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muchosbesitos · 7 months

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forbidden pt 2

pairing: brother’s best friend miguel x fem reader

warnings: mentions of a piss kink(as a joke i’m sry 🧍🏻), exhibition, fingering, 69, missionary, overall smut 🫡

author’s note: not much to say, hope you enjoy :)

Before you got a chance to try to explain yourself, Miguel interrupted you, putting his hands on your shoulders as he looked directly at you. "Look, for your sake and for your brother's sake, I didn't hear anything. Nothing happened, right?" He asked, watching for any reaction from you. "Right," you mumbled, feeling embarrassed that you had completely misread the kiss in the closet at the party. You walked over to the living room with Miguel, grabbing two water bottles and handing one to him. "So you don't need anything?" He asked, glancing over at you as you sipped on your water. "Just a hole to swallow me up," you mumbled, more so to yourself than him. He pursed his lips, choosing to stay quiet as you turned on the tv in front of you.

Soon enough, you'd fallen asleep to the show playing on the tv and Miguel couldn't help but smile a bit as he looked over at you. Your lips were slightly parted as you snored, your hair disheveled from the moving on the couch, but most importantly, he saw how relaxed you were, a sharp comparison from the outspoken girl he got to meet. He picked you up in his arms, taking you to your room. He was about to leave the room when he felt your hands on his arm, preventing him from leaving. Miguel decided to stay the night, laying down on the bed next to you as he stroked your hair. As he held you in his arms, he couldn't help but wonder if this was what Eve felt with the apple, having the temptation dangling right in front of you without being able to divulge in it.

Miguel started to shift on the bed, trying to get comfortable but felt something digging in his back every time he moved. His shifting had woken you up and you turned around to see him holding your pink sparkly dildo in his hands, an amused smirk pulling at his lips. "You could've asked me if you wanted a proper size reference, preciosa," he said, looking over at you. "Cállate. It was on sale at Spencer’s," you replied groggily, grabbing the dildo from his hands as he burst out laughing. "Do the sparkles make it feel better?" He asked in between laughs, letting out a small groan as you punched his arm. "You can sleep on the floor si sigues burlandote," you replied, turning to your side as you put the dildo in your nightstand. "But yes, the sparkles make it feel better." (if you keep making fun)

You woke up the next morning with a hand splayed across your stomach, your back plush against a hard chest. You shifted a little on the bed to see Miguel cuddling up next to you, his soft snores filling up the room. You couldn't help but smile a bit, seeing Miguel so vulnerable and so comfortable with you. You tried to get up from the bed but Miguel held on to you like a stuffed animal, clutching you close to his chest. "Miguel, I have to pee," you huffed out, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. "Just pee in my mouth," he mumbled, his face buried in your neck. "Would've never taken you for a piss kink guy," you mumbled, giving up on your efforts. "So what you're saying is that it's completely fine to fuck yourself silly with a sparkly dildo to my beach Instagram pic but a piss kink is where you draw the line?" He asked, rubbing his eyes as he let go.

"I don't see how those two correlate. And how'd you even know it was that pic?" You called out from the bathroom once you went inside, closing the door with your foot. "You liked it at 12. Wasn't that hard to figure out," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. You came out out of the restroom a couple minutes later, going back to the bed. "Even if I did do such a thing, someone said it never happened," you responded with a small shrug, glancing over at him. His hair was sticking out in all directions as he got up from the bed, his shirt riding up as he stretched. "Touché."

You and Miguel went to the kitchen a little while after, starting to bake some pancakes when your brother came in through the front door, trying to be as quiet as possible. His eyes grew wide as he heard you and Miguel’s teasing laughs, walking over to the two of you. "Are you sure you slept with Katie last night? You look like you got attacked by leeches, man," Miguel remarked, watching the reddening hickeys on your brother's neck. Your brother rolled his eyes, walking over to the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee. "What're you doing here so early, O’Hara?" Your brother asked, leaning against the counter as he watched you mix the pancake batter. "Your sister was asleep when I got here so I figured staying the night wouldn't hurt," Miguel responded, handing you an egg. He took notice of the way your fingertips grazed against his, but remained neutral as to not give your brother any motive for suspicion.

Your brother left the kitchen a little after, claiming that he was tired and needed some sleep. You and Miguel sat at the dining table, eating the pancakes in a comfortable silence. You stopped eating when you noticed Miguel was staring at you, your brows furrowed as you tried to decipher what he could be thinking about. "Mira, it's not that I don't want to sleep with you. God knows I’d love to but you saw the look on your brother's face when he saw me cooking pancakes in the kitchen," he spoke up, wiping some syrup away from his chin with a napkin. You thought about what he said, taking a bite of your pancakes as you looked down at the floor. "Look, what happened last night was just a stupid mistake, okay? I completely misread what happened with the kiss and I'm sorry if it made you feel weird," you replied, wiping some syrup away from your own mouth. He wanted to tell you that he didn't find it weird at all, that the only thoughts from now on when his hand wraps around his cock will be just how pretty you sounded, but he chose to stay quiet.

You had managed to avoid Miguel for the next couple of weeks, since you'd passed your physics class and he made a point of not coming to the apartment when he knew you were at home. However, one of the events that neither of you could miss was the annual Christmas dinner that your brother put together, since that would arise his suspicion that something was going on. He'd even asked you the other day if something was going on with Miguel, to which you denied way too quickly but your brother responded with a small shrug, still under the idea that you and Miguel hated each other.

You couldn't handle facing Miguel at the party with some backup so you decided to ask one of your best friends for a favor. You knew that he had just gotten out of a messy breakup so he would be the perfect candidate for this plan you conjured up while in the bathroom. You picked up some of his favorite snacks, hoping that the bribery would work. "Can you be my fake boyfriend please?" You asked once he took the snacks from you, fluttering your lashes innocently as you sat down on the edge of his bed. He rolled his eyes, taking a bite out of the snack as he looked over at you. "Fine, so long as this isn't like some Wattpad scheme to get me to fall in love with you," he remarked, a small smirk on his lips as he extended his hand out. You shook his hand, letting out a small laugh at his condition. "I solemnly swear I won't fall in love with you."

Before the party had started, Miguel approached your brother and decided to ask him the question that had been lingering in his mind. "What would you think if I wanted to start dating your sister?" Miguel asked, grabbing a beer from the fridge as he looked at your brother for any reaction. "Well, I wouldn't be happy with it given your dating history but I wouldn't tell her against it. Shes smart enough to know what's good for her, and besides, the more you tell someone not to something the more they want to do it," he replied, surprising Miguel with his answer.

"That's weirdly insightful coming from you."

"First of all, that's very rude. And second of all, I am a licensed psychologist after all."

"Taking AP Psychology in high school doesn't make you a licensed psychologist, dude."

Despite all the remarks with your brother, he felt a weight be relieved from his chest when he got the approval that everything would be okay with the two of them. He was now going to pursue his feelings towards you, start showing you just how much he liked you throughout the years. However, that idea quickly flew out the window when he saw you walk into the apartment hand in hand with someone else. He felt the blood roaring in his ears as you started to introduce him as your boyfriend, his grip almost crushing the guy's hand when it was his turn to shake hands. His knuckles turned ghostly white from how hard he was gripping his hand, only letting go when he saw the look of concern in your eyes.

The dinner went by smoothly, the conversation flowed with easy as you managed to ignore the stares that Miguel was giving you throughout the night. You saw your date gently rubbing his knuckles from how hard Miguel had shook his hand, giving him a sympathetic smile. When the dinner had ended, your brother stood at the edge of the table, clinking his fork against his champagne glass. "So as I'm sure you all know, me and Katie have been dating for the last couple months and they've been amazing. so with that, I'd like to announce our wedding!" Your brother spoke out, your eyes drifting over to Katie to see some tears forming on the brim of her eyes from how excited she seemed to be. Even if the concept of marrying young confused you, you were glad that your brother found someone that made him truly happy.

The dinner had died down soon after and everyone had moved to the living room to share a glass of aguardiente that Miguel had brought over, reminiscing over past christmas reunions. Your eves eventually landed on Miguel, finding that he was already staring at you with an expression of longing. Like he wanted to say something but he couldn't. You brushed off those thoughts, deciding to take the rejection with some dignity, and went back to looking at your brother as he acted out the time you broke your nose at the ski lodge.

You had been trying to learn how to ski since you spent most of the time at the resort watching your brother and Miguel do it from the window. You wanted to ask your brother how to do it, but you remembered the hushed whispers he shared with Miguel in his room, about how he asked him to feel bad that you didn't have anyone else to talk to, and decided against it. However, you had completely miscalculated just how steep the slope was and while you were on the skis, you completely lost control. A giant rock in the middle of the mountain was all you saw before you went unconscious, one of the ridges hitting your nose directly.

When you arrived back at consciousness, you saw Miguel looming over you with a worried expression on his face. "Oh thank god you're not dead," he sighed out in relief, helping you get up from the snow. "Why would I be dead?" You asked, looking over at him in confusion as you leaned against him for support. "Well you were unconscious in the middle of the snow," he muttered, taking you to the nurse's room in the resort room. "Don't do that again, next time you wanna learn something, ask me," he spoke up when the nurse left the room to check up on another patient. You weren't sure why, but seeing him so worried about you made something fluttery take hold on your stomach, feeling something apart from disdain for him.

The memories from what happened were bittersweet, the way Miguel looked at you when your brother was describing the events making that fluttery feeling take place once more. Eventually, your brother and Katie headed back to her dorm to spend Christmas Eve at her place leaving just Miguel and your fake boyfriend in the room. Your ‘boyfriend’ leaned over, pressing a small kiss on your cheek, just enough to still sell the relationship, before saying goodbye to Miguel and leaving. You felt Miguel’s eyes boring into you as he left, the feeling making you a bit unsettled. He started to speak but you decided to interrupt him, the need to explain yourself starting to grow overwhelming.

"He's my fake boyfriend, we're not dating," you spoke up, rubbing the back of your neck as your eyes darted from side to side. "I guessed, he just ended things with Eddie Brock," Miguel replied with a small shrug, keeping his gaze on you. You looked back at him, your eyes widening a bit as you brushed a piece of hair away. "Thanks for not saying anything," you mumbled, feeling your cheeks flush red at the fact that Miguel had caught your lie so early on. You watched miguel roll his eyes and get up from the couch, taking a small box out of his pocket. He handed the box to you and started to head out the door before he turned around to look at you. "Your brother said he wouldn't have a problem if we started something, but have fun with your fake relationship. I'm sure that's very fulfilling. Merry Christmas," he spoke up, clearing his throat before he left.

A couple of weeks later before the actual wedding, you and your ‘boyfriend’ decided to end things before it got too serious. You knew that he deserved a chance to get out there and start dating once more, so you didn't want to hold him back. You walked into your brother's room with tears in your eyes and your mascara dripping down your cheek as you threw yourself on his bed. "What happened?" He asked you in a soft tone, rubbing your back. A part of you felt bad at how comforting he was being, but you knew that you had to sell the part. "My boyfriend and I ended things. He said he wanted to prioritize other things in his life," you spoke up after a couple minutes, completing it with a choked sob as you wiped away at your eyes. Your brother started to try to cheer you up, giving you free access to the remote and even buying some of your favorite ice cream.

Soon enough though, the wedding arrived and you found yourself sitting at the reception, simply watching other people talk and dance while you sipped on your champagne. Your eyes widened a bit as Miguel sat down next to you when the waiters started to take the food out and your brother started with his speech. You tried to focus on what your brother was saying but you felt Miguel’s gaze burning into you, your eyes flickering to see him. You instantly regretted it since you realized that Miguel was dressed in a black tux, the same as all the other groomsmen, but he filled it out so well. The suit looked like it was tailored just to fit his body and his normally disheveled hair was slicked back and away from his face. You turned away quickly, hoping he didn't catch you ogling over him and returned your attention back to your brother.

You felt Miguel’s fingers gently squeezing on your thigh, rubbing small circles as he started getting closer to your clothed pussy. His touch felt like it was waking a fire deep inside of you, the feeling of having him so close starting to mess with your brain chemistry. You looked up to see if he was as affected by this, but he remained focused with the conversation he was having with your brother. You spread your legs instinctively when you felt his fingers brush against your clothed pussy, his fingers rubbing small circles through the fabric. "Already so wet and I didn't even do anything, hm?" He whispered in your ear when your brother started to speak to another one of the guests, your pussy clamping around nothing.

Miguel continued with his teasing for a bit, prodding and rubbing through the fabric but not quite touching you just yet. You felt yourself growing needier with every single of one of his caresses, the pressure he was giving you wasn't enough to satiate the need you felt. "Please, just do something," you begged, the tone in your voice surprising you from how needy it sounded. "Calladita," he whispered, moving your panties off to the side as he plunged one finger deep inside of you. You nodded, biting down on your lip to suppress any noises as he slowly started pumping it in and out of you. His thumb went to your clit, rubbing small circles that matched with the rhythm he was going at. You clenched around his fingers, watching the way his brows furrowed at the tightness. He plunged another finger inside, the thickness of the two already filling you up. He curled his fingers to hit your g-spot, your hips grinding to match his rhythm. You pressed your hand against your mouth, your releases coating his fingers completely.

Miguel pulled his hand down from the table, licking his fingers as he looked over at your brother with a cocky smile on his face. "Dinner was amazing, thank you," he told your brother before standing up to go mingle with some of the other guests. You and Miguel didn't talk much after that, sometimes you caught yourself staring at him for too long and sometimes he would stare at you but that's where it ended. You kept wishing that he'd come over to talk to you , but he never did, choosing instead to maintain his distance. You got tired from the party about an hour later, excusing yourself from your brother and the guests before heading to the hotel room your brother had rented out.

You were in the middle of scrolling through tv channels and sipping on the wine room service had brought when you heard a knock on the door. Your eyes widen a bit as you saw Miguel standing in front of you, his suit jacket gone along with his tie. He stepped closer and grabbed your chin, kissing you like he'd been meaning to do that all night. You let out a soft whimper as your hands wrap in his hair, pulling him closer to you. He pulled on your lower lip, soothing the sting with his tongue and took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. He kissed you with so much passion, so much need and desire, and you felt your knees weakening at the intensity.

