#ugh i just needed to whine about it before accepting today is going to be a really long day

[atom-writings]

omgg i cant stop giggling n kicking my feet BUT can i request gn!reader 'accidentally' leaving a lipstick kiss mark on russia, america, canada, greece and japan before they leave for the day and the countries dont notice until either from a mirror or someone else points it out? AAOUGUGGH

hetalia russia, america, canada, greece, and japan when their s/os leave a kiss in lipstick

1.6k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: none!

a/n: hjey guys did you know being a costume director is time consuming? i did not. send help. also enjoythis idk

Russia

It was never an easy affair to get Ivan out of the house. His clinginess combined with how admittedly boring his job was made it near impossible for him to leave without you forcing him to. Today was one of those days, and you were beginning to think you’d have to leave with him.

"But darling, can't you understand? It's so cold and miserable out there..." He whines as he holds you.

He's got you positioned so that you're standing between his legs while he sits on the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his head resting against your chest. So... no escape available without coaxing.

"I know, I know, but you'll be late..."

"They will be ok without me, but I won't be ok without you!"

All you can do is sigh until you're suddenly struck with an idea. You can't go with him, but you can leave something with him. And looking down at his snow-white skin, you have just the idea.

"But you won't have to be without me, Vanya!" You chide, tilting his head up to look at you. His face lights up instantly.

"What do you mean?"

Instead of responding, you lean down and press a soft kiss against his forehead, leaving a pink imprint of your lips on his face.

"That one was magic, ok? It'll stay with you the whole day, so I'll always be with you!" It's childish, and you're struggling not to laugh, but his innocent expression tells you all you need to know. He'll finally let you go, none the wiser as to what you really meant.

-

"Ah- Mr. Braginsky..." Some random intern was forced to prompt later in the day, his tone fearful as to how Ivan would react.

"Yes?"

"You... you have something on- on your face..."

"Huh?" He reaches up to wipe where the intern had gestured, but only smiles when he comes away with your favourite lipstick. He decides that whatever left can stay... it's just your magic, after all.

America

Alfred was a busy man for all the effort he expended to prevent that exact reality. He'd much rather spend all day playing video games at home with you, but duty calls. Though, now, was just glad that for once, you were busy as well.

“Hey, babe!” He greets you with a bright smile, resting his hand on your shoulder before moving to sit across from you. The meeting spot he had chosen was busy, but at least it wasn't far from either places you two needed to be.

“Were you waiting long?”

“No, not really,“ You respond with a sigh, twirling the straw in your drink.

”Well, that's good because uh- bad news, I won't be able to stay l-“

”Ugh! Seriously?“

He shrinks a little, fidgeting with his hair, ”Yeah, I know, but like- I can't reall-“

”Do they know you're a person? Like, a person who needs to live?“

“Technically, I'm not, babe,” He laughs, “But I appreciate how protective you are anyway.“

He continued to talk with you for a while, about your day, his day, a weird guy he saw on the street, about how you can't keep threatening his boss because he's the president- until after only a few moments, his phone rang.

He sucked in a quick breath and accepted it, only speaking for a second. Then, he got up with a dramatic groan.

“That's my cue. I guess I'll see you later, K?”

But he wasn't about to get away that easy. You shot up, grabbing onto his tie and pulling closer so you could kiss his cheek quickly.

“For good luck,” You assure, and he grins.

-

“What are you guys laughing about?” Alfred asks as soon as he goes back to work, looking nervously at the group of co-workers pointing at him.

“Got something on your face, man!”

Instantly, he realizes what happened and hurriedly wipes it off. His face is red with embarrassment, but he can't deny the butterflies in his stomach.

Canada

No matter how long you've been together, Matthew never stopped trying to be the picture-perfect boyfriend. At least, that's what you thought as he chose to show up with roses when he came to pick you up. It might've been a fancy event, but you're sure no one else would be doing that kind of thing. But who were you this kind of attention?

“Uhm- good evening, Y/N,” He stutters out as you let him come in for a moment.

“Awww, you shouldn't have!“ You take the roses from him and set them aside.

”It- It's nothing, really-“

”Most men wouldn't even think of that anymore...“ You assure him. He looks sheepish now as if he hadn't expected you to like your gift.

”Then- then, um- they should learn how to t-treat their partners...“

How cute. You walk over to him and stand on your toes to kiss his cheek, to which he immediately stiffens and blushes.

“Thank you, Matthew.”

“Ye-Yeah, uh-huh- yeah- y-you're welcome,” He mumbles, looking down in embarrassment. The colour gracing his cheeks almost perfectly matches the mark your lipstick left behind. You begin to say something about it, but before you can, he frantically cuts you off.

“So- we should get g-going right? Right, time to go...” He blurts out, taking your hand and almost dragging you out to the car.

-

Finally, once you two arrived at the event, you gathered the courage to tell him.

While you two walked, arm in arm, up to the main entrance, you suddenly blurted out, ”You have lipstick on your cheek!“

Except by that time, more than a couple of people had seen him. causing him to instantly freeze up.

The colour drained from his face, and he weakly whimpered out, ”Um, c-could you- uh- g-get it?“

You immediately obliged, cleaning off his cheek. He was embarrassed, but it was still on his mind all night.

Greece

“But do you have to?”

“Yes.”

“But-”

“I’m not getting out of this one, ok?”

“But I don’t want you to go…” His protests were typical, but that didn’t make them any less annoying. Although, it’s hard to resist him when he’s clinging to you like a lost puppy and he smells like he just finished cooking.

“It’ll only be a few hours, ok?” You sigh, finally finishing your makeup.

All he can do now is whine softly, which makes you realize there may be only one way to stop his desperate clinginess. You turn around in his arms, take his pleading face in your hands, and press frenzied kisses all over it. Instantly, his eyes light up and his lips form a dopish smile, and you know you’re free.

“Is that better?” You ask, and he nods. But before you let go, you have to admire how silly he looks with your lips painted all over his face.

-

By the time you return home, it’s already dark. The house is quiet, and when you check the time, you realize he would’ve fallen asleep hours ago. But considering how exhausted you are already, it’s nothing but a relief.

When you enter your shared bedroom, your thoughts are confirmed. He’s already passed out, his broad body splayed haphazardly over your blankets. At first, you don’t think anything of it. But when you turn on the light to get ready for bed, you notice the red stains still sitting on his cheeks.

Somehow, throughout the entire rest of the day, he never looked in the mirror long enough to notice the lipstick covering his face. Or, maybe he did, and just decided that your tokens of affection could stay.

Japan

Kiku was never late. Not even when tired, sick, or at war, was he late to anything. So, the one day that he allowed himself to relax with you, was naturally the first day in centuries that he hadn’t been an hour early. 

“It’s gonna be alright!” You call out from the bathroom while you do your makeup, and he doesn’t even waste the time to respond. Even from all the way across the house, you can hear him desperately throwing things together.

“It is not alright!”

“You’ll still be on time!” That doesn’t seem to convince him to calm down at all, as you can hear his panicked breaths growing louder as he makes his way over to the entry door.

“Wait, wait, hold on,” You insist, and he pauses for a moment. When you meet him at the door, he looks a mess. His hair was askew, his eyes wild with panic, and his tie nearly all the way to the side.

You sigh and begin tidying him up. He relaxes under your touch, you can tell even from under his layers of stoicism; although he can’t allow himself to bask in your attention for long.

“I must go-”

“I know, I know, just…” You pull him forward, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He blushes but doesn’t let that distract him. In a moment, he’s gone out the door.

-

After a frenzied drive into the city, he can finally breathe a sigh of relief. 10 minutes early… not great, but enough. He looks in the mirror one last time, making sure he looks his best before he finally steps out into the public when he notices it. The print of your lipstick, still on his cheek.

His touch lingers on it for a moment, his breathing stilling, before he rubs it off. You’ll just have to replace it later, he tells himself before he finally steps out of the car.

[luvanniiee]

needy • h.hj •

pairings- gamer!hyunjin x fem!reader

synopsis- he always says he’ll get off in a few minutes or when he’s finished the round. leaving you with an ache only he can soothe.

warnings- SMUT!!!! teasing, unprotected sex (be smart bookie), oral (m and f receiving), slight masturbation (ur doing it),petnames, slight overstimulation, slight edging (he stops before he cums). some bratty behavior.

a/n: sorry for not posting in forever :(. butttt i just turned 19!!! WOOOOO!! anyways, hope yall enjoy this, please send more reqs, and also still accepting moots! and im also almost at 80 followers teehee i could cry. anyways much love!

youve been sitting on the couch for hours now. sitting behind hyunjin, trying to be patient and wait for him to finally finish the game so he could give you attention for what feels like the first time today. he didnt show any signs of getting off soon even though he said he’d be “finished in a few minutes”. whenever you ask him if hes finished, he would say “almost. give me a few more minutes”. and those minutes turned into hours.

you sighed unusually loud when you asked him one more time. “im almost done, im literally about to beat this level. just give me a few more minutes.” he said. “ugh, its been hours since you last said that, and im really needy right now. cant you just save it and finish later?” you said.

there really isnt an established dom/sub dynamic in the relationship. sometimes you would take control, and sometimes he would take the lead. so when he heard the slight brattiness in your tone, he paused the game to look at you. it was like he was warning you with his eyes. “i told you that im almost finished. now you can do either of these two things im gonna suggest. you can either find something to do until im finished or sit there like the good pretty girl you are and wait for me.” he said.

the firmness of his voice was enough to quiet you down, but it also added fuel to the fire between your legs. it was becoming unbearable. so when hyunjin turned back to the screen of his computer, you decided to slip your hands down there to relieve yourself until he was able to help.

it didnt take long for hyunjin to catch on to what was going on behind him. the sounds of your soft whimpers, and the sounds of your wet pussy were reaching his ears. “princess, are you touching yourself?” he asked softly. you stopped in your actions to brat out “yes, because you arent doing it.”

he turned in his chair to see that you were there on the couch, only in a shirt, panties on the floor, legs spread and fingers sticky. he swore he could cum right then at the sight. but he composed himself. he walks over to you, and lowers himself so you and him are eye to eye. he grips your thighs and kisses them softly. moving closer to where you really need him.

your breath getting gradually louder as he nears your pussy, but stops as soon as hes facing it. hyunjin blows cool air on your clit, the new sensation making you whine, and clench around nothing. he smiles knowing how much control he has over you right now.

he starts off by kissing around the folds softly, just enough to drive you insane. youre getting wetter everytime he presses his lips on you. then he moves to your clit and swirls his tongue around it. you were already riled up from playing with yourself, so you know it wont take long for you. he switches from kitten licks to flicking his tongue to tracing figure eight. all of this combined with his lock on your eyes is enough to send you over the edge. “im cumming!” you nearly scream out. “go ahead.” he says. and with that, you came with your whole body shaking from him continuing to eat you out. “aah- stop baby!” you whine.

but your whines fell upon deaf ears. it was apparent he wasnt gonna stop until he was ready. so you pushed his head away and he wiped his mouth clean.

“satisfied?” he asked. you shook your head no. “let me return the favor and then ill be satisfied.” you said back. so he sat down as you got up. you pulled his boxers down, as thats all he was wearing. his boxers and a long sleeve shirt. you give his tip a kiss. just to get him back for teasing you in the beginning. he hisses slightly when you lick it. “baby please.” he whined out. you looked him in the eye and smiled as you took him down your throat. his head thrown back against the cushion on the couch. hyunjin grabbed your head and thrusted his hips up softly when he felt you about to tease him again. with every thrust, he was panting and letting out small moans. “oh god, its so good, i wanna cum down your throat. but i wanna fuck you so bad now.” he moaned softly.

as he felt himself about to cum, he quickly took himself out of your mouth. you sat back on your feet and looked at him gather himself. “come here princess.” hyunjin said as he patted his lap. you knew what he wanted. so you climbed on top and slid yourself down on him slowly.

the stretch making you both moan. you gave him and yourself a moment to get ready. and slowly rocked yourself on him. hyunjin knows you talk the most shit when youre on top. “see baby, you couldve had this hours ago, if you werent playing the game all day.” you said. he rolled his eyes at you and gripped your hips to make you go faster. the slow pace was good but you both know that the faster pace is better.

“so tight for me, yeah? you been waiting for this, like a needy pretty girl.” hyunjin moaned in your ear. the raspiness of his voice was driving you insane. all you could do was moan back in response. he stilled your hips so he could adjust himself and thrust up into you. you let out a throaty moan as he was hitting your g-spot well. “s’good.” was all you could say. your mind going numb as he continued to thrust into you.

hyunjin felt you clenching around him, signaling that you were close. “close already? does it feel that good?” he said. you couldnt answer him, so you let your cries and whines do the talking. “go ahead love, cum for me.” he whispered in your ear. he leaned you back a little so he could rub your clit. the overstimulation he was giving you made your mind go blank.

“fuck…” was all you said as you came around him. shaking and screaming a little as he pounded into you harder so he could cum. he was close and you could feel it in the way his hips were losing rhythm. “baby…please let me cum inside…cant hold it anymore…” hyunjin whined. you were too far gone to speak so you just nodded. he wasted no time in filling you up. “fuck..baby!” he moaned loudly.

he started to slow down as he was riding his high out. both of you taking the time to catch a breath before kissing each other softly.

“next time hyunjin, dont make me wait.” you said.

“next time ill leave your needy ass high and dry.” he replied in the same cockiness.

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[yuken-gf]

hair tie // yuken x reader

Genre: fluffy, high school, enemies to lovers (?)

Pairing: Yuken x fem!reader

Summary: Borrowing your hair tie is Yuken's daily routine.

Words count: 1257

TW: blood, wounds, slight capitalism (?), harsh words, yuken is annoyingly cute ugh😮‍💨😒

NOTES: English isn’t my first language, and this hasn’t been proofread yet. I’m sorry if there are any grammatical error(s).

🩹🩹🩹

“I’m starting to think that you’re actually collecting my hair ties, Yuken.” You sighed. It’s about the fifth time this week Yuken asked to borrow your hair tie. It never came back to you! He just lost it by accident!

“He is.” Sachio nods. “He—”

“No, I’m not!” Yuken is very quick to respond, it’s almost like he knew what Sachio was going to say.

“One time you lost it, that’s normal. Two times you lost it? Still normal for me. But this is the fifth time, Yuken. Fifth time.” You shook your head in disbelief. Looking up and down at Yuken who’s standing right in front of you.

“I really lost it. Come on, tomorrow we have a fight.” Yuken is frustrated. It’s so entertaining for Sachio.

“Can I come?” You asked, eyes sparkling. 

“Absolutely not.” Sachio and Yuken are in sync. They’re staring at you now.

“Damn.” You giggled.

“Give me your hair tie.” Yuken said again.

“Why do you need it so much?” You asked him. Sachio knows. Everybody knows. You, however, are dumb enough to be so oblivious about it.

“Come on, I’ll use it as my lucky charm.” Yuken is still begging.

Sachio watches you both, holding his smile because you and Yuken are so silly and cute at the same time. The dynamic is so weird but perfectly acceptable. It’s like the universe agree on you and Yuken.

“Why would you even need a lucky charm?” You hand him two new hair ties. You know that he’s going to ask for hair tie again today.

“It’s a lucky charm. Give me that one,” Yuken points at the hair tie that you’re wearing right now.

“Ha?” You are genuinely confused. “This old one?” You pull it from your hair and show the loose and used hair tie to him.

“Yeah. Give me that one.” Yuken smiles.

“Weird ass kink.” You sighed, handing the hair tie to Yuken. “Make sure you win, then.”

“Of course.” Yuken looks so happy. “See you tomorrow, Y/N! Thank you.” He waves at you.

“See you, Y/N.” Sachio is also waving at you.

“Kick some ass.” You smile at them, waving back.

“Yes, Ma’am!” Yuken laughed.

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Y/N is peacefully enjoying her afternoon in her balcony. She bought an ice cream when she was walking home. Now, it is time to enjoy the view with some  ice cream. The peace wasn’t long though!

Y/N saw Yuken who’s walking to her house. “The fuck?” You narrowed your eyes, unsure if it’s Yuken or not. He stares back at you; his face is swollen and pretty much wounded from the fight he had earlier.

“You look like shit, Yuken!” You shouted from your balcony.

“Thank you! I know I’m hot!” Yuken shouted back before one of Y/N’s maid let him in. You just shook at his reply.

You grabbed the nearest medicine box and wait for Yuken in your room. Took him not so long, he opens your bedroom door and smiles widely. “You’re going to wait until I finish my ice cream.” You put a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. 

He closed the door, “Give me some.” Yuken is about to grab the spoon but you’re fast enough to avoid him. “Give me some, Y/N!”

You are still standing up, you walk to him and feed him half a spoon of ice cream because you’re feeling generous. “Why are you still in your uniform?” Yuken asked after swallowing the ice cream.

“For the afterschool vibes, to be honest.” You admitted. “Did you win?”

“Yes, we won.” Yuken smiles. “Thanks to the lucky charm.”

You finished the ice cream by feeding the last spoon to Yuken. “Good boy.” You acted like you praise a baby. Or dog.

You bring your medicine box and place it on the bed, next to where he sits. You began to untie his hair, about to redo it because you’re not sure you’ll survive with his messy hair. He looks a little too good.

“What are you doing?” Yuken whines.

“Restyling your hair, dumbass.” You tie his hair with your old hair tie a.k.a. his lucky charm. “Take off your damn glasses.”

“I have more rizz with it.” He complains but still taking it off anyway.

You look down on him and tilt his chin up with your fingers gently, “You have more rizz without it.”

Yuken swears he almost lost it there. His heart is pounding too fast, he feels like he’s going to die right now. “I’ll take it off more often when you’re around then.” He giggles, covering his nervousness.

“You’re so in love with me.” You smile and begin to clean his wounds. You cursed inside your head, how on earth did someone manage to look extremely good and hot after got beaten up by some gang? Or is it just you who’s sick in the head?

Yuken laughs, “And if I am?” He pulls you closer by hugging your waist.

“Do I really have that kind of rizz?” You joke.

“Ultimate w rizz, Y/N. Even the girls are in love with you.” Yuken squinted his eyes a little when you dab a little too hard on his wound. He’s looking down when you prepare for the iodine, he laughs at the length of your skirt. “Are the teachers are still calling you out for that thigh-length skirt?”

“You know, I just shut them up by giving some charity money for the school.” You admitted your capitalism situation. Your parents work in another continent, money is flooding but they’re never home.

“You’re insane.” Yuken laughed. You slightly forced his head to look up again so you can give his wounds some iodine. You do it slowly this time, want to take the time to enjoy the view.

