#and taking everything in front of and around it out instantly and messily

[konakoro]

Walking away from FD: Bloodlines not with a fear of MRI machines or lawnmowers or garbage trucks, but a fear of living right next to some train tracks because JESUS CHRIST

[prkhaven]

thoughts on munch!hoonie? like you just posted jake ver but i feel like he'd be good at it too 🤤🤤 i mean have u seen his gorgeous n pretty lips

munch!sunghoon is one of my favorite agendas so yes anon (from experience i’m joking) he would be good at it too.

warnings: smut minors do not interact, oral (f rec.), fingering

SUNGHOON loves everything and i mean absolutely everything about you. fucking you senseless? sign him up. eating you out? well that might just be his favorite.

you would be relaxing, minding your business on the couch. his shirt being the only thing you’re wearing minus your underwear when he just appears in front of you.

furrowing your eyebrows at him, you give him a shy smile as he looks at you but suddenly with no words exchanged he sank to his knees and pried open your legs.

you wordlessly chuckled and adjusted yourself to the edge of the couch and gave up all motion in your body. leaning back and inhaling softly as he rubs the out of your thighs. “stress again hoonie?” you played with his hair which he melted into

“mhm” the soft hum made you smile, your fingers push his hair back to frame his face again

he looked up at you with a gleam in his eyes, silently asking for permission. and when you granted it with a nod of your head, his smiled widely, his sharp of his teeth peeking out as he didn’t waste time.

if there was one thing about sunghoon, he always hated wasting time when it came to pleasuring you.

his fingers grazed the bare skin at your hips and, outlining your panties but not taking them off, instead he pulled the covering to the side and exposed your glistening pussy to his face.

his eyes sparkled even more at the sight and attached himself to the plush of your folds, his soft lips meeting your cunt with a soft kiss before flinging his tongue up—parting your folds as he softly hummed in pleasure.

“so sweet, i love you. thank you” he slurred, his tensed shoulders finally relaxing under your legs

you brushed his hair as he placed soft kisses against your pussy, his tongue flicking every now and then as his nose rubbed against your clit stifling your weak sounds. his jaw falling slack as he suck up all the juices he can.

your essence was all he could ever need in his life. he dragged his mouth from the crease all the way up to your swollen bundle of nerves. softly sucking it into his mouth while his thumb rubbed between your folds and teased your hole, your gasp grew louder.

“sunghoon” you weakly called out his name but he pressed deeper against your hole but not enough to puncture yet

“who?” his lips released your clit before kissing the surrounding the idea, his eyes looks up to stare right in yours

your lips quivered, “h-hoonie”

“that’s my girl” he stuck of his tongue and took a long stride against your cunt, his fingers rubbing against your fluttering hole and swollen clit, “just asking for me to fill you up” he pointed out when he dipped the tip of thumb inside

“a-aah ngh” you weakly tugged at his hair which filled his heart and mind, he felt the twitch of his cock in his sweat at your strained moans

you want sunghoon to fill you up and he wanted to be inside of you. “come for me then i’ll give you what you want” he said as rubbed harder down on your clit and sucked at the wetness not daring to let any of it spill

the broken moans and wet sounds filled the living room until you clenched around nothing and onto his mouth. your back arched off the couch but he kept you rooted in place.

you tried to jerk away but sunghoon continued to lick up everything. “so good. keep going” he messily rubbed his mouth further into your pussy

“ ‘ts too much!” you mewled but your action of rubbing your face harder against his face didn’t match your words, “hoonie” you wailed his name

but you gasped loudly when two of his thick fingers slid into your empty hole, instantly filling you up. you knocked your head back and shut your eyes tight.

sunghoon grinned seeing how you took his fingers, a blooming pride expressed on his face as he watched your contorting face. he could never get sick of seeing you like this.

his mouth reattached to your clit and sucked softly on the bundle of nerves, his fingers simultaneously pumping in and out of your messily wet self. “i’m still a little stressed”

you knew where this was going but beyond any doubt, a fluttering ruptured in your stomach as you softly smile and weakly nod your head. a moan ripped from your lips when he harshly curled up into your gummy wall and his hand ran up and down your thigh.

“my best stress reliever”

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[evie-sturns]

𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 - 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: matt is having an anxiety attack, but chris and nick can't seem to calm him down, so they invite you over.

contains: mouth watering fluff, mentions of a anxiety attack, crying, swearing.

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i'm laying in bed, aimlessly scrolling on my phone as i feel my eyelids grow heavy, i put my phone down next to me as i pull up the blankets, closing my eyes. suddenly my phone lights up, buzzing nonstop.

i groan, picking it up,

its chris?

before i can open my messages chris calls me, i quickly accept it, putting it on speaker. "chris, its late are you okay?" i say into the phone, but i'm cut off by his franic voice

"you have to come over now, matt's having a panic attack, me and nick don't know what to do, you're the only one who can calm him down."

without another word i'm out of bed, grabbing matt’s pug stuffed animal which i recently brought him, pulling on a hoodie over my pyjama set and spraying myself with matts favourite perfume as i grab my keys.

"ill be over in 5 minutes, ill be as fast as i can." i say, worry present in my voice as i hang up.

i rush out my bedroom door, pulling on my uggs as i unlock my front door.

i sprint towards my car, climbing in and instantly pulling out of the driveway. i try to call matt as i drive, but he doesn't awnser. my heart thumps as i turn into the sturniolos street. i park messily before leaping out, running up to the front door.

nick lets me in, he looks distraught, i give him a quick hug before walking down the hallway, approaching matt's room.

his door is locked.

i knock one more time, but again i'm met with no response.

"matt? please let me in sweetheart." i say, keeping my voice calm and low. i hear shuffling in matts room before the door unlocks, i push it open slowly.

im met with matt, his bottom lip quivering, his shoulder slouched and his eyes watering.

my eyebrows raise in a sorry, "oh matt.." i say slowly before walking in, shutting the door behind me as i pull him into a hug, he doesn't really hug back, his arms just hang at his side.

matt and i have been dating for 5 months, he's only had one anxiety attack which i was out of town for, i'd only seen him cry a handful of times, and it was never for long, it was always just a few tears.

"come on, come lay down yeah?" i say softly, sitting down in his bed, my back pressed against his his headboard as i pat the spot next to me, matt flops down, his body shaking ever so slightly, he rests his head on my lap.

a silence grows in the room before its broken with a loud sob from matt. my heart drops. my throat burns as matt starts to cry. "oh baby." i say, reaching my hands into his hair as i start to play with it soothingly.

"please talk to me whenever you feel even a little better okay?" i say, my voice barely audible. his tears paint my pyjama shorts.

"you're doing so well matt. let it out for me."

i lean down, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose, which is damp, but it doesn't bother me at all right now.

"im sorry." he says in between shaky cries.

"matt." i say reaching my hands down and hold his body, "dont say sorry, this is the least i can do okay, i love you so much." i say, squeezing his side tighter.

after a few more minutes his sobs become lighter, he takes a deep breath before starting -

"its just everything, i’ve got no privacy left, it’s just so much.. pressure.” he says, his voice shaking with each word.

“i know matt, but so so many people love you, i love you, your family loves you and your friends love you, your fans love you and everything you do, that’s why you’re feeling pressure ‘cause you don’t want to disappoint them, you think?”

i assure him, he sits up slightly, resting on my chest.

matt nods before he sits up fully, moving his body around to face me on the bed, tears present on his face. i reach two hands out, wiping his cheeks with my thumbs before holding both sides of his face.

“i’m so happy to have you matt.” i say, wiping my hands on my sweater. i lean towards him, placing gentle kisses all over his face.

“don’t make me cry again y/n, i don’t deserve anything you do.” matt says, a warm smile spread across his face.

suddenly my face lights up

“oh shit wait!” i say reaching into my pocket, pulling out a small pug stuffed animal, i hold it up proudly “i got you this, it was really reminded me of you when i saw it.”

matt’s jaw drops.

“no way! oh my god.” he says, lunging towards me and tackling me in a hug. he pecks my lips multiple times “thank you so much what!!” he smiles, pure joy spread across his face.

“you’re so cute matt.” i laugh, cuddling him.

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me and matt both dozed off around an hour ago, but i’m woken up by chris and nicks whispers, they’re both standing in the door, staring at us as matt holds the pug tight, his eyes shut and soft snores leaving his mouth.

“how the fuck did she do that.” i hear chris say

“do what?” nick says, a smile on his face.

“what do you mean ‘do what’, she’s only been here for like 2 hours and she’s turned matt from a emotional wreck to a fucking peaceful sleeper, look he’s even holding a pug toy!”

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[milfjuulpod]

Guidance Ch. V

Melissa makes you dinner, and the both of you finally get what you've been wanting.

A/N: sooo I know I kind of abandoned this series, but I was motivated by my new friend @schemmentisimpasours to finish the series. if you need to read the previous chapters, you can find them on my master list here. thank you so much for all the recent support and feedback, it really does mean a lot. i'll be back to writing again soon. enjoy :)

You sat alone in your office for a moment, just after Melissa had left. Sitting with the realization of what you had just agreed to, your thoughts began to spiral. Dinner. At Melissa’s. Cooked by her. It was somehow everything you wanted and your biggest fear.

The coffee shop was nerve wracking enough, being with Melissa outside of school for the first time gave you butterflies, and you silently hoped that you would make it through the evening without embarrassing yourself.

The rest of the day went by quickly, almost too quickly. The entire time was spent thinking about Melissa and what this interaction would look like. You couldn’t stop thinking about how genuinely apologetic she was, and based on what you knew, you figured that wasn’t normal for the woman.

In your own home, it was a bit easier to relax before the inevitable. You took your time getting ready, opting for leggings and a cuter sweater you had lying around. It was perfectly cute and comfortable, hoping not to be too over or under dressed.

The anxiety reared its head again on the drive over to Melissa’s. She had sent you her address, and as soon as it was in the GPS, the nerves began to start. Was she going to be just as sweet as she was earlier? Just as beautiful?

You shook your head immediately at those thoughts, you couldn’t possibly start to have genuine feelings for Melissa. The two of you have known each other for about a month, and dealing with those emotions certainly would make your job harder. Not to mention, she couldn’t possibly feel the same way. She was guarded, feisty, hard to win over.

Right?

Before you could get too in your head, Melissa’s house was in view. You could instantly tell it was hers, if the car in the driveway and “Go Away” doormat was anything to go by.

The time on your phone read 6:04 p.m., just on time. You took a moment alone in the car to breathe and come back down to Earth before facing the redhead again today.

Nervously, you grabbed your bag and headed towards the front door, knocking gently a few times. After a few seconds, you heard multiple locks click and the door swung open to reveal Melissa, in essentially the same outfit as you. Black yoga pants and a green Eagles sweater adorned her body, her hair messily pulled back in a ponytail while she got ready to cook.

“You made it,” She said softly, fighting a small smile.

“I did. Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” You responded, following her lead inside. Melissa’s house was so…Melissa. Family photos covered nearly every inch of some walls and tables, the lights were low and warm, and the kitchen smelled wonderful.

“Well I’m glad you came, would’ve felt really bad otherwise,” Melissa chuckled before walking back towards the kitchen. Unsure of what to do with yourself, you trailed behind her and sat yourself at the bar counter, watching as she so effortlessly moved around her kitchen.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” You asked curiously. Melissa didn’t look at you as she spoke, focusing more on her many tasks at hand instead. You didn’t mind though, it gave you an opportunity to look at her. Really look at her, at that.

“I…I don't know,” She shrugged and huffed out a nervous laugh. “Didn’t want you to think I was mad at you or anything.”

You digested her honest words, taking note of how nervous she seemed at the topic. Deciding to drop it, you hummed in response and left it at that. Melissa stayed silent as well, and a silence fell over the two of you, save for the sound of occasional boiling from Melissa’s area of the kitchen. You couldn’t tell if it was awkward or comfortable, and that was enough to fuel a desire to change it.

“You mentioned you had wine?” You asked, shifting away from the previous conversation. Melissa didn’t respond, instead she moved away from her post at the stove and reached into a cabinet to pull out a couple of glasses.

“Red or white?” She finally spoke, turning to look at you this time.

“I- Uh, depends. What are you making?” You asked, trying desperately to ignore the embarrassment you harbored from stumbling through your words. God, all she did was look at you.

Melissa’s lips turned upwards ever so slightly at your behavior and complimented you, “Smart one, you are.”

Luckily for you, Melissa turned back around to get the wine and missed the light blush appearing on your cheeks. You watched as she searched and eventually pulled out a bottle of white wine, pouring each of you a hefty glass.

She passed your glass over and muttered a quiet “here,” watching and gauging your reaction. This would be the first of many times tonight Melissa does that, you just didn’t quite catch on yet.

You thanked her, just as quietly as she spoke. Looking up from your glass, her green eyes were already on you. Melissa just looked at you for a moment before inhaling rather sharply and turning back to the stove.

After the two of you had a few sips of wine, you felt more at ease. The silence was no longer questionable, just comfortable. You watched in awe as she practically danced around the room, knowing exactly what to do and when to do it. It was almost as mesmerizing as watching her teach.

“You’re staring,” Melissa’s voice broke through the quiet suddenly. She didn’t seem upset though, in fact one could argue she was teasing you a bit.

“Was I? Sorry…” You sheepishly apologized, acting as if you weren’t committing every second to memory. “You’re just…You know what you’re doing here, clearly. How long have you been cooking?” You asked.

Melissa told you all about how she learned to cook, her favorite things to make. You knew she took her food very seriously, but seeing it in person had your heart beating just a little bit faster. Listening intently as she spoke, it wasn’t until she practically pushed a plate into your hands did you realize it was done.

“Come on, dining room’s this way,” Melissa offered a soft smile and led you to the next room. You tried to focus on how delicious the food smelled, and not how special you felt for being here.

Following her lead, you chose a seat across from her at the table, looking over the pasta she made for the two of you. It looked and smelled perfect, excited to try it would be an understatement. You’ve had Melissa’s cooking a couple of times previously, but not like this.

“I did something simple, I hope you like it,” Melissa told you, trying to appear nonchalant as if she wasn’t studying your every move and expression.

You couldn’t stop the small giggle from coming out. “Of course I’ll like it, thank you for making me dinner,” You said with a smile, reaching out your wine glass for a ‘cheers’ before eating.

As soon as you took your first bite, you fell in love. With the food, of course. The flavors were balanced so perfectly, Melissa picked the best wine for it, it was all so perfect.

“Holy shit, Melissa,” You said after finishing the larger second bite taken. Melissa seemed pleased with your reaction, while you stared at her in bewilderment. “Yeah?” She said through a chuckle.

“Mhmm,” You hummed through another bite. “This is fantastic,” You complimented her earnestly. Melissa smiled at that, finally pulling her gaze away for a moment.

The redhead ate slower than you did, focusing more on the conversation and watching your reactions to her food. Needless to say, Melissa was a bit proud of herself when you finished your plate of pasta.

At that point, Melissa let you tell her about yourself while she finished her own dinner. Her green eyes rarely looked away from you. The direct attention would typically make you a bit nervous, but it was flattering to have it come from her.

Once Melissa finished eating, she stood up to take your plate, but you denied her. “You did all the cooking, let me do the dishes,” Pulling the plate out of her reach, you insisted on doing something for the woman in front of you.

“You can help with the dishes,” Melissa smirked, and quickly got the empty plate from your grasp. Without saying another word, the redhead walked back into the kitchen, expecting you to follow. You did, of course, and stood beside her at the sink.

“You really liked it? Dinner?” Melissa asked, sounding a bit more shy than before. Surprised she even asked, you didn’t hesitate to answer.

“Are you kidding? It was perfect, Melissa.”

She just chuckled at your response, which made you think she wasn’t convinced.

“I’m serious!” You fought your own laughter through your words. “I’ve never had anything like it.”

Melissa hummed in response and glanced at you from the corner of her eye, smiling to herself. “Shut up,” She mumbled.

“No, I can’t. I mean seriously, what did you do to that pasta? I’ve eaten at many places, cooked by so many people but that? That? Melissa, I-”

Your words were cut off by a swift movement from the redhead you were endlessly complimenting, her lips suddenly on your own. Just as quickly as they were there, you felt Melissa pull away.

Before she could get too far, you pulled her back in for another gentle kiss, your hand lingering on the back of her neck. Melissa’s hands gently pulled at your hips, running up and down your sides desperately.

Finally, you had what you wanted, what both of you have been craving since day one. It felt like forever, but it was finally here. A slight whimper from the older woman grounded you, and you pulled back for some air.

“You believe that I liked your dinner now?” Your breath lingered against Melissa’s lips, earning yourself a smile and quick peck from her.

“Yeah, I do.” She kept smiling, only getting wider by the second.

The dishes were long forgotten about as the two of you made way to the living room for some cuddles and a movie. The movie was forgotten about as well, the two of you talking over the tv until you inevitably fell asleep against Melissa. It seemed when you were together, nothing else existed.

[ceruleanangel]

The Diamond of Zaun- Chapter Two

Pairings: Vi x Reader kiiiiinda Silco x Reader could be more later...

Tags: f!reader, performer!reader

Content Warnings: angst, kiiiiiiinda age gap! relationship

a/n: Chapter two everyone! this one actually gets into the plot so im really excited to see what y'all think. Also I'm making it to where Vi and reader are both 17 pre time skip, so around 24/25 after the time skip.

Also Also I've been binging some playthroughs of Final Fantasy VII and I'm absolutely smitten with Cloud Strife so don't be surprised if some drabbles of him come through teehee.

Chapter One

“I finally got a letter back”

Vi’s head instantly turned to you from the couch she was lazing on, 

“What does it say?” 

You held up the sealed envelope so Vi could see it. She quickly vaulted over the back of the couch to meet you where you stood at the entrance of the gang’s little clubhouse. She waits for you to open it, glancing back and forth between the letter and you, biting your nails in anticipation. “Oooh I can’t open it, I’m too nervous.” You extend the envelope to Vi, flashing a smile, “Can you do the honors?” Vi raises an eyebrow at you and tuts, but regardless, she takes the envelope. She messily tears it open, although careful to not damage the contents of the letter inside. She clears her throat and reads in a pretentious accent,

“Dear Miss Y/n L/n, 

With great pleasure, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Piltover Institute of Dance and Performing Arts-”

Vi wasn’t able to finish reading the letter before you grabbed her hands, jumping up and down squealing with excitement. You hop up on the boxing machine platform that has doubled as your mock stage over the years for your ‘grand performances.’ Mostly only for Vi. “I can see it now!” You spin on the stage, holding an air microphone, “Everyone will know my name…I’ll even have it in lights!!” You turn and smile down at Vi. You can feel your cheeks heat up as she looks up, smiling warmly at you. You nervously put down your hands and breathe out a small sigh of relief as she looks back down at the letter. Your excitement swiftly fades to confusion as Vi’s eyebrows furrow, and she continues reading,

“...and we eagerly await your presence on campus in Piltover one week from now… “ she looks up at you, the corners of her lips becoming down-turned, “You’re leaving us in one week?” You step down from the stage to stand in front of Vi once again. You don’t meet her eyes, looking towards the floor, 

“Well, classes would begin in one week so…” A moment of silence passes, both of you contemplating the limited amount of time you’ll now have together. You finally gather up the courage to look up at Vi and slip both of your hands into hers. She gazes back into your eyes, despite her tough exterior, you can sense the sadness in her expression. “I promise I’ll come back to you every weekend!” you convince, trying to coax a smile out of her face despite the melancholy moment. You pull her towards the make-shift stage, backing up until you can step up onto the platform. Your thumbs rub circles on her hands as you muster up your award winning smile, 

“You know that you’ll always be my favorite person to perform for.”

Current Time

It’s almost as if time had stopped, the way you stood frozen in the hallway outside of your dressing room. Your hand would have shaken if not for its stabling hold on the door. You could hear the blood pumping in your ears as your vision became foggy, the image of Vi fading from the sight of her in front of you, to the way you saw her seven years ago, bloodied and…

“Hey Dia, everything alright?” the sound of one of the club’s bouncers jumpstart your brain back into motion. You look towards him then follow his eyes back to Vi and also another tall girl with blue hair that you don't quite recognize, standing behind her. “Is there a problem?” You’re about to open your mouth when Vi hoists herself up from the couch, and strides up to you, placing her hand on your shoulder as she passes.  You can only watch, mouth agape, as she turns to the bouncer, grinning at him “No, no problem here, we were just heading out.” She takes ahold of your hand and slips somthing in it, nodding to the bouncer and continuing down the hallway. The blue-haired girl follows close behind, skittishly looking between you and the bouncer before jogging to catch up with Vi. Who is that girl?

Once your brain catches up with the events that just transpired, you move to catch up with them, her name fighting to be freed from your throat, but the bouncer grabs your arm, “Yes?” you hurriedly ask him, you keep your eyes locked on Vi, desperate to catch up with the mystery that is currently walking away from you, carrying all your answers with it.

 “Boss left something for ya in your office.”