Miguel grabbed a 'do not disturb' sign and put it on the door knob before shutting it. Your clothes were discarded along with his on the floor, your bodies colliding as you made your way to the bed. You ended on top of him with your pussy in his face and your face against his cock, the tip reddening and leaking out precum. You let out a soft moan when you felt Miguel plunge a finger deep inside of you, curling as he moved it in and out of you. Your lips wrap around his cock, wanting to give him an ounce of the pleasure he was providing you. Miguel let out soft groans as you sucked on his cock, the vibrations adding on to the sensations you were feeling. His mouth wrapped around your clit, rolling his tongue around the bundle of nerves and making figure eights. Your cheeks hollowed as you took Miguel deeper in your mouth, his cock practically down your throat as you bobbed your head.

You took his balls in your hands, massaging them and tugging them to add to the pleasure he was already feeling. You felt the familiar coil building up inside of you, your juices practically soaking Miguel’s chin and nose as he buried his face into your clit. Miguel curled his fingers as he plunged one last time, your walls tightening around him tightly as you rode out your orgasm. Miguel felt his balls growing heavier as your tongue wrapped around the tip of his cock, the sensation shooting straight through him. The way your mouth just engulfed his cock felt like pure heaven, and he wanted as much as you would give him. "I’m gonna cum, princesa," he moaned out, alerting you to pull away. You were unrelenting and felt his cum shoot straight in your mouth, swallowing it as you licked at the corner of your mouth.

"Such a shame we don't have the pink sparkly dildo here," he remarked, an amused smirk pulling at his lips as he looked over you. His cock was already starting to get hard again, prepared for the next round. "We'll save that for next time, hm?" You replied, letting out a small laugh at the way he was still thinking about that. Miguel got on his knees in the bed, slowly running his cock against your folds to pick up the slick you were releasing. He slowly pushed his cock inside, filling you up already with just the first couple inches. You felt some tears prickling at your eyes at just the sheer size of him and he wiped them away, looking down at you with a tender expression. "Shh, you're doing so well for me."

He bottomed out after you got adjusted to his cock, slowly removing it before plunging it inside of you once more. You felt the air leave your lungs as he started off slow, yet deep, feeling his cock all the way to your cervix. He wanted to be a gentleman, take this slow and let you enjoy this as much as possible, but when you gripped his shoulders and your legs wrapped around his waist, he lost all semblance of self control. His hips rutted against yours, his pace quick and unrelenting as your moans filled the room. Your nails were digging into his shoulders but he enjoyed the feeling, encouraged it even, as his hips moved faster against yours. The sound of his balls slapping against your thighs and the moans escaping from your lips filled up the room, and you were certain you would receive a noise complaint tomorrow.

Miguel started to rub on your clit, giving you gentle but firm pressure, just enough to stimulate you but not enough to make you cum. Your toes curled as you felt his cock hit your g-spot, the grip on his shoulders tightening as you moaned. "I'm gonna cum," You babbled as miguel continued to thrust inside of you, his thrusts almost punishing. You clamped tightly around him as you came, your releases coating his cock completely. Miguel picked you up, pinning you against the wall as he slowly pushed inside of you once more. "I'm gonna fuck you on every surface of this hotel room, okay?"

You simply nodded, too dumbfounded to say anything, as his hips slowly snapped against yours. Your legs wrapped around his waist tightly and your hands around his neck as he started to speed up, his mouth attached to one of your breasts. "Tell me, did the dildo feel as good as this?" He asked, his lips now on your earlobe as he tugged slightly. "N-No! Only you make me feel like this!" You moaned out and Miguel felt his ego inflate at how dumb he had you on his cock. Your walls clamped around him tightly as his thrusts got deeper and faster, your nails raking down his back. He let out a moan as he started to feel his orgasm creeping up, but he didn't want to cum without you. His hand slowly snaked down to your clit, rubbing small precise circles on it as you babbled. You clenched around him tightly as you released, your juices hitting his abdomen and coating his cock completely. He saw the look on your face, one of complete bliss, and that pushed him over the edge, cumming deep inside of you.

"La fruta prohibida siempre es mas buena," he murmured to himself as he dragged a warm washcloth against your pussy, gently so as to not overstimulate you. (the forbidden fruit is always the best one)

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jae-bummer · 1 year

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Irritably in Love

Request: hiiiihiiiii!!!!! would you write a story with seungmin from stray kids using the prompt where a non bias member confessed to you when your bias [aka seungmin] in also in the room?? the only additional thing i ask is no love triangle or poly situation. thankies🫰🏽

Prompt:

18) A member (who is not your bias) confesses to you while your bias is in the room.

Pairing: Stray Kids Seungmin x Reader

Genre: Fluff

"Come on, scaredy cat," Seungmin grinned, poking you in the cheek. "It's just a movie."

"A movie that has no effect on you because your weird little mind has already been warped," you grumbled, settling deeper into the couch beside him.

"It's okay, Y/N," Hyunjin hummed, appearing with popcorn that smelled suspiciously burnt. "You can hide in my shoulder if things get too intense."

Seungmin rolled his eyes as he looked up at the older member. "Then what happens when you get scared?"

"I don't get scared," Hyunjin laughed as he sat on the opposite side of you.

"Bug!" Seungmin shouted, pointing to the cushion beside Hyunjin.

Letting out an impressively high-pitched screech, Hyunjin flung the bag of popcorn to the floor before scooting directly into your lap. "Kill it! Kill it with fire!"

You couldn't help but laugh at Hyunjin's dramatics. It was an undeniable fact that he was the king of being fooled, so you weren't surprised that he played right into Seungmin's hands.

"Stupid," Seungmin cackled, pushing at Hyunjin's back in what appeared to be an attempt to get the taller boy off of you.

Hyunjin's panicked expression fell into a sheepish smile. Covering his face in his hands, he wiggled from side to side. "Protect me, Y/N!"

"How the tables have turned!" you joked, wrapping your arms around the noodle of a boy.

Glancing to Seungmin, you noticed an annoyed expression had worked its way onto his features. Avoiding eye contact, he stood, and went to pick up the popcorn pieces that Hyunjin had dropped.

While Seungmin's default mode could often be set at generally annoyed, it was never directed at you. For the entirety of your friendship, he was pretty wonderful, albeit it merciless when it came to teasing. That was one of your favorite parts about him though. He had a certain way of telling you about yourself that made you feel like you were in on the joke. You never felt singled out or targeted by his words, but just a victim of his love language. He was almost always on the defensive, but it was cute in an abrasive way (which may have been the best way to describe him as a whole).

If you hadn't had the self-control you did, you would have fallen in love with him a long time ago. With his demanding schedule, and your general aversion to thinking people could possibly have a crush on you, it was relatively easy. While you loved nearly every part of that bony, bobblehead of a man, you could be realistic. He would never see you that way.

Chewing on your lip, you looked back to Hyunjin who had apparently settled in for a cuddle. He glanced at you carefully, his face much too close for your comfort.

Hyunjin had always been a bit of an enigma to you. It was as if he existed on a separate plane that you could never quite understand. He was easily charming and extremely open. The two of you could talk for hours about nothing at all. You couldn't quite pin down the otherworldly nature of him, but you weren't sure if you needed to.

"Hey, Y/N," he said quietly, looking directly into your eyes.

You could see Seungmin go still in your periphery as he caught the hint of Hyunjin's whisper.

"Hey, Hyunjinnie," you said carefully, trying to gauge when the vibe around you had shifted.

Hyunjin slid himself backwards off of your lap and into the spot where Seungmin was originally sitting. Gathering his long legs to his body, he wrapped his arms around his calves, and settled his attention back on you. "I've been thinking about this for awhile..."

"Maybe you should think about it a little longer," Seungmin muttered, moving to sit down next to you. "We have a movie to watch."

"Seungmin," Hyunjin groaned. "Just give me a second."

"A second has passed," Seungmin said in monotone, tapping at the remote for the television.

"Y/N," Hyunjin tried again.

This caused Seungmin to groan and slump his body against the back of the couch.

You shifted your eyes back over to Hyunjin, waiting.

"I've been thinking about this theory for a while," he nodded slowly. "You know, how all of us are made from the same material as stars...and... I've really decided that our two souls, you and I, were born from the same star."

"Oh," you croaked, unable to move your eyes from Hyunjin's hopeful expression. You weren't entirely sure what he was getting at, but you had an idea.

"We're all made of star stuff," Seungmin grumbled. "I could be part of the same star as you, Hyunjin."

"No," Hyunjin insisted, shaking his head. Reaching out, he set his hand lightly a top of yours. "There's this feeling I get when I'm around you, Y/N. This completeness. It's fate that we've found each other millions of years after our star died."

"I can't," Seungmin gasped, launching up from the couch. "Absolutely ridiculous."

You watched as he shuffled toward the balcony, cursing quietly along the way. Pulling the sliding door open with a bang, he glared over his shoulder at Hyunjin before stepping out into the chilly night air and slammed it shut again.

"Hyunin, what are you trying to say?" you said quietly, now only able to focus on his fingers covering yours.

"I'm not trying to say anything," he chuckled. "I'm saying it directly. This is my confession to you, Y/N. Do you accept me?"

The truth you were trying to avoid was now outlined so plainly. Never in all of the time you had known him had you guessed Hyunjin could have a crush on you. It was a shock in a way, but with how romantic he was, it seemed on brand. You weren't even entirely sure if he liked you, or just the idea of you. That was the issue with Hyunjin. He was easily wrapped up in his own poetic ideals so much so that you weren't sure that he recognized they didn't necessarily apply here.

"Hyunjin, I-" you began, but were immediately startled by the thud coming from the direction of the balcony. Looking up, you could see Seungmin had pressed his forehead against the glass and was now staring intently at the two of you.

Shaking your head in an attempt to get your thoughts together, you looked back toward Hyunjin. "Do you really like me?"

"What?" he asked, furrowing his brows. "I literally just launched into a speech-"

"Which was very nice," you continued. "But also, were you thinking up those words before you met me and just happened to find someone that they might apply to?"

"I, uh," Hyunjin stumbled, confusion painting his handsome face. "Well, I mean, I've had dreams about who I thought I'd be with."

"I very much appreciate what you said to me," you nodded. "But Hyunjin, we're just friends."

"Friends," he repeated dumbly. "Right."

"I'm sorry," you whispered. Glancing toward Seungmin again, you could hardly stand the moody look covering his face as well. "I just...if I'm being honest, I have feelings for someone else."

Hyunjin looked up with a cringe. Catching the direction your eyes were staring, he let out a hiss of understanding. "Seungmin."

"Seungmin," you nodded in agreement.

"Well," Hyunjin sighed. "I guess I can't be too torn up. I should have known better, really."

"Thank you for baring your heart to me," you smiled sadly. "But I think you still have some stardust to reunite with."

"Maybe," Hyunjin grumbled. You could tell he was trying to act unbothered. "Thanks for letting me down in a nice way. I think it helps the crushing weight of being alone."

You let out a laugh. "Did it?"

"Not really," Hyunjin smiled tentatively. Finally taking his hand from yours, he pulled you in for a one-armed hug instead. "Go talk to him."

"Thank you," you said quietly.

"Yeah, yeah," Hyunjin grumbled. "You'll make it up to me sometime."

You nodded before pulling yourself off the couch. Your heart was fluttering in your chest, and you weren't entirely sure if you could handle the other half of this conversation so soon.

Seeing your approach, Seungmin stepped back from the door, and yanked it open. Stepping gingerly out onto the balcony, you slid it behind you again.

"Are you two strolling happily into the sunset?" Seungmin chuckled bitterly. Spinning so he wouldn't have to look at you, he set his forearms on the balcony railing.

"Quite the opposite," you hummed, taking a spot beside him. "I'm pretty sure I yeeted all of his hopes directly into the sun instead."

Seungmin's head swiveled toward you and his brow furrowed. "You didn't return his feelings?"

"Nope," you sighed. "I have feelings for someone else."

"Great," Seungmin croaked, looking away again.

After a moment of silence, he straightened and faced you. "Look, I know you weren't really expecting to hear two guys make a fool of themselves tonight but let me get this out."

You tried not to appear amused as you gave him your full attention.

"Y/N," he said sternly. "I never thought I would care about someone like this. I get it. Love is this unpredictable, unexpected...thing that just forces itself upon you, but frankly, it's been miserable."

You lifted your brows in surprise but remained silent.

"This feeling," he continued, his eyes searching your face. "This feeling that I have...it's going to explode out of my chest. It's too big. These emotions...they aren't even mine anymore. There is so much of you rooted in me that I don't even belong to me anymore and it's really very irritating."

This time you couldn't hold the huffed laugh that escaped from your lips.

"If you could just...please," he finally said, defeated. "Please either give my heart back...or if I'm lucky, give me yours instead. I know I'm annoying, and I know I can be prickly, but-"

As soon as his confession turned into whatever flaws he assumed he had, you wouldn't let it go on any longer. Closing the space between you while he was still in mid-sentence, you leaned forward and placed the lightest kiss on his still moving lips.

Well, that shut him up.

Looking at you with wide eyes, he touched his fingertips gingerly to his mouth and remained very still.

"Here I am," you smiled slowly. "Giving myself to you, as requested."

"I'm sorry," Seungmin said, his voice much hoarser than it had been previously. "Is this real? I just need to confirm I am not hallucinating."

You laughed as you reached up and cradled his cheek. "You impossible boy."

"Not hallucinating," he confirmed, placing his fingers lightly atop of your hand holding his face. "Maybe you should kiss me again just so we can make sure."

You chuckled as he rested his forehead against yours. "If that will convince you."

"Great," Seungmin said quietly. "I'm going to need to be thoroughly convinced, just saying."

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miniteezez · 6 months

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Someone older

P.Seonghwa x fem reader

Warning: abuse, physical and verbal. Mention of diets. Injury. Christmas vibes. Older Seonghwa. Age gap. Legal.

