#my cheeks were so round ohhh my gosh

[paralien]

2023 vs 2017

[dominantslasherking]

(whatever character cause i can't think of anyone rn lol) who's obsessed with and obsessed with pleasing the reader? like would absolutely do anything to worship him

Jed Olsen/Ghostface [DBD] With dominant male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

Jed was extremely hyper and more excited about his killing rounds today, specifically because the newest killer [Name] which the entity is known to favor most of the time, is going to be on a duo kill session with him.

And god was Ghostface obsessed with this handsome killer, just seeing him walking around with his weapon got Jed all riled up. Of course [Name] wasn't a completely silent killer, when he did talk his voice was so fucking husky that Jed nearly jumped the killers bones every time he hears him speak.

Jed was simply glad the entity decided to change the games up a bit, with more survivors in the round and more killers to even it out, "Heyy, buddy--ole pal!~" Jed teased his smaller frame walking right next to your right side his mask was pointed upwards to look at you since you were much taller then he was.

You simply stayed silent looking down at the other killer both of you felt your bodies tingle, meaning you were getting teleported into the map.

Once you were teleported you wasted no time searching for survivors, Jed following you eagerly, once Jed spotted a survivor who was hiding, he smirked under his mask, taking the chance to sneak up behind the survivor and slash at their back.

Jed grabbed the survivor and placed his knife on their neck, "Listen here bitch, if I even see you struggling just a tiny bit I'm going to slice my neck into your flesh and then chop your head off!" Jed hissed into the Survivors ear, before gripping the survivor's hair with his free hand.

He threw the survivor at your feet, "I got this one for you.." Jed bashfully whispered, kicking the survivor's stomach for trying to grip at your ankles. "You---stupid---!!!!STOP TRYING TO TOUCH HIM!" Jed screamed crazily, plunging his knife into the survivor's back, over and over, until his mask and the dirt was drenched in blood.

"I'm...oh gosh so sorry, I stole your kill--" Jed whimpered under your gaze noticing you tilting your head at him, his heart beating rapidly at your full attention. "I was, just so jealous, I'm your number 1 fan after all" Jed slowly whispered getting up off his feet, Jed could hear your slow deep breaths, "Are you angry?" Jed asked leaning against your chest in a testing manner.

Jed felt something hard press against him, causing him to freeze, his body shaking a little from the realization passing through him. "Oh....ohhh~" Jed let out a little chuckle as he pressed himself harder against your body, his hand sliding down to grab your hard length.

"Fuck, is this for me? You're so fucking huge, oh god, oh god!" Jed pushed the dead body out of the way getting on his knees, he was about to release your cock from your clothes but was interrupted by a survivor running past.

Ghostface shot up, "I'll get them, okay? Then I will help you with your...problem---big problem, later, after the games~" Jed purred, his thoughts filled with lust at taking your cock for himself.

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The game had finished, obviously, the two killers winning, right now both Jed and [Name] were currently somewhere in the killer's section of the forest, far away from the survivor's border or any other slashers.

Jed's mask was on the floor, relentlessly sloppy and wet gagging sounds filling the entire area.

Tears glittered in his eyes as you were gripping his soft hair and fucking his wet craven mouth. Jed was sucking in his cheeks letting his tongue run along your cock eagerly, his saliva going all over as he choked on your cock.

His throat was being stretched open from your length sliding in and out of it, it was obvious that this wasn't the first round as Jed's face, was covered in cum, and there was cum dripping out of his mouth and onto his neck.

With a pop You slid out of his mouth, Jed suddenly caught his breath and looked at you, "Pleaseee~Cmon please~ I really want more of your cum!~" Jed cried out, his hand resting on your thigh as he opened up his mouth, showing you the cum on his tongue as he stuck it out eagerly to taste more of your cock and the sweet nectar that flowed down his throat.

You complied, jamming your cock back in, at the clearly happy Slasher who looked up at you as he took your cock inside his mouth.

[primofate]

Kinktober: Doing it raw for the first time [Modern AU] (Minors do not interact) Not SFW

Notes: And so it comes to this. I’m just jumping in >_> I don’t usually write smut but I guess I was in the mood?

Warning: gosh I don’t know where to start. no protection, rope play, breeding kink, overstim, size kink, praise kink, not proofread, giving head, established relationship. Pretty soft for Albedo and Diluc then it goes a bit hard for the others >_>

Characters: Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Tartaglia, Xiao, Zhongli x fem!reader

Juicy stuff below the cut

Albedo

Albedo was not one to push you into doing things. Even when your bodies were pressed up against each other, the warm touch of his bare skin on yours almost sticky, yet intoxicatingly so.

“Bedo, please,” 

You whimper under him as he slaps his cock against your glistening folds. So pretty, he thought to himself. Even the subtle slap of his cock on your wetness was making him shiver. 

He grabs your hips and pulls you towards him easily, his stature might seem small but his work with the fencing sword proved him to be strong and able. He leans in to whisper in your ear, his tip lining up to your opening. “Ready?” His husky breath tickles your ear, but before you could reply, you can feel him stretching you open. 

You close your eyes and throw your head back at how painfully slow he was going. You could feel every inch of him push through you and you hear him stifle a groan. “B-Bedo...!” you mewl his name, feeling him fully for the first time, as he does you. 

“Shhh...” He whispers out, trying to concentrate on the tight squeeze of your cunt around him. Trying to ground himself. Trying not to just plow you through your orgasm. He bottoms out, his whole length buried into your damp hole. He looks down to see how connected the two of you are, face flushed into one of bliss. “...Beautiful, Y/N,” 

Still, he’s calm. He’s calm as he takes his hand and starts rubbing on your sensitive nub. You jerk up and you clench around him, earning another groan. “T-Tight...” He pants, unable to wrap his head around the fact that he’s getting squeezed by you. 

And suddenly, both his hands are on your waist again, he pulls out nearly completely, leaving only the tip inside and you lift your head up giving him a questioning look, until he thrusts his hips forward, sheathing himself in one swift motion. “A--aghh!” A strangled moan leaves your mouth as he ruts into you almost violently.

He can’t control himself. It’s different. His bare cock in you. “I-I can’t stop--” the bed creaks, his hold on your waist nearly bruising, pistoning himself. Grunting, groaning, hitting you in all the right spots as he hears you cry out “Mmggh! A-Albedo! There, right there!” 

It’s like fuel for him, chasing his own high and yours. The friction on his cock is unreal. The wetness. The vice-grip. His head is spinning and you watch as he throws his head back in a beautiful moan. “Y/N...!” You watch as his hips continue in a magical pace, your hands suddenly gripping the bedsheets as you arch your back, reaching your orgasm before him, “-t’so good, so good! Albedo I’m cumming!” he thrusts a few more times, you can’t even feel him stiffen, just coming down from your high. He quickly pulls out and fists his cock, spurts of white shooting out to your stomach, grunting “Wish I could cum in you...” 

He rarely says such things, but you grin when he does.

“How about for next time...?” you suggest.

Diluc

He’s a gentle lover...for the most part. But there are days where even he loses control as he stands above you, worshipping your body. How could he not? It was a divine gift from God. Every time the two of you tangled in the sheets, it was a little piece of heaven for him, just seeing you bare and open.

The moans that you give out are even more of a blessing. He loves to please you. Loves to hear his name in whimpers and in squeals. So, his first order of events is tasting you. Letting you cum on his face as much as he wanted, it wasn’t your choice. 

Now he towers over you, your face already flushed out from the two orgasms he has licked out of you. He smiles at the look on your face, hair sticking to your forehead with sweat. He lays over you and starts peppering kisses up your jaw, stopping at your ear. “On your front, darling,” He helps you turn, your ass is now grinding against his hardness and he ruts into the smooth surface of your skin as he kisses your neck. He’s deliberately slow, but you’ve anticipated tonight for far too long. “Diluc, I want you...”

He chuckles behind you, but moves up, and prods your opening with his tip. “...You’re...extremely wet...” he whispers in awe. He could guess that you were a lot more excited today than usual. So was he, the tip of his cock seemed a lot more enflamed than usual. 

He pushes in, there’s some resistance but he manages to slide it halfway.

SLAP.

You yelp as you feel his hand smack your ass. “Y/N... God-- Sorry, I--” It was just too good. It was entirely different from usual. You can feel his hands grip on your ass, squeezing it as he finally rests fully inside you. You can’t see it, but he shivers. The way your walls are clamping down on him is sending him to a high.

Slowly, he pulls out halfway and thrusts in again. His pace is mellow, but you can feel every inch of him all the same. His perfect cock curves in the right places, hitting you just as you like it. “Love you, Y/N,” He has his eyes closed as he says this, reveling in the feeling of your warmth. “Love you so much,” and yet his hands are gripping your ass tighter, his pace is quickening. The control he once had is slipping fast and before long all you can hear is the loud slap slap slap of his skin hitting yours. 

The feeling is intense, your face smothered on the bed as he gradually drills into you. “Diluc! Diluc!” that’s the sound he loves. The sound of your fucked-out voice moaning his name. “Ohhh feels so good... your cock feels so good... Don’t stop!” you whimper as his hips thrust at the same time he pulls you down. 

He grits his teeth as he groans, “Cu-cumming!” every thrust he sends you feels like fireworks in your tummy. You stiffen up as the pleasure you feel peaks, you moan into the pillow as you orgasm, a little embarrassed at the feral sounds you were making. “Mine, all mine,” he grunts as he bottoms into you, cumming deep into your walls, and collapsing on top of you, his arms barely able to keep him propped up. He kisses your shoulder as he comes down from his high, still grunting and panting until he slips out of you, spent. 

“You’re a goddess, Y/N,” 

Kaeya

There’s a red blindfold round your head, and your wrists are tied up above it. Kaeya watches as you squirm a little. It’s his favourite type of play, for a special type of occasion. 

Your folds are already glistening for him, and although he didn’t tie your legs up he’s got them spread wide open with his strong hands. He’d been fingering you, getting you ready for his cock. “Please,” 

Of course, he doesn’t make it easy. “Please what, love?” a smirk on his face that you can’t see. “Want you in me...” you whimper out, lifting your hips up a little in hopes that you would find what you were looking for. His cock on your folds. “Whose cock do you want, Y/N?” he continues to tease you with his hands, his finger running a circle around your clit, completely avoiding it. “Yours Kaeya, just yours, please...”

He chuckles at this moment, “Good girl,” and you can feel him shifting his weight, can feel him pushing your knees up to your chest in the breeding position. Then, without any warning, he ruts into you all in one go. “Oh my God!” you keen at the painful and sudden stretch, but a few seconds later as his length pulses in you, fills you up in every corner, stars erupt in your eyes. “More, please, more!” 