That catches your attention, and you turn to the bouncer, “the Boss did?” “Yep, came and dropped it off himself.” Thoughts fly through your brain once again but you quickly filter through them, the time-sensitive ones flying to the top.  You glance back toward the hallway and once you see it’s empty, you rush toward the door and glance out into the bar. Your eyes squeeze shut in frustration once you realize that Vi is already long gone. You turn, retreating to the back hallway, letting your head fall, but your gaze reminds you of a folded piece of paper in your hand. You quickly return back to your dressing room and open it up. You chuckle at the chicken scratch handwriting thats virtually unintelligible, that is, to almost anyone but you.

Meet me in an hour. You know the place.

Shivers ran down your spine. As time went by, ghosts from your past always seemed to go away, either fading into something else or being gone permanently. 

This was not a ghost you’d ever thought you’d see again

After boring holes through the folded, crumpled paper with your stare, you set the note down to get ready. But once you glance up, you're reminded of the ‘something’ that was left in your room. 

Not noticing the grand bouquet of fresh flowers sitting square in front of you on the dressing table goes to show the level of distraction that you are currently dealing with. You sit up in your chair, breathing in the scent of fresh tulips. You cup one of the buds in your hands as you glimpse the corner of a card peeking out from the center. You pull it out and have no trouble reading the excellent penmanship, 

My Diamond,

I’m so terribly sorry I had to miss your show, but I have no doubt you were as dazzling as usual, please do take these as an apology 

-S

Compliments and other such flattery have long since grown weak on you, having heard everything in the book, but you pretend to not feel a slight heat on your cheeks as you place the note back into the bouquet. Instead, you pluck one flower out of the bundle and arrange it into your hair, pulling it up and back away from your face. You quickly change out of your performance outfit and into something you can wear through the streets of the underground. You slip out into the night, heading exactly where you know you’ll meet the pink-haired ghost of your past. 

~

You make sure to listen intently to your surroundings as you traverse your way to the old clubhouse. It being abandoned and such, you never know who could be slinking around, especially with Shimmer affecting the citizens the way it does, causing them to find solace in the shadows. You wish you could retreat in such shadows, but the light always seems to find you. 

You reach the broken glass window and navigate through, without marking yourself on the shards. Scars wouldn’t be good. No one likes a damaged product. The glass crunches under your boot as you wander through a place you once practically lived in. Your hand brushes against the boxing machine that holds so many memories. You looked up at the leaderboard. If the power was on it would show Vi holding the top places, and many more after that. Without your knowledge, a smile began to tug at your lips as wetness started to well up in your eyes. Your hands blindly start to grasp to find the switch. 

“Don’t bother, they won’t work.” You didn’t need to turn your head to know who was speaking from behind you. Nonetheless, you whirled around, once again glimpsing Vi and an unidentified blue-haired girl. You had questions about her, but those could wait. 

“Vi, I-” “Where's my sister?” you two spoke at the same time. “...your sister?” you spoke after a moment of silence. Vi began to stride towards you, her voice becoming more intense and frantic.

 “Yes, where's Powder, I need to find her now-” 

“Vi where have you been?” Vi stops in her tracks, only a few feet from you as you cut her off. You can feel your throat start to close up as tears start to well in your eyes. You will not let them fall. Your eyebrows furrow in anguish and frustration, why did she leave you?

“I thought you were dead and - and now you just reappear like nothing happened?” You glance down at the shards splintered on the cement floors down below, trying to blink away the wetness in your eyes. “...not even ask how I've been?” 

There's a moment of silence between you, but you refuse to look up into her eyes. You’re scared of anything you might see on her face, sadness, anger, but most of all, 

Indifference 

You could have never imagined the sinking in your stomach when what you were afraid to see is instead delivered to your ears,

“I don’t have time for this-I don't even know why I bothered…you’re too busy galavanting on stage, prancing around for everyone- for Silco.” She spat the words at you like it was poisen in her mouth. You finally look up at her in time to see her turning her back, “...You don’t care about us anymore.” She begins to take a step away but she stops at the sound of your voice,

“You have no idea what I care about!” Your chest tightens and the tears run freely down your cheeks. Images of the seven years you were apart, the seven years you had to do what you could to survive, images of the Garden. Your head buzzes with anger and anguish, and you release it all out onto Vi. You aren’t aware of what you’ll say next, the feelings that have been built up over the last seven years cause words to stream right from your heart to your tongue.

“You have no idea what I have done to protect those I care about...including you.”

You don’t even take a minute to catch your breath before taking long strides towards the broken glass in which you entered. But instead of moving out of the way of Vi you aggressively bump into her shoulder, leaving her stumbling as you continue to the exit. You kick in the glass at your feet, trampling smoothly through the gaping hole. The cool air from outside in the alley blows through your clothes as if they weren’t even there, swiftly calming your hot head and bringing you back to reality. You take a deep breath and turn your head, just enough to be perfectly silhouetted by the neon lights blazing on from outside the valley.

“And by the way, it’s not Powder. Your sister’s name is Jinx.”

Chapter Three

[sinfulsalutations]

Alright you beautiful writer you. Could I request, with no pressure or hurry or expectation, Howzer x Fem!Reader being reunited after he is broken out of prison? Like they were together for a while before he got arrested… NSFW if you’re feeling it. 💕 Much appreciation for you and your fantastic writing!!

𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕫𝕖𝕣

➼ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ☆ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ʜᴏᴡᴢᴇʀ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➼ ꜱᴜᴍᴍ��ʀʏ ☆ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛᴜᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴏᴡᴢᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀɪꜱᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʜᴜʀᴛ/ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴍɪʟᴅ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴ (ꜱᴇx), ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ ꜱᴇx

➼ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ☆ 1.2ᴋ

➼ ᴘᴏᴠ ☆ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ

⋆ ★ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴀꜱꜱ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ʙʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀꜱ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜱᴏᴏɴᴇʀ ɪꜰ ɪ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴜɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴏᴡᴢᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇꜱ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏɴᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʙɪɴɢᴏ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ 'ʜᴏᴡᴢᴇʀ' ᴀɴᴅ 'ɢɪꜰᴛ' ᴏɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴅꜱ. (ɪ ᴘᴜᴛ ɢɪꜰᴛ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ, ʟᴍᴀᴏ).

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

His immediate reaction, after months of separation and constant anxiety about each other's wellbeing, spending hours pondering and hoping to see you, touch you again, then finally getting that chance in this instant, is just to hold you.

Not to mash your lips together messily without order or dignity; not to say something profoundly romantic or amorous; Howzer instantly has the gut, instinctual urge to wrap you in his arms, wrap himself in your arms, and for the first time in months, feel safe.

You move first; with amble steps you creep closer, allowing him time to process the site in front of him, and offer a gentle smile. Though your muscles fight back against it, so accustomed to endless frowns and worry creases, it’s still a pass of kindness he’s been deprived of for months that you so desperately want him to feel; Howzer flashes a look, seeing it as well, but doesn’t say a word. He’s rather thankful to get the reassurance, to know that your love is still here, waiting for him, after so long.

Soft, gingerly hands reach to cup his face, heedful fingers curling around his jaw and tilting his head down to meet your eyes. Your thumb absentmindedly trails over the scar on his cheek, look into his eyes, that gorgeous face and well-kept hair that you so desperately missed and wished to feel against your skin again, to see and hold again, and let out a shaky exhale. He smiles softly, but it’s still so washed down he’s barely recognizable. Frustration boils deep inside of you, but doesn’t dare surface; you know he’s going to need a moment before he’s back to his full self.

Before you can say anything, Howzer nuzzles his face into your neck and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you tight to his warm body. You can feel how he takes a deep, deep inhale, nose pressed to your skin and slowly moving to press against your hair, taking in your scent, taking in you, holding you there for a long moment. Your hands reach up and grip his shoulders to keep him steady as he trembles where he stands.

Howzer brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and tilts his head up, softly asking, delicate and quiet in your ear,

“Were you safe?”

You nod softly, screwing your lips tight. He sounds so worried, all the anxieties and hardships from months of Imperial imprisonment and separation flowing from Howzer’s veins to yours. You’d gone through so many paths of thought and paranoia yourself; to imagine what he might’ve felt and dealt with makes your heartache.

“Was everything okay?” Howzer then asks. You feel his eyelashes brush against you, fluttering softly as he scrunches them tight in concentration. Without hesitation, you move your hands and hold his face again, handling him to press your foreheads together. Howzer relaxes ever so slightly in your grasp.

“It was,” You tell him. He doesn’t open his eyes, but you don’t mind. In your way, you understand completely. As you continue talking, his hands leave your waist and are placed over yours, gripping them softly and messily interlocking your fingers. “But I worried.”

He only nods, muttering ‘I know, I know,’ and allowing you to repeat it for him, to emphasize.

“I worried so much .”

Another nod.

“I know, I know.”

Another stifled hiccup.

“And–you’re okay.”

Howzer’s hand moves, guiding yours to his mouth and he carefully kisses your palm, eyebrows knitted, before he brings it back to his cheek and opens his eyes. The tight strings holding his face together come undone the instant your eyes meet, and he offers you a bigger smile than before. One of relief, of love. 

“I am,” He says.

You can’t stop yourself. With an anguished heave, you pull Howzer down to your lips, seizing him in the way you’ve dreamt of, wished for every night when he’d been taken from you.

He squeezes your hands tight while his mouth presses to yours with equal fire, before his dexterous hands dislodge themselves from you and descend to trail over your body, finding his favorite places in your dips and crescents again, relearning how you feel against him. It’s a slow, gentle exploration. One of two lovers recapitulating each other, even after pelts of obstacles and separation, and fit together like two puzzle pieces.

Howzer lets out a dark sigh against your lips before letting his lips part, swiping his tongue over your lips and pushing past. He doesn’t need your permission; he never does. To still give him such trust in both directions has your heart beating faster, practically jumping out of your chest. Howzer can feel it; he separates for a moment to smile, brighter and wider than before. You blink back a lone tear that threatens to ruin such a perfect moment.

“Howzer,” You mutter absentmindedly.

”Yes?” He answers.

Silence, contentment and peaceful stillness take over the whole atmosphere. You want him, need him so bad, desperately crave breaking down the last barrier, and finally prove to your brain that the man you love is right here, with you, rightfully returned.

You want to speak, but all that comes out of you is a whine.

Howzer hums thoughtfully as if he knows exactly what you mean to say.

”I’m here, mesh’la,” He tells you, closing in again and caressing your lips with his. “I know, it doesn’t feel real. It’s the same for me.”

Your eyes flutter close and you nod with a strained sigh, dislodged and sore in your throat. His lips trail away and place a kiss on your temple. Howzer’s hands trail further down until they reach the backs of your thighs.

He finalizes the sentiment with sweet, low words whispered in your ear.

”But we’re back home. I’m back home. Where I belong. I’ll do anything to make sure we both remember that.”

He has you held against him. You don’t even realize that he’s slowly guided you to your room until your back has met the mattress. You squeal softly and he shushes you affectionately with a slow peck. But you can feel the sly grin he barely contains.

It's such a gift, to hold him like this. Like the Maker has finally decided to bestow on you what he'd so rudely taken from you. You strip each other down, slowly and methodically with no rush, placing kisses on newly exposed skin and mouthing mumbles and mutters of longing and adoration into each other's bodies, then meeting the other's eyes to offer a bittersweet smile. 

Howzer holds his cock halfway inside of you, grunting softly when you sigh sugary soft and kiss his hairline.

“You’re okay," You whisper, half to him, half to yourself as reassurance.

He nods, lips strung tight together and just heaving. Holding back, savoring every single crevice of you he'll receive.

“I am,” Howzer says.

You sigh softly as he trails his thumb over your clit, the other hand holding your waist steady against the mattress.

“We’re–We’re okay,” You stammer out, eyes flitting up and away from his intense gaze. Howzer reaches in, his hum rumbling from his chest and vibrating against your skin, and he places a wet, hot kiss on your jaw.

“Yeah, we are. We are–just like this. Kriff .” He lets a curse leave his mouth as he feels you clench around him, as if beckoning him to give you more, make sure you damn well know that he is here, with you, finger-fucking you while you hold back tears of pent-up pain and relief.

And when he finally buries himself to the end of you, hands and eyes interlocked, Howzer knows he’s returned home.

dividers by @saradika ~ tags: @clonexreaderbingo @starstofillmydream @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana @sleepycreativewriter @shinyshayminflower @secondaryrealm @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @anotherschuylersister @wolffegirlsunite @starrylothcat

[sr-sam-bodypillow]

thinking about kaif blackmailing stan...

stan is basically an idol of some description, he gets up on stage with the rest of his idol group and dances and sings his heart out. love live! type bullshit.

anyway he has to keep a very squeaky clean image, at least in this early stage of his career. later on he can do whatever but now even something as simple as drinking alcohol could have backlash if it is leaked

so of course he goes and does something he’s not supposed to. idk what

unfortunately for him, he hasn’t realised he has a stalker- sorry, number one fan. it’s kaif

kaif gets photos of stan doing this thing and instantly sees his opportunity

he sends stan an anonymous message, telling him to come to this hotel room at this time in his idol costume or risk having the photos leaked.

stan shows up, as asked, completely unaware of what he’s getting himself into.

kaif has set up multiple hidden cameras around the room, and asks stan to sit on a chair in the middle of the room

when stan does, he promptly ties the younger man to it and gets to work

he takes his time to grope and squeeze at every single part of stan’s body, his thighs, legs, chest, stomach and hips, slowly undoing the buttons on his uniform and exposing more and more of his pale skin

he eventually pulls the uniform away enough to expose his nipples, and he plays with them as he slowly undoes stan’s pants, revealing to the cameras the very noticeable erection in his underwear as he whimpers and cries helplessly, entirely at kaif’s mercy

now that stan is like this, kaif moves away to set up a much more high quality camera in front of stan, making sure he sees kaif doing this. kaif introduces the two of them to the camera, and explains that this video is about finding stan’s “limits” through testing. stan is absolutely terrified, but he knows this hotel room is soundproofed and if he screams all it will do is make it worse.

first off, he decides to test where stan’s gag reflex is by shoving his fingers down stan’s throat, making a show of turning stan’s head so that potential viewers can see just how much of kaif’s fingers are actually in stan’s mouth. kaif is very eager upon finding that stan doesn’t have a gag reflex, removing his fingers from his throat and putting them into his own mouth and licking stan’s saliva off them, before purring in stan’s ear about how he “tastes so fucking good”.

then he tests if stan bruises easily by giving him hickeys, biting down on his exposed neck till he’s absolutely covered

next he tests how sensitive stan’s nipples are, by leaning down and kissing his chest, licking at them and messily sucking at them like he’s making out with stan’s chest. kaif’s conclusion is that they are very sensitive, and stan makes good noises- even when he’s crying and begging for kaif to stop.

then, he tests if stan’s a masochist by slipping on a shock collar when he’s distracted and shocking him gently. the answer to this question is a resounding yes.

he moves down to stan’s still clothed cock which is straining painfully against the fabric, twitching with need as stan squirms in his seat. he pulls stan’s pants and underwear down, letting it sit around his ankles, and marvels at his exposed length, making a very big show out of measuring it, gently running his fingers up and down it, murmuring to stan about how fucking beautiful he is right now

he pulls stan’s legs apart, exposing his ass more, and states his next text for the camera. how many fingers can stan fit inside of him? stan panics, thrashing slightly to try and escape whilst kaif moves over to the camera and gives the rough measurement of length and width of his own fingers so that the audience can figure out how much stan is being stretched, but the ropes are far too tight.

he lubes up his fingers, before very slowly sliding one in. he is painfully slow with everything he does, pumping it in and out of stan briefly before slowly sliding the second one in, then the third, then the fourth

stan feels like he’s about to cum by now no matter how much he doesn’t want to, but just as he gets there, kaif pulls his fingers out

stan whines hopelessly as he does, trying to ignore the way his hips buck and thrust at the air, desperate for release.

kaif’s next question is how does stan taste? stan’s a bit confused, and he doesn’t have much time to prepare before kaif takes his cock into his mouth

he’s slow and deliberate, gently kissing the side as he licks all the way along the shaft, occasionally putting the entire thing into his mouth and moving his head back and forth

this goes on for quite a while, and stan nearly cums at least five times before kaif pulls away and gives him enough time to recover before diving straight back in

kaif’s final conclusion on this is that stan tastes very good.

kaif has just one more test for stan now, and it’s quite a simple one

how well can stan take kaif’s cock?

he quickly undresses himself and lubes up as he unties stan from the chair, keeping his arms bound as he pulls him up to the bed, sitting him on his lap, their dicks nearly touching each other.

stans too overwhelmed to fight back as kaif lifts him up and pushes himself inside of him, before beginning to slowly fuck stan, wrapping his arms around him to pull him as close as he can, kissing his neck and whispering in his ear about how he’s doing such a good job

kaif’s moans soon join stan’s broken ones, and kaif finally lets stan cum as he thrusts into him deeply before finishing inside of him, holding him close

kaif smiles at the camera before turning it off, saying to stan that he’s so excited for the next time they do this

after all, kaif’s just given stan even more ammunition. this isn’t stopping soon, and eventually kaif will have stan completely under his thumb

[allthingsfangirl101]

TOS Chapter 21: *A New Start

Masterlist

Warnings: protected sex, first time, language

The two allowed their emotions and desires to take over the second they walked into Steve's house. Their lips moved messily in sync as they fell through the front door.

"Steve," she mumbled, without breaking the kiss. She slowly broke the kiss and smirked up at him. "Lead the way."

"Follow me," he whispered. He grabbed her hand and led her upstairs. Her stomach did all kinds of flips as she followed Steve to his room.

They walked in and he instantly turned toward Alice. He pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her waist. She looked deeply into his eyes as she snaked her arms up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. She stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his.

Steve let out a deep-throated moan as he started to kiss her back. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. Things slowly started to get faster and rougher.

Alice was the first one to take a step closer to doing the thing she had never done. Without breaking the kiss, she reached down and started undoing his pants. Steve smirked into the kiss as she helped her pull off his pants.

The second they were around his ankles, he kicked them aside. He then moved on to her pants. She did the same thing he did once her pants hit the ground. They broke the kiss, laughing, as they stumbled backward and fell onto Steve's bed.

Steve looked into Alice's eyes as he carefully adjusted so he wasn't completely on top of her. He reached up and gently cupped her face in his hands. He wanted to say something but he couldn't think of the right thing to say to her. So he kissed her instead.

Alice gasped as his lips came crashing down onto hers. She moaned as the kiss instantly deepened. Their lips moved messily, giving their tongues small opportunities to slip into each other's mouths and begin exploring.

She has never been kissed like this and she didn't want to stop. Steve brought his hips down, grinding them against Alice's. Their moans soon fell in sync as they started to find their rhythm.

He pulled away from her lips and started sucking on her neck. She gasped when he bit down. Alice wasn't sure what to do while he explored her neck. Instead of just lying there, she slipped her hands under his shirt. She let out a small giggle when he moaned at her cold hands on his stomach.

Steve felt his heart plummet into his stomach when he slowly pushed Alice's shirt up her body and saw the Incurable Wound. It was mostly healed but you could still see it. It was starting to scar.

"Is this okay?" Steve gasped, struggling to pull his eyes away from Alice's wound. "I mean, are you okay?"

"We're back home," Alice explained. "Everything Joyce did to help my wound and everything my abilities did to help it have fixed it. What I'm trying to say, Steve, is I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

To respond, Alice finished pulling off her shirt and tossed it aside. Steve let out a moan as she moved her hands from her shirt to his. He smirked as he let her take off his shirt.

Alice moaned when Steve leaned down, pressing his chest to hers. She arched her back, pushing their chests even closer, and giving him enough space to slip his hands under her.

Steve froze when Alice gasped. He pulled away and studied her face, trying to sort through her millions of thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Steve whispered, shifting so he wasn't pressing down on her as much.

"It's just. . ." She hesitated. "I've never done this before, Steve, so I'm a little nervous."

"There's nothing to be nervous about," he whispered. "If we ever go too far or you need to slow down, please tell me. The last thing I want to do is make you feel uncomfortable, Alice. Promise me you'll tell me if you need or want something."

"I want to do this," Alice said instantly. "I really want to do this, Steve."

"Then let's do it," Steve dropped his voice, sending chills up Alice's spine. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. She smiled into the kiss as she instantly started moving her lips in sync with Steve's.

Steve slipped his fingers into the waistband of her underwear. He broke the kiss so he could watch as he slid her underwear down her legs. She gasped when she felt the cold air hit a spot she's never felt this tender before.

He tossed them aside, not caring where they landed. All he wanted to focus on was making Alice feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Because to him, she was.

They stared into each other's eyes as he grabbed her hands and brought them to the waistband of his boxers. They didn't break eye contact as they slid his boxers off together.

"Holy shit," Alice moaned once his boxers had reached his knees, completely revealing himself.

"Just wait," he growled.

She gasped when he pressed his lips back to hers. They instantly fell back into their newfound rhythm. As things continued to speed up, Steve grabbed Alice's waist. When he squeezed her hips, it made her gasp. With a smirk against her lips, he slipped his hands under her body.