“The only thing that get me insane is you.” You are still focusing on his wounds, not realizing the poor guy who is dumbfounded right now. You put on some band-aids to the small but deep wounds that are most likely take times to heal.

“Why am I making you insane?” Yuken asked. Still holding your waist, pulling you closer to him. His right hand is reaching out for your right hand and kiss it while holding eye contacts with you. 

I am not your strongest soldier, Y/N is having an internal screaming.

“Ask yourself.” You gave him a few head pats. You tidy up the tools you use to clean up his wounds and put it back into the emergency medicine box. You can see from the tail of your eye that he’s looking at you intensely.

You didn’t know where did you got the courage for doing this, but you walked to him, side hug him, and place a sweet kiss on the top of his head. When I tell you he’s blushing mess.

You really drive him insane.

“You smell like boys, Yuken. Take a shower when you got home.” You said, tapping the tip of his nose.

“I hate you.” Yuken laughed.

“Feeling’s mutual, bitch.”

“We’re dating then.” Yuken smiles.

“You’re so unserious.” You rolled your eyes. Yuken finally stood up, he’s towering you now. He stares at you, you stare back obviously. No one is willing to give up. 

“You look so fucking beautiful.” Yuken caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“I know.” You held yourself together. You don’t want to lose this game.

“Date me, Y/N.” Yuken sounds serious. “I can be your slave.”

“Hmm... great offer.” You act like you’re thinking about it, “Deal.”

🩹🩹🩹

Love, Yoa

220116

[sunny-ssunset]

Pretty in Pink!

South park x girly popular reader

Chapter 3

The chapter no one asked for 😍✌️ Lmao sorry Im writing another bc i love it, sorry for not posting much i have been so busy 😭 tbh Y/n reminds me of the queen of hearts AGED UP!

"Kenny you have such pretty eyes!!" Y/n cooed, brushing his hair out of his face. "I know, I could be a model" He joked, giving in to the affection. Wendy watched the scene play out, Jealous of all the attention she gets. Poor Y/n must hate all the attention, she'd need someone to take her place one day, Someone who can handle the pressure of being perfect.... Someone like Wendy. I mean it would take a while for Wendy to get to Y/n's standards, plus Y/n might not want to be replaced just yet. Even if its for the best to protect precious Y/n.

"Wendy? Hun you okay? You have been so quiet today-" "Stan wants to break up." Wendy interupted, Y/n looking taken a back. "Oh girl, I'm so sorry, He's a douche, We dont need him right? How about a girls night? No silly party or anything, just us?" Y/n cooed, Wendy taking notice on how she said 'We' like it was also her problem, how considerate of her. "Yayyy Can i come?" Kenny grinned playing with a strand of Y/n's hair. "NO!" Bebe choked, suddenly clinging on to Y/n's arm, "Ahem- No, its a girls night"Bebe corrected herself as Y/n smiled, looking at Kenny.

"Wendy? Wendy please I really need to talk to you" Stan appeared, Literally scaring the shit out of everyone. Y/n frowned, "Stan she doesn't want to talk to you right no-" Stan looking a bit shocked by Y/n's reaction, Wendy interupting her, "Y/n I think I need to sort this out now." She smiled apologeticly at Y/n, before leaving with Stan.

"I always try help that girl and it gets me nowhere. Ugh im just so sick of doing everything for everyone. You know how much I do for people Kenny, And all i get is an awkward smile now and again." Y/n pouts laying into him, "Y/n If you were mine I'd treat you well" Kenny flirts, brushing her hair out of her face, as Bebe fake gags "Eww guys get a room!!!!" Bebe whines stomping her feet. "Bebe you are so cute, guys come on lets go to class" Y/n laughs as she gets up from Kenny's warm embrace, the others following on behind her.

"KYLE!!!! I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN AGES OH MY GODDD" Y/n beams, running up to sit by Kyle, "You saw me yesterday." He shifts away from her, voice laced with a slight anger. Y/n frowns "Kyle baby!!! Are you okay whats the matter??" She clings onto his arm "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST Y/N LEAVE ME ALONE!" Kyle shouts at her, banging his fists on the table and moving to sit futher away from Y/n, Her eyes pounding with anger, How dare he? Who the fuck does he think he is. Someone has to teach him a lesson, Nobody treats Y/n like that absolutely no one-

"Hey guys I'm back" Wendy chirps, seeming to be in a better mood, Stan standing at the doorway sending Y/n a sweet smile and a 'can we pleaseeee talk' look. Her giving a fowl one back. "Wendy I missed you!!! Come sit by meeee" "Hey wait i wanna sit buy you" "No i do!!!!" Complaints from both Kenny and Bebe were heard, "Guys Wendys just been through a breakup, let her sit by me!" Y/n smirked, as if sitting with her were a reward. They both accepted and sat down behind Y/n, "Anything happen while I were gone?" Wendy smiled, Y/n, Kenny and Bebe shot glares at Wendy, her not knowing what she did wrong, Bebe and Kenny a bit too scared to mention what happened before with Kyle, Wendy taking the hint by their scared looks.

"Nothing happened Wendy." Said Y/n, a blank tone and expression on her face, That quickly changing while she spoke again, "Enough of that, boring stuff. What happened with you!!" Y/n beamed, leaning into Wendy more, "Well, Me and Stan have decided to be friends, I think we both have our eye on someone else at the minute!" Wendy smiled, now she was finally able to have Y/n to herself. No fighting with her boyfriend over her anymore!

"Yayyyy girls night!!!!" Bebe cheered, "No actually I'm thinking we throw a party, show everyone your available plus Kenny can come then!!" Y/n chirped, Bebe looking a bit disappointed. I mean little did Wendy know it would take alot more than breaking up with Stan for her to have Y/n, Bebe also had her eye on her, What does Wendy expect Y/n Is Perfect.

[kittiwittebane]

Obsessed with the roller skates / council boy Huntlow thing!

Accept this gift of mine💚💛

Basically Dana tweeted somthing bout FANART and willow in roller skates, hunter wearing this school representative council looking shirt. Willow= baddie. Hunter= stern but sweet.

So here’s a little thing.

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Early morning sunshine danced through the quad of Hexside High School, brightening the mood of the area as it reached it's way into the hallways via windows.

Hunter looked down the hallway in pride. Clean as its ever been. He smiled to himself.

Right, another school will be here today so I have to keep this place looking-

"AHh- oOf!" Willow grunted as she fell over. Hunter turned around to find Willow, the only one who just will not follow the rules, upside down on the ground, in her usual dress code violation choice of clothing. White school shirt with the black pants and grey skirt, a large green bow on her shirt.

And her bright yellow rollerskates.

"Miss Park, you know you aren't allowed to wear those!" Hunter scoffed as he helped her up. She smiled at him and replied.

"Oh but Mr. Wittebane, I don't want to be late to class." She mocked him slightly, adding her usual playful tone into the mix. Hunter's ears went red

Titan-damn you. What have you done to me?

"Find another way." he remained stern, but Willow knew his mind was freaking out.

"Hmmm... no." Willow smirked, leaning up against him. "I don't think I will."

Hunter turned away as his blush tried to give him away.

"I could give you a detention at any time-"

"Do it." Willow snorted. "Go on."

Hunter paused. He looked at her and frowned.

"You have a lunchtime detention today." he said.

"And what if I don't show up." Willow asked, popping the 'p' sound. The blondie whined in annoyance. He couldn't even give her detention.

I DO NOT LIKE HER! He repeated to himself. That was a complete lie, he couldn't stop himself from seeing sparkles and bubbles around her, and he knew it, but he didn't want to admit it. He knew this is why she got away with breaking rules, he knew this is why she was so rebellious. She knew he couldn't get himself to throw her into detention. He hoped she didn't know why.

"Get to class!" he snapped, mad at himself more than her. She smirked, knowing she'd won the argument once again, and roller skated to class.

__LUNCH TIME

Willow rolled down the hallway.

"Miss Park you aren't allowed to wear-"

"This that all you know how to say?" Willow interrupted, giggling. Hunter rolled his eyes.

"It seems to be all I need to know how to say." He snapped. She giggled.

"Look, Blondie, you can throw me in detention, or you can sit there sulking. Do one." Willow challenged. Hunter growled lowly, knowing exactly which one he was going to end up doing. He looked at her sulkily, and she just smiled her usual 'I'm better than you' smile.

Or that's what Hunter thought it was.

She smirked at him before roller skating away to the cafeteria. Ugh! Why couldn't he do anything? The school would be perfect if he was just a bit less emotional. She was just a classmate! She was nothing more but another student that sat with him in classes! Nothing more, and never will be anything more. He leant up against the locker, silently cursing himself. After what he thought was five minutes but in reality was the entire 20 minutes, the class bell rang.

"Oh, I'm so stupid.." he hissed at himself. Third period and he forgot to eat, too busy thinking about how perfect he was without Willow.

He walked to class with a sulky look, knowing he did not want the school to be messed up before the other school comes. Surely one student couldn't mess up a whole school.. right?

He sat down in class, and Willow came and sat down next to him.

"You're grumpy." She commented. He whipped his head to her.

"I forgot to eat." He snapped quietly, not really feeling to interact at the current moment. Willow tilted her head to the side in confusion.

"Don't you pack lunch? Just eat in class, no one cares." Willow suggested. Hunter wanted to slap himself across the face.

"I do not pack lunch.. I feed off the cafeteria. It's fine, I don't eat over the weekend much anyways, I'll live." He muttered. Willows eyes went wide.

"You don't eat on the weekend?" She asked, alarm raking her voice unexpectedly, caught off guard by his statement.

"N-no I do! I just don't eat much." He explained. And what he meant by that was he stole leftovers from the cafeteria and took them home, which he eats on the weekend. And whatever edible plants he can find. Otherwise it was just bread and water.

"Oh." She started. She opened her bag and pulled out what looked like two pieces of bread put together.

"Have this." She smiled. Hunter looked at her, then the bread.

"Why are you being nice to me?" He asked.

"Why not?" She shrugged, putting the sandwich on his table. He looked at her, then the bread again. At least it was something...

He took a bit out of the bread and he had the most delighted look on his face. Willow wished she could've taken a photo. She'd never seen him smile before. Guess he liked chicken.

"Willow, what is this?" He asked, forgetting all about why he was grumpy in the first place.

"Chicken?" She answered. You could see the sparkles in Hunters eyes.

"I love chicken!" He exclaimed quietly, eating the rest of the sandwich very quickly. He looked like a puppy. His magenta eyes seemed bigger, and like they had sparkles in them. He had a smile she'd never seen, but really, she'd never seen him even smile before. She couldn't help but admire him. Out of context it would sound weird, admiring a cute guy eat a sandwich, but in context...

He looked back at her, who still had the head-over-heels look on her face, resting her face on her hand, rested against the table.

"You ok?" He asked.

"I've never seen you smile before." She said with a hint of dream in her voice, just to play with his feelings.

The look of realisation when Willow told him he was smiling sent butterflies through her stomach. He attempted to act all stern again.

"Thank you for the chicken-bread, Miss Park." He looked at her once again. She was smirking like crazy.

"Call me Willow, please." She purred. His face went a bit red, as did his ears. His cleared his voice and tried to catch up with the work he'd missed before the next bell rang.

“Also it’s called a sandwich, silly.” She smiled in amusement, as Hunter’s grumpy look returned after being corrected by her.

Should I do part 2?

Edit: just needed to add the fact the way Hunter looks is how Callum looks when he says “IM A MAGE!” In The Dragon Prince. Those eyes.

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[sentience-if]

I have come today (and every other day) to test the very limits of Connie's patience lmao (Val would be so proud), so: how would the ROs (re)act to the classic 'we're inextricably locked in a lone cabin in the woods together and we JUST got out of a massive thunderstorm so we're all completely soaked and just haveee to get out of them/change/cuddle up for warmth' hehehe. Especially when they're still in the crush/preconfession stage! Thank u and have a great day!!!

hello and sorry for making u wait so long 🤭

Ira: get this thing dry immediately before it catches pneumonia; their teeth are chattering so much they can't even protest or say thank you. fully accepts cuddling up under a blanket as necessary, up until they're warm again and can think straight. They're certainly not going to mention the fact that they're okay now. Maybe they'll even fall asleep a little bit on purpose

Klaus: idk what it is, but something tells me this would distress Klaus so much it would finally unlock Normal Klaus who's actually focused on survival over being clever and rude. Magic to get warm, etc etc, but somehow the whole situation doesnt' even register with him as an Opportunity. Not until he's half asleep curled up next to Io, anyway.

Connie: not having any of it. builds a fire and gives Io the heaviest blanket in the hopes it'll keep them still for once. Intends on sleeping by the door for safety reasons, but if Io plays their cards right (whines and huffs) they can begrudgingly convinced to get closer. Just to shut Io up, of course

Kat: ugh, how dreadful :/ Has absolutely zero qualms about stripping out of her soaked clothing and wrapping herself in a blanket, though. Not even in a seductive way- she just simply doesn't care, and would probably be surprised if Io does. She'll fully take the opportunity to make Io blush if she thinks she can get away with it, but otherwise it's just business as usual. Want to play cards? She's found an old bottle of whiskey that's probably not poison.

Val: hates the cold so being warm and dry is the utmost priority. Depending on your Io, being close and cozy with Val is probably pretty normal, but if it's not, Val will be careful to not make a big deal out of it. If Io seems hesitant or shy, they won't hesitate to make themself the baby that needs to be taken care of. you k now, as an excuse

[drunkjaked]

MARKETS ft park sunghoon

the joys of december: winter dates, hot chocolate, sunghoon's birthday, and shared showers /// 2274 words + smut (minors dni)

pairing: bf!sunghoon x fem!reader

the youngest of the 02z is 20 now :((( man.. happy birthday sunghoon.. so happy we get to be the same age until next saturday <333

The headboard is cold against Sunghoon’s back as he sits at the top of the bed, his fingers threading through your hair as he watches you fight sleep with your head in his lap. “I feel like we should leave soon, or at least start getting ready soon.” He announces, stretching an arm above his head. 

“I didn’t think you were being serious.” You mumble into his bare stomach. 

“Why would I joke about my birthday plans?” 

A sigh makes its way out of your mouth and he giggles at the feeling of your breath fanning his skin. “I’ve known you long enough to know that your ‘birthday plans’ are also your idea of hell.” 

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, holding you tighter and pretending you’re incorrect. “Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” He lies through his teeth mutters. 

He knows as well as you do that going to the Christmas markets – on his birthday of all days – falls under laying naked on a hot grill on the list of things he wants to do.

Another thing he knows as well as you do, is that you’ve been dreaming of a Christmas markets date since he lent you his gloves on the walk home from class two winters ago as the two of you walked (the line between just friends and more than friends) by the entrance of the markets. 

You move your head to look up at him, locking eyes as you move from your position to sit in his lap instead, legs split over his in a straddle. “I can just go with one of the girls another day,” you shrug. “Today’s about you, so tell me what you want to do today.” 

His plump lips press together into a straight line as he thinks, brows furrowing in the centre. And after a moment he hums. “I got it!” He pauses for a second, taking the time to press a kiss to your mouth. Lets his tongue trace the seam of your lips an-d it’s so easy to get distracted by him. Too easy. 

To the point that you don’t even realise what he’s trying to do until he rolls his hips against yours, his clothed cock pressing on your core. If it wasn’t for how rough he’d been with you last night, you might not have whined before lifting your hips off of him. But he was rough with you last night, and you still have the overly sensitive, swollen pussy to show for it, so you do. 

“I’m not accepting making out as an answer.” You mumble against his lips, stomach leaping when you feel him smiling into the kiss.

“Will you accept fucking against the mirror?” 

With a sigh, you sit in his lap once more (careful to steer clear of the bulge in his pants) and smack him lightly in the chest, a grin ruining the fake irritation on your face as he pulls air through his teeth, scrunching up his nose while bringing his hand to the spot you hit. 

“Ahhhhhhoooowwwwwwwwwwwwuhhhhhh.” He groans. “It hurts.” Lips curving downwards into a frown. 

“What are we doing today?” 

“Can’t.. speak.. too much.. ugh, too much pain.” 

“Sunghoon.”

“B-” he ‘struggles’ to get the word out, sighing dramatically. “-baby?” 

“What are we doing today?” 

“Need a kiss, I’m.. d- dying..” He trails off, head falling limp at his neck. 

The freshly twenty year old man in front of you is committed to his role, not moving until you kiss him better and as soon as your lips touch his chest his whole body jolts under you. “You’re incredible,” he grins. “You just saved my life, I .. I love you.”  

“Hoon, come on, what do you wanna do today?” 

“Ouch.” He scoffs, squinting his eyes at you briefly before speaking again. “I wanna take my girl to the markets, share an overpriced hot chocolate, and ruin her photos all day.” 

“Poor girl.”

-Unfortunately, you are the girl in question and after spending ten minutes trying to convince you to wear more layers, Sunghoon makes good on all of his promises and even sprinkles a few extras in the mix.

Like actually showing his pretty smile for some of the pictures, pretending to enjoy mulled wine, sitting still in the Ferris wheel and letting you cuddle into him, and, your favourite of them all, teaching you to skate. 

Or rather, holding your hand and not taking off across the packed rink every time you almost fell on your ass. Which was a lot of times. He even agreed to walk around until almost closing time when the rink was practically empty so you could watch him glide and twirl and leap across the ice with more balance and stability than he maintains when he walks.

The tiny smile on his face as he moved over the rink made your heart flip in your chest and you couldn’t hide your misery when the definitely underpaid teenage rink worker smacked her gum uninterestedly and told you that you had to leave. 

When you get back home, a mildly tired, and very cold, Sunghoon follows you to the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe as he watches you undress. In an order he finds unusual, your tights come off first followed by your skirt, all with your scarf still wrapped around your neck and your (his) jacket zipped up to the top. 

He doesn’t find it in him to complain when you (intentionally) turn around and bend over to pick the clothes up from the floor, your ass in full display – the sight barely obstructed by the tiny white thong he’d picked out for you to wear. Though it’s not long before that comes off too. 

“Oh, do you wanna shower first or should I?” You ask him as you start pulling your sweater off. 

His fingers are cold on your waist when he touches you, his free hand coming up to help you remove it. “Together.” He mumbles, pressing his lips to yours. “Please.” 

“Lead the way.” You barely manage to finish the sentence before Sunghoon lifts you off the floor, your legs wrapping around his waist as he walks you to the bathroom. 