You’re not quite sure how loud you’re being, but he’s in total bliss at the raw feeling. “Shit...That’s my girl,” he hammers into you relentlessly, almost painfully but the pain hurts so good. “This pussy’s officially mine,” he grunts as he fucks you out, the rough in and out earning stuttered moans from you. “You cumming, pretty?” his eyes trail down towards your pressed back head, open mouth wailing him praises. “Ohh yes, yes! S-So close!”

He crouches over you and presses your tied hands onto the bed, hips blindingly fast. “Mm, such a good pussy for me. Take it, take it all...” he starts to grunt more, head dipping lower into your neck as he feels the pleasure grip all around him. “Fuck,” he spits out as he stiffens, an animalistic growl escaping his lips just as you grip tighter around him and reach your own high. “Fuuuck, you’re so good, Y/N,” 

He slips out, handfuls of cum spilling out from your hole as he leans his body over yours.

Tartaglia

“Relax babe, you’re always so good at this,” He’s laid out on the bed, arms behind his head as he watches you grind your clothed pussy on his bare cock. Such a sight for sore eyes. Your lids are shut, cheeks are flushed and your mouth open in silent gasps. “You like that, huh?” His smirk is obvious, thoroughly entertained, as if watching a show that was made just for him. 

“Mmhmm...” You whimper, feeling your clit rub against his long, veiny cock. Your voice seems to spur something in him as he reaches out and pulls your panties aside. “Lift up,” he commands you and you follow, propping yourself up on your knees. “Go on now,” his shit-eating grin is almost teasing, but when you line yourself up on him, tip slipping past the tightness allowing you to fully sit on his raw cock for the first time, his grin disappears and is replaced with a strangled, guttural groan. “Oh shit,” his hands grab your hips and stills you, glues you to your sitting spot. 

You watch with half-lidded eyes as he closes his eyes and struggles. “Oh fuck it’s better than I thought,” he inches his hips up a little, provoking a moan from you. “I-I like this better too...” you murmur. You can feel every vein on him, every curve and thickness rubbing against your walls. Slowly he takes his hands away and places it on his side, rutting his hips up, making you bounce slightly and squeal, a signal for you to start.

You waste no time in bouncing up and down on him, hands on his chest, balancing yourself. The only sounds in the bedroom is the slap of skin on skin, your wanton moans and his animalistic growls. “Y/N, fuck,” one of his hands grips your thigh, he can feel his cock grow warmer, feel the knot in his stomach tighten. He’s nearing his orgasm and he can’t keep still anymore. 

He starts plowing up against you. Your bouncing is now fueled by his hips and not your own accord, you scream at how rough he’s going, how his dick kisses your cervix with every hard thrust up. “So deep! More, don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop” your words string together and are hardly coherent. He takes that as a sign to keep pulling your hips down just as he thrusts up, somehow, one of his hands manage to rub at your clit despite all the bouncing and you tighten up almost immediately.

“Childe!”

“SHIT!”

The two of you scream out at the same time, reaching orgasm mere seconds apart from each other. You collapse on him, and he wraps his arms around you. He takes a few seconds to recover before he flips you over onto the bed. “...You can’t expect me to just go one round... I’m addicted now...”

Xiao

“You want to do it...without this?”

He already has the condom in his hand, and you’re laid out on the bed prettily. “...I’ve been taking birth control instead,” those words has him on top of you in seconds. He’s kissing you fervently, the bulge in his boxers seem to keep growing. Xiao is well-endowed and you know it from the countless times you’ve taken him deep in your throat. 

“I love you, you know that? If you don’t want to it’s okay,”

“I want to,” the words between kisses are fast and heated. He wants to make sure you’re alright with it. He seems gentle now, but the truth is he’s insatiable in bed. He has a hunger for you that doesn’t end. As with any other session, he preps you for his cock with his fingers. One, two, up until the third one stretches you out so well and good that you start asking for more. You start asking for him. 

“Xiao...Want your cock..”

He takes his fingers away and rubs your wetness on him, hoping that the slight lubrication would make it easier for you today. But it’s never easy with him. Every time is like the first time, the painful stretch of his massive girth, the way you feel so full even when it’s just halfway in. 

“C’mere,” he pulls you easily towards the edge of the bed and instructs you to flip over, your ass is hanging on the edge and he thumbs in gently, positioning himself into your damp hole and slowly pushing in. “X-Xiao! S’too big... too much!”

Dear Gods the sensation is a hundred times more intense. He doesn’t even hear you talking about how big he is, he’s lost in the velvety folds of your cunt, in the way your walls stretch out to accommodate to him. He doesn’t answer you and he’s lost in the pleasure, pulling your hips back to make you stretch out all the way and take him all in. “XIAO!” 

You feel like cumming just from him being all the way inside and truthfully he feels the same. He’s afraid he might cum in just a few pumps, so he takes it slow, reaching in front of you to play with your clit, to ease up the stretch you feel. “A-Ah! No! Too much!” 

You start to squirm as his fingers find the sensitive nerves. This time, he hears you and replies. “Shhh... You’re doing well, Y/N,” his fingers rub faster circles on your clit and finally, he feels that he can move a little better now as you keen and rut your hips against his hand. “That’s it...” he whispers and starts at a demonic pace. He can’t help it, it’s too good. “I won’t last long, Y/N,” but you’re already at your orgasm, you’re already reaching your second, his fingers still relentlessly rubbing on you. “The best, it’s the best!” you moan and he watches as your ass bounces on his big cock. “Mmmrghhh... Fuck, so fucking tight,” 

His last few thrusts are brutal. Deep, strong and forceful, until he freezes and unloads inside you with a groan. 

Zhongli

You look at him as you finish up your blowjob. You see him looking down at you on your knees, obediently bobbing your head up and down. Today though, he doesn’t let himself finish in your mouth. He pulls your head back gently and looks you in the eyes. “...Y/N...Let me make you feel good,” 

He gathers you in his arms and places you on his office desk, the papers are strewn around on the floor already. He kisses you hungrily, hands roaming up and down before settling on rubbing you through your underwear. “Zhongli...” He’s a lot stronger than he looks, and this time he pushes your legs apart, his cock is right at your entrance, just waiting for his pushing motion. “Last chance to say no,” he mutters and you answer with a lewd “Fuck me raw,”

He pushes through the muscle of your opening, groaning as he does so. “Gods, Y/N, you’re tighter than usual,” he doesn’t hold back. He knows you can take it and fucks into you rough. He picks you up in his arms as he fucks you and your legs wrap around his waist automatically. He’s making you bounce on his cock at a vicious pace. He can hardly steal a glance at his cock as it disappears right back into your hole. “Zhongli, c-cum in me,” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, as if trapping him. Something snaps inside of him at your words and he maneuvers you onto his office chair and starts pistoning inside of you, his hands gripping the arms tightly. “O-Oh my God. Give it to me, pleasepleasepleaseplease,”

He’s never been this rough before, and you wonder if it’s because of what you said or the fact that he’s doing it raw. He isn’t a very vocal person but today he promises to give you his all. “This.is.all.yours.” he says in between hard thrusts. “Take it all, Y/N, take it--” he stops talking when his pleasure cuts him off, fireworks going off in his head and he shivers on top of you. He growls under his breath and suddenly slaps your cunt, right above the clit and your jerk up with a howl. “FUCK!” 

All of a sudden he’s starting again, he’s fucking into you hard even through your orgasm. “Oh shit! Li! fill me up!” You’re shuddering under him, body out of control at the sheer amount of pleasure he’s giving you, his fingers continue to rub and tap on your clit. “C-Cumming! I’m cumming! OH ff-”

You feel him stop inside of you, and by his low groans you can tell that he’s released his thick strings of cum inside. You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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[jeonsjiddies]

Not Afraid | jjk (m)

Summary - Jungkook helps you change your flat tire, and teaches you how to let go.

Word Count -  3816

Pairing - Jungkook x reader

Genre - smut

Warnings -  dom!jungkook, fingering, bondage, breast play, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, rough sex

a/n: another re-write from a previous fandom. :)

Driving home from university on a hot Tuesday afternoon, you sang along to the radio at the top of your lungs.You sped down the highway (still following the speed limit- for the most part. Didn’t most cops give a 5mph grace?) when your car started shaking and swerving. You put your flashers on and pulled over underneath an overpass bridge. You got out and realized you had a flat tire. 

“Crap,” you mumbled, pulling out your spare from the back and staring at it.

You didn’t know how to change a tire. You groaned, kicking the stone wall in frustration. You heard a hissing noise from behind some chipped off stones, and out jumped a snake. You screamed, fumbling away from it. Suddenly, a tall man in a black leather jacket appeared. He fearlessly grabbed the snake by the head so it couldn’t bite him, and walked it over to a grassy area, tossing it free.

“Are you oka-” he began when you threw yourself at him, hugging him. 

Your hands then pressed against his chest. 

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you rushed out.

Being pressed against him felt so good. Your hands slid down his chiseled abdomen slowly, mesmerized. You jumped back to reality, your gaze flickering up to his face, startled. You stood there, frozen, gazes locked together, your hands splayed across the top of his jeans. 

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” you squeaked, cheeks heating up as you stumbled away from him and his amused expression. 

“Oh, don’t mind me. I was enjoying the show,” he smirked. 

You almost died right then and there. From this new angle, you saw his deliciously tanned skin, deep brown eyes and razor sharp jawline, but soft, round features. He was gorgeous, erotic, he was…

“Jungkook?” you gasped, recognizing the boy from school. 

“Hey, Y/N.” he grinned.

“Oh my gosh, hi!” you smiled. “What are you doing here?” 

“I saw you were having car trouble and I stopped to make sure you were okay.”  

You and Jungkook weren’t exactly friends, but you were one of the few people  who didn’t treat him like trash, so you were friendly in classes and the hallways.

“I got a flat tire. I have a spare but I don’t know how to change it.” you sighed.

“I can help you with that. Do you have a jack?”  

“Uh…” you looked in the back and shook your head.

“I do, at my place. Come on,” he motioned to his bike. 

He handed you a helmet and you climbed onto the seat behind him, clutching his torso for dear life. Jungkook’s  body felt so good to touch, it made you hold on a little tighter than necessary. He wasn’t even going that fast. He rode down the highway, turning into his apartment complex. You hopped of the bike, your whole body still vibrating from the purr of the engine. 

“Whoa,” you swayed.

“First time?”  

You nodded.

“I’m honored to have been your first ride,” he smirked, making you blush at the implied meaning.

That bike wasn’t the only thing you wanted to ride…  He grabbed the jack from inside, while you looked around.

“Got it,” he said, suddenly standing behind you, his body head radiating onto your back, breath fanning against your ear. 

You visibly shivered, causing him to chuckle.