Alice bit his lip when she felt him dance his hands up her back until they got to her bra. She couldn't help but be surprised by how easy it was for Steve to unhook her bra. She gasped when it popped open.

Steve sat up, grabbed her bra straps, and slowly pulled her bra off. She held her breath as her chest was slowly exposed. They took a second, fully taking in each other's naked bodies.

"Damn," he moaned. "You're so fucking beautiful."

"Wow," she whispered, "no one's. . . No one has ever told me that."

"They should," Steve said through a clenched jaw as he lowered his body closer to hers. "I'll never stop calling you beautiful."

Alice had a moment of confusion when Steve acted like he was getting out of bed. He leaned over and grabbed something out of his bedside table.

"What are you doing?"

Steve looked over at Alice, a soft smile spreading across his face as his heart flipped.

"Before we get started," Steve gently explained, "we need to put on protection."

"Why?"

Steve's heart sank when he realized what she truly meant when she said she'd never done this. Yes, she's never slept with anyone but she didn't even realize what sex was.

"It's safe sex."

"Safe? It's dangerous?"

"Well," he said slowly, "if you don't want to get pregnant. . ."

"Oh," she said, her voice dropping as she looked away. Steve let out a small sigh when he saw the embarrassment wash over Alice.

"Hey," he whispered, getting her to look at him. "It's okay."

"I basically lived my entire life in that damn lab," she said, her voice breaking making Steve's heart do the same. "I've tried to learn things but. . . This is so embarrassing. I'm sorry, Steve."

"Don't be," he smiled. "You don't need to be embarrassed in front of me, Alice. If you ever have questions, you don't need to hesitate to ask me."

Steve leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He felt her let out a sigh of relief as she started kissing him back. She broke the kiss and rubbed her nose against his.

"I have one for you, Steve."

"What is it?"

"Where were we?" Alice whispered. As much as he wanted to jump right in, he needed to make sure she was ready for this.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Steve leaned back, looking into her eyes. She bit her bottom lip and nodded. He smiled as her cheeks turned pink. Steve lowered onto his elbow, bringing himself closer to her.

"I believe I was about to do something," he chuckled. Alice watched in curiosity as Steve opened the condom and slipped it on. He glanced back up at her and smiled softly.

"If this gets too much, Alice, please tell me."

Alice hesitated. She looked into Steve's soft understanding eyes. He reached up and gently stroked her chin with his thumb.

"I'm not sure what to. . . How this. . . What do we. . . I don't know what to do." The longer she stuttered, the softer her face got.

Steve leaned in and whispered in her ear. As he explained what sex was and what they were about to do, Alice could feel her whole body burning.

"Please," she begged. "Please, Steve. Do it. Do everything. Everything you just said. Start doing it."

"Yes, ma'am," he moaned.

Alice gasped when Steve pressed his lips to hers. They didn't bother wasting time as they roughly kissed each other. She bit his lip when he gently pushed into her. She broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

Steve leaned his forehead against hers, not moving his hips quite yet. He wanted her to get used to this new feeling. He watched as her chest quickly went up and down.

"You okay?" He whispered.

"It's a little. . . Tight."

Steve smirked, trying not to be too proud of himself. She looked up at him through her eyelashes.

"Why'd you stop?"

He let out a deep-throated moan as he slowly began pushing in and pulling out of her. Every time he moved, Alice gasped. She squeezed her eyes shut, breathing heavily as Steve focused on making her feel good.

He didn't care about anything right now other than Alice. He wanted to be there as she experienced new things. He wanted to help her through these new experiences.

"Steve," Alice moaned.

Damn. He loved hearing her moan his name.

"Is this good for you?" She asked. Alice opened her eyes and tried to figure out if he was enjoying this as much as she was. Steve looked down at her with soft eyes.

"Of course, baby," he said under his breath. "This feels amazing."

"I just. . . I don't know what you're used to and. . . I don't want to disappoint you."

"You could never disappoint me," he said quickly. "I really like you, Alice. All I care about is making you feel amazing."

Alice slid her hands up his back, smirking when she felt his goosebumps forming. She slowly wrapped her leg around Steve's waist, bringing him even closer to her. This made her and Steve both gasp in sync.

"There we go," Steve said through his teeth. He leaned down and started kissing and sucking on her neck.

The idea of giving Alice her first hickey made him bite down harder. The idea of giving Alice her first orgasm made him rock his hips against hers even more.

He slid down and pressed his face between her breasts. Alice arched her back, moaning louder than she's ever moaned as he touched her in ways she's never been touched. He smirked against her breasts as he wrapped his mouth around her nipple.

"Holy shit, Steve!"

"Fucking hell, Alice," he groaned against her breasts.

Alice gasped when she felt something. Steve slowly pulled away from her chest with a teasing smirk on his face. She looked down, not understanding what happened.

"Is this. . ."

"It's fine," he chuckled. He moved so he was hovering over her. "It's actually a good thing."

"Oh," she said under her breath. Steve watched as her cheeks turned pink.

"So?" He teased. Alice looked up at him, nervously biting her bottom lip.

"It was. . . Incredible."

Steve laughed as he leaned down and pressed his lips softly to hers. Alice was the one who deepened the kiss. They broke the kiss, rubbing their noses together.

"So it wasn't a disappointing first time?"

"Of course not," she giggled. "It was perfect."

[widowwaddles]

Don’t Go Baking My Heart

Summary: After a breakup, you decide to pack up your life and move to Westview. A coworker recommends you join the local community's cooking class in order to settle into the new town. It sounded like a great idea, you could learn a new skill (that you desperately need) and meet new people. However, nothing could have prepared you for the green-eyed beauty you met during class. Maybe you'll end up leaving the class with more than just a basic understanding of cooking.

Masterlist

Part 2

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Moving to a new town was never easy, especially immediately after a breakup, but it was a decision you decided to make. After being in a long-term relationship, you felt like you needed a fresh start and needed to find yourself again. It wasn’t the fault of your ex and you honestly didn’t notice at the time, but you slowly started to feel like you were drowning in the relationship. The wants and interests you had before started to fade over time in favor of the things that your ex wanted or what felt like the right moves for the relationship.

And that is how you ended up here, at the local community center’s cooking class. Since moving to Westview, you have been ordering takeout every day and while the restaurants around had delicious food, your wallet could no longer handle the late-night food extravaganzas. You couldn’t blame your past relationship for your lack of skills in the kitchen, so joining this class felt like a natural progression. A coworker recommended you check it out and you decided it was a good idea, plus it was a great way to meet new people in town.

As you walk into the room, you started looking around. There are 6 workstations, split into three rows with a much larger station at the front. Each station had a large amount of counter space with a sink at the end. You could see two small stools underneath each station. As you walk further into the room you observe a small group conversing near the front. You sit behind the farthest station, silently praying you aren’t taking someone's assigned spot. The longer you sit the more anxious you start to become. Everything is starting to hit you at once, all the decisions leading up to this moment.

Deciding to come here alone without knowing anyone else in Westview, besides your coworkers. What were you thinking? ‘Maybe it should have been better to come next month when you were more settled or at least able to bring someone with you’. Sitting here alone like the new kid in the class was bringing back unpleasant memories you wanted to forget. ‘Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to wait a little longer, you could even pick up the ingredients for sandwiches on the way home and just live off of that until then. Yeah, that actually sounds like a great plan’ you rationalize in your head. Coming to a decision, you rush towards the door, hoping you aren’t drawing any attention. Just as you were about to reach your final destination, you feel yourself crash into something...

More like someone.

“I’m so sorry” you rush out, extending your hand to the person you practically tackled. “I was not looking where I was going and-”

“Hey, I’m okay and it was an accident. I get it” they say while taking your hand. As you pull them up, you decide to get a good look at the person you knocked down.

Instantly you were mesmerized by green eyes.

Your heart immediately starts to race as you see her tuck the brown hair messily covering her face behind her ear. Your focus shifts to her lips, as her mouth, starts to move again, and you nod along lazily despite having no idea what she was saying. She eventually settles on a smile, and you feel your mouth forming into one as well when you look back into her eyes. She is looking at you expectantly, immediately snapping you out of the spell you were under. You felt embarrassment rush through your body as you thought of how long you’d spent looking at her without saying anything.

“Uhhh, I’m sorry. Could you repeat that again?” You say shyly, slightly diverting your eyes, knowing you would get lost the minute you looked back at hers.

“I said I haven’t seen you here before, are you new to town?” She repeats, with the same smile from before as she awaits your response.

“Yeah, I just moved here about a month ago for work. One of my coworkers had actually recommended this class to me and I thought it’d be a good idea to check it out. I’m hoping that by the end of it, my kitchen will actually look like someone uses it” you say jokingly, wanting to end your nervous ramble.

“I hope you are settling in well” she says. She turns her body to face the group that you originally saw when you first arrived. She smiles again. “This may be a small town, but everyone is welcoming. I don’t think you’ll have much trouble fitting in”.

Looking at her eyes, you can see how proud she felt about her fellow townspeople. As you follow her gaze, you can understand why. The group continues to converse animatedly before breaking out in laughter. You begin to feel more at ease, realizing this situation isn’t as intimidating as you had thought. You could do this. Feeling a new burst of confidence you turn back to the woman.

“I know we just met and I kind of ran you over, but would you… maybe want to sit next to me for class today?” You say, confidence slightly wavering as you finished the question. You quickly continue, before she could respond. “I mean, I don’t even know your name yet, but you’ve helped me feel more comfortable here than anyone else” you finish weakly, looking down at your hands. You can feel yourself being pulled into your thoughts as you start second-guessing the decision of asking her.

“Hey,” the woman says softly, interrupting the internal turmoil you were beginning to feel trapped in. You suddenly feel soft hands grabbing yours, only then do you realize they were slightly shaking. “Everything is okay, you haven’t done anything wrong,” she says as if she could instantly read where your mind had gone. “Just breathe for me, okay?” she asks softly. Looking back up and meeting her eyes, you a deep breath, following her request. She squeezes your hands after sensing you were much calmer than you were a moment ago.

“Feeling better?” she asks, with a small smile.

“Yeah, much better” You reply, smiling back. “Thanks”.

“No problem… and now is the perfect time to introduce ourselves,” she says jokingly, you laugh alone welcoming the change in topic. “I’m Wanda and you are…?” grinning as she awaits your response.

“Y/n,” you say, mimicking the grin on her face before continuing again. “And thank you again, Wanda. I’ve been a bit of a mess since I’ve been here, that’s kinda why I ran into you before. It’s been a long day” you confess, taking a long breath.

“It’s okay, I can understand how overwhelming it can feel moving to a new place. I remember what it was like when I first moved here. I wasn’t any better” she says, with a far-off look in her eyes. “But it gets easier.”

Before you could respond, you see her eyes widen as she looks at the clock. “Class should be starting soon” she rushes out. “But to answer your question from before, I-”

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite new hire,” a voice with a familiar Russian accent, effectively cutting Wanda off before she could answer. Before you could turn around to see who had graciously interrupted your conversation, an arm is thrown across your shoulders. Your body jumps in surprise. Turning your head, you instantly recognize the intruder. The one and only, Yelena Belova, aka the only coworker you’ve gotten close to since moving to Westview.

“You look surprised to see me here, did you honestly think I’d recommend this place and leave you by yourself?” she says, looking offended. The shocked look on your face instantly morphs into a smile, relief flooding your body.

“I should have known you would be here” you admit. It’s never been easy for you to make friends so when you began working you had already prepared yourself for a lonely 2-3 months until you felt more comfortable. Yelena had been the one to approach you first and despite being much louder than expected, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.  If there was anything you learned about Yelena, it was that she was persistent.

Quickly she was able to worm her way into your daily routine by joining you on your lunch breaks. You bonded over your shared lack of skills in the kitchen, though Yelena would argue her Mac & Cheese recipe would say otherwise. Soon lunch breaks within the break room turned into excursions as you two unknowingly began eating out at every restaurant in town for lunch.  Despite spending so much time together, you didn’t know if she had actually seen you as a true friend outside of work. You were more than okay with just having her as a work friend, but seeing her now just proves that your friendship was much stronger than you had originally thought.

Turning your body around, you wrap your hands around her back and pull her into a hug. She slowly wraps her other arm around your shoulder, before giving you awkward pats on your back. “You did not just do that,” You say pushing her away, laughing. “I know you like me better than that Belova” poking her cheeks and smiling sweetly, knowing you’d get the perfect reaction out of her.

“HEYY-” Yelena begins to yell but you quickly cover your hand over her mouth, not wanting to draw the attention of everyone in the room.

“Don’t you dare start yelling in here” you say lowly while looking into her eyes, starting to regret the decision of even messing with her in the first place. There’s a silent agreement between you two as you nod and remove your hand from over her mouth. The moment of silence was interrupted by a soft giggle. Looking at the source of the sound, you both turn back to Wanda.  Her face is slightly turned down and she has her hand over her mouth trying to silence the laughs that desperately want to come out.

“It’s good to see you again Yelena” Wanda gets out after taking a breath, face still slightly red from laughing.

“Likewise, it’s been a while” Yelena replies.

“Okay well if you two are done here class is going to start,” Wanda says while looking between you two. Her eyes settle back on you and she smiles. “I think you’ll be just fine today” she finishes, before walking away.

“Let’s go Y/n, we have to get to our station ” Yelena says pulling you to the nearest empty station.

“But I had already asked Wanda to -” you began telling Yelena but a clap from the front cuts you off.

“Okay, everyone. I hope you all are settled. For this class, we are going to be making a classic, Chicken Pot Pie” the instructor says, enthusiastically. To say you were shocked would be an understatement, but it’s not from choice in food. As you look to the front of the room, you make eye contact with the instructor and they smile.

Wanda smiles at you.

Wanda is the instructor.

Wanda, the woman who you practically tackled in the process of trying to leave before the class started. The woman who you had a nervous breakdown in front of after asking her to be your partner. You groan, bending your head in embarrassment as you replay every interaction you’ve had with her since being here.

“Before we begin, as some of you may have noticed, we have a new face in town. Everyone meet Y/n” Wanda says.

Suddenly you could feel all the eyes in the room on you, knowing it didn’t take long to figure out that you were the new person. You awkwardly raise your hand and wave, praying your face isn’t making any weird expressions. Judging by the loud laugh heard from beside you, you know for certain that it definitely was not a pleasant look.

Yelena tries to cover her laugh with a cough “Don’t mind my friend here, she’s a little nervous. But very excited to get started today. We shouldn’t keep the newbie waiting, right Wanda?”. It was definitely an attempt to shift people’s attention away from you and it appears to have worked as Wanda nods.

“Let’s get started” Wanda says firmly, commanding the attention back to the front once more.

You sigh to yourself. This was going to be a long class.

[elis-corner]

hi hi! i havent requested before but here goes- i was wondering if you could do a hermitcraft x reader where the reader is just entirely stupid, and just kinda climbs anything and everything. i was hoping they might be a bit younger and their relationship to the hermits is almost a parent/guardian figure thing? thank you!

p.s. could i be snail anon? 🐌🐌

Hey there 🐌! I apologise for the wait, been a bit rough the last few months. I love this idea, and it literally instantly put a cartoony image of some tired hermit with the reader just flung over their shoulder, maybe trying to test how edible their clothing is... Hermits parenting? Absolutely. I could go on and on about Dadsuma. It turned a bit more into a mischievous/childish reader, and climbing became being reckless, but I’ve tried my best. Kids aren’t exactly my strong suit. And I had to break down “Hermitcraft” to specifically a group with an easy dynamic, so I went with Mumbo, Scar, and Grian. Hope that’s alright!

Alright, enough stalling, here it is!

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What Goes Around Comes Around

‘Come on!’ you yell, sprinting ahead of the trio of chaos behind you. You can feel bits of fragile endstone splintering off as your shoes slam against it, sending the fragments tumbling, on occasion floating for a moment before remembering their need to fall.

‘How do you run that fast?’ Mumbo stared at you as your form slowly shrunk on the horizon. ‘The gravity in the End is not normal, and yet you treat it like nothing! And for goodness sake, hold a Totem, y/n.’

‘Because it isn’t. Now hurry up,’ you whine, stopping to face them. ‘The End Cities aren’t going to raid themselves.’

Scar bit into an Elven Kiss, each bite slowly bringing him closer and closer to where you stood waiting. ‘Wait up,’ he chuckled, despite being so out of breath from trying to catch up without any elven assistance. ‘I need to fix my elytra, and we’re already heading in the direction of the enderman farm. Let’s just- stop off there first.’

You reluctantly agree, trudging at a slower pace for the short distance to your detour. ‘Are you done yet? This is taking forever,’ you whined.

‘Alright,’ Grian exclaimed. ‘You can go ahead if you want. We’re going as fast as we can.’

‘But I don’t want to go alone,’ you grumbled. Slowly, you made your way towards the edge of the platform. The void looms below you, a single misstep, and it would envelop you and everything you owned, obliterating so much time and effort, and put you through so much pain. ‘It’s only fun with you guys.’

Grian crossed his arms as he turned to face you again. ‘Well I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to wait don’t do that y/n–.’ But his warning came too late. You leaned backwards, letting the void take you within its grasp. Its icy fingers clawed at your shoulders as you fell further and further into oblivion.

This wasn’t right–the farm was further down than you remembered; you had already fallen too far. You could feel the excruciating pain of the void freezing you, slowly devouring you. Your hands fumbled as you tried to light your rockets to fly out of there and emerge from your joke victorious, but the cold of the void rendered you immobile, and the rockets slipped from your grasp.

You feel a sudden force jolting you upwards, the fabric of your shirt wrapped tightly around your back and sides, and yet not your chest. Your head rolled backwards, and your limbs hung by your sides. Lifting your head with a great effort by your neck, you could make out a small figure with large, vibrant wings, attempting to drag you away from your self-induced demise. Grian tossed you onto the platform, collapsing in a heap beside you.

‘Why do you do this to us,’ he breathed heavily. Despite his hair falling messily in front of his eyes, you could see him staring you down as he bit his lip in order not to say anything more.

‘It was just a bit of fun,’ you defended your actions, ‘and it’s not my fault I fell too far and lost my rockets.’

Mumbo laughed airily in that tone of disbelief usually saved for a certain persky bird. ‘That’s entirely your fault! Whose else would it be?’

You shrug. ‘I dunno… Scar’s, for making us stop here?’

‘Well now, I think that’s a bit of a harsh assumption to put on a poor elf, just tryin’ to make his way in the world!’

You jump to your feet. ‘Doesn’t matter anyway. You done?’

‘Done with what?’

‘Fixing your elytra so we can go!’ You shake your head in misplaced disbelief. ‘I’ll see you guys there.’ You glide towards the Gateway, your own elytra breaking suddenly, damaged from your previous fall. You hit the ground with a thud, white particles exploding around you. Your items scattered everywhere, a few items tumbling off the edge into the Void.

Mumbo choked at the sight. ‘Do we help them, or…?’

Grian laughed and spread his wings. ‘We’ll gather their items and leave them in a shulker box. I’m not waiting any longer. It’s their own fault, and what goes around comes around.’

[ykwrites]

Meeting you

Pairing: Aone x f!reader.

Rating:NSFW mdni.

Warnings: It´s nsfw, so you can imagine, graphic descriptions of sx.Unprotected. Mentions of a!cohol.

Characters are aged up!

MY MASTERLIST

Parties, the weird social meetings were everyone gets drunk, dances and does stupid shit with their friends. 

Tonight wasn’t different from others, the party was held in a house you already knew well, not your first visit, so after a few light shots and dumb dances, you messily returned to a spot that had become your favourite to relax in between the noise and crazyness, a yellow beat down couch, cozy but with a good view of everything so you could keep an eye on your friends. 

Smiling, you watched some of them dancing like maniacs, jumping around like they were having the best time of their lives. 

Apart from your friends, a lot of known faces crowded the place, people that knew other people but weren´t really close outside groups. 

‘‘Y/n!’’Sugawara practically screamed into your ear, his voice as drunk as he was. 

‘‘What?’‘you screamed back. 

‘‘You want another drink?’‘he managed to say, shaking his full glass of alcohol in front of your face. 

‘‘No’‘

‘‘Come dance later, I´ll be over there’‘

In his head, Sugawara probably pointed somewhere that made a lot of sense and not the ceiling, but alas he just giggled and left. 

You were just tipsy enough to enjoy things without passing out or not controlling your body, and for now that was the perfect condition.

Kuroo tried to make you dance from afar, but you declined pointing that your feet hurt and actually took your heels off, at the same time someone sat down next to you. 

Crossing your legs up and putting a pillow on your lap, you looked to see who it was, finding who your friends called ‘’the stone wall’’, a huge dude with white hair and a quite serious face.

‘‘You got tired too?’‘you asked, trying to start a casual conversation.

He turned to look at you,it surprised you to see his face instantly flushed and Adam´s apple moving when he gulped before responding. 

‘‘My friends were bothering me’‘

‘‘Oh, mine do that too’‘laughing, you pointed at Sugawara making stupid faces from across the room. 

‘‘They are good players’‘he said.

