#and i'll always stay beside you ( v ; au one )

[youraverageaemondsimp]

Promises // Aegon ii Targaryen x Fem!Reader || MODERN AU.

Valentine's special 💕

Summary: Aegon was always afraid of committing to a relationship, he knew what he felt towards you was serious, is he finally ready to commit?

WARNINGS: mdni, afab!reader, unprotected p in v sex, tiddy sucking, fingering, friends with benefits relationship, angst, toxic relationships, mentions of cheating (not on reader), hurt + comfort, fluffy ending.

WC: 1.5k

A/N: made a valentine special for him too, this focuses more on the feels side 😩 aemonds will also drop soon // divider credits to @cafekitsune

The rain poured restlessly outside, the sound of the raindrops hitting the road matched the rhythm of your heartbeat as you too restlessly paced in your apartment.

You received a text from Aegon not too long ago, ‘hey, I'm coming over, it's urgent.’ and when you had replied asking him about what happened, he just left you on read, which caused your mind to go haywire, thinking he'd gotten in some kind of trouble, perhaps his family was too harsh on him again? Did someone try to assassinate him? It isn't uncommon since he was from an influential family, all those possibilities with even worse types popping up in your head made it very hard to stay calm.

You stood over your window, trying to see if he had come to your apartment, and when you saw the familiar car and headlights entering your apartment and being parked outside, you immediately bolted to the door before you stood in front of it, anxiously tapping your foot, waiting for him to ring the bell.

The bell finally rang, and you wasted no time opening the door, you had opened it so fast to the point the bell did not even finish echoing and ringing.

There he stood, Aegon, unscathed, but just standing with an umbrella in his hand that was leaking droplets, you let out a sigh of relief before you let him inside.

“What happened, Aegon?” You ask him after shutting the door behind you, and locking it. He simply turned to look at you for a moment before pulling you in for a hug, his face nuzzled into your neck as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, “Is everything alright?” you ask him and he nods his head against your neck, taking a deep breath as he breathes in your comforting scent.

“It's just—” he pulls away from the hug, “Me and Cass broke up.” He tells you and you go silent for a moment, blinking, trying to process what he said, “Ah— I see, you were dating her?” You asked and he nodded, “Since when?” You ask dumbfounded, not knowing Aegon was dating someone, “Two months.”

Your eyes widened as he revealed the time period, he sighed knowing what he messed up really badly, “Two months?! Aegon we've been getting together the entire time, why did you not tell me?” You yelled at him and he sighed, “She found out, that's the reason she broke up with me, I told her that you didn't know that we both were in a relationship, I don't know if she believed it.” He tries to de-escalate the situation, but you roll your eyes and scoff.

“Thank you Aegon, for making me look like a whore in someone's eye, I told you that I don't want to be in the friends with benefits relationship if we're both dating someone, it was a boundary that I've set, because that's cheating—” You began, “And you broke that.” You mutter the last part, all the emotional stress weighing you down.

“I didn't want to stop sleeping with you.” He confesses, “Then why did you get into a relationship with someone?” You question and he remains silent, not having a proper answer.

You sigh heavily before rubbing your temples with your hand, trying to soothe the ache that was forming in your head, “I'll talk to her and patch things up between you both,” You tell him and he shakes his head, “I didn't like her, besides I did not come here to ask you to patch things up between me and her.” He tells you and steps closer, “I came here because I realised one thing.” He whispers, his eyes boring into yours, and you couldn't look away, almost as if they are hypnotising you. “What is it?” You question and he leans down before pressing a peck to your lips. “That I love you.” The world had stopped moving the moment those words left his mouth, the sound of rain being the only thing both of you could hear, your lips trembled, trying to find an answer or a way to respond to this confession, Aegon isn't the type of guy that falls in love, so when those words come out of his mouth, it's pretty serious. “I—” You are interrupted with a kiss from him, his soft lips moving against yours in a gentle rhythm, you had tried not to give in, really tried, but the soft whimper he let out was enough to make your restraints fall apart and soon, you were kissing him back.

Lightning flashed and the thunder roared outside, and the rain began to pour even more heavily than before, his hands desperately pawed at your clothes, trying to grab any and all flesh he could find, he felt needy, desperate, hot, everything all at once.

You both pulled away at the same, and before you could say anything, Aegon carried you to the nearest surface to put you down on — which happens to be the kitchen platform — before continuing to kiss you, he wanted to be close to you, he wanted to be embraced by your comfort and warmth.

“I love you, I really do, I'm an asshole, I'm fucked in the head, but I really do love you.” He whispers against your lips and you look at him in haze, he pulls his face away from you, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands, “Please—” his voice was laced with grief, “Give me a chance,” You felt bad for him, at the way his voice was shaking, and you pulled him in for a hug, and he rested his head on your shoulder.

Warm tears flowed down your shoulder, trailing down to your collarbone as he cried, all the emotions he was holding back finally overflowing, he felt defeated, he knew he was wrong, he was shitty, the way he behaved with both you and Cassandra but that was because he was naive, naive to realise what his feelings were, after all, aegon never really got to regulate his emotions healthily.

“I know what's on your mind, if you get into a relationship with me, what's the chance that I won't cheat on you too, right?” He questions, sniffing and you mutter a ‘yes’

He pulls away from your shoulder, “That's because I love you, I didn't know what I wanted up until now.” He reassures, but you still couldn't help but have your doubts, “Please, I promise.” You watched as the tears continuously flowed down his cheeks and you tried to not feel any sympathy for him, because he was indeed an asshole, yet, you loved him, and you couldn't help but feel bad and guilty, so you just wiped his tears away and nodded, saying you'll give him a chance.

He hugged you right afterwards, and you caressed his back.

He began kissing your neck, trailing upwards to your ear and then to your face, pressing kisses all over it, before his hands grabbed your top and pulled it off you, leaving you in your bra. Aegon swallowed thickly, unbuckling your bra, revealing your bosom, he pressed kisses to the flesh before taking one in his mouth and suckling on it. This action comforted him for an odd reason, you simply held his head in place as he continuously suckled, licking and pivoting his tongue around the bud.

His hands resting on your thighs, making their way up under your skirt before they finally found your panties, his fingers hooked around the elastic of your underwear before pulling it down.

He wasted no time in settling between your legs, undoing his pants, pushing his cock out before he grabbed you by your hips and brought you closer to the edge of the counter so he could insert himself inside you.

You and Aegon had done this before, but for some odd reason, it felt more intimate, with his constant kissing and the way he held you had completely changed, he held you as if you were something fragile that would break, usually he would be rough, but today he was gentle, taking it slow.

His thrust slowly began to speed up and you rested your hands on his shoulders for leverage which he pried one off to place kisses on, you felt butterflies in your stomach at the action and you gasped as you felt him hit the sweet spot at the same time.

He chuckled, before intertwining your hand with his and changed the angle, constantly hitting the sweet spot and before you know it, you're spilling yourself all over him, you rest your head on his shoulder after a loud moan of his name escaped your lips, he thrusts a few more times before he too finishes inside you with a loud moan.

You both stay like that for a while, catching your breaths, “Will you give me a chance?” He asks again, voice nervously and you nod, “You better keep your promise.” You mutter before placing a kiss on his lips.

The emotions inside him ran wild, just like the storm outside.

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[kewpidity]

posting my loz au here cause its like the third time ive lost it and had to recall and retype my thoughts about it, dont mind me or the terrible typos if you read it i was on mobile lol

okay so firstly, this is not a completely solid idea yet, the way i have the triforce divvied up is subject to change and also i realize there actually isnt that much emphasis on the swamp anyway, moreso im swapping their settings around but for now the vague idea is zelda - power, ganondorf - courage, and link - wisdom (this also reflects a bit more in their personalities, so we get a wilier zelda and a calmer link for example)

zelda is a young shepardess living in a nowhere hamlet in hyrule, feeling she's wasting away on the farm and hoping for a great big somewhere else, you know Hero Stuff. she lives with her two aunts (gotta get in that old lesbian rep) who are sheikah women that are also literally not related to her, who are set on keeping zelda on the farm, insisting that the world is dangerous and onlyl fools go out of their way to find it- in fact one would think that they were keeping her hidden away on purpose.

meanwhile, ganondorf is a diplomat from the gerudo nation, and a powerful wizard besides that. a strange and terrible sickness that seems to be magic based has ravaged his people, and desperate for a cure he didnt have the knowledge to make, he sets on into the world to search for anything that could point him in the right direction, in particular places of great age and magic, old temples, castle ruins, etc. all the while trying to keep ignore the gnawing feeling that he might somehow be the cause of the sickness because of a darkness thats been building inside of him the past year, right before things got bad. he doesnt know what it is but it scares him.

and then there's link, who lives deep deep in a forest (probably the lost woods). he was raised by fairies in some old hylian ruins choked with vines and impossible to reach without his assistance. he doesnt get much interaction with the outside world, and locals from the nearest town sometimes tell stories about a ghost that lives there that might help you out or might lead you further astray, so most people are smart enough to steer clear. he's lonely. he doesnt know where he actually came from, and it mostly doesnt bother him, but sometimes he feels a pull in the back of his mind when he looks at the words painted on carved on the temple ruin walls that the fairies never taught him to read, he always feels a bit like he's forgotten something and its Just out of his reach

now the catalyst for all of them meeting is ganondorf traveling through hyrule and stopping at the village zelda lived nearby, and when she heard that a powerful wizard from a distant land was visiting, she snuck out in the middle of the night to meet him at the inn, demanding that he take her with him. he was absolutely gonna say Hell No, but he notices the triforce symbol on her hand (i'll likely have them be a kind blobby birthmark that isnt super obvious immediately what you're looking at) thats v similar to his own, and that pesky darkness welling up in him has a v weird and strong reaction to her presence, and he isnt sure its a good thing, but its Something that must mean Something so he agrees to it

their travels lead them to the forest that link is living in, and they get horribly terribly lost and tbqh link considers just leaving them to stay lost forever, but he also feels that weird pull to the travelers that he does from the temple walls, and figures its worth helping them out because obviously he's curious about the feeling, and v much longing for companionship, like mentioned earlier

the overall plot is basically them going to the various temples, etc that ganondorf travels too (he's kind of in change in the au, since he's the oldest and Obviously most well traveled)

if it wasnt already clear, the darkness he's dealing with is actually the demon demise literally starting to take hold of him so he's got to push on for his people despite it (courage)

zelda is going on a more typical hero's journey sort of thing, where her resolve and overall goodness is tested through the adventure, and she has to find the balance of being righteous and Self righteous (balancing power)

link is kind of unknowingly a vessel for a lot of ancient knowledge that he doesnt know how to unlock, and is literally illiterate, so his journey is a little more vague but basically when he's the key to knowing what exactly to do about demise, maybe the language of the temple is a dead one because thats how ancient it is, and he can unlock the knowledge with some spiritual exploration (so wisdom)

zelda and link are the keys to getting rid of demise here, but none of them realize it

also ganondorf and link fall in love Obviously

[saradika]

— WASTELAND, BABY

vi. like the bonfire that burns, that all words in the fight fell to

[masterlist] | [part v]

boba fett x f!reader

rated E - 3k

tags: fallout au, post-apocalyptic, canon-typical themes, mentions of violence & wounds, some reconning of mando s3, flirting, (f) masturbation and lewd daydreams

You never thought you’d want to go outside the city walls, but you find a trip into wasteland isn’t quite so scary the second time.

If you thought you understood busy in this new world - you were wrong.

The last few days had been a blur - setting aside rations, helping pack up supplies. Getting things ready for a long trip, trying to anticipate anything that would be needed.

The settlement just to the east had finally reached out for help, using the last of their caps to pay off the Gunners. Who had promptly disappeared, leaving room for the Raiders to descend like vultures.