“Let’s go, princess.”  

You climbed back on the bike, more aware of his body between your legs than before. He rode back to your car and jacked it up, using the tools he’d brought he took off the old tire and put on the new one. He eased your car back to the ground.

“Good as new,” he beamed, “I’ll follow you home just to be sure that it’s all safe.”

“Thank you, Jungkook. You’re amazing,” you gushed.

He blushed and nodded, crawling back onto his bike and following you to your house. He got off the bike and walked up to you.

“Check your tire pressure in a couple days but other than that it seemed to drive fine.”  

“Okay. Do you want a drink or something?” you gestured to your house. “You really saved me today and I just want to repay you.”

“Sure,“ he smiled.

You led him inside, giving him some iced tea.

“Hungry?” you offered him a plate of cookies your mom had left out when she’d gone to night shift. 

“Thanks,” he smiled, taking one and biting in. 

He closed his eyes and let out a low moan that melted your insides. You pressed your thighs together.

“This cookie is orgasmic.” Jungkook told you, and you just giggled nervously.

“Oh, I forgot to give you the grand tour,” you grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the kitchen. 

You let go as soon as you realized what you’d done and showed him the downstairs before heading up the stairs.

“Last but not least, where I sleep,” you said, sitting on the bed.

“Nice.”  

“You’re the first guy that’s been up here,” you admitted.

“Oh, another honor of being your first,” he winked.

You covered your face, laughing.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” 

“But didn’t you, Y/N?” the corner of his lip tugged upwards as he stalked towards you, almost like a predator closing in on its’ prey.

Your throat went dry as he placed his hand on your knee, leaning closer.

“Y/N?” your mom called up the stairs, “honey whose motorcycle is outside?”

Jungkook froze, your eyes popped open wide.

“She’s supposed to be at work.”  

“I’m not supposed to be here, am I?” 

You shook your head.

“Shit,” he mumbled, glancing at the window.  

“Don’t go. I have a plan. Come on.” 

You led him downstairs and stopped in front of your mom.

“Y/N, what-” she stopped and stared at Jungkook,  “Who are you? Why is he here? What were you doing up there?” she accused.

“Jungkook helped me change my flat tire and I didn’t have any cash on me but I wanted to repay him so he followed me here so I could get into my savings jar.” 

Jungkook nodded, furthering your story by pulling out a stack of one dollar bills from his pocket.

“Oh, well thank you… Jungkook…” your mom smiled wearily.

“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Y/L/N.”  

“Would you like to stay for dinner? As a thank you? I got off work early and I was going to make steak,” she offered.

“I’d like that,” Jungkook smiled. “At home it’d be me and a frozen dinner.”

“A growing boy needs a home cooked meal,” she clapped, “if you go back into your room, leave the door open Y/N.”

Your whole face felt hot  and you just nodded, dragging Jungkook up the stairs.

“I’m so sorry,” you groaned.

“Don’t be, she’s sweet.”  

“If you say so,” you mumbled.

You and Jungkook hung out in your room, talking and laughing and getting to know each other better. He told you how he became interested in tattoos, even learning how to tattoo someone himself, though he hadn’t had time to do it professionally with school. Tou told him that you’d never done anything half as exciting as that. The both of you kept moving closer unconsciously, until you were sitting cross legged on your bed, knees touching. You bit your bottom lip nervously. Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut.

“Y/N, it’s taking every bit of self control I’ve got not to attack you right now, please don’t make this any harder than it already is,” he groaned.

“Attack me?” you asked.

Jungkook lowered his voice, giving you a dangerous look. 

“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, do you? From the moment you touched me at the bridge, I’ve wanted you. Even before that. You’re so kind to me, so pure and sweet. But I see the way you look at me. The way you want me. Then you bring me to your bed and you tease me, but I can’t have you. Your mom is downstairs. If she weren’t here right now, I’d have you screaming my name, begging me for more, I’d fuck you so good you’d be limping for days,” he growled, voice barely audible.

You sucked in a breath, using every ounce of willpower you possessed not to jump on him.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you babygirl?” he purred. “You want my hands all over you, my tongue-”

“Y/N! Jungkook! Dinner,” your mom called.

Your face was hot from Jungkook’s dirty words, and he had to adjust himself before going downstairs. 

“I’m starved,” he smirked, “but I really just want dessert,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling it before walking away. 

You nearly fainted, but you followed him down to the kitchen.  You sat next to him at the table.

“Wow Mrs. Y/L/N, this looks amazing,” Jungkook smiled innocently. 

You  pressed your legs together desperate for any kind of relief. Jungkook smiled, placing a hand on your bare thigh under the table. Your eyes widened, and you looked at him. He just smiled politely, eyes focused ahead on what your mother was saying. Your dad came in and introduced himself. Your parents made idle conversation, they asked questions, but you could barely pay attention with Jungkook’s fingers dancing on your skin, so close to where you wanted him, but not close enough. As you were explaining the events of the day to your father, Jungkook’s fingers found their way past the hem of your shorts. You choked on your water.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook feigned concern.

“I’m fine. Wrong pipe,” you coughed, gripping his knee as a warning, pushing your legs together. 

He easily spread them apart again, because, did you really want him to stop? His fingers slithered past your underwear, teasing your slit. 

“This steak is so moist,” Jungkook grinned.

“Thank you, Jungkook,” your mom smiled.

You rolled your eyes, until he slipped one finger inside you. You bit down on your lip to avoid moaning. Jungkook didn’t even glance your way as he added another, pumping in and out of your heat seamlessly. His arm was barely moving. His thumb  rubbed circles around your clit, and you jumped a little. You dug your nails into his leg as his skilled fingers started moving faster, curling and hitting all the best places, making the electricity in your core build fast. You whimpered quietly as he shifted the angle, hitting your G-spot again.

“Are you okay, honey?” your dad asked.

“Yea-yeah. I just… ohhh.. My head hurts,” you moaned out.

“Do you need to be excused?” your dad asked.

“No…” you choked out breathlessly, “I’m okay.” 

“Okay,” he gave you a concerned look and started asking your mother about her day.

Jungkook leaned over and whispered hotly in your ear.

“Such a naughty girl, you don’t want to get caught do you? But it feels so good, doesn’t it? My fingers deep in your soaking pussy.  You act so innocent, I knew you’d be a dirty girl for me.” he purred quietly, so only you could hear. 

“Jungkook,” you gasped quietly, warning him that your orgasm was quickly approaching.

“Let it go baby, but be quiet.” 

He smirked, quickening the pace of his fingers. You covered your head with your arms, biting down on one to stifle the loud moan that left your lips as you rode out your high on Jungkook’ fingers, shaking from the explosion deep inside your core.

“Y/N?” your mom questioned.

“I think it’s a stress headache,” you croaked out. “Maybe I should go lay down. I’ll walk Jungkook out.”

“Okay honey, feel better. Nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

“Pleasure was mine.”  

“Come again soon,” she told him and he just smirked at you.

“I will.” 

Once you got outside, you hit his arm. 

“You’re such an asshole!” you hissed.

“You loved it.,” he laughed. 

You tugged on his shirt and he stepped closer to you.

“There’s more where that came from baby girl. I’m gonna show you how good I can make you feel,” he growled  “if your parents weren’t watching us from the window, I’d kiss you.”

“Now you’re scared?” you scoffed.

His eyes darkened and he pulled you against him roughly, kissing you hard and fast, making you dizzy. His tongue battled yours and his hands gripped your sides, grinding you into him. It was like a grenade had exploded in your mind, almost as good as the orgasm. He pulled away and licked his lips suggestively.

“I’m not afraid of anything, baby,” he winked, jumping on his bike and riding away.

Over the course of the next few weeks, all you could think about was Jungkook. Jungkook’s lips on yours, his fingers, daydreaming about other areas of his anatomy… All you wanted to do was to see how he could keep his word but he had other ideas. He loved to rile you up, then leave you wanting more, saying “it will be worth the wait baby.” Jungkook would sneak up behind you in the hallway, covering your eyes, whispering in your ear with that husky voice “guess who?”  and you like to tease him too.

“Tae?” You pretend- guessed.

Jungkook spun you around in a flash, pinning you against your locker, capturing your lips in a hot, jealous kiss.

“Does Tae kiss you like that?” Jungkook growled. 

“Well now that you mention it…” 

“Oh you’re so in for it,” his fingers dug into your side and you let out a shriek as he tickled you. 

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” You screamed, laughing. 

“That’s right baby, scream my name. Just how I like it, ” he joked, pulling you into a seemingly innocent hug, if it weren’t for his hot breath murmuring dirty things in your ear. 

You went weak against him and he pressed his hard on into your hips, to help keep you up and also to tease you. You whimpered like an injured puppy, grinding against him, but he pulled away. 

“Mmm… so hot for me baby,” he cooed, “maybe if you behaved and didn’t tease me, I wouldn’t have to tease you.“

“I’ll stop I swear,” You promised. 

He grabbed your ass, pulling you in for a fast kiss. The warning bell rang and he took your hand innocently, walking you to class. This hot and cold had shivers running down your spine. He kissed your forehead and went to his own class. 

Later, as you cuddled in his bed, you finally broke. 

“Babe, you’ve been teasing me for weeks. I want you,” you whined. 

“Okay.” 

“Really? Okay?” you gasped. 

“Yeah, but I want you to beg for it. Beg for me,” he smirked, “tell me how badly you need my big, thick cock in your little wet pussy. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” 

His eyes were dark and dangerous and you were already dripping as you sat up on your knees, looking up at him. 

“Jungkook, please,” you begged, too desperate to be embarrassed, “Please I need you inside me right now. I need to feel your hands on me. I can’t stop thinking about how good your fingers felt inside me. You’re all I think about, I’m going insane. Fuck, please.”  

“Mmm.. that’s it baby girl. You want me to make you feel good?” he purred. 

“Yes, please. Fuck Jungkook, I’m literally begging you. I’ll do anything,” you whimpered. 

“Anything?” 

“Literally anything. I need you that badly.” 

“Strip,” He instructed, standing up and walking over to his closet and pulling something out. 

You did as told without hesitation. Some might call you whipped, but it was more like sexual desperation. You’d been allowed to have a sample, but you needed the real thing. You’d been teased and provoked for weeks, and you were ready to burst. 

“Lay back, baby,” He said softly, and you did.

He pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, smirking at you.

“Are you ready?”  

Your eyes went wide and you nodded, moving your hands up to the headboard so he could cuff them. 

“Now, this is going to be different, but I want you to stop thinking so much and just feel what I’m doing to you. Can you do that?”  

“Yes,” you breathed out in excitement . 

