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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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The Yakuza daughter! S/o x Gun basically made me fangirl as I imagine them being a power couple lol. I now wonder if you got part 2 in that like Goo just discover Gun ring on his hand and a photo of his fiancée/wife in his photo (I just imagine that he took a photo of s/o in a lingerie lol)

Ughhhh Sam, this idea is too fun. Here's a much much quicker follow up with a lot less Yakuza-ness (sorry 🙇🏻‍♀️).

Gun Park x Reader: After I do (feat Goo)

Goo finds out. Follow up to 'I do' fic here

"How was Japan?"

Goo watches Gun washing the blood from his hands. Something about Gun has changed. He seems... different. Goo couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was Japan. Maybe it's the guy just being a freakshow as per usual.

Gun side-eyes him. The response is clipped, short, singular.

"Fine."

"Not like you to take an extended leave."

"..."

The lack of answer doesn't deter Goo, all too used to his partner's silence. "Business or personal?"

"..."

"Anything I should worry about?"

"..."

"Are you planning anything?"

"..."

"Did you pick up my Sanrio-"

Gun thrusts his hands in the dryer, the blasts of air drowning out Goo's incessant questioning. Unfortunately, this doesn't last long enough. Nothing ever does once the blonde's curiousity is piqued.

As soon as the whirring stops, Goo opens his mouth once again and Gun finally responds. "No, no and no. Shut up."

Hmph. Looks like Goo won't get anything else from this asshole. With a glint in his eye, he asks his final question, "You owe me for covering your duties. Was Crystal always this annoying?"

Gun reluctantly smiles. "Yes."

"What does our big bad boss want?"

Gun scans his phone. The message from just moments ago wasn't anything of significance to their mission. Although. The selfie of you in a seductive pose and risque underwear might be a distraction.

He appreciates it for a beat longer then locks the device. "It's not our boss."

That's the end of that conversation. Or so he thought.

"Huh?" Goo's eyes dart over to him with increasing frequency and the car starts to swerve.

Gun will not die by his hand because this fucking maniac can't keep his eyes on the road. Begrudgingly, he elaborates, "It's personal."

The blonde's eyes bulge out at this admission, "During work hours? Who wants to text a mean bastard like you?"

For fuck's sake. Can't this fucking idiot ever mind his own business.

Goo continues, "Who the hell would even want to be friends with you? I hope you're not plotting anything against me..." A malicious snicker, "Or are you dating? You should introduce me to them, they must be a firecracker!"

Gun tunes out his partner, a skill he has long mastered.

But when his phone buzzes for the third time in as many minutes, with you no doubt sending yet another racy image, Gun has to physically restrain himself from looking (and internally curses you for your poor timing).

Goo tries to swipe at the phone. "Hey, let me text back!"

Gun moves it effortlessly out of arm's reach. "If you're not going to keep those eyes on the road, then I can just pluck them from your head."

"You're no fun." Goo pouts, narrowly missing driving into a ravine.

"Oppa~ do you want a bite of this sushi?"

"No."

"Are you sure? It's really delicious!"

"..."

"Just a little taste!"

"Come near me again, I'll jam the sushi and the chopsticks down your throat."

"Ahhh~! Goo, your friend is so mean!"

What the fuck? Gun seems to be in an even more sour mood than usual. The last time the both of them were at this Gangnam bar, Gun had no issues with the women. Someone to warm his bed for the night, he had figured.

This evening though? He didn't even bat an eyelid in their direction.

"Gun! You can at least be nice to these sweethearts!" Goo snaps.

"No." Gun replies simply, getting up to leave.

What a fucking weirdo, Goo thinks. Oh well, more sushi for me.

"Since when did you wear jewellery?"

Goo snatches Gun's left hand, pulling it up to his face and holding it so close he is cross-eyed behind his glasses.

He absolutely has not seen this before, his brows furrow at this very odd addition. A plain, silver-coloured ring wrapped around the fourth finger.

Yanking his hand back, Gun responds. "Since I want to."

"A plain ring? On that finger?" Goo trails after him as he strides off, "You know what that means right? Wait..."

Goo completely stops in his tracks, "A couple band? Engagement? Are you...?"

Gun completely ignores him, increasing the distance between them.

No fucking way, right? The simple band on his hand is definitely something, but-

There's just-

No. fucking. way.

Who the fuck would be able to put up with Gun Park?

"Who's that?" Goo peers at the picture of the smokeshow on Gun's phone, catching a glimpse just before he tucks it into his pocket.

Having that image is certainly... a choice. Who is she though? A new k-pop idol? Gun doesn't seem like the type that would have an image of an idol or a celebrity as their background.

"My wife."

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Focus." Gun commands, as a gang of men come at them with knives and baseball bats.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Goo repeats, ducking to avoid a slash.

"I said, focus." Gun easily tanks a couple hits before returning some of his own.

"WHAT THE-" Goo's words are cut short as some thug takes advantage of his diverted attention and knocks his glasses off.

"FUCK- Fine." Goo elbows the guy in the solar plexus then easily plucks the baseball bat from his now slack grip. "Let me just borrow this~"

"You must be Goo Kim!"

Turning on the hostess charm, you note how Goo has to almost literally pick his jaw off the floor with your entrance.

Gun leans against the doorframe, observing with quiet smugness at the reaction. You had dropped in at the HNH offices to join Gun for lunch. Usually he would pick a better time and place but the level of questioning from Goo had already surpassed absurd levels ever since he found out Gun was married.

The last few weeks had been hell.

"When did you get married?! You didn't invite me to the wedding? I wasn't your best man? Tell me, who was it! I'll beat them up! When can I meet your bride? Or are you scared I'll charm her away?"

And Gun had promised you a partnership of equals. With your short time in South Korea, you had more than enough proved your usefulness and loyalty. It's about time he cuts you in on the Crew business.

He surmises this is a way to kill two birds with one stone.

You're Gun's wife? This absolute knockout? With him? That fucking boring asshole?

Goo would have thought this is Gun's twisted idea of a prank if he hadn't found out that the guy barely had a sense of humour a long time ago. That time had almost ended in stitches for Goo.

"Mrs. Park!" He gives you a theatrical bow, "I've been so looking forward to working with you!"

"Just call me Y/N," you giggle.

Goo takes your hand, pressing a loud smooch to the top of it. Gun's entire body tenses at the contact. This does not go unnoticed by you.

You retract your hand back, subtly wiping the kiss away, "I can't wait to get stuck into all the details."

"Of course, Y/N!"

"There won't be any trouble from you, right, Goo?"

"Princess, don't you trust me?"

You look Goo dead in the eye, seeing through the fake hurt on his face and dropping your own act.

"No. And," you grab onto his crotch, digging in your nails as Goo yelps, "If there is even a whiff of anything amiss then I'm coming after your balls." Your grip tightens as he tries without success to push you off, "Got it?"

"ACK!! Fuck! Got it, got it!"

You release him, relishing at his squeal.

"If you've broken anything," Goo scowls, struggling to stand and cradling himself tenderly. "Ugh, you two are fucking made for each other. Psychos."

Gun arrives at your side with a smirk, he guides you by the small of your back, leading you out.

"Not bad," he murmurs into your ear, "You were wasted in Japan."

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itsallsternutation · 10 months

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Hankies And Spice Make Everything Nice (2/?)

Part one can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/itsallsternutation/733912856588959744/a-beautiful-blossom-1-original-work-fenby?source=share

Sorry this took a bit. It takes surprisingly long to convert the stuff I write from a doc into the plain text here lol : )

If you liked this, be sure to like, comment, reblog, and all that jazz, and if you really liked it (which I'm guessing at least a few of you do) go tell me about it here on SFF too https://www.sneezefetishforum.com/topic/84545-bernis-burny-nose/

Anyway, without further ado…

Berni's Burny Nose Part 2: Hankies and Spice Make Everything Nice

The rest of the lecture wasn’t particularly eventful. That is, apart from a few more of the sneezes, sniffles, and blows that came from Berni’s poor nose. However, Sam’s big handkerchief and little smile helped her feel just a little better about each.

Sam was really starting to like Berni. She seemed nice and there was just something about her that made them smile. Besides, she seemed like someone who needed a friend and maybe Sam did too. Secretly, Berni was also really starting to like Sam too. Sam didn't know it but they were the first person Berni met who didn’t make her feel terrible about her sneezing. When the professor concluded his lecture and dismissed the class, Sam and Berni left the lecture hall together. However, before they left, Sam made sure to covertly grab a few extra tissues from a nearby box (with where they planned to take Berni, they had a feeling both of them might need a few tissues).

As the two exited the lecture hall, Berni’s tickly nose remembered it was still terribly allergic to ragweed with an intense “eh…EhgTISHEW! HehtCHOO! heugh…ehg-heh…Heeh-HIEH-HetSHOO!” and a congested snort. “Ugh fugk, I’b so sorry,” she said with a groan before blowing her nose.

“For what?” Sam asked inquisitively.

“For…being all snotty and for…egh…igh…gehg..KISHIOU! And for sneezing everywhere,” she explained stuffily.

“Bless you. Are your allergies somehow your fault?”

“Ndo,” Berni replied after a long pause, her stuffiness now reaching new heights due to fresh and extended exposure to the pollen outside.

“Then why apologize?”

“Because I feel bad aboud it…” she answered with another snort.

“You shouldn’t” Sam told her, “I bet all the stuffiness and itchiness make you feel bad enough.”

However, with this, Berni stopped dead in her tracks. When Sam realized she did, Sam stopped and turned around to wait for her. They initially thought Berni stopped because she needed to sneeze or blow her nose, but when they looked at her, they realized she was staring at them and looking freshly miserable.

“Why are…why are you doig thdis?” she asked softly, just above a whisper.

“Doing what?” Sam asked somewhat rhetorically, but also legitimately wanting to know what she felt was wrong.

“Givig mbe your hadkerchief, checkig if I’b okay, takig me to ludnch, blessig mbe…” she listed through the congestion in her nose, “Why are you beig so ndice to mbe even though I’b so igcky?”

“Because we seem like we might have a lot in common and you seemed like you needed someone to be nice to you. I know what that feels like to need that.”

Somewhat shocked and hesitant, Berni began walking with Sam again in silence. There was a long pause between the two before Berni asked, “Where are you eved takig me?” as she wiped her nose with Sam’s hanky, “idt’s not lidke I’ll be able to tasdte anythig with my ndose this blodked and once I startd sneezig again they’re just godda…shidt…AGSHIEW!...godda…ETGSCHEW!...godda tdry tdo CHOO! Hat-TISGHEW! Hik-TCHEW! Ughhhh,” she said with an extra congested groan as her nose became just as snotty and wet on the outside as it was on the inside. “They’re judst goig to kidk me oudt for sneezig all over everythidg.”

“Wow, bless you five times!” Sam interjected somewhat playfully before handing Berni one of the tissues they brought, “have you been around here much?”

Berni blew her nose hard, giving another wet gurgle which transformed into a congested honk before answering, “Ndot really,” in a slightly less congested voice. “My parents brought me here odnce when I was a kid and I rebeber thigkig the cabpus was pretty, thadt’s idt. With all the polled I’b nod sure it's so preddy aymbore.”

“Well, I’m not from around here, but both my parents went to college here and they told me a few stories and brought me on a few tours. I think I might know a place that can get you some of your consonants back.”

“If idt’s a pharmacy thed idt wod’t be mbuch help. I’b already godt some shidty over the coudter mbedicine that dosed’t work, so unless you cad getd me the prescribtion I’ve beed tryig to get forever thed you might as well just take me badk to my dorb.”

“Nope, though I don’t think getting you an appointment with an allergist would be that difficult. I’m just taking you to a place I think might be able to clear you up a little.”