The locals had kept them at bay for now, but it was only a matter of time until they grouped in larger numbers, and wiped out their food and supplies.

There had been hours of discussion, something you had not been privy to, but you'd soaked up details from all your running around.

That Boba had agreed to help them, in exchange for absorbing some of their assets into Mos Espa.

The settlement was rich with farmland, pockets of rich earth where the radiation was not as strong. Much better suited than the fields of sand that the Palace looked over.

To not have to travel and trade for crates of mutfruit and tatos would benefit many. And so, you helped prepare.

You had volunteered, even, to help with getting the settlement fixed up. You'd gotten good at that lately - at fixing things.

Carefully watching Din tinker, enough to where he'd been asking you questions more often than not. Armed with your books from the Vault and your Pip-Boy, there were all kinds of schematics to pull up and adjust.

And - and this was something you kept to yourself - the thought of being left alone in the city for a few weeks seemed too much to bear. You'd gotten too used to seeing your few friends, afraid you'd want to stay in your room without them.

That it would feel like being in the Vault, again. Just left to wait.

Funny that being left in a bustling city would make you feel so alone, but for some reason - it did.

Even funnier was the thought of you wanting to leave the city for the Wasteland - something that would have seemed absolutely impossible, all those weeks ago.

And so, you packed your own things. The tools and some clothes, and one of your books. An old quilt, something you had traded for - a prized possession.

Figuring if they didn't allow you to come with, you'd hang back - sneak in with some of the group in the back.

Something you had been right to anticipate - a shadow passing over you, so much like that first meeting. As you had sat on the bottom set at the base of the Palace, adjusting the leather bag, the pouches at your waist.

Boba - always seeming to find you. Thick arms crossed over his chest as his boot tapped against yours, grabbing your attention, "And what do you think you're doing?"

You hand shielded your eyes against the sun as you peered up at him, "Just doing a last check for this afternoon."

"You should stay here with Djarin." His voice was flat, one that he uses in the Palace.

Leaving little room for dispute.

Din - who was also not happy at being left behind.

You hadn't understood the meaning when Boba had told him "it would be good practice for you to look out for Mos Espa", but you had caught the crinkle of amusement around his eyes.

"I want to go. To help." You had insisted, anways. "I've been training with Din for weeks now. I can handle myself."

Unable to help but smiling, "Besides, you'll be there, right? I'll be safe with you."

There had been something in his eyes when you said that. You had meant it light-heartedly, an attempt to ease his worries. A call back to the beginning, how you had clung to his shadow.

It was true - it was something that you trusted. That whereever he went, you wanted to go, too.

Sharp words had cut into your thoughts, "I'll be too busy to keep an eye out for you, sen’ika."

Old you might have backed off. Old you might have just agreed - but taking the first offer isn't something you did anymore.

In the Wasteland, that led to you getting dicked over by traders, those looking to make as many caps as you can.

You had pushed yourself up, the bag slinging over your shoulder. His eyes followed you, that mark still carved between his eyebrows.

"If Din isn't going, you'll need another set of hands that can fix things." You pointed out.

His head had tilted, "I can fix things just fine."

Your lips quirked then, catching him.

"Even if you're too busy?"

It's had been a stalemate, a low creak of his gloves as his fingers curled into fists.

Reluctantly, he agreed.

Not so much in words - still frowning as his gaze had swept across your face, and then down to your bag. Before he gave a curt nod, and you were off and following behind him again.

Joining the group of now five, heading off into the Wasteland. Fennec shooting you a smirk when you pulled up next to her side.

Knowing you’d try to come, not bothering to dissuade you. Knowing that in this traveling party, you’d be fine.

In the rear of your group had been more muscle, two more newcomers to Mos Espa. Returning with Boba some weeks ago, soon after you first arrived.

Rescued from the Combat Zone. An arena of dread, of fighting to the death for caps. Working towards a freedom that was always just out of grasp.

Though you’re not sure if that term recused is accurate. Liberated might be more accurate.

From your quiet eavesdropping while shadowing Fennec, they seemed loyal enough. Given it willingly to the man who had broken those heavy doors down, had rid the room of the Raiders and filth boxing them in.

Bringing three survivors back with him, when it was all over.

Another Ghoul - tall and proud. Charon, with thatch of red hair that matched the visible muscles and tendons at his cheeks. Dressed in dark leathers and who spoke in a rasping growl when he must.

Standing even taller was Black Krrsantan, covered head-to-toe with black fur. It was hard to resist peeking at him in the Palace - you had never met a Wookie before - but the angry scar across his eye and the growling dialect in a language you didn’t quite understand had you nervous to get caught.

The third gladiator had stayed in Mos Espa. A red-haired women you hadn’t officially met - complaining for a moment about missing the fun before moving on. Already forgetting her disappointment, by the time she reached the bar.

That had been over a week ago. After almost a full afternoon of walking to get to the settlement. Less than 15 miles - another thing that had thrown you off about this new world.

No more gas-powered vehicles. Almost everyone travelled on foot - going a little bit slower that that, even, with Boba's power armor.

Something that was needed, if the Gunners or Raiders decided to stop by again.

The trip would have taken 30 minutes, in your old life. Now, it took 6 hours to reach Pika Oasis.

Another name you hadn't remembered from before. Another place that had changed and become its own, in the last 200 years.

A name that you felt was a little exaggerated, when you had finally arrived. Not an oasis, not at all. Barely 20 people, in a place that might be considered a village at best.

It grew on you, though. After the sprawling Mos Espa, the open landscape of Pika Oasis feels like a breath of fresh air. Spanning no more than a mile or two, from end-to-end.

A single, wide dirt road running through it, a splitting off here and there and leading to a nest of houses. Everything building out from an old main street - the remaining storefront set up to sell the local produce and necessities. An old, chrome diner bumping up against it.

If you followed the path out of town, the northern edge met a natural border against a river, emptying out into a lake.

The water was clean there, for the most part.

Generators purifying it further. A tidy field of mutfruit trees tucked off to the side. A much larger field of tatos and carrots that took up an acre of the town, each.

It reminded you of the Farmhouse, on your first week. The thriving farm it had been in your old life. Good people just trying to survive.

And you adapt to the days spent there, just like you had in Mos Espa. Welcoming the change of pace from the busy city.

Enjoying that the help you gave actually made a tangible difference. Seeing the green sprouts poke up the days following your afternoon in one of the tilled fields.

Homes patched up and walls repaired. People feeling safer, with door that shut and floors that are sturdy.

And at night - you're stuffed like sardines among the few structurally-sound houses. Sharing the space with the families that already live there. Bed rolls tucked wherever you could - in a kitchen, or if you were lucky - on a couch.

Splitting watches that run from morning to evening, keeping an eye on the edges of town that are unprotected by the river or the long chain-link fence that follows the far field. Shared with either members of the town, or with those you travelled with.

Morning were spent stopping by the cantina, trading a few caps for a warm meal. Deeply discounted - with how much you're all doing to help - but you always try to give a little extra from what you have saved up. It's your second-favorite part of the day.

Your first-favorite is the evenings.

When the sun dips below the range of hills, when it gets too dark to work. When everyone meets up again, grouping in small pockets, huddling around fires. The warmth from the day turning into a chill that reminds you of autumn, though you aren't even sure what month it is, anymore.

Sharing both food and stories. News from across the Wasteland, whispers traded from travelers passing by.

Descriptions of things seen that feel unbelievable. Some sort of armored crustacean - two stories tall and spitting deadly acid. Mutated bears with razor sharp claws.

And sometimes - in the evening light of the fire, you have your own stories to tell.

Not from before. You don't have the heart to voice those. Preferring to keep the wrapped closed, tucked away in your chest.

But you have the ones that brought you comfort. The ones you know by heart.

Curious eyes peeking over your shoulder as you read one night. Unable to read the words themselves, so the few children had asked. Enamored by the embossed gilded cover, the carefully and colorfully illustrated frontispiece.

Fingers running over the letters and hands pressing into your shoulders to get a better look. A little girl seating herself in your lap with the confidence that only a child has, waiting expectantly for you to share.

And so, you do.

With a wavery voice that slowly but surely grows strong.

Spending more time explaining things than actually reading. Drawing crude outlines in the dust of pumpkins, castles, dragons. Weaving stories of love and revenge and heartbreak, and soon - they aren't the only ones.

There's more faces around the fire. Ones you've been working with, during the day. Your cheek burning as the kids insist on voices - which you do your best on. Deepening your voice for the handsome knight, small squeaks for the mice that come to help the maiden.

A small moment of peace and solace, after a long and hard day.

It’s the beginning of a slow routine. The children gathering around for the next fairy tale as you crack the long volume open. Carefully shooed away by grateful parents as the story winds down.

Night after night, until your spot becomes a fixture.

But he lingers, tonight. With dark, watching eyes as you laughed and smiled - still feeling a bit foolish under his gaze.

Waiting until you're alone until he comes to slip into the rickety chair next to where you sit. Sun-bleached wood with uneven legs. Your head tips up and you smile, as he tilts forward - elbows resting on armored knees.

"It's good of you to do this." Boba tells you, as you shift.

Uncurling your legs to stretch them out on the stone, your back resting against a crate. Preening from his compliment, as you shrug, "It's nothing. It's fun to see them so excited."

"Did you bring that with you from Mos Espa?"

"I did." You tell him, your nose wrinkling with embarrassment, as you rest the book on your thighs, "I couldn't resist bringing it. Especially to somewhere new."

He doesn't say anything, his thumb rubbing thoughtfully over his lip as he hums in acknowledgment. Your eyes drop down to watch the small sweep, before they dart away.

"I'm sure it sounds silly, but these stories are comforting." The flicker of the fire draws your gaze, as you turn to face it. Drawn back into remembering, "My mother used to read similar ones to me when I was younger."

You smile then, a burning ache in your chest, a half-laugh.

"I used to get so sucked in. She'd wind up so upset with me because she'd be talking, and I wouldn't even be listening." The memories of then meld with the ones you have now. A fuzzy figure with hands on her hips. Lying still in her sleep, years of waiting ahead.

Your voice softens, "I was already gone, and in whatever world I was reading about. Used to want a life like that so badly. Like in the stories."

His smile is small, thoughtful. No more than a curve of lips beneath softened eyes. The expression is tender, one you're not used to seeing. One that sends your stomach into somersaults. Your breath catches as he leans closer.

"So, you wanted to be a princess?" He husks, that small smile growing wider as your head snaps back.

"Oh, nothing like that. I’m not-" Your hands come to cover your face, shielding yourself with them as you lean against his chair.

He interrupts you with a soft rumble of his laugh, thick fingers finding your own, and then peeling them back. His hand is so much bigger than your own as he grasps it, for just a second.

“Mmm. Aren’t you?” Boba asks, as his fingers linger - so close to you face.

You don’t have an answer. Well maybe you do - but it catches in your chest, where your heart seems to flutter. A flex of your fingertips where they press down into his skin.

He’s close from the way he curls down towards you - a twist of broad shoulders dipping towards his spread thighs. You face still tipped up, unable to look away.

That moment hovers for just a second, before he's letting go. Hands folding in his lap, but you can still feel the warmth. Lingering, like the way your eyes still are.

A question in his - a moment, before he asks it.

"Are you on watch tonight?"

That tension persists, as your head still rests against the edge of the chair. The light from the fire warms his eyes, and for a moment, you forget what he asked you.

There's the quirk of his lips and a small tilt of his head. A stretch of his legs bumps his thigh against your shoulder, as you blink.

"Uhm, no." You manage. "Not until tomorrow. I was on the morning shift today with Charon.”

Up long before the crack of dawn - the sky still a worn, weathered grey. Time passing quickly even with a near-silent companion - still running through the rest of your duties when you had finished.

"Ah," Boba's eyes flick up to the dimming sun - dipping over the hills. Sounding almost disappointed, as he estimates the time, "You should get some sleep then."

