls before you can answer. You narrow your eyes. “You planned this, didn’t you?”

He smirks, tugging you toward a side street lined with carts. “I always plan good meals after good games. Professional habit.”

“And what exactly about that game was good?” you tease, sidestepping a group of kids in matching jerseys.

He stops just long enough to give you an incredulous look. “We won. You clapped. You even smiled when they hit that double in the eighth inning.”

“That was just me being polite.”

“Sure it was,” he says, clearly not buying it, leading you right to a steaming tteokbokki cart.

The ahjumma running it gives him a bright smile when she sees him. “Back again, Giants boy?”

You blink, turning to him. “Back again?”

Seungmin scratches the back of his neck, suddenly bashful in a way you’ve never seen. “I, uh… come here sometimes. After games.”

“Sometimes?” the ahjumma laughs, already ladling steaming rice cakes into a paper bowl. “He eats here almost every weekend. Spicy level three, right?”

You grin at him, delighted. “Wow. Regular status. Should I get your autograph?”

He shoots you a look, cheeks faintly pink. “Don’t start.”

“Too late. Regular Seungmin, I’m honoured to be in your presence.”

“You’re about to be honoured with no tteokbokki if you keep talking.”

You gasp dramatically. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He smirks, taking the bowls when they’re handed to him and passing one to you. “Eat before you starve to death being annoying.” You follow him to a bench nearby, settling in with your bowl, the smell already making your mouth water. The first bite is molten, spicy, glorious. You make a small sound of approval before you can stop yourself.

Seungmin glances at you, smirking. “That good, huh?”

“Shut up,” you mumble, taking another bite. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying it.”

“I always enjoy it. But you? You’re eating like you’ve never seen food before.”

“I had a long day watching you scream at strangers.”

“And you loved it.”

“Debatable.”

“Not even a little,” he says, tilting his head as he watches you blow on a rice cake. “You were totally into it. You even cheered.”

“I was peer-pressured by thousands of people!”

“Mm. Sure.”

You’re about to argue back, but then a string of melted cheese snaps from your chopsticks to your mouth in the most embarrassing way possible. You scramble to catch it, failing miserably. Seungmin freezes for half a beat before bursting into laughter. A real, unguarded laughter, leaning slightly away as he tries to hold it back. “You—” he manages between laughs, “you look like you’re fighting a monster!”

“Shut up,” you groan, finally managing to scoop the cheese into your mouth. “It’s hot!”

“You’re ridiculous,” he says, still grinning as he takes a slow bite of his own, obnoxiously neat in comparison.

You glare at him, cheeks puffed with food. “You think you’re so much better than me, huh?”

“I know I am,” he says, perfectly calm, which only makes you scowl harder.

You jab your chopsticks in his direction. “Bet you can’t eat it in one bite.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Wanna lose that bet?”

“I’d love to watch you choke on molten cheese.”

His grin turns wicked. “You’re evil.”

“You like it.”

And for a split second — longer than it should be — his smile softens just slightly, eyes locking with yours in a way that makes your stomach flip. “Yeah,” he says, quieter this time, almost too soft to catch. “Maybe I do.” You blink, caught off guard, but before you can answer, he pops a piece of tteokbokki in his mouth and leans back against the bench like nothing happened.

You stare at him. Hard. “...What?” you manage, voice catching slightly.

He blinks, all fake innocence now, chewing his tteokbokki like he didn’t just nuke your entire brain. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me. You—” You point your chopsticks at him accusingly. “You can’t just say things like that.”

He tilts his head, eyes glinting. “Like what?”

“Like that,” you hiss.

“Like what exactly, traitor? Be specific.”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

His mouth quirks, maddeningly calm. “Do I?”

You squint at him, your pulse a traitor all on its own. “Seungmin.”

He doesn’t answer, just pops another rice cake into his mouth and chews, completely unfazed while you’re sitting there, gripping your chopsticks like they might snap in half.

“Unbelievable,” you mutter, turning back to your food, stabbing a rice cake like it personally offended you. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the way his shoulders shake slightly. He’s laughing at you.

“You’re insufferable,” you say.

“Mm. You’ve mentioned,” he hums, leaning back against the bench casually. Then, after a beat: “You’re cute when you’re mad, you know.”

Your head snaps toward him so fast it’s a miracle you don’t sprain something. “Seungmin—” But he’s already reaching over, stealing one of your rice cakes right out of your bowl like he owns it.

“Hey!”

“Payment for my suffering,” he says, eating it in one neat bite.

“Suffering from what, exactly?”

“Being here with a known Giants hater,” he says, deadpan, licking a bit of sauce off his thumb like he doesn’t realize you’re staring at his hand now instead of his face. “Honestly, I deserve an award.”

“You’re—” you stop, scowling, because the only word you can think of right now is ridiculous, but that doesn’t even begin to cover it. Because he’s not ridiculous. He’s Seungmin. Seungmin who teases you until you want to scream, who looks at you like you’re the only person in the stadium, who caught you in his arms two months ago and kissed you—

Your stomach flips. Hard.

And apparently you’ve been staring at him too long, because when you finally drag your gaze up, he’s watching you. Not smirking. Not teasing. Just… watching. The noise of the street fades for a second, replaced by the soft thud of your own pulse in your ears. You clear your throat, snapping yourself back to reality, jabbing your chopsticks into your bowl again. “You’re still an ass.”

And just like that, his smirk returns, slow and dangerous. “You love it.”

“Delusional.”

“Adorable,” he corrects, leaning in just slightly, and your breath catches for a second, because it feels too close now, like if you moved an inch, your knees would touch, your shoulders would brush, your whole carefully maintained balance would just—

You scoff, pushing his shoulder lightly with yours to disguise the way your chest tightens. “Eat your tteokbokki, Giants boy.”

When you’re both finished, Seungmin stands, tossing the empty bowls in the bin nearby before turning back to you with that same maddeningly easy grin.

“Come on,” he says, holding a hand out to you.

You raise an eyebrow. “What for?”

“Clearly you need more baseball education. My dorm. Game replays.”

You gape at him. “Game replays? That’s your idea of post-dinner entertainment?”

“Yes. You’re welcome.”

“I hate you.”

“You don’t,” he says simply, and when you reluctantly take his hand to stand, his fingers curl around yours again, definitely not casually, and definitely not by accident. They curl around yours like he means it.

And honestly, he does.

The walk back to campus feels weirdly quiet. Not silent, not awkward, just quiet in a way that makes you hyperaware of everything else. The sound of your sneakers scuffing the pavement. The way his thumb brushes your knuckles every now and then. The way you keep almost saying something and then shutting your mouth, because what would you even say? You almost jumped him on a baseball field two months ago. You did kiss him, technically. And now he’s holding your hand like it’s the most normal thing in the world, tugging you along toward his dorm as if you didn’t just spend an entire summer pretending nothing happened.

By the time you reach his floor, you’re about two seconds from combusting. Seungmin unlocks his door, glancing over his shoulder at you. “You coming in, or do I need to roll out a red carpet for you?”

You scoff, stepping inside. “Your hospitality sucks.”

“It’s a dorm, not a hotel.”

You toss your bag onto his desk chair, turning to look at him and immediately realize he’s standing closer than you expected. Close enough that you can smell the faint mix of laundry detergent and whatever cologne he always wears without meaning to. Your brain stutters. Couple-close. You’ve been couple-close all day.

Seungmin seems completely unfazed, kicking his shoes off before tossing himself onto his bed. “Sit,” he says, nodding at the space next to him.

You cross your arms. “Wow, so polite.”

“Do you want to learn baseball or not?”

“Not.”

“Sit anyway.”

You roll your eyes, but you sit, careful to keep a few inches of space between you. He notices. Of course he notices. His eyebrow arches slightly, like he’s daring you to keep that distance. He pulls up a replay on his laptop, propping it on his knees. The sound of the crowd fills the room, muffled through his speakers.

You glance at him, unimpressed. “This is tragic. Are you seriously making me watch sports analysis of the same game we just saw?”

“Educational purposes,” he says smoothly.

“Mm-hm.” You pop your head into your hand, elbow resting on your knee. “And what exactly am I learning here?”

“That I’m always right.”

You snort. “You’re never right.”

His gaze flicks toward you, eyes glinting. “Oh yeah? You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

“Funny,” he says, leaning back slightly, arms crossing over his chest now. “Because you’ve been looking at me like I’m right about a lot of things lately.”

You whip your head toward him, heat rushing to your face. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

His mouth quirks. “You tell me.”

“Seungmin,” you warn.

“What?” he says, voice all fake-innocent. “You’ve been staring since the game.”

“I have not!”

“You definitely have,” he counters, shifting slightly closer now, laptop forgotten. “You’ve been looking at me like—”

“Like what, exactly?”

He tilts his head, his grin softening just slightly, that teasing edge dipping into something deeper. “Like you’re waiting for me to do something about it.”

Your heart lurches. “You’re full of yourself.”

“And you’re full of excuses.”

You’re glaring at him now, but he doesn’t back down. Neither do you. Finally, you snap, jabbing a finger at him. “You think you can just say stuff like that and—”

“What, like this?” he interrupts, leaning closer.

“Seungmin—”

“Or maybe like this,” he murmurs, closer now, his face inches from yours.

“You’re annoying,” you whisper, but your voice catches halfway through.

“You love it when I'm annoying,” he breathes, and this time his tone isn’t teasing. Your pulse is pounding. His eyes are locked on yours. The air between you goes still, heavy, loaded. And before you realise, before you even take another deep breath.

He kisses you.

His lips are on you. His. lips. are. on you.

And not tentative, not an accident. No no. This is on purpose. Done with intent. Seungmin leans into that kiss fully, hand sliding to the side of your jaw, pulling you closer like he’s been dying to do it since that stupid summer evening. Your brain short-circuits. Your hands fist into his shirt without thinking, pulling him closer, because apparently you’ve been waiting just as long.

And when you finally break apart, you’re both breathless, staring at each other like you’re not sure what universe you’ve just stepped into.

“...You’re such an ass,” you whisper again, because it’s the only thing your brain can manage.

His lips curve into a grin, softer this time, almost shy if it weren’t Seungmin. “Yeah,” he says quietly, thumb brushing your cheek once before dropping. “But you really do love it.”

You open your mouth to argue, but he kisses you again before you can get a single word out. This one is worse. Or better. Or both. Because now you know exactly how it feels, and your body responds like it’s been waiting for this, like it’s been ready for weeks, maybe months, maybe since that stupid baseball field when he caught you before you hit the dirt.

But you still melt into that kiss and your fingers twist tighter in his shirt. Because, fuck, his lips are... perfect against your own. His hand slides to the back of your neck this time, careful but firm, like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind if he lets you go. When he finally pulls back, his forehead lingers against yours. His thumb brushes the edge of your jaw, softer now, almost hesitant.

“You okay?” he murmurs, voice low, warm against your skin.

And you want to say yes. God, you want to. But your chest feels too tight, and your brain? Your brain won’t shut up. Because this is Seungmin. Your Seungmin. The one who’s been your person through bad professors and late-night deadlines, the one who memorized your coffee order, the one who stayed up at 3 a.m. with you watching dumb videos because you couldn’t sleep.

And if you mess this up—

You blink, heart hammering, and the words tumble out before you can stop them. “This… this is gonna make things complicated.”

Seungmin’s expression flickers, just for a second, before settling back into something unreadable. “Complicated how?”