“Where? HEGSHIEW!” Berni asked before sneezing so suddenly and so snottily she was left unable to cover and got just a little bit on Sam’s fall flannel shirt. “Oh mby god. I-I-I’b so so sorry. I-did’t mead to…to...HIGSHEW! HIT-TISHEW!” she stammered in apology. In that moment, she seemed like she was ready to burst into tears, but her tears were of course interrupted by a duplet of sneezes.

Fearing that Berni’s complete absorption in her allergic misery might cause her to fall, Sam quickly outstretched their arm and used it to support her. “It’s okay. I’m okay. It’s all okay,” they reassured her, “Are you okay?”

Berni stopped for a moment and looked up at Sam with a watery, pitiful look in her eyes. Then, she threw her arms around Sam, thrusted herself into their arms, and burst into tears with a weeping “Ndo!”

Taken aback by Berni’s embrace, there was little Sam could do but hug her back and try to comfort her: “What’s wrong Berni? You can tell me. I won’t judge you.”

“I haven’t been healthy in forever! I can’t even remember what it feels like anymore!” Berni moaned, “I h…hehhhh…Eggghhh…Egh-TSHIEW! I hate all my shitty hayfever for making me so gross!” she lamented, carefully directing her sneeze away from Sam’s shirt, but not completely sparing it from her spray, “I hate all the ragweed for making me so allergic TCHEW! I hate all the pollen for making me so itchy ah-ASHEE! I hate all my snot for making everyone hate me HISCH! I hate all my friends for avoiding me because I sneeze all the time AKSHIEW! I hate Japan for making me so sensitive ASHOO! And I hate my parents for taking me there! And most of all, I ESHEW! HATE! KISHA! MY! Ehht-SHIEW! DISGUSTING KASHEW! SNEEZING!”

“I…I am so sorry. I am so sorry that you feel so miserable,” Sam said with tears in their eyes as they hugged Berni tighter. Berni tried to struggle and pull herself away to stop her snot from getting on Sam’s shirt, but they kept their hug strong. “I am so sorry that it has been so hard for you to feel good about anything, and I am so sorry that everyone hates you for something you can’t control.” Sam told Berni, sniffling from their tears as they wiped away Berni’s snot with their sleeve despite her protests. “I would do anything in the world to make you feel better, and that’s why I’m bringing you out here,” Sam continued. “When my Dad went to college here, he would always go with my mom to this dumpling place where they served these spicy dumplings. When they brought me here, I was sick with a cold and so stuffy, but when I had the dumplings, all the spice cleared me up and I felt better, so here’s what we’re gonna do,” they explained. “We’re gonna go to that dumpling restaurant and you and you’re gonna feel a whole lot better. They’re gonna make both of us sneeze a lot, but they’ll do so much to clear you up. I don’t know how long the relief will last, but it’s the least I can do.”

There was a long silence between the two, and Sam was just about to ask Berni if she was okay again before she quietly asked, “Are they good?”

“They’re amazing,” Sam said, finally wiping tears from their own eyes.

Berni slowly broke away from the hug, but she looked like she felt a lot better. “Okay,” she said, her face slowly breaking into a little smile, “let’s go get some.” This was only Sam’s second time seeing Berni’s smile. Maybe if they had seen it in a vacuum, they wouldn’t have appreciated it that much, but they knew enough now to know it was the most beautiful thing in the world. It was a simple smile with a myriad of simple messages like “I feel better”, “I’m not hurting anymore”, and “thank you”. It took Sam a moment to recollect himself after witnessing this thing of beauty, but not too long. After all, they weren’t finished helping her yet. “Okay,” they reassured her, “It should be just around the corner.”

It only took a few more steps before the restaurant came into view. The smell of spices and cooking lingered in the air outside. The restaurant was fairly small, and it was surrounded by a bunch of other restaurants, including a pizza place, a hibachi grill, a poke place, and a coffee shop. There was also a pharmacy at the other side of the block, but Berni said herself that there wasn’t much they could do for her there without a prescription. None of them seemed busy, as these places normally got most of their traction during dinner and on weekends. On top of the restaurant before them, there was a large sign reading “Hot Dumplings!”

“Sign seems a little on the n…neh-neh-NehSHOO!” Berni said before being interrupted by a particularly wet sneeze, “Sorry, I guess the spice is getting to me already.”

“Bless you,” Sam said with a sniff, the spice starting to get to them too, “Why do you feel like you need to apologize whenever you…hih..Hishew! Sneeze?”

“Because I always feel bad about it,” Berni justified before taking out Sam’s hanky to blow her newly leaking nose.

“You shouldn’t,” Sam told her as they reached for the handkerchief Berni had given them. “It’s normal. No one’s a perfect little doll that never does anything gross,” they reasoned as they blew their nose in the cute blue hanky.

“I bet you’re never gross,” Berni remarked as the two walked into the restaurant.

“Hah, believe me, you wouldn’t be saying that if you’ve ever seen me sick. You should see me at the peak of flu season.”

Not wanting to alarm anyone with their sneezes, handkerchiefs, and their discussion of colds and flu, the two decided to drop the subject as they entered the restaurant.

They were the only ones inside, apart from a man behind the register and a cook lurking in the back. “Three dumplings of each kind, water, and a side of white rice please.” Sam ordered.

“I’ll have the same thing he’s…he’s…HEHSHIEW! Heh-ESHIEW! AhtSHIEW!” Berni attempted to order before letting out three extra productive sneezes into Sam’s soiled handkerchief and looking absolutely mortified.

“Uh…please forgive her. It’s allergy season for her and she’s not quite used to the pollen around here yet –ah-Ah-ACHOO!” Sam lied before sneezing into Berni’s handkerchief.

The cashier did not look particularly pleased, but he seemed more eager to get things over with. “Okay. I’m assuming both of you will be having your food to go. Will that be together and will you be paying cash or card?” he asked flatly.

Berni seemed embarrassed, but Sam quickly took control of the situation with a, “Card please,” and quickly removed a debit card from their wallet. It took Berni a moment to realize Sam was about to pay for her meal, but when she did, she quickly rummaged through her bag looking for her own wallet and tried to tell Sam, “Don’t worry. I-I-I can pay for my own food.”

“It’s okay,” Sam reassured, “It’s my treat, remember?”

The cashier only groaned, clearly annoyed both by Sam and Berni’s saccharine display and by what he perceived as their potential to contaminate the restaurant. “Just swipe your card right here, wait way over there, and we’ll get you your food as fast as humanly possible.”

Ignoring this remark, Sam swiped their card, left a particularly large tip to make up for stoking fears of contamination, and gave a warm “thank you.”

“Whatever,” the cashier muttered in response before passing the order sheet back to the employee in the kitchen.”

Sam and Berni both waited at the other side of the restaurant, breathing in the smells of spices in the air and occasionally sneezing, dripping, and blowing into their handkerchiefs. It didn’t take long for their order to come out, and when it did, they quickly took their meals to a picnic table just outside the restaurant. “Wow this is working really well,” Berni told Z through her newly runny nose, “Everything smells so good and I feel so clear. And we haven’t even…Het-TISHOO! We haven’t even eaten anything.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Hih-Ishoo!” Sam said with a particularly runny sneeze.

The two sat down, opened their to-go containers, and began to dig in. The dumplings were just as wonderful as Sam remembered and Berni seemed to love them, but it wasn’t long before the sneezing started. Fortunately, both had their handkerchiefs and some tissues ready to nurse their noses.

The two were about halfway between their meals, both sneezing up a storm and blowing their noses before Berni tried to say something: “These are so…heh..these are so good AGSHOO! HIESHOO! ESHOO! ATCHEW! They’re really good at clearing up my nose too. Thank you so much.”

“No pro..pro…Choo! Hachew! Hishoo! Achew Hi-CHEW!” Sam replied.

“Don’t worry, you don’t need to finish that. Bless you sweetie. And, I guess bless you for the couple thousand times before that,” Berni replied with a giggle and a “HEESHOO!”

“Whooh, excuse me.” Sam said as they wiped their nose with Berni’s blue hanky. “Hey, not only do you not sound congested anymore, but you didn’t apologize for being sneezy!”

Berni immediately blushed with embarrassment on top of her allergies, and covered her face in her hands, but Sam tried to reassure her: “No no no, that’s good. It means you’re not feeling as self conscious as you were before. Etchoo!” they explained, “you even blessed me and joked about my sneezing.”

Berni slowly brought her hands down from her still-flushed face before quietly saying “I didn’t mean to…”

“No no, Ashew!” Sam interrupted, “it means you’re not feeling as nervous and self-conscious about it. That’s good.”

Berni seemed too shocked to know how to respond, so she did so with a simple “umm…bless you,” before turning back to her food. Both Sam and Berni then focused most of their attention on finishing their meals, each letting out a few drippy, wet sneezes every few bites, before Berni broke the silence again towards the end of her meal:

“What do you even like about my sneezes? Yours are so much quieter and cuter. Mine are always so icky and loud and snotty HIEH-TSHIEW! Wow, that was a strong one.”

“I like them for the same reason I like snowflakes” Sam explained, “Even though each one is less than a second, each is its own unique little work of art. Besides, I like how strong and forceful they are. Each one shows how sensitive, passionate, and unique you are.”

“By ‘passionate’ and 'sensitive', do you mean ‘allergic’? AKSHOO!” Berni asked. “You must want to be an English major or something.”

“That I do. My main plan is to get my degree, become a travel writer after college so that I can travel the world and get some writing experience at the same time, then either write the great American novel or get picked up by some big studio or publisher or something.” Sam recounted

“That’s cool. I don’t really like traveling that much because it messes with my allergies, but it’s good you can make it part of your job,” Berni told Sam, “My parents both wanted me to go here so I can go to medical school, but I’ve always been really good at programming, I even won some prizes for it back when I was in high school. If I can get my allergies under control and get a coding job that I can work remotely for, then maybe I’ll try to give traveling another chance.”

By this point, the two had finished their dumplings and their sneezing was starting to die down, so Sam decided to start cleaning up: “Well Berni, it was wonderful to meet you and I had a really nice time, but I think both of us should start heading back to the dorms and preparing for our next classes, especially before your nose starts getting stuffed up again.”

“Okay, but can you walk me back to my dorm before we say goodbye?” Berni asked, showing Sam her cute little smile. Unable to refuse Berni, Sam obliged. The two cleaned up, threw away their trash, and began their walk back to Berni’s dorm. As they began their walk, both Berni and Sam sneezed often, still recovering from the spice, but by the end of their walk, their sneezing had been replaced by animated conversation.

“...So you’ve lived here in the South your whole life?” Sam asked.

“Yep. In a smaller town about an hour southeast of here,” Berni replied.

“Have you ever visited Japan?”

“I...I don’t really want to talk about Japan. Um…where are you from? I don’t think I ever asked you.”

“Oh, I’m one of “day-um yankees” that burned this place down a hundred and fifty years ago?”

“Ooh, what part of the north are you from? Are you from New York?”

“What, you think every Jewish guy is from New York?”

“What?...n-n-no I-”

“Relax, I’m just messing with you. My family’s from Boston.”

“Oh, cool. I played Fallout 4 a bunch, so I know a little bit about what Boston looks like,” Berni explained, “Why aren’t you going to learn writing at an Ivy League or something? If you got into here you could definitely get into them, and I bet they have way better departments.”

“Eh, my parents tried to sell me on the fancy New England schools, but they just weren’t for me. They were all too stuck up and pretentious. I like it here better. Everyone’s smart here, but no one’s an ass about it. Besides, this is one of the “Ivy Leagues of the South”, so maybe I am at an Ivy League,” Sam mused.

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” Berni said, “How many times did you rehearse that?”

“Eh, I had to give a similar spiel to all my Uncles and Aunts about why I didn’t want to go where they went. I’m glad you liked it, because they sure didn’t…” Sam and Berni had become fast friends like it was nothing. Pretty soon, the two had arrived at Berni’s dorm, which Sam noted just so happened to be a few floors up from theirs. They were ready to leave and say goodbye, but just before they did, they realized there was still one last thing they needed to do: “Oh, I almost forgot, here’s your hanky back. Sorry I used a little bit. You’ll have to tell me where you got it sometime because I swear this thing is so damn cute. I’m gonna order like five of them for myself,” they said as they offered Berni the handkerchief she had given them.