You fight off a yawn at the mention of rest.

Aware again of the bone-tiredness that these full days of work had brought. Not thinking as you use his leg as a support to haul yourself up, until you feel the muscles flexing beneath your fingers - his hand resting on the small of your back to steady you.

"Thank you," Your smile is shy, "I will."

Starting to head back to the old house where your bedroll is - before you're turning. Seeing how his eyes still linger, as he watches you.

"Are you on watch then, too?" You ask. Wondering, hoping that maybe, you might see him.

He regards you for a moment, as if he wishes his answer was different, "No, just tonight. Need to check the full perimeter, there's a spot I've been keeping my eye on."

You wilt a little at that - before wishing him luck.

"Be careful out there."

One that he returns with a smile - a white flash of teeth in the dark.

"Always am, Princess."

Your cheeks burn with the nickname, as you set off towards your room again.

Unable the fight back your smile, once you’re alone.

———

Sleep doesn’t come so easily tonight.

Even with the long morning and longer day, you find yourself tossing and turning.

Moments flick like pictures in your mind. Eyes closed as memories of Mos Espa morph into just memories of him.

That day when Boba first found you.

The Power Armor, when he had stepped from it.

The way he sits on the throne, thighs spread wide.

Eventually idling, on the conversation you just had. On his smile, the way he called you Princess, with that pretty accent of his.

More than aware of how your heart kicks up a beat at just the memory. A twist in your belly that drifts lower, pooling between your thighs.

The name repeating in your mind, the look in his eyes as he had said it. Your hand drifts unconsciously to the place where you throb, the press of the heel of your hand against your clit.

Your hips flex into the touch. A quick glance around to make sure you’re still alone, before your fingers dip beneath.

Muffling a whimper when you slip between your folds, finding yourself already so wet. Dragging it up to circle the sensitive bud, over and over.

There had been no real time for this since you’ve arrived, and now the images from before turn filthy in your aching desperation. Unable to deny the desire any longer.

Kneeling between his thighs on the dias, your mouth open and waiting.

Grinding yourself against the thigh of his Power Armor. His praise low and modulated through the helmet.

The way he filled your doorway that night, wishing that he had just come right back and filled you instead.

Your teeth grit, as you whine. Turning on your side to press your face against the pillow. So worked up, so deprived that your release hits you more quickly than ever before.

Stealing your breath as you tremble, a soft gasp breaking free into the night. Eyes sliding shut as the pleasure pulses, fingers pressing and circling greedily until it becomes too much.

This time - your brain is clear, as you settle down into your bedroll. Those images softening, turning into dreams instead.

Sleep comes quickly, then.

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[cielcreations]

Perfect Life (Garnet's POV)

Trigger Warning: Gore, blood, manipulation. This one leans more into manipulation with a little gore and blood. If you are sensitive to these topics, please do not read.

Note: This is based off @rainbow-neko-artblog's FNF AU called FNF V-Mix. It's an AU with lots of manipulation, blood, and gore, soooooo yeah.

Also, Boyfriend's name is Aqua, Girlfriend's name is Cherry!

Also, also, Canon X OC my beloved. ...Pico my beloved-

Enjoy!

"I like you... Like, a lot. You've not only protected and helped me, but you taught me how to protect myself. That's something I can never repay you for. You helping me find my strength."

The other was silent for a moment, eyes widening as he stared.

"I... I think I love you..."

"I..." He looked away.

"...It's cool if you don't feel the same way! We can just stay friends! Forget I said anything, haha-"

The other grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his chest, hugging him tightly, protectively, "No."

"...Huh?"

"No, we're not just staying as friends. No, I'm not going to forget this. I... can't loose you."

"...What are you saying?"

"Come on, gem, I ain't good at this touchy feely shit. I like you too!"

"You... You do? Really?"

"'Course, dumbass!" The other gently pushed the other back, holding his hips, smiling down at him, "I think I... love you too."

The man smiled before leaning forward, kissing him. The other kissed back, pulling so their bodies were flushed against each other. The man wrapped his arms around the other's neck as the kiss deepened, both excited and happy. When they pulled back, they smiled at one another.

"I wanna stay by your side. Forever." The man said.

"I'll protect you from everything. I'll take care of you." The other promised.

***

"Picooooooo~" The man laughed as the redhead helped him put on a second necklace, "Don't you think I have enough?"

"Of course not!" Pico kissed his cheek, "You're my gem, Garnet, and gems are always surrounded by gold, silver, that expensive shit. So, if you don't mind-" He teased, grabbing a bracelet and putting it on him as well, "-I will continue to deck you out!"

Garnet giggled, letting the other put some rings on his fingers, "So, what're we doing today?"

"Well, Aqua and Cherry want to go to a park to soak in the sun. But I don't know, what do you wanna do, hun?"

"We should go! Oh, it would be so nice if you and Aqua could sing together!" Garnet exclaimed excitedly, "I haven't heard you sing in so long!"

Pico smiled, picking him up, "Alright, I'll sing for you."

Garnet smiled brightly as he wrapped his arms around the redhead's shoulders, Pico holding him tightly. He carried Garnet out of their apartment, almost skipping to the park as he held the man, Garnet constantly kissing his cheek and lips. Pico smiled and happily returned the kisses. They got to the park and stood in front of the beautiful marble fountain full of beautifully clear water, Pico setting the other down on the edge. Pico sat beside him, holding his hand as they waited for Aqua and Cherry.

"Ah, there they are!"

The two looked up, seeing Aqua pushing Cherry on a speaker, coming towards them. 

Aqua stopped the speaker, smiling at the two, "Hey guys! I didn't expect you to be here! When I invited Pico, I thought he wouldn't show and instead want to take you to lunch or something, G!"

Garnet smiled brightly, "Well, I wanted to hear you and Pico sing!"

Cherry gasped and nodded, "Yes! That'd be awesome! You got this Aqua, let me hear you sing!"

"I'm rooting for you, Pico!" Garnet swung his legs, giggling.

Pico kissed Garnet's hand, cheek, nose, and then his lips, Aqua doing the same to Cherry. Once they pulled away from their partners, Aqua threw Pico a microphone, the redhead spinning it around in his hand. They stood in front of one another, Cherry turning the yellow speaker on. A beat began to play, the two singing with one another. Aqua would occasionally wink at Cherry, the woman giggling and blushing at it. Pico would make finger guns and "shoot" Garnet, winking occasionally, causing the man to blush and shyly look away.

The first song ended, Cherry and Garnet clapping for their partners.

"That was amazing! Oh, I love spending time with my boyfriend and best friends!" Cherry giggled.

"Baby girl, you know I'd sing for you any day of the week! Just ask!" Aqua blew her a kiss.

Pico looked at Garnet with a smile, kneeling in front of him, taking his hand and kissing it, "How was that?"

"Amazing, my love." Garnet cooed, "Can I have another?"

"Of course." Another kiss to his lips before Pico turned, "Come on, Aqua, let's go again!"

"You got it!"

The second beat began to play as the two singers began once more. Garnet smiled, closing his eyes, getting lost in the music. Suddenly, however, he was picked up. His eyes shot open, wondering why Pico grabbed him with such urgency. However, as he opened his eyes, he realized it wasn't Pico who picked him up.

"What the-?! Darnell?! Hey, hey, Darnell!" Garnet struggled in his grasp before noticing the other had headphones on.

He groaned and looked, seeing Pico running behind them, aiming his bow at them. Pico's hands shook, lowering it with a concerned look. He would never put me in danger. Garnet thought. Darnell ducked behind an alleyway and, before Garnet could ask what was going on, the other knocked him out.

***

Garnet groaned as he woke up, head hurting. He noticed he was tied to a chair with pink ribbon, confused. Oh, maybe this was some prank and he's suppose to be a present for Pico! That would be funny!

"Garnet."

He looked up and smiled, "Darnell, Nene, it's so good to see you!"

"Wish we could say the same." Nene responded, pointing a... flower at him.

"What do you mean?" Garnet asked, confused, "I'm so happy and living a perfectly amazing life! OH! You guys must want to live a perfect life too! I know, just-"

"Garnet, we brought you here because the virus doesn't have as strong as a hold on you as it does Aqua, Cherry, and Pico!" Darnell explained.

"...Virus? What're you talking about? Pico and I are living a perfect life!"

"Perfect life, huh? Is that why you're wearing pink? A color that makes you dysphoric?"

"I'll have you know my tastes have just changed! You would understand if you joined me-"

"No, that's not true-"

"It is, it's okay guys, we can all live a perfect, happy life together-"

"If your life is so perfect, why are your legs broke, and rotting?" Nene asked, voice cold.

Garnet blinked, confused, "...My legs are fine. My perfect life just involves being taken care of, protected! And Pico does that by carrying me everywhere!"

"Then can you stand and walk yourself?"

"Of course!"

"Then do it!"

"Okay, I will!"

Nene stepped forward with... scissors, now.

"Nene-" Darnell grabbed her shoulder.

"It's okay, D. Sometimes, you just need reality slapped in your face." Nene reassured.

"Yeah, you both do!" Garnet argued, "Once I stand up, I'm giving you both the biggest hugs! It's been so long and I've missed you both!"

Nene ignored him, cutting the pink ribbon off of him before stepping back to Darnell. She waved her hand, as if to say 'get on with it'. Garnet smirked smugly and...

He blinked.

"Well?"

Garnet looked at his legs. He was able to swing them.

"Stand up, Garnet." Nene said.

"I... I'm trying." The man swung his legs, then tried to stand, but his legs just... wouldn't do it, "Why...? Why isn't it working?!"

"You can't stand cause they're broken and rotting, G." Darnell explained, almost painfully.

Garnet felt his world crash down on him as everything went from bright, beautiful, pink and yellows and neons to the dark and gloomy reality. The pink ribbon he thought was holding him? It was rope. The flower and scissors he thought Nene was holding? It was a knife, she always had a couple on her. The jewelry Pico always decorated him with? While some of it was jewelry (all stained with blood), most of it was bones, fingers, teeth, even some eyeballs.

And his legs?

From the knees down they were broken in multiple places, a couple bullet holes in them, pink blood oozing from the wounds, a sign he was infected. Infected with what?

"Valentine Virus, or the V-Virus." Nene explained, "Makes you think you're living your perfect life when in reality..."

Garnet stared at his legs, taking shaky breaths, the bullet wounds beginning to rot his legs, "M-My l-legs..."

"Shh, it's okay!" Darnell reassured.

Garnet remembered Pico one time poking him with a pencil on accident, was he actually shot? Why didn't he feel any pain, why didn't he notice?!

"M-My legs!" He began to hyperventilate, Darnell holding his shoulders and Garnet holding onto his arms, "W-What happened?! W-What happened?! W-What the fuck happened to my legs?!" He sobbed as Darnell and Nene tried to comfort him, "M-My legs..."

"I-It's okay, it'll be okay!" Nene reassured, "Listen, we just gotta... We can figure something out! Darnell can carry you and-"

"N-No, I-I'm infected!" Garnet argued, "I-If I give you even the slightest bit of affection, yo-you'll be infected too! J-Just leave me!"

"Like hell we are!" Darnell hissed, "We're saving you, just like we're gonna save Pico!"

"P-Pico? O-Oh my god, P-Pico!" He pushed at the two, "You need to run! If he finds you, he'll-"

Suddenly, the door was kicked down, the three turning. Pico stood at the door, a massive hole in the side of his head from trying to escape infection by shooting himself. He also had small cuts around his arms and legs, probably from people fighting to get away. Aqua was behind him, also covered in small cuts, bullet holes in his legs, one even having a chunk missing. Both had blood running from their nose, mouth, and eyes, pink blood staining them everywhere.

"Garnet, my gem!" Pico smiled brightly, holding his gun in his hand, "There you are!"