“You know how,” you whisper, pulling back just slightly, enough to breathe but not enough to break the space between you. “We’re—us. We’ve been… like this for so long, and if this goes wrong, if we screw this up, I don’t—” Your throat tightens. “I don’t want to lose you.”

There’s a beat of silence. His hand stays at your jaw and his gaze doesn’t waver. Seungmin then finally exhales, a soft huff that sounds almost like disbelief.

“Are you seriously worried about that?”

You blink, stung. “Yes, I’m worried about that! This isn’t—this isn’t just kissing some random guy, Seungmin, this is you. My best friend. And you just—” You gesture vaguely at him, at this. “You kissed me. Twice. Like it’s not a big deal.”

His brows lift, and for the first time tonight, his voice sharpens, not angry, never angry, just firm. “You think this isn’t a big deal to me?”

Your breath catches.

“I’ve wanted to do that since…” He trails off, running a hand through his hair, frustrated. “God, I don’t even know how long. But it’s been a while. So yeah, I kissed you. Because I meant it. Because I’m tired of pretending I don’t want this.”

You stare at him, stunned, because Seungmin doesn’t talk like this. He teases. He deflects. He hides behind sarcasm. But right now? He’s looking at you like every word is true. And then he adds, softer now, “You’re worried about losing me? Newsflash, traitor. I’m not going anywhere.”

Your chest tightens. “You can’t promise that.”

He shrugs, a crooked half-smile tugging at his mouth. “Maybe not. But I can promise I’m not kissing you just to mess around. I don’t…” He exhales again, softer this time, thumb brushing over your cheekbone like he’s trying to make you believe it. “I don’t do this with just anyone. You know that.”

You swallow hard, still staring at him, still scared, still buzzing. You even open your mouth to argue again, but he catches it with another kiss, again. Except this one is slower, more passionate, his hand sliding to your waist this time, like he's giving you every second to pull away.

But you don't.

So when you part from that perfect kiss again, you're both leaning into each other, air is warmer between you. Warm and different. But a good type of different.

You press your forehead to his, voice quiet, a tiny, almost-shy admission. “This better not ruin us.”

“It won’t,” he says without hesitation, like it’s the easiest truth in the world. “Not unless you run away first.”

You snort, weakly, because that’s such a Seungmin answer. “You’re so full of yourself.”

He smirks, thumb brushing your chin. “You’re still here, aren’t you?”

You roll your eyes but don’t move away, your fingers still curled into his shirt. “Shut up and play your stupid game replays, Giants boy.”

He grins, tugging you gently closer against his side until you’re practically tucked into him. The laptop is still on, now playing muted game highlights, but he doesn’t even glance at it. His arm rests lazily against the back of the bed, fingers brushing your shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You try to focus on the screen, really, you do. But his warmth, his stupid heartbeat against your arm, his smell—all of it—is way too distracting.

And of course, he notices.

“Hey,” he murmurs, glancing down at you, voice low enough that it cuts through the sound of the crowd on the replay. “You’re not still freaking out about this, are you?”

You blink, startled. “I’m not freaking out.”

One of his eyebrows lifts. “Sure.”

“I’m not,” you insist, maybe a little too fast.

“Uh-huh.” His mouth quirks. “If it reassures you that much, though…”

Something in his tone makes you glance up. His smirk is already there, infuriating and dangerous. “…lemme just take you out on a proper date,” he says, voice casual, like he’s talking about something as simple as passing the salt.

You freeze. “A… date?”

“Yeah.” He leans back slightly, still watching you with that damn smirk. “A real one. I’ll even ask you to be my girlfriend if that helps you stop looking like you’re about to explode.”

Your face heats instantly. “You’re—what?”

“Don’t look so shocked,” he says, grinning wider now. “What, you think I was planning on kissing you forever without actually doing something about it?”

“I—Seungmin—!”

“Relax,” he interrupts, leaning closer, his arm brushing yours. “I’ll do it properly. Dinner. Maybe flowers. I’ll even wear a nice shirt. Not for me, obviously—”

“Obviously,” you deadpan, trying desperately to hide your burning cheeks.

“—but for you,” he finishes, voice dropping just slightly.

You stare at him. Hard. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re blushing.”

“I’m not.”

“You are,” he says, laughing softly, tilting his head like he’s committing your expression to memory. “It’s cute.”

“Stop calling me cute.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s—you can’t just—ugh!”

He’s laughing outright now, leaning back against the headboard, the picture of relaxed smugness. “You’re really bad at taking compliments, you know that?”

“I hate you,” you mutter, turning back toward the laptop just so you don’t have to look at him anymore.

“Mm, no you don’t,” he says easily, reaching over to nudge your chin so you’ll look at him again. “But nice try.”

You swat his hand away, glaring. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re still sitting here,” he points out, grin softening just slightly, almost fond now. “So I’ll take that as a yes.”

“A yes to what?”

“To the date.”

You blink. “I never agreed to—”

“Too late,” he says, shrugging, eyes twinkling. “I already asked. You didn’t say no. That’s basically a yes.”

“Seungmin.”

He cuts you off with a grin that’s both smug and—annoyingly—warm. “Relax, traitor. I’ll make it worth your while.”

You try to come up with a snarky reply, but all that comes out is a strangled, “You’re so—ugh.” He chuckles, finally turning back to the laptop like nothing happened, one arm still draped around you like it belongs there.

You shift under his arm, trying to find the right words, but they all feel stuck somewhere in your chest. “Seungmin,” you start, quieter this time.

He hums, eyes on the laptop now but clearly listening.

“I just…” You glance down at your hands, twisting slightly in your lap. “I’m still… kind of scared, okay? Like, this is—”

He cuts you off immediately, like he’s been expecting that. “Complicated. Yeah, I know.”

You look up at him, surprised. He glances at you finally, his expression softer than you expect. “But hey,” he says, voice steady, no hesitation at all, “you don’t have to be scared. Not with me.”

Your chest tightens.

“And also,” he adds, smirk curling back onto his face, “too late anyway. You’re already my girlfriend.”

Your brain stutters. “Excuse me?”

He shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You didn’t say no. We kissed. That’s binding, sorry.”

You gape at him. “That’s not how that works!”

“It is now.”

“Seungmin.”

“Shhh.” He presses a finger to his own lips dramatically, turning back to the screen with fake seriousness. “We’re watching baseball replays, girlfriend. Focus.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” he asks, grinning without looking away from the laptop.

“Because you’re being ridiculous.”

“And you’re still sitting here,” he says again, smug as ever.

You cross your arms, glaring at him. “You’re insufferable.”

“Yeah, you been telling me, uhh... all day.” he says, leaning slightly closer, his arm tightening just a bit around your shoulders. “But I’m your insufferable now, so stop overthinking and watch this home run, okay?”

You stare at him for a beat, torn between smacking him and melting into the mattress. Finally, you sigh, leaning against him despite yourself. “…You’re such a menace.”

“Mm. And you love it.”

You roll your eyes, but when his thumb brushes lazily against your arm and he murmurs, almost too soft to hear, “Seriously, don’t be scared. I’m not going anywhere,” you believe him. Because, for some odd reason, you finally let yourself relax into him a little more, letting his warmth and the sound of the crowd on the screen blur together until your heartbeat finally starts to settle.

Yeah.

You’re his girlfriend.

And you hope he actually brings flowers and not a potted plant to that promised date.

…Though, honestly, you’d probably like the potted plant too. You’d name it Seungmin Jr. just to annoy him. That thought makes you snort. Out loud. Not at all discreet. And that causes Seungmin to glance down at you immediately. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing,” you say quickly, biting back a grin.

He narrows his eyes, suspicious. “You’re thinking something stupid.”

“I am not.”

“You are,” he says, shifting slightly to look at you. “I can see it in your face. What is it?”

You pause dramatically, then deadpan, “If you bring me a potted plant on our date, I’m naming it Seungmin Jr.”

He blinks. “...You’d name it after me?”

“Yes. And then I’d tell everyone Seungmin Jr. is much easier to deal with than Seungmin Sr.”

He stares at you for a long moment, then huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you love it,” you shoot back automatically.

He smirks, leaning back against the headboard, arm tightening around you again. “Yeah,” he says, soft but sure. “Yeah, I do.”

You blink, cheeks warming, but before you can reply, he turns back to the screen, grinning. “Now shut up, girlfriend,” he says casually. “You’re blocking my view of the best play of the season.”

You roll your eyes, leaning into him anyway. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Giants boy.”

“Lucky? No,” he says, smirking. “Skilled. I caught you fair and square.”

And you hate how much you’re smiling when you mumble, “Menace.”

“Yours,” he replies, not missing a beat.

And just like that, it feels easy.

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i4satoruz · 10 days ago

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I CAN SEE YOU

pairing — childhood enemy!gojo x afab!reader

synopsis — you’ve hated gojo satoru since he insulted your precious glitter stickers at age six—and he’s made it his life’s mission to annoy you ever since. but after thirteen years of bickering, teasing, and showing up uninvited, one cracked smile during your date announcement makes you wonder: is hatred and annoyance truly the only emotions he can teach you?

tags — enemies to lovers, one-sided (?) pining, gojo being a complete menace like he always is, two year age gap, reader and gojo are both in college, not super slow slowburn, jealous!gojo but he covers it up with being annoying, reader is suguru's little sister, brother's bestfriend!gojo, fluff, idiot(s) in love, eventual smut → next

wc: 1.8k

from this headcanon: childhoodenemy!gojo. likes and reblogs are very very appreciated!

at the ripe age of six, you had been introduced to two new emotions. hatred and annoyance. courtesy to your brother’s best friend, of course. if there was something you took pride in, it would be your patience. so why is it that every time you’re in the same radius as satoru gojo, that you find yourself screaming your head off every minute? well, let's just say that if your patience is what you pride yourself for, satoru’s was his outstanding ability to piss you off.

you first met him when suguru had brought him over to play this new game on his console, and ever since then, they became inseparable. much to your dismay.

the front door slammed open without warning, making your head turn toward the uninvited visitor. “suguru! I brought the weird soda you like! okay not gonna lie, i tasted a bit of it on the way here and it tastes absolutely horrible–“

it was unknown to you that the man who was about to be at the top of your ‘most hated things’ list had just strolled in as if he’d known the place. he had messy unkempt white hair, bright blue irises, and clothes that was definitely a wardrobe felony by how mismatched they were.

in one hand he held a half-empty bright blue soda can and a bag of chips and sweets in the other. sitting on the middle of the living room floor was you. you stared at him. he stared right back. tilting his head, he pointed at you. “who’s that?”

your brother smiled, sitting cross-legged beside you. “my sister. we’re playing stickers.”

gojo blinked. then a boyish grin appeared on his face. “stickers? really, suguru? thats what you made me rush over here for?” he took a step closer to the both of you, crouched and then peered. “so sparkly. they’re kinda girly, aren’t they?”

“they’re mine.” you say defensively, snapping your sticker book shut.

gojo tilted his head, smirking. “i never said it was bad. just… cute. i guess.” he shrugged, voice still laced with something teasing. “do you name your stickers too? like ‘princess cupcake’? oh! or maybe ‘sir bunny wunny’?”

you scowled. “no.”

“uh-huh. sure. totally convinced.” he looked at suguru with a grin. “she’s like a little rabbit. look at her cheeks.”

“they’re normal cheeks!” you burst, red-faced.

“i dunno, you’re kind of puffing them out right now.”

you glared at him, then stood up and slapped your sticker book against his arm with just enough force to slightly hurt.