“Oh no, you can keep it. I’ve got plenty,” Berni told them. “Do you mind if I keep yours though? It’s got all my snot on it, but I love how big it is. It’s perfect for my big sneezes and blows.”

“Of course,” Sam said, “maybe we can swap more hankies some time.”

“You know what, before you go, I’ve got plenty of time left before my next class. Do you wanna see my hanky collection in my dorm room?” Berni asked.

“Of course,” Sam replied.

Berni removed the key to her dorm from her pocket as she dabbed her nose with her new (albeit now quite grubby) hanky. Unfortunately, she then opened the dorm to reveal it was not as empty as either assumed. Inside was a tall, lanky, redheaded girl rummaging through a dresser whom Sam immediately recognized as Lottie.

Berni was visibly startled by Lottie’s unexpected presence in the room. She immediately moved to try to hide her handkerchief, but Lottie turned around before she could hide it. However, when Lottie turned around, it was not Berni she addressed, but Sam, “Oh, hi Sam, it’s good to see you again,” she said flirtatiously, “I see you’ve already met my roommate…”

“Hi Lottie. Turns out that me and Berni sit next to each other in Latin. I thought the lecture was honestly really boring, but I sat next to Berni and she helped keep me awake through it, so we went to go get some lunch together,” Sam explained as Berni began to frantically wipe her dripping nose with her handkerchief.

“Oh, great,” Lottie said with positivity quickly fading from her voice. “Ew, gross. Where did you get that thing? It looks like a napkin you took out of a restaurant and contaminated with all your wet goop.” Clearly deeply shaken by Lottie’s insults to Sam’s handkerchief, Berni tried to step back behind Sam to hide, but her hiding place was given away by a pair of hastily muffled

“Hrppshh! Hmpffshh!”’s

“Oh, great, now you’re sneezing everywhere. Way to kill a girl’s appetite before lunch Miss Snot Factory.”

“Hey, she has allergies. Allergies suck. She can’t just not be allergic.” Sam told Lottie.

“Yeah, but the least she can do is try to hold it in or take it somewhere else?”

“Hold it in? She can’t hold it in! And where else would she take it? This is her dorm room.”

“What’s a cute boy like you doing with her,” Lottie said, changing the subject as she moved uncomfortably close to Sam.

“Lottie, they’re non-binary,” Berni said through her handkerchief.

“No, it’s okay. I’m okay with boy,” Sam reassured, “But to you Lottie, I’d prefer to just be Sam.”

There was a long uncomfortable silence before Lottie picked up her backpack, slung it over her shoulder, exited the dorm room with a nonchalant, “Okay,” and slammed the door.

“I…I’m sorry for that,” Berni told Sam.

“For what?”

“She’s just been like that to me since I got here. Never to anyone else. Just…to me,” Berni explained dejectedly.

There was a long pause before Sam told her “You’ve dealt with enough for today. How about you show me your hanky collection.”

“Okay,” Berni said, becoming noticeably happier and giving Sam another momentary glimpse of her wonderful smile.

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humanvoreture · 2 years

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(🔔 Anon)

UGH I HATE MY PAST SELF SO MUCH AAAAAAAA

Okay okay let me just explain, I once fell in love with this boy, and then once I started oversharing and venting and being overall pretty clingy, he started ignoring me !!

I sent him this long text asking him why and that I just wanted him to tell me why (and hopefully talk to me again) and he sent me this long text back saying he did have a crush on me and I felt so happy :)

But he then said that he felt uncomfortable with how my mood was always down (I was going thru a tough time) and so we stopped talking 😭

Here's where the mistake happened. My friends convinced me to DELETE OUR CONVERSATIONS SO NOW I CANT FIND HIS TEXTS GSHSBSHJSN

I HATE MYSELF NOW I'M EVEN MORE OBSESSED UGHHHH (I've been like this for years)

Okay okay but today something good happened at least :'(

I go to this one class with him, and after I made a loud 'yes' (I did something good for once) he mocked me on another table by saying it too !!

I know he probably barely remembers me, and he was if anything being rude, but I'm so happy he even 'interacted' with me :)

I still dream about him. I still want him.

Sorry this is long, I think I just wanted to write it down? Also what are ur thoughts on this? Ty for reading <3

Mmm idk if you’re asking for my thoughts in a sane and logical mindset or if you’re looking for a more outlandish and mentally unstable reply I’ll give you both though.

Sanely I believe your friends made the right move. He does not seem like he’d be a good s/o if he’s already so disinterested in you when you’re going through a bad patch. Of course if you warned him and explained to him that you’re going through a lot during that time and he just sees that as you being unpleasant then that is concerning and a red flag. However he’s not entirely at fault for feeling that way. He knows he’s not the right person to deal with that and made a correct decision in removing himself from your life. Also if you didn’t tell him what you’re going through he could’ve possibly just assumed you’re a very pessimistic person and didn’t want to deal with that. Again, he would not be in the wrong for setting boundaries or sticking to his ideal type. You friends sound like great people. They helped you avoid a worse heartbreak and it’s good that you deleted the messages so you wouldn’t be so attached and clingy on to every bit of hope and reminiscing causing yourself greater pain. I do think he remembers you however that does not guarantee such feelings would still be in tact.

Now off the meds… this is your chance to slowly wiggle yourself back into his life. You could slowly start talking to him again copying the way he talks learning his interests and then getting into them. You could scope out who he hangs with and who he seems to be close with then become friends with them to get closer to him. Maybe bring him up in a conversation once in a while never too frequently to the point they know what you’re doing just enough to learn how he acts around them and what he does while not around you. He liked you before you can definitely manipulate him into loving you again and if you can’t then you should change yourself so that you can get what you want. It’s all about the approach. Text him again once you guys start talking. Some people like clingy and some don’t. Some like straight forward and others like to be in control. You need to read him properly and go from there.

#hvasks #🔔anon

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duckymcdoorknob · 3 years

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I would just like to share that this is also my routine and seeing it written down is HILARIOUS

Encore!

Ships: Yuu Nishinoya x Gn!Performer!Reader

Warnings: None!

Prompt: (Y/N) has always been at Karasuno’s volleyball matches, no matter where or when they are. When the captains decide that it’s the boys’ turn to support (Y/N), Nishinoya finds himself infatuated as he’s introduced to the world of performing arts,

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Songs used: Master of the House from “Les Miserables” and Santa Fe from “Newsies”

After an agonizingly long deuce, Karasuno was at match point with the team they were playing. It was a difficult situation, since Nishinoya and Hinata just swapped places. They had no libero, and Hinata was in the back row.

“Give us a good one, Kageyama!” Daichi chimed as he prepped himself for the receive.

Kageyama spun the ball in his hands, grazing it with his fingertips. He exhaled as he threw it upward, subsequently slamming it to the floor.

It whizzed past all of their opponents and hit the floor

A service ace!

“Yes!” (Y/N) cried out quite loudly as the final whistle blew, indicating the boys’ win.

Saeko shot them a stern look.

“Oh! Right. Thanks.” They said bashfully, subduing their voice.

The Karasuno cheer squad hurried to the doors to wait for their favorite boys. When they came out, panting with gentle smiles, (Y/N) rushed to hug Nishinoya.

“You guys were amazing out there!” They cooed in a very gentle tone.

“Thanks (Y/N)!” Daichi beamed, “Except why are you being so quiet?”

“Ah. Vocal rest, I have a big showcase tomorrow.” They chimed in response.

“Wait really? Why didn’t you tell us?” Suga interjected, “We’ll totally be there for you!”

Their eyes lit up and their cheeks warmed up, “Oh! Uh a-alright!” Truthfully, none of the boys had ever heard them sing before, so they couldn’t help but feel nervous, “The details are on the cork-board in the library.”

And with that, the team and their cheerleaders made their way to dinner.

—

When the next morning came, (Y/N) did their usual ritualistic actions: A glass of hot throat-coat tea, ixnay on the dairy for the past week, no chocolate, coffee, peanut butter, or heavy foods. They took a warm shower and gently hummed in heir lower range. While the water warmed up, they put their two songs they were singing on and lip-synced as they practiced their emotions.

The day passed without issue, with (Y/N) absolutely silent in all of their classes. When in the bathroom, they would scrunch their eyebrows up and down, just so they wouldn’t hurt later.

—

“Ten minutes till curtain!” (Y/N)’s director yelled through the split in the large velvety curtain.

(Y/N) felt giddy, they couldn’t help but smile widely at the thought of their favorite boys coming to support them.

“Say, Aikho.” They said in their normal speaking voice, “When you finish my makeup will you do me a solid?”

“Ughhhh. What?” Their friend replied with a purse of their lips, sticking their tongue out as they focused on blending the contour.

“Can you peek through and tell me if you see my boys?”

“Oh? You’re expecting a special someone?” Aikho teased as she blew excess eye shadow off of the prickly brush.

“I-Aikho!” They hissed as they averted their gaze, “Don’t tease me!”

“Is it Nishinoya?”

“Aikho!”

“Sorry sorry.” She giggled as she shook her head. “I’ll be right back.”

Aikho stood to her feet and peeked through the split in the curtain. As promised, all of the boys were in the audience, talking excitedly to one another as they scanned through the program. When Daichi caught Aikho’s eye, he waved, along with the rest of the boys.

“Your favorite people are here (Y/N)!” She called loudly, getting both their attention and the team’s.

“Curtain’s rising! Places people!” The director called as the house lights dimmed.

—

After Aikho absolutely crushed her cover of Good Morning Baltimore, it was time for the group number. The whole cast took to the stage, as (Y/N) and Aikho turned their mics on.

When the curtain opened, (Y/N) saw all of the boys smiling at them, yes even Tsukishima.

“My band of soaks, my den of dissolutes.” (Y/N) sang in a faux drunken tone.

Nishinoya found himself glued to the scene before him. He knew nothing of or about theatre, and yet (Y/N) had him yearning to discover so much more.

“Welcome monsieur! Sit yourself down and meet the best innkeeper in town!” They cooed as they interacted with one of their cast mates.

The song was going swimmingly, just as it was in rehearsal.

(Y/N) stepped toward the bonnet of the stage to break the fourth wall, “food beyond compare! Food beyond belief! Mix it in a mixer and pretend it’s beef.” They pinched their nose to show their disgust, ushering a laugh from the audience.

—

“Everybody raise a glass to the master of the house!”

The audience clapped loudly, especially the boys. The lights came up and it was time for a 15 minute intermission.

“I’ll be right back guys.” Noya announced to his team, making his way to the foot of the stage.

“Hey Nishinoya!” Aikho chimed, “Let me run and go get (Y/N). They’re very happy that you’re here.” She finished with a wink, disappearing through the curtain.

Aikho found (Y/N) internally panicking. They had the show stopping number at the very end of the showcase, and we’re having huge doubts in themself.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Calm down boo! You’re going to nail this.”

“Aikho I just- what if my voice cracks, or even worse, breaks? What if I forget the song lines? God what if I mess up the final note? I mean shit that’s the most important one!”

“(Y/N) come with me.” Aikho replies patiently, grabbing the anxious performer’s wrist.

When the two performers appeared through the split In the curtain, the boys began to cheer for them very loudly.

“(Y/N)!” Nishinoya cooed, “You’re amazing! Your voice is so good and like you’re SO good at making faces.”

“Face acting.” Aikho corrected for him.

“YEAH! Face acting, you’re amazing at that.” he nodded with a proud grin.

“Heh. Thanks Noya.” They replied sheepishly, fanning their watery eyes.

Nishinoya’s face dropped, “What’s going on?”