Synopsis: it takes a real man to show you what it’s like to be loved

Wc: 4.5k

“Look how cute! I decorated my island for Christmas an-“

“Shut up (y/n)! God, you’re annoying.” Your boyfriend, Jae, snapped harshly. His eyes never left the tv. All you wanted was to show him your animal crossing island but he was too busy. As usual. You said nothing else, deciding to just go home instead.

The following day, you had a meeting with your father for lunch at his office. He was the owner of large business in the centre of the city. To say he was well off was an understatement. You were lucky to have him. Once he had buzzed you in, you made your way to the elevator and stepped in. Just before the doors shut, a hand came between them and stopped them. You looked up to find Seonghwa. He’d worked for your father for a few years now. His best employee. Tall with longish, black hair. He always wore a well fitted black suit and hair his hair done sleek and straight. There was no denying how attractive the man was. He came to stand next to you with a kind smile.

“Hello (y/n). How are you?” His voice was deep yet light, soothing at the same time. You always felt so comfortable around him.

“I’m okay, just meeting my father for lunch. You?”

“Ah, I just left my phone in the office. Then I’ll be off for lunch too.” You giggled at his forgetfulness, him smiling too.

“What are you gonna get?” You asked, subconsciously moving closer. Seonghwa looked down at you with a soft gaze, something now so foreign to you.

“Honestly? I’m probably going to go to the cafe round the corner. They have the best cake. And sandwiches but cake is better.” He chuckled, tucking his hands into his pockets.

“Oh I love cake.” Your stomach almost growled at the mere thought of sweet food.

“Oh yeah? I can get you a slice?” He offered, his kindness almost hurting your heart.

“Thank you, but I’m on a diet.” You told him, deflating. Seonghwa frowned, turning his body towards yours directly.

“You’re what? Seriously? Why?” Confusion was clear on his face as his eyes raked over you. You looked to the floor, playing with the hem of your jumper.

“I need to be thinner.”

“You’ll get sick. You’re so small.” Hearing him say this, you looked up in surprise.

“You think so?” Reaching over, Seonghwa fixed the parting of your hair softly. Goosebumps prickled your skin, face turning red.

“Yes. Everyone can see it. You don’t need to diet.”

You both got off on the top floor, Seonghwa quickly retrieving his phone from his desk. You knocked on your father’s door, waiting patiently. When he did open in, you were greeted with a loving hug.

“Are you ready?” You asked, pulling away. There was a sorry look on your dad’s face.

“I’m afraid something came up. I’m sorry.” It was obvious from his expression that he was apologetic. You smiled sadly, nodding in understanding.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’ll see if Jae is around.” You knew for a fact that Jae wouldn’t meet you. Your father made a noise of discomfort, looking around the room.

“Seonghwa are you busy?” Instantly, said man was by your side.

“Never.” Your father chuckled.

“Do you think you could escort (y/n) for lunch today?” He held out his card for him to take but Seonghwa shook his head.

“I’m more than happy to do that, I’ll pay. It’s no trouble. As long as it’s ok with you?” He looked at you, lips upturned.

“That’s okay.”

Together, Seonghwa lead you both out of the building and down the street. He opened the pale blue, rustic door to the corner cafe he had mentioned earlier. You stepped in to be greeted with the smell of coffee, cinnamon and cookie dough. Heaven. Walking to a table in the bay window, Seonghwa pulled your chair out for you to sit down.

“So, cake?” He wiggled his eyebrows making you laugh.

“I really should get a salad.” You said, his response being a bored looking face. Scoffing, you nod.

“Okay, you choose for me. I trust you.” Simpering, he reached over and pet your hair affectionately.

“I’m glad you do.” Then he went over to the counter. For a moment, you sat there with a blush on your cheeks. Your heart was hammering in your chest. You felt so strange, so light and stress free. It was unusual for you. After a few moments, he returned, placing the tray down carefully before taking his seat.

“I got you a chocolate and cherry cake. And a tea. With three sugars.” The fact he not only knew your favourite flavours, but remembered how you took your tea, warmed your heart.

“Thank you.” He just smiled, pouring your tea into the small cup for you. To add onto this, he gently peeled the plastic off your slice of cake and put it aside. Then he cleared the table of any rubbish. You looked at your food nervously. Jae’s words of needing to diet fully ingrained into your brain as you heard it most days. Seonghwa frowned seeing your expression. He knew something was wrong, just not what exactly. Picking up your fork, he took a bit of your cake and held it to your lips. Looking over to him, he smiled softly.

“Say ahh.” He chuckled, making you blush and part your lips so he could feed you. He seemed to relax when he saw you eat.

“Want to try some of mine? It’s strawberry and white chocolate.” Seonghwa got some into his fork, holding it up for you to take once again. You hummed in approval at the taste, sipping your tea to clear your pallet properly. You both fell into a comfortable conversation, eating your cakes happily.

“Are you coming to the party next week?” It was your father’s birthday and he was hosting a gathering at your house. Seonghwa nod, putting his fork down.

“Yeah, he put me in charge of the guest list. So I have to be there early.” He told you, making you happy.

“Well I’ll be there. I’m not sure if Jae is coming or not.” You thought out loud, wondering if he would actually put the effort in to be there with you.

“Is that you boyfriend?” You nod.

“Hm, your father mentions him sometimes.” You were surprised, Seonghwa scanning your face.

“Who told you, you need to diet?” Your face fell at his question. Pressing your lips together, you swallowed nervously. But you said nothing, just avoided eye contact. Reaching over, Seonghwa took hold of your hand.

“Are you ok, (y/n)? You can talk to me if you need to?” For a second, you stared across at him and basked in the feeling of comfort. It was like he could read your emotions.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He laughed, drawing shapes onto the palm of your hand delicately.

“You’re so kind to me.” Your voice was quiet, as if you were scared to voice your thoughts. And Seonghwa noticed that.

“I’m just treating you how you deserved to be treated.” Blinking fast, you stopped yourself from tearing up and offered him a weak smile. But Seonghwa wasn’t convinced. There was a ping. You quickly checked your phone, seeing who the text was from before swiping it away.

“What happened to your phone? Is it usable ?” Seonghwa questioned after seeing the state it was in. Remembering how it was thrown from your hand and stomped on, you shivered but shrugged.

“I dropped it. Down the stairs.”

“Oh okay. You should drink up before it goes cold.”

Around six pm, you headed round to your boyfriend’s apartment after buying dinner for him. You found him in the bedroom, just as he was turning his PC off.

“I brought you food!” You smiled cheerfully, hoping to see Jae happy. Instead, you were greeted with a sour face.

“Have a nice lunch?” Your heart dropped, swallowing thickly.

“I thought I told you to diet? you need to loose all this excess fat. Yet you were in a fucking cafe?” He walked closer, brows furrowed with anger. Using his pointer finger, the scruffy man prodded his finger against the side of your head harshly.

“You’re such a stupid woman. Fucking pathetic.” He spat, gripping your face aggressively. You whimpered, tensing up out of fear.

“Who was that man you were with then huh? You cheating on me?” Quickly, you shook your head.

“No I swear he’s just-“

“Did I give you permission to speak? Vile slut!” Flecks of saliva landed on your cheeks, your eyes screwing shut as Jae shoved you to the floor.

A few days later, you were helping your father in the office. Filing reports, cleaning the space and taking notes in a few meetings. You found yourself driving in and out of focus. Maybe it was the headache, or lack of food. Or maybe you were looking for someone. Seonghwa came in, in the early afternoon. Going straight to your father’s office with his overtime work from the previous night. You bumped into him, immediately shrinking back in fear. Though, when you looked up to find Seonghwa, you smiled widely.

“Oh, mr Park! How are you?” You asked, not noticing the crease in his brow. His eyes scanned you worriedly, hand lifting and carefully landing on your shoulder.

“I’m okay. I told you to just call me Seonghwa, (y/n).” Blushing a little, you laughed nervously but relaxed under his touch.

“Oh yes. Of course. I’m sorry.” You bowed your head in respect. He just sighed, tilting your chin up delicately. As if you were a flower.

“You don’t need to apologise love. Are you feeling okay?” His question made you swallow down your nerves, lips pressing together before forming a short smile. You nod, quickly moving past and into the next room. Seonghwa watched you go, frowning deeply.

“She’s not right.” A deep voice made the young man jump, turning to find your father stood in the doorway. Quickly, he ushered him into the office and locked the door.

“Don’t you agree?” Your father questioned, hands tucking into his slacks. Unsure of what to say, Seonghwa laughed anxiously.

“I’m not sure it’s my place to comment, sir.” He said, gnawing on his lip. Tutting, your dad rested back against his desk.

“There’s no need to be coy. I see how you look at my daughter.” Hearing this made Seonghwa sigh and nod, knowing he’d been caught out.

“Yes. I agree. Something is really wrong.” He thought out loud, putting his papers down.

“It looked like there was a bruise, on her cheek.” They looked at each other with concern. Your father straightened out, clearly angry.

“I have a feeling her so called boyfriend is the reason for this shit. Did you notice anything the other day?” He pressed on, pressuring his employee slightly. But neither minded.

“Yes. She seemed scared. She said she had to diet. And when I did the most simple of kind gestures, she seemed shocked. Like she could cry.” He finished before looking to his boss.

“You think it’s her boyfriend?”

“I do. He’s no good. I’ve only met him once and I hated him then.” The man spoke through gritted teeth, fists balled up tightly.

“It was like I said last time. He’s not right for her. He was on his phone the whole meeting too. But when he did speak to her, it was hostile.” Seonghwa listened to your father intently.

“I should have realised.”

“No sir, don’t blame yourself.” Quickly, Seonghwa intervened and let out a breath.

“He’s going to my party. (Y/n) told me before. Could you, try to keep her away from him. If it’s not too much to ask?” Your father pleaded quietly, wanting you safe. Seonghwa relaxed, smiling to him with reassurance.

“I’d be happy to, sir”

Sunday rolled around and you found yourself getting ready in your bedroom. Considering who your father was, the dress code was classy. Your dress fit perfectly, hugging your waist and coming out slightly in the most amazing silhouette. Your phone pinged, it was Jae. Letting you know he had arrived. You quickly ran downstairs and opened the doors. Jae looked up from his phone and grimaced before putting it away.

“You look-“ he pulled a face. “So hideous.” Then he pushed passed you and into the house. Biting your lip harshly, you trailed behind him and into the kitchen.

“Where’s the beer?” He asked, his back to you. You didn’t respond, causing him to grunt and turn around.

“I said, where’s the fucking beer?” You flinched, pointing towards the fridge. Jae just laughed mockingly, tilting his head.

“I meant, get me the beer. Dumb bitch.” Shrinking under his gaze, you scrambled to get him his drink. All Jae did was snatch it with a roll of his eyes.

“(Y/n)?” Your father’s voice brought you relief. He walked over and quickly lead you into the lounge.

“Could you lay out the flowers? Guests will be arriving soon.” You did as he asked happily, putting the vases out. At that moment, Seonghwa arrived only to freeze upon seeing a man he didn’t recognise. An average height and build, with short brown hair and an unironed grey suit. The man looked him up and down before laughing a little. He then walked away. Seonghwa frowned, standing there with confusion.

“That was Jae.” Your father walked over, bringing him in. Sighing, he nod and already felt sorry for you.

“You should have heard the way he was talking to her. Controlling her. I should kill him.” He spat, anger building up.

“Relax. Sir. I’ll try my best to keep them separated ok?” The doorbell rang, alerting them both. Your father answered after taking a minute to collect himself. Meanwhile, Seonghwa walked through to the lounge. He found you, placing the last vase in the centre of the coffee table. You turned in his direction and Seonghwas breath hitched. He swore he’d never seen anyone so beautiful. Seeing him, you smiled brightly and walked over.

“Good evening.” Your voice was light like candy floss and he thought, in that moment, you couldn’t be real. How could someone treat you so poorly?

“Hello, (y/n). You look beautiful.” He smiled, watching as your ears tinted red.

“What? Don’t be silly.” You giggled, looking down at the ground in disbelief. Seonghwa frowned, putting his bags down and taking your hands in his. Making eye contact, you felt yourself relax completely under his calming gaze.

“I’m not. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. You look like a princess.” Each word made your eyes fill more, lips pressing together. Reaching up, he brushed your tears away with his thumb softly.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, letting his hand hold your cheek for the moment.

“I don’t understand. How you can think that.” You explain quietly, taking a shallow breath. Sighing, Seonghwa dipped to your level with a smile.

“I don’t ‘think’. I know.” He chuckled, reaching down and picking up one of the bags.

“And I got this pretty princess a gift.” Ignoring your blush, you took it from him confused.

“But it’s my dad’s birthday?” Looking up at him, he shrugged playfully.

“I think you need this.” Was all he said, urging you to open it. Pulling the tape off, you gasped when you saw a new phone. The exact one you’d been after. Taking it out, your mouth gaped in surprise.

“It is the colour you wanted right? Your father said but I-“ you cut him off, jumping and hugging him tightly. Seonghwa stumbled back with a laugh, holding you tightly.

“Thank you!”

“It’s nothing, honestly. Want me to help set it up?” You nod enthusiastically, sitting on the couch and pulling him next to you.

For the next hour, as guests piled in, you sat with Seonghwa and got your new phone set up. It was nice, sitting flush to his side. At some point, his arm had slipped around your waist. Neither of you chose to comment.

“Wait, you play animal crossing?” He looked happy as you downloaded your save data on pocket camp.

“Yeah, why?”

“I love that game. Do you have a switch? We should play together.” You grinned up at him, liking that idea. Turning your head, you found a pair of angry eyes boring into you. Seonghwa felt you tense up, following your gaze to find Jae.

“I should go.” You panicked, going to stand but the noirette held your waist firmly.

“No. Stay with me. I won’t let him hurt you.” Seonghwas words somehow eased you, sitting back in your seat once again. He sighed deeply, holding onto your shoulders.

“I don’t know what happens or why. But I know he’s not good for you. You need to brake up with him.” Deep down, you knew he was right. You bit your lip, staring down at your lap.