"R-Run..." Garnet whispered to Darnell and Nene.

"Pico, let's calm down!" Darnell put his hand up, "Put the gun down-"

"Gun? Oh, my bow? Don't worry!" He lifted it, "These arrows are packed to the brim with love! Here, let me help you live your perfect life!"

"Me too!" Aqua took out a microphone.

"Cover your ears!" Nene screamed as she and Darnell ran, ears covered.

Pico shot towards them, missing them and almost hitting Garnet. Aqua ran after them as Pico walked to Garnet. He kissed his forehead, smiling.

"I'll be back in a second." He cooed, running after Aqua.

I-I gotta get out! Garnet fell off the chair, using his arms to crawl away, I-I gotta get out of here! He heard Aqua trying to sing, he heard gunshots, he heard screaming and cursing, but he didn't care, continuing to crawl away.

"Ah man, we weren't able to help Nene and Darnell!"

"We can help 'em later, Aqua! Now, where- Garnet?!"

The man bit his bottom lip, trying not to breathe too loud as he continued to crawl into another room.

"There you are~!" Pico cooed, sickeningly sweet, making Garnet stop. He knelt down beside him, the barrel of his gun pointing at his face, making the man grow stiff, "Silly, what're you doing on the floor?"

"P-Pico, please-"

Pico helped the other sit up, sitting in front of him, covered in pink blood, "What's wrong, honey?"

"M-My legs! P-Pico, my legs!" Tears formed in Garnet's eyes, "A-And you! Y-You're covered in blood and- and-!"

Pico cooed, cupping his cheeks, "Everything is fine, baby. Everything is perfect-"

"N-No! No, no, it's not!" Garnet sobbed, "L-Looks at my legs, Pico! I-"

"Here, let me kiss it better."

The redhead smiled softly and kissed his legs and, for a second, everything was bright and colorful and perfect again. There was no blood, no broken bones, nothing rotting, his legs were fine and just covered in jewelry.

But Garnet knew better and he shook his head, reality sinking in again, "Pico, we're hurt, we're infected, nothing is okay, we could die-"

Pico frowned, Garnet going stiff. The redhead sighed and kissed Garnet's cheek.

"Baby, did I ever tell you what my perfect life was?"

The man shook his head, scared.

"It's simple, really." The redhead cupped his cheek, "My perfect life is being the lucky man by your side, making you happy."

Garnet blushed.

"And you want to be taken care of, you want to be protected, and who better than me? Your boyfriend?" He then kissed the bloody ring on one of Garnet's hands, "Maybe even fiancé, if you'd like?"

"Pico..."

"So, I need you to do me a favor and listen to me."

"But-"

"Everything is fine."

"I-"

"Everything is perfect!"

"Pico-"

"Everyone wants to have a perfect life and we have one!"

"N-No, that-"

"Maybe a nap will help you feel better?"

Before Garnet could question him, Pico knocked him out.

***

Garnet woke up, confused, his head hurting. He couldn't remember much, he remembered him and Pico were going to meet Aqua and Cherry... Did that happen?

"My gem!" Pico exclaimed, sitting beside him, "Are you okay?"

"Pico...?" Garnet questioned.

"You had a very bad nightmare." Pico cupped his cheek, "Kicked me out of bed, literally, and you were crying in your sleep."

"...I was...?"

"Maybe you have a fever?" Pico put his hand to Garnet's forehead, "How you feeling?"

The man blinked.

Then, he smiled.

He leaned into Pico's hand as he sat up, "Absolutely perfect!" He wrapped his arms around Pico's neck, smiling, "I want to go to the movies! You'll take me, right?"

Pico smiled and put his arms under Garnet's legs, "Of course, my gem. Anything you want."

[xmedicus]

Tag Dump - Verses

[jaeminscoffee]

Knee highs and short skirts | N. Jm

Pairing- Na Jaemin x reader

Genre- Smut, fluff, college!au

Word count- 3.82k

Warning(s)- nsfw, softdom!Jaemin, pretty pwp, corruption kink, slight voyeurism? (they make out in public) possessiveness, dacryphilia (getting aroused by one crying or sobbing), fingering (for prep), unprotected sex (play it safe y'all this is a fiction), slightly inexperienced?reader, unintentional overstimulation (unintentional LMAOO), pretty filthy i say. Lyra back at it with smuts lol

Synopsis- It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on, but here we are.

Type- requested!

@kpopscape​

It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on. 

Watching you as you entered the campus had always been a sort of daily serotonin boost for Jaemin. More like, watching you smile and wave at every passing acquaintance regardless of the fact whether you spoke with them or not was a serotonin boost for Jaemin. You were extremely intriguing. 

You're a jolly person, an extreme extrovert, shy at first glance of course but nevertheless outgoing, you'd had little to no problem at all at making friends. Your close ones called you the human magnet and most would agree to it. Could you help it? Company is always better than being alone (unless preferred to be alone).

The first time Jaemin saw you was when you came into the campus first bumping into not his, but a very pissed Jeno's back in a very cliché way which resulted in him accidentally pour out his anger on you, which led to Jaemin having to find you later in the day to apologize on Jeno's behalf. That experience had a very interesting impression on the two lads, well, a not too positive impression on Jeno but the opposite for Jaemin. 

The next time Jaemin saw you was in his philosophy class, and god bless you and your perfect complexion complimenting all your curves and edges and oh of course, that cute black and white knee high socks that you wore with a skirt a little too short for him to stay sane and a sweatshirt loose enough to give you adorable sweater paws. That's when wanting to see you on a daily basis became Jaemin's sole reason to attend college. 

The next time was weeks into talking to each other, getting comfortable to a point where you went over to each other's house, exchanged numbers, went on small platonic dates and where your friendship started to turn into a touchy one, and you absolutely loved it. Well, Jaemin loved it more than you. Watching your face flush when he'd place his hands comfortably a little too close to there on your thigh had him feel sorts of emotions he's never felt. How your eyes would widen each time he'd place playfull kisses on your cheeks, or when he pulled you onto his lap to cuddle up closer when watching a movie or two, Jaemin lived for your reaction. 

Weeks after that was at a small dinner send off party of sort by one of your friends for the senior batch, where seeing you in a white body fitting turtleneck full sleeve with a grey skirt consisting of blue hue with a plain white knee high sock had him crave you more than before. When the occasional touches and kisses turned into a form of self destruction for Jaemin and those longing touches turned into a want to take it up a notch. 

And maybe it's the fact that Jaemin genuinely seemed intriguing to you, or the slight intoxicity you felt after a glass of not that strong of drink went down your throat, making you want to comply with everything Jaemin wanted. The expression he wore of pure bliss and satisfaction had you feeling proud of yourself. Like you're doing the right thing, like standing in a hallway beside your classmates bedroom with his hands around your waist in a vise grip, face inches away from colliding into a passionate kiss where anyone could bump into you two was a right thing to do. Like not caring about the all 'good mean no bad' girl image you'd formed to fade away in front of your classmates and probably next the entire campus was the right thing to do. 

The next time, well, this moment right now when you went over with him to his studio apartment hand in hand after evening lectures, it had been nearly impossible for Jaemin to keep his hands to himself. How your lips pucker into a pout complaining about all the workload you have, how you jump up in excitement at the sudden strike of another topic you want to discuss with him, or how you seemed so dreamy in general and all Jaemin could do was stare at you with an expression of pure admiration, desire and want to change the whole innocent image you held. 

"so Mr. Li asked him to-ah!" and all he could do was pull you onto his lap with his hand on your hip to hold you up in place and unintentionally cut your sweet voice's narration short, but he wanted to hear you more, "I'm listening, doll. Keep going"  he cooed at your flushed expression at the sudden proximity, pulling you closer to connect you two by the hip, tapping at your now exposed thighs as your skirt had ridden up at the shift in position to urge you to step out of your daze and continue speaking. 

"What.-what are you doing, Jaem?" you ask, resting your hands on his chest as you push yourself a little back to create some space, clearly astonished at the sudden spark of something at the area between your sock clad legs, only to be pulled back closer towards him once again. 

"Something I've wanted to do for a long time, keep going, baby, I'll just be doing my thing" and so you let your hand rest on his chest while continuing your story as he looked intently at you.

Being in such proximity with Jaemin had never been a new thing, it's how no matter how many times you'd see him up close you'd still can't look him straight in the eyes for more than a few seconds because of how strong his gaze is that would have you flustered. Ever since the said party, your first proper kiss and Jaemin's first step to calling you his, you wanted to stick around him and just him. You felt like yourself around him and he made you feel so loved that you were willing to let him do anything just to have him around. 

In Jaemin's case, it was that he'd not move forward with his plans if he'd noticed the slightest of discomfort in any of your actions, fearing that you'd leave him once and for all before he could even call you his. And so in that way, you two did what pleased the others the best. 

Smiling at how you slowly got comfortable with his warmth, he leaned forward, slightly startling you but you nevertheless continued speaking, "Show his homework to him, b-but he couldn't because the only co-opy he had.." you squeal in a breath as you feel his breath fan your exposed neck, courtesy of wearing a slightly deep V-neck to college and of course to the hangout that day, "Had..?" 

Jaemin rasped in a voice a little too low to what you're used to hearing, dangerously low that you felt yourself squirming under his grip, which elicits a groan from the male. Not knowing the weightage of your action, you accidentally end up doing it again as his plush lips come in contact with the sensitive skin. "H-had was.. mine-" 

"Mine, a pretty word, right doll?" The feeling of his lip moving against your skin was ticklish to describe the best, but good, good enough to have keeping your legs closed uncomfortable from the sudden pool of arousal that bedded itself in your foolishly white panties. "Yes..?" you answer with a shaky voice, moving once again to get rid of the said uncomfortable feeling which resulted in Jaemin throwing his head back to rest on the head rest of the couch, his perfect eyebrows furrowed into a frown, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. 

"Darling, if you keep moving like this, i won't be able to stop myself from doing what all I've imagined doing to you," he spoke with the same low voice of his, which had you unintentionally moving regardless of the empty warning that lingered in the air. That's when you notice the visible switch in the way Jaemin looked at you.  Determined to carry this forward and put an end to the friends title to develop into a whole new one.

"What you've imagined doing to me? W-wha-?" you let the question linger, not really expecting an answer when he looked at you with a smirk on his perfect lips. He let one of his hands off from your side to comb through your perfectly set hair while the other wrapped around your torso to keep you upright. 

"Should i tell you what I've imagined?" Surely fueled by desire, Jaemin still counted on your consent, basic etiquette and he wouldn't let it go down the drain just because of his lust. The silent look of curiosity gave it away that you really wanted to walk through the dream boys imagination, so you nod your head. "Words, darling. I need words"

Looking at him patiently waiting for your verbal confirmation, you swallow down the nervousness before looking him straight in the eyes with your own widened ones, "Y-yes."

"Hm, well, I imagined having you close to me, just like this, all responsive to everything I do."

"Then I imagined feeling that soft lips of yours once again, the one that I remember so vaguely. Will you let me taste it once again?" He asked, leaning in closer than what your bodies would allow, nevertheless feeling ecstatic at the effect he has on you. "Hm?" you could obviously not say no to the expression he wore, filled with excitement and expectations, happiness, desire and maybe.. love? 

Instead of answering, you lean forward, closing off the small distance that kept your bodies from colliding, pressing your lips onto his with least force. The type of kiss got both of you feeling hot, bubbly as you feel Jaemin smile against your lips. 

The kiss was a mix of aggression and passion, slow and fast, lust and innocent emotions, one strong enough to deliver all sorts of emotions and of course, sloppy out of desperation, "Still as sweet as ever," he speaks against your lips, beaming down at you with the same smile as you refuse to meet his gaze at the sudden shyness that overtook your desire. 