He pulled out a large bandana, covering your eyes with it and securing it around your head.  You couldn’t even see any light filtering in through the fabric, it was just darkness. You heard Jungkook’ belt buckle and assumed he was undressing. You felt his body hovering over yours. 

“Mmm… you look so fucking good all tied up and ready for me. I’m going to make you feel so amazing baby girl,” he licked a stripe from the sensitive space below your ear down to your collarbone, nibbling gently. 

You felt something soft tickle your breasts, causing your nipples to perk up. The strange soft object was ghosted across your alert nipples and you bit your lip and shivered. 

“Do you trust me to take care of you?”  

You didn’t skip a beat, “yes.” 

“Good girl.”  

Everywhere the soft tickling sensation went, Jungkook lips followed close behind. He sucked on your breasts, teeth gently tugging on your erect nipples. You groaned quietly. His wet mouth on your sensitive skin was almost too much. He licked a bold line across them, blowing cold air on the wet skin, and you shook in anticipation.  Jungkook treated your body like a temple, worshipping every inch of your skin, telling you how flawless you were, how much he craved you. His mouth slowly, tantalizingly slowly, worked its way down your body, leaving little love bites, kissing and licking and teasing. You felt the soft tickle on your heat, so ready for his mouth to follow, but it didn’t. He teased your slit with the soft touches and kissed your mouth tenderly. 

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look, all open and ready for me. You’re a fucking goddess, y/n. I bet you taste so good, so sweet,” he told you, nibbling on your bottom lip. 

Your mouth fell open in awe at how his words affected you, how even a simple kiss had you writhing, how not being able to see made everything so much more intense, or maybe it was just Jungkook. Jungkook’s mouth left yours, and you missed his body heat pressed against yours until you felt him press soft kisses at your entrance. Finally, he was where you needed him. His tongue darted out unexpectedly, licking and swirling against your sensitive clit. You moaned quietly. His fingers snaked their way into your dripping core, curling just right, just like they had that night at dinner, only better. 

You arched your back off the bed, trying to handle your fingers in his hair, but your movements were halted by the cuffs. Jungkook fingered you quickly, pumping in and out hard and fast, but his tongue danced slowly on your little nub, the different tempos making your head spin. You were already close, his magic fingers working inside you, his delicious tongue bringing you so close to the edge. Your high crashed over you and your breath hitched, you couldn’t even make sound, just sucked in your breath as the most amazing feeling washed over you. 

Jungkook continued working on your pussy until he knew your high had come back down. Your breathing was labored and he grinned, loving what he could do to you. You felt completely spent, and you thought that was the end of it, until you heard a foil wrapper being opened. You weren’t sure if you could handle anything else with how sensitive your clit felt, but you sure as hell weren’t going to pass up this opportunity. Jungkook lined himself up at your sensitive, dripping entrance. He reached up and took off your blindfold, and the first thing you saw was his gorgeous face smiling down at you, meeting your eyes. 

“I wanted to be able to see your eyes for this part.” He told you, leaning down to kiss you gently, slowly sliding inside of you. 

You gasped, feeling over sensitive and wanting more at the same time. Jungkook moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, then he started going faster. The faster Jungkook snapped his hips, the louder you moaned, Jungkook encouraging you obviously. 

“That’s it baby, let it out, I want the neighbors to know who’s making you feel this good.”  

“Fuck, Jungkook, oh…” you nearly screamed “faster please please please.” 

Jungkook pumped in and out of you faster, rougher, causing the headboard to smack against the wall with a loud thud each time. Your whole body rocked along with the force of his thrusts, and you thought you might actually faint. You were flying, soaring, floating, you couldn’t describe it. You were in another world with Jungkook deep inside you, filling an empty space inside you that you didn’t even know existed. It was like you were incomplete until this moment, and Jungkook became a part of you, closing the gap. Your high was coming again, even more intense than the last. You could barely breathe, you couldn’t even get his name out of your mouth to warn him, you couldn’t do anything but feel the ridiculous ecstasy, bliss, delicious feeling that swallowed you whole. 

You screamed out, the most intense orgasm of your life surrounding you in immeasurable pleasure. Jungkook came soon after, and slowed his pace after riding out your highs together. He collapsed next to you, breathing as ragged as your own. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak for a moment. You glanced over at him, looking like a snack- no, a five course meal- skin shimmering with sweat. He was perfection and you couldn’t believe he was really here, that you’d really just had sex with him. But it had been more than sex, it was hot and sensual and overwhelming and erotic but it was also two souls intertwining, like coming home after being gone for so long. It was like you belonged there with Jungkook, and you were finally where you were meant to be.  

“Jungkook?” You asked breathlessly.

“Hmm?” He looked at you, worn and sleepy. 

“You’re fucking amazing.”  

“Fucked you that good?” he laughed. 

“Gosh yes, but like… all of you. You’re an amazing person. I’m really glad I met you.”  

He gathered you up in his arms, kissing the top of your head and holding you close. 

“I’m glad I met you too, y/n. You’re incredible,” he cooed. 

You didn’t even try to get up for hours, you knew your legs wouldn’t work after the pounding you’d just had, but you didn’t want to move anyway. The only place you wanted to be was wrapped up in Jungkook’ arms, where you were safe and cherished and not afraid of anything. 

[sylvie-writes]

Pumpkin Spice

Summary: Chris takes you and his niece and nephews to the pumpkin patch and you have a little surprise for him...

Disclaimer: Sorry this one was short! Most of the time the other stories won’t be like this. ♡

Warnings: FLOOF. Hubby Chris who is too cute. 

Part of my FALL WRITING

As always, plz pardon any mistakes, the stories are always proofread but I tend to make many mistakes regardless.

“C’mon Auntie (y/n)!”

Stella gently tugged your arm, then running off, you following her through the many vines of the pumpkin patch. 

“Oh Stella. Please. Be. Careful.”

The little girl kept running, obviously having already found a pumpkin. Every time she ran over a vine, you stopped talking, watching in horror, as she practically danced around the knotted greens that she was oblivious to.

Finally, many treacherous and worrisome minutes later, Stella stopped at the most disproportionate pumpkin you’ve ever seen in your life. It wasn’t even round, more like a… triangle???

Stella was so proud of it though, so you just smiled proudly at her, crouching down to scoop her and the pumpkin up, planting a kiss on her cheek as she smiled brightly. 

Across the field, you could hear Chris’s laughter as he and his nephews watched your mini freak out with glee like it was some type of entertainment. Sharply, you turned your head and glared at Chris.

“Watch it, Mister. This is not funny.”

The jovial man crossed the field, the boys dashing over to their sister, who proudly presented her “pumpkin” to them. 

While the kids talked, you soon noticed a mini petting farm, one the kids would definitely love.

“Hey kiddos, look!”

Excitedly, you pointed to the ponies, rabbits, and chickens to which the three of them all ran, you and Chris jogging to them, mindful of the globs of people nearby. So far Chris’s disguise that consisted of a cap and sunglasses had worked. This morning the two of you even made a bet on it.

“Christopher. That. Is. Not. Gonna. Work.”

 Even though you were fixing your makeup in the bathroom mirror, you could still imagine the man’s smirk.

Chris waited until you finished your eyeliner, to swoop in and grab you by the waist, your back to his chest as you stared at his goofy disguise through the mirror.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Well, if no one recognizes me by the time we find a pumpkin… you owe me a pumpkin spice latte.”

You giggle at the man’s silly request before turning to face him, bopping his nose quickly.

“And if I win, you give me a foot massage.”

Another smirk, and then a kiss.

“Deal.”

When you had caught up to the kids, they happily pet the ponies who enjoyed the loving touches from the mini humans, while Chris goofily whispered a “warning” in your ear.

“Guess what you owe me!”

In mock anger, you slapped away his grabby hands before walking away to buy a pumpkin spice for the man. 

Yeah, you married a total dork, but you loved him and his dorkiness anyway.

Five minutes later, you returned, a hot latte in your freezing hand, discovering that the kids had now moved on to feed the rabbits.

“Oh my gosh, it’s Captain America, can I get a picture!”

With your best imitation voice, you tried to spook Chris just a bit, which actually worked for he flew around to instead find you, cheekily grinning.

“Damn, you're a mean wife, ya know that?”

“Ohhh, just drink your coffee, you big sissy.”

A few sips later, Chris finally gave in to your faux shivering.

“Here, since I’m a kind husband, you can share this with me.”

Like a child getting out of timeout, you smiled widely before sipping the liquid warmer. 

“Hehe, does this mean I can be an actress?”

He just shook his head, kissing your temple.

“Nope. You’re too sweet for that.”

At that, your cheeks warmed up just a bit, and not due to the coffee.

Delighted, you watched the kids having a great time, running around with each other in the hay, not even realizing a smile was growing onto your face at their enjoyment. Just as you were watching the kids, your husband watched you in bliss. 

“One day, you are gonna make a great mother, (y/n).”

Chris pulled you close, his jacket now draped over your shoulders as you snuggled into his side, continuing your gazing. Not even looking at him, you continued to smile and speak softly, so only the man beside you could hear.

“Well...we will find out very soon.”

Not comprehending your words, Chris just nodded his head smiling, suddenly stopping and throwing his face your way. 

“Wait. Say that again?”

“Yes, Christopher we are gonna be parents.”

The man then left your embrace, turning to peek down at your oversized sweater as if he’d see something different about you.

“There’s a little Evans in there?” 

You laughed at his child-like curiosity, sometimes it was like being married to a man child.

“No it's a dog…” Chris just stared at you not amused, allowing you to finish. “yes, it's a baby Evans.”

“Thank you for the answer, Mrs. Smaht Alec.”

Giddily, you put your cold hands on his face, the man slightly grimacing, laughing at your own goofy antics, then leaning in to capture your lips in a warming kiss.

“EWWWWW.”

The three kids hid behind the ponies face, trying to barricade themselves from their aunt and uncle’s gestures of affection. 

“Yeah, ewww Christopher.”

He just cackled before attacking you by tickling your sides, stopping when you pressed your lips against his.

“Ok, I’ll still give you that foot massage later, (y/n).” 

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[crystalwillow]

Exiled Problems - Chapter Three

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Casey Valentine

Features: Bryce Lahela (introduced in Ch.5)

Word Count: 2.1K

Warning: This AU features themes of; Angst, Swearing, Alcohol Use, Violence, NSFW Material (Mature Themes, 18+)

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About a half a month later the day of Casey and Ethan’s next date had arrived. Thanks to Naveen’s observational skills, he was able to shuffle Ethan’s work schedule so they didn’t have to wait as long. As he sat in his office on his break, Ethan’s phone screen lit up with a text notification. A smile broke out on his face when he saw it was Casey.