“He’ll kill me.”

“Not while I’m here he won’t. You’re safe with me.” Seonghwa reassured, voice smooth and tender. Looking into his eyes, he simpered and you knew that it had to be done.

“Why are you so nice to me? Why are you taking care of me?” Your voice shook slightly, his head tilting to the side with a grin that made him look ten time more handsome than usual.

“You know why.” Your heart rate sped up, Seonghwa leaning dangerously close. His lips brushed against your ear.

“I’m yours.” You shuddered, suppressing a smile badly. When he moved back, you didn’t protest as you were pulled into his chest comfortably.

“I’ll do it. Tonight.”Now feeling so sure, you had the confidence to finally say goodbye.

“Oh, (y/n), could you go get us that cake you made love?” Your father came over, grinning ear to ear. Giggling at his excitement, you nod and went into the kitchen. You pulled the cake out of the fridge, taking the covering off carefully. After spending the whole morning baking and decorating, you wanted it to be perfect for your dad. It was a custard and white chocolate cake. With royal icing and star decorations. You were proud of what you had achieved.

“That looks lovely. Doesn’t it?” Jae’s voice made your heart drop to your stomach. You turned to find him, blocking the doorway. There was no exit.

“I see you’ve had complany all night. You know, you said it was a man but. But what kind of man wears a pony tail?” He laughed fakely, taking a few steps forward.

“He’s more of a man than you’ll ever be.” You were angry. He could tell. Poking his cheek with his tongue, Jae nod and sighed.

“I want to break up.” You spoke quickly, swallowing down your nerves. His head snapped up at you, eyes practically blazing.

“Oh you really are stupid.” He spat, gripping your wrist and dragging you harshly. He forced you up into your room and threw you down. The door slammed behind you, his footsteps coming by your head. Jae crouched down, fisting your hair and yanking your head up.

“What the fuck, gives you the right, to break up with me?” Tears rolled down your cheeks but you stayed quiet. This only irked him more and he stood with you.

“You're nothing without me!” he yelled, shaking you so hard you felt nauseous.

“Shut up!” You tried to retaliate, covering your ears. Before you could blink, his hand landed on your cheek with a loud slap. You stilled immediately, shaking in place.

“I don’t think you understand, (y/n). I can kill you. So easily.” The tone of his voice sent chills down your spine and you realised just how unsafe you are. Quickly, you dashed for the door with a scream

“Help-“ Jae tugged you back, nails digging into your sides.

“Seonghwa!” His hand clamped over your mouth in effort of stopping you. But it didn’t. Instead, you bit down on his hand.

“Ouch. You bitch!” Jae didn’t think twice before practically hurling you into the wall. Your head hit it with a thud. At that moment, the door burst open and your father charged for Jae with no remorse. He held him tightly, only for Seonghwa to storm in and punch him straight across the face. You tried to sit up, your vision blurred and head pounding. Curling in on yourself, you flinched when Seonghwa placed his hand on your back.

“Hey, look at me.” His voice was soft, it was calm and quiet. You looked up at him slowly, Seonghwa smiling a little.

“It’s okay. He’s gone now. You’re safe.” Your eyes darted around the room, finding both Jae and your father gone. Seonghwa carefully hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you into his own. You clung on, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he sat on your bed. His hand ran up your back, finding purchase in your hair. A whimper of pain slipped past your lips. He could feel the bump forming.

“Turn around for me sweetheart.” Blushing, you did as he said. Seonghwa sat you between his legs, tilted your head forward and moved your hair to check.

“That’s going to bruise. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” You asked, looking back at him.

“Because I wasn’t there.” He muttered, patting your hair straight affectionately. Turning to him, you reached up and cupped his cheeks.

“But you’re here now.” You spoke quietly, his hands coming up to his face and taking hold of yours.

“And I always will be now. You’re safe with me. I promise you.” Seonghwa pressed his lips to the palm of your hand and smiled. You returned it, blushing lightly at his action.

“We need to put some cream on your face, your cheek is swelled.” Reluctantly, he left your side, going downstairs to get the first aid kit.

He took a while. Which, you thought was strange but sat there waiting nonetheless. You contemplated everything. Jae. His behaviour. The way you had lived the past year. The constant fear of doing ‘something wrong. When, in reality, you weren’t doing anything wrong. Your likes, interests and hobbies were yours. Your fashion was your choice. Your diet. Your hair. Your love. They were all yours. Seonghwa walked in, holdingte first aid kit. He took a seat on your bed in front of you and smiled.

“Sorry I took a while, your father and I got distracted.” He told you, pulling out a pot of cream. You tilted your head, blushing as Seonghwa applied it to your cheek.

“Distracted?”

“Teaching Jae a lesson.” Now understanding, you scoffed lightly and gazed up at him.

“I was thinking, maybe you want to get away for a few days? You could come stay with me? Just to clear your mind.” Smiling widely, you nod eagerly and hugged him tightly.

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all. And guess what?” He rubbed your back as you drew away. “My place is already decorated.” You gasped, holding onto his arms.

“But it’s only November?” He chuckled at your excitement, pulling your hands into his own gently.

“Who cares? I love it.”

After getting a small bag ready, your father saw you both out and Seonghwa drove back to his place with you. Getting inside an elevator, he pressed the button for the top floor. Shivering slightly, Hwa noticed and pulled you into his side.

“I’ll put the fire on for you once we get inside ok?” He promised, smiling down at your shaking form. Though, when he opened the door, you stood there shocked. His penthouse was beautiful. Modern, sleek and monochrome with lots of grey accents. The place was open planned with a living area in the centre. A plush charcoal couch was situated in front of a fire with the to stationed above. Behind this area was the kitchen-dining then a set of dark stairs heading up. Seonghwa took your hand and lead you upstairs and into his room. Just like the downstairs, it was monochrome. He had a kingsize bed with a cream cover, a desk set up. Overall, his room was tidy and full of so many cute little details. You loved it.

“Would you like to borrow some pyjamas. They might keep you warmer.” Seonghwa was almost blushing as he went to his cabinet. Following him, you hummed.

“Yes please.” He grinned at your agreement, handing you some before leaving you to change.

After putting on the plaid pyjamas, you headed downstairs again and noticed something you hadn’t before. In the corner of the room, stood a tall, gorgeous Christmas tree. It was a fake, made obvious by its white branches, but stunning all the same. With black baubles and tinsel laid throughout, fairy lights were twinkling between the branches.

“Do you like it?” Seonghwa appeared next to you, holding a steaming mug. You nod enthusiastically and gazed up at him. He took you to the fireplace and asked you to wait a second.

“Here.” Taking the cup from him, you smiled upon seeing the hot chocolate it held. Seonghwa quickly grabbed a blanket and laid it down in front of the flames carefully. You sat down, shivering in delight at the warmth around you. Once he grabbed his own drink, Hwa took his place beside you with a shy smile.

“Is this okay? Are you comfortable?”

“Very. Thank you.” Taking a sip, you relaxed at the chocolatey flavour.

“There’s no need to thank me, angel.” Seonghwa chuckled doing the same. Quickly, you shook your head and turned towards him with purpose.

“Oh yes I do. You took time to make sure I was okay, you’ve made me a lovely drink.” Seonghwa frowned as you spoke, reaching over and wiping some chocolate off the corner of your lips.

“That’s the bare minimum, (y/n). You deserve so much more than this.” You blushed, watching as he moved forward and put your mugs aside.

“I’m sorry you ended up with him. But if you let me,” he cupped your cheeks, thumbing the skin softly.

“I can show you what it’s like to be really loved.” Eyes slightly wide, you stared up with adoration and smiled bashfully.

“Really?”

“I told you before. I’m yours. You just have to say you’ll have me.” Your eyes locked together, searching for any sign of a lie. There was none. Simpering, you laced your fingers together and gazed up at him once more.

“You can be mine.” In a heartbeat, his lips were on yours as he pulled you into a deep kiss. Instantly, you reciprocated, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. Seonghwa placed his hand on your waist, drawing you onto his lap with ease. You parted slowly, getting shy and glancing away. Laughing quietly, Seonghwa brought you back round and smiled.

“Was that okay?”

“Perfect. Th-“ he gave you a stern look before you could finish, making you press your lips together.

“Stop thanking me for simple things okay?” Nodding, he pulled you close so you could rest your head in the crook of his neck. The fire crackled perfectly behind you, warmth enveloping you in that moment. Seonghwa ran his fingers through your hair, taking time to massage the bruise on your scalp.

“You’re safe with me, (y/n). You always will be.”

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rafesproactiveprettygirl · 1 year

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You can look but you can’t touch || JJ Maybank ||

a/n: this is inspired by that old trend on tiktok where you and your significant other have to try not to kiss, you can be as close to each other as you want and touch each other as much as you want but you just can’t kiss. whoever kisses the other first loses!!

warnings: sexual jokes and cussing, other than that just pure fluff

You had seen the TikTok pop up on your for you page not too long ago, you just never got around to making it. But today was the perfect day, you and JJ were alone in the chateau and no one would be there for a while. Pope was working, Kie and Sarah were shopping, Sarah dragged her into to. And John B was surfing. You and JJ had agreed to spend the whole day with each other so why not spice it up a bit?

You skipped to your shared room with JJ and saw him lying down on the bed, one hand beside his head and one holding his phone as he scrolled absentmindedly through Instagram.

��Jayj” You hummed as you jumped on the bed next to him. He turned to face you, a smile forming. “What’s up baby?” You grab his hand and pull him towards you. “Sit up real quick!” You said excitedly. He laughed and set his phone down. “Alright alright hold your horses.” He sat up and adjusted himself to where he was sitting cross crossed in front of you and you were rested on your knees.

You tongue poked out as you focused on setting the phone up and switching to the camera, pointing it directly to you and JJ. “What’s this for?” he said as he wiggled his eyebrows. You laughed and turned to face him.

“So,”

“So?”

“I saw this Tiktok,” You started. “And basically you and your partner have to try not to kiss each other. You can touch each other as much as you want and be as close as you want, but you just can’t kiss. Whoever kisses the other first loses!” You smiled brightly. He couldn’t help but grin at your excitement.

“And i’m assuming you want to give it a try?” You nodded. He hummed as if he was thinking about it. “What does the winner get?” You bit your lip at the question, thinking of an answer. “Whatever they want?” You asked more than told. He laughed and nodded. “Alright let’s get this over with.” You bounced with joy as you pressed record on the camera, it tracked JJ’s every move and you smile seeing him watching you with adoration.

You turned to face him. “Okay, we can start.” You mimicked his motion and sat cross crossed, hands in your lap. You too stared at each other for a while, just enjoying each others company. Until JJ got bored and grabbed your hand, stroking your fingers as you played with his rings. He leaned forward a little, getting close to you, making it all the more tempting for you to kiss him.

You smirked, leaning forward as well. You two were still a good distance from each other. “So your challenging me?” He asked. “Maybe I am.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

“Challenge accepted.” He responded before leaning closer, your nose bumped against his as his lips caressed yours. He really was about to make this hard.

You giggled, no matter how long you two were dating, you always became nervous in his presence. His brought his hand up to your face, cupping it and using his thumb to lightly rub your bottom lip. His eyes wandered to your lips, you almost thought he was going to kiss you so you leaned forward, he smirked and leaned all the back to his original position, causing you to frown.

“Dick.”

“You like this dick.”

“JJ!!” You gasped turning away, face burning. He laughed, brushing some hair out of your face. “I’m just teasing sweetheart, don’t get all shy on me now.” You were annoyed with how far away he was so you scooted closer and grabbed his face pulling him closer so your foreheads were touching and your noses grazed each other.

You closed your eyes, enjoying your warmth. “I love you J.”

“I love you more baby.”

“If you love me so much why don’t you prove it?” You smirked, opening your eyes. He chuckled lowly before grabbing your hips and pulling you to straddle him. Your faces were inches apart as your legs were on either side of his and his arms wrapped around your torso. You blushed at the new position and he took a mental note.

“Your blushing.” He smirked.

“Shut up.” You breathed. You knew you were going lose, this was honestly probably the longest you’d gone without kissing JJ. You two were obsessed with each other, always with each other, always close.

“You know, one little kiss and we can end this. Then we can kiss as much as you want.” JJ whispered against your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut. “I don’t want you to have that satisfaction.”

You felt him smirk against you and let out a loud gasp when you were suddenly flipped on your back, JJ pining himself on top of you. One hand held him up as one gently rested on the base of your neck. “Come on Y/N, your just hurting my feelings.” He teased.

Finally you gave in, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to you. Your lips met his as you two kissed passionately. His mouth felt warm on yours as his other hand stroked your cheek. When you two pulled back he smiled, “You lost.”

“Round two?”

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sweetheriah · 4 days

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OH DADDY!!

She never knew her father, just that he wasn’t around. Mom was always lonely and doing all the heavy lifting for her sweet daughter.

When she was at age 15, her Mom finally met a decent man. He had no kids of his own and was in his late 20s but his life must have been rough earlier. Salt and pepper hair, thick set beard and a tall, intimidating physique. He towered over her mom and was loving, caring and kind towards her. They became stepdaughter and stepfather around 3 years later, when Mom finally decided to put a ring on it.

It was around this time at age 18, she started having perverse thoughts. Just like any young girl, she was going through a phase of discovery. Her tits and ass were beginning to fill in and she was gaining all the attention from the boys around her.

She began wearing cute clothes - tops that barely fit and short booty shorts and loved the attention so much. Even around the house, she would dress like such a cute little slut because she started to develop a taboo crush. Even though she wasn’t his own seed, her stepdad was a gentleman and always took good care of her. However, he kept staring and looking at her more and more often.

It was a few days after her 19th birthday, when her Mom said she’s going to be out of the country for 12 days due to some work. She wanted to go along but her Mom couldn’t make it happen. She had to share the house with her step dad and he was tasked with taking good care of her.

In her slutty mind, this made her pussy throb and pulse, and no sooner than her mother left for her work trip, this young woman started to push the limits. Wearing see through tops with no bra on. Walking around in just undies and more, she was testing the resolve of her stepfather.