Jaemin's hands slip up the open clothing to grip your thigh raw, the feeling of his cold fingers making you shift position again, looking down and cowering behind your palms as you shield your heated face from the lad, "What's wrong doll?" he moves his thumb up and down, massaging the skin he had his grip on, "Talk to me, princess, do you want me to stop?" 

"No!.. I mean, n-no, it's just.. I've never done this before, ever" As though your usual behavior never gave it away that you're too innocent for anyone existing in the world, you confirm Jaemin's suspicion all the more, to which his smile only just widened, the burning desire to change the status if innocence way too strong for him to contain himself now, "I know, darling, I'll go slow, alright?"

At your nod of confirmation, he wastes no time to lift your shirt out of it's confinement inside your skirt and over your head to reveal a not so appealing bra, yet, Jaemin thought you looked absolutely exquisite in it. Just a plain white lace bra, a cherry on top to the innocent image you held that he oh so much wanted to destroy, "W-wait! Can.. C-can this..-nevermind," you sigh, not wanting to disappoint the boy in front of you at your insecurity, "Can what, baby?" you shake your head, "Tell me, love"

"Can..can the bra stay on.. Just this once..?" you ask in a soft voice as Jaemin notices your tiny gestures of an attempt to cover yourself a little, feeling a little too hot, "Do you want it to stay on?" he asks in a voice all too understanding, no signs on the disappointment you were worried about, you nod, "Then it stays on" he smiles before placing a chaste kiss at the valley of your chest and swiftly shifts you on his lap in a way that your back rest flat on his chest, a hand secured on your waist to hold you as close as possible.

You feel a sort of warmth spread through your body at Jaemin's understanding and non persistent behavior towards your request as you allow yourself to relax and go limp on his body, "Do you know how many times i've imagined this? You on my lap.." he moves his legs to break your legs apart, using his knees to spread them and hold them open, "All pretty and for me to touch," He attaches his lips to your neck once again with a better access this time as he lets his hands wander up and down your legs, the hand that held your waist moving down to bunch up your skirt and pull it up to reveal to leaking mess you'd become which made Jaemin twitch and you shy. 

"All wet for me, and for me only" you whimper at his shameless words as his wandering hands move closer to your heat, cupping it as he felt up the wetness he'd caused to form there, a throaty groan escaping him while doing so as you feel yourself jump at the friction you got for a second at the place you needed it the most. The thought of someone other than you touching your sex causing your insides to twist, in the best way possible of course. 

Jaemin resumed to feel up and down your wetness from over the fabric while still keeping his lips attached to your neck, just to make sure you were wet enough to take him, or better, his fingers. 

"J-Jaemin..," 

You let out a loud moan feeling his fingers directly over your clit once he pushed you drenched panty aside, coating his fingers with your arousal before easing one slender digit in, causing your back to arch.

Way too sensitive and aroused, it was obvious you wouldn't be long until your first high, and Jaemin knew that all too well as he felt your tight walls clench over one little finger when he started pulsing it in and out of you and a steady pace, minding to not make it too much for you, though, that thought seemed highly appealing to him, but he'd rather save it for the next time.

"Does that feel good, my love? Because watching you look all angelic like this for me is what I'd imagined next" he speaks against your hair, as you try to close in your leg at the friction you're getting suddenly becoming overwhelming for you, added to that came in Jaemin's words, talks, voice laced in adoration and pure want. "Y-yes Jaem, oh god.. "

Silently moaning himself at your godly sounds, he continues penetrating you to your first ever not self made orgasm, eliciting a loud high pitched scream from your side at the very intimidating feeling at the bottom of your stomach, feeling it undo as Jaemin coaxes your first orgasm out of you,

"Just like that darling, you're doing so well, so good for me" he coos, wanting to drag your orgasm a little more, as he lowers his unoccupied hands to draw small, slow circles around your clit, making you spasm uncontrollably over him, feeling your eyes glaze over at the now painful feeling, you push his hands meekly away from your core, 

Shocked over the fact that he got you to come for him with just a finger, he added another one in, muttering silent apologies at your sudden pleas for a break to make sure your stretched out enough for that upcoming activity, "Just a little more, my strong girl, just a little more," though sorry for dragging your orgasm, he felt himself get lost at your small sobs and tiny tears falling down the side of your face which he pecked away.

Increasing the speed of his hands, he presses his thumb over your extremely sensitive bundle of nerves once again, making your arch your back in a painful angle, the crown of your head resting on his shoulder as you shake your head at him, letting him know that it was getting too much for you to handle, 

"Come for me once again, baby. We need to make sure you're prepared enough, hm? Can you do that for me?"

As if on command, you let yourself fall apart once again, a loud cry resonating through the room along with you crunching your legs up to stop the burning from the intense high, Jaemin whispering praises against your hair while running his hand up and down your forearm to soothe you. "You did so well, doll, want to stop here?" he inquired selflessly, not caring about the fact that he's extremely hard and it had taken a painful toll.

You take a second to calm your breathing as Jaemin patiently waits for your response. Making sure your breathing is normal again, you shake your head from it's position on his shoulder as he presses a kiss onto your wet cheeks, "You need to feel good too.." you speak with your eyes barely open, Jaemin smiling softly against your cheek, "Love."

You let out a sound of confusion at the random word blurted out by him as you turn your head to look at him, "Say the word 'love' if it gets too much for you, alright?" you nod, at no further actions from his side, you look at him once again, realising he's all about the verbal confirmation, "Alright.." you squeal out, "Turn around and sit facing me, doll" he hurries.

Jaemin rushes to remove his skinny jeans alongside his boxers when you lift yourself up, letting his member stand tall and free from confinement, making him feel like he can finally breathe. Slightly intrigued by the above average size, you look at him nervously which had his head turn at your innocent expression, "We'll take it slow, darling, nothing to hurt you, hm?" you nod before replying out loud. 

He gestures for you to hover yourself above his hardness once he got the panties out of the way and discarded it somewhere out on the wooden floor of his housing. "Go for it whenever you're ready" wanting to give you full control of the pace for now, he let you take your time for your first ever time. 

Chest heaving up and down in both excitement and nervousness you slowly lower yourself, knees beside his thighs, hands a vise grip on his shoulder, letting yourself engulf just a little of his member, you wince, still a little sensitive from the previous orgasms, his hardness much thicker and bigger than his fingers to just ease down quick despite how easy it'd be considering the wet mess he'd made of you, "Jaemin.. " 

Contributing from his end, he pushes his hips up to get inside you a little more, not too fast for it to be painful for you. Slowly, you let yourself ease down on him completely, sitting down onto his lap with his dick inside of you, twitching at the warmth he finally felt. Jaemin hushes your silent cry of slight pain, "You feel so good around me, doll. Such a good girl for me, " 

You take the initiative to lift yourself up just a little so that more than half of him is out and glistening from your arousal making him let out an airy moan of satisfaction, feeling your tightness, finally after only having imagined how it felt for so long.

You move up and down slowly, thighs trembling, heart pacing fast with pride at the feeling of making him feel good from all the sounds he let out, mind hazy and body covered in sweat. "oh my, Jae-Jaem-ah!" you fall limp over his body at the sudden thrust from his end, maybe from growing too impatient. 

"Should i take it from here, darling? I need to come, will you make me come, doll?" you mumble out a bunch of 'yes!' as your face falls into the nape of his neck where you nibbled at the skin like how he'd done. 

Jaemin took control once again, a sudden burst of energy sparking through his body as he set a fast pace in pistoning in and out of you, your slickness and his precum ensuring it wouldn't be painful for you, rather, it felt extremely good. "Look at my good girl taking me so well, you're making me feel so good, darling, I'm so.. Uh, I'm so close-" 

You clench around him when you feel a knot forming once again for the third time that evening when you feel his tip brush against your sweet spot, eliciting a loud gasp from you as you bite down a little too harder than intended on his hot skin while pressing the side of your face against his broad shoulders. "Jaemin.. Jaem, I'm.. Oh god"

"I know, doll, i know.. Me too, let go for me" he holds your hips in a grip tight enough to leave a light bruise or two while reaching between your bodies to find comfort on your clit again, making you let out a choked moan as Jaemin ended up being the one doing most of the work. 

You fall off the edge once again, this time harder than the previous ones as your tears slip and fall onto his shoulder, seeping into his shirt and onto the skin, making him go faster, chasing his high while dragging yours for a second or two longer. 

"Jaem, too much..it hurts-" you sob in a whiny tone which was more than enough to throw Jaemin off his edge too, rubbing fast circles on your clit while ribbons of his essence coat your walls as he lets out a loud, long groan of your name.

He stops his moment on your clit, but continues to move slowly to draw out all the arousal from his member, only stopping when he feels himself grow soft inside of you, the feeling making you clench around him weakly which makes him jolt due to the sensitivity.

Knowing it'd only make a mess to remove himself from inside you, he decides to stay in, muttering out a series of praises that he let linger in the air. 

"That.. felt good," you speak into the silence, voice hoarse and weak, worn out from all the activity as you silently thank him for making you feel so good, a sense of accomplishment spread through his chest, finally fulfilling his wish of corrupting you, and most importantly, making you his. He kisses your forehead after pushing out strands of tresses that covered it, 

"Anything for my babygirl"

[thegatesofinfinitespace]

[[okay the truth is, you approached me first. you followed me first, and then we were quiet mutuals for a /long/ time across several accounts. I had some interest in MZ and Psi since you were one of the few blogs actually willing to write an antagonistic muse and dark themes besides me, but I didn't know how to start at the time since I didn't know nearly as much about the X series ;v; we poked each other a bit for small starters and eventually started talking in the old note system (remember that?) and coming up with fun AUs to get a feel for our different muses and potential dynamics. Learned really quickly that we had a lot of the same taste in plots and interests in media-- and we traded skype info super soon after. That immediately turned into talking with you every day and actively having about 20 large and small threads at the time. How we managed that many I'll never know |D but the speed at which we connected with each other once we finally DID start talking was incredible, seriously unlike any other friendship I've ever had. I've always been really introverted and slow to come out of my shell but with you I was just... comfortable, and this is something that has only gotten stronger to this day. I cannot believe my amazing luck that we happened to live in the same state, and I am thankful every single day for it and the bad weather that helped us realize it.

So yeah I may have come for the angsty plots, dark themes, and pretty evil robots (as well as ex-heroes), but in the end I just found that I have so much fun with YOU as a person that I was happy no matter what we do. Even writing sappy fluff is something I cherish with you. Coming up with new stories and characters to use as love letters to you is one of the greatest joys in my life, and I truly and sincerely love you in this crazy special way that I've never found enough words for-- even after 6 years of being together with you, and even more as being your friend. You are amazing and my only regret is not having gotten to know you EVEN SOONER <3]]

((djhasdgfahdgsk asdf a

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This blindsided me okay?

Okay ;v; I remember staying up late talking to you, about anything and everything. Sure, we talked about our muses, but there were plenty of times we talked just... well it could have been something as mundane as the weather, and other times as complex as the backstories we created that we've come to regard as bedtime stories.

That... not to be like overly sappy on main, but I don't think I've ever been able to talk to someone from 7 pm to 5am before, especially about things I'm interested in. Or, that I've been so invested in someone else's writing so MUCH I defend them for you whether you're talking with me or occupied with something else. I don't think I've ever known someone who's voice is so soothing that I can relax so much I can fall asleep talking about our stories. (That said, I really wish I had a tape recorder due to us talking nightly in bed because of how much GOLD we say when we're half-asleep lol.)

Is this another love letter to you? Maybe cause it's been six and a half years (seven in my opinion but that one is complicated lmao) and I still? Am about as lovestruck for you as I was before we were dating.