As soon as Ethan put his phone down, he clipped the lid back on his lunchbox and discarded it to the side, along with his paperwork. He then set about disconnecting his computer and setting it aside, the only thing left on his desk was his phone. The few minutes that passed felt like agonising hours before his phone pinged again.

A short while later a knock sounded at Ethan’s office door, opening it to find Casey he stuck his head out scanning the hallway before pulling her inside and closing the door behind her, blindly locking it as he pressed her against it, his lips hungrily meeting hers.

“Oh!” she yelped with surprise as she loosened his tie whilst he shrugged off his white coat.

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me, Miss Valentine.” he growls in her ear lowly, pressing his hips to her leg as he unbuttons his shirt.

Casey gasps before smirking, hands cupping the back of his neck. “I think you just gave me an idea.” She whispers.

“Mmmm.” he groans, undoing his belt and throwing his pants to the pile of clothes on the floor. His hungry eyes looking for the zip of Casey’s skirt. Mischief glowly in her eyes, she places his hand on the zip at the back and he smirks as he unfastens it. Their lips meeting hungrily once more.

Soon their clothes, save for their underwear, were strewn across the room and Ethan lay back flat on his desk as Casey sucks at his chest, grinding against his enlarged bulge. Grunting pleasurably Ethan planted firm hands on Casey’s hips, stopping her action. Casey looked up to him with question eyes.

“I want to finish inside you.” He whispers into her ear, his heated breath tickling the shell as he unclasped her bra, flinging it to the opposite side of the room. A surprised gasp followed by a giggle elicits from Casey’s mouth as her sensitive buds harden in the cooled air of Ethan’s office.

“Sorry. Thought we may need the AC on… full blast.” he says with chagrin as he switches their positions.

“Is that so.”

“Mmh.” he hums lowly in response as he kisses across the valley of her breasts, slowly and painfully making his way to her buds that are crackling with electricity. Begging to be touched.

“Fuck, Ethan.”

“Casey.” he pants between kisses.

“I can’t wait anymore. I… I need your tou- ohhh!” she gasps, a smile spreading on her face as his fingers push the fabric of her panties aside and start gently rubbing at the ache between her thighs as his tongue simultaneously flicks over one of her buds. “mmmm.” She hums as she bites her lip, fingers tangling into Ethan’s auburn locks.

It isn’t too long before Ethan’s standing upright, back against the door as small moans leave his lips, head lulled back as ecstasy takes over from Casey’s tongue swirling around his tip. “Ohhhh fuuuuck.” He gasps with a slight chuckle as Casey deepthroats him suddenly. As she pulls away she gasps for air, giggling as Ethan pulls her to her feet.

“Are you ready?” He asks

“Yeah.” She replies with a lustful smile.

“Are you sure?” He asks again, kissing under her earlobe

“Mhm.” She hums.

He spanks her ass with a hungry growl, and she yelps as he lifts her and gently lays her down on the desk, opening his top drawer and taking out a condom. He rips it open, slipping it on in no time then positions himself at Casey’s entrance.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

She nods eagerly, gasping as he pushes in. “Oh!” she looks at him biting her lip.

“Is that okay?”

She nods again, gripping the sides of the desk as he starts to move. “Oh fuck.” she says with a choked moan as Ethan pulls her closer.

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“Oh, Ethaaaaaaannnnn.” Casey moans as he picks up his speed, grunting in her ear as she leans forward, kissing his neck.

“Yes! Right there.. o-ohhhhhh. Yeessss.” She moans with a throaty chuckle as she reaches her climax

“Casey! Yes!” He moans, throwing his head back as he releases into the condom inside her, riding out their highs before stopping as they look into each other's eyes, giggling and sharing kisses. Their bodies sticky and slick with sweat.

They stay still for a few minutes, basking in their afterglow. Muttering sweet nothings to each other as if they’ve been together for years. Soon the silence is broken by the sound of Casey’s ringtone and she sighs climbing off Ethan to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Is this Miss Valentine?”

“Speaking.”

“Hi, this is Elle at the dry cleaners. I would just like to inform you that your dress is ready for collection.”

“Perfect. Thank you. See you soon.”

“No problem. See you soon.”

“Bye!”

“Goodbye.”

Casey hangs up just as Ethan comes over and kisses under her earlobe. “Who was that?” he whispers, gently biting her earlobe.

“The dry cleaners. My dress I’m wearing tonight is ready for collecting.”

“Does that mean you have to leave?” he asks, the undertone of his voice sounding disappointed.

“I’m afraid so.” She replies, turning to face him. Their lips meeting in a sweeter kiss.

“Shame.”

“What is?”

“I wanted round two.”

Casey throws her head back laughing richly, “we have tonight, do we not?”

A smirk grows on Ethan’s lips. “Told you so.”

“What?” She asks in sheer confusion.

“That I’d leave you wanting more.”

Casey bites her lip as she trails a hand down his bare chest. “Are you implying that I haven’t left you wanting more? Dr Ramsey?”

“You’ve left me wanting plenty more. Miss Valentine.”

“Then I should head off and get ready for tonight.”

“And I should get back to work.” He looks at the clock, “I’ve slacked off and had my fun for now. Longer than usual, may I add.” He smirks as he buckles his belt and pulls on his shirt.

“How much longer?” Casey asks

“An hour.”

“How long do you usually allow yourself?”

“An hour.”

Casey’s eyes widen. “Were we?!”

“For two hours? Yeah.” He grins as he grabs his tie. “Pretty amazing right?”

“Amazing is an understatement.”

“Huh.” He smiles, turning to the mirror and sorting his tie, then ruffling his hair.

“Here.” Casey smiles, offering her hairbrush.

“Oh. Thank you.” He says accepting it before brushing his hair back into place as Casey tries to fasten her skirt zipper.

Seeing her struggle, Ethan reaches out and fastens it for her with a smile. “Thanks.” She smiles back, accepting her hairbrush back and pointing to the mirror. “Do you mind if I…”

“No! Not at all. Go ahead.”

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Later as Ethan leaves his office, he catches sight of Naveen approaching and sighs.

“My Gosh, dear boy. It appears the rumours are true. You do have a glow about you.”

“A glow?” Ethan asks, heading towards the elevator.

“Yes. A glow.” Naveen replies, wiggling his eyebrows.

Ethan sighs as they step into the elevator when Naveen whirls on him.

“So it’s true. You called her into work today and were indisposed for roughly two hours?”

“Does it matter? I’ve completed all I needed to today.”

“No. It doesn’t matter at all. I’m just simply curious.”

“Yes. It’s true, okay.”

Naveen chuckled as they stepped out the elevator parting ways, leaving Ethan to shake his head and roll his eyes as he headed out to get ready for his date.

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As Ethan put the finishing touches to his look for the evening his phone pings on the nightstand.

An hour later, Casey is waiting out the front of her house as Ethan pulls up, jumping out and walking round and gently pecking her cheek under the scrutinised eye of her parents.

“Good Evening, Casey.” He greets with a smile.

She nods in response, “Ethan.”

He looks at her sith confusion but it’s gone as quick as it came as he turns to her parents. “Good Evening. Mr and Mrs Valentine.”

“Dr Ramsey.” Casey’s father says sternly. “You make one advancement on my daughter tonight and I’ll have your job.”

“Dad!” Casey exclaimed, blushing furiously. “Ethan, I am so-”

She stops mid apology as Ethan holds up a hand. “It’s okay. You needn’t apologise for another's words or actions.”

“But he has no right to speak to you that way.”

“He knows.” Ethan nods, his intense glare never leaving Casey’s father’s. The air crackling with hostility. “Believe me, he knows.”

Ethan turns to Mrs Valentine in hopes of a warmer reception but it’s just as cold.

“Well. I see.” Ethan says, turning to Casey. “We should be on our way. The reservation is for 9pm, the restaurant hates when people are late.” He smiles at her, holding open the passenger side door.

“Thank you.” Casey smiles and slips inside, fastening her seatbelt. Ethan walks around to the driver’s door ignoring the daggers that are being glared at his back.

As they drive away from Casey’s house and towards the restaurant, Ethan turns to her as they sit at a stop light. “You look beautiful tonight.” He smiles.

She smiles back, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Thanks.” she sighs, fiddling with the hem of her dress.

“Are you alright?” He asks, taking her hand in his as they pull away from the stop light.

“I’m fine. Or… at least I will be.” she says reassuringly.

Ethan sighs as he carries on driving, seeing a part of how broken she must be under her calm and confident exterior.

As they pulled up to the restaurant, Ethan gave his keys to the valet as he took Casey’s hand in his own, walking her inside.

“Are you okay?” Ethan murmured under his breath in Casey’s ear. She gave a subtle nod in reply.

“I- I’ll be fine.” She whispers, as they briskly approach the doors, a few cameras flashing at them.

Inside it takes Casey a while to relax, a pensive look on face throughout the whole starter. Concerned, Ethan takes Casey’s hand over the table, rubbing soothing circles around her knuckles and shooting her an even more soothing smile.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks, tilting his head inquisitively.

“Hmm?” she hummed, shaking her head as she came back from daydreaming.

“What’s in your mind?” Ethan repeats, kind smile still on his face as he continues to rub circles round her knuckles.

“It’s…” she sighs, “it’s nothing.”

A silence hangs between them before Casey let’s out another sigh. “It’s my parents.”

“What have they done?”

“Banned me from seeing you after tonight.”

“What? But you’re an adult. We both are.”

Casey shakes her head with a sad smile. “That doesn’t matter.” she tells him, shaking her head. “I’m destined to be married to someone else. I can’t be seen…”

“With me.” Ethan nods, dropping her hand.

“No, I didn’t mean-”

“I know.” Ethan says, cutting her off. “Just. Let’s finish tonight yeah?”

“I… okay.” She nods, voices breaking.

After dinner was over Ethan and Casey split the check, Ethan drove her home and they parted with a simple “Goodnight.” as Casey walked inside and Ethan drove himself home. Heart aching from the sudden turn of events the night took.

Upon entering his penthouse apartment, Ethan tugged at his tie, throwing it to the floor as he made his way to the kitchen, pouring himself a large glass of scotch. After a couple of glasses he stumbled to bed, messily getting out of his clothes, collapsing on his bed backwards with a sigh.

“This is why you don’t date, Ethan.” he mutters to himself. “Because it sucks to get your heart broken.”

The next afternoon as he awoke to his phone pinging, he picked it up, a news article notification glaring at him from his screen and truly crushing his heart.

“Engagement Of The Century: Casey Valentine and Bryce Lahela, Where Will The Celebrations Be Held?”

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[melyaliz]

Past loves and future babies pt. 1

Fandom: Marvel / MCU 

Summary: Takes place after the Endgame. After realizing Peggy has moved on Steve comes back to the present to take on his biggest mission ever. 

Have a baby to save the world. 