From behind the shower’s glass you watch as he strips off at a maddening pace, the water heating up gradually as it hits the skin of your back, your nose scrunching up when it gets slightly hotter than what’s comfortable and Sunghoon laughs at the way you flinch before reaching to turn the temperature down.

At long last, he’s standing behind you with his chest pressed against your back, his hand resting on your hip as you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Fingers sliding up to your waist, other hand coming from the opposite side. 

“Happy birthday, Hoon.” You whisper, head tipping back to rest against him at the feeling of his hand dipping between your thighs, bumping at your clit almost immediately. 

Thanks, love, he smiles (though his words get lost in the sounds of the room). 

“DId you get everything on your list?” 

Sunghoon’s cock twitches between your bodies at the implication behind your words, his hips grinding against you as he rubs at your slit. “Mm,” he hums, using two fingers to push you open. “Got everything I want right here.” 

You can’t tell if your stomach flips here because of your boyfriend’s sweet side making an appearance or because one of his thick digits presses down on your clit right when he speaks, though you know deep down it’s some combination of both.  

He pushes a third finger into your hole though he’s clearly impatient because he only curls them towards your belly button once, twi—There, oh my-Hoon!—ce and a third time before taking them out entirely. His hand is large on your back as he bends you over, mumbling an apology when you complain about the feeling of water in your eyes. 

And steering clear of the stream when he leans down to leave a kiss on your shoulder and then your neck. “Sorry, baby, really.” He tells you while you try to ignore the fact that you can hear the smile in his voice, his attempts at keeping his laughter to himself are futile as he chuckles a little next to your ear. 

The shower wall is freezing your nipples, your entire chest and cheek as you arch your back, pushing towards him as best you can. “So pretty.” He groans, more to himself as he lets his palm come down hard on your ass, holding it in his hand before using his thumb to trail the length of your pussy.

Starting at your clit and dragging upwards so slowly you can’t help but whine, a sigh of relief slipping out at the feeling of his finger dipping into you, and another whine comes out when he removes it. 

Thick and dripping wet, the head of his cock splits you apart with ease, both of you moaning in unison at the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, and the water beating against your skin only adds to the sensation; Sunghoon’s fingers push bruises into your hips as he thrusts in, and out, an-holy fuck, he groans. 

As good as it all feels, admittedly the water is a little distracting and with the way your knees start to buckle he can’t help but wonder if this is more of a saf–“Right there.”–ety hazard than anything else. Yeah, the water is super distracting as it slips, and puddles against the skin of your arched back and why has it taken him so long to have you like this? 

Your voice slices through his thoughts as your knees buckle once more and you belatedly react. “I’m gonna–” you try, cutting yourself off with a moan “–fall.” 

“You know I won’t let that happen, baby.” He mumbles, chuckling to himself at the way you whine when he pulls out of you. “Turn around.” He tells you, smiling when you obey. 

Sunghoon waits a beat, staring down at you with hearts in his eyes — trailing the span of your body, stuck on the way your chest heaves as you catch your breath, the water inching down to your perfect tits, slipping over your pretty, pebbled nipples.

His mouth goes dry for a moment, his cock painfully hard at the sight of you and as much as he wishes he could watch you forever he simply does not have the patience; as if drawn by a magnet, his hands find the curve of your ass, grabbing at it before uttering the word up and lifting you from the shower floor.

Even if you’d tried, you wouldn’t have been able to stop the moan that falls from your lips at the way his cock slips back into you like it was made to be there, your legs wrapped around his waist and your head falling into the crook of his neck — ruined (as always) by the feeling of being held up like this while he rolls his hips against yours, the water inching up towards your neck as Sunghoon steps closer and closer to the stream.

The first time your hole clenches around him, it happens so quickly and it’s so slight that he can barely tell if it happened or if he’s reached arousal to the point of delusi–Ohhh, my God, the second time it catches him so off guard that he almost chokes from the gasp that escapes him. And the third time might be the tightest he’s ever felt you as your walls stutter a little before holding onto him and milking him dry – rendering him completely speechless as he spills into you, filling you up just the way you like.

Everything is hot (including Sunghoon) when he cums in you, every single inch of your body feels like it's been set alight as you feel the familiar heat burning relentlessly in your stomach. Your toes start to curl behind his back and it’s getting more and more difficult to keep your eyes open as he rocks into you even faster, harder than before. 

The sound of you reaching your high, and your boyfriend trying to come down from his mixed with the steady rhythm of the water and the sound of his balls smacking your skin is a bit too much to bear. A choked sob bursts from your lips when his hand reaches between your bodies, his thumb attaching itself to your clit and pushing you right over the edge and into your orgasm. 

He holds your writhing body in his arms, trying desperately not to let the feeling of your walls fluttering around his cock as you cum all over him force him to cum again and he finds himself almost glad when you beg him to slow down, to stop, it’s too much. 

Lifting you up just enough for him to slip out, he lets his lips find yours before taking a few steps forwards to place both of you directly under the shower head. The stream coats you from head to toe as he kisses you, though you’re so breathless that you pull away almost immediately.

And your lips quirk up at the corners at the sight of Sunghoon trying to chase your kiss, his own mouth pushed into a pout when he fails to do so. “You’re so beautiful.” You tell him, struggling to keep the grin off your face.

His plump lips part to wrap around a breathy laugh, his head cocking to the side. “Are you just now noticing?”

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thank you so much for reading !!! i hope you guys enjoyed my last fic of the year, looking forward to the year ahead.. all my love and happy birthday once more to sweet sweet sunghoon <333

[biscuitblinkeu]

Eyes On Me

Fluff • Little Angst

Jennie Kim x Fem!reader -> Requested

Prompt: Jennie is going through pregnancy and has mood swings, she gets jealous when reader pays attention to everyone but her

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“I’m so hungry guys, let’s order something already.” Chaeyoung moaned, falling onto Lisa's lap. You grabbed the phone, “is ordering from the hotpot place okay?” You know Jennie liked the food there.

“Yeah we haven’t had it in a while.” Lisa answered.

“Ugh, I don’t care where, I’m starving, hurry, order the usual, please.”

“Make sure you get chicken.”

“Alright.”

The food arrived about twenty-six minutes later. Miso and Lisa immediately dug into it while you made Jennie a plate. Chaeyoung was still on the couch, going on about how she couldn’t move from how hungry she was.

“Lisa,” she called, said girl hummed in response, chewing on a fry, “feed me—”

“No,” Lisa replied. Chaeyoung whined, “Jisoo?”

“I’m sorry, but chicken is more important. Just haul yourself over here,” she laughed.

“(Y/n)? Pleaseee. I promise I’ll share whatever I’m eating from now on.” She even threw in an offer. Usually she doesn’t share her snacks with you, so of course you accepted.

“Okay, you get five minutes.” Five turned into ten, ten turned into fifteen. Then you remembered Jennie still hadn’t eaten. “I think that’s enough, you can feed yourself now you big baby,” she slapped you on your shoulder, “I have a different baby to attend to,” you sang. You warmed up Jennie’s plate and made your way to your bedroom. Jennie was scrolling on her phone.

You sit the plate on her night table, deciding you would feed her too.

“Here, Love.” She moves her head sharply, almost making you drop the spoon. Her brows are knitted and her lips are pulled in a frown. A pout. She drops her phone.

“No! Why don’t you go feed Rosie? I’m sure she’s hungrier than I am.” Fun fact: Jennie was hungrier. You were guilty.

“I'm sorry, it just didn’t look like Chaeyoung was gonna eat if she had to get up.. But I should’ve prioritized you first. Do you still want to eat?..”

“She gets like that sometimes, and yes I do.”

“Okay, do you want me to….feed you?” Jennie nodded. Jennie ate a couple spoonfuls of the soup and rice before she was done eating for now. You put the food in the refrigerator.

“Can we watch a movie?” She proposed, playing with the cover. You started fluffing out the pillows for Jennie to lay on before grabbing the remote.

“Disney?”

“Yeah,” she grabs your hand, giving it a squeeze, “can you make popcorn too?”

“Your wish is my command.” You say in a funny voice, saluting. She laughs as you run out the room off to the kitchen.

As you put the bag of popcorn in the microwave you were called by Jisoo from the living room. She was playing the Nintendo switch on the tv.

“(Y/n)! I need you to be my player two so I can get this last star,” You could see her struggling to solve a puzzle.

“Oh, I don’t know…the popcorn...plus I’m watching a movie with Jennie—”

“It won’t take long! Please? The popcorn will be done by then.”

“…Alright.”

The popcorn was done, it’s been done but here you are still playing the game. Jennie could hear you and Jisoo’s laughter from the living room. You forgot, again.

Jisoo paused the game and your eyes drifted to the clock on the wall; a little more than half an hour has passed. You got up fast, “Jisoo you said it wouldn’t take long, we’re levels ahead of the one you needed help with!” You went back in the kitchen and opened the microwave. The popcorn was cold and stale.

You returned back to the room, coming face to face with Jennie’s glare. “I got distracted…and now the popcorn is ruined..”

“I could tell, you sounded like you were having fun playing the game.” Her voice was sour. You winced.

“Um… Should I make more?”

“No, don’t bother. I’m sure you’ll get distracted again.” That had you physically recoiling. It stung.

“Why are you so…moody today?”

“Well, you seem to be paying attention to everyone else but me! So I’m sorry for acting the way I am, but I can’t help but feel that way!”

“You’re overreact—” You stop talking, regretting that you would ever accuse her of that. You weren’t the one carrying a baby— you had no idea what she’s going through. You looked ashamed, that’s because you were. You desperately thought of what you could do to correct your words. Though, it was too late. Jennie was angry, even more so, hurt.

“Jennie..”

“Get out.” And you did, right away. Her voice was cold, sending shivers down your spine.

You walked into the living room with a regretful face and heavy heart. The girls noticed, prompting them to look at you.

“Oh oh, I sense trouble in paradise.” Lisa joked, trying to lighten the mood, but you just blankly stared at her. You plopped down on the couch next to Jisoo, sighing dramatically.

“I’m afraid I’ve been spending too much time with you guys, and neglecting my wife because of it.”

“Shit,” Chaeyoung chokes on her food, “we’re sorry, we’ve been distracting you the whole day— we have to apologize to Jennie.”

Jisoo, who was already on her feet and had gone to your bedroom to apologize, retreated back to the living room. “I don’t think she wants company, I’m sensing some murderous intent coming from your room,” she looks at you pointedly, “(Y/n), what did you say to her?”

You told them, and in response you received disappointed looks.

“Okay…well, we’ll help you clean up, but then it’s up to you to make her feel better.” Lisa placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Alright, thank you guys.”

They helped you vacuum, wash the dishes, sweep the kitchen, pick up takeout containers— etc. The house looked ‘spotless’ in the end.

“Thank you so much guys.” You sighed, giving them hugs before they left to go to their own homes. “No problem, take care of Jennie, alright?” You nodded and bid them goodbye.

You took a deep breath before making it to your bedroom. Jennie was laying on her side, her eyes closed. You snuck up to the bed, and laid next to Jennie. Her back was facing you. You itched to hold her in your arms.

A couple minutes went by of you just staring at the backside, watching the pattern of her breaths till you couldn’t take it anymore. You went to wrap your arms around her only to be stopped by Jennie’s voice. She wasn’t asleep after all.

“Go cuddle Lisa.” Jennie scoots away from you and you can’t stop yourself from frowning.

You pull her back into you, placing a kiss to her head and wrapping your arms around her gently. She fights you for a bit, but eventually gives in. She stays quiet and you take it as a chance to apologize.

“That was very wrong of me, Love. I didn’t realize I was being such an idiot. I’m sorry for saying you were overreacting when it was anything but. I love you, you're so strong. I’ll try my hardest to make up for it.” Unbeknownst to you Jennie was smiling, small, but she was. She liked having your attention, finally. You massaged her scalp, knowing she likes that, and continued talking.

“You didn’t eat much earlier. I’ll make you something yummy, hm? Are you craving anything in particular? I can make it, or I can go out and get something.” After a beat Jennie turned around to face you.

You brushed some hair away from her forehead, “there’s my pretty girl.”

“So…”

“Do we have milk ice cream? If not, I don’t want you to go out… Can you hold me?” Jennie's demeanor was bashful.

“We do, and of course I can. I’ll just get your ice cream.” You shuffled off the bed, but a tug on your shirt stopped you, “I love you too. Thank you for apologizing.” You smiled brightly in response.

After you got the ice cream you went back; and with Jennie in your arms you resumed the movie you were supposed to watch earlier.

[itsbrea]

this is my first short story , let me know what you think . Thumbs up or thumbs down

The best friend . 🩵

You know what they say about best friends , “they do everything together” , in this case that’s what these best friends do literally let’s see how it all folds out in the short story best friend .

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Me and my best friend have been best friends since 9th grade year , I’ve never really looked at him nothing more than a friend , or like a homeboy that’s it that’s all but every since we graduated high school and got into college we became even more closer , he has a girlfriend but he always makes time for me literally every time. I have been here way longer so I completely understand , her name is Monica she isn’t much of my friend but she cool ! I don’t have no beef , except this one time she accused me of sleeping with Justin and yeah it’s like she was delusional about the whole thing but anyway yeah to make a long story short she found out we didn’t do anything and she apologized , which I didn’t give a fuck about because I don’t accept apologies when I know I didn’t do anything wrong . Let’s get into the time me and my best friend did actually have sex , and made me cum more than anybody I’ve ever fucked with .

So it was finals week and it was crunch time I hadn’t had much time to do anything , not even give my dog any attention , she was fucking tired of me I laughed to myself , I rolled out of bed and got ready for my classes today , I only got two classes thank god ! I hoped out of the shower and threw on a white fitted tee with just a little of my belly showing , some grey Nike leggings , my Air Force ones , and a light Grey fitted jacket . I threw my hair up in a pony tail , put on my hair store lip gloss the one that complimented my brown skin , and we will talk about my hair another time because even though it hangs to the middle of my back and a good grade I still don’t wanna deal with it ! I was supposed to be meeting up with Justin but I told him I was to busy and he wasn’t having that , so he told me we was gone talk later ! I hated when he did that cause I was always anxious all day long .

Classes ended right at 2:00 pm which made it even better because now I had the freedom to do whatever , I wanted to catch up on some errands I needed done but that could wait I needed to head to Justin before he had a heart attack. It’s like my best friend is super protective over me and sometimes in the back of my mind I think he likes me , but that’s reaching I took out my phone to FaceTime him so I could see where he exactly was because I hate driving to him and it’s always so much going on .

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J: wassup mamas

S: where are you ? Wanna meet up?

J: yeah matter fact meet me at my parents house

S: I’m alllll the way on the other side of town Justinnnnnn I said through my whining lips

J: Skylar I’m not asking you , I’m telling you , stop playing with me

He knew that slightly turned me on when he did and said stuff like that , he clenched his jaws and licked his lips , it’s like I would never cross that line with him but he was so fine these days ! I had to get these thoughts out my head because we are best friends I can’t be thinking about him like that .

S: ugh fine okay I’ll see you in a minute big head !

J: bet , aye you want something from the store

S: skittles and some Funyuns

J: onion breath ass girl , aite bet * clicks off *

I threw my phone in the cup holder and pulled out the lot I’m not sure why it’s so much traffic out but that’s really about to annoy me , see Justin’s parents live like 25 minutes from me and maybe like 30 minutes on a bad day so I wanted to get there before traffic started but shit looks like it beat me , after sitting for about 20 minutes which felt like an hour I finally sped towards Justin’s hoping there wasn’t a cop around because the way I’m driving is illegal I laughed out loud and parked my car, I checked myself before going in my 5’4 frame went well with my slim thick body , my boobs set nice I wear a 44c , and my ass you could see from a mile away I was always blessed with a nice body thanks to my mom . I headed towards Justin’s apartment and knocked on the door , he came to the door and smiled he pulled me in by my arm and closed the door . Justin was 6’2 , dark skin , long pretty curly hair , grills complimented his dark soft skin , nice beard , hard body , and voice so deep and smooth he could get any girl he wanted . He also has good hair because his dad is full Indian , Cherokee to be exact , his mom on the other hand was Jamaican beautiful soul , I love his mom . He had on a white tshirt , grey Nike shorts , Nike socks , and some white forces I’m sure , they weren’t on his feet but I’m sure that’s what completed his fit . His hair hung loosely over his shoulders and out of his face , he just looked so fucking good today like he dressed up nice just for me , I’m reaching again let me relax I’m all over the place

“Come here”, Justin said as he grabbed me by my waist he always grabbed me like this so it wasn’t uncomfortable for me at all , I actually loved when he pulled me close he smelled so good , I put my arms around his neck and he caressed my ass , yes he love feeling on my fat ass and most of the time I would let him , today he was making me horny “Justinnnn, stop” I said as I bit my lip from moaning , he picked me up and put me on the counter he looked up at me and grabbed my waist I tilted my body back a little and showed off my figure even more , he licked his lips at me like he wanted to eat me off the bone

S: why you looking at me like that ? I said as I laughed

J: because I fucking can , nigga where tf you been? MIA and shit , been to busy and shit you better make time for me sky damn

S: okay I promise best friend , Ive just been busy asf with homework and classes we can go do lunch or something tomorrow .

J: that’s a bet he said as he massaged the side of my neck

S: justinnnn , ssss stop , fuck . my eyes almost went to the back of my head

Justin was really acting weird like he wanted to fuck or something and he knew that wasn’t happening I’m use to his flirty ways but he knows if he wants to do anything he has to be single period I know what y’all thinking but isn’t he your best friend , yes I know we just got that bond . I tilted my head looking at him and scrunched my nose up “get away from me crazy” I said laughing as i hopped off the counter onto the floor , I took off running towards his room and ran in the closet he always wanna play and shit .

J: *out of breath* sky why you always wanna play man , skkkkkyyyyy

I jumped out & scared the living shit out of him it was soooo funny ! He picked me up and threw me on the bed , which kinda hurt “stop fucking playing with me skylar before I fuck you up in here” he said as he went towards the bathroom , his house was like one of those mansions you seen on a movie , super sweet space , and his bedroom was just as big , I got up and went behind him , “what did you want to talk about so bad” I said as I hopped on the counter beside him as he threw his hair up in a man bun , he adjusted his stance and turned towards me , “remember when we were at the party couple nights ago, and you was all up on Jarell?” I looked confused because what did that have anything to do with it , I shook my head yeah

***********

S: yeah so? Why you mentioning that ?