I jokingly said I came for Rock, but wifey I came for all of your writing. You write such good, well-thought out things, and don't get me STARTED on your art because even seven years ago I thought it was beautiful and that you were talented and inspirational and asdfasdfadfadfasdfaaaaaaaaaaa--

I could gush about you and all of your talents and how spart you are forever but TvT all of it means the same; that I love you and I want to be with you for forever and after that. Thank you for being in my life.))

[dolokhoded]

me starting to actually write this even though it still very obviously has some plot wholes

that ralbert au where race commits war crimes

i think it's really cute

so pulitzer is the big bad guy here for i'm basic reasons

has created some,, weird ass dumb ass evil empire

destroyed a couple towns

caused some battles

divided the world

y'know. stuff like that.

starting off with some spicy unfinished plot 🤩 but lbh it doesn't really matter anyways we're all just here for ralbert

anyways, race and al's families? pretty big part of that.

they're both supposed to take over their fathers' jobs when they grow up

said jobs basically being,, in charge of,,, unleashing people to raid entire towns and burn them to the ground

they grew up side by side, have always been best friends, never seen without each other

but understandably when they started growing up and understanding what was going on around them it,,,,,,, troubled them

and they dealed with it Very Differently

albert did Not like it

he was angry, and he was sad that this was what he was supposed to become and he was already never close with his family so it wasn't really hard for him to decide he didn't want anything to do with them anymore

race,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, okay look

deep inside him race knew what was going on was,,, s o wrong

but race was also from a big tight family, it was so much easier for him to just,,,,,, shut all of that out and pretend he was just doing what was better for them

it was hard for him, it was his family

still you can understand how well it went for them when albert left and race refused to go with him

they were 17 at the time

people against pulitzer's whole thing were obviously not very,,,,,,,,, well appreciated?

the moment albert ran away he was art of the defiance. he was a traitor.

but he was also still dasilva's son and they wanted them on their side, so they wouldn't seriously hurt him

doesn't mean they stopped looking for him

he shared an apartment with romeo and finch for a while, it was in a pretty lowkey neighborhood and they covered for him

and through them he met the rest of the newsies :) who actively helped in trying to help people who's homes were destroyed by pulitzer

there were people actively fighting him too but the newsies were mostly in charge of that

well, until albert and his non-existent impulse control arrived anyways

cause look,,,,, race was being trained for a reason, and eventually he took over

so when you see this ur ex-best friend who you're in love with but have a lot of repressed feelings for, both good and bad, that you decide to dump in the 'im angry' pile and just pretend you hate him and no longer care about him,,,,, fighting occurs

and there was a bit of controversy about albert joining them because "it's the dasilva boy romeo he was specifically trained to kick our asses" but that slowly turns into "yea ok he's very legit but for the love of god someone s t o p him the next time he tries to kiLL SOMEONE-"

that's a hyperbole, of course. even as rivals, albert wouldn't kill race. he barely even hurts him.

if anything, he even kind of looks out for him

he knows he's not supposed to but somehow he still can't bring himself to let race get hurt

besides let's be honest, most of their encounters are just an excuse to bitch at each other, they'd never do anything they know would seriously hurt the other

they know each other pretty well, they grew up together, they know each other's strengths and weaknesses

which is a pretty big advantage for them, honestly

enter,,,, albert dasilva's galaxy brain and the newsies' favorite game

Is Albert A Strategic Genius Or Is He Just In Love With Race

"no i've got this i know race!! i can use that against him!!!! i can guess his every move!!!! that's how well i know him!!!! i can recognize him in a room of like a billion people!!!!! it's my ultra strategic mind!!!! i can tell the sound of his voice from miles away!!!! it's because im so invested!!!!"

specs is like "in the mission or in race"

and albert is like "WHATEVER ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT IT'S MY STRATEGIC MIND"

"I AM A MACHINE SPECS"

"you're chronically dumb"

"S T R A T E G I C M I N D."

albert really came in like well race's plan's gonna be ruined cause IM IN LOVE WITH HIM >:) what a fuckin loser

all this aside,,,,,,, albert never stops trying to get race on their side .

now RACETRACK,,,,,,,,,

we have a WHOLE LOT of being an asshole as a defense mechanism from this boy

in race's eyes, albert abandoned him

in race's eyes, he was given up on. he just wasn't enough to keep him there.

he can't see anything but that and never in a million years would he bring himself to believe albert still cares about him

he'd be getting his hopes too high and letting down his guard, and he can't afford to do that.

race doesn't notice albert trying to help him, he doesn't notice albert very carefully avoiding injuring him, he doesn't notice how albert will never say anything that would hurt him

albert's always protective of race, regardless of if he's beside or against him

which leads us to how once race eventually does get hurt, seriously hurt, literally no one bats an eye when albert returns with race unconscious, demanding they get him help

which they do, cause albert has not shut up about race for like one second, the newsies might as well know as much about him as albert did

naturally when race woke up he,,, had questions

and then he saw albert

he was sat on a chair next to him, sleeping

and this is the first time he's seen him like this in ages

and he gets a little chocked up because holy shit he almost forgot albert was,,,,,like,,, a person

and it wasn't necessary to only see him when fighting

he still had a life and friends and people he loved and he wasn't just this dude who left them because he didn't give a shit about anyone

he could genuinely care for people and he could love people and race just remembered how much he wished he could be one of those people

and how much he wished he could be albert's favorite person again and just sit and talk and laugh with him like they used to

cause that's a part of albert he'd forced himself to just forget about

and then al wakes up and he sees him looking up at him and he's like

"how're you feeling"

and then he's sad cause it's much harder to know albert is a good person with real feelings and he's capable of loving so much and race thinks he's just one of the people who will never get that side of him and he just

"fuck off"

they fight

because of course they do

they're not really sure on what terms they are at this point, and there's so much they need to get out there

at first race is just,,,, stubborn

he won't listen, he demands they let him go back

"we can just let you go, idiot, i shouldn't have ever brought you here in the first place!"

"then why did you?"

and al just shrugs it away as if he hasn't been in love with him for years and would never forgive himself if he left him there to bleed

they just go yelling at each other back and forth for a while until inevitably albert's non-existent impulse control makes his return

and he,,,,, very angrily tells him he loves him

and everything just stops cause that's the one thing race though he'd never hear him say again

and race is literally holding his breath cause he's scared he'll ruin it if he moves in the slightest and it'll all turn out to be in his head but it's not cause when he tells albert he loves him back he's still there and he just,,

takes race's face in his hands and kisses him so softly it's like they weren't just screaming at each other's faces

romeo just fuckin pokes his head in like "i heard yelling but i also heard i love you so i'll assume some of those unresolved feelings were let out and we're all ready to have a nice long healthy chat, yeah? :D"

so they do

they talk. for,,,,,,,,, a long time.

needless to say, race stays

he loves his family and maybe he'll be back for them, maybe he'll help them but he recognizes what's the priority here

plus it's a little clearer now that he doesn't have all those feelings to worry about, and it's been a while since he was actually accepted and loved, which the newsies did instantly. it's pretty obvious where he belongs now.

this au still has,,,,, SO much to unpack, holy shit, but i decided to leave this post here cause,,,,, i can't do all of that now. i might at some point though, if people actually are interested, there's a lot of hurt/comfort from this point. there's the nightmares part which is v soft and i adore it, THERE'S JUST A LOT TO UNPACK. so yeah, i'm finally posting this, ralbert stans, come get y'all's juice.

[reinahwanggg]

SuperDad 》 Kim Taehyung

♡pairing: taehyung x oc ♡

♡word count: 1,962 words ♡

♡warnings: it's honestly too cute, taehee is a sweetheart, this isn't a warning but just an adherence to everyone the OC is a person of color, i'll probably make a part two to go about all the details of how taehyung and taehee handled the 48 hours without alyssa, OH and taehee cried seeing his mom leave, just about it. mentions of taehyung not being around as much as he wants to. mentions of what seems to be separation anxiety. ♡

♡genre: established relationship, dad au, idol!tae, fluff, taehee is a cutie you just wanna keep, Inspiration from the return of superman ♡

♡summary: taehyung's back from tour and ready to spend the next two days, with his son, taehee. without his mother there, of course because it's show protocol. ♡

♡a/n: i got inspired by the many dad aus i see and read, like omg they are honestly so cute. also got inspired by reading a fic/ one-shot of jaehyun being on the return of superman with his wife and child and that was the C U T E S T. hope you guys enjoy, also, i added gifs as dividers because i did this on my phone and this is kinda long. credits to all the owners of each gif used ♡

the camera pans in on a sort of empty living room, a wolf gray sofa sat in front of the equivalently colored wall, a small black squared table is there beside it, and along it is a picture that is covered by a cute emoticon.

littered around the vast space are various cream colored tents, with camera lenses peaking out, various fingers and hands holding them. the camera then passes over to the television, sat on a small drawer, that has glass doors, littered with many DVDs and vinyls, and the seemingly 75" television is off, unsurprisingly.

it then shows the kitchen, monochromatic colors is the aesthetic it seems, as a modern black gas stove is there, with the gray smart refrigerator alongside the counter that separates the two appliances. there is a four slot toaster and a kettle on the aforementioned counter, and a little magnetic knife strips which held all the knives, tongs and spatulas that are often used. the cabinets are a brilliant pearl color, various cute stickers decorate it, some looking old and torn and others looked like they just came out the pack.

it then shows the lounge room and a bedroom respectively, before a dark room comes into view. the emcees had already asked if there was a new superman for the show, and wondered who the new family was. they adored the little height chart on the door casing, and the little furniture and things here and there. they even tried to figure out what the shelf of things were, since it was covered with another cute emoticon.

•~•

back in the room, a little head peaks up at the sound of the doorbell ringing, looking left and right, probably trying to figure out what century it was. then the phone rang and the little human grabs the cellular device in their hands, knuckle sliding it over, and it amazes the emcees.

in the cutest voice the little human could muster, they answer the phone.

"good morning, hello?" the little guy answers in english, and the emcees are practically digging all of this up.

the voice then answers, but the words is silenced. it then shows as the hair of the tiny human bounces, the phone is dropped, footfalls are quiet, yet swift, and the door to the room opens. the tiny human can be slightly seen, and they run out, before running back to close the door.

various camera angles appear, for how fast the little one is running past everything, and the human passes the living room area, taking a left, and then a right and stands in front of the door, then he moves to the little crate beside it and sits patiently. after a few seconds, it opens, and a tall man enters the apartment with a few suitcases and a duffle bag, another cute emoticon doing it's job as it hides the man's face.

the human is practically bouncing on the crate at this point, his round, yet sharp eyes creasing up, his tiny white teeth on display as his arms frail around. the man rests down his luggage, before pretending he can't see the smaller male, and looks around for said human being.

"dad!" the small boy shouts, and the emoticon is finally off of the male's face as he smiles, the signature boxy grin his fans has come to love is on display as he picks up the little rascal, and whisper shouts a little "taehee!" just as enthusiastically as the child had to his father.

the emcees are shocked, like genuinely, you could hear it in the way they go "waaaaaa. it's bts' v!" and it switches again, showing the superstar, alongside his glowing son, and a pregnant lady beside him.

the lady is a mixture of slim and thick, her thighs all packed and gracious as it presses on the seat and shows beneath the fabric of her dress. said dress is long, with a flowy skirt and a sort of baggy top, black as the base with various flowers, colored rose pink and sky blue, along the skirt, past the waist, and some on the top. the belly she sports is a big one, and she look like she was ready to pop in no time. her hair was dark brown and kinky, with golden brown tips as the curl pattern shows perfectly, resting on her back. her light brown eyes get lost behind her lids as she smiles, her nose is scrunched up, smile lines along the eyes and her lips is outstretched, the craters in her face deepens, the dimples popping out perfectly, and the little boy shows his own.

her caramel skin glows, just like her aura is, and the boy glows equally with his honey toned skin as well, as he sits on his father's lap, both of them rubbing her stomach.