‘‘You guys are too, I saw you at last week´s match’’

‘’I know’‘

He did?, probably when Nishinoya screamed he looked and saw you cheering for your friends.

Talking to this guy was the equivalent of talking to a wall, and maybe that´s why he had the nickname and not because of his volleyball status. 

‘‘What´s your name?’‘a mix of curiosity and finding him interesting made you ask.

‘‘Aone’‘

‘‘Nice to meet you, I´m Y/n’‘

‘‘I know’‘

‘‘You do?’’

‘‘Yeah, Hinata told me’’

‘‘That little tangerine’‘you joked, his face not cracking even a tiny smile ‘’Why is he talking about me to other people?’’

‘‘I asked him, I hope it doesn´t bother you’‘

It didn’t,having in mind you both moved in the same circle he would end up knowing anyway, but it surprised you that he asked specifically for your name when you didn’t cross a word with him before.

“Don’t worry”you smiled “it’s fine”

“I wanted to talk to you for a long time”

Now, picture this, the entire conversation had been and still was, you smiling and him showing no emotion apart from his cheeks slightly blushed.

“Why didn’t you?”

“You make me nervous”

Okay, his face STONE COLD but him saying that, started to get a bit weird, but still not uncomfortable, it actually got you more interested.

“You get nervous around girls in general? It happens to me with being social and all that, but I just drink to be brave and do it”you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“I don’t drink”

“I mean, whatever makes you happy”

“Would you dance with me?”

Quickly, you nodded and got up, offering your hand for him to take and drag him into the crowd of drunk people dancing. At first you stopped and looked at him, expecting a reaction or a move, because honestly he didn´t look like someone who dances and you ended up locking your eyes with his, moving slowly to the rhythm. 

His eyes had something misterious about them, for some reason his intense gaze gave you shivers, and not in a negative way, it made you want to kiss him. Blame it on the alcohol.

Now small flashbacks of you and your girlfriends commenting about how you imagined some guys were in bed came flooding your judgement. He had been a topic of those conversations more than once, wondering how his huge size and emotionless face would play part in that case.

Deciding to spice things up, and still blaming it on the alcohol, you shamelessly took both his hands and placed them on your hips in an attempt to make him move with you. And so he did, letting you lead. 

He wasn´t such a bad dancer, not good either but who cared, his eyes still locked on yours seemed much more important, like everything else disappeared around you until some asshole passing by pushed you so hard you slammed against Aone´s chest, resulting in him covering you with his arms and tensing up. 

‘‘Are you okay?’‘he asked,sounding concerned and pissed off at the same time. 

‘‘I´m good, thank you for catching me’‘

‘‘You´re welcome’‘

The smell of his cologne got in your system, butterflies in your stomach as you wondered why the hell this guy had you weak like this. Usually it was the oppostite, you having men weak. 

It was a bit pathetic for you, he spoke about three words and didn´t express a single emotion but made you nervous? why? 

Putting the pieces together, maybe shooting your shot wasn´t such a bad idea, and if he rejected you then whatever, life goes on. 

Forming a small plan in your head, you stepped away from him and looked around, smiling when you found Sugawara right next to you, perfectly placed so you could snatch the shot in his hand and drink it. Your friend didn´t care at all, he smiled and waved at you, going back to dancing like nothing happened. 

Aone on the other hand, showed the first emotion of the night, surprise with wide eyes, even more so when you held his wrist and dragged him out of the party and into the nearest empty bedroom.

‘‘Okay now, that´s better’‘you said locking the door ‘’some peace and quiet’’

‘‘Did you not want to dance anymore?’‘ he asked standing still as a rock.

‘‘I wanted to ask you something away from all that’‘

‘‘Okay’‘

‘‘Do you have a girl?’‘

‘‘No’’

‘‘Good’‘ inhaling deeply you gathered courage to keep going ‘‘Do you find me attractive?’‘

‘‘Yes’‘

‘‘Interesting’‘ with a smile on your face you slowly inched closer to him, step by step until your hands landed on his chest and you looked up trying to seem as sexy as the alcohol in you system let you ‘‘do you wanna kiss me?’‘

That last sentence was a mere whisper, sweet honey leaving your lips like music to his ears as he stared in disbelief waiting for someone to pinch him and see if any of this was real. 

Aone´s gaze traveled to your lips, shiny and probably delicious with the peach lipgloss he saw you put on earlier that night. 

Just before you chikened out from his lack of a reaction, he slammed his lips with yours with such passion that made you melt in his arms, linking your hands arund the back of his neck. 

Aone was a dominant kisser, but still sweet and caring, soft with his touch.

‘‘I like how your lips taste’‘he said, one of his hands travelling up to hold your chin up, his thumb putting light pressure on your bottom lip. 

‘‘Damn’‘that´s the only thing you said, your mind clouded with how much you wanted him.

‘‘What is it?’‘ he blurted out a half smile for the first time that night. 

Cute. 

‘‘Nothing, you look hot’‘ your voice was braver now that you knew he wanted you too. 

‘‘Damn’‘ he imitated you ‘‘says the most gorgeous girl I´ve laid my eyes on’‘

‘‘Shut up’‘blushing, you pushed him slightly making him sit back on the bed and straddling his lap right after. 

‘‘I like you’‘ he said. 

‘‘I figured’‘you laughed, capturing his lips again and feeling tough hands on your waist ‘’I think I´m starting to like you too’’

‘‘That´s hard to believe, you´re way out of my league’‘

Who knew this gentle giant would be so insecure?

‘‘Not at all’‘trying to reassure him and make him feel better, you made a trail of kisses from his lips to his neck, biting and kissing the sensitive skin between words ‘‘you know what?’‘

‘‘Mhm?’‘he hummed with a deep voice, his breathing getting thicker.

‘‘My friends and I talk about you guys’‘

‘‘And what do you talk about?’‘ poor Aone tried so hard to focus on the conversation. 

‘‘You know, girl´s things, like wondering how some guys are in bed’‘you felt his body twich and sneakily lowered yourself to feel the outline of his dick against your clothed core ‘‘You are one of our favorite topics, so big and misterious’‘ 

Aone´s grip on your waist tightened in a desperate attempt to move you against him, a deep growl leaving him when you did. 

Your words felt like poison, and he knew you wanted to tease him. 

‘‘Do you want to find out?’‘he asked, making you leave his neck and look at him. 

‘‘Please’‘

The confirmation was music to his ears, before you could blink or react, he put your back against the mattress and towered on top of you, making the size difference much more noticeable now. 

His lips were on yours quickly and one of his hands made his way down your body, exploring until he found the hem of your pants and undid the first button, the warmth of his skin brushing your lower stomach. 

After a few moments of heavy makeout, Aone´s movements got hesitant and he broke away from the kiss to focus on you. 

‘‘Do you really want to do this? we just met, and I won´t judge you if you want to get to know me better first’‘he said, making sure he had absolute consent. 

‘‘I do want it, and I plan on getting to know you more after this’‘you answered, caressing his cheek and giving him a sweet smile ‘‘Do you want to do it? I won´t judge you either’‘

‘‘I´ve wanted to for a long time’‘his cheeks got even redder ‘‘And I don´t mean just sex, you know, I asked Hinata your name for a reason so I don´t want you to think it´s just that because I really like...

You cut him off with a kiss, not agressive or passionate but a simple peck so he knew you understood. 

Aone´s eyes scanned your face before returning the kiss, deeper and much more exciting when you felt him smile against your lips.

There was something about him, a charm that envolved every sense and feeling in your body so fast it was ridiculous. He got you so distracted that you didn´t notice his hand creeping in your underwear until his big fingers run between your folds stopping to play with your clit. Naturally you gasped, moaning and biting his bottom lip as small shock waves of pleasure controlled your every move. 

Just the thought of his fingers inside you was like a fever dream because of how thick they were and let´s not talk about his probably huge dick that you so badly wanted to touch and pleasantly slid down your hand to do so palming him outside his pants, hearing a moan in response. 

‘‘Aone’‘you mewled in between moans ‘‘Please do something, I need you’‘

‘‘Let me do something first’‘

His hand left your core and you almost complained until you saw him trying to help you undress and doing the same right after, leaving you fucking speechles at the sight. That would either hurt or be the best hook up of your life. 

Aone didn´t give you much time to stare, giving you a quick peck and continuing his way down your body, stopping to bite or suck on his favorite spots, neck, collarbone, nipples, down your stomach and then ding, his tongue gave a tentative lick to your already more than wet pussy. Your legs instinctively spreaded for him and the bastard looked up at you smiling and making sure you focused on his eyes while slowly inserting a finger and moving it in and out slowly, enjoying your reaction and licking your clit again, now applying pressure.

You couldn´t help but tangle your fingers in his hair and closing your eyes letting him do his magic. He truly listened and felt around to see how you were reacting, getting faster and rougher when he heard you almost screaming his name, curling his finger until he found your sweet spot. 

‘‘Oh god’‘your voice came out shaky and he moaned against your clit, keeping up the pace. 

Was this man really going to make you cum this fast? yes, apparently yes, because one moment your body was shaking with overstimulation an the other you came undone with a loud moan, your chest raising and falling at a rapid pace when he got up to kiss you. 

He was so careful, taking time to let you calm down so you wouldn´t be so overstimulated while kissing you and caressing your hip. What he didn´t figure out was that you didn´t care about that, of course it was sweet, but having seen his dick just a few moments ago... you wanted him inside you now.

‘‘Please’‘

‘‘Mhm?’‘he asked not stopping the kisses. 

‘‘I need you inside me’‘ with that, he had to stop and look at you. 

‘‘I don´t want it to hurt’‘

‘‘I’ll tell you if it does’‘

‘‘Tell me and I´ll stop’‘

You eagerly nodded and observed him get slightly up and stroke his hard dick a couple times before lining it up with your hole and pushing it in slowly. Your attention was now on the beautiful sight of him stretching you out, still you felt his eyes on your face, making sure you were okay. 

You were more than okay and raised yourself to kiss him, giving the cue that he was good to start moving. 

Aone supressed a deep moan, thrusting rythmically with his hands squeezing harsh on your waist. 

‘‘You feel so damn good’‘he managed to say. 

His voice sounded almost distant, muffled with the pleasure clouding your brain, eyes tearing up already. 

The sound of flesh slapping together and moans quickly filled the bedroom, thankfully you were almost positive no one heard over the loud music outside.

You truly couldn´t understand how Aone managed to make you feel this way so fast, the bastard already found your g spot and as soon as he saw you throw your head back and your face contorting  with pleasure, he slammed inside you harder, making sure to get it every single time. 

As much as you enjoyed this, he enjoyed the way your boobs bounced and how beautifully you squirmed and moaned under him. 

Usually, you tended to be vocal in bed, but it was impossible to speak now, no direction or anything he needed to do it perfectly. It was like he understood your body better than you did. 

A few minutes later you could feel an orgasm coming, Aone letting out a deep moan when he felt your pussy clenching around him and your movements getting sloppy, to wich he captured your lips one more time before making you cum on his cock and getting out of you to release himself on your stomach. 

Both of you looked a mess, hair everywhere and sweaty. 

‘’I´m sorry, let me see if I can find something to clean you up’’Aone said blushing and looking around, coming back in a short moment with a towel and lovingly cleaning you up. 

‘’It´s okay, you don´t have to apologize for that’’you smiled for the millionth time that night, and all because of him.

‘‘I know, It´s just...you make me nervous’‘

‘‘Still?’‘

‘‘Yeah, I can´t help it’‘

Sitting up, you got close to his face, stunned that he got shy after what you guys just did. At the same time you found him so cute.

‘‘Are you going to be nervous every time we fuck from now on?’‘you teased, placing a soft hand on the side of his neck. 

‘‘And every date we go on’‘he pointed.

‘‘That too?’‘you laughed.

‘‘Yes’‘ 

‘‘You´ll have me around a lot tho, you know, so it won´t be as hard to not be nervous’‘

‘‘I`d like that’’

[moonlit-stay]

Kinktober 2022: Day 12

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Pairing: Changbin x Female Reader

Kink: Spanking

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Soft!Dom Changbin, Sub!Fem reader, established relationship, unprotected sex, praise, slight manhandling, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling, creampie

Please let me know if I missed anything

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Color(s) Of This Fic: Burnt Orange and Mahogany <3

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If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact with this fic. This fic contains inappropriate content and is strictly 18+

Everything in not only this event, but all of my work in general is consensual. Even if not stated within the work.

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The gentle sound of your wind chime dancing in the wind sounds through your living room. The final rays of sun pouring in through the window, bathing you in its warm glow as you take a deep breath, enjoying the moment. You walk over to the large windows of your living room, opening them further before making your way back over to sit in the sun once again.

A few more minutes go by before the silence of your home is broken by the sound of someone unlocking your front door, Changbin stammering into the house moments later. He sets his bag down on the floor, quickly kicking off his shoes and letting out a loud sigh.

You all but leap off the couch, bolting straight for Changbin with a bright smile on your face.

"Hi, Binnie!" You exclaim, wrapping your arms around his middle in a tight embrace.

"Hi, baby." He replies, wrapping his strong arms around your frame in an equally as tight embrace.

Changbin releases his hold on you, gently grabbing your chin and tilting your head towards him so he can press a soft kiss to your lips. You return the kiss, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks before he deepens the kiss. Your hands come up to hold his wrists as he audibly sighs against your lips.

You break the kiss, slowly pulling away from him to look into his eyes. His eyes were soft as he looked at you with nothing but love, but the way his eyes grew darker with every passing second didn't go unnoticed by you.

You could tell by the way he was looking at you that he was stressed and angry, most likely from work, but he was trying his best to keep it together for you.

With a gentle smile and soft eyes almost as dark as his, you take his hands in yours, placing them on your waist under the fabric of your shirt.

"It's ok, Binnie," you quietly say, looking into his eyes before you lean into him until your lips are mere centimeters from his ear. "Take it out on me."

His grip on your waist grows tighter for a brief moment before he's crashing his lips onto yours. He grabs the underside of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly before you're wrapping your legs around his waist. He walks you both to your shared room, carefully laying you on your bed before you both quickly rid each other of any and all clothing.

Changbin presses open-mouthed kisses along your neck, reaching between your thighs to messily rub at your clit. You mewl at his touch, lacing a hand in his soft locks as you fist the sheets with the other.

Changbin gently pulls your thighs further apart, aligning his length with your entrance as he continues to rub messy circles onto your clit. He wastes no time as he slowly pushes into you, instantly groaning into your neck as you whine at the stretch.

He slowly inches further into you, reaching up to pin both of your hands above your head with one of his. You let out a soft moan when he bottoms out as he almost shudders from the feeling of your tight walls hugging his length.

He pulls his hips back until just his tip is inside you before harshly thrusting back into you. You moan out at the feeling as he sets a steady pace, pistoning into you as he holds you in place with one hand, the other still pinning your hands above your head.

Moans spill from your lips as you wrap your legs around his waist, feeling him hit deeper inside you as he thrusts into you with more force.

"Look at you, baby, you're taking me so well." He coos at you, feeling you clench around him.

"Wanna be good for you."

"You are, baby. Being so good for me."

Changbin brings his hips to a halt and pulls out of you, quickly flipping you onto your stomach. He grabs ahold of your hips, pulling them up until you're on your knees with your front still pressed flush against the bed. He quickly stuffs his length back into your heat, holding completely still as his hand harshly comes down on your ass.

You yelp out at the pain, instinctively pulling away from him. He grabs your hips, keeping you in place as he runs his hand along the red handprint on your ass.

"Count for me." He instructs, feeling you clench around his length as you mumble out a shaky one. "Make sure I stay stuffed inside you, baby. Just stay put for me."

You whine into the sheets, pushing your hips back against him in a desperate attempt to get some friction before Changbin's hand comes down on your ass for a second time.

You let out another yelp at the feeling, jolting in your place as you mumble out a quiet 'two'.

"Good girl, doing so well for me." He praises before bringing his hand down for a third time.

"Three."

His hand harshly strikes your ass for a fourth, fifth, sixth time. You quickly count out each number for him before he thrusts into you a few times, your tight walls clenching around him making it difficult for him to resist fucking you into the mattress.

"There you go, baby. Doing so good for me, just a few more." He gently informs you, watching as you nod against the sheets, a shaky breath leaving your lips.

Changbin pulls your hips back against him, wanting to be as deep in you as possible before he strikes your ass for a seventh, eighth, ninth and a tenth final time. Hearing you moan out the final numbers as your walls throb around his length. He admires the bright shade of red that paints your skin before he carefully runs his hands along the flesh.

He throws his head back, tightly gripping your hips before he pounds into you. The feeling of your walls continuously throbbing around his length making his head spin and his length grow impossibly harder.

Loud moans of Changbin's name tears from your throat as you bury your face into the sheets. He gathers your hair into a ponytail, wrapping it once around his hand before yanking you up so your back is flush against his chest.

"Let me hear you. Wanna hear every single pretty noise you make for me." He groans in your ear.

He angles his hips to hit the spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your head falls back against his shoulder. One of his arms wraps tightly around your middle, holding you in place as he pounds up into you as his free hand stays tightly intertwined in your hair, pulling at the roots.

Your legs shake as you approach your high, the knot in your stomach tightening more with each passing second.

"Gonna cum for me, baby?" He asks, releasing his grip on your hair to snake his hand in between your thighs to rub fast, tight circles against your clit.

You quickly nod in response, unable to form coherent sentences as moans endlessly pour from your lips.

"Cum, baby, it's ok. Cum with me." He whispers against your neck, his thrusts growing sloppy.

You desperately cling onto his strong arms, cumming around his length with a scream as you feel him hold you down against him before he cums deep inside you.

Changbin carefully pulls out of you, pulling you into his embrace before laying down with you and holding you close.

"Thank you, baby." He gently thanks, feeling your breathing start to even out.

"You're welcome, Binnie. You feel better?" You softly ask, your eyes growing heavy as you nuzzle further into Changbin's embrace.

"Much better." He replies, feeling you go limp in his hold as sleep takes over your form.

He smiles against you, pulling you impossibly closer before he too drifts to sleep.

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[watchmegetobsessed]

PAPER-THIN WALLS

a/n: i woke up totally in themood to write just straight up smut... and that's what i did lmao. there's not much plot in it, just a whole lot of fucking, so enjoy!

pairing: Bucky X Reader

warnings: sexual content, unprotected sex, oral, the good stuff

word count: 3.8k

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The Avengers compound was built almost perfectly with its luxurious suits, several entertainment rooms, fully equipped training areas and millions of hidden snack and drink bars all across the building. But the stress this time is on almost.

Bucky was never sure if the walls were originally built to keep less noise than in any other buildings, or if it was just his super hearing that allowed him to catch conversations and noises that weren’t meant for his ears. He would often hear gossiping agents as he walked down the hallways, or Vision and Wanda talk about recipes and TV shows in her room and there was this one time he heard Nat and Bruce have a discussion that was surely not meant to be heard by anyone but the two of them. He is still trying to get rid of the words he heard.

Having a room next to yours, he often sat on his bed, hearing you shuffling around, humming to yourself. As the latest addition to the Avengers, you felt a little out of place at the compound, like you were a stranger to the team even though they never gave you a reason to think so. This feeling of not belonging is what brought you closer to the century old super soldier on the other side of the wall, who despite being free from the claws of Hydra finally, still felt like an outsider in the superhero filled complex. Bucky always thought he was hard to make friends with, but he had to realize that it was all about who he was trying to make friends with. Because with you, it was an instant, like he had known you his whole life, you’ve definitely become one of the closest people to his heart in a very short time.

With this friendship came some undeniable feelings and tension from Bucky’s part. He couldn’t help but fall for you, how couldn’t he? He would have been surprised if it didn’t happen, after spending so much time with you. He found himself craving your presence, to be with you, talk to you and listen to you at the same time. He was a sucker for your lame jokes that he would laugh at even if they weren’t that funny. He loved your enthusiasm whenever you brought a new book and basically told him the whole plot, spoiling the story, but he never minded, because the way you rambled in excitement made up for everything.

And of course, he has been attracted to you since day one. Even when you weren’t that close, he couldn’t deny how much it affected him when he saw you spar with Steve at the gym in just some tight shorts and a sports bra, or when you linger around in the kitchen early in the morning wearing only an oversized shirt and your underwear hidden under the long fabric. It stirred his fantasies that’ve been sleeping for decades and late at night, when he was lying in his bed restless, his vibranium hand firmly curling around his erection, he thought about you. How you’d taste and feel, what it would be like to have your body pressed against his, his name falling from your lips in a whimper as he pleases you all over and over again. Sometimes he felt dirty after an elaborate fantasy, barely able to look into your eyes, but he just couldn’t help it. You had him in the palm of your hand.

What he doesn’t know is that he is not the only one with fantasies and desires. Because on the other side of the wall, you’ve often found yourself craving the mixture of warm and cold touch from flesh and metal hands, toned muscles flexing under your palms, pink lips whispering into your ears as you arch against his body… Bucky has been living in your mind rent free and you’ve been having a hard time containing your desire for the super soldier.