J: because tf you doing all up on him for grinding your shit all up on him

S: J ITS NOT THAT SERIOUS

J: aight imma let it go

Justin never gets mad about little shit like that , he’s obviously jealous because it’s one of his friends I apologized and laid across his bed , Justin was walking across the room and locked the door I looked over because what is he doing , he came back towards me & told me to take my leggings and panties off I gasped because he ain’t never told me nothing like that before , I got up and looked at him half crazy

S: excuse me? Lol

J: you heard what the fuck I said sky , he said as he stood over me

S: bu..buuuut what about Monica ?

J: I’m not worried about her right now , take them panties off before I do it for you

I stood up and slid my leggings and thongs down exposing my waxed vagina to him , he licked his lips and grabbed me by my waist and pulled me on top of him we switched positions now he was on top of me taking off my shirt leaving me in just my bra , he kissed on my neck and massaged my clit while he did it , I was in heaven because I never thought we would be doing this , “fuck Justinnnn” I said as I moaned out and tried to move his hand , “move your fucking hand , stop playing with me” he continued to massage my clit till I came , he kissed down my stomach which made my body jump something serious because his tongue and lips felt so fucking good ! His warm tongue flicked and sucked on my clit as my body shivered from the orgasm I knew was about to come , “ omg justinnnn , fuck I’m about to cum please” I said as I slid my pussy across his lips . “Mmhm , nut all on daddy tongue” he said as he kept flicking his tongue fuck I was Cummin all over him. He came up and tongue kissed me while his hand was around my neck , “pussy taste so fucking good, got damn and it’s fat and wet sheesh” Justin said as he bent me over and rubbed oil all on my fat ass , he smacked my ass so hard I think he was tryna get back at me for being buddy buddy with his home boy . “Ouah, that hurt” I made a face at him, he told me to shut the fuck up and don’t worry about it, he laid up against the headboard and stroked his big long chocolate dick I drooled over it faithfully. I bent over and took him in my mouth sucking the tip first circling my tongue around his tip till he shoves it in my throat I opened my mouth a little wider sliding my tongue up and down on his dick as I sucked even harder my mouth was just getting more wet. “Mmm, ssss come here bend that ass over right here mhm just like that mama” I got in my best from the back position and he slide his 8in dick in me , I gasped because it felt so good going in he was fucking me so good I started crying

J: yeah next time you’ll keep your hands to yourself right? Right? Stop playing with me sky

S: *whimpers* I’m sorrrrrrrry daddy, fuck fuck I will keep my hands to myself ouahhhh

J:fuck your sorry , fuck that sorry he said as he pushed my head into the pillow , yeah I’ll tear this pussy up every time you disobey me you hear me mmm, shit

S : omgggggg fuck im about to cum daddy please I said as I closed my eyes

He turned me over into missionary and scooted me to the edge of the bed , he rubbed my clit as he fucked me so good , he finally nutted on my pussy and walked to the bathroom

I laid there just stuck because he turned me every way but loose that was the best time I’ve ever had .

J: that’s my pussy if I want it to be he said as he came back behind me

S : it can be , you fucked me so good Justin wtf

J : I’m that nigga stop playing with me , it’s mine I ain asking mo

S: boooooy , I said laughing out loud I only laughed cause he was serious

So from that point on me and my best friend were more than just that , & we continued to pursue whatever we wanted , talk about being best friends .

[hummingbirdswords]

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[an-annyeoing-writer]

vampire!Baekyun x Reader: sweet lies.

Word count: 5980

Date of release: 21.08.2022

Rating: +16

Genre: angst

Warning: blood, murder & violence

One day I'll learn how to make quality moodboards for my fics

The day is not today

How many more lies will you have to tell, before you realize that you don’t know what’s the truth anymore?

How much longer will you throw spells that mean nothing, tangled with whispers that mean the world?

*

“Are you home, yet?”

“Mhm, waiting for you, hurry, I’m hungry” voice in the speaker replies to her question. She huffs.

“I got the takeout.”

“I know, that’s why I’m telling you to hurry.”

“Rude!”

He only laughs in response and she can’t help but laugh a little too.

“I have an impression you’re using me just for the food.”

“How could you say that, I’m actually starving here…!” His fake hurt voice turns into a loud whine.

“Ugh, enough, enough, I’ll be there in a few, hanging up!”

“Hurry, please!”

*

Evenings are the time when all the tension from the day finally unwinds, and the moment she walks through the door of their shared apartment, she already feels like throwing all of her clothes off and climbing into the warm bed – it is early spring and the bright sun tempted her to dress lighter things, but when evenings came around, it was suddenly all winter-y again, and her light scarf and trench coat wouldn’t protect her so well anymore.

“I’m back!” she yells, so that her voice can break through the obnoxious sound of video games coming from the living room. She takes her outwear off and hangs it in the hall, stepping into the room next. The boy sitting on the couch doesn’t notice her just yet, busy with the flashing of the screen and the controller in his hands. “You’re pathetic.”

He turns his head towards her and his face brightens up. He pauses the game without a second thought.

“Hello~”

“Have you really been playing all day long? Have you eaten anything at all? You parasite.”

“I worked, I promise.” He stands up from the couch, walking towards her.

“The takeout is in the kitchen” she nods towards the other end of their shared apartment.

“I know, I know. You had a long day, come here.” His hands wrap around her wrists, pulling her towards the couch. “You’re cold. You need to dress better. Or start working from home like me” he purrs once she finally takes the place on the couch, next to him.

His one arm wraps around her bare shoulders, the other reaching to the side for a blanket he was lying under until now, still warm from his own body’s warmth. Soon, the blanket is wrapped around her silhouette and she leans into the man’s chest, accepting without a question his care and effort in helping her relax.

“How was your day?”

“So tiring… What time is it even?”

“Like seven. They did keep you longer, huh?”

“Not much, but the takeout took a while too” she explains, burying her face in the man’s shoulder. Takeout was his idea, after all; he messaged her as she was about to finish her shift, to go pick up some food that she likes. Nonetheless, nothing felt quite as nice as evenings together – tension unbinding, fatigue slowly taking over. “What about you?”

“I haven’t had much work actually, got everything done fast.”

“Lucky. Why didn’t you make food?”

“Lazy.”

“Figures. What would you do without me, hm?”

“Starve to death” he replies simply. His arms wrap around her once more, bringing her between his legs as he shifts, sitting now sideways with his feet on the couch as well and her back to him this time. She leans backwards, and he puts head in the crook of her neck, bringing her even closer. She only laughs gently – his warmth feels relieving, and she fully relaxes.

“Are we gonna get the takeout? I’m starving” she whines. “It’s nicer to cuddle when we’re not starving.”

“Soon, love.”

“Baek…?”

 She doesn’t move when she feels sudden pain in the nape of her neck, like prickling – intense sensation gathered in one point, instantly paralyzing her nerves, spreading from neck to the tips of her fingers. Is it sudden fear that paralyzes her, overwhelming her right away, or is it the pain itself, coming from an unknown source?

“B-Baekhyun…” she whimpers pathetically, confused; her breath hitches – panic urges her to breathe faster, paralysis forbids her from doing so, and it sends her head spinning as her body finally gives in, collapsing into his arms, a weak groan escaping her lips as she slowly starts regaining control over her body. “B-Baek…”

“Shhh.”

The man switches positions, leaving her laying on the couch, and then hovers above her, lifting her chin and making her look at him. His eyes shine red – she sees that briefly, and it’s enough. Her thoughts dissolve.

“That’s it. That’s okay. Everything’s alright. Nothing’s wrong.”

He pulls her up by her arms, making her weak body rest against the sofa’s back. Her breath is shallow.

“Stay here.”

Everything is awfully slow, and things don’t make any sense as she sits there, staring at the wall blankly until Baekhyun’s silhouette arises in front of her again.

“Eat.”

He picks up a fork from the takeout she brought and patiently feeds her as her consciousness slowly, slowly fades, and as her movements become so sluggish that she can’t find it in herself to chew on the food anymore. Eventually, he lays her down on the couch, wraps in the blanket, and the cue is enough for her to slip away completely.

*

Blood is dripping slowly from his chin and onto the white shirt he’s wearing. He sits in the armchair of the living room, staring blankly at the girl lying motionlessly on the couch. She’s pale and weak, but her sleep is peaceful, nothing disturbs her now, and neither is he going to wake her up anytime soon. He doesn’t care enough to stand up from his seat to begin with, he doesn’t even care about the blood that will be so difficult to get out of the shirt later. At least he knows by now that having a bottle of hydrogen peroxide at hand is not something only girls may use for their own inconveniences.

His phone vibrates and he jumps slightly at the sensation on his thigh. Retrieving the device from his pocket, he stares at the caller’s ID for a few long seconds before putting the phone back down and letting the sound die out after a few moments. It’s something unimportant and it doesn’t faze him, but it managed to pull him out of the post-feeding daze and he’s ready to get off the armchair and do something, anything.

His thirst is quenched, but his conscience is not.

The girl on the couch whimpers in her dream, and he glares at her.

“I don’t love you. Stop whining. You’re just food” he spits out the words, getting more frustrated with every single one that leaves his mouth. “I’m just using you. You’re so stupid.”

He feels safer as he speaks the words; safer from the feelings he ought not to have, safer from what could potentially happen if he acknowledged their existence. But it doesn’t make him feel better at all, because it’s simply wrong and everything consists of lies that just won’t become reality no matter how much he tries to make them so.

*

The morning wakes her up with a soaring headache. She has only her underwear on, and the bra’s underwires are digging in uncomfortably after a whole night of sleeping in the garment. She is cold – she never really sleeps without pajamas on or anything else to provide her with some warmth, and the duvet she is covered with was not enough. She shivers slightly; truthfully, her body struggles keeping warm, so the first thing she does is walk to the nearest closet and take out a hoodie – Baekhyun’s warm one that reaches over her thighs, providing her with some extra warmth that her smaller sized ones don’t. She takes the bra off, too. Full comfort.

She glances at the clock on the wall. It’s almost 10 AM, but she briefly remembers that today is a day off, so she doesn’t need to hurry to work. She leaves the room, following the brief sound of clicking.

Baekhyun sits in the living room, laptop spread over his lap, probably working. He glances in her direction as soon as he spots her in the door, taking in her appearance. His brow lifts slightly at the sight of his own attire.

“Hello” she mumbles hoarsely.

“Hi there.” He makes a few more clicks and puts the laptop down, getting up. “You cold?”

“Yeah, did you undress me?”

“You fell asleep as soon as you sat down on the couch” he laughs quietly. His voice and motions are a bit slow and careful, as if not to startle her. “Did you sleep well?”

“I don’t think so. I’m cold and my head hurts.”

“Ah, is that so.”

“Maybe I caught a cold yesterday.” She briefly recalls it being fairly cold on her way back home. It must have been the cause.

“Come, I’ll fix you a breakfast, you really don’t look good.”

“I may look even worse if I eat something that you cook, but I’ll appreciate a tea.”

He rolls his eyes, but she quickly pecks his cheek and it’s enough to win him over, because the next moment he’s already on his way to the kitchen, taking whatever is needed to prepare tea and at least support her in the making of her own breakfast.

“Are you listening to me?”

She wasn’t.

She lifts her gaze from over the vegetables she is chopping for a sandwich. She, truly, did not hear a word until he raised his voice to catch her attention. She holds the knife in the air as she looks up.

“I asked if you have work today. You should take a day off” he speaks, observing her intently.

“Oh. I don’t. I would have been on my way already if I had, so it’s okay. I’ll take it easy today so I should feel alright by tomorrow.”

He scrunches his eyebrows as he watches her fiddle with the knife. Her movements are slow and sluggish, causing her to almost cut herself once or twice. He won’t be having that.

“Okay, put it down, you can barely stand. Sit down, I’ll do it.”

She doesn’t oppose. Her headache got only worse in the meantime, so as soon as she sits down on the chair, her head rests on the kitchen table’s surface and she starts to doze off again. A soft “cling” sound of a plate being put in front of her wakes her up, along with a cup of tea and small pill of – assumably – cold medicine that she doesn’t question before gobbling up and drinking over with half of the cup’s contents. The sandwich made by Baekhyun doesn’t taste half as bad as she expected it to. Putting a few vegetables and other ingredients together probably wasn’t as complicated as she initially thought.

“Why are you still here? Don’t you have work?” she grumbles, munching on the bread at a sluggish pace. Baekhyun, leaning against the cupboard behind his back with his arms crossed, just watched her silently until now.

“I can do it later. I’m putting you back to bed as soon as you’re done.”

“I know where my bed is, thank you very much. If you want to help me, be so kind and find my pants.”

“And a hoodie.”

“No need, I already have one.” She grins sneakily. She knows he values his hoodies, but clearly her wearing them is not enough of a blasphemy for him to get upset. Nonetheless, he can’t understand why she wouldn’t wear her own. He probably doesn’t have this possessive spirit men sometimes do – she thinks – but it is enough that she alone enjoys the gesture.

“Well, fine. Either way, you should take it easy.”

“Did I mention I’m really thankful you’re here?”

He raises his eyebrow, staring at her blankly.

“I don’t imagine making the dinner in this state. So that’s on you” she laughs softly. “Seriously though, thank you for caring for me.” The words sound a bit awkward, spoken so out of context, but she’s sure that they wouldn’t be misunderstood.

But Baekhyun only stares at her for the next few moments, then nods slowly, pushing himself off the cupboard and going to leave the kitchen.

“Baekhyun? Is everything alright? Did I say something wrong?” She pushes yourself off the chair and walks behind him as fast as her pitiful shape allows her to.

In the hall, she sees him put on shoes and reach to his jacket.

“Where are you going?” She stands there, taken aback, feeling an unpleasant pang in her chest. Did she really say something wrong? Why was he so silent all of sudden?

“Just need to go out, sorry. I’ll make the dinner when I’m back.”

No more is spoken as he turns around and leaves without another word. She stares at the door for the next few minutes, trying to comprehend what happened, until her legs start to tremble from cold and weariness, and she finds herself shambling to the bedroom and burying herself among the sheets, trying to keep at least a little bit of warmth to herself.

Fortunately, fatigue saves her from overthinking what just happened, and she falls asleep, still shaking from cold, but at least finally managing to relax.

*

“What’s your goal for the future, Byun Baekhyun? You’re gonna stay alive for the next few hundreds of years. It’s worth having a plan.”

“That’s silly. You can’t get stable with life if you have to live so long. No one will live with you that long anyway.”

“He’s right. We can only be hedonists.”

The bartender watches the three men silently, including the newcomer who just joined them with the last sentence. Now the three sit together, two – sipping on some low-alcoholic drink, and the third one – on water he just asked the bartender to deliver.

“Hello, Sehun.”

“I’m not a hedonist” Baekhyun argues.

“Why?” the first man asks another question. His name is Junmeyon and, as the oldest one of them, he always seems to be the most reasonable, as well as the most curious, endlessly seeking reasons and answers.

Baekhyun shrugs.

“I just want to be comfortable. I’ve had enough fun in my life. I just don’t want to put effort anymore.”

“Why not plan, then?”

“What is worth planning, anyway?”

Junmyeon shrugs.

“Well, what do you value?”

“And what if I don’t value anything?”

“Then I think it’s called depression” the bartender suddenly speaks, his eyes not leaving the silver shaker he’s currently wiping.

There’s a silence between them that lasts for a few moments that they spend just pondering over their drinks, blankly letting them sit in their glasses, occasionally taking sips.

The silence is broken by the man who came last.

“Something’s eating at you” he speaks, lifting his eyebrow and piercing his friend with his stare, as if he could get to know his thoughts just like that.

Baekhyun huffs instantly.

“I haven’t had a good meal in a while, honestly. That’s the downside of leaving conveniently. You don’t get too much variety” he sighs.

The other men stare at him, no words spoken for a few moments, but worry clear on their faces, contrasting with the nonchalant posture that Baekhyun is trying to take on.

“Is everything good between you and [F/n]?” Junmyeon suddenly asks.

Baekhyun rolls his eyes.

“Clearly, not. I’m getting bored of the same taste over and over, maybe it’s the time to find a new one” he shrugs, but his tone makes it clear that he’s getting angrier with every second of the uncomfortable conversation.

None of his friends seem to take his words seriously, but his tone still unsettles them. After some dozens of years spent together, one just knows when their friend is struggling, no matter how much he’s trying to hide it even from himself.

They have no idea what to say, though. They know that if they tried to speak to him directly about what they think, he simply wouldn’t have that. They want to help – it is just not the right time to attempt. At least not in a straightforward manner. So they let the words just pass by, followed by another silence, letting the man dwell on what he has said, and maybe make a conclusion of sort, if only he was not too stubborn to acknowledge his pitiful situation.

That is, until he speaks again, tone low and lifeless.

“Maybe I should just get rid of her.”

Their hearts break, although they don’t know if his decision is genuine. Either way, they conclude, they need to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. Because they know that if he was to hurt her, he’d hurt himself thousand times more.

He pushes himself off the bar counter, his drink abandoned, throws a banknote onto the counter without thinking too much of its value, and walks towards the exist. The men stare silently at his back, but neither of them dares to stop him.

They do, however, want to help him.

*

She wakes up in the late afternoon with a disappointing realization that she is in the apartment all alone. Physically, she feels way better – enough so that she walks through all the rooms just to make sure. But his shoes and jacket are gone, just as when he left hours ago. There is no dinner for her – obviously, he must have been gone all this time. She reaches to her phone and calls the number she remembers by heart already.

“Baek? Are you okay?”

There’s a sound of music on the other side and she frowns slightly.

“I’m good, [F/n]” he speaks emotionlessly.

“Who’s this?” she hears a feminine voice in his background and her heart thumps unpleasantly.

“B-Baek…? Where are you…?”

He doesn’t answer for a few moments, and she feels tears dwell in her eyes, realizing he’s not going to give her the answer she will like.

“Just hanging out. I’ll be home later” he speaks nonchalantly, in a way that makes her heart crumble. Her thoughts are a mess, and nothing makes sense. Is it her fault? Has she enraged him? Why would he do that to her…?

Didn’t he say he loves her?

Before she can say anything more, he hangs up, and she’s left trembling, the fatigue coming back with full force and she stumbles drowsily onto the couch. There’s no strength left in her, and she just wishes it was just a bad dream.

*

It must be around 2 in the morning when he lays in the bed of the girl he met at the club.

The girl lies next to him. Motionless, with her eyes closed, as though in a peaceful sleep.

But her carotid artery is ripped open, and small remains of blood that he didn’t drink are splattered around. Blood covers him too, even tighter than the bed’s turquoise duvet does. He inhales its scent calmly, rolling over to his side, facing the window rather than her body.