"hello everyone, i'm Kim Taehyung, aka V from BTS and this is my family."

Q: How old is your kid?

"He's two and a half years old, but if we're gonna get technical, he's 30 months."

Q: How long have you two been married?

"Four years. We've been together for five, and got married a year into the relationship because i couldn't resist her in the slightest."

"Lol, likewise."

"I told you stop saying LoL out loud lyssa. it's outdated by now."

"iT's oUtDaTeD bY nOw. i do what i want tae."

the questions and the bantering went on for another minute and a half, taehee getting in on it to, and him and his mother verbally gangs on taehyung, causing him to pout.

"we were actually kind of hesitant to be on the show. for many reasons, obviously, but mainly because we weren't sure if we wanted taehee, taesung and taeri in the public eye as yet. or at all. i wanted to show them on my own time, wanted to wait until they were old enough to understand this world to decide whether or not they wanted to be known as our children. after a while, and with the help of my hyungs, jiminie and kookie, we decided to take part in it anyways. we hope you guys take care of us."

Q: Woah, you guys are having twins?

"Haha, yes. we found out during the gender reveal that the doctor forgot to tell us we were having two babies. good thing we planned to always buy double the clothes and necessities for whenever i get pregnant. i say that because this little beast is unpredictable."

•~•

the video then switches back to the house, with taehee and taehyung sitting on the couch, the television on, with them watching a show, taehee swaying from side to side with the music, taehyung singing along quietly, and they watch the show until lyssa exits from the room and pecks both of their foreheads, before going straight to the jù,kitchen.

she tells alexa to play an older song by her husband's group, and the intro plays as soon as the show finishes, taehee immediately running into the kitchen to help and sing along to the song. meanwhile, taehyung is in the living room, his phone in front of his face as he smiles softly, both him and the person he's seemingly on the call with is silent as they listen to the two on their seemingly daily routine.

"you want to help make the pancakes dylan?" lyssa asks in english to her son, and he peeps an excited 'yes mama' over the voice of hoseok and his rap for hold me tight.

she smiles at him, and they make the pancakes from scratch, him calling out the ingredients in english, and she helps him in pronounciation and correcting his mistakes with a chuckle and a smile. while the pancakes are frying, she kindly asks taehyung to go to the store at the end of the corner to get some hershey's cookie n creme chocolate bars and a jar of dill pickles for her cravings.

she makes sure they all eat, before getting ready and going to head out for the allocated forty eight hours set. taehee follows her like a little duckling as she slightly waddles through the living room, with a purse on her shoulder, and she shoves the car keys in the bag, before turning around and ruffling his hair.

"be a good boy for mama, okay? you get to spend two whole days with papa and your uncles! isn't that fun?" taehee does seem happy, but you can tell, deep behind his nod, he is secretly praying that alyssa doesn't go. that she stays with both of them for the two days, just like old times, but she had let him watch the show, and he knows that's not the case. when she turns to leave, taehee grabs the hem of her dress, and she turns around, meeting his sharp cognac eyes, and it looks like he was trying his best not to cry.

"oh, dee, c'mere," she starts, lifting him up in her arms as the tears finally fall. she knew her taehee as a strong boy, but there are times where he can't help, but cry. dad was always to the company or on tour for as long as taehee knew him, so he built a special relationship with his mom. he knew he promised her to be strong, and to be a big boy, for when she was going to leave, but he hopes, that two days doesn't turn into a long time, like dad sometimes does.

"now what did we discuss dee?"

"th-that i w-was gonna be a b-big boy. th-that i w-was gonna stay w-with dad un-until mama g-gets back."

"right, we did agree to that, but you look like you wanna come with me. do you want to come with me, or are you gonna make me proud and spend time with papa? he misses you, you know. every day, he calls, sometimes when you're asleep and he always tells me how he can't wait to come home and have you by his side. do you wanna let papa down? let mama down? let your uncles down? or are we gonna be a big boy and be on our best behavior to make mama, papa and uncles proud?"

"i'm gonna be a big boy. i'll stay with dad and we'll have so much f-fun mama, you'll want to come back."

"i'm sure of it dee. now, papa is in the room waiting for snuggles. you know how to work the phone, so call me whenever. okay?"

"okay mama. i love you lots!"

"i love you more than lots!"

"i love you more than your lots! have fun mama, but not too much fun or i'll be mad at you."

alyssa gasps, pouting a bit, before smiling once taehee plants a big fat kiss on her cheek and smush them together like she does to him. they smile at each other, before she rests him down, and she waves at him until she is nowhere to be seen, exiting the door and off to go about her day. taehee rushes inside the room, knocking on the door, before opening it in at the sound of 'come in' and smiles at his dad, running and climbing up the bed to lay beside his dad as he talks to uncle jin.

"oh, it's little tae! how's it going buddy?" jin asks, from the other side of the phone, and taehee smiles, the dimples making another appearance, before answering his uncle. taehyung looks at his son, eyes glimmering with pure love, as he thinks that he can finally spend time with his son.

[rogue-barnes-16]

THE MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF NATASHA ROMANOFF (part IV/?)

Summary: after the too convenient disappearance of Natasha Romanoff, the Avengers —a local biker gang— search for help in the most unexpected place in order to get their friend back. Will it help, or will the situation just get more twisted and dangerous?

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre: angst-ish (biker gang au)

Tags:

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Permanent taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace @sofreakinmanyfandoms @pizzarollpatrol @bubblycypress87 @1a-girl-has-no-name1 @loislp @lovenaturefirst @dyanna-corona @2ptonpt @goodnightmode @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @mannls @cutie1365 @catch22inareddress @mybooradley @sebastianisasnack @butifulsoul125 @unlikelygalaxygiver

Warnings: language

A/N: I'm hella tired so this probably got typos I'm sorry babes. Might edit tomorrow, but I'm not sure. 70% sure that I'll end up leaving it like it is. I'm a mess lol, enjoy it loves <3.

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BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I had reached home before Y/n and Clint, probably because the man had decided to go slower and more careful due to Y/n riding with him.

Clint used to be always so protective of her, he still was.

The blond man took the fiery girl under his wing as soon as we both started to date, treating her like a little sister, even if that meant arguing with me or lecturing the shit out of her.

Now Y/n could barely trust Clint anymore, and I had to carry that weight over my shoulders, just like I had been carrying it for the past year.

I lost my train of thought when the roaring engine of Clint's bike got louder and louder, until I was able to see them, seconds before the bike was parked.

She climbed off first, and was closely followed by Clint, who came directly to me, stopping just an instant long enough to spat on my face "next time I'll take her to grab a goddamn coffee, and you'll fuckin' stay here."

After that, he passed by me and walked up the few wooden stairs of my porch to open the main door.

"He's mad." Y/n stated, intentionally slowing her steps right before reaching my side, probably for me to take the cue and fall into step with her.

"Yeah." I replied shortly, walking to the door, left open by Clint. "you both got plenty of reasons to be pissed at me."

I didn't need to look at her to know she was about to say something she needed a second to think of.

"Not really. At least not this time." I steal a side glance at her, just in time to catch a casual shrug accompanied by a peek at my form. "You were just being honest with me, so yeah."

I really didn't know what to reply to that statement, which caught me completely off guard.

"Listen" she kept going as we entered the hall "I'm running on three hours of sleep and a bad coffee, so don't take anything personal." she added jokingly, which surprised me even more.

"I'm running on zero hours of sleep and a bad coffee." I finally responded, taking off my leather jacket to leave it on the coat rack. "So don't worry 'bout that."

She nodded understanding whilst handing me the helmet for me to lay it besides mine. "Did you find anything so far?"

" 'Bout Tasha or 'bout the mole?"

"Both, I guess."

I shook my head no before motioning her to climb upstairs, which she quickly complied, allowing me to follow her.

"Nothin' useful." I answered as we entered the living room, where Sam and Steve were waiting. "Where's Rhodey?"

"Sleepin'." Sam informed us, giving Y/n a quick glance before letting his brown eyes come back to me. "Clint's gone upstairs to get your laptop."

"What're y'all planning on doing with a laptop, Google Natasha's location?" Y/n questioned sarcastically, and when all eyes were on her, she realized what she had just said. "I'm sorry I just... No filters when I'm tired."

Sam shook his head dismissively, throwing himself back to the couch. " 'S okay. We're all in the same mood right now."

"That's great," Y/n nodded, crossing her arms over her chest. "we'll sass the shit out of each other until we pass out." she ran her fingers through her hair. "what you gonna do with the laptop?"

"Us? Nothin'." Steve replied, leaning over and resting his elbows on his thighs. "You're the one who gotta use it."

She frowned, glancing at me before taking off her jacket and throwing it over the chair's backrest. "Care to explain?" she sat down in one of the couches.

"Can you hack Natasha's phone?" Sam requested as Clint entered the room silent with the only goal to leave the laptop over the coffee table.

"I mean-" she knew she could, we all knew that was child's play for her, something she'd do with her eyes closed, but Sam wasn't asking if she was able to do that.

He was asking if she was willing to do that.

Y/n pursed her lips and squinted her eyes, thinking how should she abord it before giving us a reply.

"Yeah... Yeah I can, but it'll take me a while." she finally answered. "it's been months since I did something like this, and I'm hella tired."

"It's fine," Steve assured her "just take your time."

"No, man" Clint retorted, spinning around to face the blond former soldier. "don't tell her that when-- no, alright?" he turned back to Y/n with distress peeking out of his eyes. "you gotta be as fast as possible."

"Barton-" Sam warned him.

"He's right, though, don't sugarcoat it." she interrupted, well aware that we had little time to find our friend, and the more time she took to do this, the lesser possibilities of finding the redhead we had. "If I'm not quick, we're fucked."

I crossed my arms and shared a rather worried look with Steve before letting my eyes travel to Y/n.

"right?" she rhetorically questioned as her eyes got locked with mine for a hot second.

The stressed out look on her face as she stared at me made me desperately want to take some of pressure we have just placed over her, off her shoulders, but I really had no way to do that.

She felt that, I saw it in her eyes just as she looked away.

"Anyways" she cleared her throat and started typing the password she, apparently, still remembered. "Let's..." she made the briefest pause, peeked at me, and then kept talking. "get to it."

I realized too late that I hadn't changed the laptop's home screen yet; that picture of her, becs and me messing around after a fun night at the bar was still there.

I almost felt like I was going to blush.

Just as she stared typing, a phone rang.

"Shit."

Her phone, to be more precise.

She picked it out of her pocket to check who was calling, and suddenly her face somehow dropped when she saw the screen.

"Fuck... Okay, hold on-" she left the laptop back over the coffee table and, getting up, she picked up the call. "Hey."

Silence.

"Yeah, just a 'hey'. What were you expecting, honestly?" She opened her eyes widely and clenched her jaw. "two weeks, no calls. You really don't deserve anything but a 'hey'."

I looked at her confused while the rest of the boys exchanged looks.

She huffed. "yeah well, good mornin' to you." whoever it was, they were making her fume. "listen, it's really not the greatest time for-" she pinched the bridge of her nose. "no-- yeah- yeah now I get to choose when's a good time for this-- Don't 'babe' me 'cause I swear to fucking—" walking to the door, she mouthed a 'gimme a second' to me. "you have 30 seconds, I really don't have time for this— yeah I don't have time for you-- no, don't play the victim here."

READER'S P. O. V.

"Are you serious right now?" my silence as a reply gave him the cue that I wasn't bluffing at all. He had 30 seconds and then I would hang up. "Fuck 'kay listen, I'm sorry or whatever, but I came to your place so I can take you to have a nice breakfast and sort this out, and you're not here and I wanna know why."

I stole a guilty peek at Bucky, whose worried yet confused eyes were laid on my form.