“hey! violence doesn’t help you make friends y’know!’

“i don’t wanna be your friend!”

gojo gasped, mock-offended. “you wound me, miss bunny wunny!”

suguru groaned quietly. you stomped off the hallway, muttering, “how can someone be this annoying?!”

behind you, gojo shouted cheerfully, “i get that a lot!”

it has been thirteen years since that cursed afternoon in your living room. thirteen years since gojo satoru barged into your quiet little world. insulted your prized stickers, called you a little rabbit, and taught you two new emotions that refused to die around his presence.

you’d like to say you got over it.

you didn’t.

not when he still brings it up like comedy gold and definitely not when he still occasionally calls you by that annoying nickname. not when he never got out of that habit of randomly strolling in your house as if it was his and making sure he got to annoy you every chance he got.

“you are aware that you’re not funny, right?” you deadpan stare as he cracked the lamest joke of the century. it’s the third time this week he showed up uninvited, the second time he ate your snacks, and the nth time he cracked a joke that only seemed to make himself laugh. it was a tuesday.

gojo, still laughing at his joke, looked back at you with that shit-eating grin. “i’m hilarious. you‘re just emotionally repressed.” he took another bite of your pocky, enjoying the situation. you fold your arms across your chest. it’s that same smug look that seemed to grow more annoyingly irritating over time. it physically hurt to restrain yourself from shoving him out the nearest window.

“you’re twenty-one. grow up.”

he shrugs. “you’re nineteen. grow taller.” you glare at him. your height was his personal favorite way of attacking you. “besides, it’s amusing how your ears still twitch when you’re mad.”

“they do not twitch.”

“hm,” he taps at his temple. “photographic memory. living room floor, age six. you had glitter stickers and an impressive need for murder in your eyes for a six year old.” you rolled your eyes. he was delighted. gojo knew he just relived an embarrassing memory for you.

“i should’ve followed through. then, i wouldn’t have to deal with you.”

gojo, who was previously leaning on a counter, straightened his posture. “and miss all this?” he gestures to himself like he’s a walking miracle. “tragic.” your eyes twitch.

you step forward, snatch the pocky from his hand, and toss it in the trash.

he gasps as if you just did a heinous crime right in front of his eyes. “that’s limited edition!” you scoff. “for the record that was mine," your eyes had narrowed in his direction. "and don’t act like you can’t buy those for yourself.”

as he was about to retaliate, probably to say a smug remark, your phone lit up. a specific notification made a smile creep on your face.

“dId the assassin you hired to kill me finally respond?”

“haha, very funny.” sarcasm dripping from every word. “just confirming dinner plans.” you say casually.

“with?” his head tilting as he asks.

“someone,” you reply, not looking up from whatever you were typing. “it’s a date.”

you don’t miss it, the slightest crack in his usual teasing demeanor. his grin falters for a moment. a moment short enough to pretend it didn’t happen, but long enough for you to notice. after all, you’ve known him for thirteen years. before you could raise an eyebrow at the sudden change, he masked it again with amusement. weird.

“oh?” he says, tone light. “poor guy. he has no idea what he’s in for.”

this time, you do arch a brow. “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“nothing, nothing.” he says, waving you off, already recovering. “he better like unsolicited nicknames. and emotional damage. and attitude 24/7. oh! add lazing around everyday to that list too.”

you roll your eyes, and start toward the hallway. showing him your middle finger along the way. “so what’s he like?” gojo calls after you, unfazed. “is he tall? funny? emotionally stable? that’s rare these days.”

you keep walking.

“come on,” he says, trailing behind you now. you hated how fast he was catching up to you with that height. “is he one of those pretentious film majors who only drinks iced americano and claims dead poets society is the best movie of all time? or maybe he thinks he’s deep cause he owns a record player.”

you pause outside your door. “why do you care?”

“i don’t.” he says too loud, too fast. too suspicious. “just worried that you’re lowering your standards. i set the bar very high, you know.”

you almost laugh at his statement. one of your many problems with gojo is that you never seemed to know when he's joking or not. so, for the sake of your already diminishing sanity, you choose to believe that what he said was another one of his jokes.

“you are the bar. hellishly low and easy to trip over.”

he gasps, clutching his chest for the dramatics. “that’s slander!”

you open your door, done with him. “i’m going to get ready. go back to my brother’s room and annoy him instead. stress isn’t a good look for the first date.”

as you walk in, he follows, leaning on the doorframe like a lazy shadow. “you gonna wear that black dress? the one with the little sleeves?”

a beat.

you blink. “how do you remember what i wear to dates?” for once your tone didn’t seemed annoyed, just genuinely curious. the grin never left his face. you saw gojo satoru in many ways, and not once did the word 'observant' make it to the list. with the exception of noticing something only if it'll piss you off.

“photographic memory. also, you’ve worn that dress twice now. one for that guy from your chem class. and now this one.” he continues on, as if the newfound information didn’t shock you at all.

you, however, managed to keep your cool unlike the uninvited guy that’s now in your room. “you seriously keep track?” something in your voice shifted, and you pray he doesn’t notice. god knows what kind of unbearable teasing would come with it.

“wouldn’t you like to know.” he turns, shifting his position at the doorframe like he hasn’t just peeled back a layer you didn’t mean to show. you watch him, his arms still crossed over his chest, your heartbeat louder than you’d like. of course he noticed. of course he’d say it like that—half-joking, half-daring you to call his bluff.

stupid dress. stupid memory. stupid gojo satoru and his stupid smug—

“i mean,” he pauses, as if he was carefully choosing his words, “just curious who you’re going out with this time.”

you narrow your eyes. “why?” your tone remained suspicious. “are you gonna track the guy down and flood his inbox with my worst moments?"

he shrugs, all faux-casual. “wonderful idea, bunny wunny, but you're very wrong. just hope he’s better than the chem guy. that one had a weird handshake.”

“you met him once.”

“once was enough.”

you roll your eyes. “are you done investigating me?”

“not even close,” he grins, but his voice has that edge again—too light, too fast.

you tilt your head. “you always this nosy?”

“only when it’s fun.”

there’s a beat where neither of you speak. he watches you, and you try not to fidget under the weight of it.

then: “what’s his name, anyway?”

“you don’t know him.”

“i could.”

“you’re not gonna.”

“hmm.” he turns to leave. “hope he’s funny.”

you blink. “why?”

“no reason,” he says too smoothly. he looked over his shoulder and his gaze landed on you. “you’ve got that kind of laugh that takes effort. would be a shame to waste it.”

you stare at him.

he gives you a lazy wave and disappears down the hallway before you can think of something to say back. which is probably for the best. you’re not sure what you would’ve said.

probably something dumb. probably something he’d laugh at.

because that’s just what he does—pokes and prods until you bristle, all smug and effortless, like getting under your skin is his favorite sport.

he’s been like that since you were six. thirteen years later, nothing’s changed.

if anything, he’s only gotten better at it.

so no—gojo satoru hasn’t changed and he probably never will. so what was that look on his face that told you he’s thinking of a million things in one second? if you listened to your gut, which was almost always right, you had the inkling that you might’ve been in one of those million thoughts. or maybe you’re in every single one. who knows?

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elllisaaa · 1 year ago

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Svt reaction to their s/o getting cute aggression on them

seventeen when their s/o gives them cuteness aggression

-> pairing : svt x gn!reader

-> word count : 1.6k

-> genre : fluff

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated !

-> sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> author's note : this idea is soooo cute ! i had a lot of fun writing this ! hope you'll like it !

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

cause of the aggression : cheol pouting because you won't give him one of the cookies you made.

he starts to whine when you pepper his whole face with kisses.

but you're not dumb - you see the big smile stretching out his lips and his eyes filled with adoration as you peck his lips so many times he can't count.

he's just so comfy with his hair ruffled from his nap and his glasses sitting on his nose so prettily.

he doesn't stop you until you finally decide that you attacked him enough.

"stop being so cute choi seungcheol."

"if i get kisses, i won't."

YOON JEONGHAN

cause of the aggression : jeonghan looking fondly at you while you're rambling about your favorite song.

the faint smile on his lips and the dreamy look in his eyes is enough for you to grab his face in between your hands and aggressively kiss his whole face.

jeonghan is whining the whole time, threatening you to take his revenge if you don't let him go.

but truly, he wants you to stop only because his heart is about to burst from how loved you make him feel.

when you finally feel satisfied with the amount of kisses you left on his face, it's your chance to witness a flustered jeonghan - his cheeks slightly red but enough for you to notice it.

"you're blushing, baby."

"am not, you just left your lipstick all over me."

HONG JOSHUA

cause of the aggression : his smile. yes, that is enough of a reason for me.

you playfully bite his cheeks - not hard enough to leave a mark behind - loving the way they become even more adorable when he smiles.

joshua only giggles at your antics and lets you do whatever you want.

but let's not forget that he's a menace and you understand that he's planning something the second you see his devilish grin.

in return, he also bites your cheeks.

"why did you do that, josh ?"

"you're adorable too, you also deserve cuteness aggression."

MOON JUNHUI

cause of the aggression : him playing with your cat and calling him his son.

they look alike too much and both of them together are too cute to not react.

you kiss your cat first, inhaling his scent, then you do the same to your boyfriend.

jun doesn't really understand what's happening to him, but quickly, the feeling of your lips against the skin of his temples and cheeks relaxes him and he closes his eyes.

he only opens them when you finally stop and your proud smile makes him chuckle while he pulls you closer to him to hug you.

"what did we do to deserve all of that ?"

"you're both cute. and i love you. isn't that enough ?"

KWON SOONYOUNG

cause of the aggression : the way his whole face brightens up when you bring him a new tiger plushie.

you squish his cheeks in between your hands, cooing at him while he looks at you, completely lost.

you kiss his forehead too many times to count, and then you do the same to his lips.

but soon enough, soonyoung is smiling too much for you to go on with your assault.

he doesn't even try to play it off and is fully comfortable with showing you the blush you caused to spread from his cheeks to his ears.

"i should be the one doing that baby ! you're so cute for thinking about me and buying me this !"

"i always think about you soonie."

JEON WONWOO

cause of the aggression : your sleepy boyfriend waking up from his nap and looking at you from his spot on your chest.

you take a deep breath before looking back at him, hit by the same heavenly view of your half-asleep boyfriend.

your "aggression" is quite soft because you don't want to scare him but you still pepper his whole face with little kisses that make his heart melt.

a quiet "baby" falls from his lips when you kiss the tip of his nose three times in a row.

when you're finally done and satisfied, your eyes fall into wonwoo's awestruck gaze and you feel the need to attack him again.

"i just woke up, can't you wait two seconds ?"

"no. you're too adorable, i have to show my appreciation right now."

LEE JIHOON

cause of the aggression : his focused face while he's producing is undeniably adorable.

you look up at him from where you're sitting on his lap and decide that his neck will be your target.

you nuzzle your nose against the side of his neck aggressively before littering his skin with just as aggressive kisses.

jihoon interrogates you about what you're doing but you only kiss him harder and he simply decides to let you do your thing.

once you're satisfied, you look up at him again, and he pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear.

jihoon is shaking his head but you see the light smile stretching out his lips.

"you're crazy, you know that ?"

"i know. that's why you love me, though."