“I have a huge song at the end of the show. I’m just so scared I’m going to mess it up.”

“Well, telling you not to worry here is like telling me not to worry before a match. You know what to do. You’ve practiced endlessly I'm sure, and they wouldn’t have picked you for this song if they didn’t think you could do it.” the libero replied happily.

“I know that but I just know I’m going to crack up on the stage. I’ll be so nervous that I’m going to choke during the beginning, and all I have to do is talk there. I’m gonna croak, Yuu!” (Y/N) pinched the bridge of their nose in annoyance, “Why did I ever agree to th-”

“Hey.” Noya grabbed both of their hands and wore a patient smile, ”You can always just stare me down whenever you need to, I’ll smile super big back at you. You’ve got this, yeah?”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but to laugh softly as they felt their ears warm up, “Thank you Noya, I’ll be sure to do that.”

—

The curtain split as a harsh spotlight shone on (Y/N), who was now wearing a Newsie cap and suspenders with their outfit. As the track began to play, they closed their eyes and sighed heavily.

“Folks we finally got a headline! Newsies crushed as bulls attack.” They choked out. They continued to suffer through the speaking portion of the song as their mind raced.

Shit.

C’mon (Y/N) calm down.

This is your moment you have to-

A sudden flash distracted their inner monologue.

When they turned their head, they were met with Nishinoya holding up his phone. He turned it off and pointed to himself. “Eyes on me.” He mouthed.

(Y/N) nodded and gazed into his amber eyes.

“Let me go, far away. Somewhere they won’t ever find me and tomorrow won’t remind me of today.”

—

“Santa Fe, my old friend! I can’t spend my whole life dreaming, though I know it’s all I seem inclined to do!”

A large chunk of the boys found themselves fighting back their tears as (Y/N) made their way to the apex of the song. Their practice of their emotional piece of the song indefinitely helped, for the boys felt a strong connection with them.

(Y/N) was yet to break Nishinoya’s gaze, regardless of their position on the stage. As they jumped and paced and ran, their eyes were locked onto the libero’s own.

“I’ve got nothin’ if I ain’t got...”

With a gentle exhale and a sharp inhale, (Y/N) prepped for the final moments of the song.

“Santa... Fe!”

As they sang the last note, they slowly pulled their cap to their chest. The note rang through the auditorium, bouncing across the rafters and filling the audience’s ears.

“BRAVO!” Nishinoya cried, instigating the booming applause. The audience jumped to their feet and cried out in praise.

They did it.

Thank goodness.

And it was all because of Nishinoya.

—

“(Y/N)!!!” Noya yelled as he saw the performer exit through the curtain.

When (Y/N) approached where the boys were seated, they were met by a teary-eyed Nishinoya handing them a large bouquet of (Favorite Flower)s.

“Ryu says it’s etiquette to give a actor flowers after they perform. And I remembered you said that (f/f)s were your favorite so...”

“They’re amazing! Thank you Noya.” They pulled the libero into a tight hug, “But why are you all crying?”

“Wait you seriously don’t know?” Suga replied wiping his eye, “Your performance was just... so full of passion. You absolutely nailed it.”

“Ah thanks guys!” They cooed as they averted their gaze in embarrassment.

As (Y/N) chatted with the boys, they failed to notice Aikho coming behind them.

“(Y/N)!”

“GAH!” They yelped as they lost their footing, subsequently falling forward and nearly hitting the floor.

“Woah! Careful there!” Noya said as he quickly caught them in his arms.

“Ooooou~ (Y/N) has a booooooyfrieeeend!” Aikho teased, making an obnoxious kissy face motion. The boys laughed as the two looked at each other with wide eyes, stuttering protests at the girl.

“Y-you’re insufferable.” (Y/N) replied, pinching the bridge of their nose.

“And you’re still in Nishinoya’s arms.” Aikho replied with a wink, causing the two’s faces to burn, “Anyways, the cast is going to dinner and we wanted to know if the team wanted to come with us.”

“Yahoooo! Food!” Hinata chimed, “Can we captain?”

“I’m sure it wouldn’t kill us to miss one practice.” Daichi replied with a patient smile.

The rest of the team cheered.

“Besides. It seems a few of us have some chatting to do.” He completed his statement with a wink toward the libero.

“Hah! Nice, Daichi.” Aikho said with a high five to the captain, “C’mon (Y/N), Kaido is going to get you out of that make-up before you get itchy.”

“Sure.” They made a move to leave, but were inhibited as they remembered where they were.

“Hey uh, you gotta let ‘em go, Noya.” Tanaka said with a chuckle.

The two split apart with embarrassed laughter, (Y/N) following Aikho back to the dressing rooms. As they began to walk toward the stage, the two performers overheard Tanaka’s voice.

“Dude everyone knows you like each other except you two! Please just ask them out already!”

(Y/N) and Aikho stared at each other with wide eyes before quietly squealing like a bunch of schoolgirls.

“Go ahead and find Kaido, he’s waiting by the costume closet.” Aikho commanded, “I’ll be right back there, I just gotta tell Daichi where we’re going.”

As (Y/N) disappeared backstage, Aikho bounded up to Daichi, “Hey, Daichi.”

The captain turned to face her, “Huh? Oh hey Aikho, what’s up?”

The scheming girl held her pinkie out, “I wanna make a bet.” she grinned evilly, “(Y/N) and Noya will be dating by the end of the night.”

“Deal.” the captain interlocked their pinkies with a matching evil grin, “If you win, I’ll buy us both tickets to see Hamilton. If I win, you let me take you out to dinner.”

“Haha you’re smooth, cap. Seems like you and I go out on a date regardless.” Aikho gave a playful wink to Daichi.

“What can I say?” Daichi shot a look to Nishinoya, meeting his gaze, “Love is in the air after all.”

—————✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞—————

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tom-holland-parker · 3 years

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Drafted

Summary: Bucky has to tell you that he leaves tomorrow but not without leaving you with plans for when he gets back

Pairing: 40s!bucky x reader

Word count: 1344

Notes: Broke my heart while writing this because we all knows what happens after he leaves and Jesus Christ it just hurts to think about how y/n is gonna feel when she realizes he not coming back...ughhhh

Masterlist

Bucky had made a lot of choices in his life, but deciding to keep this a secret was the hardest one. The letter remained in his sock drawer for weeks as he contemplated ways to tell you, his guilt eating him alive as the days drew closer

“I got drafted”

He’d practiced those words over and over again trying to find any way to make them sound different. Trying to make them sound better. Maybe a larger part of him was hoping it would all go away if he avoided it but he knew it wouldn’t, not with the way the war was going.

So now here he was with 1 day left to tell you the truth

Bucky took a deep breath as he knocked on your door, smiling when your mother opened it, “Good Evening Ma’am”

“Hello James, Y/N is just getting her shoes on, please come in” She said as she opened the door wider. Bucky stepped in, enjoying the familiar smell of your mother's apple pie coming from the kitchen, “So where will you two be going tonight?”

“We’re going to the Stark expo tonight” You replied as you came down the stairs. Bucky couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you, wearing the pink dress he loved on you and the necklace he gave you for your birthday last year. “Well look at you all dolled up for me” He said as he kissed your cheek.

“Not too bad yourself handsome” You chuckled, “We should get going, Mom I’ll be home by curfew love ya”

///

The night was amazing, filled with fun as you and Bucky looked at all the new inventions. As the night went on Bucky glanced at his watch nervously, “Doll we gotta go” You chuckled grabbing his hand, “My curfew isn’t for another two hours”

Bucky shrugged his shoulders as you both quickly jumped into the car he borrowed from a friend, “We’re actually making a quick stop before I drop you off” He said as he began to drive. Your brows furrowed, “Where exactly are you taking me Mr. Barnes?”

He chuckled, “if I tell you it’d ruin the surprise”

You jokingly huffed in disappointment as you looked out the window, watching as the apartment building quickly turned into houses, you were definitely far from home, “Bucky where are you taking me?”

“Don’t worry you’ll like it.” He stopped driving after a few more minutes, parking outside of a small white house with a match white picket fence boarding the lawn. You glanced at him, your face filled with confusion, “A house?”

He chuckled pointing towards the house, “One day I’m gonna buy you that house” You smiled, moving closer to rest your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around you. “And we’ll have two kids,” he continued, “and a dog”

“And fireworks every fourth of July” You chimed in, picturing your picture perfect life with Bucky. He’d come home after a long day of work, greeting you with a kiss. You guys would throw a huge barbeque every fourth of July, ending the night with fireworks and s’mores. You watch from the back door as Bucky plays catch with your son while you cradle the sleeping baby girl in your arms.

So many scenarios played out in your head as you rested in his arms, it wasn’t until he placed a small kiss on your temple that you were pulled out of your imagination. You looked up at him, his lips meeting your for a quick kissed before he pulled away from you, “I have to tell you something”

“What's wrong?” You questioned, noticing the look of nervousness and worry on his face. He took a deep breath, here goes nothing, he thought to himself, “I got drafted. I leave tomorrow”

The words hit you like a ton of bricks, you see the countless of boys being drafted and every night you prayed that Bucky would never be added to that list of boys, but as luck would have it here you were. You stood silent, utterly speechless as your eyes filled with tears. Trying but failing to blink them away as you shook your head in disbelief, “No you’re lying. That’s not something to joke about”

Bucky’s heart broke as he watched you process the words he said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know how to tell you”

“How could you keep this from me?” You wiped your tears, it was useless though, the tears just kept falling. Bucky sighed pulling you into a hug before gently holding your face with his large hands, “I’m sorry, If I could change it I would but don’t worry I’m going to come back to you no matter what it takes”

You swallowed the lump growing in your throat, “Promise?”

He smiled, kissing your forehead, “I promise”

///

The next day you got up extra early, catching Bucky at the bus stop surrounded by the other drafted men who were saying goodbye to the people they loved, “what are you doing here?” he said as he pulled you into a tight hug, spinning you around before letting you go.

You chuckled, “Did you really think I’d let you leave without saying goodbye?”

“No, I figured you’d find some way to see me before I left.” He said with a smile, “So what do you think” he took a step back so you could see him fully. It hurt to see him in his uniform but you couldn’t ignore how good he looked.

“Well aren’t you a dreamboat” You joked, “I need a picture before you leave”

Bucky rolled his eyes, but smiled for the camera as you took the picture, you smiled as the polaroid printed, “Gotta show our future kids just how handsome you are”

“Well it’s only fair that they get to see what a catch their mother is” he grabbed the camera, pulling you closer to him as he took a picture of the both of you. “Keep it” you chuckled, putting it in his pocket, “that way all the pretty nurses will know your mine”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “You know I only have eyes for you doll”

“Alright boys, on the bus” the tall man shouted. You watched as everyone said their final goodbyes. You looked at him, not having the guts to say goodbye, “two kids and a dog” You said quietly as tears slowly trailed down your face. It was an unusual way to say goodbye but it was good enough for you.

Bucky nodded, kissing your forehead before pulling you in for a final hug, “and fireworks every fourth of July”

Present day

It took a long time for Bucky to gain the courage to actually go to the museum, every time he thought about going he would chicken out. Too nervous to think about that time in his life. It took Sam weeks to finally convince him to go and now here he was, staring at the exhibit dedicated to people that died in the war.

He rolled his eyes as he saw his face on the screen, “James “Bucky” Buchanan Barnes, died during an ambush. His remains were not found, his only belonging found was a picture many say he kept in his pocket at all times. This picture can be found at the end of the exhibit on the photography wall” He heard the guide tell the group of people nearby.