"Your bed's a mess, your clothes are all over the place and-" I could almost see the gears in his head turning just a little bit slower than mine. "did you cheat on me?"

"Why the fuck would I do that?"

"Where are you."

I hesitated for a moment before turning my back to the boys and slightly lowering my voice tone. "I'm at my ex's."

"what the hell do you wan' me to think right now, Y/n?"

"well, not what you're fucking thinking 'cause that's ridiculous as hell." I took a deep breath, regretting my next sentences before they had even left my lips. "a friend's in trouble, alright? I'm helpin'-"

"Your ex. Your helping your fucking ex."

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I approached the door and rested my side against the door frame, silently checking up on her.

She only held up a finger in front of me, signaling me that she needed a little bit more "Listen, babe."

I froze at those two words, and I felt Steve's, Sam's and Clint's eyes on me the moment they caught the pet name.

"You're fucking jealous-- I said what I said- you're jealous, and I don't have forces to put up with this shit." she ran her fingers through her hair. "3 hours. Don't act like you give a damn-- I'm fine- no, you're not picking me up." her hand ran over her face in desperation. "well you waited two fuckin' weeks darling, you can wait a few hours right? Bye."

She sighed as she hang up, throwing her phone back into her pocket.

"everythin' alright?" I questioned in a low tone.

She stayed there for a second, looking at me before nodding. "Yeah, don't worry." she sighed again and passed by me, taking her seat back. " 'Kay guys, I have until lunch to finish, so you better give me whatever I request real quick, alright?"

"Why?" Clint questioned.

"Gotta have lunch with my boyfriend."

[rogue-barnes-16]

SECRETS (part I/II)

Summary: Detectives James Barnes and Y/n Y/l/n never really got along, despite being partners for seven months. You could say they hated each other, however, when James' past shows up threatening to break him all over again, the truth about their feelings comes to the surface.

Pairing: cop!Bucky Barnes x cop!Reader

Genre: angsty (fluff in the end) (modern au)

Tags:

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Warnings: hints of a toxic relationship, drinking, smoking, bad described make out session and implied sex.

A/N: I couldn't finish writing the latest request I was writing bc tumblr is a bitch, so I'm dropping the first part of a 2-part fic here. I hope you enjoy my first au (I'm practicing for a Brooklyn nine nine fic) <3

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"C'mon Y/n" Samantha called me from the entrance of the bar we were going to get into. She came closer, placing a hand on my bicep. "You're still thinking about it?"

I stayed silent, my eyebrows knitted, and my eyes fixed on the pavement. "yeah" I replied absently, having another puff of the cigarette held in my hand.

"do you really think you're right?"

"I don't know, Sam" I confessed, tossing the cigarette and stepping on it. "I think I don't wanna be right about this." with that, I turned around to join our friends.

The music playing in the bar almost made me forget what I had been thinking for two days.

Almost.

Two Days Ago

"BARNES!" I yelled from across the precinct's floor where we both worked. "WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?"

"charmin' as always, Y/l/n" he replied in that condescending voice of his, staring at board covered in pictures and notes.

"you dismissed my suspect." I stated, finally reaching the place where he was standing.

"it's our suspect, not yours" he corrected me crossing his arms over his chest "and we'd reached a deadlock"

"I told you to fucking wait, dammit!" I spat, hitting the desk in an attempt to draw his attention.

He jumped, spinning around so he was now face to face with me. For an instant, I saw panic in his gaze, quickly replaced by anger.

"I told you to follow Vargas, and did you, smartass?" I huffed. "see? We're fuckin' even"

I glared at him slack-jawed. "You're unbelievable." grabbing three manila folders from his desk, I made my way to mine. "and for the record, Vargas didn't show up, you fucker!" since my back was to him, I missed his eyes fixed on my form with something way different from anger, frustration or hate.

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

I stood still, staring at Y/n leaning over her desk to examine the manila folders with my jaw clenched, reminding myself that I hated her.

I needed to remind myself that I hated her every single day, because if I didn't, I knew shit would go south.

Unexpectedly, she looked up from the reports and her eyes dug into mines. I only mimicked her position, leaning over my desk, holding her stare.

Surprisingly, it was me who first averted my eyes, my ring tone catching my attention. When I looked at the screen, I saw an unknown number. "Hello?" I asked hesitant.

"Morning honey" my body went stiff at the voice, my jaw clenching while I tried to stay composed. "I made you some coffee, can you tell them to buzz me in?" I stayed silent "oh don't worry, I'm in"

I hung up and tossed the phone over my desk before stalking to the entrance of precinct just in time to see her appearing.

READER'S P. O. V.

I followed Barnes with my gaze, worried that something bad might have happened. However, in the entrance I only saw a redhead with a smile on her face.

"What are you doing here?" Barnes hissed from a considerable distance.

"I told you, silly" she let out a giggle "I brought you some coffee." When she tried to step closer to Bucky, I saw his trembling hand ghost over the holster he was carrying. "are you gonna shoot me, baby?"

Something in her voice made chills run down my spine, but I knew stepping in wasn't a good solution, so I stayed leaned over my desk.

"you can't be here" she stared at him with defiance before smashing her bag over the nearest table, making Barnes jump.

"hey" before I realized, I was walking to them. "Miss, who are you?" flash of madness crossing her eyes scared the shit out of me, but I didn't back off. Instead, I stepped between the two of them. "who are you?" I repeated.

"I'm James' wife" her reply shocked me enough to turn around and give Barnes a very confused look. "who's this woman? are you cheating on me, baby?"

I felt Barnes hand sneaking in the gap between my arm and my waist to grab my forearm "I fuckin' work here" I replied, completely ignoring the tug in my arm.

"then go work" she hissed "and let me catch up with my husband" when I didn't move, and irritated look made its way to her face. "I told you to leave, bitch."

Before I could reply, Bucky’s grip on my arm tightened and he managed to bring me closer to him, crashing my back against his chest.

"you can't be here, Dot" he repeated, managing to hide his shakiness from her. "leave. Now" The same shakiness that wasn't able to hide from me.

Due to the lack of space between him and me, I could feel how his chest went up and down rapidly and unevenly.

"But listen baby, I'm sorry" she whispered, suddenly switching to 'angel' mode. "I'm really sorry, please let's talk this out, okay?" She took a hesitant step towards us and I subconsciously pushed Barnes back in a very subtle way. "c'mon, let's go and have breakfast, and we'll talk. Please, honey."

"What is she doing here? Who let you in?" Rogers appeared in my peripheral vision, walking fast towards us. "leave. Leave right fuckin' now"

"great" that Dot girl muttered, taking a exasperated sigh. "Steve, this is between James and me, so don't you take this bitch with you for me to-"

Steve made his way to the redhead and, grabbing her arm, he guided her out of the precinct.

I spun to face Barnes, who was quickly putting himself together. "what the hell was that about?"

"you always have to meddle in everyone's business" he spat, letting go of my arm "don't you?" I stayed silent while he went to his desk to grab his things. "Tell Captain Fury I wasn't feeling well." and with that, he left.

The following day he didn't even show up.

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"This place's amazing!" Lexa, another one of my friends, exclaimed excited. "let's look for a free table"

The six of us wandered around for a while until we found a free table. "what do y'all wanna drink?" Joe asked, getting up.

Joe came a few minutes after with everyone's drinks and we chatted for a while. Again, I was almost able to forget about it, but then I saw him sitting on a stool, leaning over the bar top with his back turned to us.

"guys, I've something to do." I stated, grabbing my drink and getting up. "be right back." said that, I made my way to the stool besides his. "you didn't show up yesterday, nor today."

He frowned before moving his head to glance at me. "fuckin' hell..." he groaned, shifting to look at the wall full of bottles across us. "outta every fuckin' bars, you hadda come here?"

"gosh" I scoffed, taking a sip of my drink before mimicking his posture. "it's not like I'm looking for you, Barnes, so get your head out of your ass."

He huffed, letting out a humorless, dry laugh. "it's always a fuckin' pleasure to talk to you." I rolled my eyes and he looked over his shoulder. "come back with your friends, 'cause we've nothin' to talk 'bout"

I ran my fingers through my hair and, taking a deep breath, I glanced at him. "that girl, Dot" he went stiff and my heart sped up because, damn, I didn't want to be right, but it seemed like I actually was.

"what 'bout her?"

"is she really your wife?" I asked, tiptoeing around the topic. "we've been working together for seven months already, and you never mentioned her."

"she's mah wife. Kinda" he confirmed me, drinking all the alcohol in his glass. "anythin' else?"

"what happened between the two of you?" He let out a weird laugh, letting his forehead rest against the wooden surface. "You're drunk"

"not enough for this conversation" he groaned with a smirk on his face. The corners of my mouth twitched up at the view and something in his eyes seemed the lit up. "If you wanna stay" he took another look at my friends before turning back at me. "maybe at the end of the night I'll be drunk enough to talk 'bout it"

I pursed my lips in a tight line, staring into his eyes to see if he meant it, because I really really needed to know what happened between them.

After a couple of seconds, I turned to the barman "hey sweetheart" I called him "keep the shots coming here, will you?"

Barnes let out a chuckle, but this time it wasn't weird, and it wasn't dry. This time it was genuinely amused. "eager, are we?"

"you could say so, yeah" I replied, giving him the ghost of a smirk while the barman put the drinks in front of us.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Okay okay okay, but-" he started to laugh again and I nudged him "Nononono, listen-" a couple of giggles escaped my lips before I could keep going. "it's true!"

"it ain't true, darlin'." he said between giggles. "Romanoff 'n Stevie- that's insane"

"I'm tellin' you, Barnes" I replied, taking a swig of my beer. "one- don't laugh at me! One day we'll find 'em fuckin' in the office."

"You're crazy" he stated, finishing his beer.

"whatever" I looked at the clock. It was past 4 am already. "Barnes" I whined turned to him. "Tell me what happened between you and Dot, pretty please" I pouted at him, leaning over the bar top and getting a bit closer to him.

He groaned, leaving the beer aside to look at me. "ya really know how to spoil the mood"

"we're drunk as fuck already" I propped myself over my forearms, getting even closer to him. "c'mon Barnes."

With an exasperated sigh, he moved to tower me. "I swear, Y/n, you get me on my fuckin' nerves."

"I know, and I love to do it" his jaw clenched and his eyes traveled to my lips for a second. "you get me on my nerves too, y'know? But I don't care" he gave me a confused look "it's kinda... Our thing, so I don't mind it"

"You're sweet when you're drunk" he stated, half smiling at me. "wish you were this sweet all the time."

"nah" I retreated to my initial position with a teasing smirk on my face. "you love my rude ass side."

He stayed silent, which made me turn to him to check he was okay. "I do." he mumbled "I love your sweet side too." after taking another peak to my lips, he leaned on me and, without thinking twice, I closed the gap between us.

Our lips crashed and, while his right hand went to my cheek, his left traveled to my thigh. Letting out a muffled moan, I let my hands roam over his upper body. "let's get outta here" he mumbled against my jaw.

"yeah, let's get the hell outta here." I pulled away to clumsily grab my purse and pay the drinks, though t was a difficult task to accomplish with Barnes lips attacking my neck.

"you sure 'bout this?" he whispered, pulling me away from the bar top as soon as I had paid. " 'cause you're gonna regret this in the mornin'."

"I'm a grown ass woman" I replied, exiting the bar and pulling him into another sloppy kiss. "my place's near."

Within minutes, we were bursting into my house, tossing or clothes all over the place in our bumpy way to my room. "I'll tell you everythin' tomorrow" he mumbled, taking off his shirt. "I promise"

"Okay" I managed to say, unzipping my pants and letting him take them off. "I'll take your word for it"

He took off his remaining clothes and I did the same "Good" he groaned more than said, picking me up.

"Good" I echoed, letting him carry me to my bed.

Fuck, we were really going to regret this, but I couldn't care less.