LEE SEOKMIN

cause of the aggression : seokmin coming home with a bouquet of your favorite flowers just because they made him think of you.

you put the bouquet down on the kitchen counter to not damage it before throwing yourself in his arms.

seokmin giggles and the way he smiles makes your heart flutter even more.

his hands go down to hold your waist as you repeatedly kiss his nose, then you do the same to his lips.

seokmin lets you do everything you want to him, but before you can withdraw after your last kiss, he prolongs the kiss.

"i really am the luckiest man on earth."

"what should i say, then ?"

KIM MINGYU

cause of the aggression : his puppy look when begging you to go out that same night.

you can never resist when he's looking at you like that, so you roll your eyes before starting your attack on him.

you start by covering his forehead with kisses, then his temples, his cheeks, his lips and finally his jaw.

mingyu starts whining as soon as your lips come in contact with his skin, his wide eyes looking at you with adoration nonetheless.

when you stop, he's pouting with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"you can't do that, baby ! my heart can't take this."

"well, stop being so cute. were going out if you want to, handsome. i can't refuse you anything when you're looking at me this way."

XU MINGHAO

cause of the aggression : him peacefully reading on a random saturday, all cozy on your couch.

you came from behind the couch, inhaling his scent as you buried your head in his hair.

minghao chuckled, but he let you nuzzle your head in his neck and kiss him all you wanted.

when you feel satisfied, you wrap your hands around his shoulders and he voluntarily leans his cheeks towards you, so you kiss him there too with a grin.

minghao is used to your impulsive thoughts but when you show your appreciation like that, it never fails to make his heart flutter.

"you made me lose track of my book."

"then re-read it to me, i love listening to your voice."

BOO SEUNGKWAN

cause of the aggression : the way he's so excited that you went with him to play badminton is making you fall in love all over again.

before the both of you can even start playing, you grab his hand to stop him and cut his face in your hands.

you pepper his whole face in kisses, but seungkwan is trying to playfully push you away.

it's only for form because his ears are slowly turning to a bright shade of red as he continues to sulk.

you place a last kiss on his nose before grabbing your racket and walking to the court, seungkwan following right behind you and trying to hide his grin.

"why did you do that ? we're in public, y/n !"

"oh, shut up, you loved it. and if you want me to stop, then you shouldn't be this adorable."

CHWE HANSOL

cause of the aggression : he's talking about his latest idea for a song and he's so adorable when he's passionate you just cannot help it.

you're currently laying on his chest in his bed, so all you have to do is to bury your head in his shirt.

then, you slowly start to kiss up his body, while hansol looks at you with wide and confused eyes.

your last kiss is on his lips and he still seems lost.

so you kiss him again, deeper, and he finally relaxes under your touch even if he doesn't understand why you feel the need to attack him like that.

but you're his beautiful partner, he's not going to complain at all, on the contrary.

"you're weird sometimes, y/n."

"you're weird too, that's why we're such a good match."

LEE CHAN

cause of the aggression : him preparing breakfast for the two of you because it's too cute to resist.

you walk in the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes when you notice chan dancing around the kitchen while finishing up what he's been cooking.

he's literally the perfect man, you have to reward him by wrapping your hands around his waist from behind and leaving kisses and bites all over his shoulders.

and you're glad he doesn't wear a tee to sleep, it makes your access to his skin easier.

chan turns around as soon as you stop, and you easily notice the blush on his cheeks that you kiss too with a smile.

"good morning, baby."

"it is indeed a very good morning. i want that every day, please."

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 1 month ago

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WooSan making you tap out

RATED XXXX. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

❥Choi San x Jung Wooyoung x fem reader

➯a/n: i think my meditation needs to be adjusted 🥴 this started as a drabble but i just want the teezers to be mean to me so bad...

(>ᴗ•)genre: literal filth like so bad

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not proof read, poly relationship, hard doms woosan / sub reader, such intense bdsm it almost borders cnc, orgasm control: edging / INTENSE clit overstimulation / asking permission, use of a vibrator, HARD degradation, regular slapping and thigh + pussy slapping, spit, choking, manhandling, dacryphilia, mxm: kissing and jerking, neck and ear kisses and bites, dvp, squirting, talk of anal, use of a safe word / tapping out and then super sweet praise and reassurance, name calling(including but not limited to): stupid, slut, cock sleeve, fucker, bitch, pet names: pretty girl, baby, angel, sweetheart. aftercare <33

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18+.MINORS GET LOST.

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In your relationship, things are usually the same from day to day in how you treat each other.

That is not the case in the bedroom.

Your dynamics shift everytime you have sex, and sometimes even during the middle of it. It's always a surprise.

Today, both of your boyfriends happen to be dominant; and their treatment of you from the very moment they walked in the door made you fall head first into sub-space.

When San is dominant, he likes to tease — but not to the degree with which Wooyoung does.

San is soft about it. Slow thrusts and gentle touches.

Wooyoung is a jerk about it. Works you up fast and pulls away just before you can cum — but sometimes he doesn't pull away and he practically slaps you in the face with an orgasm.

Both of them, though, not only do they work in a perfect harmony to make you drip so much arousal that you ruin whoever's sheets you happen to be on — they decide when you cum.

You must ask for permission. And if you don't, you will regret it in the most beautiful and torturous ways.

San told you not to cum again after you failed to ask for permission the first time today.

But Wooyoung persisted in being a menace. He wants you to slip up again and cum, whispering all kinds of filth in your ear as he lays behind you. One hand over your chest, holding your back against his chest as he slides the vibrator up and down on your sensitive clit.

He wants to punish you. He's had a shitty week, they both have. And he wants to be mean. But you have to give them a reason first.

You only get one mistake. You can only slip up once before punishment is deemed 'fair'.

And you try. You try so hard to keep being a good girl. But Wooyoung tilts your head and kisses you, shoves his tongue in your mouth just as he starts moving the toy in slow circles against you. You can't ask for permission if you can't talk at all.

You cum. And it feels like heaven, but you know the hell that will follow when San — who had been grinding deep and slow in your gushing pussy; stops.

He laughs, head dropping to rest on your shoulder as Wooyoung pulls back with a smirk. "Did you just do what I think you did, pretty girl?"

"I'm sorry!" The waterworks are immediate, but they don't care. You're so cute when you try to get out of trouble — but it makes them want to ruin you even more when they're like this.

"Are you stupid?" Wooyoung asks with a wild grin, eyes dark. "Huh?" He grips your chin tightly when you don't answer fast enough; even though he only gives you a split second. "Say something, dumbass. Or did you forget how to speak, and that's why you just came all over Sannies cock without permission... again?"

"I'm sorry, baby-" You yelp as he suddenly moves out from behind you and pushes you flat against the mattress, dropping the vibrator to wrap both his hands around your neck.

San has just as evil a smile as he sits up and watches, grinding into you as he does so and making you squeal. When your eyes slam shut, he reaches up and slaps you. "Keep your fucking eyes open."

"M'sor-"

"Sorry doesn't quite cut it," Wooyoung turns and faces him, his voice laced with mischief, "does it, San?"

"No, I don't think it does," he pouts, mockingly, meeting your teary gaze, "I think if our girl acts like a slut, that's exactly the way we should treat her."

"San, wait, Sannie, San-ahhh!" You scream as he picks up the toy and presses it against your clit; not caring about the fact that it makes tears slip down your cheeks. In fact — he likes it. They both do. "Mercy! Mercy, ple-"

Wooyoung chokes the words right out of your neck, spitting into your open mouth as you grab his wrists. "Shut the fuck up before I shove my dick in your throat. Won't be able to beg then, will you?"

You bite your lip with a broken groan, swallowing his spit without hardly even registering he spat in your mouth in the first place because San is now moving again — and he's not being gentle about it.

He slams his hips so hard into you that it makes your body slide up the mattress. You nearly bump your head against the wall before Wooyoung puts his hand on the top of your head quickly and cushions it. All of your noises are coming out no matter how hard you press your lips together.

Sniffling, moaning, whining, and being fucked so hard it's literally shaking your body.

San groans deeply, pulling out all too quickly and making you hiss. "Running from it, angel? Hm? Get your pretty ass over here." He yanks you to the middle of the bed before you can even think about moving on your own. "You want to cum like a slut, I'm going to fuck you like a slut. Wooyoung, get over here and hold this bitch down."

"Oh, with pleasure~"

You groan as Wooyoung sits on your stomach, facing away from you and taking control of the vibrator once again as San grips both of your thighs and slams into you. You scream out a curse, grabbing the waistband of Wooyoung's boxers tightly as they start bombarding you with pleasure that's all too intense.

"What's wrong, baby?" San's voice drips with mock empathy, "I thought you wanted to cum so bad? We're just giving you what you wanted." he slaps your thigh, rough. "Say thank you."

"Thank you, Sannie! Please! Please, slow down!" You stutter and slur as you writhe uselessly below them.

Wooyoung tuts his tongue, upping the speed of the vibrator and causing you to kick your legs in Sans grasp to no avail. "I'm the one who made you cum, you dumb cock sleeve. Should be thanking me."

They share a smirk as you immediately start thanking the both of them while simultaneously begging for mercy. Because in all of your jumbled and sniffled words, they don't hear your safe word.

They will make you use it before they quit. Pushing stupid sluts like you to their limit is the only way they learn, Wooyoung likes to say as though he isn't a million times brattier when he's subbing. But then, maybe that's how he knows.

"She's so fucking cute like this," San chuckles as you clench and flutter around his pistoning cock, "good job, Young." He leans and catches his lips in a kiss, soft in comparison to the way he beats up your cunt.

And they don't stop when you cum once again, squealing and trying to arch under Wooyoung's weight while your eyes roll back. "Ffffuck!" Is all you can say as you slump, not given a single moment to rest before they're building you up all over again.

"Three times?" Wooyoung giggles against San's lips, "our girlfriend really is a cum junkie~" He yanks at his boxers, impatiently pulling them under his cock. He's just as much as you are, is evident.

"You're s-so meaaan," you say through your heavy breaths, hands sliding around the bed to find something to grab onto. You pull the pillow you grab to your chest and bury your face in it; soaking it with your tears.

"Shut up," they say together, sharing another grin.

San let's go of one of your legs and it drops to the side, useless and trembling. He wraps his hand around Wooyoung's length, spitting on it before he starts jerking him off quickly.

"Fuck, Sannie~" He tilts his head back, pressing the toy against your clit harsher to feel you shiver below him. "You might make me cum before I even have a chance to fuck her..."

He looks down slowly and meets San's gaze, a silent idea spoken between them.

Wooyoung rolls off of you quickly, all but flopping onto his back. He fists his cock roughly; watching as San pulls out of you roughly and starts spanking your ruined cunt.

"San!" The way your body jolts with each quick, precise hit makes their cocks twitch.

He spits right onto your swollen clit, slapping it even harder than before as he moans, "look at that sloppy pussy. So wet... I bet both of us could fuck you right now."

They both laugh as you peek your eyes over the edge of the pillow that you clutch to your chest, wide and blurry with tears.

"Yeah, you heard me," San says lowly, swiping his fingers against your clit so fast that it makes sloshing noises, "this wet little cock sleeve is going to take two at once. Gonna let us slip right in~"

"Give me this," Wooyoung growls as he yanks the pillow away from you, throwing it, "you don't get to hide from us."

San lifts you up before you can even pout and drops you on top of Wooyoung, who immediately fucks right into you; knocking the air from your burning lungs. "Fuuuck, I dunno, San... This bitch is still tight even when you've been fucking her." He puts his legs over yours and spreads them wide, pinning them to the bed. His hands find your breasts, squeezing and pinching and kneading and making you wail.