Having sex dreams is not at all a new thing for you. It happens every once in a while, waking from a heated scene only to find yourself alone in the comfort of your room, a thin layer of sweat coating your skin as you try to bring yourself back to reality. It was never an inconvenience, but in the past few days it’s been getting worse. You’ve had a wet dream for three days in a row, jolting awake right when you were about to climax, a wave of disappointment washing over your body as you fisted the sheets in your sweaty palms. And the worst part? All of them have been about Bucky.

It’s another sleepless night for Bucky, nothing new. He has tried to chase himself into sleep with everything already, TV, ready, music, even counting sheep, but nothing seems to be working, so he is left with lying in his bed, staring at the blank ceiling, the soft bed sheet throw across his naked upper body, only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, because it’s been hot these past week, but he is not a fan of using the air-condition. The dogtags are lying messily on his naked chest, his vibranium finger playing with the wrinkles of the sheets mindlessly.

His eyes slowly flutter closed, a promise of some rest finally nearing the corner, but right just then, he hears some muffled noise coming from the other side of the wall. His eyes snap open as he sits up, trying to make out what it is, but he catches no words, just… grunts and some shallow panting, as if someone was struggling.

What if you’re sick and something is wrong? You’ve been a little worn off the past days, maybe something was lingering in you.

Kicking the sheets off of himself, he pads his way to the door, his bare feet tapping on the hardwood floor as he walks out of his room, heading to yours, stopping at the door. Pressing his flesh hand to the door he takes a moment to listen to the voices so he can make out what’s happening, but it really feels like you’re in a struggle, but he has no idea why. Knocking lightly on the door he hopes to get an answer, but nothing of sort comes and he stays still, debating whether he should go in or just leave. Right when he is about to retreat he hears you gasping, as if you’re at a short of breath and it pushes him to check in on you.

Opening the door he pops his head inside, the darkness fully taking up the room, your king sized bed in the middle, a few strikes of moonlight sneaking through the curtains that are not entirely drawn.

“Y/N?” he calls out softly, not wanting to startle you, but no answer comes once again, however he can see your figure tossing and turning under the sheets, another gasp slipping through your lips.

He walks closer, stopping at your bedside, seeing how your eyebrows are pulled together tensely, chest heaving as you keep moving around. Bucky feels like an intruder, you’re definitely asleep, probably having a nightmare, but he is not sure if he should be in here. Should he wake you? Or just leave? Would you be mad if you found him here upon waking up? After some hesitation he decides it’s better if he leaves, but right as he turns around, taking just one step towards the door, he finally hears a word from you.

“Bucky,” you whine, his name coming out a little slurred, but still clear to him. “Bucky, please!” you continue, his eyes widening as his head snaps around, eyes returning to you. You’re still asleep, but he notices your hand moving down your chest and then disappearing under the sheets, between your legs. That’s when he realizes that it’s not a nightmare. You’re having a sex dream about him.

Clearly trying to chase your release, your lips part as you moan, the voice instantly making Bucky’s cock twitch while hardening. His hands curl into fists as he is fighting himself whether he should do something or leave, but when his name slips through your lips again, he goes feral. He would be damned if he lets you get stuck in your dream when he can please you in real life.

He finds himself striding back to your bed faster like ever, like an elegant lion, hungry for his prey as one of his knees sink into the mattress between your open legs, keeping his weight up on one arm while the other finds your waist. The shirt you always sleep in has ridden up to just below your breasts, the exposed skin watering Bucky’s mouth as he squeezes your waist gently but firmly enough to wake you from your fever dream.

Your eyes snap open and you stare up at him slack-mouthed, your brain barely able to process the sudden change between the Bucky in your dream and the one holding himself up above you in real life.

“Bucky? I—“ you breathe out, the cloud of confusion on your head making it hard to even form a sentence. He leans down, his face just inches away from yours and even though it’s quite dark, his blue eyes are basically piercing. His dogtags fall to your chest, right above your wildly racing heart and you wonder if he can hear the pounding in your ribcage.

“Shh, I’m gonna take care of you,” he whispers and without a warning, his lips crash down onto yours.

It’s so hard and passionate, filled with hunger and longing, the air gets knocked right out of your chest as you eagerly kiss him back while he slowly moves himself until he is fully between your legs, his hips coming down to meet yours and you moan when you feel his erection pressing against your already soaking wet core. Your hands find their way up into his hair, grabbing a fistful of it and he can’t stop himself from growling at your action, grinding himself against your hips, both of you desperate to take it further.

Pushing himself up into a kneeling position, he grabs your panties and tugs them down your bare legs, throwing them across the room before he rids you from your shirt as well, so now you’re lying completely naked in front of his lustful eyes. He could devour you with just his icy blue eyes, he looks glorious, towering above you with his broad, muscular shoulders and toned chest, you’ve never been more desperate for a man before.

Your desire takes action, pushing yourself up your lips meet his chest, kissing the hot skin, your tongue sloppily pressing against him as you make your way up on his body. His vibranium fingers tangle into your hair as he holds the back of your head, pulling you up to kiss you again, both of you in a kneeling position while your hand reaches into his underwear, palming his hard cock, feeling up his size before you push the fabric down and he kicks it off easily, his erection now pressed between the two of you teasing and tempting you, making you buck your hips forward just for the slightest friction.

“Were you dreaming of me, doll? Huh?” he questions, his lips nibbling on your lower lip as he takes it between his teeth and gently tugs on it.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, hands grabbing onto his hips before they move down to his bare ass, pulling him closer to you, earning a moan from him.

“And what was I doing in your dream?” He kisses down your neck, stopping at a soft spot before he starts sucking and biting on it, marking you as his, something he’s been aching to do since the moment he laid eyes on you for the first time. Your brain almost shuts down, one of his hands is on your jaw, keeping your head in place, while the other one is gripping your waist harshly, his fingers digging into your muscles. You fail to answer his question as just a whimper leaves your lips at the sensation.

“Words, sweetheart. Use your words for me, will you?”

“I, uhh—You used your f-fingers,” you croak out, a satisfied grin tugging on Bucky’s lips at your words.

He pushes you back on the bed, making you lie on your back as he gets on top of you once again, but this time he doesn’t stay like that long, after a hard kiss he climbs down until his face aligns with your core, his hands parting your legs widely, baring you to him fully.

“Tell me, where did I use my fingers?” he hums, face so close to your center that you can feel his hot breath on you. He teases you, running his hands up and down your spread thighs, his fingers just grazing your folds before moving away every time.

“Bucky, please!” you cry out, grinding your hips up, but you only reach his chin before he leans back with a pleased grin on his face.

“Just tell me and I’ll do it. Where did I use my fingers?” he repeats.

“On my pussy! You fingered me!” you groan, your cheeks heating up from the blunt comment you just made, but it’s exactly what Bucky wanted to hear.

Two of his fingers find your clit easily, starting off with slowly drawing circles on it, stimulating your nerves and it’s nothing like in your dream. You curse under your breath when his fingers move to your hole and he pushes both of them inside, his lips taking their place on your clit.

“Oh fuck!” you groan in pleasure, your hands immediately snapping to his head, fingers lacing into his chocolate locks as you shamelessly grind against his face.

Bucky is not a man of many words, but god damn, he can use his mouth like a fucking master. It feels like your whole body is on fire, you’re sweating and shaking, his fingers curl inside you every time he thrusts into you and he is stroking that one heavenly spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back into your head. His tongue is slick and sloppy against your wet pussy, but he is drinking it all up as if you were his last meal before death.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum! Bucky!” you gasp as your back arches at the sensation, your orgasm building up rapidly.

“Cum on my tongue and fingers, let me make your dream come true,” he growls against your heat, picking up the pace of his fingers which completely throws you over the edge.

You come with chanting his name over and over again as you ride your high, thighs shaking and tightening on either side of his head until you’re finally able to catch your breath.

Bucky pushes himself up, his lips glistening from your juices and you watch him wipe his mouth with his fingers, licking them afterwards like he just finished eating a chocolate cake, a satisfied grin on his ridiculously handsome face. He crawls up on you until his lips can finally reach yours again, kissing you in a slower pace, but still with a lot of passion to offer.

“Tonight wasn’t my first sex dream about you,” you slyly admit, lips brushing against his as you speak.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm, so there’s more to act out.” His still hard cock twitches again and you’re fast to reach down and palm him again, wrapping a hand around him as you give his cock a few lazy stokes, but it surely has an effect on him.

You’re quick to turn him over, pushing him to lie on his back as you straddle him, steading yourself with holding onto his waist, his eyes bore into yours intently and your mouth hangs open when you grind against him, his hard cock sliding between your wet folds.

“The other day, I dreamed about riding you, your cock filled me up so good, but right when I was about to cum I woke up,” you tell him, not sure how this sudden confidence came from, but you just can’t help yourself. Bucky growls at your words as his fingers dig into your thighs.

“Then let’s make up for that, love,” he breathes out and you nod eagerly, lifting yourself up just enough to position him to your hole and then you sink down as far as you can, his dick filling you up inch by inch and your breath hitches when you finally settle, his length fully buried inside you.

“Oh, fuck!” you whine before you start moving yourself up and down his cock, grinding back and forth, the feeling of him inside you so intoxicating, you think for a moment that this might still be your dream. If it is, you hope you don’t wake up this time.

Though your training has strengthened your legs so you are able to ride him in this position longer, it still tires you out. Bucky notices when your movements slow down, his hands running up your torso, kneading your breasts before they end up on the back of your neck, pulling you down so you lie on top of him, his strong arms wrapping around you. His lips kiss the side of your head before he starts thrusting up into you, doing the work for you this time. You can’t stop yourself from moaning and whimpering as your second orgasm is starting to build up, your senses are on the edge.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m so close,” he gasps, his thrusts becoming a little uncoordinated and you feel the same way, only moments away from your climax.

You push yourself up, pulling him with you, wanting to take back control before you both reach your relief, you get into a sitting position that allows you to grind in his lap, moving your hips back and forth as fast as you can. Bucky’s lips find yours again, kissing your sloppily before they travel down your neck and he licks at your collarbone as you hold onto his broad shoulders.

“You feel so fucking good, oh God!” he whines, his head falling backwards as you keep moving, both of you sweating, but neither of you really cares, you’re just relentlessly chasing your high again.

“I want to feel you cum. Please, Bucky!” you beg him, squeezing your walls around him, the action completely maddening the man as he holds you to his chest and flips you over with ease, his body weighing down on you as he starts fucking into you fast and hard. You could throw a fuss about how he took control again, but you don’t mind it, not at all. Because the way he pounds into you, his cock disappearing to the last inch inside you with each thrust, your whole body starts shaking as your orgasm finally reaches you.

Your squeeze your walls again around him and the moment he hears his name fall from your trembling lips he cums inside of you, filling you up entirely, marking you with his pleasure.

He rides his high with a few more sloppy thrusts until he stops, his forehead falling against yours as you both try to catch your breath. He captures your lips in a soft and slow kiss, so different from the ones you shared before. Then he finally rolls off of you and you let out a displeased grunt when you feel him slide out of you.

For a while it’s just the silence in the room mixed with your soft panting, but he is the first one to break it as his head rolls to the side, looking at you with those fucked-out eyes of his.

“How long have you been having these dreams?” he asks, turning to his side so his hand can spread out on your naked stomach, fingers drawing tiny circles on your sweaty skin.

“A while,” you admit.

“I wish I heard you earlier through the wall,” he chuckles, but your eyes widen.

“Wait, what? You heard me through the wall?”

“Yeah. Thought something was wrong so I came over to check on you.”

“God, I must have been really loud,” you laugh, covering your face with your hands, but he is quick to peel them off and leaning closer he kisses your lips gently.

“Don’t blame yourself, these walls are like paper. And besides…” A sly smirk tugs on his lips as his hand comes up to cup your jaw, his thumb running along the line of your bottom lip. “I fucking love it when you’re loud.”

“I wasn’t even screaming yet,” you tease back, your comment definitely catching him off-guard, but he likes it.

“We’ll get there next time.”

You and Bucky walk into the kitchen in the morning, completely oblivious to the rest of the world, still in the bliss of last night. Nat, Tony and Steve are sitting at the kitchen island, sipping on their morning coffee when you emerge from your room, all eyes immediately glued to the pair of you.

“Well, good morning, everyone,” you chuckle a little nervously, not sure what the stares mean.

“Morning,” Nat smirks, shaking her head before she turns back to the newspaper unfolded in front of her.

“Nice of you to make an appearance, I have some news to share with you all,” Tony announces as you pour some coffee for yourself while Bucky grabs everything he needs to make breakfast for the two of you. Nodding you signal to Tony that you’re listening. “I decided to do some remodeling on the compound.”

“Oh, what are you getting done?” you ask, wondering what could possibly need work on the building.

“Nothing major, I’m just gonna make the walls soundproof, so we don’t have to listen to you guys fucking all night long.”

You almost choke on your coffee at Tony’s blunt comment, cheeks heating up right away, you were not expecting that. Though he is looking at you and Bucky, who is now standing behind you with a hand on your waist, with a stern expression, you can see the small smile hiding in his eyes. He finds the situation rather amusing instead of annoying.

“Yeah, next time maybe keep it down a little,” Steve suggests as he stands from his seat, grabbing his mug. Walking past the two of you, he pats Bucky’s shoulder however. “But I’m glad you guys are finally getting it on,” he comments before walking out, Nat and Tony following him right after, leaving just you and Bucky in the kitchen.

You glance up at him with concern in your eyes, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, but he doesn’t seem to be ashamed at all. Instead, he leans down, pecks your lips shortly and then whispers:

“I told you. Paper-thin walls.”

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[oolongmilkt]

pairing: virginkiller!matsukawa x fem!reader

cw: corruption kink, slight degradation, loss of virginity, a little toxic maybe, slight choking, a fingering, vaginal penetration, sexy horse cock issei

a/n: hope you enjoy and reblog for a kiss <3

You’re such a sweet thing, aren’t you? That what Matsukawa thinks when he sees you at the bar of some shady club. It’s so painfully obvious that it’s your first time here. You keep squirming in your seat, fidgeting with your outfit that’s just a bit too short and tight for your comfort. But he loves it. The fabric clings to your figure and the scarce amount of fabric lets him see peeks of your soft flesh.

You nurse a glass of liquid courage while periodically looking down at your phone or quickly glancing around the club. Your eyes meet his for just a second before falling back down to the small screen.

Ah, he thinks, he knows for sure now. You’re a virgin. A cute little innocent thing who got too tired of her friends making fun of her for never bringing someone home after a night out. Too tired of her fingers and silicone toys never giving the warmth and stretch she needed.

Well then, you’re just his type. Matsukawa loves innocent little virgins like you. Likes to lure them in with his laid back attitude and dashing looks. Make them feel comfortable before inviting them back to his apartment to ruin you for anyone else. Carve your pussy into the shape of his cock so no one and nothing can compare. Reach the parts deep inside to kiss your cervix with every snap of his hips so you feel him in your throat.

So he approaches you. A tall man with dark hair and good looks? Just what you wanted for tonight. And he starts chatting you up. Making you laugh with jokes and pulling you in further with his charm. He leans to your ear to speak above the music.

“Come back to my place, yeah?”

You kiss fervently as the two of you stumble through the door of his apartment. Nothing too special, just a one bedroom place that’s not messy, but lived in. Thoughts race through your head as things move faster than you can comprehend.

Oh god, you think, am I really doing this? With some random guy from a cheap club?

“Wait,” you say, landing on the plush of his bed, “I— I’m a virgin.”

There. That’s the moment he loves. When the moment becomes too much and forces them to shyly admit their inexperience.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he says, “we’ll go as slow as you like, and I’ll be gentle. Just wanna make you feel good, I promise.” And there’s that little speech he gives every time. The sentences slipping past his mouth seems to instantly calm girls like you. It always amazes him what a few silly words can do to someone. Of course he’ll be gentle; so much so that you’ll be begging for him to just fuck you already, just go faster, harder, just as he planned.

You nod, giving consent to resume your actions once again but at a much slower, more relaxed pace.

“Can I take these off?” he says, tugging at your skimpy outfit.

You gently nod again in response.

“No,” he counters, slightly shocking you, “I wanna hear you tonight. Use your words and tell me.”

“Y-yeah,” you say, barely audible “you can take them off.”

He tilts your head up to place a chaste kiss against your lips before continuing to disrobe you, slipping the garments off to reveal more of your skin to his hungry eyes.

You look so innocent and pure as you begin to shyly cover yourself from his heavy gaze. God this is just what he likes. Knowing he’s the first one to see every unmarked part of your body, so free of any trace of sin. He’s ready to take that away. Ravage your body so it never feels the same again. Force you to come running back to him because you can’t recreate the moment and feelings you had with him.

“Hey,” he says softly, nudging your arms away from your body, “don’t hide from me, wanna see how pretty you look, yeah?”

He upclips your bra, sliding the straps down your arms before gently laying you down on the plush of his pillows. His lips latch on to one of your breasts while a hand slides up to massage the other.

Your first taste of sin feels so different from the nights of laying alone in bed, twisting and pulling on your nipples to tease yourself. Matsukawa’s tongue lavishes the peaks of your breasts. Moaning softly as he closes his mouth around the hardened bud, sending shocks of pleasure between your legs.

You squirm against him, “M-more, please.” Bucking your hips up to hint at where you need him. He mumbles a quick mhm against your tit before moving the hand groping your breast to the front of your panties, beginning to rub circles through the fabric.

The light pressure sends electricity up your system. It’s seems like too much yet not enough as foreign hands work against you. All you want is for the sweet bliss of your orgasm to wash over you while Matsukawa seems content on keeping his pace and building up your pleasure slowly.

“Need more.” you say breathily.

“Hmm? More?” he questions, “But you’re getting so wet from just this, sweetheart. Feel ya soakin’ through your panties already. Want me t’be gentle for your first time, right?”

You feel a tinge of regret waft into your head, a small point forming on your lips as you look up at him. Surely he wouldn’t keep this up for long, right?

Oh but sweetheart, you should’ve known this is always his plan. Issei continues to rub those tantalizingly slow circles through the barrier of your panties. His lips nip the unblemished canvas of your neck, leaving blooming marks in his wake. He thrives off each whine and moan he pulls from your lips, each one sounding needier than the last. Just waiting for you to break and-

“Issei please, need you t’fill me up please. Want your fingers, cock, please! Just need something.”

Aren’t you just so cute? Already begging after just a few featherlight touches to your clit and some kisses against your neck. God, it makes the blood rush straight to his cock the way you give in so easily; as if he drains the innocence out each time the rough pads of his fingers meet your pliant skin.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, babe.” he mumbles against the shell of your ear, “I’ll give you everything you want.” Matsukawa slips off your flimsy panties and begins to tease one think finger against your entrance, spreading your slick messily. You let out a whimper when it pushes past the tight ring. 

Oh fuck. Just one of his fingers feels so much thicker than yours, reaching farther into your cunt with ease. The intrusion feels foreign yet welcome as each movement elicits a spark of pleasure up your body. He slips another finger into your pussy, the stretch already causing you to writhe against his sheets. All your senses feel heighten just because someone else is the one urging you to cum. The excitement of not knowing what will happen, that another’s fingers are the ones curling up to brush that spot that makes your stomach twist. His thumb returns to your hardened bud, making you nearly lurch forward at the combined sensations. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he says, almost cockily. “You’re already clenchin’ on my fingers, how ya gonna take my cock like this?” 

You squeeze down harder on his digits. Fuck— how are you gonna take his cock when your poor pussy already feels stretched? He’s clearly not going disappoint based on his stature. 

“Issei please,” you mewl, “want you t’make me cum, want you to fuck me please.”

He chuckles at your desperation; who knew he picked up a little slut disguised as a virgin? 

“Yeah? Do it then.” he says picking up his pace, “Cum for me and give you my cock. Want me to ruin you, huh? Be the first one in that pretty pussy. Cum for me fucking—

You cut him off with a high pitched whine, bucking your hips up wildly to meet his movements as you cream around his fingers. You clench your thighs together as overstimulation begins to set in and watch with wide eyes as Matsukawa places his soiled fingers in his mouth. His eyes nearly roll back at the taste as you bury your face in his pillow in embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” he says, turning you back to face him with a gentle smile,”You taste good, sweet.”

He leans down to kiss you, your essence still lingering on his tongue and mingling between your lips. Issei pauses to quickly strip himself of his clothing, suddenly feeling too hot for his liking. Your eyes widen and your mouth nearly drops open when he pulls down his underwear.

It didn’t necessarily look different from what you had seen in porn but my god was he well endowed. While you didn’t expect it to be small by any means, you didn’t expect him to be quite so large. It’s just so thick and long with an angry red tip and two prominent veins— one on the right and one tracing the underside, staring back at you. You might as well be split in half before trying to take that.

“You droolin’ a little there, sweetheart?” the man says, breaking you out of your trance, “You look a little scared by my dick.”

“It’s just— how will that fit?” You feel a tinge of panic creep up your throat as possibilities rack through your head.