He’s cold, and hungry. He should not feel the temperature, and his stomach is full of amounts of blood he doesn’t get daily. But he’s shivering, realization of what he’s done sinking in so slowly that he pulls the bloodied duvet over his head, trying to drown out the intrusive thoughts.

He just wanted someone new to quench his thirst with. A new taste, a variety, something of better quality, not of an overworked girl that’s been used by him for months, to the point of her blood having no taste whatsoever.

But this doesn’t even taste like blood, it’s like a poison to his tongue. He only feels worse now.

He tries to reason. Maybe she was sick, or too drunk, or maybe they’ve had too much of things other than alcohol, spoiling her blood utterly. He’ll need to take that into consideration next time.

Yes, next time it’ll be better. Next time he won’t kill anyone for no reason, he’ll just quench his thirst, erase his prey’s memories and move on. Or keep dating them for as long as their blood tastes good enough.

But he’s scared of himself now. He’s not a killer – or, at the very least, he doesn’t want to perceive himself as such. But he’s now starting to doubt it. What has he become?

And then his thoughts go to you.

Isn’t it your fault? If only you let him feed on you like he used to, not speaking a word, not playing with his mind with your dumb words that held no value. Honestly, he’s too good – he felt so much pity to you when you said it, that he just needed to let his emotions out. He’s mindful and considerate, not reacting harshly right away. You’ve been good to him for quite a while, so he didn’t take his anger out on you. But now this girl is dead, and it’s your fault.

He pushes himself off the bed, standing on his shaky legs and stumbling through the apartment.

But he didn’t know that she would die. Did you? Did you use him like that? He can’t have that.

You’re so evil, [F/n], he can’t let you off the hook now. He can’t let you use him anymore, nor anyone else. It’s for the greater good, and for the justice.

The justice must happen, he decides. With his body covered with the anonymous girl’s blood, he stumbles out of her ruined apartment.

*

She feels restless – after the whole day spent in bed, the sleep simply won’t come anymore, although the tiredness is still so strong. She stays in her bed alone, so many thoughts rush through her mind, and the migraine is so strong that she can’t help but sob quietly from pain. It’s too much – the physical and emotional pain at once, putting her in agony altogether.

She realizes she won’t fall asleep like this. They never owned too much medicine; Baekhyun would always give her the same pills whenever she felt sick or overworked, and she briefly recalls that the one he gave her earlier was the last one in the box, because she saw him threw it out after. But it wasn’t a headache medicine anyway, and she doubts she has any of these left. But there’s a gas station nearby and she needs to get up to work tomorrow – she can’t afford a sleepless night when feeling so terrible like this.

The thought of going to work is somewhat relieving. At work, she’ll have things to focus on. Things that aren’t Baekhyun, that aren’t related to what she’s going through, things that will provide her with long-term survival and she simply yearns for them to distract her for good.

She manages to slip a jacket on, her sweatpants and shirt good enough to go out in, although technically her sleeping attire – she doesn’t think anyone will notice. She actually doubts there will be anyone to notice but the gas station’s single employee. It’s 3 AM.

She throws on a jacket, knowing how cold it may be outside at this time, and makes her way out into the darkness.

*

Out of all the ideas that they had in their exceptionally long lives, that must be one of the most dangerous and possibly most stupid ones. At the same time, after weighing the possibility of a positive outcome, opposed to the tool it will have on their friend otherwise, they felt adamant on making it happen.

Sehun and Jongin are not, after all, the most responsible people, but what they do, is to worry and care for their friend. There’s very few true friends that vampires make during their lifetimes, and each single one is worth risking it all for.

Sehun watches Baekhyun’s apartment in silence. They live on the first floor, so from the nearby bench he can actually see the inside. Maybe not too clearly, but with his particularly good hearing he can tell what’s happening inside just by the sound of it.

And not much is happening. He can tell the girl got out of bed a few times, but then went back to sleep. Her steps were heavy, her face – pale, head hanging low. He lets out a sigh – he has no way of saying what has his friend done, but he doesn’t doubt that something bad did, in fact, happen.

His phone vibrates and he reaches to see it. Jongin’s number pops up on the screen, and Sehun picks it up without hesitation.

“What’s up?”

There’s a silence on the other side, so he wonders for a moment, was it a wrong call? But his friend’s breath on the other side is heavy, and he knows – something is wrong.

“Jongin?”

“Get her out. She can’t stay in there. He’s gonna kill her. Holy hell, Sehun, he…”

“Woah, man, calm down and tell me what happened.”

The words won’t get through the other’s throat, and the silence continues again. Sehun is starting to get nervous.

“I-I can’t. Just. Fuck, Sehun, please, get her the hell out of there. He’ll be there soon.”

Thoughts are racing through his mind, imagining all the possible scenarios that took place prior to the call. Did Baekhyun notice he’s being watched? Or did he do something stupid? The panic in Jongin’s voice was evident and Sehun hasn’t seen him this distraught in the past few decades.

The point of the conversation is, however, still clear, and Sehun knows he can’t waste a second now. He gets up from his seat and, like on a command, he sees the lights turn on in the first floor apartment. He listens attentively to the sounds coming from the inside, blending with other sounds of the surroundings – soon, he realizes, the shuffling of nylon hints to her putting on a jacket. Is she going out? He looks around; whenever Baekhyun will come here, he needs to be first. Hopefully, she leaves soon.

He wonders, where could she be going at this hour – did he call her to lure her out? Hopefully it doesn’t mean he’s nearby yet. Sehun is nervous, the realization of time limit is starting to sink in.

And finally, the girl comes out of the apartment, he hears her steps in the corridor, and soon she’s out, blissfully unaware of his presence in the dark.

He wants to make sure there’s no one nearby, although if Baekhyun came, he certainly wouldn’t mistake the sound with another human’s. But he also wants to know, where she’s heading.

But it doesn’t matter. Too much time has already passed on waiting. He needs to act. So he walks behind her; how to even do it, really? He has no doubt no one in their sane mind would follow a stranger in the middle of night. But he’s a vampire, he’ll not ask for consent. His conscience will remain clear, because he knows it’s for the girl’s safety.

He touches her shoulder from behind, making her gasp in shock and fear, flinch away from him instantly.

“Hello” he speaks. The girl starts backing off – reasonably so, arms wrapping around herself defensively. “I’m sorry, but I need you to come with me.”

Her eyes widen and she turns around, about to start running, but he’s faster – he catches her upper arm, pulling her backwards as gently as only possible, although he needs to put in enough strength for her to realize she has no choice.

He doesn’t want to go further than that – if only she knew him and trusted him. But he’s only ever seen her from afar and in social media pictures, they never had a chance to meet.

“Calm down. I’m Baekhyun’s friend.” He hopes that it sparkles trust in her, but all she does is tremble slightly, looking around in panic to seek help. He pulls on her arm, making her look at him instead. “You can trust me.”

“Oh, really.”

The new voice sounds nearby, making the two snap their heads up.

All the remaining color leaves her face; she’s paralyzed, frozen to the ground, staring in utter shock at the newcomer’s silhouette.

Baekhyun’s eyes are darker than she’s ever seen before, his posture – ominous, slightly hunched, like a wolf that’s ready to pounce on its prey. But, what catches most of her attention, is the dark liquid that covers him head to toe, splattered over his face, otherwise white shirt, every other surface that she can tell apart from the surroundings. He stands in the dim light of the street lamp and she can vaguely tell that the liquid is red. Her knees start shaking.

He steps forward – the man whom she loves, but who hurt her and whom she doesn’t know whether she can trust anymore. But neither can she trust the stranger that’s next to her, and she starts backing away from either of them, her thoughts running rapidly.

Baekhyun’s attention is not on her now though, he’s glaring daggers into his friend.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Sehun’s thoughts are racing too; there’s no good solution. There’s no many options to begin with. But he wants this to end – so he picks the worst one.

Stepping towards the girl, he grabs her arm before she can protest, pulling her to himself.

“You said you’re going to get rid of her. Isn’t she useless to you?” his lips curl into a fake smirk.

Baekhyun scowls.

“And what does it have to do with you?”

“I wouldn’t mind some variety, too.”

He doesn’t wait for Baekhyun to react; he pulls the girl into his chest and bites into her shoulder. His teeth sink into her flesh without any resistance, and they go in deep. A scream echoes into the night, although weak and short-living. Warm blood hits his tongue – it tastes good, but he’s not focused on it in the slightest now, keeping his instincts at bay, staying conscious of his surroundings instead.

Baekhyun launches himself at him – them – and he easily dodges to the side, pulling the girl along.

“Come on, Baekhyunie, will you really be selfish like that?”

She lets out a whimper, her gaze barely grabbing focus, her limbs flaying, trying to get him off herself – too weakly for it to be of any success.

“Let me do the job for you.”

 His hand is on her head, pushing it to the side so harshly that with just a bit more strength, he could tear it off. Without breaking eye contact with his friend, he dives his teeth into her neck now.

“Stop it, Sehun…” Baekhyun’s voice quivers.

“Come on, Baekhyunie” he mocks. “Just let me kill her.”

The girl sobs quietly, but her legs give in and Sehun has to hold her up in his arms. She’s barely conscious, blood loss and nerves taking a tool on her body and senses. And Sehun knows – he’s so close to overdoing it. Hang on, [F/n], he thinks. Just a moment longer.

“Let’s just get it over with” he adds. Baring his teeth, he sinks into her one last time, knowing so well that she’s too weak to try and fight him anymore. At the corner of his vision, he sees Baekhyun’s face – no anger on it anymore. Fear and confusion takes place instead. The girl’s blood tastes so good now that he doesn’t want to let it go. Her body is limp.

He doesn’t even have enough time to react when a force suddenly pushes into him, knocking him off the feet, as if he was hit by a truck. However, it’s not a truck, but Baekhyun himself, his arms wrapped around the small body on the ground, his own – trembling uncontrollably. He pulls her into his chest, no words coming out of his mouth but small sobs. He holds her close.

“Don’t you dare…” he utters with a shaky voice. “Don’t you fucking dare leave me…”

Sehun’s eyes widen.

She is so pale.

*

Baekhyun sits on the couch of his apartment, a small, unconscious silhouette is held securely in his arms, close to his chest, a blanket wrapped around it. Her pulse is weak, but it’s there, he thinks with relief, but he closes his eyes when putting face in the crook of her neck, listening to it to calm himself down.

He almost lost her.

He almost was the one who made it happen.

Guilt and fear gnaw at him. He feels terrible in every possible way. Tears kept running down his face long after they took care of her, and, although they told him she should be left to rest, he couldn’t force himself to let go of her now. He feels like a monster, but he doesn’t want to be alone.

Sehun, Jongin, and even Junmyeon sit in his apartment as well; he supposes they want to make sure everything will end up well.

But it won’t. He can’t take back what he’s done.

It’s hours later, once the sun has already picked up from the horizon, when he feels her move for the first time; just stirring a bit in his lap, but his attention is on her instantly, pulling away from her just a bit, to have a look at her face.

She wakes up.

She’s so weak that she can’t hold herself up. She has no idea what her body has gone through, but maybe it’s better for her. She’s confused and fearful. When her eyes meet his own, she falters.

“Hey…” he speaks softly. Does she remember what happened?

Her breath hitches, she vaguely tries to push him off. His heart breaks, but he knows. He hates himself for what he’s about to do.

“Everything’s okay. You’re okay now.”

His voice has never been this calm and careful, as if fearing than one tone higher could scare her to death.

But she’s too weak to even cry. At the very least, though, she can hear him, and see him, and that’s all that matters now.

He cups her cheek, bringing her face slightly forward, making her look at him, straight into his eyes, shining red. She’s too weak to protest. His fingers gently brush the side of her lip.

“Everything’s alright. Nothing’s wrong.”

His lips always repeat this phrase, like a lullaby. Once again, he knows he needs to put her down to sleep.

“You’re safe, and no one can hurt you. I’d never hurt you. I’d never betray you.”

She lets him enchant her, lets him control her thoughts, even memories. She lets him take away the pain, fear and disappointment, and all the memories that caused her to doubt.

However, Baekhyun knows – he deserved for her to doubt him, hate him even. He’s still a monster, a parasite, the humanity’s foe. He’s a vampire, and his very life depends on draining her own away.

But if she knew all that he knows, and if she knew what he’s done, she’d never be able to see the world the same as before. So he takes that weight away from her shoulders, and puts it on his own, knowing that for as long as she lives, he’ll be living through this day over and over again, and he’ll keep hurting her to quench his thirst, only to then selfishly erase her memory and take care of her after, and she’ll think how lucky she is to have such a caring partner at her side.

And, although his life has been reduced to a lie, Baekhyun knows that enduring it is the only way to keep you by his side.

And maybe, just maybe, one day, the lie of innocent and flawless love will become his truth.

Yooo I'm actually quite proud of this, vampire!Baek will always be deep in my heart. Honestly, if you know any other vamp!EXO fics, I'll appreciate recommendations!

Hope you enjoyed this piece! And if so, please consider reblogging it or leaving some feedback! Have a good day!

[n1k1tty]

kiss me ! part 1

jake was definitely head over heals for your cold personality, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you. but heres the problem: he couldn't find a single way to keep a conversation with you. despite your scary demeanour, jake decides to man up and does everything out of his will to get you.

fluff, jake x reader, (not proofread)

jake was frustrated to know that many guys have been after you the second you stepped in that classroom doing the bare minimum.

hearing ‘wanna grab lunch with me?’ here and there somehow always made him ball his fist to prevent himself from being a problem. yet again he couldn’t blame other people for wanting to ask you out either. he even sometimes wished that you had rejected him so he could move on. although of course he didn’t really mean that.

because now he was wandering around the school looking for you while he was on a “bathroom break” during his soccer practice. he knew you always liked to stay at the school rooftops admiring the view while listening to music. not like he was stalking you or anything...

you turn your head to look at the person at the door "you again? when are you going to leave me alone? pervert" you scoff, kicking the little pieces of rocks as you avoid jakes eyes. it was almost the millionth time you've seen jake this day, and it was always for the same reason, to piss you off, well more like ask you out --which still pisses you off.

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

you weren't one to believe in love, or maybe just not yet. because you weren't even sure if you were capable enough to love someone. even the thought of having to be so sweet and touchy with each other grossed you out, and of all people, jake especially knew that. so why was he so determined to get you to fall in love with him?

"hmmm maybe never?" jake chuckles at the sight of you rolling your eyes "then i'll move schools --countries if that's what takes for you to leave me alone" as you turn around and face him, eyes widened at the thin space between the both of you "and maybe i'll find you"

you raise your eyebrows "well that's borderline criminal act" you wander off "now sim jaeyun i think it's best for you to leave before you add up to my anger --i mean you already are. but wouldn't that be horrible?" jake's eyes follow you as you drag your feet "not really" he states "you're hot when you're mad"

you scoff out of disbelief, hitting him hard on his arm, looking away almost immediately as you trying to hide your heated face "shut up before i'll push you off this building" letting go of the grip you once had on his collar, "alright, alright sorry ma'am. but if you're really mad for whatever reason, come with me. i'll take you to a place" he suggests, offering his hand for you to take "you should be happy. i normally wouldn't even consider letting anyone know about my spot" he shoots you a grin

you take time trying to consider his offer, but as much as you don't want to stroke his ego about convincing you to go with him, you really needed something to release your anger "as long as you shut up about this" you give him a side glance "no promises" he sends a wink your way "ugh, fine"

he gently takes your hand as he drags you out of the school "can you jump over the wall?" jake looks at your flustered face "....no..?" you answer, making a line with your lips, causing him to let out a small chuckle "okay cutie, i'll help you up" you cringe at the nickname "call me that again and i'll break your neck" you step on his knee as he tries to boost you up "yeah that's right, keep going"

but as jake looks up he couldn't help but feel flustered, looking away "i made it!" you pant, hands resting on your knees as you wait for jake to come up as well. but after a few seconds of not hearing him, you call out his name, peaking your head over the wall "jake? i swear to god if you leave me out here i'm killing you"

"n-no i didn't leave you" he stutters, trying to collect himself from being a flustered mess "then come up here! the sun is setting, you wouldn't want to miss it"

"y-yeah it's just that i uh, i saw.....your....you know?" he explains, his hands not knowing what to do "you saw my what!?" you shrieked "no no it's okay i looked away!" he reassures you "ugh, just- just come up here!" you yell, already walking ahead as you try to cool down your heating face "so pink aye?" jake jokes, catching up to you

"SIM JAEYUN!" you yell, kicking him on his ass "ow! okay sorry!"

jake was resting his head on his hands, watching as you play with the small puddle while watching the sunset, not even an hour in, jake panics as he sees the amount of missed calls from riki "oh shit! my soccer practice!"

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the following days after that, almost everything remained the same, jake continuously teasing and flirting with you, you getting in trouble for the littlest things, never coming home until the latest of the hour. but yet again, almost everything remained the same

you were now in denial of your feelings towards sim jaeyun. it would hurt too much of your pride to actually admit it, because after all, you've always told sim jaeyun you hated him.

you groan "jake, there's a reason why i'm failing english, okay? just accept the fact that i'm the worst" you bury your head on the pages of your book, seated across jake at the back of the library "i didn't even ask for you to help me! i simply just asked for your notes that just happened to have a first grader's hand writing" he scoffs, a little taken back by your sudden insult on his hand writing "thanks? i know you didn't ask for help, i just wanted to do this with you so that you don't get detention for not knowing proper english" he explains, handing you another sheet of paper with an 54 circled on the right corner "seriously y/n? 54? come on, one last set of questions and i'll take you to the new cafe just across the street"

and almost immediately, you bring your head up, grabbing the pen and taking the set of questions. making jake giggle "y/n, just say that you like me, you know i'm not going to reject you-- ow!" you smack him on the head with the pencil "that's absolute nonsense!" you whisper with a harsh voice, digging your face on the note book as you try to cover the little smile you had on your face

i think it was safe to say you got 4 out of 10 right, causing you to almost have a mental breakdown at the library "i can't do this sim" you groan "i think you just need a break yeah? wanna head to the cafe?" jake stands up to pack your stuff, giggling at the sight of your head still buried in between the pages of the book "c'mon y/n" he kneels beside you "get up, let's go to that cafe"

you've never felt your pride hurt as much as this did, having to show jake how bad your were at english, him having to tutor you without you asking for help, and jake bringing you to the cafe even though you weren't even remotely close to getting at least 6 right

and you weren't exaggerating when when you say jake had to drag you all the way to the cafe "hi! what can i get for you today sir?" the girl says, the obvious heart eyes she has for him pissing you off even more "hi yeah i'd like to have a caramel machiatto" he responds politely, smiling at the obvious glare you held at the girl, poking out your tongue after she was called by the manager, an old lady replaces her "anything else for your girlfriend--" before you could correct her, jake immediately speaks up "she'll have (drink)"

he smiles at the old lady before paying "i'm sending you money later whether you like it or not" you roll your eyes "and i'll send it back" he holds your waist as he leads you to a table, causing your heart to beat 10 times faster "yeah? well i'll send it back to you again! i'll keep doing it until you die!" he scoffs at you "as if!"