Pairing: Steve x OC

Notes: So Tony survives but loses one of his arms and has a prosthetic (Why? Because I want him and why not)  

Also, I normally try and make my Reaer/Ocs more basic but I wanted this one to have a VERY specific personality and backstory so Reader felt like to didn’t fit the story. 

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His future love. 

It all started with a door. An opening to an idea. A name written on a plaque. An idea etched in a golden plaque. 

Margaret Carter. 

He could go back. He could change his fate. He could be happy. 

He could rest. 

But there had been one thing he hadn’t counted on. (Bucky had always warned him that he was too brash. Always running ran into everything head first.)  One variable he hadn’t added to the equation. 

She would fall in love with someone else. 

She would move on. 

But as he stood there in front of her small house laughing in the arms of another man he knew. The way he looked at her his dark brown eyes so bright as she smiled up at him. Had he looked at her that way? 

Had she looked at him? 

Did it even matter? 

All he really knew was the reality of it all. The truth. He knew he couldn’t go back. 

He needed to let her go. 

Let her be happy. 

Even if that meant he never could. 

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“I sear to all the gods above Dixie.”

“What? You didn’t like that?” 

“Let me think… you cutting all the wires before I could finish the transfer while also tripping the alarm which now has you stuck on the top floor of a… million story building… no, I’m not loving this.”

The slender brunette woman paused as she caught herself in the reflection of one of the large glass walls to a meeting room. Pausing she took a moment to check herself out. These new pants made her butt look amazing. This vigilante thing was putting her in the best shape of her life. 

“Aww I believe in your skills Mac.”

“Are you checking yourself out?” 

“What can I say? These metallic leggings are the bomb.” 

“Jesus woman focus!” 

Dixie’s cockatiel attention span was interrupted by the sound of yelling and footsteps getting closer. “Uhhh, Mac.”

“Ok. uhhh down the hall to the left there’s an office, John Mcfly.”

“Oh dear god tell me he has a son named Marty.”

“Dixie…” 

“Ok, ok” her Adidas sneakers slipped slightly on the gray carpet as she caught sight of the plaque. 

John Mcfly CFO.

“Ohhh fancy Mcfly.” slipping into the office Dixie took a moment to catch her breath before looking around. “Mac?” The sound of the guard’s footsteps were getting louder and louder. 

“Jump.”

The young woman’s eyes looked up at the large glass window that overlooked the city. Was he serious? Yeah, Mac would never joke about her safety. He was her brother and as much as they teased each other it had always been them. Just the two of them looking out for each other. 

Dixie would and had on many occasions, put her life in her brother’s hands. 

So taking a deep breath Dixie bit her lip balling her hands into fists “You’ll catch me right?” 

“Of course” 

“Good because I hate heights!” 

Also glass, Dixie hated glass. Shielding her face she prayed her new leggings wouldn’t get ruined. It was hard to make this white girl’s ass look that good. Looking up as she plummeted down the 50 floors she saw one of her brother’s drones flying next to her. Grabbing it she let out a squeak as it dipped with her weight her stomach dropping much lower than her body did. Shouldn’t have had that doughnut this morning. 

While the drone steadied itself Dixie wasn’t able to get her heart back to a normal rate until her feet were firmly planted on the ground. Finding her motorcycle where she had left it she quickly took off toward their meeting place several blocks away. 

“Dixie!” Mac took a step out from the dark ally throwing the last of his equipment into the white van ready to leave. Ready to ditch this city now that their work was done. Move on to the next job. The next mission.

“Dixie”

The siblings paused looking at each other confused when they heard it again. “Dixie North.” a blue light slowly started to glow in the alleyway as a shape appeared. 

Dr Strange stood in front of them in all his red flowing cape glory. 

Both siblings froze.

“Is that…” 

“Holy shit…” 

“My name is Dr. Steven Strange. Master of Time. I have come to deliver a message to you Dixie North”

Next to her  Mac stiffed his hand going toward the large band around his wrist. Ready to attack if this guy tried anything toward his sister. Not that Dixie thought much would happen if he did. This was one of the great avengers. But hell, they would go down fighting, 

Like they always did. 

“Things have happened to disrupt our timeline. The delicate balance has been fractured so certain events must now happen much sooner.”  the tall man explained taking a slow breath before continuing, “You must have your child sooner to keep the universe in balance.” 

Shock.

That was all that came across her. “I’m sorry, my what now?” 

“You’re child, you and Steve Rogers need to have your child now.” 

“Is there something you’re not telling me?” Mac mumbled glancing at his sister who looked just -if not more- shocked than he was. Her face pail, feeling slightly… sick, confused, unsure. Many things really. 

“I’m sorry I need to…”  

“You and Steve Rogers are designed to have a savior but… somehow time has been tampered with and this child must be born sooner.” 

“You mean Dix and Captain America…” Mac’s voice slowly faded behind his sister. Everyone knew Steve Rogers the man who had saved them from Thanos. The man who had probably been the leader to bring back half of all living creatures only a few months ago. 

Well, shit shit shittery shit. 

This wasn’t going to be awkward at all. 

“Go to the Avengers, I have already told them.” Strange said nodding, “The fate of the universe is hanging on your shoulders.” then he disappeared in a cloud of green smoke. 

Both of the North siblings stood there unsure how to process this information. 

“Ok Sara Conners,” Mac said finally breaking the awkward silence. As always, just knowing what to say in situations like this to make his sister feel better. 

“Ok but wait,” Dixie said turning to her brother holding her finger up for him to wait a moment, “that dude was from further… if we go by terminator rules than I would be fucking him.”

“Maybe we should go back and asked Mcfly to verify?.” Mac smiled already seeing his sister relaxing. How else can you combat a stressful situation but with comedy?  

“Oh my gosh, I was thinking the same thing” Dixie giggled wagging her fingers at her brother who mimicked her action. She already was starting to feel better. After all, matter what happened at least she had Mac at her side. 

Like always.

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“I can’t go with you.”

“What!?! Why the hell not?!” Dixie let out a high pitched whine that would have dogs for miles barking as she sat on her bright blue suitcase. One of many… after all she WAS about to meet her future baby daddy and who knew what kind of outfit that would require. 

“Because Tony invited you and not me.”

Dixie stuck out her tongue in pure annoyance. “He can shove his invite up his…”

“I’m about 70% sure he can still hear you,” Mac mumbled nodding toward the flying drone that had come to send them - well Dixie - an invite to come to join the avengers. He had floated there on a hologram, like Princess Leia.

“Dixie you’re our only hope.” 

Ok, he didn’t actually say that but… it would have been cooler if he had. Missed opportunity. Honestly, Dixie felt like there was going to be a lot of these going forward. Good thing she was here to help provide all their Scifi references for them

This whole thing already felt like a drag. 

“Promise I’ll only be a phone call away.” Mac mumbled, “And fuck the future. If this get’s to be too much just let me know and we can run away to Mexico.”

“Only if you promise we can go back to the beach after the Latveria embassy heist.”

“I promise,” he said holding up his pinky for her to take.  

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“Children change your life,” Tony said lamely (for the first time in his life not knowing what to say) at Steve who stood in the doorway of the large avengers compound waiting for this future to come up. She should be here any moment.  

Dixie North. 

Next to him, Bucky snickered lightly. Of all the Avengers, Bucky had been the only one who had been reserving judgment. He was also the only one who knew about Steve going back to Peggy. About his plan to go back to the life he had wanted. 

Bucky was the only one who knew about Steve coming back heartbroken. 

The black car pulled up the gravel driveway stopping at the door where the Avengers stood waiting for their new roommate. 

The young woman stepped out of the car saying something to the driver who laughed. A large smile on sweet round her face. Cheeks bright from smiling. At least she was happy. Steve mused. He, on the other hand, felt like he was being marched to his death. 

“Well at least she’s cute” Sam mumbled loud enough for Steve to hear. The comment earned Sam a quick elbow to the ribs by Bucky. 

Turning from the car the woman, Dixie paused taking in everyone for a moment giving a slight wave. For a moment Steve thought he saw her shoulder’s tense as she focused on him. But it was gone so quickly he wasn’t sure. 

She must be as nervous as he was. He reminded himself. She was in this just as much as he was. 

Walking toward them she smiled holding her hand out for Steve to shake. As he took it he could help but notice how much smaller it was than his large ones. But even so, she took his strong grip matching his grip with one of her own. Her pretty eye meeting his and he felt his stomach drop as if he was leaping out of an airplane without a parachute. 

“Hey I’m Dixie and I guess I’m your future baby Mama.” 

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enemies-to-lovers!renjun

Request: can i please request an enemies-to-lovers story of nct’s renjun? he doesn’t have much aus :(( thank you!!! 💕💗💞💘💓💓(YES I CAN TOTALLY DO THIS!!!!! YOU ARE THE ONE I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR ILYYYYY, but seriously he gets no love and i’m prepared to give him the entire universe)

others: lucas | yuta | jisung | hendery

this guy is your neighbor, you’ve known him for a couple years but have not actually known him???? you feel me???

like, the two of you are familiar faces to each other and you know his name and his family

but you’ve never really interacted beyond that

one thing is is that you don’t want to

because he always has his friends over and they’re so loud and you’re trying to s t u d y and w o r k and w a t c h y o u t u b e

or he’ll be helping his mom garden and stuff but like he’s so messy?

he throws the dirt into your yard somehow and you have to go and scoop it back to where it belongs

you’re sure at this point he’s messing with you because when you shut your blinds or messily throw the dirt back over

his friends either get louder and louder or you’ll even find some pebbles and plant bits on the path or smushed against something

but the biggest thing of all?

there’s a park nearby the neighborhood that you like to go to and a swing set that you love and it’s your favorite thing

however, there’s only one swing...

and he always takes it

the thing is you think he’s purposely and knowingly taking your favorite spot ever

sometimes you think he’s laughing when you see that he’s taken the swing

and it’s not just because that thing is super fun and it’s always in the shade and just the right height no matter how tall you are

unless you’re like an 87 foot man aka johnny

but you love that thing to bits and not only has this kid taken up your time cleaning up your own house after him, having to relocate multiple times in your house to avoid being in a room that’s closer to his, and having to turn your heel and walk like two blocks once you realize the swing has been taken over

not only that but sometimes he even brings his friends there and there’s no way you can get through like 200 guys all sitting in the shade and hogging the tree swing and area near it

the nerve of him he didn’t even realize that he was there for like four hours because when you came back he was still. there.