"We'll just make it fit."

When San lines his tip up with your stretched hole, you shake your head quickly, "please, please, I swear I won't cum again! Be gent- ah, fuck!" And he pounds right into you, stilling balls deep with Wooyoung. You convulse between them, another orgasm breaking over you and making you sob breathlessly.

"Shhh," you hardly hear Wooyoung as he coos into your ear, kissing at it softly, "there you go~" He slides his hand down your torso before landing on your lower stomach and pressing down, making you all moan. "Mmh~ This is how a cock sleeve should be treated, yeah? All stretched out- fuck-" He curses as you clench around them, causing San to grip your waist tightly. "Fuck, fuck," he whines a bit, thrusting into you with a merciless and hurried pace, "fuck her with me, Sannie. I want to feel her cum around us, she gets so tight~"

San complies, immediately; fucking you in tandem with him, moaning and groaning as he buries his face in your neck. Every time he nips at your heated flesh, he earns himself a whimper from you. And Wooyoung biting at your ear lobe gets just the same.

"One more," he whispers into your neck, kissing up slowly, "one more, let us feel it. Be a good girl. Give our Wooyoungie what he wants~" He tilts his head as he observes your tear streaked face before leaning forward and licking a fat strip up your cheek; making you slap at his shoulders.

"God, yes!" He yells, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly as San holds it. "Better cum for me, you fucker," he bites your neck, harder than San ever does. He licks the angry skin before he says again, "you'll cream on our cocks if you know what's good for you, slut. I'll stick it in your ass if you don't give me what I want, you know I will, angel."

"I c-can't!" You whimper, holding Sans shoulders tightly.

Everytime Wooyoung fucks up into you, San fucks you right back down. You can hardly breathe. Just when you're about to use your safe word, catching your breath to do so, Wooyoung slips a hand down your stomach softly and grazes his finger tips over your clit.

"Like hell you can't," you can't hear a word he's saying as he pinches your clit — and even though he does it semi-gently, because he knows how ruined you are, it makes you scream. "You're going to cum like the slut you are or I really am going to fuck your pretty little ass."

He almost hopes you don't; but of course you do. How can you not? Both of them stretching and prodding every inch of your insides, Wooyoung pinching your clit, San kissing and licking up your tears.

Your legs tremble under his, your hips jolting in between them, your jaw dropped in a silent scream that's more of a shattered gasp than anything else as you squirt all over them.

San cums first, and the warmth of it flooding your abused walls makes Wooyoung follow.

San holds himself up on slightly shaky arms, eyes closed as he presses his forehead against yours. Wooyoung moves to keep going when they both catch you whimpering out quickly, "tap out."

San opens his eyes quickly, meeting your gaze with a smile, "good girl~" And he kisses you gently, pecks your lips repeatedly. "You're so amazing, angel, you can take so much~"

Wooyoung wraps his arms back around your waist, hugging you gently as he slowly moves his legs off of yours. "Take your punishments so well- doesn't she, Sannie?" He hums contentedly as he nuzzles your shoulder from behind.

"So well~" He agrees, very slowly pulling out and shushing you softly as you whine. "Shhh, it's okay, I know... We were so rough with our pretty girl," he sits back, lifting your hips softly to help Wooyoung slide out of you. "But we're done now, promise."

You hardly have the wits about you to stutter out a softly spoken 'thank you'.

Their cum drips out of you slowly and puddles on Wooyoung's pelvis, making you shiver and melt further into his hold.

"You got her, Young?" San asks as he places a kiss to your quivering thigh.

"Mhm," he hums softly, tracing on your ribs softly, "I've got our perfect girl, but don't be too long. You want to cuddle, don't you, baby?"

It takes you a second to realize he's talking to you, and you nod at San quickly, "yeah, hurry, please."

"I'll be quick," he smiles, leaning over and placing another kiss on your lips before he slides off the bed and hurries to the bathroom.

Wooyoung holds you close to his chest, still rubbing his head against your shoulder softly like a pleased house cat. "You're such a good girl for us, you know that? Our perfect girl~"

You moan softly, lifting your shaky arms to rest over his. "You aren't mad?" You know they aren't, but you still want to make extra sure. You feel so light headed and vulnerable; and he eases all of your worries before they can fester.

"Why would we be mad? Of course not, angel. We like it when we make you tap out~"

"Hm," you giggle, whispering, "freaks."

"What's that, baby? You dooo want me to put it in your ass?" He teases you right back, kissing your shoulder as you laugh breathlessly.

San comes back, climbing back between your legs with a soft grin, "feeling good, sweetheart?" He gently cleans up your sore cunt as you nod with a dopey smile.

"Always perfect with you two."

─..003.tap out.─────

#ateez #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard hours #choi san smut #choi san x reader #jung wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung x reader #woosan x reader #smut fic #ateez fic #woosan smut

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prettydaisygirl · 2 months ago

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God, I love all your writings, every time I read one, it ends up in my favorites <3333

I was thinking about an au of James being a firefighter and being jealous, every now and then he has to go to the reader's building for an emergency because that building is shit haha.

And there's always the flirting, but he doesn't dare ask her out until one day he sees another of his fellow firefighters talking and flirting with her. . 🥵

hello, my love! This is so cute, thank you so, so much for your request! I had a problem in my building where the fire alarms were going off like once a week, so this is inspired by a true story of my own. Hope you enjoy it <3

firechief!James Potter x fem!reader who accidentally makes James jealous ✿ 1.1k words

cw: takes place on Christmas morning, Junior being a menace as he should be, sexy buff James, suggestive language

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This is probably the worst Christmas morning you’ve ever had. If you can even call it that. It’s 12:05 am, the full moon still high in the sky above you.

You’ve cocooned yourself in a blanket, sitting on a small bench by the side of the road outside of your building. The red and blue lights of the fire trucks and police cars don’t feel very festive, and it’s so cold you think your lips are starting to turn blue.

You’re trembling, teeth chattering, cursing whatever fool is responsible for the fire alarms. Or it could be faulty wiring, like your favorite firefighter always says. Your eyes scan the crowd for the aforementioned Fire Chief, but his dark curls and tanned skin are not visible, especially when a handsome man steps into your vision and blocks it. Your heart leaps until you realize it’s one you don’t recognize. He’s got piercings, his hair frantic and his grin makes you just as uneasy as the look in his eyes.

“Happy Christmas!” He says, eyes trailing over your figure like you’re in something sexy and not your pajamas and a blanket. “Are you doing alright? Need mouth-to-mouth or anything?”

You blink at him, unimpressed. He’s handsome, sure, but he’s not the firefighter who haunts your thoughts when you have your hand down your pants.

“I think I’m alright,” You say, and tug your blanket a bit closer. “Can we go back in yet?”

“Not yet, they’re still checking rooms.” He runs a hand through his hair, and his grin somehow brightens, “I’m Junior, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.” You say, and he steps closer. You tell him your name too.

“Well, if you ever need a big, strong firefighter to come and save you, ask for me.” Junior says, and reaches out a hand to brush some hair from your face. It catches you by surprise at first, then you want to roll your eyes. You open your mouth to make some remark back to him but you’re interrupted when someone clears their throat.

Your heart leaps again, eyes instantly darting to the man who has stepped up next to you. It’s James, your man favorite firefighter. Butterflies instantly erupt in your stomach and you find a shy smile appearing on your face.

“Hi, James. Happy Christmas,” You greet him, and Junior’s eyebrows raise as he glances between the two of you.

“Happy Christmas, angel.” James’ hand finds the side of your thigh, and you can feel the heat of his palm through the blanket and your sweatpants. “You alright?”

“I’m fine.” You say with a gentle smile, and James seems to give Junior a side look when he continues to stand on your other side. “Is everything okay?”

“Fine.” James says with a single nod. His tone is shorter than it usually is. “It’s-”

“It’s the faulty wiring.” Junior interrupts and flicks his hair dramatically, his hand finding your other thigh in the same way James does. It causes heat to rise to your cheeks, the attention of two handsome firemen being a bit overwhelming. They both notice. James scowls, Junior beams, and you shy away from both of them. Junior continues to speak like James isn’t trying to kill him with a glare alone.

“That’s why it goes off so often! But hey, if it allowed me to meet you, treasure, then maybe it’s worth it!”

“Junior.” James finally acknowledges the other man, his name sounding harsh and bitten. Junior takes it in stride.

“Hello, Chief!” He ignores the way that James’ jaw clenches hard enough to be audible. “Fancy seeing you here!”

“You’re dismissed.” Is James’ only response. Your lips curl inward, eyes looking down as the sharp tone makes your stomach curl. You wish you didn’t find it so hot. Junior tries to argue, hand raised, but James doesn’t even let him inhale before he cuts him off. “Go.”

He taps your chin once the two of you are alone. You raise it sheepishly, feeling guilty though you have absolutely no reason to.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, voice much softer as his hand slides up your thigh to settle against your side. Even through the blanket it makes your stomach do summersaults. “You look cold.”

“‘m freezing.” You admit softly, a shiver following it that gives you away even more. James makes a cooed, pitying sound, a completely different man from the Fire Chief who was glaring at Junior. The idea that he might go soft for you makes you feel things you shouldn’t. It gets worse when his hands move to adjust your blanket, tugging it tighter around you. You think you probably look lovesick as you watch him.

“You’d better head back inside. Santa will be coming soon.” James winks at you, his voice teasing now, but you find yourself feeling hesitant. Despite the cold, despite the hour, you want to spend just a moment longer with him.

He must sense it, because he steps forward. His face leans down so close to yours that you can feel his breath against your skin and you find your own catching in your throat. His hand traces your jaw softly before settling against your neck. You think you might combust.

“I shouldn’t be doing this.” His voice is a low whisper, and your eyes trace every feature on his face like you might never be this close again, wanting to memorize it. “My shift ends in the morning, why don’t I come by and see you?”

“On Christmas morning?” You ask, and you see the corners of his lips tilt up at the tone in your voice. “You don’t have anything better to do?”

“No, I really don’t think I do.” His answer is soft and honest, and you feel giddy at the way your body seems to sing at his proximity, heart fluttering from his words.

“I’d like that.”

He steps back at your answer, giving your cheek a brush with his thumb, and nods.

“I’ll see you then, angel.” His words are accompanied this time by a small wave, the group of firefighters climbing back into their truck. Everyone else has returned inside the building already.

You feel like you’re floating as you return to your flat, flopping back down on the bed. You almost don’t want to go back to sleep, feeling too excited for the morning. All you can really think is that James will be the best Christmas gift you’ve ever gotten.

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porcalinecunt · 2 months ago

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𝐆𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐈 .ᐟ

🫗ᯓ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ single sissy? wanting a big boy? meet mister ken ‘draken’ ryuguji! ♡

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

ྀི . ° . cw — ftm! reader , size kink , breeding , choking , headlock position , doggy position , praise , degradation(?) , stomach bulge , slight fluff in the beginning.