--

even after multiple attempts of trying to make jake ask you out, the boy who you thought was so smart couldn't take a single hint at all.

but in jake's defence, you were a little bad, considering how bad you were with boys, he vividly remembers that one time when you were trying so hard to make him jealous by talking to other guys. he even laughed as you struggled to keep up with a conversation.

or that other time when you tried to hold his hand just to do something romantic just for once but ended up letting go because he wouldn't stop teasing you about it. he still took your hand, yet he never asked you out still.

"you okay darling?" your mother asks, taking a quick glance at your droopy form leaning on the counter as you wait for her to finish cooking "is it a boy?" she teases, making you perk your head up "i knew it!" she gives you an endearing smile as she gives you a plate with eggs on it, a heart shaped ketchup placed on the top of the egg "mom!" you whine

"okay fine, it is a boy. but don't tell dad" you whisper, smiling once she zips her lips "what's his name?" she asked, tilting her head as she leans on the counter in front of you "jake"

"jake?! i love jake! you should invite him over sometime" she squeals "he's a nice guy, i'm sure he wouldn't hurt you, so what's bothering you?" you sigh, taking a sip of the water "he likes me, it's like the whole world knows. but he just keeps on flirting with me and never actually tries to ask me out" you pout, aggressively taking a bit of the scrambled eggs, making your mother chuckle "oh baby, i'm sure it'll happen soon. just give him some time! unless if you're that impatient, then maybe you should try considering to be the one who makes the first move" she walks away, heading upstairs

no, as much as you hate it, that would hurt too much of your pride. so you decided to wait.

--

summer just had started and you couldn't even explain how much you hated the heat. staying under the shade 70% of the time whenever you went out with jake and his friends "guys! i have an announcement" jay yells, you were currently over at jay's house, just having a little party with just the 8 of you "my father booked us a trip to hawaii"

"WHAT?!"

part 2

— HEY 👵🏽 so i decided that this would be a multiple part story bcs i didnt want it to be too long!

i haven’t written the second part yet, but hopefully i’d have it done before tuesday

feel free to ask if you want to be tagged once the second chapter is out!

this has been n1k1tty! see ya!

[lilxberry]

Cap Doesn’t Like Bullies - Steve Rogers

Synopsis;

Your daughter meets her biggest hero to which you’re completely oblivious to the fact during the entire encounter. Her confidence certainly didn’t waver like you had expected it would of a child meeting someone such as Captain America.

Bruh I’m in love with him. LOOK AT HIS FACE!

Warnings: FLUFF! Rude ass stranger. A lil bit o’ language. A sassy child.

Words: 3,305

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader (female reader) (single mom!reader)

(A/N: I named the daughter Kira but you can happily change it. It’s just a name I can easily associate with a child for some reason lmao.)

(A/N 2: I fixed as many mistakes I could find and hopefully, it’ll be more bearable to read lmao.)

Chapter 2 >

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“Mommy,” Kira, your little girl whined.

“Yes baby?” You swung your conjoined hands widely causing her to giggle which in turn, made you smile.

“Can we go to the park today?” Her Captain America backpack bounced on her shoulders with each step. The mostly blue bag clashed yet also complimented the very pink, puffy coat that she wore.

You looked down at her with a raised eyebrow as you watched her for a reaction. “Really? In this weather?”

Kira threw her head back and groaned before exasperatingly replying as if it were the most obvious thing she could have ever spoken. “YES! If we’re at the park, I’ll want to run around and running around will keep me warm. It’s always cold at home but you won’t let me run around.”

A smart little drama queen.

You desperately tried to hide your amusement because you know if she senses that you hadn’t taken her seriously, even more dramatics would be added. “That’s because we can’t run around inside. We might-“

“We might break something. I KNOW! Ugh…” Her feet drag slightly as she walks. She huffs and lowers her head, watching her feet as you move along the sidewalk. You smirk ever so slightly as you watch the top of her head which adorned a woolly hat in an attempt to keep her warm in the season of winter.

“We can go to the park-“ She perked up instantly with a gasp, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. “ONLY, and only, if we can get burgers, too.”

She pauses her steps and looks up at you with a stern, serious expression as she thrusts her hand forward, prompting you to take a hold of it. “You’ve got yourself a deal!” Kira shook your hand firmly and rapidly before she began to pull you along in the direction of the park that was honestly too cold to be sat in.

You huffed a chuckle as you allowed your 6 year old to pull you along the pavements and closer to the large open space of the park.

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The inside of the small Brooklyn burger joint was certainly warmer than the harsh weather that lashed at your face and every inch of exposed skin at the park. Your daughters face matched her coat in colour by the time you reached the building.

Waiting in line, your daughter wormed her hands out of the sparkly knitted gloves, stuffing them in her coat pocket before tearing her hat off of her head and stuffing that in the other available pocket. You chuckled as she tried to brush the mess of locks down with her hands and the cheesy grin she flashed you only made your laugh more.

The missing baby tooth at the forefront of her mouth adding a funny effect to the adorable face you had the tendency to squish between your hands tenderly.

The person in front of the two of you had just finished ordering and just as you were about to step forward with your daughter at your side, someone had rudely pushed in front of you, effectively cutting you off.

You scoffed at the sheer audacity this man had in believing he could cut the line, but it was your daughter who spoke up. Sometimes you cursed yourself for teaching her to stand up for herself in situations as these. You forget your daughter has a vote of confidence like no other and will speak her mind, even if the person is nearly 4 times her height.

Of course, these lessons were meant for her to deal with people her size and age, fellow students who bully her or others, seeing as she’s only 6, not for grown ass adult males.

“Cutting is rude. You should wait in line like everybody else mister.” You heard the pissed tone she spoke with and couldn’t decide whether to find it adorable, humorous, or concerning.

You heard the man scoff and honestly, your blood began to boil. He turned towards the two of you and looked you up and down as if scrutinising you before peering down at your daughter with disinterest.

“I’m ordering for one, you’re ordering for two. I haven’t got time to wait for mama bear to order with her equally scruffy little cub.” He rolled his eyes and looked towards the employee who honestly, looked just about as pissed as you did.

You clenched your fist and took a deep breath in the hopes of calming down. Honestly, it hadn’t worked well. “If you’d asked nicely, we would have happily let you order before us. There isn’t any need to be rude, especially to my kid.”

He heaved a deep sigh before turning to look at the two of you once more. He opened his mouth to no doubt retort back with yet another rude remark but someone elses’ voice swiftly cut him off. “I believe you should listen to the young lady and wait your turn like everybody else.”

The stranger, mighty handsome stranger you might add, with beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair smiled down at your daughter and sent her a discreet wink. She beamed up at the tall stranger as he turned to look towards the man who had rudely cut you off in line, his features hardening.

“You should apologise and move yourself to the back of the line. What you’ve said was unacceptable and certainly no way to speak to a woman and her child.” He folded his arms over his chest, his muscles, even though hidden behind the material of his long sleeves, bulged with incredible size.

The man that had cut the line looked up at your saviour and gulped but relatively kept his features schooled. “No chance. I only said what’s true. Why should I be punished because of that?”

The stranger chuckled humourlessly as he stepped forward, the incredibly rude man taking a step back out of fear. “Whether what you said was true or false, which was absolutely false, doesn’t matter. You disrespected another in not only speaking to them as if they’re below you, but by simply cutting in line in the first place.”

“Yeah. You’re just a bully. Bullies are rude and always cut in line,” your daughter chirped with pride. The stranger smiled down at your daughter and nodded his head.

“That’s right, sweetie.”

The man scoffed before turning towards the employee stood behind the counter. “Are you really going to let him speak to a paying customer like that?” he asked incredulously.

The employee had a smirk cross her lips and she popped her hip out before folding her arms in front of her. “You haven’t paid for anything. Now, please leave before I get my manager to call the cops to have you removed.”

The man huffed indignantly before grumbling and stomping pass the handsome stranger, shoulder checking him on the way. The stranger rolled his eyes before catching a hold of the mans’ arm and pulling him back slightly. “You still haven’t apologised.”

“Sorry.” His tone was fake and nothing but sarcastic but nonetheless, the stranger released him, probably knowing that was the best apology they should expect from him.

The small interior of the place slowly bustled back to its quiet chatter of the few customers inside. The stranger smiled down towards the two of you and you couldn’t help but be enraptured with how perfect his smile was.

“Are you ladies alright?”

Your daughter rapidly nodded her head, grinning widely once more. “Sure are mister. Thank you!”

You cleared your throat, shaking yourself out of your reverie and smiling up at him. ‘Stop gawking at him, idiot!’

“Uh, yes. Thank you.”

His smile seemed to widen, and he looked quite bashful and oh god, your stomach did flips when looking at him. “It’s nothing, ma’am. I don’t tolerate bullies, I suppose.”

Kira gasped and her eyes lit up. “Like Captain America! The Cap doesn’t like bullies, either!”

The stranger chuckled and lowered himself to your daughters’ height. “Yep, like Captain America.” Honestly, he seemed almost pleased at the connection, but you couldn’t place why. Although, if you were say compared to someone like Black Widow, you certainly would feel chuffed yourself, so you couldn’t blame him.

You failed to realise you were staring at the stranger, again, until you felt a small tug on your arm. You snapped yourself out of small daydream to look down at your daughter. “Ask him if he wants to join us,” she whispered although by the huff of laughter that he tried, and failed, to supress, he clearly heard.

“Uh, yeah. Would you like to join us…?” You trailed off, hoping the stranger would give you his name. He seemed to pick up on his lack of introduction as he stood to his full height, once again towering over you.

He held his hand out before him for you to take, which you did. “Steve.”

“Well, would you like to join us, Steve? We’d like to thank you for standing up to that rude man and pay for your meal if you haven’t eaten yet.”

“Well, that’s a really nice offer…” Now it was his turn to trail off.

“Y/N!” your daughter exclaimed loudly. “And I’m Kira!”

He chuckled. “Y/N. And Kira. But I was actually going to offer to pay for your meals.”

“Oh, no. That’s oka-“

“Thank you, Steve!”

You looked down at your daughter with wide eyes as she cut you off and accepted the strangers’ offer. Steve chuckled and glanced down at Kira. “Very well. Should we order then?”

Kira grasped your hand in her smaller one and pulled you to the front of the counter, beckoning Steve to follow. You couldn’t help but shake your head, feeling only ever so slightly embarrassed by your daughters’ antics.

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You daughter was enthralled with whatever came out of Steves’ mouth; completely enraptured with the stories he told. Though, you couldn’t really blame her.

Kira wasn’t one to shy away from conversation, but it had honestly shocked you how versed she became in conversation with the man the two of you had only met 45 minutes prior.

Yes. 45 minutes.

It seemed none of you really wanted to part ways; all enjoying yourselves with flowing conversation and shared smiles.

“So,” Steve started, his arms resting on top of the table that sat between him and you and Kira. “You mentioned Captain America earlier, and you have him on your backpack. Do you like him?”

“Yeah! He’s my favourite hero!” Gosh did she get excited over the topic of heroes.

He chuckled. “And why’s that?”

You rolled your eyes knowing what was coming yet couldn’t stop the fond smile growing on your face. “Well, he’s super cool. He’s brave, kind, strong and he doesn’t like bullies. I don’t like bullies either.” Then, a devilish smile broke out on her small, rounded face. “Mommy likes him too. She thinks he’s pretty. AND SHE HASN’T EVEN SEEN HIS FACE PROPERLY! She’s seen his butt though, looks at it a lot.”

Your eyes widened and the smile was promptly wiped from your face whilst Steve seemingly choked on his spit and laughed nervously. “I think she’s in love with him,” Kira whispered, further embarrassing you.

“OKAY! That’s enough, ha…”

Steve smiled, albeit sheepishly, towards the two of you. “Well, I believe Captain America would think your moms’ pretty, too.”

Kira shrug, shovelling a cold, left over fry from the basket into her mouth. “I know.”

You groaned softly and hid your face behind your hand, slumping in your seat. Your whole face felt hot. Trying to calm your racing heart, you peered at Kira. “Why don’t you tell him about your birthday sweetie?”

“OH YEAH! Mommies taking me to the Captain America display!” Kira bounced in her seat and if her eyes hadn’t already twinkled with excitement, they certainly did now after she’s formulated a plan quickly in her mind. “You should definitely come, mister.”

You and Steve both spluttered at her invitation.

“Oh honey, I don’t think Steve would-“

“W-well, it’s not up to me-“

Kira groaned and rolled her eyes overdramatically before looking at Steve. “Yep. It’s up to me.” She then turned towards you. “And, we can just ask Steve if he would like to.” To which she faced Steve once more, looking at him intently. “Would you like to come too?”

Steve looked extremely apprehensive to answer and looked towards you in the hopes of getting some guidance in what to say. If he were being honest, this past hour he’d felt nothing but calm and happy, forgetting his worries and has actually taken a break from all the responsibilities he’s been handed.

He very much liked both yourself and Kira, feeling content in both of your presences’ and would very much like if he continued to get to know both yourself and Kira more. He just certainly didn’t want to overstep.

He internally cheered for himself when you nodded your head discreetly. Your face told him that the young girl who looked extremely hopeful would certainly not cease until she succeeded in getting what she wanted in this moment.

“Uh…” He turned his gaze towards Kira once more gave her a small smile. “I would love to go to the Captain America display for your birthday.”

Kira cheered loudly and you shook your head with an adoring smile directed to the young girl sat beside you. “Great! You should give your number to my mommy so we can plan it properly.” She sipped on her half-drunken refill of milkshake after speaking so nonchalantly.

Both Steve and yourself felt and looked dumbfounded. Had she really just said that?

Steve chuckled before his eyes darted down towards your phone which was sat face down atop the table. “May I?”

“Oh, uh, yep.” You fumbled with picking your phone up, unlocking it and opening up a new contact before handing your phone over to Steve, face burning and a shy smile adorning your features. Your hands brushed against one another as he carefully took the phone from your hold and typed in his full name and phone number.

He was just about to hand it back to you when Kira swiftly took it and looked at the screen. She shook her head before looking up at Steve. “You gotta add a picture, silly.” She raised the phone after tapping the picture icon atop the contact, pointing it straight at Steve.

The poor man panicked and smiled quite awkwardly as your daughter snapped the photo. You slapped a hand over your mouth to try desperately hide your laugh, which hadn’t really been that successful.

Kira observed the picture on the screen before nodding; she clearly found the picture acceptable for use. Steve couldn’t help but also find it quite amusing and chuckled himself. Your daughter swiftly handed you your phone back but once in your hand, you had spotted the time and your eyes slightly widened.

“Oh wow, is it really that late?” you questioned yourself but prompted Steve to check the time himself by looking down at his watch. You looked up towards him with an apologetic smile and shrugged your shoulders. “Sorry, we really should get going. Kira has school in the morning.”

Steve shook his head and smiled, unbothered by your information. “No, no, it’s perfectly fine. I completely understand.”

“Thank you, and sorry again.” You looked sheepish as you stood and put your own jacket back on before beckoning Kira to stand herself. She pouted but did as she was told, allowing you to help her with her coat, to which she then put her hat back on top her head and gloves back on her small hands.

Steve stood and cleared his throat as he stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. You looked up away from Kira and sent him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen upon someone’s face and miraculously, he felt a lot let nervous.

“Thank you for the wonderful company and the meal,” you spoke with such sincerity that made his heart thump louder and harder than any life threating mission ever could.

“And for standing up to that bully for us,” Kira added.

You huffed laugh. “Yes, and that.”

“It’s my pleasure.” He nodded his head.

Kira stepped forward which prompted Steve to lower himself to her height just as he had done so earlier. “It was nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you too, ma’am.”

She beamed up at him before sticking her hand out and her expression was nothing but serious, one which Steve copied as he took her hand and shook it. “My mommy will text you later about my birthday.” She withdrew her hand before her big, bright smile reappeared. She grasped your hand in hers and waved as she began to pull you out of the burger joint.

“Bye Captain America!”

Your eyes bulged out of their sockets comically and you did nothing but splutter, opening and closing your mouth in the hopes that some words would pass out of you as your daughter pulled you out through the doors and in the direction of your small Brooklyn apartment.

Steve froze and watched wide eyed as you both left through the door, the bell atop jingling when it closed behind you. “Huh. Smart kid.” He shook his head before laughing and standing, collecting his jacket and leaving a tip on the table before slowly exiting the building himself, walking towards his bike ready to head back to the tower, completely dazed and the image of you ingrained into his mind.

Meanwhile, you finally snapped out of your shocked and flustered state halfway down the sidewalk. “YOU KNEW THAT WAS CAPTAIN AMERICA?!”

“Yep,” your daughter replied, popping the ‘P’ and acting completely nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

“AND YOU TOLD HIM I LIKE HIS BUTT?!”

“Yep.”

You narrowed your eyes at the small figure of your daughter. “You little monster.” You swept her up into your arms and began to blow raspberries against her chubby little cheek, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles and loud laughter.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with her and then Steves’ earlier comment came to the forefront of your mind. ‘Captain America thinks I’m pretty! HOLY SHIT!’

You’d dwell on that later though.

“MY MOMMY LIKES CAPTAIN AMERICAS’ BUTT!” Kira shouted as she continued to gasp out giggles and you couldn’t help but laugh and indulge in her silly behaviour.

“I LIKE CAPTAIN AMERICAS’ BUTT!”

Kira roared in laughter once more along with you, and you both continued to find an abundance of humour in the situation the entire walk home.

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“Hey punk,” Bucky spoke as he entered the main, spacious shared living room and spotted Steve sat on the couch, staring at his phone and smiling widely as his eyes scan over the words you had texted him.

“What’s got you grinning like that?” Bucky playfully quipped, a small smirk across his lips.

“Uh, nothing.” It could have been convincing if Steve had looked away from his phone and his already large smile didn’t widen further.