He sighed making his way to the end of the exhibit, searching the wall for the picture. It took a few minutes but there it was. There was obvious damage, wear and tear from years of being tossed around but he could still see you. He could still make out all the lines on your face, the shape of your lips, the shape of your eyes. He smiled, taking out his phone to take a picture of it. He took one last look at it before deciding he’d had enough for today. He’d come back another day to see you again

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procrastinatingsapphictrash · 4 years

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Can’t get over her

Word count: 5010

Genre: A little angst with a little fluff

Pairing: Natasha x fem!reader

Warnings: Little bit of swearing (let me know if I need to add more)

Summary: Reader has always had a bit of a crush on Natasha but it’s unrequited. She lets Tony and Wanda take her to a club and Nat starts acting differently.

A/N: This is not a request, I just felt like writing this story. I’m super nervous about this because I’m not sure if it’s very good but I thought I would post it in case anyone is interested. This is my first x reader fic and first Natasha/Marvel fic so I wasn’t sure how to write it. That being said I hope you enjoy, and if you do, I’m always open to take requests! Btw this is completely unimportant but even though this fic is a medium length, it’s the longest story I’ve actually completed so I feel proud of myself for that!

“Y/n!” A voice rang out loudly disrupting your sleep.

“Ughhhh,” you groaned, “what do you want?” Instead of an answer the door to your room gets thrown open loudly, allowing all the light to come in. You bury yourself under the blankets, partly to stop your eyes from seeing the light and partly to hide the fact that you were wearing Avengers themed pyjamas.

“Rise and shine sweetheart!” You hear Tony’s voice mock. Reluctantly you poke your head out of the blankets just enough so you can see and squint at your best friend/mentor just in time to see him rush off, probably to wake up another unfortunate avenger. When you first joined you never expected to like Tony at all, much less consider him your best friend or look up to him. You had heard rumors of him being inappropriate with women and while his jokes most certainly were and you did occasionally catch him staring at your boobs he never did anything creepy to make you uncomfortable and inside he was a good man, way more so than you expected.

All that in mind you decide to get out of bed to see why Tony woke you up because he (probably) wouldn’t wake you up for no reason. Taking a minute to change out of the avenger pyjamas and into some clothes as well as brush your hair you wander downstairs. On the way down you bump into Clint who unlike you has made absolutely no effort to look presentable and looks like he just rolled out of bed. You say a quick hello but he just grunts in return, not even looking at you. Inwardly laughing about how much Clint hates to be awake in the morning you continue downstairs to meet up with the rest of the avengers who are varying degrees of awake. Most seemed to be like you; awake and fairly alert but not happy about it. Clint was probably the most asleep and Tony the most awake considering he was practically bouncing off the walls. Looking around you see everyone except for Thor and Natasha. Thor wasn’t there very often because he wasn’t from earth and Natasha usually avoided group activities at all costs to your displeasure since you had a secret (not very secret) crush on the assassin.

“So why did you wake us up, at an ungodly hour may I add, and bring us down here?” You ask Tony, curious.

“That information is above your clearance level.” He replies somewhat sarcastically.

“Does anybody else know what is going on?” you ask. “Or did Tony wake me up for no reason, in which case I’m going back to bed.” They all shift guiltily on their feet except for Clint who seems to be still too tired to pay attention leading you to believe they are all up to something you wouldn’t like. Nobody answers your question so you glare around the room, your eyes landing on Steve. He almost squirms under your gaze and eventually seems to give in.

“I’m sorry Y/N, this wasn’t my idea and thinking back on it we probably shouldn’t-”

“We are giving you a makeover and finding you a date.” Tony cuts Steve off.

“Seriously??!??!??” You half shout. “What makes you think I want to go on some random date you guys set up? If I want to go on a date I can find one myself.”

“Y/N…” Wanda says softly, reminding you to stay calm.

“Don’t Y/n me,” you say, still angrily yet quieter, “I can find my own dates, thank you very much.” Tony gives a small snort of laughter in response to this.

“Sure you can kid. I mean it’s not like you haven’t been on a date in over two years. Or that you’re harboring a crush for our resident scary assassin that prevents you from dating others.” You glare at him but stay silent because all of what he said is true. In your head you excuse the not dating off as being busy because you are a hero yet almost everybody on the team is dating someone and it all seems to be working out fine.

“Look Y/n,” Tony says softly which is a rarity for him, “I know you wish something could happen between you and Romanoff but it hasn’t happened yet and likely never will. You need to get over her and back out there. Besides we weren’t planning on choosing your date for you, we were just planning to go clubbing later with you.”

“Ok,” you agree begrudgingly, “I’ll do it, I just don’t see the need to wake me up at 7 in the morning if we aren’t going out until tonight. Also does everybody need to be here right now?”

“I second that,” Clint says in a voice still rough from sleep, “just because I helped planning a little bit does not mean I had to wake up early to have this conversation. I’m going back to bed.”

Wanda rolls her eyes at him before turning to you, “No not everyone has to be here right now, Tony just got a little over excited. As for you, as we said we are giving you a makeover which means we have to go to the hair appointment I set up plus I was thinking we could go shopping since we almost never have time to. Besides Natasha gets back from her solo mission sometime later today, so we wanted to talk with you when she wasn’t around.”

“Ok,” you respond with a little bit of excitement, “when do we leave?”

“Right now! We can have brunch while we’re out!”

“Yes and then we can go get our nails done and gossip!” Tony says in a fake voice. Both you and Wanda turn to look at him exasperated. “Ok fine, maybe not but I am coming and we are gossiping. Also I need to find a good birthday present for Pepper’s birthday next week.”

“Well that’s good you’re coming because unless you want the same reaction as last year, you’re going to need a lot of help.” Wanda replies. You laugh a little as the three of you leave the tower, Wanda and Tony continuing their mock argument about Tony’s gift giving skills.

Five hours later and you severely regretted going along with their plan. You were already exhausted and still had so much to do before going clubbing. You had already bought an outfit plus a few others which wouldn’t be so bad except Wanda and Tony made you try on what you believed to be the whole store before they seemed satisfied with your look. You had also gotten your nails done and were currently finishing up a lovely brunch which consisted of waffles, maple syrup and some fruits. That would have been enjoyable if not for the fact that Tony and Wanda alternated between nagging you about not chipping a nail and teasing you about your pathetic love life. It was a well known fact in the tower that while they didn’t hate each other, Tony and Wanda didn’t usually get along well but that was probably for the best since together they were ruthless. They seemed to have decided that the time for brunch was over so sighing you followed them out of the restaurant after Tony paid the bill. That’s the one positive at least, all of it was free for you thanks to Tony.

Another five hours later and you could honestly say you were looking forward to the night more than you thought you would. You were currently looking in the mirror in your room and although usually you tended to be indifferent towards your body, sometimes even insecure, you had to admit that you looked pretty hot. The dress was in the perfect colour to bring out your eyes according to Wanda and although it was the perfect balance between classy and slutty, revealing a bit of skin and showing off your assets while still leaving it to the imagination. You also were carrying a black purse which matched your nails and shoes. Your makeup was perfectly done, naturally showing you beauty but adding a little extra glimmer. The thing you were most proud of however and the most noticeable change you had made was your hair. Before you had hair that when completely straight could reach your waist but now it was barely long enough to tuck behind your ears. When you first got to the hair salon you were planning on just trimming it and straightening in it but when you got in the chair something came over you and you just decided to chop it all off.

BANG! The door to your room barges open and Wanda comes flying in.

“Damn girl! You look hot as fuck!” You blush profusely at her words managing to stammer out a thank you. You have never been good at taking compliments because you always get a little shy and awkward.

Tony pokes his head around the doorframe and gives a whistle. “You are smoking hot Y/n, I mean if I didn’t have Pepper I would be all over you. You ready to go?” Not waiting for an answer he turns and starts towards the elevator. You follow but not before exchanging an eye roll with Wanda about Tony’s words. The elevator ride is short and smooth thanks to Tony’s engineering so you don’t have enough time to succumb to the urge of placing your hands on the bars and pushing while lifting your feet. The elevator beeps, Jarvis informing you that you’ve reached the ground level and the doors open. You step out ready to get on with your night but the sight of Natasha just back from a mission freezes you in your tracks.

“Hi,” you say lamely, “I thought you were supposed to get back earlier today?”

“We had some intel that wasn’t fully correct but luckily it didn’t take too long to fix. You look different, where are you heading off to?”

You glance at Tony and Wanda for help because for some reason you feel awkward telling her but they don’t seem to know what you want so you answer anyways. “We’re going clubbing, I’m kinda nervous since I haven’t been in awhile but Wanda helped me get ready-”

“Hey I helped too!”

You ignore Tony’s protest and continue to speak. “-and I think it should be fun. Also there will for sure be hot girls there which is always a plus.”

“Seems like it should be fun,” she responds in her monotone ‘I don’t care’ voice that you hate, “Good luck with the girls though, because your hair looked better long, I don’t like it like this.” You don’t usually get offended easily but you feel tears spring to your eyes at her comment. The only good part is that she doesn’t notice because she’s already walking away, swaying her hips, either not knowing or caring that she hurt you.

Tony and Wanda rush over to you. “Oh sweetie,” Wanda comforts while wrapping an arm around you, “don’t listen to her, that’s not true at all!”

“Then why would she say it?” You ask, careful to keep your voice from cracking because you hated showing when you were upset.

“I don’t know and honestly I don’t give a fuck.” Tony replies. “Just don’t think about it too much, the whole point of this night is to get over her anyways.” You give him a small smile at that. Tony is good with words which translates into being good at comforting people. You know he’s right so although the comment is still upsetting you do your best to push it out of your mind. Locking arms with both Tony and Wanda you pull them towards the door and into the waiting limo. You couldn’t help but smile at the way Tony ruffled your hair as you stepped in or how Wanda kept running her fingers over her arm in an attempt to be reassuring. You had the best friends.

The ride over seemed way shorter than it was supposed to be and before you knew it the limo was stopped to let the three of you out. You take a deep breath and wipe your sweaty palms on your dress before smiling and stepping out after Tony and Wanda. Nobody seems to have noticed the three of you yet which was a good thing. Being Avengers Tony and Wanda were pretty much celebrities and often got swarmed by groups of fans. Technically you were an avenger as well but like Natasha and Clint it was only because you were a Shield so while you did get recognized it wasn’t as often and only tended to happen if you were with other avengers. You make your way inside, splitting from Tony and Wanda at the door. The plan was for them to go to the bar and look over you from there while you went straight to the dance floor because you preferred to be anonymous tonight and they would ruin that and also you didn’t feel like getting drunk. That was the plan at least but you suspected that they would get too drunk to continue watching over you because it had been stressful lately with a lot of paperwork and they needed to unwind. Wanda had practically confirmed that fact when she gave you permission to leave without them.

You step over to the dance floor glancing around to see if there looked to be any single women already there. The reason you had chosen this club was because although it wasn’t lgbtq+ exclusive, it was open to everybody and therefore frequented by many members of the community.

Just as you were glancing around you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Wanna dance?” You spin around to find the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen, apart from Natasha. It bothers you that you’re using Natasha as your standard and comparing other girls to her but you brush that off.

“I would love to!” At your response she takes your hand, pulling you into the crowd and starts to dance. You dance as well and slowly you lose track of time as you loosen up and your dancing with the girl becomes less and less innocent. You can feel yourself caring less about what Natasha thought although as great as this girl seemed to be you knew you weren’t ready for a relationship so you hoped she wasn’t looking for one. After what could be a couple of hours because you’ve completely lost track of time, you and the girl whose name you still don’t know head over to a corner of the room and take a seat on two of the stools that were provided.

“Hi, I feel like I should know your name by now, I’m Y/n.” You introduce yourself.

“Wait I thought you looked familiar!” She exclaims. “You’re the Y/n that’s a part of the avengers right?”

You awkwardly give a nod and gesture towards the bar where you can see Tony and Wanda who have obviously had at least a few drinks each. “Tony and Wanda came with me. They are just over there but I didn’t particularly want the spotlight tonight so I split from them at the door.”