𓂃۶ৎ author’s note: i wrote this after midnight so sorry if its ass ; ; had draken thoughts and couldn’t contain them in my conscious. an nee ways, enjoy! <3

ᥫ᭡. ~ big boyfie draken is a sissy boy’s dream come true! after all, there’s not many hunks out there who’s willing to give boys like you a shot. after meeting you, cute in your ‘lil work uniform at the local cafe after putting street runts down, the second in command officer never felt any mushier with someone then with you.

after all, it’s like you couldn’t stop charming the guy! from kind words after a rough fight to patching him up to doing his braid every morning when he misses your hands roaming the dragon tattoo carved into the side of his head. his perfect little prince, a man he protects with his fists and body alike, someone who brings out the best in him even when things got serious. even more so thanks to the insane size difference between the both of you.

draken was huge, bigger then most of the guys even at a young age. even more so the older he got, his biceps bigger then your head and his body practically becoming a damn wall. it seemed like his growth spurt never stopped growing, until your face could only see his chest unless you craned your neck up to look at his face. you found it inconveniencing, annoying even! though through the eyes of draken, you only got cuter by the second.

millisecond if you count the times he nearly came by just making eye contact with you during sex. ♡

there’s a reason why this man has you in doggy tonight, not just to watch your pretty ass bounce as he fucks himself into your cunt, but to see you turn your head back to face him with the same heart eyes gaze that got you in this position in the first place. heavy eyelids with your irises rolling back everytime he hit that sweet spot, teeth sunken into your bottom lip as your face grew hot by the second. a normal reaction when your boyfriend’s fat cock is kissing your cervix and threatening to put a baby in you.

he felt heavy in your tummy, a bulge forming in and out as he dragged his girth along your sensitive walls. “kennyyyy!—“ you whined, turning your head again with a pout on your wet lips this time. “feels so good—ngh, wanna cum..cum in mee!”

“i know i know baby..doin’ so good f’me over here..” he leans down, cooing in your ear before licking your earlobe. he practically was on the verge of an orgasm, watching you squirm and plead for him was enough to push him over the edge. so much so, he couldn’t help but wrap his whole arm around your marked up neck and lock you in a chokehold. he felt your smaller hands shot up instinctively, gripping his wrist and bicep as he applied more pressure onto your windpipe.

he almost pulled away out of concern for your breathing until he felt you clench. suddenly, you felt a chuckle spill through his lips and into your ear. “ahh..you like this don’t ya?” “k-kenny..i jus—AH!”

“nah nah nah..don’t try ‘n run from me.” he pulled you up until your back touched his chest, arching away from your menace of a man as he pumps his length deeper into your ruined cunt. “your fuckin’ dirty boy, y’know that? tell me your a dirty boy f’me.”

“a-ah..’m y-you’re d-dirty boy..” you choked out, only to receive a tighter squeeze from your boyfriend. “i’m your dirty boy kenny! i’m your dirty boy!” you answered, both desperate yet cocked out beyond cognitive ability. how a simple headlock can have you babbling for dick embarrassed yet endeared you. didn’t matter anyways, draken was already inching towards his orgasm by the minute and you were going to take every last drop, even if he ended up knocking you up.

“yeahhh..my dirty boy loves my dick, always lovin’ my fuckin’ dick..” draken grunted as he screwed his eyes shut. “yess..i love it ken..i love it so so much!—ah!” before you could continue your mantra of your boyfriend, the feeling of your orgasm along with his hot seed spilling into your cunt knocked the wind out of your lungs. well, as much wind was left considering how tightly he was holding your neck. even so, you had enough energy to turn your fucked out gaze to him.

“can you do it harder next time?”

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revelboo · 10 months ago

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Carrying the pet headcanons

IDW Megatron x Reader, IDW Starscream x Reader, IDW Wheeljack x Reader, yeah, I’m not listing them all, but just how each mech handles/carries a human.

Starscream

• Carries you cradled against his chassis, servos curled partially around you. Tucks you inside his canopy if there are any other mechs about to hide you. He’s not exactly ashamed of you, more worried about you getting hurt to spite him. With how many enemies he’s made, he fully expects treachery. When he does allow you to ride on his shoulder, one big hand is always up, not touching you, but ready to grab you. It’s easy enough to tell he’s not the happiest with you perched there despite your insistence on being able to see. His wings stay aggressively up the whole time until you take pity on him to climb into his hand.

Thundercracker

• Doesn’t just grab you and it’s honestly adorable as he kneels and offers a huge hand to try and coax you to him like you might a stray dog. You’re pretty sure in his alien mind, you are a stray dog, but the novelty of not just being grabbed makes that realization more amusing than insulting. And his expression when you do willingly come to him to be picked up is too cute. He’s not above bribing you to him with little odds and ends he finds, including food of dubious origin.

Megatron

• Cages you carefully between his hands like a fragile moth he wants to inspect without hurting. For such a huge mech, he’s shockingly gentle with you. A lot of it is guilt, that dark tide constantly threatening to pull him under. Finds your presence soothing, but because of that same guilt, will pass you off to another caretaker given a chance. Can’t trust himself to not accidentally break you. He feels he definitely shouldn’t be entrusted with fragile things when all he’s good at is destruction. But he does love those quiet moments of contact, deserving of them or not.

Ratchet

• Picks you up to almost absentmindedly move you from getting under ped or if you’re just in his way while he’s working. He’s careful about how he handles you, but uncomfortable with just holding you like a favorite pet. Gets the award for being painfully awkward when he does have to carry you, because he’s sure you don’t enjoy being carried like a sparkling. He’s sure you resent it even if you never say a word. You don’t mind when it’s him picking you up. Those clever hands are so gentle with you and the longer he has to carry you, the more uncomfortable and gruff he gets.

Skywarp

• Absolute menace. Carries you like a toddler with their first kitten. One hand too tight around your middle as you hang upside down, because why carry you right side up when you change colors upside down? The more you struggle and swear, the funnier he finds it. Plus, he’s learning so many new, fun words and phrases to use. Most likely to accidentally, on purpose, drop you.

Whirl

• Not a lot better. He seizes you around the middle with one claw and carries you hanging awkwardly face down, arms and legs dangling and your hair in your face. Sometimes swings his arms, because your miserable groaning and complaints are too funny. Won’t hurt you intentionally despite acting like a jerk. Actually pretty protective of you and by his twisted logic, no one else is allowed to mess with you. Only him.

Wheeljack

• Doesn’t really carry you around unless there are other bots about. Honestly, isn’t sure how you feel about being picked up, but you’re so tiny compared to them and he gets anxious whenever he sees you walking in a hall with other Autobots. It doesn’t matter that he knows you’re in no danger. Those times, he makes a line straight for you, scooping you into his servos for your own safety. Half the time, he scares you silly because you hear running, heavy peds behind you, then you’re being grabbed. He means well and you appreciate how much he worries, but, really, you’re fine. The others see you. No one is going to step on you.

Soundwave

• Has a fondness for small things and even though you’re hardly one of his cassettes, will pick you up place you in his chest compartment if he finds you wandering about unsupervised. Being nabbed and dropped into the dark absolutely terrifies you at first, but you can see a dim glow in front of you and hear the hum of the big mech’s inner workings around you. It’s a surprise to both of you when you manage to fall asleep inside him. That cements it for him, he adopts you.

Bonus: Soundwave’s cassettes

• Frenzy seizes you around the middle under your arms and carries you around like a younger sibling, your toes dragging as you squirm to get away. Rumble would rather grab you by a leg and drag you kicking and protesting behind him just to see how long he can get away with it before Soundwave intervenes. As protective as the huge mech is, he’s surprisingly tolerant of his cassette’s mischief. You’re not being physically hurt? He’s allowing it. Cassetticons squabble- it’s how you set your boundaries. More than once, Lazerbeak has dive-bombed you, claws snagging the back of your shirt so he can lift you a foot or so up off the ground, because your terrified yelp sliding into angry swearing is too funny to him. May have dropped you once when your shirt just tears in his claws. Ravage prefers to nudge you along in the direction he wants you to go, but isn’t above carefully gripping your arm in his jaws to firmly tug you along if you’re resisting. Oddly enough, you grow resigned to your “older siblings” fast enough. You don’t really have a choice.

#transformers #starscream x reader #megatron x reader #wheeljack x reader #ratchet x reader #thundercracker x reader #transformers x reader

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cheol-e-kat · 5 months ago

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Hey!! for the bingo game i was thinking if you could write something about knotting & marking with cheol!!

hiii yes!! yay cheol - i don't write enough for his cute squishy cheeks (face or butt).

okie, so this def went in an a/b/o way, but that seems obvious given the knotting. anyway, hope you like this.

♡ kat

bingo squares: knotting + marking

part ii

summary: y/n helps seungcheol through his rut and gets knotted and marked in the process

word count: 1.7k

genre: a/b/o, alpha!cheol, omega!reader, ruts, enemies to lovers (barely), implied pining, kind of fluffy ngl

warnings: below cut

penetrative sex, fingering, oral sex, knotting, marking, breeding kink

it had always been fun to tease seungcheol, mostly because his aversion to you was so intense that it bordered on absurd. so naturally it became your favorite past time to mess with him, especially when you were younger. you knew you had won every time he looked huffy and mad, with arms crossed, and his lips pressed into a hard line.

for ages, there was nothing quite so good as knowing you had gotten under the alpha’s skin, until you weren’t sure when it changed exactly. and it wasn’t a total change because it was still fun to annoy him, just a bit less.

to be fair, you had known one another forever, virtually, and you didn’t hate him - he was the one with the issue. but maybe he was right that you were a little demented since you had literally kicked your feet with glee when his parents and your parents thought it would be a good idea for you to live in the same building when you both moved to the city for work after college.

but you weren’t a bad neighbor - there were limits to how much you were willing to annoy him because every once in a while he would truly look like the most tired alpha to ever alpha, and you would usually send him delivery from the one restaurant you knew he liked - not that you kept track or something.

but fast forward to several days before, because the real issue was when you noticed that he seemed very off and weird, even for him, and you couldn’t help but ask what was wrong. of course, he just rolled his eyes and mumbled something about ‘why would you care’, which was annoying. but when you saw his mail was piling up, you sort of wondered if he were dead or something. you tried knocking, loudly, even - still nothing. plus, you didn’t want to be late for work and decided you would try texting him. maybe.

you thought about it - you even typed the message, but sending it was another thing because he did always shoot you these annoyed looks when he saw you. which only made you want to be a menace, but that was harder since you presented as an omega and starting noticing scents. like how his was this amazing peppery floral scent that practically made your mouth water every time you were close to him. the fucking elevator was your enemy in that regard. even if you weren’t in it at the same time, you could catch his scent. you had maybe fingered yourself a few times thinking about just how good he smelled.

you didn’t message him. instead, you chose the totally normal option of using the fire escape - it wasn’t that many floors to climb. plus if his apartment was like yours, you would be outside his bedroom and be able to see if he had like died or whatever. with that solid plan, you went through your day. and by the evening, you ignored the rain and climbed the rickety as fuck fire escape ladder to the fourth floor. it was surprising to know he didn’t have black out shades - they seemed on-brand for him, but no, just thin, fluttery curtains that reminded you his mother probably did his shopping. you leaned against the glass to see that he was in bed, wrapped in maybe 45 blankets. it was pure impulse to tap on the glass, and then the old desire to see some emotion from him kicked in a bit too. so you kept tapping.

it took a few minutes to see any movement. so you kept tapping until he was in front of the window.

“it’s raining,” he said through the glass.

“yeah, so can i come in?”

he stared blankly for a moment. “you’re insane, you know that, right?”

you nodded, “you do keep reminding me.”

he rolled his eyes, but he still opened the window. he went back to flop on his bed while you climbed in through the window. you were shocked for a moment by how heavily his scent hung in the air and by how intensely floral it was, but peppercorns were actually kind of floral, you reasoned.