“Sure. Nothing.” Bucky shakes his head and sits beside his friend. “She pretty?”

Usually, Steve would question what made his friend think it was a woman, but he was so dazed and giddy, he couldn’t find it in him to deny it. “She’s so beautiful Buck.”

“Gotta date?”

“Not yet.”

Bucky chuckled and slapped his friends’ shoulder in good nature as he shook his head. “Well, good luck, punk. I hope you get that date.” Bucky stood and huffed a laugh at Steve still grinning at his phone as he left to head towards the kitchen, missing Steves’ mumbled response.

“Me too.”

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can i please request rfa with mc who has constant stomach , head and back pain thanks to stress / anxiety please ?

of course~ i'm kinda going through something similar ha... classes are scheduled to start again soon and my anxiety always spikes worse than it does regularly.

RFA with an MC who has Constant Stomach, Head, and Back Pain Due to Anxiety/Stress

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yoosung kim:

your entire day had been a nightmare.

from participating in classes and working a part time job, you were worn out.

honestly, you felt quite sick.

you hadn’t noticed how much your body was aching until you had finally arrived home.

aiming for your bed, you wasted no time in unpacking before landing straight into your pillows.

the stress and anxiety the day gave you has now left you barely awake, small groans of pain leaving your mouth.

some higher power had given you the gift of sleep for no more than an hour before you were awoken by a phone call.

of course saeyoung would mess with you after he’d seen you on the cctvs walking home exhausted.

yet to your shock, it was yoosung.

you could’ve sworn he told you earlier that he had to study this hour.

quickly composing yourself the best you could, you answered to be greeted with a whined hi.

“hi yoosung” you responded, thinking you had masked your tired state well enough.

but you had always been a poor actor after all.

he paused, before asking “are you okay?”

in this state, you couldn’t be bothered to lie to him, getting into some kind of debate over your wellbeing.

“i’m just... exhausted. my entire body is aching” you admitted.

hearing a small sigh through the other end of the phone, you were about say your goodbyes for the night before he responded, “how come princess”.

his tone matched your upset one, yet with a hint of sympathy added on.

you sighed, responding “i’ve had an exhausting day, it’s taken a tole on me”.

he had to stop, thinking of the best ways to comfort you.

after a few seconds of no response, you continued “sorry yoosung, but i just want to rest right now”.

quickly, he snapped out of his thought process, not realizing the silence he had been giving you.

“that’s alright, please sleep well” he said, before hearing the sound of you hanging up the phone.

once you had come to your senses the following day, you noticed something was off.

french toast wasn’t something that spread in the air often in your apartment.

yet your suspicions were cut short as yoosung came around the corner, noticing your awakened state.

shocked, you began to sit up before being pushed back down, completely caught off guard.

“no work for you today lady, you just rest” he said, before running back out to the kitchen, bringing back a plate of french toast seconds later.

you couldn’t help but smile, yet a question popped up in your mind.

“wait, how am i going to eat this if i can’t sit up” you asked.

“easy, i’ll feed you”, problem solved.

hyun ryu / zen:

boarding the bus with zen, the first thing that caught your attention was the sheer compacity inside.

you two were only planning to take the bus 10 minutes to a new cafe that opened in town.

it was the perfect day to do so.

you and zen had off work, the weather was great, and it wasn’t predicted to be busy.

taking hold of the first railing you could find, keeping zen’s hand in your grip, you couldn’t help but to start getting overwhelmed.

there were so many people looking at you as you got on, and now you were stuck between a bunch of strangers looking you up and down with nothing else to do.

you felt your stomach start to turn, you knew this feeling well.

if you didn’t get off soon, you’d be sick and start crying with everything going on.

8 minutes in, you couldn’t take it anymore.

you had tried to get through by zoning out and thinking about other things, yet nothing was in your favour.

you were terrified, and now physically ill.

mentally preparing yourself, you pulled the string, your hand cutting between two heads of people you’d never seen before.

who knows if they were judging you?

that thought didn’t help a thing.

the bus came to a stop within the next few seconds, and you pulled zen’s hand tightly, practically pulling him off the bus.

“babe, we get off up there” he said, pointing north as the bus had taken off again.

you couldn’t handle a conversation with him right now, you needed to find a washroom.

taking notice of a camp-like washroom set up alongside the park a few steps away, you rushed off.

zen chased you in shock, attempting to grab a hold of your arm, to which you flicked him off of several times before reaching the area.

now he was stuck, not being able to go farther once you dashed into the ladies room.

he stood in a ball of confusion and worry.

you hadn’t acted like this before.

while inside the washroom, you locked yourself in the stall to the back, attempting to collect yourself.

once you came to the realization that your strategy wasn’t working, you just let it all out.

you felt like shit.

god, you had ruined the entire day with zen, embarrassed the two of you, and now you had made yourself physically sick.

you stayed in there for 15 minutes, simply balling your eyes out before deciding to go out and talk to him.

seeing you emerge from the washroom door, he took the best approach he imagined, pulling you into a tight hug as his eyes came across your redden face.

“i’m sorry” you muttered out, your face pressed against his chest.

quickly, he responds “it’s okay jagi, please tell me why you’re so upset”, comforting you with the tone of his voice, making you ease up a touch.

“i, there were so many people on the bus. i got sick, i was so anxious” you let out.

you knew how accepting your boyfriend was, which was why you weren’t shocked by the comforting words he spoke next.

“shhh, i get it, don’t cry”, pulling back a bit to clear the hair from your face.

he continued, saying “do you need anything? some medicine, drink?”

you shook your head, saying “no, i just need to calm myself down for a bit”.

“of course” he said, holding you until you said you were okay again not too long after.

jaehee kang:

“ugh” you let out, walking past jaehee with a throbbing pain in your head.

the cafe was making you unbelievably stressed, it was nothing like you’d ever experienced.

stress was a major downside to your cafes growing popularity, though you didn’t expect it.

little to your knowledge, jaehee heard ur groan, getting away from the counter for a spilt second.

“hm?” she said, before continuing “are you okay mc?”

“i just...” you paused, thinking of your next words.

you didn’t want to lie to her, but you didn’t want to make her worried on top of the already stressful situation.

“my head just hurts” you said, hoping to pass it off as a simple headache.

“are you alright? when did it start?” she asked, concern lacing her tone.

these pains were nothing new to you, but they got worse each and every time.

you had no energy to lie at this point, you were already done in by the day.

“the stress is getting to me, my head always aches when these things happen” you answered.

you could see her facial expression pause, as if she was deep in thought.

yet the expression changed within the minute as she responded “please go home, take the day off”.

you were blown away.

of course you didn’t want to leave jaehee alone, but you knew you couldn’t carry on like this for long.

you quickly argued “i can’t do that, you’ll be left with the stress alone”.

she gave a small smile, glancing at the clock, before responding “thank you for worrying, but i’ll be alright. there’s only an hour before closing and i can tell how bad this is effecting you”.

hence why with hesitation, you took her up on the offer.

you gathered your stuff up to leave, and went on autopilot, waking up the next day covered in warm blankets.

you couldn’t remember a thing after leaving, but you could feel how calm your body became with a bit of stress relief.

and you made sure to give jaehee your biggest thanks the next day.

jumin han:

you had started your new business over the summer.

and being the wife of c&r’s chariman-to-be, naturally people were intrigued.

many were incredibly supportive, although the occasional rumours surfaced from time to time.

crazy ideas you wouldn’t have been able to think of yourself.

suddenly you were the daughter of a president aboard, you and jumin weren’t actually married, and you only used jumin to fund and grow your business.

all completely foolish, never lasting more than a week.

however, this time around was different.

you had woken up to articles suggesting you were having an affair on your husband with your father in law, and that you had been using company profit for your own benefit.

how they came to these conclusions was beyond you, but you let it slide for now thinking it would only last a few days.

certainly nobody would believe this, there was no evidence brought forward and nothing you did had ever hinted towards these claims.

but that wasn’t the case this time.

one week went by and nothing changed.

two weeks went by and you noticed that the rumours had only increased and more was being added to the story.

now three weeks had passed, and things were only getting worse.

you had started getting emails about the rumours and sponsors had started pulling out to stay safe.

not only was it getting to you in a business sense, but your body had become ridden with stress and anxiety.

you woke up everyday in an upset mood, the first thing you noticed after coming to your senses was the back throughout your entire body.

though today it was focused in your abdomen.

this morning was no different from the previous few.

except jumin had stayed home from work for elizabeth the thirds yearly checkup.

he was the overreactive father to his cat daughter.

when he returned home with the news of elizabeths pristine health, he was met with your sleeping figure.

it was something out of the ordinary as you were usually awake at 6am.

yet it was 10am and he was standing beside your sleeping state.

remembering you had work, he shook you with ease to wake you up.

watching as you slowly opened your eyes, and within a snap you jumped up from the position you were lying in.

“what time is it?” you asked your husband frantically.

his eyes widen, slowly answered “it’s 10am, are you alright love?”

you wanted to cry.

you had woken up earlier at your usual time to an upset stomach, took some medication to ease your nerves, and laid down on your phone for a bit.

falling asleep wasn’t the plan.

“i didn’t mean to fall asleep, i need to-” you said, finding yourself in sobs midway through.

you couldn’t continue.

the tears fell uncontrollably, all the stress and worries coming out.

and jumin was at a loss for words.

yet he went to embrace you, calming you down through little words of endearment.

when you were finally calm enough to communicate, he asked “what’s going on?”

you let it all out, though you wanted to hide it from him earlier, you were desperate for things to subside at this point.

“there are all these rumours that have been going around for weeks, stuff about me getting with your father, using profit for myself, and using your entire family for exposure.”

you inhaled, being continuing “i thought they would end, but they keep going on and now it’s effecting my business. i just want it to stop”.

you stopped yourself from breaking down again, quickly composing yourself.

jumin paused, unsure of what to say.

hearing your sobs shattered his heart.

there were so many questions he needed answered, where would he even begin.

thinking for a bit, he asked “why didn’t you tell me earlier? it pains me to see you in tears”.

looking up to meet his eyes, you answered “i didn’t want you to worry”.

you knew it wasn’t an excuse he’d take seriously, but you were honest.

“your wellbeing comes before me, do not worry about my state”.

he had told you that since the day you became a couple.

adding onto that, he said “you’re staying home today. get some rest and i’ll take care of everything”.

you couldn’t argue, and part of you felt relieved getting it off your shoulders.

doing as he asked, you fell asleep again, napping like a baby.

you woke up again sometime around noon, immediately looking through your phone.

a new article caught your eye.

“Chairman Han denies all rumours involving MC and the upcoming business” it read.

you knew it wasn’t over yet, but you found comfort in the fact that it was finally thrown out of the water.

and within the next few days, you noticed your mood return to normalcy along with your body.

the stomach aches, headaches, and back pain disappeared.

you had learned your lesson, and didn’t hide your worries from then on.

saeyoung choi:

you dragged saeyoung out of the house for the night.

being the hard task that it was, you were understandably tired.

but you wouldn’t let that stop the night in front of you from being a success.

you had planned a special date to the movies in celebration of your birthday.

it was a movie you had wanted to see since it came out a year prior.

you were expecting to leave in a scared state of mind due to the movies horror nature.

what you weren’t expecting was the compacity of the movie theatre.

you wouldn’t be quick to admit it, but the sheer look of things frightened you.

it shouldn’t have been that hard to sit down and stare at a screen.

but all your attention was taken off of the movie, now directed at the people around you.

were they looking at you funny?

did you have something on your face?

were they judging you?

these questions wouldn’t leave your mind.

though you made multiple internal attempts to stop it, they just kept coming.

eventually it got too much, the nerves overwhelmed you, and you felt your stomach become physically ill.

you were gonna be sick, you thought.

turning to whisper to saeyoung, excusing yourself from the movie, you left to the washroom.

there were people in the ladies room as well, but they eventually left one by one.

you hung your head over the toilet seat, just waiting for your body to give in.

it was probably best to hide out in the stall for the remainder of the movie, you figured.

and that you tried to do, until saeyoung became suspicious and started looking for you 20 minutes later.

after searching the halls, the only reasonable conclusion left was that you were in the washroom.

he became worried that you were ill and needed help.

hence why he stood outside the door, yelling your name inside.

it caught you off guard, you weren’t ready to face him yet and have an excuse prepared.

though you didn’t have long to stay in your thoughts for long once he yelled your name out again.

leaving your safe area for the foreseeable future, you hesitantly went outside.

the red lining your eyes and your skin beginning to pale was the first thing that came to his attention as you met him outside.

“are you alright?” he asked, his voice full of fright.

“my stomach hurts” you answered, while not technically lying.

you didn’t want to come across as ruining the night by your own fear.

“i’m sorry” you let out, the guilt getting to you.

he hugged you, saying “don’t apologize, please, we’ll go home”.

he didn‘t know exactly why you became sick, but he knew better than to keep you in public while being so sick.

once you arrived home, he asked “did you catch something?” caressing your leg as you sat beside him in the parked car.

“umm” you thought for a second, “i think so”.

he looked you dead in the eye, a full minute passing by, before responding “you’re not a very good liar”.

you looked at him in confusion, trying to pass your lie off as reality.

“please, tell me the truth” he pleaded.

now you were hurting him, you thought.

your lies were too see-through to continue with this, hence why you fessed up.

“my anxiety got the best of me, there were too many people there, it made me sick” you confessed.

you felt the comfort of a hand on your shoulder within a second, feeling shitty for ending your date early.

“i understand” he said, continuing “we can have an even better night at home instead”.

you smiled, glad to see him okay with the current situation.

“of course, thank you” you said.

the rest of the night was full of sweets and cuddles, watching a fluffy drama on the tv.

you fell asleep on the couch together, awoken by saeran the next morning wanting to sit down within saeyoungs foot in his lap.

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20:00 AST - 09/06/21

[officialscaramouche]

Three is company— a gift for @ambers-glider ‘s fic here! I told y’all I’d get to writing today!!!!

EDIT: Tomo is the friend (Tomo is short for tomodachi which is friend in japanese)

pairing: Kazuha x Gorou x reader

tw: a couple curse words

wc: 2,178

You squatted around the fire with your colleagues, eating your food straight from the can. “[Y/N]!” You hear your squad leader call out from his tent. You turn to look at what he wanted and note him standing with a messenger from the base of operations you just left. He waved what looked like a white flag. It piqued your interest, you had to admit, stretching out your legs with your can in hand.

“Yes, sir!” You salute, slapping your ankles together in form.

Your squad leader extended his hand, exchanging an open letter with you. “A letter. From the resistance,” he says simply. “From the second in command himself.”

It didn’t take the second sentence for you to know who it was. Of course, Kokomi was the leader of your resistance— all of you worked for her. But her second in command was none other than the tricky Gorou, known for his sly and mischievous ploys. “Thank you, sir,” you salute once more before dipping to tear into the letter.

It sucked that none of your mail could go through unopened, but it made sense considering that any one of you could be shogunate spies. It was a small price to pay for your cause, even if the letter was a bit personal.

[Y/N], it read. I hope this letter finds you well. After yours and Kazuha’s leave, I dove into my work to try and distract myself from the aching in my heart. Seeing many of my comrades fall in the recent ambush made me long for you more. I cannot ignore it much longer, so I have written to both you and dearest Kazuha in hopes that we may once again be reunited. We should all be returning to base in two weeks for the monthly review. Please find me there. I look forward to seeing you. Gorou.

“Oh?” A voice came behind you. “Everyone wondered what was going on between you and the shiba boy. I guess this proves true?”

You pulled the letter to your chest, scowling at the man who sat beside you. “Do you need something, sir? Why is my business important to you?”

He smiled, throwing an arm around you. “Damn, I was just curious!” You shook his arm off of you and turned your back to him. “I’m sorry that we have to go through your letters. But I’m sure you understand.”

You frowned as your eyes scanned the letter again. “I do,” you sigh. Bringing the letter to your nose and breathing in the scent. It smelled like otogi wood. It smelled like him. “But it does suck that everyone in command knows about my affairs.”

“What happened? If you don’t mind my asking.”

You peer over your shoulder and glare. “I do mind you asking.” You hissed.

The two weeks went by painfully slow. Your team was sent to do reconnaissance once more after the ambush that Gorou mentioned in his letter. While it wasn’t your team that was tasked with scouting that area prior to his arrival, it was your command team that got in trouble for it. Everyone was expected to do seamless work and the weight was on your team’s shoulders.

You double checked your field of observation; replacing your traps, checking the knots, and notating all of your activities. Signing off and turning in your report, you packed all of your equipment and belongings and darted out of the camp.

It was good to finally be back on base. All you wanted to do was get into your room and hop into the shower. You weren’t about to meet your exes sweaty and covered in dirt. You step inside and stop at the front desk. “Welcome back [Y/N],” the receptionist greets. “What number did you reserve?”

“Twenty three,” you slide over the key, lugging your duffel bag onto the table. You unzip the bag and fish for your personal belongings as the receptionist grabs your locker key. “I’m returning the reconnaissance pack and some gear.”

The receptionist scratches out your name on the clipboard and pulls the bag across the desk. “I heard you’re meeting with Master Gorou and Lord Kazuha.”

You slap your forehead with a groan. “Ugh, does everyone know?”

“Not everyone. I heard from Master Gorou himself. He told me to tell you he’d be in his office.”

“He’s here already?”

“Since seven this morning. He seemed rather eager to meet you.” The receptionist hands you the forms you signed to borrow the equipment. “Sign and date, please.”

You take the pen off the desk and begin to scribble on the document when the door slides open with a ding. “Oh, [Y/N],” a calm and melodious voice says. “What great timing!”

You shudder at the voice, turning slowly to confirm your suspicions. “O-Oh, hi Lord Kazuha…I just got back.”

The samurai walks up and places a hand on the small of your back. “Is Gorou here yet?”

“Yes,” the receptionist answers, taking the clipboard back from you. “He should be waiting in his office.”

“Great,” Kazuha smiles, grabbing your belongings off the desk and ushering you away with him. “Let’s go, shall we?”

You twiddle your fingers nervously as you walk. “I haven’t showered yet, my lord.”

“Oh that’s alright. I haven’t either.”

That wasn’t the point, you thought, reaching the elevator. “Well, I was hoping I could stop at my room and shower.”

Kazuha pushed one of the buttons on the elevator panel. “We’re already here, though.” You scratch your head and frown. “It’s okay,” he continues. “Master Gorou won’t mind.”

“Why do you smell like incontinence?”

You bury your face in your palms as you listen to Gorou and Kazuha speak. “Because I’ve been hiding in the trenches,” Kazuha laughs, opening his arms for a hug.