She posted all over Tumblr and Twitter, disgusting incestuous fantasies about wanting to be taken by her stepfather. She read and watched stepdad - stepdaughter porn and could often be heard moaning while rubbing her virgin pussy to it.

For the first two days, her stepfather tried his best to hold back. He was doing so well too, even if the bulge in his pants stirred he was being such a gentleman which made this young little whore even more needy for him.

One night, she stumbled into the house around midnight after drinking in a parking lot with her friends. Dressed like a bimbo she stuttered into the living room and was greeted by her stepfather. But, he looked different?

‘Where the hell do you think you were?’ he said to her, stepping closer. She shrunk away from him but he grabbed her by the hand firmly and dragged her onto the couch. She sat down next to him.

‘Sorry daddy… my mistake!’ she mumbled and looked down. Her short skirt was riding up her thighs revealing her undies a little bit. ‘Won’t happen again…’ she said. He growled and with one motion made her lay across his lap, positioning her.

‘You think you can just apologise?! I’m supposed to keep you safe!’ he said, rubbing her thighs with his big hands. ‘What if… what if something happened to you? Your delicious body is such a temptation for men..’ as his hands traced up closer to your butt

‘But daddy. I’m so sorry…’ she said. Wiggling her ass she could feel him getting hard underneath her. He growled when she did that and then came the first smack. ‘You think you’re so smart? Fucking slut! Saying sorry means nothing to me.’

His spanks got harder, each one making her whine and wince but also making her drip from her pussy. Flipping up her skirt he saw the thin fabric of her undies was soaked. Kicking her legs open he rubbed directly on her cunt and mocked her ‘Fucking virgin slut… getting so wet from being smacked. I’ll show you what you get when you tease men!!’

He slid her panties aside and began to explore her cunt with his fingers, roughly going in and out of her cunt and playing with her clit using her thumb. She moaned and he slapped her pussy ‘You’re such a whore. I found your Tumblr and Twitter. You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?’

Your pussy clenched at the thought of being caught by him and you had tears streaming down your face as you apologised to him. But he wasn’t listening.

He picked her up and pinned her to the couch, unzipping his pants as his thick cock bounced out. Rubbing the tip over your pussy as he folded you in half, he told you that your cunt looked so pretty. You mumbled ‘Daddy I’m a virgin…’ but he just spat on your face and massaged it into your skin.

‘I know sweetheart…’ he growled as he choked you ‘but Daddy’s gonna be your first’ as his tip pushed past your lips and entered you. You screamed a little and were quickly silenced by another hard slap on your cheeks.

In one go and with all his might, he thrust his cock deep into you, opening up your virgin pussy as you began to struggle in his grip and cry. He told you ‘Keep crying and struggling you whore, it only makes me so much harder for you…’

His cock penetrated deeper than you’d ever felt anything, every thrust harder and harder into you. Your pussy leaked so much and made a mess, slicking up your asshole too. He pounded you without mercy and you asked for a kiss. He duly obliged and fucked you so good you couldn’t help but scream ‘Daddy! Yes daddy pleaseeee’ as you shuddered and came all over his cock.

With his big arms wrapped around you he picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. Here on the bed where he had fucked your mom so often, he manhandled you and made you bite the pillow so. Slapping your ass and rubbing his tip on your pussy he thrust into you hard and fast. Your moans and his grunts got louder as he rubbed his thumb on your asshole.

You shuddered but he told you he will fuck you in the ass later, today it’s all about violating your pussy though. You told him it feels so good as he grabbed you by the neck and pulled you close to him. Kissing your forehead he told you that your pussy feels so much better than your Mom’s. So tight and fucking beautiful. This alone made you cum on his cock again.

His strokes got slower and more erratic before he kissed your lips as he burst. His warm seed filling your pussy, your womb opening up to accept his seed. It’s done. Your step daddy fucked you harder than your wildest dreams.

Over the next few days, he would turn you into his sex slave. Every position, every hole. He recorded all of it and made you watch. Breaking you and turning you into a cock hungry whore for your Daddy.

And even when Mom came back from work overseas, he couldn’t help but sneak into your room. Covering your face with a pillow as he has his way with your pussy.

You now belonged to Dad, in every single way. And you loved every single second of it.

- ⭐️⭐️

yesss!! thank you for making my dream come true. the amount of sexual shudders i got imagining this are insane! i love how you tailored the story to my little hobby omg! at this point my corruption is sooo far gone. thanks me! lol i need a part 2 where either he does it whilst i am asleep (i will die internally from happiness if you write this) and/or a story where we have a threesome with my mom omggg! i want us to be his sluts forever! also one where i get a boyfriend and my boyfriend fucks my mom (some of my followers have this fantasy) and/or we all have a foursome. i am such a nasty slut 🥰 my mind can't help but overflow with naughty ideas reading your work!

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sugary-sweet-anon · 2 months

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HELLO!

In your last post, you wrote to a user, "I can do it if you want, send me a plan." Ah, I'm not that person and I can give you another example of fiction. I don't know if you can do it, but I still want you to try!

My fic is about Lee Namjoon.

Namjoon is generally a person who constantly tickles the members. So, judging by the moments, it is.

Namjoon loves to tease and tickle them, but now all the members want to take revenge on him and catch him.

and they realize that this man tickling them is very ticklish and they tickle torture him

Can you make a Lee Namjoon and ler Bts story like this? Please🥹💗

This is my first fanfic! I don't know how well this will be received, but I hope you enjoy it! As I was writing it, it turned into something a bit different. Thank you very much for requesting, and I'm sorry it's taken so long.

Leader's Plight

Lee!Namjoon, Ler!BTS

It was a calm day for the Bangtan boys. A day where they had a light schedule. These days were few and far between, so all seven of them took advantage of it.

Most of them were resting. Others were watching TV. Overall, just a calm and peaceful day.

"HYUHUHUHUNG NOHOHO!!!"

Well, it WAS anyway. Five of the guys met outside their rooms, confused looks on all of their faces.

"What in the world was that?" Jimin was the first to speak up.

"I dunno, but it woke me up," Yoongi mumbled, clearly agitated.

"It sounded like it came from Jin hyung's room."

Taehyung was right. With his room being closest to Seokjin's, he could easily tell. (A/N I don't know how their rooms are set up so just work with me on this). They all agreed and followed the laughter to the eldest's room. What awaited them on the other side, however, was not what they expected.

"JIHIHIN HYUHUHUHUNG KNOCK IT OHOHOHOFF!!"

Directly in front of them, in the middle of the floor, was Namjoon, their leader. In a writhing mass of laughter. And who was causing all of this? Seokjin, the eldest of the seven.

The other five boys stood in awe of what was happening. They never thought that their strong leader would be this ticklish!

"Whoa! How did this start?" Hoseok asked with a grin on his face.

Jin paused his attack on Namjoon, leaving the younger to gasp for air on the floor.

"This brat thought he could get away with forgetting to use 'hyung' after my name!" He exclaimed dramatically. He wasn't really angry or upset at Namjoon. He just felt like teasing him for it.

The others knew this too, but they decided to play along with their oldest hyung. After all, it wasn't often that Namjoon was the victim of a tickle attack. 99% of the time, he was the one who started them. And, well, this seemed like the perfect opportunity for revenge~.

"Ooooo hyungie is in trouble!" Jungkook couldn't resist approaching his favorite member and wiggling his fingers at him.

"You little brat!" Namjoon felt his face heat up as he reached out and squeezed the youngest's side.

"EHEHEY!" Jungkook quickly pinned Namjoon's hands down. "I'm not the one who forgot to be respectful to our wonderful Jin-hyung"

"Ahhh Joonie you should know better~!" Hobi mischievously smirked.

"So disrespectful!" Jimin shook his head, slowly kneeling down beside Jungkook.

"I think you've earned yourself this punishment, Namjoon-ah," Yoongi said.

Namjoon tried wriggling away, but unfortunately Jin had too strong of a hold on him still. "Wahahahait guys we can talk about thihihis!"

Taehyung, who had been quiet this whole time, suddenly spoke up. "Hey, you know what I just realized?"

The others looked at him expectantly. "What is it hyung?" Jungkook asked, his big eyes wide with curiosity.

"Namjoonie hyung tickles us all the time! We never get to see him like this!" Tae couldn't help but smile in glee.

Everyone gasped happily. Except the young man in question. "TAEHYUNG-AH!" Namjoon yelled in disbelief. If his face wasn't red before, it definitely was now.

Jin, meanwhile, was growing impatient. "Ya, are you all going to stand there or help me with him?" He said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

The others didn't say another word before they all pounced on their leader. Jungkook near his head, tickling his neck, Jimin and Taehyung going after his feet, Hoseok and Yoongi at his armpits, and Jin still at his original spot at his sides and stomach.

The response was immediate. "GAHAHAHAHA GUHUHUHUYS NOHOHOHOHO!!" Namjoon's hyena-like laughter exploded into the air. He couldn't focus on anything except the ticklish sensations. Try as hard as he might, there was no way he could escape!

"This is your punishment Joonie! Take it like a man!" Jin said playfully, digging into the poor boy's sides.

"I'm just happy to finally be tickling him instead of the other way around!" Tae exclaimed happily. He was currently scratching the leader's left sole with his long nails, eliciting screams of laughter from him. The other maknaes nodded in agreement.

"Tickle tickle tickle Namjoonie!" Hobi teased in a high-pitched voice while scribbling away at Namjoon's left armpit.

"DOHOHOHON'T TEHEHEHEHEASE MEHEHEHEHE!!" Dang it, why did Hobi have to be so good at teasing? Probably practiced on the maknaes. He attempted to hide his face by turning his head away from Hobi, but was met with Jungkook's wriggling fingers in his neck.

"Awwww hyungie is shy!" Jungkook cooed. He leaned down close to Namjoon's ear. "Coochie coo hyung~"

This caused Namjoon to squeal loudly. "JUNGKOHOHOHOHOOK YOU BRAHAHAHAT!" His thrashing intensified.

Yoongi could see that he was getting close to his limit, so he motioned for everyone to slow down, but not completely stop. "Hang on everyone," he said. "There's something I want to do before we kill him."

The others watched to see the show Yoongi was gonna pull. Namjoon, on the other hand, looked at him in terror.

"Hyuhuhung noho dohohon't! I know that lohohohook!" Anticipatory giggles flowed out of his mouth.

"What look?" Oh, that liar. Anyone could recognize that sly evil look on his face. And he knew it too. It wasn't often, but nearly every one of the members had experienced this at one point. And they all feared it.

"Hyuhuhung dohohon't you dahahaHAHAHAHAHAHARE NAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Namjoon screamed in laughter as Yoongi had lifted his shirt and blown a massive raspberry right on his navel. The other members couldn't help but smile in awe as their beloved leader was reduced to a laughing writhing mess on the floor. Taehyung was right, it was a happy sight to see him being tickled to happy tears for a change.

Eventually, Namjoon couldn't take it anymore. "HYUHUHUHUNG *snort* ENOHOHOHOUGH STOHOHO*hic*HOHOP!!"

Yoongi stopped immediately and rubbed Namjoon's stomach. Everyone else crowded around him to make sure he was okay.

"Are you alright Namjoonie hyung?" Jimin asked with concern.

Jungkook sat him up and started rubbing his back to help him breathe better. "Did we go too far?"

Namjoon breathed heavily while stroking Taehyung's head. The younger boy had made his way into Namjoon's lap, hugging him. "I'm okay guys. You didn't go too far." Though he sounded tired, and he was, deep down he felt really happy. He didn't realize how much he need that.

Everyone crowded in for a big group hug. They were really lucky to have each other. Even if they could be annoying at times. Namjoon took a moment to consider this and welcomed the embrace. He really was the luckiest guy on the planet.

It was a calm and peaceful day once again.

"Did anyone notice that Joonie didn't say stop until the very end?"

"J-HOPE!!"

Well, it was anyway.

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tw-inkl-e-tit-s · 1 year

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✩-Truth or dare-✩

Pairing: Miguel Cazarez Mora x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Kissing that's all

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"So, what are you wearing for tonight?" Maya asked me as she laid herself down in a clumsy manner on my bed. I hummed while searching through my closet, my nerves hitting differently tonight as I realized Miguel was going to be around. "It's just pizza night y/n." She sighed, watching me have a mental breakdown.

"I know Maya, it's easier for you to say," I said, leaning back down on the cold ground. She raised her eyebrow at me, asking me for a genuine explanation. "Miguel seems so chill around you. You guys are like the best of friends, if it wasn't for Eddie trust me, he would've asked you out by now." I said nervously, groaning seconds later as I gripped my hair in frustration. "Calm down y/n. It isn't what it seems like." Maya said confidently. "We literally have a sibling kind of relationship going on, nothing more." She confirmed, getting off the bed. "How about I pick out something for you?" She suggested as I sprang back up while crossing my legs together, nodding vigorously, she giggled at me before proceeding to look through my, now wrecked, closet.

"Done!" She yelled out, I jolted off the ground and clapped my hands strenuously, loving the outfit she picked out for me. "You're a lifesaver." I embraced her into a quick tight hug before hopping into the bathroom and getting changed up for pizza night tonight. -"Okay, so remember what I told you?" Maya asked me for the fifth time that night before we proceeded through the front door. "Just stay calm okay? It's just a normal pizza night." She reminded me once again as she flung the door open, the rest of the group shot their heads towards us as we made our entrance.

Eddie was by Maya's side at once, giving her hugs and kisses while I only wished for a relationship like theirs. "Y/nnnn." Miguel called out, patting down the seat beside him. I blushed profusely and walked over to him, getting comfortable on the couch within seconds. Occasionally our legs would touch and I'd have butterflies play their effect all over again, reminding me of how this boy could make me gush over him within seconds.

"Guys, how about a round of truth or dare?" Mason suggested while wiggling his eyebrows at Miguel. We all agreed and sat down in a perfect circle, my position somehow changed as I was now facing Miguel, sitting directly opposite to him. "Here we gooo." Tristan chimed while spinning the bottle. It spun for a couple of rounds and landed on Brady. The crowd oohed and aahed, shortly after cheering for Brady.