“Don’t worry,” he responds, turning you over so your ass is in the air, “I’ll make it fit, just be good for me, doll.”

He runs the shaft of his cock against your pussy, teasing your entrance with each pass. Your breathing quickens with fear. Oh god, oh god, oh god, you think.

The dark haired man runs a comforting hand down the curve of your spine. “Ya gotta calm down there,” he says softly, “Don’t wanna hurt you, just relax and feel good for me, okay?”

You mumble out a quick okay in response, relaxing your stiff muscles as much as you can. He murmurs a quiet good girl before pushing the bulbous head of his cock past your entrance. He releases a guttural groan, your cunt already clamping down and sucking him in deeper.

You squeal at the intrusion. His cock is thicker than any of the plastic dildos you have hidden at home and you silently curse your impatience for rushing the prep you received. 

“Oh my god!” you shriek out, “Too big, s’too much!”

“Shh,” he shushes your cries, reaching down to rub your abused clit, “I— fuck, I know, you can take it, baby.” You’re already clamping down on him like a vice and he’s barely in you. Your velvet walls feel so tight around him he has grip your hips until his knuckles turn white to keep from slamming his hips into yours. He pushes in deeper, forcing your feet to kick up uncontrollably in response. Matsukawa shudders and pants, your virgin cunt feels nearly indescribable as he carves it into the shape of his cock.

It feels like his cock reaches your throat when he finally bottoms out. You push your face deeper into his pillow and let out a strangled moan. His cock is so fat it leaves nearly no room within your cunt for him to pull out and sheath himself back inside your warmth. He reaches deep enough to kiss your cervix without any trouble at all. Your impatience wins again as you writhe with want. Needing him to move rather than stay stagnant.

“Please.” you manage to gasp out, “Move. Wanna be f-fucked.”

Matsukawa doesn’t hesitate. Pulling your hips to meet the snap of his own. His pace is brutal, the heavy smack of his thighs bruising against yours and fat balls swinging to pap against your clit. Your eyes roll back as you moan endlessly into his pillow, drool slipping out and wetting it. He’s everywhere. Filling your cunt perfectly with that oh-so-delicious stretch and making your head cloud up.

Issei’s head feels foggy. His head lolls back as he ruts against you in search of pleasure. God you’re just so sensitive and tight he can barely think. It’s like your cunt is pulling him in deeper for more and pushing him out because it’s just too much at the same time. 

He wraps a hand around your throat, pulling your body up to meet his chest. “See?” he chuckles darkly, “Told ya you could take it, even beggin’ for more.” He leans in closer to your ear. “Tell me, doll, who’s makin’ you feel so good, huh? Who’s the first one inside this little cunt.”

“You!” you yell out, “Oh fuck Issei— it’s you.”

“That’s right.” he growls out, snaking a hand down to your clit once agan, “Now, cum on my cock.” 

Your clit is already so sensitive from his past ministration and the head of his cock prods against that spot inside with every thrust. You cream around his cock with almost inhuman noises and incoherent sentences spewing from your lips. Your vision gets spotty as Matsukawa continues to fuck into your messy cunt, chasing his own high.

He cums thick ropes into your pussy, filling it up even more than with just his cock before collapsing beside you, just barely missing your frame. You lay together as a panting mess on his mattress. You’re a cute one, Matsukawa thinks. Maybe you’re not a virgin anymore, but he might keep you around to see how much more you break.

[ot7always]

Ignorantly, Yours

Word Count: 10.6k

Pairing: Alpha!Jimin x Omega!Reader

Genre: Wolf!AU, Best Friends to Lovers!AU; fluff, smut, angst

Warnings: dom!Jimin, sub!reader, A/B/O dynamics, heat sex, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk (including a bit of possessiveness), marking, creampie, hair pulling, degradation, praise, rough sex, multiple orgasms

Rating: 18+

Summary:  You never could have expected your best friend to show up at your apartment right as you were about to go into heat, but when he did, something in you just wouldn’t let him go.

A/N: Truly, this was never supposed to be more than drabble. Which truly became a nuisance once it grew a lot and I had to go back and change a lot of things during editing. This is my first fic with some sort of supernatural element to it, and I had a lot of fun! I hope you guys enjoy, and please let me know what you think!

Reposted without the header gif and without any links or taglist. Sorry for any inconvenience if you were already looking at the first post. I will reblog with the taglist shortly.

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Maybe it should have been embarrassing.

Maybe it was, 5 years ago when the habit first started.

5 years ago, when you’d had your first pre-heat. When the world had quickly become too overwhelming, your nose unused to the myriad of scents that assaulted you in your sensitivity. Your skin feeling so raw that even the clothes on your back felt uncomfortable.

It was then, in your childhood bedroom, amidst everything else, you recognized a scent that accompanied you through your life for as long as you could remember. A scent that felt like home, felt like warm days under the sun and shared laughter under blankets at midnight.

Your nose had led you to the bottom drawer of your dresser, your hands digging through the mess of fabric there until you pulled out an orange hoodie. You didn’t remember ever having it, and it looked small enough to have been from years ago – maybe even from before he presented.

But as you pulled it out of that drawer, the scent that might have been faint to you any other day filled your nostrils. A blueberry and pine scent that left you feeling calmer instantly, safer. Whether that had to do more with your friendship or his alpha status wasn’t a thought that crossed your mind. All you knew at the time was that it made everything better – he made everything better, even when he wasn’t there.

That marked the first time you laid in your bed, curling yourself around that small piece of comfort, your face shoved into the soft fabric. The peace that washed over you then was addicting, and any thought of giving up that feeling was unfathomable.

And if Jimin noticed how you were covered in his own scent when he saw you after every heat since that day, he didn’t say a thing.

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You missed him a lot.

It wasn’t as though his university was that far away, and you should have grown used to it after several years of living apart for most of the year. Weekend visits were hardly enough when you’d spent more time together than apart growing up.

It definitely didn’t feel like enough when you were lying in bed, surrounded by the products of your skillful swiping over the years during Jimin’s visits. Hoodies, t-shirts – you had at least a dozen by now. All of which were tossed across your bed alongside you, your upper body already clad in one of his oversized hoodies.

When your pre-heat started affecting you yesterday, you’d already emailed your professors to tell them you wouldn’t be able to make it to class for the week. They, of course, understood – every university accommodated for their students to get a week off about every 3 months for this exact reason.

You were already overcome by exhaustion, Jimin’s scent wafting around the room lulling you into a sleepy daze.

It was common for an omega to nest amongst an alpha’s scent before their heat, though said alpha would typically be their partner.

It wasn’t something you liked to think on very often. Something like this couldn’t be that uncommon, right? After all, he was your first friend, and that went beyond being an alpha or omega. Besides, if it bothered him, wouldn’t he have already called you out for it by now? Wouldn’t he have said something when he realized that even when you’d started spending every heat with an alpha, his scent was still somewhere in there?

You tried not to worry too much about it. It didn’t matter, anyway.

Based on how you were feeling, you knew your heat would probably be here within 2 or 3 days. Which meant you should probably call someone soon to ask them to help you through it. It was normal practice to ask a friend to help you with your heat, but it was a line you’d never crossed with Jimin. Rejection was never something you dealt with well, and you were too afraid to put him, of all people, in that position. Knowing him, he would agree even if he didn’t want to.

Who, then? Namjoon? Hoseok? Both have agreed before, though the notion of crossing your room to pick up the phone you’d so foolishly left on the dresser was severely unappealing.

Instead, you let your eyes flutter shut, your face nuzzling into a blue and red scarf Jimin had forgotten at your apartment last winter. As the tranquility washed over you, your mind drifted closer and closer to sleep, warm and cozy and surrounded by Jimin’s scent.

Until the doorbell rang through your apartment.

At first you elected to ignore it, hoping whoever it was would get the hint and go away. But when it sounded out 2 more times after you hadn’t moved in several minutes, you groaned.

Wasn’t it bad etiquette to do this to someone? Surely that had to be written in a handbook somewhere.

With heavy limbs, you dragged yourself out of bed, flipping the hood up on your (well, Jimin’s) hoodie. As much as it may have been a bad idea to answer the door by yourself in pre-heat, your scent enveloped by an alpha’s would be enough to ward off unwanted advances. Though there were definitely bad people in the world, it took a truly insane person to go after an omega scented by an alpha.

When you made it to the door, you took a deep breath, preparing yourself to ream out whoever was on the other side. While you could sense someone’s presence there, every apartment was insulated, scent-wise, for protection. You didn’t know what to expect.

But of every possibility, when you opened the door, you didn’t expect to get assaulted by the very scent you’d been basking in only minutes ago. You didn’t notice how his eyes widened or how his pupils dilated when your scent hit him, too preoccupied by your body’s visceral reaction.

The full force of his scent almost had your knees buckling, your eyelids growing heavier as every single part of you instinctively yearned to curl up into him. Maybe your heat was closer than you thought.

When you were finally able to focus your eyes on him, his teeth were biting into his bottom lip, the hand holding an overnight bag clenched so hard his knuckles were white.

You didn’t give him the chance to say anything before you were stumbling forward, colliding messily with him, only focused on getting as close to him as possible.

You barely heard a mumbled ‘shit,’ not registering that he backed you into your apartment until you heard the door slam, his bag hitting the floor.

“Jimin,” you mumbled, your hands grasping at his shirt, eyes closed as you shoved your face into his neck, sighing happily when you were finally as close to the source of your happiness as possible.

But much to your discontent, he pushed you from him, keeping you an arms’ length away. The whimper you let out in response sounded pathetic even to your own ears, but every cell in your body was screaming to get as close to him as possible.

“Y/N,” he said firmly, the unusual hardness in his tone snapping you out of your daze slightly, wide eyes fixing onto his face. He audibly gulped at the glazed look in your eyes, before continuing. “You’re in heat.”

“I’m not,” you whined, trying to push against his hands, but he was stronger than you were.

“You will be,” he responded, letting out an incredulous sigh. “Fuck. I meant to surprise you but I forgot what the date was, I’m so sorry.”

“But I’m not yet,” you complained, changing tactics and instead aiming to shove your nose into the wrists near your shoulders. When your hair swished with your movement, sending a whiff of shampoo and your scent Jimin’s way, he groaned loudly.

“God, I can’t be here, I should go,” he said through gritted teeth. But when he started leaning down to pick his bag back up, you panicked.

“NO!” you yelled, launching yourself at him with your whole weight, not at all concerned about how he stumbled back in surprise. Your hands gripping onto his waist, you looked at him with wide eyes, your irises barely visible around the black of your dilated pupils. “Please don’t leave.”

His composure visibly cracked at the desperation on your face, but the sensation of your hands trembling in their grip on him brought him back to reality. “I can’t stay, I know that you know that-”

“Why?” you cried, your bottom lip trembling. The logical part of you deep inside knew you were being unreasonable, but even that part of you was a slave to instinct. All you knew was that Jimin got you through every pre-heat, and here Jimin was in front of you now. He’d never seen you like this, not ever in the last 5 years. And now that he has, nothing has ever been more unappealing than the thought of him walking out your front door.

He was very clearly taking shallow breaths, eventually bringing his own wrist to his nose to try to drown out everything else. Based on the low grunt he let out, it didn’t seem to be working very well.

“You smell like you’re going to go into heat at any moment, fuck, I can’t,” he panted, every part of him resisting the urge to grab you and scent you until there was absolutely no question whether you were his.

Except you weren’t his.

“I-I...” he stuttered, the scent of you not only clinging to him, but everywhere throughout the apartment occupying every part of his brain. “I need to go, I’ll call someone for you, Hoseok or-”

But that was definitely the wrong thing to say, because you sprung back from him as though you’ve been burned. When you looked at him as though he’d betrayed you, he knew he’d messed up.

“Why? You’re already here,” you spat out. “Don’t go,” you finished in a much weaker voice, pleading gaze fixing onto his.

A flash of pain went through him when he saw you hug yourself around the middle, as though to appear smaller. As though to protect yourself. From him.

“You don’t know what you’re asking of me.”

“I know exactly what I’m asking of you!” you wailed, the space between you feeling wider than it’s ever been.

“I can’t,” he repeated, a tinge of desperation making its way into his tone. Why was this so hard? From what he knew about omega heats and pre-heats, without a partner or relationship you shouldn’t have cared this much about which alpha stayed with you.

“Aren’t we friends? Can’t you just stay?” you begged, eyes brimming with unshed tears. Something about him trying to leave felt like a hole was being ripped through your chest, even if you’d understand why any other day.

“Of course we’re friends,” he said incredulously, a conflicted expression on his face. He knew exactly what you meant, exactly what was implied within that statement. When something like desire crossed his gaze, you felt a dash of hope bloom within you. “But...”

And it was crushed just like that. “Why don’t you want me when I want you? What’s wrong with me?” you sobbed, the tears finally spilling from your eyes as you dropped to your knees.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The smell of an omega in distress was always something that set off an alpha’s protective instinct.

But the knowledge that he was the one who caused it brought forth an ugly wrenching in his gut.

For all the required readings Jimin had done in the course of his life, nothing had ever taught him what to do when the girl you’re secretly in love with was on the floor crying because you refused to fuck her through her heat.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. God, did he want to.

But you weren’t there begging for his heart or his love or his devotion – you were begging for his body. Which wasn’t the problem. It wasn’t that he was offended. The problem was that he wanted more than this, and that right now was most definitely not the time to have that conversation.

And it’s not that he didn’t think you knew what you wanted. He knew you knew that you were asking for sex, but he also knew that was all you were asking for. Pre-heat was about preparing for sex, not romance.

As much as a heat could completely fog an omega’s brain, in pre-heat they could still make coherent decisions. It was typically a time spent preparing for heat, a time to call an alpha or to prepare for the much more painful option of suffering alone. They were typically in a perpetual state of exhaustion, bodies crying out for sleep to save up energy for their heat.

But more importantly, it was a time where omegas were at their most emotionally vulnerable, where they gave in to instinct. A time where they surrounded themselves in the things that made them feel safest, most at home.

He knew – he knew you used his scent to get through your pre-heat, but he never thought it meant that much. You were his oldest friend, and the fact that you found comfort in his scent was never something he questioned. He was an alpha, and you scented each other often – it made sense from a biology standpoint.

And – oh.

It hit him then that this was more than an alpha’s refusal to help their friend through their heat. This was more than a refusal for sex.

This was your biggest security blanket pushing you away at your most vulnerable, the person you trusted most to keep you safe leaving you when you were begging him to stay.

He really, really fucked up by coming here.

He should have checked the dates properly in the first place, and now he’d have to deal with the consequences. There was an unbelievably high chance that if he walked out that door, you’d have a breakdown, and he couldn’t just break your heart by leaving now.

Even if it ended up breaking his own. Even if you ended up thinking nothing of it, and he would never be able to erase the memory from his brain.

Because you were begging him to stay out of instinct, out of need. Not out of love. Not that he knew of, not the kind he wanted, at least.

But there was no reason to go there or question you about it, because he knew you’d say anything to make him stay, even if it wasn’t true. Not because you were a liar, but because that’s what your body would push you to do right now.

Knowing that the smell of his own panic would just set you off more, he took a couple deep breaths before falling to his knees in front of you. He had to force down the rising upset in his chest at the scent of your tears, every part of him screaming at himself for upsetting you this deeply.

“Hey,” he called out softly, his hands reaching out to gently pull your hands away from where they were hiding your face. At the sight of your red-rimmed eyes and wet cheeks, his heart tugged. “Look at me.” He slipped a hand forward to cradle your head, brushing against the hair at the nape of your neck. He hoped so badly that he could be a comfort to you, even when he was the one who hurt you in the first place.

He waited almost a minute for you to look up, doing his best to calm you in that time. When you finally raised your eyes to look at him, the fear in your expression was something he’d only ever seen a few times in his life. You were an expert at putting on a brave face for the world, and seeing the uncensored pain displayed there punched him in the gut.

“Baby,” he cooed, pulling you into his arms. He carefully maneuvered your face into the crook of his neck, smiling as you melted into his hold, a content sigh leaving you. He wrapped his arms around you, face rubbing into your hair as he stopped resisting the urge to scent you. He ignored the shiver that ran down his spine at your scent that only seemed to be growing stronger.

The two of you stayed like that for several minutes, your body so limp in his grasp that he had to keep both of you upright himself. He couldn’t tell whether you were awake, goosebumps rising to the surface of his skin as your nose brushed against one of the most sensitive parts of his body.

But when he stood up, wanting to get you somewhere more comfortable than the floor, he felt every muscle in your body tense, a low whine leaving your throat. Your hands grasped onto his shirt. “Jimin-”

“Shh,” he soothed, continuing to nuzzle into you as he stood you both up. “I’m not leaving.”

“You’re not?” you repeated, muffled into his shoulder.

“I’m not.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He scratched lightly at your scalp as the other hand stroked up and down the length of your back, humming when you finally relaxed again, your arms wrapping around to tug him as close as possible. “Good girl.”

Something in him awakened when he heard the hitch of your breath at his words, but he shoved it down. He had to keep a hold of himself while he still had the chance – because once you were in heat, there would be no rest for either of you. Not when it was taking his entire focus to hold himself back right now and it was only your pre-heat.

“I’m gonna take you to your room, okay?” he asked quietly. When you nodded, he scooped you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, head lolling sleepily against his shoulder.

You were very clearly exhausted, and guilt gnawed away at him for it. The emotional ups and downs of the past half hour must have taken even more out of you – while you tended to be quiet, you were never this quiet, not with him. You seemed to be asleep, steady exhales hitting the skin of his neck.

When he entered your room, his heart skipped in his chest at the sight of his belongings strewn across your mattress, a you-sized gap in the middle where you must have been laying. He couldn’t help the pride swelling in his chest, the possessive part of him thrilled at the notion of you burying yourself in his scent.

He supposed he should be happy you were asleep. Omegas tended to be self-conscious about their nest, which was why he was surprised you agreed to let him take you here so easily. The idea that you felt comfortable enough to let him in here without a fight brought forth a feeling in his gut that felt suspiciously like butterflies.

Easing off the shoes he’d never had the chance to remove at the front door, he brought you both down into the bed, careful not to jostle your form. He laid you down together, your body atop his, heart melting at your tiny noise of content.

He had to bite back a moan when you nuzzled further into his neck, your lips brushing against his skin.

Get it together, Jimin.

He didn’t know if he would ever be relaxed enough to sleep when you were on top of him already smelling like every sinful desire he’s ever had. His cock shouldn’t have been stirring when you looked so innocent, your hands curled up ever-so-slightly under his shirt. And despite everything in his mind telling him that he would regret this, his entire body was screaming in anticipation for this entire weekend.

This wouldn’t be the first time he’s helped an omega through their heat, but everything was different because this was you. Someone he cared about, someone he loved, and he knew you loved him too, whether it was in the way he wanted or not. Heat flared in him at the thought of you wet and desperate only for him, begging to be filled. He knew you’d be out of your mind with lust, and even before seeing it he knew it would be the most beautiful sight he’s ever set eyes upon.

Get a hold of yourself, Jimin.

It was absolutely no use to contemplate these things now, especially not when the scent of his arousal might wake you up and set you off prematurely. You both needed rest – he’d be damned if he didn’t make this the best heat you’d ever had just because he was tired.

And so he wrapped his arms around your middle, willing arousal from his brain and replacing it with thoughts of sleep. Luckily, his body must have been able to sense his need for rest before the upcoming days, and sleep found him easier than anticipated.

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You awoke to your back hitting your mattress, the first thing you noticed being that your body felt like it was being burned alive. But when you inhaled, the scent of pure alpha overtook all thought, brain incapable of anything other than unadulterated need, arousal shooting to your core almost instantaneously.

When your eyes shot open, fire lit within you when they immediately locked onto Jimin’s dark gaze, his body hovering over yours like he was about to pounce. When he took in the neediness in your eyes, his lip upturned in a salacious smirk, stare burning holes into you.

“Rise and shine, little wolf,” he drawled, hands locking onto your ankles and dragging you down the bed until your face was right below his.

You shivered despite yourself at the predatory expression on his face, holding back the whine that threatened to escape. You felt incapable of speaking, every intake of breath only fogging your mind further, the fire in you becoming so potent it was painful.

You couldn’t help the keening whimper that escaped when he roughly fisted a hand into the hair at the nape of your neck, yanking until your entire neck was on display. You gasped and arched into his body with want as he leaned in to inhale deeply right above your collarbone. The feral growl he let out at your scent had you shuddering, trembling hands trying desperately to pull him closer, but he didn’t relent.

“Please,” you begged, shoving your body upwards as much as possible, desperate to feel his body against your own. At the feeling of his canines brushing against the skin of your neck gently, you felt new wetness rush from you. Your desperation was only growing exponentially with every passing moment, and it felt like if you didn’t get touched soon, you would surely die.

“You smell so fucking good,” he snarled, voice raspier than you’d ever heard it before. He sounded almost pained, and it only set you off further. Everything in you ached for his touch, your cunt clenching around nothing despite Jimin not even having touched you yet. You needed it – needed to be touched, you needed him to quell the ache.

“Hurts,” you gasped out, still trying and failing to grind against his body above you.