“so can i do anything to help?” you asked, glancing around his room - it was neater than you would have guessed.

he groaned, “please don’t mess with me right now, y/n - it’s not fair,” he grumbled and burrowed back into his blankets, which was much cuter than it should have been.

you sighed and walked over to his bed and sat, “i’m not messing with you - you’ve looked like shit, i was worried - you know, since we used to be friends and stuff, besides if you died, i feel like i would definitely be judged by your mom, who i do like, and you would haunt me just for fun.” you reached out to feel his forehead as you spoke - he was shockingly warm.

and then it clicked in your mind - alpha, looking like shit, all warm. “oh, shit,” you tilted your head to look at him, “don’t you use blocks and stuff?”

he stared at you for a moment like he was deciding something, “they make me sick - sicker before you ask - they’re way worse than this.”

you barely realized you were smoothing his hair from his face. you watched him close his eyes while you petted him. you tried to remember all the things about alphas in ruts - you knew it could be really painful, fucking helped, but sometimes just being around someone could help too. you wanted to be surprised that he was the type to just hibernate and tough it out, but it actually tracked pretty well since he wasn’t the most social.

you bit your lip lightly, “i can order food?”

he nodded, “stay and eat with me?” he stared up at you, his big eyes made you weaker than you ever liked to think about. you found yourself nodding because it was just staying for food.

you ordered food, and took a shower to get warm so he would shut up about how you would catch a cold - it also meant borrowing clothes from his extensive collection of sweats and pajamas. based on his wardrobe alone, he really stayed home too much. you sat next to him in bed and didn’t complain when he leaned against your thigh - you assumed it was his way of saying he liked when you played with his hair before. you ate and watched tv.

it was uneventful until you tried to leave, and he sulked and asked you to stay the night. you stared at him for a moment, wondering if he was somehow concussed. but you agreed, which meant being integrated into his burrito blanket situation, which would have been fine if it hadn’t felt like the equivalent of snuggling with a space heater. you woke up at some point during the night, thinking of opening the window, which made him whiny.

you made the executive decision to solve the problem by kissing him. for a few minutes, it was nothing but finally knowing how good his lips felt and heavy breathing from both of you.

he broke the kiss just enough, “y/n - it’s - you don’t need to”—

“you’ll feel better right?” you cut him off with your question.

he exhaled loudly, “yeah, but it’s not how i…” he trailed off - you could feel the gentle way his hands held your waist, his thumbs making little shapes against your skin. you blinked quickly, understanding where that sentence was headed.

you took a deep breath, “it’s how it is - it can be cute later,” you kissed him roughly, feeling like he deserved it for being this much of an idiot.

you didn’t mind the rush to undress or the way he had you on your back in what felt like seconds. he kissed you as much as possible while his hands moved your legs and hips into the positions he liked. you moaned when his fingers pushed in.

“fuck you’re so tight,” he groaned, working his fingers in deeper, stretching you as he did.

you gasped at the pace he was setting, especially when you felt his cock brush against your hip and realized how big it was. you reached down to jerk it while he prepped you. he moaned softly, “my good little omega,” he whispered against your skin. you blushed and nodded, especially when he bit the one spot just beneath your ear. your eyes immediately rolled back, and you came all over his fingers - slick and cum mixed just right to take his cock.

he was breathing heavily - you were already gone - his scent and bite were enough to send your mind reeling. but you quickly came to ground when you felt his cock push into you for the first time. he stilled for a moment when he bottomed out inside you. and then he started to move. you yelped at the stretch and felt his hand cover your mouth.

“shh, baby, just a few minutes - i won’t last,” he groaned and started to snap his hips, “fuck,” he muttered. he sounded on the verge of tears.

you reached up for him, your hand tracing over his chest and stomach - you knew you were speaking but weren’t really sure what you said until you both seemed to pause when you babbled about how you wanted his knot.

he nodded, “mmmh, yeah, princess, i’ll knot you,” and thrust harder, the tip of his cock unquestionably hitting your cervix, “breed you full too - all my pups, baby girl - i want you full of them,” he whispered against your throat, his lips teasing the mark he had already made. when his teeth grazed the skin, you pulled his hair roughly in anticipation of another bite. and when his teeth sank into your throat, and his knot started to catch and stretch you even more, there were so many sensations - you were certain that holding onto him was the only way to stay tethered to the earth - you knew your fingers were digging into his skin. but you didn’t care when your orgasm hit - it was a rush of perfect bliss that morphed into floating in nothingness until you felt him pulling you close, pressing soft kisses against your skin.

you had no idea how long his knot would last, but it didn’t really matter when you were lying across him, body limp and pliant and sleep taking you so easily.

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sluttylittlewaistenthusiast · 1 year ago

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╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list . m.list two

@gutsby

⭒ Wedded Bliss

The marriage was arranged, and the sex is deranged. Bucky is so obsessed with your pussy that he almost forgets he’s meant to be faking this whole thing—and hating it, like sworn enemies are supposed to do.

@samthemarvelfan

⭒ Bad Romance

In Brooklyn, everyone knows the unwritten rule: you don’t cross James Barnes. When you return after nearly half a decade, things are anything but the same. After the murder of your Uncle, you begin to learn that no one is who they say they are, and that you may have accidentally given your heart to a mobster; The White Wolf of Brooklyn. More dangerous than that, he’s given you his.

@anonymityisfunwriter

⭒ Two Sides of the Same Coin

⭒ You're Losing Me

Your fairytale ending is crumbling before your eyes. You don't know how to love someone who can't tell you're dying. You fear you're fading away, begging him to do someone, say something, choose something. You fear he won't be able to resuscitate you this time. This time, he's losing you.

⭒ Alone Together

It was always been you and Bucky, alone together, you'd say. But suddenly, you're just alone.

⭒ Uptown Girl and the Brooklyn Boy

Everyone knows that all any Uptown Girl needs is a Greaser from Brooklyn to make her forget all about her uptown world.

@pellucid-constellations

⭒ For the Love of the Game

Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.

@barnesafterglow

⭒ Friday (I'm In Love)

every day you love bucky. every friday he pretends to love you too

@sinner-as-saint

⭒ Tempestuous

With his kingdom flourishing in peace, and no threats from enemies; recently crowned King - James Buchanan Barnes sets out at sea. With his finest ship, the best crew ever recruited, and a deep desire to see whether the edge of the world truly exists; the King sets sail. Hoping to find the marvels of the ocean, to find beauty and magic even; however he ends up finding a fiery soul – one he cannot get enough of. But then again, no love story is ever perfect, is it?

⭒ Ruin

You work at a café owned by your family, close to your uni. And most of your days are pretty laid back and calm, but that is until you catch the eye of the mob boss. Your cute skirts and soft sweaters make him weak. Your innocence captivates him. And he wants you, badly. He wants you in his bed, wants his hand under those cute little skirts… he wants to ruin you.

⭒ A Sweeter Place

Years after a messy break-up, and now seeking stability, infamous mob boss James Buchanan Barnes finds himself reunited with an old flame of his. Instant guilt and regret wash over him when he finds out that his reckless ways back then, changed an innocent girl’s life forever.

⭒ You're No Saint

Steve and Bucky have been friends since they were young boys. They are inseparable, so naturally when you married Steve you were aware that Bucky came along with him. Every event, every vacation, even as the best man at your wedding - Bucky was always there, alongside you and Steve. He was one of your best friends as well, so you’ve never thought of him in a sexual way, ever. That is until one certain night, when you see something you’re not supposed to and you like it a little too much. You deny your desire towards Bucky, but Steve knows you better than anyone. He knows what you want and need, and he’s determined to fulfil your fantasy; because what his wife wants, she gets.

⭒ Run For Your Life

He was away from the city for a while, chasing after some bastards who betrayed him. But the traitors were no longer breathing now and Bucky Barnes was finally able to come home to the city he ruled. Mostly, he was excited to come back and see his girl again. However when he got to the strip club where you worked as a waitress, he didn’t find you there. They told him you didn’t work there anymore. No one knew where you went, or why you left. Nobody even knew your real name. Now it was up to him to search the whole wide world to find a nameless girl – one he was obsessively, mindlessly in love with.

⭒ All Yours

One of your students confess their feelings for you and things get interesting...

@mellowsaturns

⭒ In Losing Grip, on Sinking Ships

when the avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of hydra was destroyed. one unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy but bucky knows it. he could recognize those eyes anywhere.

⭒ All to Myself

after bucky finds out why you've been acting up ever since his company's party, he teaches you a lesson and remind you that you're the only one for him

@renxzs

⭒ Redemancy

Maybe it was a bit naive to think moving in with your best friend and long-time crush, Bucky Barnes, was going to be some smooth road that led to an admittance of mutual feelings for one another and a happily-ever-after ending, wrapped up nicely in a bow. Naive indeed; especially when you have to consider the fact that Bucky is the biggest womanizer you know.

@cryptidcasanova

⭒ My Devotion

The one where Bucky doesn’t take your breakup well.

⭒ Loverboy

It's the Bridgerton carriage scene, but make it mob!Bucky.

@subwaysurf45

⭒ She's Not Mad

Bucky Barnes was a known people pleaser, it was second nature to him. After meeting you and getting close you both try to navigate his eternal stressed state, working together you try your best to tone down his obsessive ways.

@adrinktostopyourthirst

⭒ Sniper

Reluctantly, you get thrown into an assignment with Bucky and Yelena, but Bucky doesn't trust you as far as he can throw you. When he's proven to be correct, it turns out you're still a hell of a good team.

⭒ Three Hundred

Bucky always makes sure his best friend is okay, because that is what you need. He's caring, but very passive and nonchalant, because you need it. Not him. He doesn't need that. He doesn't need you. Does he?

⭒ Variant

The chaos of the multiverse is quite literally holding up a mirror to Bucky. Turns out, it's very easy to get under someone's skin when you have a universal connection to them.

⭒ Underground

The Underground is the last way for you to survive whatever is left of the world after the Blip. Natasha introduces you to the Winter Soldier whose wing you're under until you find your way around. He's a stoic Underground fighter and you're... useless.

⭒ One Shot

Bucky and you have a hard time staying away from each other. And though you try to push him away, every time he finds you again, the universe finds a new way to pull you apart.

⭒ Satisfied

Drunk sex with Bucky.

@thenhewaswrongaboutme

⭒ Your Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes

Bucky has to spend six months locked up with a stranger.

⭒ Time Out

Need me a boy who is so needy and whiny when he cums inside for who knows how many times, and yet he still begs as soon as he's done "please, please again? I'll be good, I-I swear, I just need it so bad, just one more baby I promise–"

@bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

⭒ After All This Time

impending danger puts you and your ex, Bucky, in close quarters.

⭒ Why Are You At The Wake?

Bucky sits by your hospital bed, anxious for you to finally open your eyes. He’s got to set the record straight, and apologize for what he said before you got hurt.

⭒ The Rain Is Always Gonna Come If You're Standing With Me

A hurtful article in a low-budget gossip magazine throws your relationship with Bucky for a loop.

⭒ I Can Go Anywhere I Want, Just Not Home

Bucky doesn't talk to you anymore, and he's less than enthusiastic when he runs into you out of the blue. But when he calls from a strange phone number, the puzzle pieces fall together.

@noceurous

⭒ Get You Back

You hated that you loved Bucky Barnes, and he loved that you could not hate him.