"Truth or dare dude?" Tristan asked him as the group remained silent, adding to the suspense. "Dare," Brady replied back, smirking at Tristan while showing off his masculinity which soon washed away once Tristan thought of his marvelous dare. "Put ice cubes down your pants and stay that way till your next turn," Tristan said, laughing uncontrollably. Brady's mouth was left wide open, denying the dare until we pushed him to do it. The crowd cheered for him once again as he squirmed once the ice cubes fell down his pants, stiffening his body while the rest of us laughed. We began playing once again and to a coincidence, it landed upon Miguel.

I looked around the room and saw Maya flashing a cheeky smile at me before saying, "I dare you to tell y/n about your feelings!" She yelled out, clapping her hands together accompanied by her renowned laugh. My head shot towards Miguel, watching him turn into a crimson shade as he began stuttering. "I-I really find you beautiful." He said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, putting me in a daze.

"I've been meaning to tell you that for quite some time but never thought it would be this way.." he trailed off sadly, his eyes softened with sadness in them. "But yeah..you're really beautiful and kind, and I guess you could say I have feelings for you." He said, breathing heavily at the end. My face showed no emotion at all as my eyes flickered from Miguel to Maya, not believing a word that just came out of his mouth. Before I could utter a word, the tension was cut away as Mason spun the bottle once again, presuming the game.

Throughout the rounds, Miguel and I kept glancing at one another. His eyes hoping to find some form of approval while I remained still. This wasn't the way I wanted to confess my feelings. -The game quickly ended as the group got split up, doing their own thing. I got off the cold floor and made my way to the balcony for some fresh air, Maya decided to join me since she wanted to speak on behalf of Miguel.

"Y/nnnn. Just go talk to him." She pleaded, nudging my arm in the process while I sneered at her.

"You knew this whole time?" I asked her, my eyes gluing her down in place. Her eyes scanned the floor for a brief minute before sending a slight nod toward me. "He made me promise not to tell you. I guess he wanted to do it himself but never found a perfect time." She said, leaning on his side more. I rolled my eyes at her remark and decided to head back home since I was done for the night.

"Bye guys, see you later," I said, waving while heading towards the door and swinging it open. "Bye, y/nnnn." The group sang, biding me off. I giggled at their childish behavior and headed toward the elevator but was interrupted by someone's hand. Miguel. He pushed open the elevator door and accompanied me, I could feel my ears burning. "Hey.." he whispered, starting off a conversation.

"Hey, Miguel." I sighed while running my fingers through my hair before nervously tugging on my crop top. "I was wondering if I could walk you home." He said nonchalantly while proceeding to walk out of the elevator. I hummed in response, craving his company. "Um..y/n listen, I seriously had no intentions of confessing my feelings for you through this silly game. Trust me I was going to talk to you about it but.." he mumbled, stopping for a minute to search the exact words for his feeling but failed miserably. I remained silent, asking him to continue. "I really really like you y/n, ever since the day Maya introduced you. She knew from the beginning itself but I made her promise not to tell you. I guess you could say I was terrified, terrified that I could lose you as a friend too." He whispered softly while walking beside me.

We turned around the corner and arrived at our destination.

"I know it was foolish of me-" I cut him off mid-sentence as I placed my lips upon his. He was surprised at first but soon melted into the kiss, I could even feel him smiling through it. "I'm glad you decided to talk to me about it at least." I shrugged, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hand followed the same and wound up against my waist, staring deep into my eyes. "So you're not mad at me right?" He bit his lip nervously while scrunching up his eyebrows. I chuckled and shook my head 'no' before standing on my tip toes to place yet another soft, tender kiss on his lips. He pulled away and exhaled deeply, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this." His voice lowered as he placed his fingers under my chin and lifted up my head once again before leaning down and kissing me softly.

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marcspectorsbooty · 2 years

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Won’t Say I’m In Love

(Marc Spector x f!Reader)

Fluff

TW: tooth rotting fluff and cuteness

Description: Marc comes to terms that he has feelings for you after conversations with Steven and Jake.

A/N: I knew I needed to write more Marc content, so here's some fluff for y'all.

No chance no way I won't say it, no no

(Give up, give in, check the grin you're in love)

This scene won't play I won't say I'm in love

(We'll do it until you admit you're in love)

You're way off base I won't say it

Get off my case I won't say it

(Girl don't be proud it's okay you're in love)

At least out loud I won't say I'm in love

Marc watched as you danced and sang along, wiggling your body while you sat on the couch. Hercules was one of your favorite Disney movies and he had promised you that he would watch it with you. After all, he had never seen it and he couldn’t miss out on one of the greatest Disney movies of all time. Marc loved seeing the smile on your face when you were staring at the TV or the melodies you would hum as your favorite songs from the movie played.

The two of you sat at opposite ends of the couch, but Marc couldn’t help but feel a want to close the distance between you. If only he could just reach out and hold your hand.

That’s stupid, I shouldn’t, he thought to himself for a moment.

He felt silly for thinking those things. After all, you were just a friend. It was only a few months ago when Steven had taken you to a cafe to nerd out about mythology. It didn’t take long for you to find out about Marc and Jake, which you had immediately befriended as well during your time together. And now here you were, at the apartment almost every night, sitting so close but yet so far away from Marc.

Marc remembered that first time talking to you. He basically held his breath and tried to slow his heartbeat as you two walked through the bookstore together. You were enticed by the stacks of books, trying to scan through and find the one you were looking for. When you looked at Marc, you could immediately see the change in his demeanor.

“Steven, are you okay?” You had asked.

Marc’s heart started to beat faster in his chest. God, she is going to be the death of me, he thought at that moment. You were so beautiful and he felt so lucky to be in the same room with you. He knew about his feelings for you right at that moment, but clearly didn’t want to freak you out.

“Not Steven, actually.” Marc said shyly.

“Oh, you must be Marc! Steven talks about you all the time, you’re the alter that I haven’t met yet.” You beamed at him.

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m Marc.”

“Steven and I were just looking for some books before we picked up coffee. Do you drink coffee?”

He felt his cheeks heat up. “I love coffee.”

“Marc? Marc?”

He snapped out of his daze looking over at you, realizing that he had totally not been paying attention to whatever was going on. You smiled at him, beautiful and bright as always.

“Sorry.” Marc muttered.

“It’s okay, I was just asking if you wanted me to make more popcorn. Looks like you got a little too invested in the movie.” You giggled.

“More popcorn would be great.” He smiled shyly and handed you the bowl.

“See, I told you this movie was good. I'll heat up the other bag.”

You got up and walked over to the kitchen, disappearing from Marc’s view. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, feeling the warmth still on his cheeks. He paused the movie and got up, making his way over to the bathroom for a second of solace.

Marc closed the door behind him and went over to the sink, turning the tap on and splashing water in his face.

“Stupid.” He muttered to himself as he grabbed a towel to dry his skin. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

“Ooo, Marc’s got a crush.” The British man in the mirror said.

Marc looked up to stare into the mirror directly at Steven. “Shut up.”

“It’s all right, mate. We’ve all been there. She’s a real treat too, I think you should go for it.” Steven beamed.

“What’s the worst that can happen?” Jake chimed in.

“She won’t see me like that.” Marc gritted, feeling his heart ache. “I can’t risk losing her, she’s too important.”

“We’re not gonna lose her.”

“Jake’s right, Marc. Even if she says no, I’m sure she’ll still want to be friends.” Steven assured.

“But what if she does say yes? What if I do this with her and then she finds out how messed up I really am? What if she leaves?” Marc felt the tears welling in his eyes. “What if I fuck up?”

“You don’t know if you don’t try.” Jake said. “All I know is that she’s worth it and even if all that shit does happen, we’ve still got you.”

“We’ve always got your back, Marc.”

Marc took a deep breath and ran a hand down his face. “Okay, I’ve got this.”

He exited the bathroom and came back to the couch where you were patiently awaiting his return. The bowl of fresh popcorn sat in the middle of the couch, inviting him to sit on the other end. You smiled at him as he sat down again, ready to press play on the movie again.

The both of you watched the film intently, occasionally grabbing handfuls of popcorn out of the bowl. Marc felt like his heart was about to implode from how fast it was beating. How do I do this? What should I do? He asked himself in his head.

And then, for a moment, there was a spark between you as soon as your hand brushed up with his while trying to grab popcorn. Marc looked at you, his cheeks probably beet red as he slowly pulled his hand back and let you grab your popcorn.

“Sorry.” You muttered.

“Don’t be.” He grinned.

“Your hands are really clammy, are you okay, Spector?”

He took a deep breath and went with it. Here it was, it was happening. Finally, after all these months, it was happening.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” Marc admitted, feeling his body immediately heat up with shock.

You took the popcorn bowl, placing it on the coffee table. He noticed your cheeks turning pink at his words and he was hopeful for a positive response.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You asked.

Marc immediately closed the gap between you, leaning over to kiss your lips softly. His hands cupped your face gently as he took you in, loving every single second of your interaction. You pulled back after a moment, resting your forehead on his and grinning at him.

“It’s about damn time. I didn’t know how much longer you were going to keep your feelings a secret.” You chuckled.

“What?” Marc furrowed his brow. “You knew?”

“Steven told me within like the first week of me meeting you.”

“Of course he did.”

“I think it’s sweet.” You pecked his lips again. “And just so you know, I’ve felt the same way since I first talked to you.”

Marc kissed you again, pulling you into him and never wanting there to be space between you again. You both spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, exchanging sweet words, kisses and jokes about Steven and Jake’s reactions. Marc wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

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psshaw · 1 year

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Feelings-first therapy language has been interesting to navigate because I’m a very “actions are more important than words” type of lady. Growing up midwestern, I learned early that “sorry” means “don’t be mad at me”, and “we’re so happy to see you!” has no bearing on whether a person gets talked shit about later. “Nice” was never a trait I admired. In my experience, “nice” people were either naive or liars. “Nice” people cared what you were supposed to say, not what was true.

I could not figure out the motive for living like this, because it looked like torture. Now I realize the political benefits, but grokking it feels like reverse-character development.

Meanwhile, I can argue with you 100 times a year and feel nothing, because I respect you more for holding your own and being honest than I would if you agreed with everything I said. When I’m looking to knock someone off-guard, honest observations change the tone fast. I start asking questions— really, you agree with everything I said? That’s all you have to add? And sometimes people really do start to wonder what programmed them to do that.

I still hold a lot of hurt from an old friend who hated to argue. They always asked my opinion before giving theirs. Looking back, they were used to getting what they wanted by being “nice”, and got enraged and confused when it didn’t work. They often did objectively cruel things, just a step removed from where the victim could see it. They kept no-one’s secrets, “played both sides”, and took zero responsibility for the part they played in ratcheting the tension. Whenever things went south, they washed their hands of it and told the story as if they weren’t there. But the next time around, they still couldn’t resist getting involved. Because when two people won’t resolve things directly, the agony aunt gains two friends.

That preoccupation with perception— agreeing with two people at once, only taking responsibility for what they’ve been caught doing, using “sorry” like a magic word but repeating the cycle anyway— feels familiar in the obfuscations of therapy speak. I think a lot of people are attracted to “toxic” and “gaslighting” and “red flag” because it facilitates a flattening of a situation— a good guy and a bad guy, maybe. I’m often surprised by how little some people examine their own actions for anything other than “does this look good according to the current zeitgeist?”

The way I handled my Catholic guilt was by noticing I wasn’t in this alone. My whole congregation supposedly had Original Sin, and they sure as hell weren’t living more morally than me at 9 years old. Plus, what loving sky-daddy would put us on a world with so many temptations and just quietly scratch off our Heaven points for 80 years? So I deduced there was more wiggle room than we were interpreting the Bible to have— otherwise, Hell is full of preteens.

All of this is to say that “bad person” has never been a scary label to me, because I was raised to believe we were all bad. What mattered is that we were trying to be better. This is what made social justice make sense to me, too, though now I understand why other people see “don’t do that, it’s racist” as some kind of indelible attack on their character. (It’s cos they were raised wrong.) To me, the point isn’t to come out of the gate being perfectly liked and agreeable. It’s to show everyone how hard you can try.

#RAMBLY SORRY

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burningablaze · 2 years

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Bakugou x Kirishima - Commencing Tickle War!

Summary: Kirishima and Bakugou came up with a tickling game that allows a person to get revenge after the other once they are done getting tickled. However, they won’t know when, they won’t know where but the anticipation was killing Kirishima

Relationship: Ship or platonic

Lees: Bakugou and Kirishima

Lers: Kirishima and Bakugou

Words: 1,024

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“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SHITTY HAHAHAHAHAIR! KNOCK IT OHOHOHOHOHOHOFF!” Bakugou laughed loudly while kicking his legs.

Kirishima felt mischievous and decided to tickle attack Bakugou. Only he tends to forget about the little tickle game that Bakugou and Kirishima came up with just less than a month ago. They just called it “commencing tickle war.”

Basically, commencing tickle war allows person A to tickle person B back as an act of revenge. They can either use it now or use it sometime in the future. It can also be planned or a surprise attack. After person A tickles person B, the two parties cannot commence tickle war for the rest of the day. It'll be better explained later on.

"KIRISHIMAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOHOHOP!" Bakugou screamed with laughter as Kirishima kneaded his underarms that met the top of his ribs. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THAT SPOHOHOHOHOHOT!”

“Alright, alright.” Kirishima smiled and backed away. Bakugou panted. “What the hell, shitty hair!” Kirishima chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. “I couldn’t help it.”

“Well, I declare tickle war!” Bakugou watched Kirishima’s face turn red, almost turning into the shade of his hair. Kirishima gulped. “Are you going to… use it now?” He asked nervously. Bakugou smirked. “Nope.”

Kirishima’s mouth was hung open. “When are you going tickle me?” Bakugou laid back on the pillows while playing on his phone. “Not telling you.” Kirishima pouted. He knew the anticipation was going to get to him.