“I understand, I must admit I have no desire to be famous. I’m Jamie by the way” She says with a cute little giggle before her mood seems to be more solemn. “I can’t believe I’m saying this to a literal avenger and if my friends find out they are going to kill me but I’m sorry if you’re looking for a relationship but I just got out of a serious relationship and am not ready for another one quite yet.”

You let out a relieved sigh. “I’m not looking for a relationship either, because I’m trying to get over my feelings for a friend.”

“Phew!” She replies. “But tell me more about this ‘friend’ of yours.” You take a minute to think before deciding that Jamie could be trusted. You begin to spill all about your feelings for Natasha and how she didn’t seem interested and what she said to you on your way here. Jamie listens sympathetically the entire time before telling you all about how she thought her ex was the one but it turns out she was emotionally abusive. Even though you just met you talk like old friends, offering advice on serious topics but also chatting about random things. You have 3 more drinks each and after every drink your barriers crumble more and more. Eventually you exchange numbers so you can meet up again although you both agreed it would be a platonic meetup. Just as you were giggling about a joke you couldn’t even remember, you saw Jamie tense up and a second later you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head in anger expecting it to be some creepy guy trying to hit on you but it turns to confusion when you see Natasha.

“Can we talk?” She asks, giving Jamie a dirty look. “At the tower. Without her.”

“Why?” You ask. “I’m having fun here Nat.” You specifically say her name as you speak so Jamie knows who you’re talking to.

“Just come home.” She says not answering your question, instead tugging at your wrist lightly. You sigh not knowing what to do so you glance at Jamie for help.

She shrugs and then says, “I have a ride home planned if you want to leave, but I wouldn’t mind staying longer if that’s what you want.”

You make a quick decision in your head before responding, “Ok, we’ll go back to the tower but there better be a good reason.” You then turn to Jamie, “Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe, and then we can figure out when to hang out.”

“Of course,” she agrees leaning forwards to hug you while whispering in your ear, “good luck but remember not to let her treat you badly just because you’re in love with her.” You pull back from the hug and smile at her as Natasha’s hand moves down to your own as she starts walking, pulling you along with her. You can barely think straight, you have no idea what is going on with Natasha or why she’s acting so weirdly. You glance over to Tony and Wanda to see if they’ve noticed what’s going on but just as you suspected they were drunk out of their minds. If they were normal friends you would have worried about them but you knew Tony’s drivers would get them home safe because although Tony was more responsible with Pepper around this was not the first time they’ve had to haul his drunk ass back to the tower.

Natasha continues to pull you out the door and over to her parked motorcycle where she hands you a helmet and one of her leather jackets. Still not speaking she hops on and motions for you to get on behind her. You swing your leg over the side somewhat awkwardly and scoot forwards so you can grab onto her waist. Once she’s sure you’re secured properly she hits the gas, the motorcycle roaring as it starts. You’ve never been on her motorcycle before so at first you are a bit nervous but after a couple of minutes you start to feel more comfortable. At this point your only nerves come from holding Natasha and wondering what she wants to talk to you about and not the motorcycle ride. Compared to the ride over to the club, this ride feels like it’s taking forever as you start to go over all the important reasons Nat would want to talk to you. You still didn’t know how to feel about everything because she insulted you earlier and now is making you feel important. To protect your feelings you tell yourself that there is probably a mission or a meeting that came up last minute and this isn’t just Natasha wanting to talk. It’s improbable because if that was the case she would have outright said so but you can’t think of any more plausible reasons off the top of your head. Luckily before you can analyze her strange behavior anymore you reach the tower and after parking underground you follow Natasha upstairs into the main living area which is obviously deserted as it is now between 3 and 4 am.

“So why did you want to talk?” You ask, breaking the silence as you take a seat on the couch.

“Why did you go to a club?” She asks, also sitting down on the other end of the couch, avoiding your question.

A surge of anger floods through you and while you don’t shout, you raise your voice a little. “Answer the fucking question Nat. Or did you bring me all the way back just to ask that?”

She looks somewhat surprised that you raised your voice but she keeps hers even. “I just wanted to know. It looked like you were having fun with whoever that girl is.”

“Yeah I was.” You respond, still confused. “But how do you know that?”

Natasha avoids eye contact looking everywhere but you. “I was watching you.”

“YOU WERE WHAT?” You shout before lowering your voice to avoid waking up the whole tower. “Why the fuck were you spying on me?”

“I- I wasn’t.” She replies seemingly caught off guard by your tone of voice. “I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“Tony and Wanda were with me.” You respond confused. There’s something she’s not telling you that’s making her act weird. She knew you could handle yourself so she obviously was not telling the truth, or at least omitting details. She hasn’t responded to your last statement, instead choosing to look at you in the weird way she does that makes you feel like you’re being interrogated. You decide that if she isn’t going to talk, you won’t either so you pull your phone out of your jacket to check it. You see a text from Jamie saying she got home ok with a little smiley face at the end that causes you to smile. You type back a quick reply, just saying you’re glad she’s safe and that you were with Natasha right now and were probably going to bed soon so you’d text her tomorrow. She wished you luck and goodnight with another little smiley face that made you smile again. Putting your phone away you look back up at Natasha only to find out she’s glaring at you.

Unsure of what could have changed her attitude towards you, you ask, “What?”

“Who were you talking to?” She asks ignoring your question for the second time tonight.

You sigh, “I don’t see how it’s any of your business but if you really must know I was just saying goodnight to the girl from the club, Jamie.”

“So that’s her name.” She says wrinkling her nose. Now you’re really confused as to what Natasha is thinking. You couldn’t tell on normal days but usually she acted rationally and never was like this.

“Why do you say it like that?” You ask.

“I don’t like her.”

“Why don’t you like her?”

“I just don’t.” She answers, offering no explanation. Although you do want to find out why Natasha doesn’t like her you’re too tired to spend the time asking questions so you stand up to go to bed.

“Where are you going?” She demands.

You sigh for what feels like the thousandth time of the night. “I’m going to bed. You wanted to talk to me but won’t actually talk, and when I ask you questions, instead of responding you insult my new friend.”

“Friend?” She questions.

“Jamie.” You say confused because you thought the answer was obvious.

“Oh.” She responds, “I’m sorry, please stay.” You think about it for a second, deciding to stay so you go to sit down again, but before you do Natasha scoots over to your end of the couch pulling you down into her side. Your entire body freezes up because you’re so unsure of what to do. Natasha never initiated physical contact of any kind but now she was practically hugging you. Seeming to realize how uncomfortable you were, she quickly moves away.

“Sorry,” she mutters, “That was stupid.”

“No, no, it’s fine, you can come back.” You respond quickly. As much as you were uncomfortable, it felt really nice to have her by your side. She somewhat shyly shifts back over to you but this time instead of wrapping her arm around your shoulders she nuzzles into your side, maneuvering your arms so they wrap around her. You have no idea what’s going on right now but you can’t help but smile as you look down at her. She looks cute and relaxed, with her hair covering parts of her face. Thinking about her hair reminds you of her opinion of your new haircut. You bite your lip nervously as you debate asking her about that or not. You definitely don’t want to ruin the cuddly mood that she’s in now but the comment still bothers you, not to mention you never actually found out why she took you home from the club.

“Um Natasha?” You ask in a timid voice. “Is my haircut really that bad?”

“Of course not, I think it suits you.” She responds smoothly. “I lied to you earlier.”

You smile at that. “Thank you but why?”

She takes a deep shaky breath before speaking. “Promise this won’t change anything between us first, that we will stay friends.”

“Ok,” You respond, earnest but confused, “I promise.”

“I didn’t like the idea of you going clubbing and coming home with some one night stand or even worse a girlfriend because I have feelings for you. So I was childish and took out my frustrations on you by pretending I didn’t like you. I’m sorry.” She’s looking up at you now, the most nervous you’ve ever seen her. Your mind is exploding with this new information and your heart feels so happy you can’t even believe what is going on.

“Is that why you were watching me with Jamie at the club and then told me you had to talk to me?”

“Yeah”

After a few more seconds of shocked silence that feels like hours to Natasha you finally speak. “I know I promised that this wouldn’t change anything between us but I don’t think it can be the same.” She starts to pull away from your side but before she can you lean over and press your lips against hers. At first you are hesitant but once she starts kissing back you gain confidence, the kiss getting more heated. After a minute or two you both pull away to catch your breath, smiling at each other.

Natasha lightly swats you on the arm. “You’re evil.” You giggle a little in response. “I was so worried for a second there, I thought you would be weirded out by that.” She continues also giggling slightly.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know that I had feelings for you,” you confess to her, “it was actually Tony and Wanda’s idea for me to go out because we all thought you didn’t like me so they thought it was a good idea to get over you.”

“Well that plan failed,” she says smirking, “I guess you can’t get over me.”

You look at her and yawn. “No I guess I can’t.”

At your yawn she glances at the clock. “We better get you to bed, it’s almost the time Steve wakes up for training.” You would like to spend more time with Natasha but you’re too tired to argue so you just nod and follow her as she pulls you up and leads you to your room, holding your hand the whole way. Inside your room she sits on your bed while you change, politely looking away. Once you’re in pyjamas you hold a pair out to her and she looks at you confused.

“Do you want to stay the night?” You ask her. She eagerly nods, accepting the pyjamas as you open your covers and crawl into bed. As soon as she’s done she turns off the lights and hops in behind you, spooning you. You sigh as you feel her plant a kiss on the back of your head. You can barely keep your eyes open and although you still haven’t talked about exactly what your new relationship with Natasha was yet, you were excited for what was to come. Your last thought before you drifted off to sleep was complete bliss as Natasha kept planting soft kisses on the back of your neck, head and shoulders.

The next morning you hear a loud pounding at your door. You groan and slowly gain consciousness, smiling as you remember last night and the redhead still cuddling you. Just like yesterday Tony doesn’t bother to wait for you to answer and instead barges straight in. His eyes widen when he sees the two of you spooning and he starts to splutter. You laugh at him with Natasha until he shouts for the other avengers to come. Multiple pairs of footsteps make your way to your bedroom and you see the shocked faces of a few of the other avengers, including Wanda, Steve and Clint.

“What,” Natasha says speaking up, “can’t a girl cuddle with her girlfriend in peace?” Steve immediately apologizes, ushering everyone out of the room and closing the door.

You raise your eyebrow. “Girlfriends?”

“I assumed so, if you want.” She responds.

“I like the sound of that...girlfriend.” You both smile at each other. You definitely did not complete your goal of getting over Natasha and instead fell further in love but you were totally ok with that.

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lavishedinjimin · 5 years

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Crybaby 2 (m)

— synopsis: jungkook doesn’t like to go easy on you.

↳ Pairing: jungkook x reader ↳ genre: smut ↳ word count: 3.7k ↳ warnings: JUST FUCKING PORN. dom!jk, sub!oc, daddy!jk, little!oc, OC is small in height, choking, cockwarming, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it till you tap it, kids!), degradation, OC cries during sex but like... wbk, jungkook has a big dick, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, size kink, edging, orgasm denial, name-calling, rough sex, sadism & masochism, spanking

A/N: This is a short part 2 of Crybaby! This oneshot has no plot whatsoever, just pure fucking, pure filth. Oops?

Sorry for any grammatical errors, please go easy on me sjkdkadj

“Jungkook—”

“Again?” Your boyfriend warns, his voice suddenly turning deep as he tilts his head to the side.

“Daddy,” you huff, “I don’t know if I can do it,” you said with a soft voice, immediately slipping little space. You watch your dominant play with the hot pink toy on his hand as he looks at your nervous figure. You were sat on the bed with your legs crossed together, looking up at Jungkook. He had no clothes on instead of his black briefs, the outline of his cock very prominent which made your mouth water.

He sighs and walks closer to you, caressing your soft cheek with his big hand. Your eyes flutter close for a quick second, leaning into the warmth of his palm. “Of course you can, my little girl.” He leans his head down so that you were now facing him. His hand swiftly moves down to wrap around your throat, making you gulp when he squeezes tightly. “You think daddy will make his precious baby girl do things that she can’t handle, hmm?”