@violentdelightsandviolentends

⭒ Honey Girl

The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

@notafunkiller

⭒ You Were Just Mine Yesterday

It's been a while since your break up with Bucky happened, but you're still not over him. You try to move on, go out, and have fun with your friend, Steve, but you end up in the same bar you two went to often. It also just happens that Bucky is there too, with Natasha by his side. It doesn't take long for you two to end up getting into old habits.

⭒ Out Of Style

A year after your divorce, you and Bucky come face to face at your closest friends' wedding. Emotions run high, leading to a fiery confrontation that takes a detour to Bucky's hotel room, where the old flame might just reignite.

@queers-gambit

⭒ Curiousity Killed The Cat

after rescuing you from kidnappers, you overhear your boyfriend-turned-savior complain about how clingy you've become.

@cherryblossom-heart

⭒ I Loved You Once

Loving Bucky Barnes was never easy but breaking your heart seemed to come naturally to him. A love story about your heartbreak,his betrayal and a chance at redemption.

@rookthorne

⭒ Purity

Softness was a trait you unwittingly carried - the wings of a dove taking you higher and higher, elevating you in the eyes of the devil. And that devil did not want to wait any longer. It was time to collect.

⭒ His Girls

Cars were all the same to you — classics, imports, you name it, they were all the same. Well, they were, until you were nonetheless forced to visit your local mechanic and saw the man that would pique your interest in not only every single make and model of classic car, but his charming smile; the air of righteous arrogance that flowed from his tattoos, and that damned cheeky glint in his bright eyes.

⭒ Hollywood Boulevard

All it took was one night, one song - hell, one note - and you were gone for him, hook, line, and sinker. Turbulent times lay ahead, but in the afterglow of ecstasy, forced to feel emotions in such intensity for someone you’d never expect, you couldn't help but follow him anyway - he was irresistible, after all.

@boxofbonesfic

⭒ You're Gonna Give Me Six

@gogolucky13

⭒ Mean It

You and Bucky get trapped overnight in the safe house after a mission. Everything should be okay, except he's your ex and thanks to his carelessness, the situation gets a little more complicated.

@intrepidacious

⭒ Almost Believing

You and Bucky aren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment. That doesn't mean you're getting out of having to pretend to be married for a mission.

@buckybarnesdiaries

⭒ Please

Bucky needed to be spoiled.

@buckys-darling

⭒ Face The Sun

To ensure the prosperity of their two kingdoms, a determined Princess and reluctant King are to be wed. She is willing to commit, but he can’t seem to let his lover go.

⭒ Will You Love Me Tomorrow?

You and Bucky are friends who fuck and nothing more. That’s what you’ll keep telling yourself, at least.

⭒ Electric

Flirtation has a different meaning with Bucky, and his patience doesn't last long when it comes to you.

@straywords

⭒ Kiss It Better

You’re not entirely sure your boss with the staring problem even likes you, but you’re determined to do your job either way.

@little-miss-dilf-lover

⭒ Fifteen Minutes

@bucksfucks

⭒ The Feeling's Mutual

the amount of times you and bucky have seen each other masturbating is alarmingly high. might as well do it together.

@ellemj

⭒ Bigger Than He Was

Bucky pretends to be your new man when you run into your ex in public. However, the little act of pretending sparks something inside of him that he didn't know was there.

⭒ Strawberries

Bucky, the man with a long list of girls on his roster, gets exposed to a sex pollen in the field. Will he fuck the first girl he calls or the girl he's wanted for the last two months?

⭒ Breathe

Bucky hates the way you take unnecessary risks in the field, the way you're so mesmerizing and yet so hard to work with, and he especially hates the way you get on your knees for him during a dangerous mission. Finding out how pretty you look on your knees is the last thing he needs.

⭒ Flustered | part 2

Bucky seems to thoroughly appreciate all women...except for you. When he finds out one of your weaknesses, he can't help but use it against you, which only makes you hate him more.

⭒ Inevitable

While on a mission with Sam, John Walker, and Bucky, you're the only person exposed to a sex pollen. Bucky sure as hell isn't going to let anyone else take care of you.

⭒ Blurred Lines

When choosing a female agent to send back in time to gain young Sergeant Barnes's trust, everyone's in agreement that it should be Sharon. Until Bucky, the man that you barely get along with, speaks up and lets everyone know that it could only be you.

⭒ Does It Hurt?

Bucky never would've gone out of his way to help you if he knew that HYDRA was still watching his every move, if he knew that it would shift their focus to you. When you're targeted and taken, it's his fault and he'll do anything to save you. Anything.

@viixenvi

⭒ Red

You work at a strip club and Bucky is a regular. Tonight he specifically asks for you in a private room. You never thought he'd love the color red on you so much.

@ro-is-struggling

⭒ Self Care

Bucky always seemed interested in your skin care routine, so when one day he arrives tired and drained from a mission, you take the opportunity to show him the importance and benefits of self-care.

@kinanabinks

⭒ Silent Girl

After a traumatizing event, you aren’t the friendliest or most talkative of people. Bucky understands, and in turn becomes the one person you soften your hard exterior for.

⭒ Special Girl

Being friends with benefits definitely has its perks, especially when the friend in question is as hot as Bucky Barnes - but when you're feeling insecure about the arrangement, Bucky makes it clear to you that you're more than just a friend.

@angrythingstarlight

⭒ Roommate Bucky

@wkemeup

⭒ Cold, Cold Water

While on a stakeout in the heart of Russia, Bucky learns that touch can bring something more than pain and he will willingly give himself over to the ice if it means keeping you alive.

⭒ Drunk On You

Bucky has always been nervous around you. When he’s tasked with caring for you after a night of heavy drinking and suddenly you’re kissing him, Bucky doesn’t know what to do. You couldn’t possibly want him sober, right?

⭒ Honey and Chamomile

Four cups of tea, four distinct moments in time, and each pulls you in closer beyond the walls surrounding Bucky’s heart.

⭒ Suburbia

Posing as husband and wife, you and Bucky infiltrate a quaint suburban neighborhood in search of a Hydra hacker. Perhaps if you weren’t so in love with him and he hadn’t broken your heart, the act of pretending wouldn’t hurt so much.

⭒ Eclipse

When a mission leaves you empty and broken, Bucky is determined to heal the wounds that linger deeper than the cuts on the surface.

⭒ Back to Bourbon Street

When you’re badly injured on a mission, Bucky works desperately to keep you alive. Only, it might not be enough.

@espinosaurusrexex

⭒ Bad Boys Don't Buy Flowers

Bucky would have never thought, he’d be chasing after a girl. Not when all of them usually fell at his feet. But when he finds himself entangled in a deal born out of a desperate argument with his assistant, he realizes there is nothing he wouldn't do for you: The independent florist who is adamantly dragging him to the homeless shelter every chance she gets. There is just one problem: Bucky doesn't know how to tell you. And the teasing from his friends is certainly not making things easier for him...

@navybrat817

⭒ Reconnect

Bucky Barnes is your best friend. You're also in love with him. After his recent breakup, the two of you get a chance to reconnect during a weeklong vacation together. Is it long enough to get your happy ending?

@dyspneagrime (wattpad & ao3)

⭒ No Privacy

You're stuck on a mission that never seems to end, in a completely destroyed studio apartment, with absolutely no privacy. And no privacy means- you haven't cum the whole time. Thing is, neither has the ancient, half-cyborg, psychopathic, hobo-lookin' asshole that you've been partnered up with.

⭒ Little Wing

The year is 1973. All Dove Rogers wanted was a relaxing summer. Just one last hoorah before being thrust into the adult life. Yet everything shifts when her new houseguest and long standing enemy- Bucky Barnes, arrives. In the thick of sun-kissed relaxation, the two of them are forced to face the awakening and burning desire growing between them.

⭒ Possessed

Margaret Everlee is a meek little thing. Living her life as a struggling artist in New York, trying to find her place in the world. That is until the formidable CEO with a dark past, James Barnes sets his sights on her. His infatuation is instantaneous, becoming a man obsessed with making her his own little doll.

@stardustdreams-andcaffeine

⭒ The Thin Line

Of one thing you were certain—Bucky Barnes hated you, and you hated him. How could you not, considering the super soldier had made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell after you had been assigned to protect him? But there was someone after Bucky from his past, and now he was forced to work alongside you to stop them. And in the process, you would find out just how thin that line was between love and hate.

@buckybabesonly

⭒ Wanna Be Yours

You are afraid to believe that someone like Bucky might actually love you back.

@lovelybucky1

⭒ Flirting and Football

@kurogxrix

⭒ Drunkenly In Love

you and Bucky ‘accidentally’ get married after a drunken game of truth or dare with the avengers.

@stxrvel

⭒ Hate Is A Strong Word

you hated Bucky and you were convinced that he hated you back. until one time he was talking to you and it started to sound... lovely? what was happening?

@kikixreverie

⭒ Its Called: Freefall

Things get heated between you and your closest friend Bucky, when you're made to play a married couple on an important mission. Neither of you can help yourselves when you end up stuck in a hotel room together, with sexual tension you could cut with a knife.

@brunchable

⭒ I Don't Want You Like A Best Friend

Bucky can't decide if the universe loves him or hates him. Maybe it loves to hate him. Maybe it's mischievous. Because he’s in love. He’s madly, deeply, painfully in love with a girl that he knows he’ll never have. Because the heavens created arguably the most perfect creature in their repertoire, dangled you in front of him for his entire life, and chose to rip you away before he had the chance to tell you how he felt.

@thyme-in-a-bubble

⭒ Just For Tonight

before you could even consider the possible consequences, a desperate request then fell from your lips, “well, what if I’m not asking you to be with me? What if it’s just for tonight? What if I’m only asking you to be with me for one night? Would you give me that?” you blinked up at him, scarcely breathing at all, “would you be mine just till the sun comes up?”

@aquaticmercy

⭒ Sleeper

When Bucky falls in love with the antihero he’s sleeping with, he offers her a place in the Thunderbolts.

⭒ My Own Soul's Warning

You, an immortal being, falls in love with the very mortal Bucky Barnes. You would do anything for him, even if it meant you had to strike a deal with Death herself.

⭒ Breaking Point

You and Bucky had always hated each other. When Bucky gets injured during a mission, you start wondering if the hatred was just masking something else.

@skaye44

⭒ Coffee Companion

You and your friend Bucky enjoy going for coffee dates as friends. Bucky sees the names and numbers of two flirty baristas on your cups. He's jealous and wants to be the one you date, so he takes matters into his own hands.

@ultralightpoe

⭒ Juno

@elixirfromthestars

⭒ Sink Your Teeth In Me

You and Bucky are supposed to attend Sam's party on Halloween. However, when you show up to his place looking like temptation itself—he gets other ideas on how to spend the night with you.

⭒ By The Warmth Of The Oven

You are baking cookies for the Avengers holiday party when a certain super solider comes into the kitchen tipsy for the first time...

@vunblr

⭒ The Memory Remains

An unexpected encounter brings Bucky face-to-face with someone from his past, stirring memories he thought were long buried.

⭒ Roots and Branches (part 1)

Bucky has built a quiet life in the woods, content to keep the world at arm's length. But when a new neighbor moves to town, her presence ignites emotions he’s hesitant to face.

⭒ Heartwood (part 2)

After Sam’s party, Bucky begins to navigate uncharted territory as he works to balance his growing feelings and lingering insecurities in his blooming relationship.

@elvenrin

⭒ Cold Libraries Create Warmer Hearts

a reserved librarian and a history-loving student keep crossing paths in the cold library, where shared smiles and hidden glances will make them understand that burning hearts don't do well in a place that easily ignites.

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