the one time you had asked him if he could free up the swing he looked at you like you asked him to launch himself into space and never come back

which is kind of what you wanted him to do when he just looked away and said sorry no can do go somewhere else

so you did and walked home and sulked on your bed because dang you just want to swing man it’s not that hard but like....... you love that thing

it’s so closely attached to your childhood and the shade feels nice and the wind in your hair where you get higher up from the ground......... nothing can beat that

except for this guy u G H

one day he had his friends over again

and normally you’d just wait it out until that storm blows over

but not this time when apparently all of his friends were over for a slumber party and probably celebrating something

and with that celebration they were oh so loud from like 5pm to whatever it was in the forbidden hours of the morning where no sounds should be disturbing your precious sleep

but there you were holding a pillow over your head and using your blankets as the ultimate cocoon around you to try to block out whatever sound possible

but it seemed that everything you did was useless and they got even louder somehow when you covered yourself

you have half a mind to call the cops and stuff but you’re just like nope nope i’ll just go swing my worries away

you know for sure that it’s a safe neighborhood after living there for a long time and plus it’s super late who would be around?

so you go in your pajamas and bring a coat with you just in case and the second you step out of the house you can hear the boys at a greater volume than before

they all sound so joyful and are laughing a lot and you’d be fine with it any other time............ but they’ve messed so badly with your sleep and you’re up to here with it all

you’re about to turn and head for the park until you hear the loud noises of the house get louder and someone inside go

‘hey, let’s go to the park! we can run around more there so my parents don’t get mad’

and you’re like noooo oh no these guys are NOT gonna go there

so you march up to his door and when it swings open you see your neighbor with a bunch of his friends behind him

and renjun looks at you and freezes because oh my he was not expecting you right there at his door his neighbor that he doesn’t even know the name of

but also????

you look kind of................ cute.........

with your messy hair and grouchy face and kinda pouty lip and oh gosh those pajamas are...........

and you realize what he’s looking at and you’re like

aSDGKNFG LEAVE MY FLUFFY DUCK PAJAMAS ALONE THEY’RE COMFY OKAY

but renjun snaps back into the world and is awkwardly like

ohhh sorry.... are we being too loud?? we’re going to the park-

and you cut him off like no bucko, i’m going to the park

and he’s kind of confused like uh???? what???

‘‘i’m going to the park’

and he’s confused like

‘we can go together????’

and you start making a bunch of frustrated noises trying to bring coherent thoughts together at like 3am and he doesn’t get it until you start swinging your arms around like

oh............

so he cheekily smiles and turns to his friends and is like yknow what how about you stay in, i’ll try to see what’s wrong with my neighbor

and some of them give him a l o o k and others are just fiiine i guess we’ll play another round of mario party 8

and when he shuts the door behind him you hear the chatter of his friends fade away deeper into the house 

then your neighbor turns towards you and is like

‘i’ll race you to the swings’

which prompts you to go nonononono i am not giving those up

so you give in to his game and you start sprinting and you can hear his footsteps behind you

little do you know that renjun probably has  the full ability to outrun you but he’s purposely pulling back and letting you win this race

when you two near the swingset you make a dive for it and land right on top of it while renjun puts on his biggest ‘awww i lost’ face

but the smile makes it so that you know he really wasn’t that upset about it

‘here since i lost, i’ll push you’ he says and before you can object he’s already behind you and starts gently pushing you while you’re still trying to catch your breath

once you’re stopped heaving he asks ‘why do you like this thing so much anyways? you’re always on it and get kinda upset when you’re not’

you huff and not answer him 

he doesn’t mind and just keeps pushing you 

‘you give me a lot of trouble, you know that?’ he says after a little while and you swing your legs so that the momentum knocks you into him slightly

but he catches you and pushes again, taking a step back so he doesn’t get knocked completely over

‘trouble? me? you’re the one giving me trouble most of the time’ and you can practically feel the confusion radiating off your neighbor in waves

‘what do you mean?’

you bite your tongue and try not to rant to this guy, because hey at least he seems like a decent person and he’s not being a total jerk to you right now

plus he let you have the swing

begrudgingly you end up spilling some of those pent up feelings you’ve had about his shenanigans and you’re like

‘well first off this swing is wonderful. i’ve grown up with it and it’s never failed to always support me and help me with my problems’

‘ah like a comfort food?’ you nod and then continue

‘second... you’re so messy helping your mom garden i have to clean up so much after you in my own yard’

renjun apologizes but you miss the cheeky grin that comes along with it

i admit that i am a messy gardener, although i’m the one that brought my mom some ripe strawberries’

you gave him a light, joking scoff and clapped your hands twice as a way of saying ‘good job, you did something!’

he pushes you a little harder as a joke, startling you yet it came back to bite him as you fell back into him square in the chest, making him emit an ‘oof’ sound

‘your friends are loud too’ you say after he starts pushing you again

‘yeah, sorry. that’s mainly my fault for inviting them over so much... thanks for not calling the cops on us a bunch of times though’

and make a sarcastic mhm sound and he snickers, gripping the back of your shirt and dragging you backwards

you yelp at the sudden tugging and how far he’s able to get you above the ground and the sudden hard push he delivers

‘you know swinging isn’t supposed to make me feel stressed out!’ you yell out, feeling him continue to push you higher and higher you try to drag your feet into the ground to stop him but he tries regardless

‘well, this is how you’re making me feel!’

‘stRESSED? bUddY If anYthiNg-’

‘no! like i’m soaring!’ you let his words sink in for a second and then when you ask him what he means he continues his yelling out

‘i actually think you’re really cute! sometimes i’d throw dirt over on purpose to get you to come out but you always do when i go inside! other than that i’m legitimately messy.......’

you snort at his quieter statement

‘and i always have my friends over in hopes that you’d come over to tell us to quiet down and i could smoothly invite you to hang out with us, like in the shows!’

you can feel the cold wind much better on your cheeks than before, the speed of the swing stayed the same

your cheeks were just beginning to grow red

‘or my friends could dare me to go over to your house and talk with you but they never once mentioned you!’ you turned your head and saw him pouting and throwing his arms around

he honestly looked super adorable doing that

when he saw you looking at him he stopped the swing and held you in place, speaking into your ear softly now

‘and i kept stealing the swing because i knew you were always there and i hoped you’d come over to talk to me’

you felt red by how close he was to you, with his hands nearly touching yours on the swing

‘yeah i hoped you swung so hard you flew into space to be honest’ you managed to get out, but you squeaked and he chuckled once seeing how flustered you actually were because of him

‘sorry, that’s completely on me’

he moved away and stood in front of you this time, then crouching down and looking up at you while you tried to get your blush down

‘this hasn’t gone the way it does in dramas and movies........’ he admits plainly and honestly

this makes you throw your head back and start cackling because this guy has been acting so weird and has been bugging you because he was interested in you... but he was following romcoms

he smiles up at you in reply, no shame taking over his features

‘if you’re willing to forgive me for playing the really dumb and annoying next-door-neighbor role can i just play the regular-boy-next-door one like i should?’ you manage to calm down and sigh, deciding to let your grudge over the swing go for this cutie

when you nod, his smile turns into an ecstatic grin and he hops up

‘okay! cool! i’m renjun and i’m your neighbor and i think you’re really cute! can i be the one to push you on the swing from now on?’

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Moments like These

"Dang it's cold..."

You cupped your hands and blew into them hoping the warmth from your breath would produce even a joule of heat. It was a snowy night with trees capped with snow, the black pavement laced with glassy ice.

"Of course it's cold, but it's okay baby cause you have me." the lean figure next to you smirked.

"Jungkook aahh what am I gonna do with you, huh?? Chamnah..."

You glanced over at Jungkook who was walking next to you.

‘Dressed in all black yet again’ you thought to yourself. 

He was beautiful in your eyes. Lean, tall, with muscle in all the right places. His eyes were round and shining even in the pitch black night and his pale skin radiated even in the surrounding dark that threatened to engulf you and your boyfriend. It hadn’t been long since you and Jungkook were dating, only 11 months. But even what you called a short span of 11 months, you felt like you guys knew each other inside and out. Through thick and thin, you and Jungkook passed the hardships and obstacles that blocked the relationship from moving forward including your parent’s objection since they found out you and Jungkook had already been dating for the past six months...

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*Flashback*

“How could you lie to us?!! Are you still denying you guys are a couple after we found this??”

Your furious mom threw down the card that your boyfriend had written to you for your six month anniversary. It had a heart on the front that was divided into labeled sections of “baseball”, “tacos”, “selling land (inside joke)”, and lastly the biggest portion “YOU”. 

“Do you know how many times the word ‘couple’ comes out in this card? And you still deny you are dating Jungkook?” She went on. “I can’t believe you anymore.”

“I’m sorry mom...” was all you could say as your face dropped to the ground, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Break up with him.”

“What?!” Your heart dropped. Your world all of a sudden felt like it was crashing down. 

“You heard me, break up with him. A relationship that started off with lying cannot be blessed. I can already tell what kind of guy he is. Young and immature.” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. The room was spinning, and your breaths became shallow. 

“M-Mom you don’t even know him! You’ve never even met him” You screamed and cried as the tears that rolled down your face became hot from anger. The tears that rolled down then flew off your face as you felt a hard smack across across your right cheek. 

You couldn’t tell what hurt more--the pain from the blow or the pain from your torn heart. 

“You have no right to yell.” and with those last words, your mom coldly walked away. 

It hurt so much to know that the people you loved in your life, your own parents, wanted to separate you from the person you loved the most--Jungkook. All you could think about during those hellish times was how much you loved him, and how much he loved you. You were inseparable. 

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“What are you thinking about?”, Jungkook waved his hand in front of your face snapping you back into the present.

“Huh? Oh nothing...Just how far we’ve come..heh”. 

“We sure did...” Jungkook sighed. 

“Gosh it’s freaking cold. I can bear with it..until my ears feel like they’re going to fall off” You changed the topic to something more light-hearted. You grasped your ears with your hands, hoping they’d warm up. You turned to face Jungkook whose ears were red as yours. 

“Here, let me help you with that”, Jungkook said with his bunny smile.

Jungkook took his hands out of his pockets and covered your ears tightly, hoping to block out the cold icy winds that attacked you. Like that, you and Jungkook walked the rest of the length to your college dorm, the single small room that became you and Jungkook’s safe haven. In that room, produced uncountable memories of laughter, tears, arguments, and joy. 

There wasn’t much inside the room you and Jungkook called your home. Just a twin sized bed, wardrobe, and wooden desk and chair. The pillow pets on your bed greeted you and Jungkook as you dropped your backpack onto the mulberry carpet colored floor. You were suddenly picked up from the ground, Jungkook carrying you bridal style in both arms. 

“AHH Jungkook! Let me down!!!!”, you screamed as you threw him a few fake punches.

“Okay, as you wish” Jungkook mockingly said as he threw you onto the bed.

You ended on the bed face-planted like a pancake.