“Aw, baby, I’m sorry,” he cooed, pressing his free palm down onto your clothed centre. His breath hitched as you started forcefully grinding against it immediately, a choked whine slipping from your lips at the sudden pressure right where you needed it most.

“Alpha...” you moaned, rutting shamelessly against his hand as you pushed further against the hand in your hair, baring more of the soft expanse of your neck. Your eyes shut as pleasure rocked your system, but it wasn’t enough. You needed more, his cock in your drenched cunt, his nails raking down your body as he utterly ravished you. You whined loudly at the thought, arousal slipping from you. It was clear he noticed when he hissed.

“Fuck, look at you. You’re dripping, so fucking desperate,” he panted, somehow sounding almost as ruined as you. “I’m gonna fuck this cunt senseless, fill you up so good you’ll never ask for anyone else again. Do you want that, little omega? Want me to make you mine?”

Any other time you might have questioned his possessive words, but any rational part of your brain was long gone. No, all that existed was you, Jimin, and your excruciating need to be filled.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you cried, whimpering at the imagery he put in your head. You wanted nothing more than to be his bitch, to take his cock and his seed and his knot. “Fuck me, please.”

“You beg so nicely,” he breathed, and you keened at the praise. You gasped as he sat back and quite literally ripped the shirt from your body, following suit with the rest of your clothes. You didn’t have it in you to complain, not when he was yanking your legs apart, gaze laser-focused onto your centre. “Don't worry, baby, your alpha is gonna take care of you, okay?”

You only nodded furiously, hips bucking upward suddenly as Jimin wasted no more time, two fingers smearing through your heat before thrusting abruptly into you. You finally felt some sort of relief at being filled, but it wasn’t enough. The stretch wasn’t satisfying enough, and your desire for more only amplified. But it seemed he knew this, adding another finger wordlessly.

“God, this cunt is so fucking hungry for me,” he growled, pistoning his fingers in and out roughly before grinding the heel of his hand into your clit.

You cried out as pleasure reared on you embarrassingly quickly, but no part of you wanted to cum without his cock inside you, dragging against your sensitive walls.

“Jimin...” you moaned, arching your back as you sought to push yourself closer to the source of your pleasure. He almost groaned at the sound of his name coming so wantonly from your lips. “Want you, please.”

“Yeah? You want to get stuffed?”

The garbled response you gave was nowhere near coherent, but it didn’t take a genius to see what you wanted. When he gave a low chuckle and pulled himself from his sweatpants, you started salivating immediately. He was girthy, vein visibly spanning the underside beneath his hand as he palmed himself. The head looked almost purple, the tip leaking. You needed it inside you.

Before you even realized it yourself, you were turning over onto your front. By the time you’d planted your face down, ass up, Jimin was already growling, roughly digging his fingers into your asscheeks. As several more seconds went by without his cock in you, you arched your back further, whining as he only dug his fingertips in harder.

“Such a good little wolf,” he crooned, hissing when your arousal dripped from your pussy to the bed. “Getting yourself so nice and ready for me. You need cock that badly? Can’t wait for it?”

You could have cried when you finally felt the tip of his cock at your entrance, but you didn’t have time to do or say anything before he shoved all the way in to the hilt without warning.

You must have screamed then, but you hardly noticed anything apart from the way he set a quick pace, hardly noticed when the tears left your eyes, body swimming in relief and euphoria. Every snap of his hips brought forth a moan from your lips, fingers digging helplessly into the sheets by your head.

“Tell me how it feels,” he snarled, moving to hold your hips up when the overwhelming pleasure left you unable to do it yourself.

It was all you could do to whimper, body feeling as though it was in the clouds as your walls clamped down on Jimin’s cock. He was stretching you so well, the slight burn nothing compared to the waves of pleasure he was sending through your entire being. You took a breath to respond to him once you registered what he said, but when his cock brushed against that spot inside you, it only left you as a choked moan.

“This needy cunt just sucks me right in, huh?” he groaned when your walls clenched down on him again, as though to trap him inside you. But it made no difference to him, his thrusts only continuing, fast and precise as your walls fluttered around him, whines falling from your lips. Recalling how responsive you’d been to praise earlier, he kept talking. “Doing such a good job for me, baby,” he hummed, smirking when he felt the shuddering of your body beneath his hands. “So fucking perfect for me, taking this cock so well.”

His words shot through you like fire, and combined with the drag of him inside you, you were propelled toward your end.

“Alpha...” you whimpered, pushing back onto his cock, a particularly rough thrust pulling a shout from your lips. You were so close to slipping over the edge, the squeezing of your walls around him more and more insistent as you approached your end. “Please.” It was as though no other words existed in your vocabulary, but Jimin could read you perfectly well, as though he was made for you.

“What’s that, hm? Baby’s gonna cum?” he taunted before reaching around to rub at your clit. “Let go then, milk my cock. I want to hear you.”

The added stimulation was more than enough to propel you into your orgasm, your mouth agape as your walls clamped down on his cock. You distantly registered Jimin’s moans from above you as he held you up and fucked you through your it, the sparks of pleasure never-ending.

But while his thrusts became less harsh, they did not lower in their intensity whatsoever. And as the fog in your head receded some from your orgasm, you only felt that much more sensation as you regained your bearings.

Rather than a mindless slave to pleasure and want, with your brain partly yours again you could truly feel. Feel the cotton of the sheets where they were clenched between your fists, feel the slight strain in your knees as they dug into the mattress, feel Jimin’s fingers anchored onto your hips, as though you would float away if he let go.

You could truly feel every drag of his cock against you, every grind, and when he perfectly maneuvered to hit against your g-spot, you were left breathless once again.

But with your increased coherence, your body craved more than just cock – you wanted closeness, wanted Jimin’s body against your own, his groans in your ear, his chest against your back.

“Jimin,” you called out, voice needy but noticeably more present.

His thrusts slowed but didn’t stop. “Hm?”

Rather than attempt to formulate an answer, you blindly reached a hand in his direction and made a grabbing motion. It was accompanied by your best impression of some sort of demanding noise, but you sounded like a spoiled brat even to your own ears.

He clearly didn’t mind though, huffing a laugh at your antics before coming down to your level, pressing some of his weight into your back as he nuzzled your neck.

“This what you want, baby?” he asked, wrapping his arms snugly around your middle. It would almost be cute, if not for the snap of his hips he opted to punctuate his question with.

You could only shiver and take it as he set a slow but intense pace, his cock slowly dragging out of you before he thrusted forward quickly in one single motion. But even in its intensity it was intimate, his lips tracing nonsensical patterns into the skin of your shoulder, his moans increasing in volume as you whined your pleasure.

His pace slowly but surely built you back up toward a second release, Jimin’s thrusts growing faster as he approached his own end. It wasn’t long before your moans were increasing in volume again, hips squirming beneath Jimin’s as that pressure in your abdomen only built and built.

“Gonna cum for me again, little wolf?” he growled directly into your ear, digging his fingers in close to your scalp and pulling your face up out of the sheets. No longer muffled, your moans were loud and unabashed, your pleasure surrendered entirely to him.

“I’m gonna fill this cunt up, gonna stretch you wide, is that what you want?”

As much as you were more coherent than last time, the effect his voice had on you was visceral, eyelids fluttering shut and goosebumps raising on your skin. When you only nodded with what little movement you could make within his grasp, he growled.

“Answer me!”

“Yes, yes!” you pleaded, eager to please. “Want you to fill me up, Jimin, please.”

“Such a good girl,” he moaned in response, moving to suck bruises into your neck. The thought of being marked by him for all to see only lit a new fire within you.

But when you felt the press of his canines brushing against the sensitive part of your neck, it was as though something in you snapped. You almost squealed as the orgasm rained down on you unexpectedly, something resembling ‘Jimin’ spilling from your lips, though you paid it no mind.

You were so lost in your pleasure you hardly noticed Jimin’s gruff yell from above you as he came, only registering it as his knot started to stretch you.

He shushed you gently as you whined, warmth still spilling into you as it finished inflating. Panting breathlessly against your back, he softly cupped your face as you caught your breath.

The stretch was more overwhelming than painful, every tiny movement seeming to shift his knot inside you enough to make you gasp. You should have grown used to the feeling by this point in your life, but it managed to catch you off guard every single time. You never felt ready for the immense stretch or the soreness that lingered between waves of your heat.

After several minutes of silence, breaths finally quieting, he spoke up.

“Are you okay?” he asked, hands reaching to keep you from squirming too much under him, knowing you’d only make the discomfort worse. “Relax for me.”

You nodded in response, letting yourself release the tension from your limbs as he continued to gently nose at your neck. His scent washed over you, but in this brief limbo between waves of your heat it spurred only calmness rather than arousal.

For you, at least, the first wave was always the worst in terms of self-control and mindedness. That was why it was essential for omegas to share their heat only with someone they could trust – if not a partner, then a friend. While omegas were at their most emotionally vulnerable during pre-heat, they were at their most physically vulnerable during the heat itself. In theory, Jimin could have done whatever he wanted, and you would have begged for it.

He hummed in approval when you went still beneath him, rolling the two of you onto your side so that you were no longer supporting his weight.

“Sleepy?” he inquired softly as he watched you stifle a yawn.

You only nodded again, reaching for Jimin’s hand to make him wrap it around you more snugly, pressing yourself as close to him as possible. You shivered as his knot shifted with your movement, though it didn’t ache as much as it did initially. You felt so full, his cock still half-hard within you, release still painting your walls with nowhere to go.

You let your eyes shut, soreness and exhaustion taking up residence temporarily before the next wave. As much as a heat could feel so intense it hurt, you found that the time between each wave was truly the most difficult. It was the time where every ounce of muscle pain and sleep deprivation hit you, but it was also the time where, to put it simply, if you didn’t recharge you were fucked.

Heats were strenuous on the body, and it unfortunately wasn’t abnormal for omegas to be brought to the emergency room from dehydration and malnutrition from their heat. That was why the medical professionals tended to encourage of-age omegas to spend their heats with a trusted partner – it was just safer altogether. It was difficult to push past the fog of exhaustion to take care of yourself when you were on your own, though not impossible.

A tiny whine was the only acknowledgment you gave when you felt his knot go down enough to slip from you. You made a noise of complaint as Jimin pulled from your side, but he quickly returned to you, wiping away the mess that was now between your thighs.

“If I help you, can you sit up?”

After hearing your noise of affirmation, he pulled you up so that your back rested against the headboard, careful not to move you too quickly. But despite that, you couldn’t help the lightheaded feeling that came with the motion, reaching out to steady yourself on Jimin’s arm.

When he took in your rapid blinking and unfocused eyes, his concern grew exponentially. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Tired,” you mumbled, leaning into his touch when he moved to stroke your face.

“Let’s eat something and then we can nap, okay?”

“Mm.”

He moved away from you quickly to grab things from under your bed. One of the first things they taught omegas after presenting was that it was essential to keep a food and drink store in your room during your heat. One of the most important parts of pre-heat was not only securing a heat partner if desired, but also packing enough nutrient-rich food and drinks to last through your heat if you’re unable to leave the room.

You hadn’t realized you’d dozed off until Jimin’s hand on your shoulder startled you awake. He took your hand in his own only to wrap your fingers around an energy bar he’d opened for you.

“Eat,” he commanded, though the soft, caring tone characteristic of Jimin never left his voice.

The thought of putting in effort to do anything was unappealing, but once you started, you realized how famished you were. When you finished your first bar within moments, he handed you a second, eating some for himself at the same time.

He didn’t waste any time with handing you a Gatorade bottle once you were finished eating, ensuring you could hold it yourself before getting his own.

As much as he seemed to be in a rush, this was a better safe than sorry type of situation. While sometimes you could squeeze in some sleep between waves of your heat, it sometimes felt like one huge gamble in terms of time. You’ve had downtimes of as little as 10 minutes in the past, so you were grateful that he was hurrying you along.

When he noticed you stopped drinking, he grabbed it from you to place it on the nightstand a safe distance away from the bed.

“Do you want anything else?” he asked, shoving all of the garbage into a bag to deal with another time.

“You.”

He turned around quickly, thinking you were going into your next wave, but froze at the sight of you simply blinking up at him sleepily.

He bit down on his lip to suppress a fond smile when you reached for his hand, severely hoping his face wasn’t as red as it felt.

He let you tug him forward, settling beside you in bed before pulling you securely into his side.

As much as you might have loved to talk or quietly cuddle, you were out like a light as soon as you laid your head down on his shoulder, face tucked securely into his neck.

--

The next two days went by in a blur. You never tended to remember very many specific moments from your heats besides that you felt good, and were definitely sore after. The combination of physical and mental exhaustion along with the mind-numbing desire didn’t seem to be conducive to proper brain function.

Fuck. Eat. Fuck. Eat. Nap. Rinse. Repeat.

“Kiss me,” you demanded, pulling Jimin down toward you by his shoulders.

From what you could tell, it was the last day of your heat, also making for the most coherent day. The consequences of not sating your heat on the last day were more uncomfortable than painful, and the sex almost resembled what it would any other day.

He obliged you easily, mouth meeting yours as he snapped his hips, filling you up and stretching you all in one stroke. He nipped at your lower lip as you moaned freely, arching your back to feel as much of his skin as possible.

You couldn’t help the increase in volume when he settled with his length in you, grinding his pubic bone into your clit. It seemed that Jimin was feeling similarly, both of you simply panting by each other's mouths rather than doing any sort of kissing like you’d intended.

It was only minutes before you felt the familiar tightening in your abdomen, Jimin groaning above you when he felt you clench around him. You whimpered as he sucked new bruises into the skin of your neck, a shiver making its way down your spine as he reached the soft skin below your ear.

But every part of you was screaming out for more.

“Mark me.”

Jimin froze instantly at your words, but it seemed that you weren’t properly considering the weight of your words, only urging him to continue his motions in search of your high.

A mark wasn’t permanent, but it was no small thing. More than a mark of “possession,” it was a mark of an alpha's care and loyalty, a mark of an omega’s trust. It was only something ever shared in serious relationships, and it would sometimes take partners years to reach that point.

“Jimin,” you whined when he ignored what you said. Every instinctive part of you wanted it so badly, your head subconsciously tipping back to give him easier access.

“No.”

“Jimin...”

“Don’t you know what you’re saying?”

“Please-”

“I said no,” he snarled, speeding up the snap of his hips enough that you were shifting up the bed. “Tomorrow, when this is all over,” he panted above you, teeth bared, “Then we’ll talk.”

He didn’t let you get a word in edgewise, continuously pulling himself from you fully before abruptly sheathing himself to the hilt once again.

You were left gasping for breath, swimming in sensation as your abdomen tightened, all else forgotten for the time being.

When he shifted to one side, a hand dropping to rub circles into your clit, you saw white. Your nails sharply dug into the skin of Jimin’s back where they were held, waves of pleasure battering you nonstop as he continued his thrusts.

But it was only moments later that he seated himself into you fully, warmth spilling into you as his knot inflated for the nth time since your heat began. It didn’t leave you gasping the same way as the first time, but a groan still wrenched itself from your throat at the sensation.

As soon as his body collapsed onto yours, you knew that your heat was finally over. The feeling was inexplicable, almost as though a weight had been lifted from the back of your mind.

You might have addressed the words uttered from your mouth only moments before if not for the debilitating fatigue that filled every limb and every square inch of your brain.

So, against your best judgment on any other day, you knocked right out.

--

When you next awoke, it wasn’t because desire ripped you from slumber, nor was it because your scent set off Jimin enough to wake you.

In fact, you were alone in your bed, immediately cringing at the sight of all the questionable stains dotting the sheets.

Good thing you had a mattress pad.

You sat up, wincing as every muscle screamed in protest. From your neck all the way to your fingertips, everything hurt. You’d probably be feeling this for days. It definitely didn’t help that the stench of sex was so strong you could feel a headache coming on.

You didn’t have time to ponder on Jimin’s whereabouts before he was coming back in through the doorway, half-dressed with water in hand.

He sent you a smile when you met eyes, but it was lost on you because as soon as he was here, every interaction over the past few days flooded your mind at once. And this time, there were no hormones to mask proper thought.

You asked – no, begged – him to stay. Even when he told you no.

You’d practically thrown a tantrum, what was wrong with you? Since when did your pre-heat make you throw respect out the window?

He wasn’t here because he wanted to stay, he was here because you forced him to. He was here because you were pathetic enough to get on the floor and beg him to stay, and Jimin, for the life of him, didn’t know how to say no to people. How could he look at you right now?

“Y/N?” he called, sounding puzzled. He must be able to smell your rising distress coming off you in waves, but you paid him no mind as you continued to recall the past few days, hating yourself more and more with every passing second.

You’d basically forced him to stay with you and fuck you for nearly four days without ever talking about it before.

It was more difficult to put together the pieces of what happened in your heat, memories mostly a blur of pleasure and then sleep.

But-

Fuck.

“Mark me.”

Your blood ran cold instantly.

Were you fucking insane? You dug your fingernails into your palms harshly to check if you were dreaming. Unluckily for you, you weren’t.

Was there any coming back from this? You couldn’t blame him if he could never look at you the same, if he never spoke to you again. Who would tell their heat partner – the first time they spent a heat together – to mark them?

It didn’t matter that you’d known each other since before you were even forming proper memories. It didn’t matter, because that wasn’t how this worked. You didn’t just ask your friends to mark you, no matter how much you loved each other.

A mark was something you shared with someone you intended to be lifelong partners with. Someone you’d dedicate your life to, someone you might want to have kids with someday.

God, what was wrong with you?

You didn’t notice his approach until a hand met your shoulder, too engrossed in staring at the floor as thoughts whirred in your head.

“What is it?” he asked, concern quickly turning into panic at finding you in this state with no explanation.

But it was as though with one touch, the floodgates broke, and angry tears started spilling from your eyes. Tears that had nothing to do with Jimin and everything to do with yourself.

He jumped back slightly in surprise, and you didn’t give him the chance to touch you again before you were furiously wiping the wetness from your face.

“God, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he questioned frantically, hands returning to your shoulders as he angled his face to try to meet yours, but you only kept turning your head to avoid him. He looked like he didn’t know what to do with himself, whether to join you on the bed or continue hovering awkwardly from the bedside. “Talk to me, please-”

“Do you hate me?” you choked out, eyes fixed on a random, insignificant spot on the sheets.

That seemed to quiet him instantly. “Huh?”

“I forced you here,” you whispered, though it seemed that the words didn’t want to stop once they started, volume only rising as you carried on. “You came here to be nice and then you tried to leave and I didn’t let you. You said no so many times and I begged you to stay until you couldn’t say no anymore! I don’t even know what I was thinking, I guess I wasn’t thinking at all-”

“Hey-”

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know how you must think of me right now but I wouldn’t blame you if you thought I was disgusting, I think I’m disgusting, god-”

“Hey, look at me,” he urged, prodding lightly at your chin until you raised your head enough to meet his gaze. When he saw your red eyes and miserable expression, it was as though a piece of himself broke. “I stayed because I wanted to.”

“You didn't, I remember you told me no, you ‘wanted to’ because I made you.”

“It’s not like that,” he replied, expression almost pained.

“Don’t lie to me to make me feel better,” you snarled, though it came off more broken than aggressive. “Stop trying to protect me, tell me when you’re mad at me!”

“I’m not mad at you.”

“Jimin-”

“You trust me, don’t you?”

The sudden question was enough to give you pause. “You know I do.”

He took a moment to settle onto the bed beside you, stretching out an arm to invite you in to lay with him. After only a moment of hesitation, you did.

“Then trust me when I say I wanted to stay,” he said firmly, stroking calming circles into your side. “You know I don’t like lying to you.”

It was true, he didn’t. Which summoned the question – if he wanted to stay, why did he refuse so many times? Were you sure he wasn’t lying now?

No – that wasn’t Jimin. Plus, you knew him so well that you doubted he would lie to you about something this serious, not when he was such an open book. But you didn’t have long to think about it before he piped up again.

“You asked me something yesterday,” he started, and you could hear in his tone that he was treading carefully.

You tensed up immediately when you processed his words, breath quickening as you anticipated what he was about to say. Was this the part where he told you he’s not mad he stayed, but he never wanted to speak to you again? You’d relaxed enough in the past few minutes that you’d almost forgotten about what you’d said yesterday. Almost.

“Why?” he asked simply.

Why. An obscenely loaded question contained within one 3-letter word. And yet, an answer wasn’t so easy.

“I don’t know,” you stalled.

“Don’t do that,” he scolded. “Really think. I know you, and I know you’d never be that nonchalant about a mark, ever. What changed?”

“Nothing changed!”

He only turned to give you a disapproving look before leaning his head back against the headboard and shutting his eyes. It was clear that he wasn’t going to make any more conversation until you properly pondered his question and gave him a real answer.

Why?

Did you even know why?

You wished you could say it just slipped out, that there was no other reason.

Maybe any other time you’ve said something questionable or downright stupid that would fly, but not for something like this.

Even at their drunkest, people didn’t ask their friends to marry them with the full intent of following through and starting life as an actual married couple.