When you don’t reply and just look at him with your big doe eyes, he bites his lip and runs a hand through your hair. “C’mon, baby.”

You can feel the mattress dip when Jungkook starts to lay on the bed, moving backward until his back hits the headboard. He pats his lap, inviting you. “Come here, princess.”

“Daddy…” you mewled, doing what he instructed you to. His hands quickly wrap around your waist, gripping tightly as you sat down on his clothed erection. Jungkook hisses, the feeling of your cute little bum against him already made him crazy.

Jungkook sets the vibrator down on the bed, wanting to prep you up first. “You don’t have to be afraid baby, it’s just me, yeah?” he says lovingly, pulling your upper body close to his chest. His lips brush against yours, smirking when he sees your cheeks flush pink. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you, baby girl. Daddy will make you feel so, so good.”

Jungkook suddenly lowers his grip from your waist and down to your hips, forcing your body to move. Your eyes widen when you feel his erection rub against your panties, your cunt growing wetter. His hands controlled the way your hips moved, and it felt like heaven.

“O-oh, p-please…” you whined, throwing your head back. You didn’t know what you were pleading for, but you can’t think of anything else but Jungkook and his hard cock beneath all the layers of fabric. He couldn’t wipe the smirk off of his face, absolutely loving how your body reacts so easily. You were so easy to please, and that was such a huge turn-on for him.

“You like that?” he mocks, bucking his hips up. His eyes roll to the back of his head when your body shivers in pleasure. Why the fuck does your sensitivity turn him on so much?

“Fucking hell, baby doll, you’re so fuckin’ cute.” He groans, wrapping both of his strong arms around your delicate figure. “Yeah, keep grinding on my cock baby. Make daddy proud.”

“Mmmphf, d-daddy, wan’ m-more,” you stuttered, certain that your panties were soaked to the brim, making the fabric stick to your folds. You can feel how hard he was through his briefs, his dick twitching from your little whimpers and moans of pleasure.

“I know, baby,” he grunts as he continues to buck his hips up, knowing how much your body loves it. “You’re not stopping until daddy tells you to.”

A cry leaves your lips, already feeling too much. Jungkook grabs the hem of your top and tugs it upwards. “Up,” he commands, and you oblige by lifting your arms up so that he can remove your shirt. You were wearing no bra, and the sight of your boobs and your erect nipples made him growl. He didn’t hesitate to play with your breasts as you continue to hump him, his fingers twisting and flicking your hard little buds. “Daddy!” you yelp when he gives your nipples a harsh tug, sending electric shocks all throughout your body.

Jungkook chuckles sadistically, smirking. “Is my princess wet enough to take my dick, hmm?”

You nod furiously, your patience bearing thin.

“Yes, yes, yes, please! Please daddy…”

Jungkook says nothing more as his hands fly to your panties, helping you remove the soaked fabric. “Fucking hell,” he growls, seeing your wet pussy all in display for him. “This pretty little cunt will be the death of me, baby girl,” he grunts as he cups your pussy, his digits working through your wet folds. He teasingly shoves the tip of his middle finger right against your hole, making you whimper.

He smirks as he chews on his bottom lip, “Who made you this wet, princess?”

Your cheeks heat up, his sharp eyes never leaving yours. You ignored his question, too focused on the feeling of his fingers playing with your folds. You can’t help how your hips continued to grind themselves on his long, slender digits. When you didn’t reply as quickly as he wanted to, he lands a sharp, firm slap on your engorged clit.

“Ahh! Daddy!” you cried, eyes closing from the pain it brought you. And there it was, the first tear dripping down your cheek. When Jungkook notices that you’re already crying, he lands another slap, harder.

“N-No,” you barely managed to whisper, leaning forwards to wrap your arms around him to seek comfort, but Jungkook wasn’t having it. He chuckles, a dark glint in his eyes - definitely feeling cocky.

He pushes your body away from him and wraps a firm hand around your throat. He growls, the look in his eyes was enough to burn holes into your soul. “When daddy asks you a question, fucking answer it,” he grunts through gritted teeth.

“I-I’m sorry—”

“Oh, so now you’re saying sorry.” You notice how he rolls his eyes right in front of you, making you feel small than you already were.

“Daddy—” you sniff.

Jungkook doesn’t give you any mercy, ignoring your cries and whimpers as he tightens the grip on your neck. He quickly grabs the vibrator and turns it on.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach when you hear the buzzing noise, feeling intimidated yet excited at the same time.

“You see this toy, baby girl?” he smirks, waving it in front of you, “Daddy’s gonna fucking edge you ‘till you hate me.”

“W-what?” you ask in a careful, quiet voice. Jungkook runs his gaze all over your little figure, from your dripping cunt and up to your flushed, sweaty face. His dick twitches in its confines, wanting nothing more than to fuck you rough. But he had to hold back. He needs to teach you a little lesson.

“Mhmm,” he smirks, “make that little cunt drip ‘till its red and begging to cum. And when I can see that you’re close…” he tugs on your neck so that your face was right in front of him. He presses his lips on yours for a quick second, before pulling away as he bites down on your lower lip, making you whine.

“Daddy’s gonna stop. He’s not gonna let you cum. And I don’t fucking care how much you cry, how much your body shakes, how much you beg and plead. I’m in control, my baby girl. I’m gonna let you cum until I say so.”

Your eyes drooped from his words, your stomach turning from the cruel things he’s about to do to you. You shut your eyes for a brief moment, feeling small droplets of tears escape your eyes.

It scared you, truly. But you know that all of this is a part of your kinks. You wanted him to control you - to dominate you. And you’re letting him do whatever he wants to you.

“Pick a safe word,” he whispers, your body jolting when he hovers the vibrator right above your clit.

“Umm,” you gulped, “Apple.”

“Apple it is.”

And without any warning, Jungkook firmly presses the buzzing toy right against your sensitive bud. Your body jumps, hands clutching on his arms from the sudden jolt of pleasure. It feels like you were being electrified, but in a more pleasurable way. You can’t stop how you keep whimpering and whining, your hips involuntarily grinding on the pink toy.

“Goddamn, baby. It’s on the lowest fucking setting and you’re acting like a little virgin.”

“Daddy!” you yell, looking up at him with blurry eyes. Your pussy clenches when he removes the grip he has on your throat but he grasps your hair instead. Your head tilts back, your mouth forming an ‘o’.

“Ohh, my little crybaby, so easy to please. So fucking sensitive. So fucking delicate.” He chuckles, switching the toy to a higher setting. He rubs the vibrator down to your folds and up to your clit. He repeats this a couple of times before prodding the tip against your entrance. Jungkook growls deeply when he sees you gush more juices out and onto the toy.

“I’m gonna cum daddy,” you cry, pleading at him with your eyes. You didn’t know as to why you had to tell him that, seeing that he’d do nothing about it anyway.

“And?” he quirks a brow up, looking down at you as if he didn’t care. The way he looked at you made you feel disappointed, hopeless, but you would be lying if you said that he didn't look hot.

Crying profusely now, your sniffs and sobs were getting louder. You wipe your tears with the back of your hands, looking at Jungkook pathetically.

In a second, Jungkook removes the vibrator away from your cunt as he watches your body shake. “No! No! Ughhhh!” you cried, instantly wrapping your arms around your boyfriend as your body shook. Jungkook scoffed, watching how you turned clingy and desperate.

“Desperate little bitch. Get my cock out, now,” he growls, and you quickly comply. Nimble fingers wrap around the waistband of his briefs as you tugged them down, a gasp emitting your lips when his cock stands up proudly. The tip was red and dripping in precum, making your needy pussy clench around thin air.

Jungkook wraps his hand around it, his head tilting back when his cock finally gains the needed friction. You watch as he pumps his long, thick cock slowly and sensually, obvious how he’s trying to tease you. His eyes never leave your own as he looks at you like you were his prey. He bites his lip slowly, giving you a wink, knowing how much it’ll affect you.

You whine loudly, bouncing up and down his lap impatiently. “Daddy!” you cry, “please, I’ll be good.”

“Oh?” he tilts his head to the side, stroking his cock faster, gripping it tighter.

“Yes daddy, please gi’me your cock,” you blush, never feeling this needy and horny. You wanted him to fuck your brains out so bad, but you knew that he wouldn’t let you go so easily.

“Maybe I will.”

You crease your brows, “What?”

“I’ll give your little pussy what it wants. But I’m not gonna fuck you, little girl. You’re gonna sit on your daddy’s big dick and keep it warm as I abuse your tiny clit, okay?”

Just listening to his cruel words made you cry even harder, your heart pumping rapidly in your chest.

He aligns the tip of his dick on your sopping entrance, ignoring your loud sniffs. His hands hold your hips firmly and force your body down, your pussy sinking down on his cock deliciously. Jungkook mutters out trains of curses as he feels your tight walls stretch around his thick girth. No matter how many times he fucks you, you were still so tight.

“D-da—oh my god…” You felt so full already and you were nowhere near halfway. He was so big, too big for your little pussy.

“That’s it, thaaat’s good,” he praises, “good girl, yeah? Good girl, swallow daddy’s cock like the good, little girl I know you are.”

When your cunt fully encloses around his dick, you couldn’t keep your upper body straight as you fall onto his chest. Jungkook gives the top of your head a quick kiss before engulfing your whole body inside his strong arms.

“That’s good, baby. So good.” He whispers tenderly, completely opposite from the harsh words he’s been telling you the whole time. “Keep daddy’s cock warm.” He whispers against the shell of your ear with a deep voice, sending shivers down your spine.

“Daddy, y-you’re not gonna fuck me?” you sniff, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. Jungkook’s cock twitches inside you when he sees how innocent you still looked, even after being so fucked out.

Jungkook smiles down at you as he shakes his head. “No.”

You groaned, clenching your pussy around his cock as you flailed your legs in frustration.

His hand grabs the vibrator and turns it on for a second time, wasting no time in pressing it on your throbbing clit.

“Oooohhh my god! Daddy!” you throw your head back, your stomach turning as you felt another orgasm coming close in such a short time. “Pleaaaaase! Please l-let me cum!” you cry, your eyes red from all the sobbing. Jungkook curses under his breath when he feels how your walls flutter around his cock so tightly, signaling that you were close already.

“Cumming already? Tsk, what a horny fuckin’ slut I have right here.”

His cock was so deep inside you. His tip was pressing against your g-spot but it frustrates you. He wouldn’t move. He wouldn’t let you move. You can’t do anything but cry and cry, desperate for an orgasm.

“Ohh, princess, wanna cum?” he teases, the wet toy rubbing little circles around your pulsing clit. “Wanna cum around daddy’s big cock?”

“Yes! Please! I-I can’t…”

Jungkook seems to have no mercy whatsoever, pulling the toy away to deny your orgasm.

“Fuck!” you yell, your eyes closing tightly as your body quivered and your pussy clenched harshly around his cock. You covered your face with your trembling hands, feeling so worn out. Your pussy gushed out more slick as it ran down to Jungkook’s heavy balls, covering them with your thick essence.

Jungkook tugs your hair and forces your head up. You look at him with red eyes. “Still remember your safe word?” he strictly asks.

You nod your head.

No matter how hard he’s pushing you to your limits, you know that he wouldn’t hurt you. You know that you’re safe with him.

“Good.”

Jungkook puts the vibrator into its highest setting and suddenly removes his dick from your cunt.

“Dadd—aaah!” you squealed out loud when Jungkook unexpectedly plunged the vibrator inside your tight cunt.

Your hands find their way on Jungkook’s arms as your nails harshly digs down on the skin, your eyes closing tightly as the vibrations inside your cunt made your whole body shake and tremble. You couldn’t form any coherent words, your body quivering in pleasure as Jungkook continues to fuck your pussy with the toy.