“You know I have a strong sense of smell,” Gorou whined as he embraced the samurai. “And [Y/N],” you look from between your fingers and notice the warm smile and faint blush on Gorou’s face. “It’s so good to see you too.”

The shiba boy walks up to you and pulls you into a tight embrace, his face nuzzled into your neck. “You’re stinky too.”

“Hey!” You shout, your hands reaching to wrap around him. “Kazuha didn’t want to stop at my room.”

Gorou pulls back and gazes into your eyes, his hand coming to cup your cheek. “That’s okay. I’ve been waiting around anxiously for both of you. Come,” he gestured, extending his arm out. “Please sit with me. I’ve got cookies and tea.”

Kazuha tucked his hands into his sleeves and grinned. He knelt down on the tatami pillow, sitting down on his knees and reaching for a cookie. You followed suit next to him, sitting back on your heels and taking the teacup from Gorou after he poured some tea. It was nice and light until Kazuha took a sip from his cup. “Why did you ask us to come here?” He said with a smile.

You stiffened at the question, your hair standing on end at the suddenly uncomfortable mood. You thought it was obvious why he arranged this meeting, but you guess that Kazuha wanted to hear it from his own mouth.

Gorou rubbed the back of his neck. “I mostly wanted to apologize,” he explained. “Whether or not you accept my apology is not my concern. But I do hope that we can agree to reconcile.”

“It’s very uncomfortable walking around after my superiors have gone through my mail,” Kazuha continued, closing his eyes as he sipped on his tea. “You could’ve at least been a bit more subtle with the delivery.”

“That was part of the problem, though.” The two of you watched and listened closely as Gorou spoke. When the three of you parted ways, it wasn’t on the best of terms. Being in each other’s presence was awkward enough as a result, but hearing him explain his side wasn't something that either you or Kazuha cared to understand. “Keeping both you and [Y/N] a secret was a problem to me. I understood that it would become a hindrance if people knew, but I couldn’t even hold your hand in public.”

Kazuha was silent as he spoke. Gorou and Kazuha had been a thing before you were introduced. But from the beginning you felt that things were tense between them. Being an outsider, the problem was more obvious than it was to them but it was something you felt they needed to work out. That’s why you left.

“And while it was okay for a bit,” Gorou continued, looking away as his words began to choke in his throat. “It was painful to love someone who didn’t even want to be called my ‘boyfriend.’ I don’t think you realize how embarrassing it is to say ‘oh, Kazuha’s my not-boyfriend because he doesn’t want to be tied down by titles.’ I understand that you don’t want a serious relationship but it felt like you didn’t care.”

“I was grieving,” Kazuha kind of snapped, his fingers curled into a fist. “Do you not understand that? My real boyfriend killed himself!”

“Am I not real to you?! Am I just your rebound to fuck and forget?! We are all grieving, Kazuha! We all loved Tomo! What about [Y/N], huh?! Is [Y/N] not real to you either?!”

Kazuha slammed his fist on the table. “Neither of you give a shit! Neither of you care about how I feel!”

Gorou stood on his feet, looking down at the man across from him. “Who was the person that begged you to stay, huh?! Throwing yourself into battle at every chance you got and then turning your back on me!! How dare you say I don’t give a shit!”

The three of you sat in uncomfortable silence after both men refused to say anything else. All you did was sit there and listen, not really feeling as if your opinion mattered. You weren’t in the relationship for very long anyway, why would you have anything to say?

Kazuha looked away from the both of you, while Gorou’s eyes focused on him. You sat with your hands in your lap, waiting for someone to say something. “What do you think, [Y/N]?” Kazuha said finally, not looking at you.

“Me?” You pointed to yourself. “Does it matter?”

“Of course it matters,” Gorou said, sitting back down and reaching for your hands. “You were a part of the relationship too.”

“I’m not sure though…it didn’t feel like I was.” Kazuha looked over his shoulder, his cheeks wet from tears he had been hiding. “I wasn’t even a part of the conversation. You left—” you said, pointing to Kazuha. “—and you ignored me.” Then pointing to Gorou.

You crossed your arms with a huff. “Kazuha didn’t even try to talk it out, and Gorou wasn’t patient enough. Neither of you had any care about how I felt. I don’t even think you guys care now! All you want is for me to agree with you and argue with the other! But you’re both wrong! We all loved Tomo, Kazuha. It’s not fair that you shut all of us out. And it’s also not fair to Kazuha to try and force him to get over it so quickly! Everyone grieves at different paces. Just because you’re more used to your friends dying doesn’t mean he has to!”

They were both silent again as your words soaked in. You were right, of course. Gorou thought about the things he said and how he could’ve done it differently. How he had pushed Kazuha away instead of helping. And Kazuha thought about how selfish he was being. He wasn’t Tomo’s only friend and he wasn’t the only one who cared about him.

Then the silence was broken. “I’m sorry.”

Both of the men turned to look at you with confused expressions. “Why are you sorry?” Kazuha asked, grabbing your hands and pulling you close to him. “It’s not your fault.”

Gorou came around and joined in the hug, wrapping his arms around both of you. “Yeah, [Y/N] it’s not your fault. We’re the ones who fucked up.”

“Yeah,” Kazuha pulled back, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “I’m the one who should apologize.”

“No,” Gorou shook his finger. “I said I was going to apologize first.”

“Well too bad!” Kazuha shoved a finger into Gorou’s chest. “I said it first!”

Gorou laughed, pinching Kazuha’s cheek. “No, [Y/N] said it first!”

You pushed them away from you and chuckled. “Now that you’re both feeling better, I was going to say ‘I’m sorry is what you should say to each other.’”

Kazuha tucked your hair behind your ear with a soft expression, before Gorou swooped in and peppered your cheeks with kisses. “Promise you’ll work on it?” You asked.

Gorou and Kazuha looked at each other lovingly, leaning in to kiss for the first time in a long time. “We promise.” They said at the same time.

[bruhstories]

Sticky, Saccharine & Sinful

Summary: Professor Jaeger asks his assistant to come over and grade some papers. Pairing: Zeke Jaeger x Fem!Reader (modern AU) Warnings & Content: language, protected sex, fingering, oral sex (female & male receiving), spanking, daddy kink, bossy Zeke, bratty Reader, tying up, bit of an age gap but no underage shit (we don’t do that here) Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N: Huehuehue guess who finally wrote a daddy kink smut? Also I have looped Cherry Cola by Kuwada the entire time i wrote, proofread and formatted this bitch, I think it works with the atmosphere

"Y/N, I'm gonna need you to help me grade some papers later today." Professor Jaeger pushed his glasses with his index finger as he looked up from his book.

"You got it, boss!" You nodded as you entered the staff lounge room at Stohess Uni, two cups in your hands.

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Zeke?" The man sighed. “Or at least call me professor.”

"But I'm your assistant, you're my superior, that makes you my boss, boss." Sarcasm dripping down your tongue as you placed his coffee down the table. "All black, two cubes of sugar."

"Thank you. And yes, technically I am your boss, but you're, what, six years younger than me?"

"Seven and a half." You pouted.

You've been working at Stohess University for a little over a year now as Zeke Jaeger's assistant. He was the best philosophy teacher, as well as head of the department, and you nailed your internship interview, aspiring to be like him one day. He even taught you Ethics during your masters, and currently you were doing your PhD research under his coordination. The man was a genius in his field, and you didn't dare disappoint him, but your personalities always clashed. He was calm and collected, you were bubbly and all over the place. He was nice and polite, you were sarcastic and rude. Zeke knew you'd make a horrible teacher for children, but undergraduate students would adore you.

"How can you drink hot coffee in this heat wave?" You asked him as you fanned someone's epistemology essay to cool yourself off.

"It's actually been proven that warm drinks hydrate better than cold ones during summertime." He inhaled the scent of freshly brewed coffee before taking the essay out of your hand.

"Whatever you say, boss." You shrugged and gulped on your iced tea, a few glistening amber drops dripping from the corners of your mouth, down your chin and your neck. "Ah, shit." You wiped the tea with the back of your hand, not catching Zeke watching you curiously. "Why did the AC have to break down today of all days?"

"Dunno." He shrugged and immersed himself back into his book. "Oh, I hope you don't mind coming to my place to grade the papers? I don't think you'll be able to focus in this heat. Besides, I want to take a look at your latest PhD chapter." Jaeger told you absentmindedly, eyes glued to the pages in front of him.

"Sure thing–"

"Don't say it."

"Boss."

"Jesus Christ..."

You adored pissing your ex-professor off, but deep down, Zeke couldn't deny the fact that he loved the authority he had over you. You were a very alluring woman, after all, and any sane man would kill to be as close to you as he was, let alone boss you around like he did. And he had the strong feeling you acted like a brat around him on purpose. You took your leave after downing the rest of your beverage, going to the library to borrow some books for your own research.

•°☆°•☆•°☆°•

You rang the intercom and waited for Zeke to let you inside the building, dragging your feet down the hallway, tired from carrying so much shit with you – laptop, books, essays, papers, pens and highlighters – you were a walking, talking stationery shop and one could only wonder how someone with such a petite frame was so strong. Zeke waited in the doorway and took some of your things, relieving the weight as you sighed.

"Coffee?" He guided you to his kitchen.

"Water, please." You plopped on a chair and unbuttoned the first three heart-shaped buttons of your lilac shirt, tiny beads of sweat bundled up at your collarbone.

"You sure? I'll be keeping you up all night." Jaeger laughed. He was obviously talking about the papers, but to you, the sentence had a different innuendo — not that you minded, you had your fair share of sinful fantasies with the older man. Come to think of it, you were wondering why he was single. Zeke was undoubtedly an attractive man, he could have any woman he wanted. Yet you’ve never seen him on a date, never seen a picture of a woman when you accidentally glanced at his phone, never heard him talk about a significant other.

"Hey, mind if I smoke?" You asked, noticing the ashtray on his table.

"Not at all, I'll join you." He sat opposite you, mug of coffee in his hand. You pulled out a pack of pink cigarettes from your backpack and placed one between your lips, pocketing your jeans for a lighter. His hand extended over the table, lighter in his hand, and you slightly bent your head forward, eyes glued to his. You inhaled the smoke, not breaking eye contact, and exhaled with a sigh. Something about Zeke lighting up your cigarette made your little cunt tingle.

"Thanks, boss." The corners of your lips turned into a barely visible smirk. You really, really liked to tick him off.

"Don't mention it." He told you before lighting his own cigarette. What, no comeback? No objection? "How's your paper going?"

"It's... going." You shrugged.

"You haven't written anything in your last chapter, have you?"

"No, I have," you half-whined, "it's just that I can't find my words. I think I encountered writer's block."

"'S alright, we'll figure something out." Zeke pulled a stack of papers from his briefcase and dropped it on the table.

"Wow, no shit you need help, that's a lot of papers." You twirled the cigarette between your fingers before taking one final puff and crushing it in the glass ashtray.

"Told you." He picked his resting cigarette back from the ashtray. "You can do the first years."

"I'd rather do something else." You whispered to yourself, eyes almost rolling at the back of your head.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, boss. First years, got it." Your manicured fingers pulled the stack of papers closer to you. The exams were already annotated according to subject and year and you took everything you needed before shoving them back to Zeke.

•°☆°•☆•°☆°•

You were bored out of your mind, fiddling with the red pen in your hand and tapping your fingers on the table with no particular rhythm. It was already dark outside and you barely finished a quarter of your stack while Zeke was halfway through his.

"Could you please stop that?" He asked you without even bothering to look at you.

"Why?"

"It's annoying."

With a groan you rolled your eyes and stopped tapping your fingers, instead opting to fidget your leg, bouncing it up and down under the table. The wooden furniture shook at the movement and Zeke sighed, putting the pen down.

"I understand you're bored, but if you want to be a professor, this is part of the job description."

"I know, I know, but, like, can we take a break? Please? We've been at it for two and a half hours now and I'm just so bored." You looked at him with puppy eyes and a pout on your plump lips.

"Ugh, fine. What do you want to do?"

"I dunno. Got any board games?"

"Only a pack of playing cards." Zeke shrugged.

"Perfect! Literally anything is better than this. I mean look at what this kid wrote: the ship of Theseus ARE a thought experiment. Can you believe it? How can a nineteen-year-old not know proper grammar?"

"Careful, Y/N," he chuckled, "you made a pretty embarrassing error during your masters, too."

"Nooo, don't bring that up!" You got up and walked to the freezer, scanning the contents.

"Why not? It's funny."

"Yeah, for you." You rolled your eyes. "But I still proved my worth." You triumphantly told him, tongue playfully poking out of your mouth from behind the freezer door. Ugh, you were so cute, made to be ravaged. Your eyes settled on the single raspberry popsicle and you picked it up, closing back the door. "Can I have this?" Oh, he knew exactly what you were doing.

"Of course."

With Zeke's approval, you unwrapped the plastic, revealing the rose-tinted dessert, swirling your tongue around its tip. You were a sight for sore eyes, (not so) innocently licking at the popsicle, your gaze on him and his growing bulge. He didn't even bother hiding it, instead relaxing in the chair and drinking you in. It was no mistake that Zeke invited you over, and you weren't stupid enough to believe it was a mistake.

"Do you... want some?" You trailed off as the once cold dessert began melting from your hot lips.

"If you'd be so kind." He patted his lap and you accepted the invitation. His bulge was comfortably uncomfortable against your ass, and you put the popsicle onto his lips, one arm draped around his shoulder. Zeke's tongue moved languidly around the sweet snack and you leaned in, your own tongue licking both the dessert and his lips. It was sticky and saccharine and sinful, and your poor pussy couldn't take it anymore.

"Do you wanna fuck me, daddy?" You naively asked him. He wasn't surprised in the slightest by the name, already suspecting you had daddy issues, in fact counting on it.

"I very much do." His hands were already roaming your body. The popsicle was almost gone, and you deepthroated the last bit, taking the little stick out of your mouth with a pop. Finally, he crushed his lips onto yours and you could tell he had experience. You dropped the stick on the tiled floor, twisting your body to better straddle him. Zeke unbuttoned your shirt as you slowly began grinding your hips against his bulge, earning a groan from him. "Ugh, you bad girl." He threw his head back as you loosened the tie around his neck.

"Are you going to punish me?" You slowly, too slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

"What’s the point of a punishment if you’re going to enjoy it?" He mused, unclasping your bra. You had goosebumps all over your skin and Zeke took one of your nipples in his hot mouth, a hand pinching your other one. You whimpered at the slight stinging sensation

"Does it m-matter if I enjoy it?" His touch became rougher, almost animalistic.

"Of course," he stopped sucking your swollen, oversensitive nipple, "otherwise you won't learn your lesson." You got up and turned around, your back against him, taking your jeans and underwear off, bending down and exposing your cunt to him. "You're going to be the death of me, Y/N." Zeke shook his head, removing his own trousers.

"Allow me." You tucked your fingers behind the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down as you kneeled in front of him. His throbbing cock tapped your face after finally being unleashed from its textile cage.

"I suspected you were big, but this? This is too good." You sneered at his member, mesmerised by its size.

"Just shut up and suck it." Zeke pretty much commanded you and you wet your lips, pressing your tongue against the velvety tip. You worked your way around his shaft, enjoying this more than you should've. You pulled back, a string of saliva and precum attached to your lips as you looked up at him.

"Am I doing good, daddy?"

"So good." He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed your head back. You eagerly sucked and slurped until he got bored of your mouth around his cock. Zeke pulled you up, spun you around and bent you over the table. He brought your wrists together and tied them up behind your back with his tie before taking a step back and admiring the view. Ass up, face down, just like he loved it. His foot pushed yours to the side, spreading your legs for him before he gave you a good slap over your ass cheeks. You shot up with a moan but his hand forced you back down against the table.

"I think I know exactly how to punish you." Zeke announced, two fingers spreading your folds as his tongue dove inside of you, lapping at your wet cunt.

"Oh, God!" You groaned in pleasure. No man has ever eaten you out like he did. Most guys did it as a chore. Zeke? He was enjoying every single bit of it, passionately fingering you, his tongue moving in ways you didn't think were possible. "Ah, fuck– so good! Daddy, please! I'm coming!"

The way he venomously laughed told you that no, you were not going to come any time soon. Just as you were about to let loose, Zeke stopped, removing his fingers, another slap on your ass. Tears pooled at your Y/E/C eyes, frustration written all over your face. "No, no, no!"

"I told you, Y/N, you're a bad, bad girl." He bent over and whispered in your ear, his cock pressing against your entrance, his hand in your hair.

"Oh, pleaseee, I need to come! Will you let me come?"

"Hm, it depends." Jaeger straightened his back, hands resting on your hips. "Did you learn your lesson?"

"Yes, yes, daddy, I did! I promise I'll be good!" You tried to turn around to look at him, oblivious to what he was doing behind your back, cheeks crimson, droplets of sweat on your forehead.

"Convincing enough." He shrugged and you heard the condom snap against his cock.  Unexpectedly and without any warning, the man thrusted into your wet cunt and you, again, shot up, but he pinned you back. "Stay fucking put, you little whore." Zeke demanded and you tried, you really tried, but your body had a mind of its own. "I see you refuse to learn."

"No, no, please!" You slammed your face onto the table, squishing your cheek in the process, desperate and helpless.

"That's better." He concluded, sarcasm dripping down his tongue as he rammed his cock deeper into you. The silken walls clenched around his hard member, and he grunted, no other woman pleasing him like your tight pussy did. "You like it when I take you from behind, you filthy slut?"

"Yes– oh my God, YES!" You bucked your hips against his for more pressure and pain.

"What would my students think if they saw you getting fucked like this on their papers?"

"Ah– I don't c-care!"

"What would the headmaster say if she knew you fuck your superior and- ugh- coordinator?" Jaeger thrusted harder and faster.

"Please, Zeke-"

His hand found its way to your neck, tightly squeezing it.

"Wrong name, Y/N."

"Shit, daddy!"

"That's right, I'm your fucking daddy and hell will freeze before someone else fucking touches you!"

"Fuc-k, fuuuck!" You both howled and panted as you climaxed, your entire bodies quivering. Zeke pulled out of you, carefully removing the rubber from his cock and giving you another slap on your perky ass cheeks. You stood up, arms still tied around your back, turned on your heels and pecked him on his cheek, giggling like a schoolgirl, marvelled by the fact that he chose you over anyone else.

"You know what, Y/N? Now that I've found you, I'm never going to let you go." He promised.

"I'm all yours, boss."