A few days later, after Bakugou commenced tickle war, Kirishima was on edge and going nuts. Every time, he would see Bakugou pass by him, he would curl himself halfway into a ball and squeak, but Bakugou never tickled him that day. Kirishima would giggle out of nowhere whenever Bakugou would sit next to him. Bakugou would tease Kirishima by wiggling his fingers near Kirishima, earning a squeal, then pull away. Yet, Bakugou didn’t tickle him that day.

Saturday’s here, and Kirishima wasn’t tense as much. He lay on his bed comfortably in his room as he waited for Bakugou to come in and hang out with him. He wasn’t feeling nervous that Bakugou would try to tickle him. Indeed, he forgot about it after the entire week.

Bakugou bursted into Kirishima’s room with two soda cans, he even made Kirishima jump a little. “Jeez, Bakugou, don’t you know how to enter a room calmly?” Kirishima sat up and tossed his phone to the side of the mattress. “Ha! Hell no!”

The boys had lost track of time as they lazed around on Kiri’s bed. Bakugou leaned his back on the wall, and Kirishima had his head on his lap. Kirishima looked up at Bakugou. “So when are you planning on tickling me?” He asked.

“When you least expect it, dumbass,” Bakugou said. Kirishima gulped. Bakugou smirked. “Do you want me to tickle you right now?” He asked. Kirishima’s face was turning red, and he felt a ticklish feeling in his stomach. “Bakugou!” Kirishima whined.

“What? I’m asking you, do you want me to tickle you?” Bakugou leaned forward a little to look directly over Kirishima’s face. Kirishima smiled wobbly and started laughing. “Well?”

“Why are you teasing me?!” Kirishima curled in a ball and kept giggling. “Am not! But if you want me to tease you, you should have said so.” Bakugou sneaked his hand to Kirishima’s side and squeezed slightly.

With a yelp, Kirishima jumped out of surprise. “Bakugou nohohohoho!” “Heh, too late.” Bakugou shoved both of his hands underneath Kirishima’s underarms and wiggled his fingers into them.

“Ahahahahahahahahaha wait! I wasn’t reahahahahahahadyeheehehehe!” Kirishima laughed as he clamped his arms tight to his sides, trapping Bakugou’s hands in place.

"I don't care. I had the urge to get you back all this week, but I wanted to see how long I can keep you such a giggling mess, and here you are just asking to be wreaked, huh shitty hair?"

“Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Bakugohohohohohohou! Stohohohohohohop!” Kirishima kicked and squirmed as he laughed and squealed.

“Ha! Not a chance! Let my hands go, idiot!” Bakugou was actually struggling to get his hands out from Kirishima’s underarms but Kirishima was laughing so hard and still had his arms latched to his sides so Bakugou could never leave.

“I cahahahahahahahan’t!” “Let go!” “But you’ll tihihihihickle mehehehe!” “That’s the point! I commence tickle war!”

Bakugou noticed that Kirishima’s shirt had risen up a little due to his wiggling around and leaned forward to blow a raspberry on his tummy.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NONONONOHOHOHOHO!”

Kirishima tried to push Bakugou’s head away from his belly but gave Bakugou the slip. Bakugou finally got his hands free and started tickling Kirishima’s belly.

“NOHOHOHOHO YOU TRIHIHIHIHICKED MEHEHEHE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“That was your fault, shitty hair! Now stop squirming; I’m gonna tickle you so bad you’ll go to bed laughing!”

Bakugou tickled Kirishima’s belly in many possible ways, and Kirishima was in stitches just like Bakugou said he would.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP ATTACKING MYEHEHEHEHE PUHUHUHUDGE! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEHEASE! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

For the last round, Bakugou did something he had never done before. He flipped over Kirishima on his belly, laid on top of his back, grabbed one of his ankles, and held it still with his legs, and tickled both his foot and his side.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE HELL BAKUGOHOHOHOHOHOHOU! DON’T DO THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! LET GOHOHOHOHOHOHO! GET OHOHOHOHOFF! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Bakugou was amused with this kind of move himself, tickling two spots at the same time, and Kirishima had no chance to escape.

“BAHAHAHAHAKUGOU PLEHEHEHEASE I’M DYINGEHEHEHEHEHE!”

“You give up?” Bakugou asked, digging into Kirishima’s toes and in the side of his ribs.

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHES! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP! MERCY! MEHEHEHEHEHERCY!”

“Fine,” Bakugou let go of his ankle and get off of Kirishima, leaving him breathing heavily. Bakugou’s revenge was over, but at what cost?

“I’m… gonna… get you… back.” Kirishima said while catching his breath. “Oh? Trying to commence tickle war? You know you can’t do that for the entire day, right?” Bakugou said he sat on Kirishima’s back, making him wheeze his breath out.

“Okay, okay! I won’t commence tickle war! Get off!” Kirishima struggled to get Bakugou to move. “Fine. Maybe it’ll teach you a lesson not to mess with me.” Bakugou poked Kirishima’s side.

#mha kirishima #mha bakugou #ler!bakugou #lee!kirishima #ticklish!kirishima #lee!bakugou #ler!kirishima #ticklish!bakugou

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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The jock brother

Character: Liam Dunbar x brother, Theo Raeken x male reader, Jordan Parrish x male reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: None

A warm summer breeze surrounded the entire Beacon Hills area. But especially the lacrosse field neat the high school. Hundreds of people gathered there to finally see the lacrosse team, win against their rivals the Devenford Prep private school.

They always were the underdogs, never getting into state semi-finals or anything of this kind. Rather pathetic. But now finally, they had a new star player. One who actually can change the tides for this always losing team.

It was shortly before the last whistle would sound over the place. All onlookers were in shock, at how well the Beacon Hills high school team was beating Devenford. Never in their history was it so close, for either of them to win. Normally Devenford would be in the lead by multiple dozens of points. Now they needed a miracle to still win.

The crowd was cheering, loudly and with full enthusiasm. Chants for Liam to bring the win home could be heard through all the people watching.

But one voice broke through all the others. „Sappy, concentrate and win this game!“, you screamed, with your hands around your mouth. Before the next round began Liam looked over to you, shocked but smiling. He dipped his head and the whistle could be heard. Never in your life did you ever see someone run so fast and pass like a champion, just to throw it into the net.

And shortly after, the enemy team wanted to do the same, and the referee ended the game. It went dead quiet as everyone tried to comprehend what just had happened. Except for you. Pushing yourself through the crowd, running onto the field, directly to Liam, you pulled him into your arms. „Great job, Sappy!“, you whispered down to him. After patting him slightly on his head, you pulled him up, as if he was nothing and sat him on your shoulders. Presenting him to the audience. Just for everyone to explode in congratulations and the team to celebrate their first victory. This meant, that they now would drive through the entire state to win more games and hopefully, win the first lacrosse trophy for the school in a decade.

Even though your face could be seen now, that your snapback fell down, your hold the attention at Liam because he deserved it.

It was when he and his team went into the locker room, that everyone outside besieged you. Asking for autographs and photos, which you gave me with excitement. At least until Liam came out with damp hair, seeing you doing all kinds of things. He did not even need to say a word, for you to see him. Excusing yourself you immediately ran up to him and brought him into a headlock. „My good my baby sappy is getting so old!“, you cried dramatically.

„What are you doing here? Did football season not just start?“ A wide smile on your face, you nodded. „Then why are you here?“, he asked further.

„I took time off, more or less willingly. I had an injury a while back, that somehow flamed up again and now need to get rest for a month or two until I’m allowed to play again. And I thought, why not surprise my little sappy at the most important play for him and his school? And now I will take time off for each of your games!“

Liam groaned and whined a bit, but would lie if he had said, that he didn't want you there. In reality, he freaking missed you so bad.

„Now come on, Mum and Stepdad, are waiting, they threatened me with disowning, me after I asked them if I should live in a hotel for the time being, because apparently one of your friends is living at our house?“, you wiggled with your eyebrows, thinking that there was more to the story.

„He is only a friend, I’m not into guys!“

„Whatever you say, Sappy. Now let’s get going!“

When you came home, you eat as a family, Liam’s friend was not there yet and as he came he ate alone and shortly after vanished into the spare room. You were just able to see his shirt, as you wandered out of your room, completely wet, to ask Liam if he had seen some of your shit.

„What are you guys doing here?“ Liam was rather confused as he saw his entire pack at his front door. His parents are already away.

„We wanted to celebrate with you man! You have beaten the Devenford Prep, with ease, you are almost a hero at our school now!“, Scott told him while hugging him.

But Liam felt something was off. They intensively looked around, as if they were searching for something or rather someone.

„You are here because of (Y/N), right?“, he asked with a heavy annoyed sigh. Most of them sheepishly looked away. Getting caught was at no point something amusing.

He opened the door further, so everyone could get in. With a warning glare, he looked at his friends, „Don’t be weird around him, okay?“

Just as he had said this, you already came downstairs, „He Sappy, who was at the door?“, you asked, without looking up from your phone. Just after you hadn’t gotten an answer and felt multiple pairs of eyes on your body, you finally looked up. Only to see the living room packed. Feeling naked out of a sudden, it was then that you realized that you weren’t wearing a shirt.

„Do you have a girlfriend?“, one of the girls asked you directly. You could see Liam facepalming himself before you even could react to it.

„No sweety, I’m playing for the other team, which people who watch my sport should know.“ Your passive aggressiveness, made some of them chuckle, even the girl that had asked that question.

„Sappy, they are here for you, right? I really don’t want to interfere in your great victory yesterday,“ you asked him feeling guilty. Eyes narrowed onto your little brother, sadness deep within them. Even the group could tell it immediately.

Liam on the other hand was conflicted, as he did not know if he should lie or tell the truth. But you always could tell when he was lying so this wasn’t really an option. Just then another knock could be sound from outside. Without a word spoken, you walked over and opened it. To your surprise, a man in police attire was standing outside. A prime example of a hot, handsome police officer.

„Is this the Dunbar residence?“, he asked confused.

„Yes, officer, can I help you?“

„I got the message, that a pack meeting was here, right now-“

Before he could finish. Liam came to his rescue, „Come in Jordan. The rest is already here.“ So you stepped away from the man, who shamelessly checked you out.

„A pack, really? Don’t tell me, you are werewolves too!“, you overly dramatic threw these words around.

Shocked faces all around, as nobody really knew what to say. Except for one, „Not exactly, it’s a weird mix of everything under the sun.“ An even more handsome young guy told you while he descended the stairs.

„Oh my god, are you hot… Wait how old are you?“ The panic was evident in your voice.

„Almost nineteen,“ he answered truthfully.

„And you are not mounting my brother, little puppy, right?“ From panic to seductively in seconds. A talent only people with confidence and a big ego like yours could do.

„No, we are just friends. Your parents let me stay here until I can get onto my own feet.“ You could see the embarrassment on his face, but you could not see, where this should’ve come from.

You shook your head. „There is no need to be embarrassed. You are freaking hot, it would be easy to get you a modeling contract or football? You played right? I remember your face vaguely. For some time my boys and I went to high school plays to look for talents.“

He got even more embarrassed as he heard that and that you remembered him. You two had talked before, but now it felt different.

„So if you see my door open, just come in.“ A little wink told him everything he needed to know. And he actually blushed.

„Them same to you officer.“

All people there looked dumbfounded that you flirted with two guys at the same time, without any consideration for anyone's feelings.

„He only has two partners at the same time. In the beginning, it was weird, to see him with two guys all three of them in the same relationship, but like with everything else, you can get used to it.“

„That’s right Sappy. And now I know, why you never told me who lives here because you knew he is my type, right?“ And Liam nodded defeated.

„I just wanted to protect him from your grabby hands.“ Fighting back was something new for you. Until now he always was rather passive with you.

You almost wanted to get a dog ball out but thought that most of them, would not understand the joke, like your teammates.

One of them, a skinny almost sick-looking dude, was glancing around, obviously confused. „Do we all ignore that he told us that he knows about werewolves?“, he asked in disbelief, nearly exploding.

„Does any of you really think, that all football players could play like this when they are humans? Of course, many like me have trained our whole lives. But there are also a lot who never needed to do anything, because of their werewolf powers.“ It was visible and audible, that this was a sore spot for you. And how couldn't it be? It was unfair.

„And why are you calling Liam, `Sappy´?“, the handsome guy living in your parent's home asked you.

„Well, sit down, maybe even in my lap if you want and I tell you.“

Despite your generous offer, he decided to sit on an armchair, to your right. But you did not let it get to you, instead, a wide grin appeared on your face. „NO! You won’t tell them! It's embarrassing!“ Liam tried to persuade you to not do it, but you just put a hand over his mouth, as he tried to punch you from the side.

„It was eight, almost nine years ago. Liam always was a naive person. But then he believed everything I said…“

As you ended your story, the room erupted in laughter anew. With Liam giving up, hiding in your massive arm. You stroking his head, to get him to calm down. An ability only you had. He loved you too much, to even think of hurting you in any way.

„But now I believe you should go. I did my job in embarrassing little Sappy here and now I need to get him to love me again.“

They instantly understood that this wasn’t a request but an order and slowly left one by one. As you had given your brother to the handsome guy living under the same roof as you, you walked them all out. But the officer stood behind. For a bit longer.

„Here,“ he told you, as he had given you a piece of paper. A number on it, which only made you smirk.

„I knew you would have a taste. I hope you would not have anything against more partners?“

Now it was on him to smirk at you, „If I had would've I given you my number, hotshot? Just that you know, besides my career as a police officer, I also trained masseur, you know for the injury you inquired.“

He had known you were from the beginning and still hadn’t said anything. You liked that man very much. „I keep that in mind… We will see us, officer.“ As you closed the door, a sigh came from your dry lips. Seeing Theo cradle your little brother, was cute as nothing you have ever seen. Hopefully, they really were only friends. You wanted him for yourself.

Only time will tell, what happens.