“Ohhh you’re asking for it!!” you warned and quickly pulled him down to the small space next to you as you giggled like a maniac. 

You loved moments like these. Just you and him. Away from the rest of the noisy world. In this warm room on this cold winter night, you had each other. You cuddled for the rest of the night as you both dozed off, only hearing a whispered “I love you Y/N” before you were left to your dreams.

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Ch.3[The Trade][short story]

He felt stiff.  Ohhh... and so chilly!!... With a soft whine in the back of his throat, Setli shifted against the grass and slowly forced his eyes open.  It wasn’t that he wanted to wake up yet, it was that he was suddenly very aware that he was cold, and the way he’d been laying had a very sharp pain shooting through his shoulder.  

A fog had descended over the road, blanketing their little camping area in a wet cloud and dashing his hopes that any embers might yet live in the fire Elle had built the night before.  It hadn’t been so hard to ignore the temperature when he’d had the other’s body to hide against, but a few minutes ago that warmth had shifted and risen from the spot they’d fallen asleep in, and - well, Setli wasn’t about to fall back asleep at this point, not with how hard he was shivering - best start the day, and figure out where his storyteller had wandered off to.

Storyteller and rescuer~ The thought brought a smile to his sleepy face again, as he wiped a bit of dirt from his cheek and tried to brush the wrinkles out of his tunic on his way into the trees where the shadows were shifting.  “Elle? It’s coooold! Are you getting wood for a new fire? Because everything’s wet, I’m not certain it will catch as easily as yesterday -”

He spotted the other’s back past a pair of adjoined tree trunks and went around it, opening his mouth as his gaze fell on the other’s unbound locks of hair with every intention of complimenting it.  As his heavy half-asleep footfalls brought him into view of the other’s front, however, he found himself distracted from the sight of Elle’s hair and instead curiously stared downward at the strangely rounded chest the other had - and then a moment later he gave the smallest apologetic shout as he stretched a hand outward to just barely impede his view of the other, because that wasn’t a flat torso he was suddenly staring at, those were small but unmistakable breasts on his friend Elle’s chest.  “Oh-!! I’m sorry.  I didn’t realize-!”

He shifted to bring his hand fully over his eyes instead, while the young woman turned her gaze onto him with a lowering of her brows, hands poised in front of her and unravelling a wide bandage.  

“Sorry about that.  Haha, I didn’t realize you were a woman, Elle!” The other didn’t respond, which Setli took as the other’s understanding that he hadn’t intended to peek at her without permission, and since she wasn’t startled or embarrassed, he figured it was fine to stay here while she dressed.  “I’m such an idiot, I should have known from your name.”

The comment went ignored, Elle’s hands making quick work of wrapping the bandage around her torso - across her chest, then under an arm and over one shoulder, under the other arm and over the other shoulder, and across again, repeating in a careful and practiced pattern.  

“Gosh, I’m sorry for saying you made the name ‘masculine’! I didn’t mean to make you think I thought you looked ugly, or anything like that - I just mistook you for a boy, but now that I know you’re a girl I can definitely tell by your eyelashes.  Your eyes are very beautiful!”

He dared to peek past his hand to try and garner whether the other was upset or not, since she wasn’t responding, and lowered it when he saw the other was covered up and beginning to pull on several layers of clothing - see, that was part of it too, the way she wrapped her chest! It made a very flat, even surface underneath her clothes, and also he’d never seen a woman dress in garbs like this, so she probably was used to the mistake - Although, he realized as he looked up and caught what looked like a hateful glare over her shoulder toward him, maybe he really needed to give a more sincere apology.  “-- I should have been more aware.  I’m so embarrassed! And I’ve been treating you like some burly, dashing rogue all this time...” 

Elle finished tying the last piece of fabric into place and turned, fists clenched at her sides as she strode off into the forest.  Setli’s brows knit, guilt mounting, but he moved forward after her.  If anything, he owed it to her to be an escort into the woods, given how much she’d had to coddle him after saving him from the raiders.  Maybe she was so ill-tempered because she needed to be coddled from time to time? 

“I should know better than to judge by appearances.”  Setli let his gaze drop as they headed through the brush, a hand lifting to comb his fingers through some blonde tufts as he imagined his own appearance.  “It’s funny - I get mistaken for a girl a lot, because of my long lashes, and how soft my hair and skin is - I guess I look weaker, but I don’t mind so much; it’s never really held me back at all, and people don’t expect as much from me when they treat me like a girl.”  He had to quicken his pace a bit to keep up with the other - but he chalked it up to her legs being longer than his.  He turned a smile upward toward her back.  “If you want - I can pretend to be a girl while we walk! You can act more like you’re probably used to; I used to love sitting with ladies in the tailor’s shop talking about our clothes and the cooking and children and things they did --”

“Stop it!!” Elle snapped sharply, turning fully to face the startled Setli and even advancing with two threatening steps forward that brought them close enough to deliver a hateful glower downward.  “Stop it!!” 

“I’m sorry-” Setli wailed with an immediate watering of his gaze as he stumbled back, hands raised with sincere fear as the other followed his backward progression until his back was pressing close to a tree and the other was closing him in against it with hands on either side of his head and fingers curling tight into the mossy bark. 

“Do I look like a woman? Do I?!” Elle asked, jaw clenched and teeth grit and dark eyes glistening with rage beneath his furrowed brow.  Setli gave a minute shake of his head in a panicked response - because, no, Elle didn’t look like a woman, not the way he cut his hair and dressed, not the way his muscles were finely toned, not the way he walked and behaved.  Perhaps certain aspects seemed feminine for a male, and of course yes, the anatomical parts were female, but - sincerely, Setli did not think they looked like a woman, or acted like a woman, or... really were a woman.  

And he hoped the response wouldn’t offend the other, because it was honest, even though he was confused, and terrified... and heartbroken at the other’s anger at him.

“Don’t.  Call me.  A woman.  Ever Setli.  Ever.”  There was pain behind the anger.  Setli could see it.  He could feel it.  And he only wanted to understand...

“I-I won’t” he said in a small, squeaking voice, wavering gaze full of tears looking upward.  “I promise, I won’t...”

The other looked down on him in silence and anger for another long moment, but eventually he was tearing himself away from Setli, and turning back to the depths of the forest to continue his quest.  And with an ache in his chest, Setli followed, but now, he followed in silence.

“... ... ...”

The sun was warm overhead now... and his eyes were dry, his mind working at a mile a minute - though his legs certainly weren’t.  He kept having to quicken his pace actually, to keep up with Elle’s long strides.  If the other wanted to lose him, he certainly could! Knowing that was enough of a small encouragement for Setli to want to make things right between them, and as the hours rolled on, and he stumbled clumsily through the grass and prickling bushes and raised root knots, his gaze alternated between the forest floor and the back ahead of him.  

“... ... ... You’re going to trade your sex then, right?”

The question was met with the same silence that had been held between them since morning, but Setli didn’t let it discourage him as he closed a bit more distance between them.  He figured it was a fair guess at the wish Elle wanted granted.  To be able to live in a body that matched him - Setli was male and feminine, sure, but he’d never been bothered by it.  He never wanted to hide his body or try to look more like a man - but he also was never opposed to trying on ladies clothes for the tailor, either, and appreciated how he looked in it sometimes.  Actually, he found it quite fun! But he felt like it wasn’t the same for Elle, that Elle felt... maybe... trapped? In a body that wasn’t made right for him.  And if he was risking his life to venture into these dangerous woods, travelling near to the Cursed places and delving into the Mouth, the wish he was going to make had to be one worth the journey, one that he couldn’t just grant some easier way with time.  Setli had spent all this time thinking about it.

“... I was going to say... because if you’re trading your sex, you’d be giving your female body for a male body - and that’s an exactly-equal trade, right?”

It made sense to Setli.  “Because, that’s really smart!” He closed a bit more distance between them, and when he noticed the other’s pace had slowed a bit, he even dared to come alongside the other, and delivered a cautious smile upward.  “I mean it! It’s very clever.  You don’t have to quantify anything that way, it’s one for the other, simple! And you said before, it was something you were okay parting with - the thing you were trading.”  

Elle glanced sidelong, straightening up a bit as they came out of the trees and into a clearing.  

“It might not be that simple, though.  Liches generally aren’t easy to deal with, so I figure maybe they’ll be a little trickier about it.”

“Tricky?? Like how?” Setli asked, already showing more enthusiasm now that the silence was broken.  

“Well, think of it like this - women don’t get to go out and adventure, generally,” Elle explained, lifting a hand upward.  “They don’t get to go into professions that don’t involve some form of homemaking.  A woman at the absolute peak of her success can own an Inn.  That seems the most common from town to town - and sometimes, she’s only the Innkeeper; a man owns the Inn and owns her.”  Setli nodded with understanding, and Elle lifted his other hand demonstratively.  “Now, a man can own the Inn, and own a home, and own his farm, or own his shop - A man can join other men and go adventuring, and has the right to buy a wagon and supplies.  No one asks the man if he was given the money by someone else, unless the man is known for, I don’t know being a beggar or something -- The man doesn’t have to constantly hear the question, ‘and what is a person like you doing, going off to do this and that?’” He raised his arms over his head in a casual stretch, closing his eyes as they walked.  “A lot comes with the body - a lot of good things, a lot of freedom.  It’s a lot to give to me for free, which is essentially what I’m asking if I’m going in there and trading a burden I’m already eager to be rid of.” 

“I... I see,” Setli said, giving a small nod.  “But then... what else were you planning to give them? If the lich does demand that you pay more to have your wish granted.  Do you think you’ll be in danger if you don’t have enough to give?”

“That’s why I’m letting you follow me” Elle answered - and he glanced downward and had to laugh as he caught the expression plastered across his small companion’s face.  “I’m joking again.  I told you, I already had some ideas and things set in stone before I even started my journey.”

“Huh...” Setli’s brows knit above a slight smile, gaze lingering on the other’s face for a moment.  “... You know... your laugh - it’s pretty deep!” He smiled wider as the other gave him a confused quirk of his brow.  “It’s very, you know - masculine.”  Elle’s eyes rolled upward at that, his head giving a small shake.

“Stop.”

“I mean it! It’s manly~ You know, you kind of really do fit into the dashing rogue role~ Snarky attitude, vaguely evil laugh...”

“And now you are going to stop speaking” Elle said, gaze going upward and cheeks vaguely reddening as his lips quirked despite himself.  “Shut up already, weird little imp...” It was like having a maiden cooing over him.  That was exactly what Setli looked like when he was like this.  The maidens that were in the tavern, hanging off the arms of the adventurers.  They’d bugged the hell out of him before, but getting one for himself - he could sort of see the appeal now, but damned if he’d admit it.  Setli likely wouldn’t shut up about it if he did~