Just the same, an omega doesn’t just ask a friend to mark them, mate them, not even in heat. Omega heats made it a fairly common occurrence to fuck your friends (at least, a select few) while unmarked, and it wasn’t as though the desire to be marked stemmed from a heat. If it were, platonic marking would be a thing already. And sure, marking made sex feel better, but heats were sexual, and marks were... more.

That was the problem, wasn’t it? There was no easy excuse, no escaping this.

One might say an omega was a slave to instinct in their heat, but instinct didn’t come from nowhere.

The instinct to nest came from the pursuit of safety in a vulnerable time. The instinct to ‘hibernate’ came from the need to save up energy for a heat. The instinct to scent came from the desire for intimacy and comfort. The instinct to fuck came from hormonal cycles and the body’s inherent goal to breed.

The instinct to be marked as an omega? To ask for it?

The need for emotional security, to know that your feelings were returned – attraction, desire, love.

Love?

If your love for Jimin was supposed to be a secret, it wasn’t a very well-kept one. You talked every day since you were kids, knew each other's mannerisms so well you didn’t need words to communicate, gravitated toward each other in every group setting, cried together when you separated for university...

You loved him, without a doubt. It was obvious. But was it more than that? Was your body trying to tell you something that you didn’t even consider?

“I...” you started but immediately trailed off, limbs so tense you almost seemed ready to run away. This wasn’t a conversation you ever imagined could take place.

“Don’t be scared. You can tell me anything.” Were you imagining things, or did his tone sound almost... hopeful?

“I’ve never asked someone to mark me before this.”

He only hummed lowly in response. You knew that he knew this already, but it seemed that this time, he wouldn’t call you out for circling around the question.

“I’ve never met someone who I felt more for than you. Safe, comfortable, happy, loved.” You paused, taking a deep breath. “I love you a lot, you know?”

His breath hitched despite himself, even though he knew you didn’t mean what he wanted you to mean. “I know,” he replied, sounding almost disappointed.

“But...”

“But?” he responded, allowing that tiny thread of hope to wind around his heart one more time.

“But I don’t know what I’m feeling,” you finished, panic increasing exponentially by the end of your sentence, your body almost feeling as though it was trembling.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he rushed, bringing you closer to rub his cheek into your hair. Was it cruel of him to feel some sort of joy at your words when you were clearly scared and confused?

His scent washing over you helped calm you some, but even still, you couldn’t stop thinking. What were you feeling? Did you want something more than friendship, or was this entire situation just putting thoughts in your head? Sure, you were undeniably compatible sexually, and sure, you found him attractive, but did you want a relationship? A romantic one? But even then, how much would that really change? What did you want? Would Jimin be disgusted with you? Let you down easily? It would have to be the latter, right?

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked-”

“No,” you cut him off.

“Huh?”

“You should’ve. I can’t be stupid forever.”

“You’re not stupid.”

“I am stupid, what kind of person doesn’t know whether they...” Even despite knowing he could tell exactly what you were trying to say, the words wouldn’t come from your lips. Were you in denial? Embarrassed? Something else?

“Emotions don’t have to be straightforward.”

“I wish they were.”

He breathed a laugh at that. “Believe me, I know.”

“Jimin, be honest with me.”

“I’m always honest with you.”

“Let’s say, hypothetically, you have this friend. You’re very good friends – best friends even. You see each other as much as possible, all that. And she tells you one day she wants to talk.”

“Oh? What’s her name?”

“Uhhhhh...” you paused, pulling out the first name that came to mind. “Susan.”

He choked back a laugh, though you could still feel his chest bouncing beneath your head. “My friend Susan. Okay, go on.”

“And she tells you that something happened, and it spurred this huge train of thought that had never occurred to her before. Something that made her think about your entire relationship as friends, and made her think about herself.”

“Uh huh...”

“And she had to wonder, how much of her heart was invested in this relationship? That answer was easy – all of it. But what really had her confused was what parts of her heart were in it.”

You fidgeted nervously, but instead of saying something, Jimin only reached for one of your hands, intertwining your fingers together.

“But what really scared her the most was – how would you react? What happens when your best friend tells you that maybe your love for them extends beyond friendship?”

You took several deep breaths, trying to muster up the courage to finish the ‘story’ you’ve started. There was no backing out of this now. Your hand squeezed his hard enough that it must have hurt him, though he didn’t seem to mind.

“If she told you she thought she loved you as more than a friend, how would you respond?” you asked, trying to inject as much nonchalance into your voice as possible and failing miserably. You could feel your palms getting sweatier, and you thought your teeth might chew straight through your bottom lip. You held your breath once you heard Jimin take one of his own, preparing mentally for whatever was about to leave his lips.

“I would tell her I love her back.”

It was as though time stopped. “You... you what?”

Unwilling to let you hide your face anymore, he pulled you over so that you were straddling him, your heart filling when your eyes met his, full of honesty and understanding and... love.

“I would tell her I love her back. That if she wanted me, I was hers.”

Your eyes searched his face desperately for several seconds longer, waiting for the moment this bliss would break, the moment he took his words back, left you heartbroken before you’d even properly processed that it was his to break. But that moment never came.

“Really?” you whispered, eyes wide and screaming with vulnerability, but also wonder. The petty part of him wished he could fault you for being so oblivious, but it wasn’t your fault that you two had simply never outgrown the innocent intimacy from childhood, even after presenting.

“Really.”

“I do want it. You. I want to try. If you can be patient with me.”

“Okay. Give me a chance and I’ll make you fall in love with me for sure.”

“Oh.” As hard as you tried to purse your lips, the smile still broke its way through, eyes crinkling happily as every insecurity felt like it left at once. Was it this easy? Could happiness come so quickly in a moment, just like that?

“Oh,” he replied simply, beam splitting his face at your barely-contained joy, your expression so innocent even after all that happened the past few days.

“Oh,” you repeated, though this time the word undoubtedly seemed to harbour more weight, brows furrowing.

“Hm?”

“That’s why you said no, isn’t it? The reason you wanted to stay but tried to leave?”

The sad smile that spread across his face at that was all the answer you needed, the briefly-forgotten guilt coming back instantly.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” he assured, pulling you close enough that your bodies were plastered together. “It all worked out anyway, right?”

You nodded, relaxing in his arms. If your brain wasn’t going a mile a minute right now, you were so comfortable you could’ve slept like this.

You allowed yourself several minutes to simply lay in his arms, that familiar blueberry-pine scent making you heart feel lighter and lighter.

“So,” you mumbled.

“So.”

“What changes now?”

“What do you want to change?” he replied.

“I asked first.”

He chuckled lightly. “Fine. Well...” You leaned back in confusion when he started pushing you up and off of him. “I think being able to do this is a good change.”

He leaned his face into yours, giving you a moment to back away before gently pressing his plush lips to yours.

You’d kissed already in your heat – you remembered that much. But this wasn’t a kiss that demanded your surrender, nor was it fast, or rough. It was just soft, intimate – because sometimes, emotions were easier said through actions rather than words.

You slid your hands into his hair, dragging your nails against his scalp as you deepened the kiss. His hands traced nonsensical patterns into the skin of your back, holding you close as though you’d ever want to leave. It was so easy to get lost in him, in the way he held you, touched you, kissed you, as though you were something to be cherished.

It wasn’t long before the kiss started to get more heated, though, and you couldn’t help yourself from nipping at his bottom lip. He made a low noise in response, a hand moving to grip your ass as the other winded its way into your hair.

It was when his hand made contact with your bare ass that you remembered that you were naked throughout this entire ordeal. And just as you processed that, his hand started inching its way slowly but surely between your legs.

“I think the fuck not, Park Jimin,” you gasped, breaking the kiss and throwing his hand from your body.

He burst into bright laughter at your words, eyes forming crescents that would make any person’s day better. His happiness was contagious, and you couldn’t hold back the giggles at the sound of him.

“How sore are you?” he questioned, tiny giggles still escaping him. You thought you detected a hint of concern somewhere in there, but you couldn’t blame him for being in an obscenely good mood.

“Ugh. Are you not sore at all?”

“Not really? Mostly hungry, I guess.”

“I hate you. It feels like all of my limbs want to detach from their sockets, and don’t even get me started on what it feels like between my legs. You and your dick can go die.”

Your words only set off another round of laughter from him, his grin wide as he took in your fake pout.

“Are you sure you want that? You seemed to enjoy it from where I was standing. You’re sending me mixed signals here,” he teased.

You let out a childish noise of complaint. God, was this what you were getting yourself into? You were already used to his antics by now, but now you had to deal with them while he flirted too? Someone send help.

“Pity me a bit,” you whined, giving him the best wide-eyed pout you could muster. Though, it only seemed to raise his mood even more.

“I’m sorry I broke you,” he said.

You smacked him a bit harder than you would normally. “Jiminnnnnnnnn,” you said, stringing out the word for as long as a breath would allow.

“If I made you food, would you forgive me?”

“...I’m listening.”

“What if I said I already made you food?”

“What?!” you perked up, any grudge you might have held disappearing in an instant. “What did you make?”

“Lay down and find out in 5 minutes, I’m tired,” he responded, laying down comfortably and encouraging you to do the same. You didn’t require much convincing, cuddling back into his side. This position wasn’t anything abnormal for you two, but it felt different now. Newer, more intimate.

Needless to say, 5 minutes turned into 2 hours after you’d both fell asleep.

But when Jimin placed a bowl of re-heated stir-fry in front of you 2 hours later, you would say he secured his place as fully, unequivocally yours.

[bnhamixjuice-sfw]

ANON REQUEST: Hawks, Dabi and Aizawa: spot an ex he had a bad break up with, he sees her walking around struggling to hold on to a bag of groceries while pushing a stroller with a toddler in it that looks awful lot like them, and the he awkwardly confronts them when the bag falls out of her hands.

Tags: Manga Spoiler, Mention of cheating, Angst to Fluff.

Hawks

“I’m so sorry Dove, I didn’t mean to–”

“Didn’t mean what? to deny that I’m your girlfriend in front of the media ‘cause you had a job agreement with the commission not to reveal me! okay Keigo you’re doing this for what reason exactly? Hero Reputation? More women you can use to cheat behind my back again and expect me to forgive you? I–I don’t want this kind of life anymore!”, you wailed in pure anguish roughly wriggling your wrist away from his firm clutch.

He felt suffocated when he needed to let you go for all the things that he did to hurt you, holding back the urge to chase you outside when you frantically closed the door, not looking back anymore on him. Leaving the top pro hero falling on his knees, lonely between these four walls of his house.

After all this time he can’t forget you, longing to see your face everywhere he goes even on pro hero awarding events or his usual patrol work with Endeavor looking for you through the crowds, praying to see your smile again that he misses the most.

His life was crumbling apart without you, but luck was on his side today when he spotted you not too far from where he was signing autographs for his fans while stealing some glances. As always, you’re still beautiful standing there.

Trying to fix your grocery bags while clasping the baby-carriage’s handle. He hesitated at first to approach you thinking you’re probably waiting for your husband to pick you up and your child. And that’s when a tuft of yellow hair popped out.

“Mommy look it’s Hawks, Awtoglaph pweasee awtoglapph”, his excited pleas reached Hawks’ ears. pointing his fingers towards your ex-boyfriend who waved a hand on both of you.

Soon red feathers clumped together on the ground, preventing your bag to fall.

“Wow what do we have here, a kid full of energy today, so where do you want me to sign your autograph?”, stooping down beaming a smile with his eyes crinkling behind his yellow visor making your child gasp in awe.

He knew instantly that his suspicion was right seemingly looking at his own reflection with those golden honey orbs and black lines on those eyelids and small bump protruding behind the kid’s shirt, red feathers similar to his, messily cramped inside.

“Ke–Hawks here… ”, almost calling out his first name when you handed him a notebook and a pen.

Slightly feeling his gloved hand against your palm.

“Hawks look I hab wings too–”

“Honey we need to go home now or else you’ll miss your favorite show again, now say bye bye to Mr. Hawks”, you interrupted, sneaking a warning glare on him not to tell him anything before gently freeing your child’s wings out from his shirt’s makeshift holes.

“Little fledgling I guess your wings were moulting, so did your Daddy tell you about it”

“Hab no Dawdy but Oh you see… Mommy Lov’ Dawdy so much that she booboo cries” you were shock-stricken softly hushing your child out of embarassment.

“Well kid make sure to tell your Mommy not to cry okay cause Daddy loves her so much, yes don’t forget to tell that to her every day I–”, he stammered with his voice started cracking, overwhelming him with emotions too easily, swallowing the lump forming on his throat.

“Your father loves you too kid trust me, and surely there’s not a single day he’s not thinking of your Mommy, his only Dove–Ah I think I’m taking too much of your time Miss I-I’m so sorry”, halting it immediately, muffling a few sniffles before finally signing his signature.

Your heart began thumping so loud, not expecting him shamelessly grabbing your hand, burying you into a warm embrace in public.

“Wait Keigo stop this, everyone’s taking so many pictures of you”

“No I don’t care anymore, listen Dove I’m so sorry and I still love you, come back to me please I promise I won’t hurt you again, I’ll do better this time just let me make up for it, and for our son”

You can’t blame yourself for giving in, accepting him wholeheartedly knowing this is what you promised to him once.

To never let your future child experience the same heartache he suffered from his past.

Dabi

He regret those cruel words that came out from his mouth the first time he was too fed up of your constant admonishment of putting a rest on his revenge against his family forever since you cannot bear to see him exhausting his body anymore, starting this heated discourse again between you.

“You always bring this up y/n every single day and it’s too annoying already, why are you siding on Enji too much Babydoll… come on just say it you really want us to have a perfect family, so cool to have a child with this debilitating quirk too right?”

Sucking your inner lips anxiously avoiding to tell him something about that last one, you felt his grip on your sholders constricting furiously waiting for you to answer him back, but your tears spilling from those precious eyes made his stomach churn in guilt realizing what he had done when you began screaming on his face that everything’s over, shoving him away and locking the door of your house shut.

He knew how much of a dick he was, the worst break up that’s been haunting him everyday with your terrified face forever etched on his mind

It’s been a long time since the last time he saw you after you moved from your old house and he cannot find you everywhere until today.

He saw you pushing a stroller on the side of the road and having a hard time balancing the bag of groceries on your other hand.

Perhaps you found someone better than him and additionally having a child; a normal child considering he’s not the father. that’s what he thought until something caught his attention.

Squinting his eyes, he was slack-jawed to find a familiar cerulean orbs and red hair on that young boy giddily calling you Mommy.

He took this rare chance of talking to you again by catching your bag of groceries that you clumsily dropped, your eyes met recognizing your ex-boyfriend instantly when he removed his mask. piercing eyes gazing down below observing your child’s similar features.

“Babydoll why didn’t you tell me about him, our son?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Dabi and refrain from calling me that nickname anymore, also stay away from MY son before I call the police”

You breathed heavily snatching back your grocery bag from his grasp, clutching the stroller’s handle in pure anger.

“Daddy you meanie, go home”, tugging his pants with those tiny hands.

It hurts you to see your own child begging for his father to go home, when you can’t even tell him how you often show his own picture to your child that’s why he recognized his own father easily, keeping him close to his heart and memory forever.

You can’t hate your only child’s father.

He was expecting him to cry on his intimidating face when he bent his knees down to look at his child closely, ignoring your earlier threat by patting his son’s head seemingly accepting this foreign fatherly instinct.

“Kid look I’m obviously a bad guy, I don’t want you to get in trouble so maybe next time when your Mommy allows me, don’t worry I’ll probably see you again next time pepperoni haired kid”, chuckling when he saw his son’s childish pout, letting him pinch his stapled cheeks annoyed at his nickname.

“Y/n this is goodbye then”, flashing you that thin smile noticing his lips quivering a bit as he stood.

Shoving both of his hands inside his pockets before turning around to walk slowly away from both of you ignoring your child’s tantrum cries calling for him to go back.

“Ssh… sweetie don’t cry okay–Wait Touya!”

He stopped on his tracks when you yelled his real name again, like how you used to call him that before out of endearment.

“We’re going to stay here from now on so same address, the usual okay knock thrice and use our anniversary day on pressing the doorbell and don’t forget our password, listen I’m doing this for our child only so you better show up tonight or I won’t ever give you a chance”

He disappeared quickly after that, and tonight he never failed to show up incessantly ringing the doorbell many times even greeting you that typical password; a kiss.

A yearning kiss, hands intertwining the moment you opened your heart once again.

Aizawa

“Shouta you keep missing my calls these past few weeks when I needed you the most, you barely have enough time to visit me when I was sick the whole week and now you’re late, fine I don’t wanna hear your excuses anymore”

Those bitter words pierced him like thorns, seeing you slip out that engagement ring from your finger and placing it on a table whispering those bitter words he doesn’t want to hear from you.

“It’s better if we end this relationship now before we regret something, I–I can’t imagine my future being married with you or even having a child with you who pathetically seek for time and attention from his workaholic father, sorry Shouta”, you covered your mouth trying to bite back your tongue from spilling about your unborn child.

Running outside the restaurant leaving him heartbroken that he can’t further speak out his words anymore because everything that you just told him was painfully true.

He doesn’t deserve you, blaming himself for not appreciating you enough despite of your effort of enduring the hardships of having a pro hero fiance who often risk his life for his students. A man who can’t even spend a time to take care of you.

Nevertheless, he wanted to mend back those strings that binds you to his heart, always pouring out his loneliness on visiting that Cat Cafe on his day off every week reminding him of memories you two share.

You often take him there to spend a date knowing he’s fond of cats and snapping lots of photos of him every time he ends up sleeping on the corner with cats huddling close to his face nearly suffocating him.

Keeping your engagement ring to him all the time was the only thing that calms him down whenever he’s in dire situation on his job, thinking how much he wish to meet you here again.

Unbelievably seeing you again one time, rubbing his weary eyes once and twice to know if it’s truly you. Indeed, he can’t forget that familiar caring smile of his beloved, finding you outside the cat cafe currently having a problem of organizing your bag of groceries.

“Mawmmy, neko pweasee I wanna touch it!”, your daughter began whinning clapping his hands to get your attention.

He can’t believe his own eyes when your child resembles him too much with that obsidian dull eyes and sleek black hair minus for that pigtail hairstyle but that scowl seems a carbon copy of his own.

“Wait Baby I–”

“I think you need help Y/n”

You were flabbergasted to find your ex-fiance taking a hold of your bag of groceries with his whip that was about to hit the ground and voluntarily offering his Neko tote bag for you which you persuaded him not to.

“Mawmmy pwease I want that too, Neko”, her tiny hands reaching out determined to get it no matter what.

“Baby no–”

“Well your daughter love cats so much, you can give this to her, please just a friendly gift”, taking out something from his pocket leaning down a bit to his side to rummage on that keychain, letting you see his necklace around his neck with that old engagement ring of yours dangling.

“Found it, here kid I’m not sure if you’ll like this”

“Aww Mawmmy have that too um…right Mawmmy, so no thanks Mister”

There’s no way you were married that’s what Shouta suspected when he saw you not wearing any ring, and obviously that cat keychain was closely similar to his anniversary keychain that you two bought for each other.

“Y/n I can drive you two back to your house if its okay–”

“Mawmmy please say yes”

You sighed in defeat not having a choice in the first place and also giving freedom to your child to spend time with her father who doesn’t know about this.

His car was still the same, sitting beside him and your child now sleeping behind after getting so tired ogling on his car’s cat accesories.

You chuckled upon seeing your daughter’s face on the mirror messily drooling, leaning slightly on your side to wipe the corner of her mouth.

“Darling is she our daughter”

“Eyes on the road Shouta, and yes so what will you do about it. Do you expect me to ask for any financial support from you oh maybe spending your precious time for our daughter that I can’t even get from you years ago”, you sarcastically uttered, stabbing him rudely with those truthful words he was unprepared to hear from you.

“I understand if you’re still mad at me y/n, but I just want you to let you know that I want to set things right first before asking you to forgive me. Because I don’t want to miss this opportunity again to tell you how much I wanted to talk to you or maybe to see you in your white wedding dress”

You can’t resist how determined he was to get close to you again, feeling his hand slowly making its way on you.

Giving back that engagement ring to whom it truly belongs, and that was you, a dream he wanted to come true despite it being too impossible.

Turning your head away to wipe your own tears, proposing for the second time that you have been waiting to hear from him all along.

“She’s your daughter Shouta and don’t you dare make her cry of I’ll scratch your face harder than what your cat does”

“That’s too kind of you, I mean my cat misses your deadly belly rub too, you named him Mr. Pickles right, well I’m sure he’d be thrilled to see his Mom again and his new sibling soon”,

You both exchanged soft giggling catching up on one another by starting the conversation about your lives and so on and so forth, and apparently your child was eavesdropping on both of you.

Your daughter muffled a “Pro hero mission success” after accomplishing her goal, peeking a bit to see you wearing that shiny ring.

She knew it the first time she saw that stranger recognizing him from one of the picture you often place under your pillow, her daddy.

Well she did inherit Shouta’s intellectual skills after all.

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