[Masterlist]

#Theo Raeken imagines #Theo Raeken #Theo Raeken x male reader #Liam Dunbar #Liam Dunbar x male reader #Liam Dunbar imagines #Jordan Parrish x male reader #Jordan Parrish imagines #Teen Wolf #Teen Wolf x male reader #Teen Wolf imagine #x male reader #male reader #male reader imagine #x male reader imagine

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divinemissem13 · 6 months

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Friendly Competition

Flufftober, day 13: Wrong (game) Fandom: Star Trek Strange New Worlds Ship: Pike/ Una Rated M for implied sexual content (could probably be T but I like to rate cautiously) AO3 link

Game night for two in the captain's quarters. Rules TBD.

“You do know I’m the boss, right? I could just order you to fold.”

“Mmhmm” Una replies smugly as she lays down her hand: a full house, queens over kings (of course). She raises an eyebrow and smirks at Chris, a silent challenge to beat her hand.

Chris reluctantly shows his hand, one card at a time: 7 of hearts, 4 of hearts, 6 of hearts. He glances up at Una but she doesn’t seem ruffled yet, his seemingly random placement of his cards luring her into a false sense of security, just like he had hoped.

8 of hearts. Chris looks up again and sees Una’s jaw tighten. It’s the only sign he sees that she is getting worried, but it’s enough.

“Wanna guess what this last one is?” Chris asks, trying to feign innocence but doing a terrible job as the corners of his mouth are already curling toward a smile.

Una rolls her eyes. Leave it to a man to make such a big deal out of one little hand while she sits fully clothed and he’s in nothing but boxer briefs and knee socks, the rest of his clothing having been shed piece by piece with each hand he lost.

“A joker?” she quips sarcastically.

Chris is so excited, he doesn’t even acknowledge her biting tone. He stands triumphantly and throws down the final card with a flourish: a 5 of hearts. “Straight flush beats your full house! Scant, please!” he exclaims gleefully.

Una leans one elbow on the table, resting her chin in her hand, taking in the ridiculous but adorable sight across the table. The dissonance of his manly, muscular physique against his boyish excitability is one of the things she finds most enticing about him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to start with something a little smaller? A boot, maybe?” she purrs at him with a gleam in her eye that tells Chris she is definitely up to something.

“Oh, I’m sure. The scant. Hand it over,” he confirms, holding out a hand and wiggling his fingers.

Una stands and walks close to him, her finger tips playing with the hem of her very short dress. She doesn’t remove it though. Instead, she leans in and whispers in his ear, “Here’s the thing, Captain: I never said we were playing strip poker.”

Chris stands there with his mouth hanging open as Una struts away toward the bedroom, still fully clothed. He replays the evening in his head and realizes that, in fact, she had never once requested an item of clothing from him. He had eagerly removed something of his own volition each time he lost a hand, blinded by the anticipation of when she would have to do the same.

And now, standing alone in the middle of the living room in the oh-so-attractive combination of mismatched underwear and socks, he only has himself to blame.

Feeling defeated and more than a little bit embarrassed, Chris begins to gather the pieces of his uniform from the floor. One boot has ended up near the bedroom door and he goes to retrieve it, wondering why the hell he was throwing clothing around on top of everything else.

Suddenly, a yellow piece of fabric hits him directly in the face. Once he shakes off the shock, he realizes he is holding Una’s scant.

He squints into the darkened bedroom and can only just make out her silhouette stretched out on the bed. The starlight gleams against her skin, highlighting the ample curves and lithe limbs so that she almost seems to be glowing.

The pile of clothes drops to the floor and before he has fully processed the situation, Chris vaults to the bed and lands on his hands and knees straddling his Number One everything. She looks up at him with a seductive smirk and he leans down to kiss it right off her face. Just before their lips touch, he murmurs “Now this is the type of ‘poke-her’ I’ll always win.”

Una bursts out laughing, right in his face, but he kisses her anyway, swallowing her howls until they turn into sighs and moans.She rolls them so that she is on top of him and Chris can’t help but think smugly (before he stops thinking completely) Yep, in the end, I always get her to fold.

#flufftober2023 #day 13 #wrong #confusion #strange new worlds #pikeuna #una chin riley #christopher pike #dad jokes #poker #fanfic #i wrote this #ao3 link #strip poker

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mycological-mariner · 20 days

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You mentioned a play you wrote about Hannah Snell in one of your ask game replies; would you be willing to share a little more about the play? This sounds so cool!

Sorry for only just getting to this! You and @clove-pinks both asked about the Hannah Snell play so I shall tell about the Hannah Snell play.

So, while she was still trying to get her pension for her 5 years of service, Snell would go around performing in her marine uniform, telling audiences all about her time in the army and eventually navy, how she had to hide her sex, the trials and tribulations, etc. Now there’s no surviving transcription of any of these performances (not that I could find at least rip) so I thought it might be a fun opportunity to a) do a solo show which I’d never done and b) get to imagine what she might’ve said and how those performances would’ve gone!

Originally it was an 8 minute solo piece that I ended up extending into, uh. Not 8 minutes. I think it came around to about 30–45 minutes? With the extra time I got to play around with how much of the truth was being stretched, exaggerated or left out. I thought it might be fun for an audience to know something was up but being unable to verify one way or the other (kind of like now and anyone trying to pull apart myth and fact). Might’ve gone over. But then I had trouble with the venue and finding tech and stage crews and etc. I wasn’t going to be able to cover costs so I shelved it. Which was quite sad. However I’m still wanting to do it!

I think that, if I save enough and if I get the time, I’d like to bring it back. Though I’ve been wanting to rewrite it to include two or three other cast members. The idea this time is a mix of talking directly to the audience and telling them the Story Of Hannah Snell, Lady Tar and then cutting in with what might’ve been more likely to happen or parts of her story we know more about now that she might’ve left out altogether. The flogging scenes, for example. So, a bit more creative wiggle room. Never just making things up or anything but being honest to this part of history and the record she left. The ending will always make me rather sad though. I’ll say this much that stayed between all 3 iterations: while Snell might have just left her story with her eventual leaving and calling for public support for her pension, in reality she remarried twice and I believe she lost two more children in infancy (she had already lost one before the military), and her mental condition (it’s never stated WHAT mental condition) worsened so much that she was committed to Bethlem — THE Bedlam — where she would die in 1792 at age 69.

In the play, she drops the performance and speaks openly and honestly about how her life ended. About her legacy or lack thereof, and how so much of her story will always remain unknown or at least unverifiable through all of the sensationalism surrounding her in her life.

I’ve always been interested in the legacy of people contrasted with their just humanness. Like, Snell’s story is so much more story than fact. I like to keep the fact that all these people were just being people. And it’s especially true when a button seller finds herself the subject of a Narrative, fully deserving of the capital letter.

Thanks for asking, both of you!! Sorry if I rambled on a bit, the Hannah Snell Play is near and dear to me. Now if I could just get other people near and dear as well, we might be able to perform this thing lol

#thanks for the ask!

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Good Excuses

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 3 of the August Prompts: backpack

Warnings: none- just fluff here today my friends, no use of "y/n"

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I know I haven't written for Eddie in a minute but I swear I still think about him all the time

Stranger Things Taglist: @garbinge @winchestershiresauce @thatpunkmaximoff @xbunnysbrainx @bigcreatorwombatdreamer (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)

“Hey,” Eddie turned around in his desk to look at you, “Do you have a—”

He didn’t even finish the question and you were holding a pencil out for him to take. He smiled, as he took it, and as much as you didn’t want to, you couldn’t help but to mirror his expression as you shook your head at him. You always said you were going to stop lending him things so maybe he would stop forgetting them, but you never followed through.

“I owe you my life,” he joked dramatically.

You rolled your eyes, gaze dropping back to the paper in front of you, “Not your life. Just your diploma.”

He laughed and was about to make another comment when your teacher cleared her throat up at the front of the room. Both of you looked at her, and you instantly felt like shrinking down into your seat when you saw the way that her eyes were locked directly onto the two of you. Out of habit you forced yourself to look back down at your work again, but you could still hear the muffled sound of Eddie chuckling. Part of you envied the way that nothing ever really seemed to bother him.

Every now and then, Eddie had days where it seemed like he forgot his entire life at home. It felt like every class the two of you shared, he was turning to you asking for some small thing that he’d forgotten. He was your friend, so you really didn’t mind lending him things or giving him pieces of paper, but you wondered how he fared in the classes that the two of you didn’t share. Who did he mooch off of in those scenarios?

“You know,” you told him at the end of class when he handed you your pencil back, “I could’ve sworn that when we met, you did have a backpack.”

He made a big show of tapping his chin in thought, “Did I?”

You laughed, giving him a playful shove as the two of you walked out the door of the classroom, “Yea, you did.”

He shook his head, a cheesy grin on his face, “You must be thinking of someone else.”

You rolled your eyes, “There's only one you, Eddie Munson.”

He pointed at you knowingly, “That is true. Lucky for you and the rest of Hawkins,” he laughed.

The bell rang to signal the start of the next period and you knew that it was going to be a bit before you saw Eddie again at the end of the day. You both had study hall together for the last period of the day, which worked out well when he actually showed up to it. But that wasn’t always a guarantee. Some days he used it as an excuse to cut out of school early. Part of you couldn’t blame him, but it was also a lot ,ore enjoyable when he actually showed up.

“See you for ninth?” you almost felt embarrassed about how hopeful you sounded.

He shrugged, drumming his fingers on the notebook in his hands, “Not promising you anything.”

“C'mon,” you pleaded, “you’ve been skipping it all week.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, “Miss me that much?”

Heat flashed across your face but you still managed to roll your eyes, trying to play it cool, “Forget it. Have fun skipping early.”

“Aw, come on, don’t be mad—”

“I’m not mad,” you reassured him as you walked away, “but I gotta get to class.”

He was about to start saying something else to you but you had already turned and started heading in the other direction. Truthfully he was surprised that you had let yourself be that late just to hang around and talk to him. He was no stranger to strolling into class whenever he felt like it, if he even showed up at all, but you were never like that. For you, on time was late. He wondered if he was rubbing off on you.

You strolled into study hall at the start of ninth period and you immediately noticed the fact that Eddie wasn’t there. You let out a quiet sigh, shaking your head as you walked farther into the room and found a seat. You stared at the doorway for a couple minutes, hoping that maybe he was just running late and that he would come sliding into the room, happy to see you even if you were going to force him to do the homework he so desperately wanted to avoid. But that didn’t happen. Tapping your pencil on the surface of your desk a few times, you finally pulled out your books and got started on all of your other homework.

You were packed up and ready to go long before the dismissal bell rang. So, the second it went off, you practically shot up out of your seat and booked it out of study hall. You doubted that Eddie was still at school, but if he was, you were about to give him a piece of your mind. You didn’t really know what you were planning on saying to him, you were just hoping it would come to you in the moment.

When you turned into the hallway where his locker was, you saw that the door of his was open, that he was crouched in front of it digging through it for god only knows what. Letting out a huff, you stormed over to him.

“Didn’t even ditch me to leave early today?” you asked, “Just ditched me?”

He nearly fell completely onto the floor, not expecting you to be so close or sound so annoyed. He scrambled to his feet, doing his best to turn around and face you in the process. Smoothing out his shirt, he said, “I promise you, I was going to show up this time. Cross my heart,” he drew an X over his chest with his finger.

You rolled your eyes, “Eddie, don’t—”

“Henderson needed me. Want me to just leave the kid hanging?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. He knew that Dustin was a bit of a weak spot for the both of you. For better or worse, neither of you ever got very good at telling the kid no. Still, though, it didn’t soothe the sting of being blown off again, “So you just decided to leave me hanging instead?”

Eddie chuckled, “You get to see me all day.”

“Except for ninth period,” you corrected him.

He smiled, nodding, “Except for ninth period.”

“Next time, can you just—” you stopped yourself short as you looked into his locker, something you clearly must never have done before now, not that it was really something you ever gave any thought to.

He was caught off-guard by the sudden pause, finally turning around to see what you were looking at. When he saw it, his eyes widened as he slammed his locker shut. He leaned back against it, trying to seem casual and miserably failing.

“Did I just see what I think I saw?” you asked.

He shrugged, shaking his head as he gestured vaguely with his hands, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s nothing to see here. Or anywhere. I have nothing that is for mortal eyes.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, “Have you had a book bag this entire time?”

He looked everywhere but in your eyes, “Can’t confirm or deny that, I’m afraid.”

You laughed, “Eddie! I’m serious!”

With a heavy, dramatic sigh, he stepped forward and opened his locker once more. Grabbing his backpack off the hook , he hugged it to his chest as though he was trying to stop you from taking it from him.

Shaking your head, you gestured to his bag, “Have you had that this entire time?” his silence spoke volumes and you had to laugh, “And here I thought all you had was your little box of contraband. Why don’t you just bring this to class with you? There’s gotta be some pencils in there somewhere so you don’t always have to borrow them.”

“There are,” he confirmed, still holding the bag to his chest.

“So why doesn’t it ever make it to class with you?”

His eyes dropped to the tiled floors beneath your feet, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say that Eddie Munson was actually blushing, “First time I asked you to borrow something, I really did just forget my bag at home. But then…” his voice got markedly quieter, “I just liked having an excuse to talk to you."

You laughed softly appreciating the sweet sentiment, “We’re friends, Eddie. You don’t need an excuse to talk to me.”

“We weren’t back then,” he pointed out.

“But we are now,” you retorted.

He chuckled, “I know. Guess I like knowing I’ll always have an excuse, though.”

You hooked your thumbs on the straps of your own backpack, “You know what else is a good excise to talk to me?” you didn’t pause long enough for him to answer, “Going to study hall with me.”

He laughed, shifting to be could actually put his backpack on and lock his locker, “Let’s not get too carried away.”

You rolled your eyes, giving him a playful nudge towards the school doors, “C'mon, Munson. You can drive me home now since I missed the bus. Another good excuse for you to talk to me.”

The smile he shot your way instantly put butterflies in your stomach, “Should I start doing this all the time instead?”

You tried to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks as your gaze dropped to the ground. You shrugged, trying not to seem too eager, “Doesn’t sound like a bad plan.”

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