“Baby girl,” he coos, watching you in awe. “You’re my big girl, right? Fucking take it.”

“Da—ddy,” you mewled, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Jungkook pulls your body tight against his and wraps an arm around you. He holds your frail, abused little figure tightly, resting his chin on top of your head.

His cock twitches as it rests on his abdomen, pulsing and leaking more precum as he watches your body tear apart in front of him. He was so turned on, and he was desperate to watch you cum.

He fucks the toy faster in your little cunt, your breathing getting heavier and heavier as your body accumulated more sweat. You were fucking drooling on Jungkook’s chest, so needy and ready to cum at any moment.

His hand suddenly comes down harshly on your left ass cheek, giving you a sharp spank. He watched your body jolt in pain, eyes getting sore from crying.

“Look at this pretty ass,” he grunts, spanking you harder. “My baby’s fucking trying to take it all, huh? Wanna be daddy’s good girl, don’t you?”

“O-oh my... so good,” you cried, bouncing yourself up and down the buzzing toy. Jungkook was merciless, shoving the vibrator deeper, making you feel the vibrations inside your tight, soaked walls.

“Oohh baby, you’re doing so well for daddy,” he whispers, stroking your hair delicately, “Are you gonna cum for me?”

You couldn’t gain the strength to answer as no words seem to form your lips. You just nod, letting your stream of tears run down your cheeks.

“Cum.”

You felt a huge waterfall of pleasure erupt from your body, feeling as if you were falling from a high place in a state of euphoria. Your body trembled uncontrollably, hips and legs shaking as your arms hugged your boyfriend tighter.

“Da—mmngh” you mewled, your orgasm seeming to last for an eternity. You were cumming so hard, your head spinning as you tried to control your breathing.

“Holy fuck,” Jungkook growls, switching the toy to a lower setting as he watches you squirt around the toy. Your juices completely soaking his hand and his thighs, your wetness flooding the sheets.

“I c-can’t…” you mumbled, but Jungkook quickly cuts you off and removes the toy from your cunt.

He couldn’t control himself no more and pushes you away from his lap as he manhandles your little, crumbling body until you were under him. He hovers above you, ignoring your cries and whimpers as he places his tip on your entrance.

“You fucking squirted, baby doll,” he grits his teeth, forcing your hips down as he sinks his cock back in your abused pussy.

“One more time, baby, one more time for daddy.”

He grants you no time to adjust to his big cock as he starts to pump in and out. He wraps a hand around your throat, and you feel like you were going to pass out from all of the pleasure. Everything was so much for you to handle, but it felt too good to stop.

“Take my fucking big dick baby girl, take it nice and rough.” He grunts, lifting a leg up as he angles his dick better inside your pussy. “Look at you,” he chuckles, “you look like such a fucking slut under me, baby. All messy and worn out – just how daddy likes it. Can you feel how deep my cock is inside that pussy, huh? The tip brushing against your cervix? I know you love the feeling of my cock right up your cute tummy, baby girl.”

You couldn’t mutter a single response, your pussy tensing sporadically around his cock as if your life depends on it. You looked like a mess – your hair sticking to your neck and face, your tear-stained cheeks red and your mouth bruised from all of the biting that you’ve done.

“Daddy…” you mewled, dragging your nails down his back. Jungkook groans from the stinging pleasure, throwing his head back.

“You’re mine baby girl, never fucking forget that. I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this, the only one that can make you cum – fuck – was that the first time you squirt, baby?” he asks with a heavy breath.

Cheeks heating up, you nodded while looking up at him with teary eyes.

His cock twitches, “Good. You belong to me, baby. You belong in my arms only, this is the only dick you’ll have the rest of your life, get that?” he growls, fucking you balls deep.

“Yes, yes, I’m yours daddy. O-only – aaahh – only yours!”

“That’s it. Fucking cum on my cock baby, c’mon, be a good girl and cum one more time for me. One more time for daddy. Be his good little girl.”

And there it was. Your mind quickly blacks out for a split second as you felt another huge wave of overwhelming pleasure. Jungkook kept pounding your oversensitive cunt, milking his cock to his own high. You didn’t squirt this time but your orgasm was as much as hard. You throw your head back, screaming out loud in pure ecstasy and bliss. Your body trembles against his tight hold as Jungkook places his head on the crook of your neck, moaning and groaning uncontrollably.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby girl… shit!”

Jungkook quickly pulls out and pumps his cock furiously until his hot cum spurts out and onto your stomach. The sight was so fucking hot. He was dripping in sweat, his hair damp and his biceps flexing. You watch how he continues to pump his dick, growling animalistically as he was determined to pump the last drop of his cum out.

“Holy shiiiiiiiit,” he whines, his chest heaving up and down as you watch with big eyes. He never removes his eye contact with you the whole time he was cumming, and it was so hard for you not to look away.

Once he was finished, he lets his body collapse down as he hugs you. Sweaty bodies together, both breathing heavily, both fucked out – it was so good.

“I fucking love you,” he says, lifting his head to kiss your soft lips.

You still couldn’t reply, having no energy whatsoever.

His eyes turn soft, lifting his upper body up onto his forearms as he wipes away your fallen tears with his thumbs. “Did I hurt you, my angel?” he whispers lovingly.

The duality of this man.

You gulp, “Define ‘hurt’, daddy,” you giggle playfully with a heavy breath.

Jungkook smirks, shaking his head as he looks down at you tenderly. He was so lucky to have you. You were perfect.

“You fucking soaked everything baby,” he says as he grabs your shirt from the floor and used it to wipe away his cum on your stomach. “Let’s get ourselves cleaned up first before we take a rest, hmm?”

“But the bed… it’s – uhh…” you blush, and Jungkook only chuckles. He kisses your reddened cheeks, “Soaked? Yeah, ‘cause my pretty little girl here squirted all over it.”

Jungkook only laughs when you cover your face with both hands, finding you so adorable. “Don’t worry baby,” he kisses your forehead, “we have a living room for a reason, don’t we?”

I didn’t have a good ending for it oops.

I hope you enjoyed nonetheless. Thank you for all the support <3

Part three ->

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the-terminal-archive · 3 years

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The Power Plant was quiet today.

There was the gentle clinking of movement, none of it seemed brisk to Ametrine. They have grown bored of being in the walls of this safe space, a hundred miles below surface light. It was a little warmer than it was yesterday, perhaps other garnets were forming today? They couldn’t tell. With a huff, they stood up, following the footsteps they heard. They’ve lived here long enough to tell who that was. “Tsavorite!!! You! I’m bored!” “Bored?” It was said with a warm laugh as they turned to face the sterling-plated gem, rearranging their scouter as they thought of what they wished to do. “Hm...are you going to suggest-” “I wanna go outside!” “-You want to go outside, of course.” They glanced away as they remembered the route the other would have to take. “Well, Some of the other Larimar have dug tunnels to look for tiny bits of Uranium and other radioactive bits… You’ll have to take that route up.” “Did you cause another cave-in? Again?” “It’ll be fixed soon enough, Ametrine. Do be careful traversing through there, will you? Wouldn’t want too many particles of that mineral to infest you.” “Mhm!! Mhm!!! Is it cold on the surface today?” “It always is, silly.” “Again??? Ughhhh, but your heating system isn’t enough to keep me warm! I still have to take blankets…” “Oh, come now… it’s not that bad, now is it?” “I feel like a popsicle up there!!!” “Then, would you mind checking a certain mine for me?” “Is it that one stupid place with all that Kimberlite? You know, I’ve been telling you that you could just harvest from there! I don’t see why you don’t want anything from there.” “I’m just biding time. The jewelers wouldn’t want me drilling there yet.”

Jewelers…? “What are those?” Tsavorite was in the middle of replying after the question was begged before Ametrine felt a searing pain in their head. Their hands went up to their head, clenching it violently. They...They hoped this wouldn’t scuff the metal on their scalp. They could hear faint mumbling, but it only made them close their eyes tight, looking away. It felt like their head was splitting in two, every time this happened!

“Oh, dear...is that pain getting to you again? I’m...sorry.” Words finally would get through about a minute later. “Perhaps the information was too much for you to handle. I’m sure going back to the surface would help clear it a little more…” “Then I guess I’ll just go.” They grumbled, trying to keep their mind from going haywire a second time and result in another wave of pain. “Alright. Be safe out there, will you?” “Pff- when am I not…?” “Hah, I simply must make sure. You never know what’s out there.”

“You’re really weird sometimes.”

“Right back at you.” “Hu-Hey!!! No!!! You’re weirder.” “And you’re the weirdest.” The two managed to giggle at such a remark, the smaller turning heel. “Fine! I’ll spend a whole day there, you can’t stop me…!” “If you do, at least have fun while you’re there, alright?” “That’s a promise I can keep!” And with that, they kicked up their boots and darted away.

Already, the new route carved out by all the Larimar looked stunning- clean, dark green in color- it was hard to tell it was a mine at all. Dim, blacklight illuminated shattered Fluorites, which the tiny robots were also collecting by the pound. They had to pause for a moment just to take it all in, a tiny smile brought to their face. Sure, they were gonna miss that other route with all of the masses of different rock, but this was just as interesting! Maybe they’d take this path more often if they could tell how to get to the surface...Because right now, they felt absolutely lost! Well, that is until they saw a piling mass of bluescreening Larimar crowded around a little spot. Ametrine’s visor blinked a few times, a few warning signs popping up about the radioactive particles surrounding the place. Perhaps they could just spare a peek and move on…? They did just that, looking over the small pile to see them crowding over...oh. That was a hand. A hand, glowing a ghastly green in the UV light… It might have been a bit of Uranium, but...What did that even entail?

...Maybe it was just a weird rock growth! Moving along!

It would take them hours to reach the surface, shuddering as the cold air surrounding them. Right, right, the Kimberlite mines… How far was that away again??? Mmm...mmmm… At the base of those mountains….They figured that if they went at top speed, they could get there in ten minutes! Those ten minutes did not account for that one tumble they took, but nobody else saw it! That didn’t happen! They managed to stay warm that whole time just by going as fast as they did! They nearly splatted into the post by the entrance to the abandoned mine, taking a step back and sticking their tongue out at it. “Why did you have to be there? You’re a dummy little wood!!!” Ametrine pouted playfully, glancing away. Was it even warm in these mines…? Entering the place, it was...fairly dark. Hard to see much in someplace that’s been ditched for as long as it has… If you weren’t this neat little plated gem! All they had to do was turn the brightness up a little, and- yep! Haha, there was all the rock! None of it was Kimberlite just yet, but in the gaping pitfalls this mine had, it was easier to see it further down. Sure, it was a long way, but they had all the time in the world! A whole day to spend here, trying once again to find movement that they know isn’t here! Tch, Tsavorite would never have the time of day mining in this place, and it would go to someone else. Oh- right!! The jewelers… They completely forgot to ask that scientist to repeat themself! Dammit… a day of never knowing could very easily turn into decades if they forgot about it all! Hm, perhaps others more commonly spoke of them… Why weren’t they ever spoken of to Ametrine until just now? Maybe to keep them from worrying...silly scientist! Nothing worried them! That’s why they were here! All alone! With absolutely nobody to help or save them if they cried out for help, which they wouldn’t need anywhere in the near future! Yep!!! They were doing this all on their own, like a grown-up gem! Maybe someday they’d be considered healthy enough to go back to all the other yellow or purple gems… They hoped that would be the case sooner rather than later! Hmhm, they could take on anything that was thrown at them! And, that’s when they heard clinking. That...wasn’t from them! Maybe it was from stalactites or something. The Pristine Peaks had that happen a lot, and it kind of sounded like clinking! Hehe…

They heard clinking again, a little louder this time. This got Ametrine to stop for a minute, glancing around and letting light hit wherever it could. They weren’t even that deep into the mine, what could possibly be up here?! Another clink. Another. Another. Several successive clinks, it didn’t sound like something that could walk. “Hello?” They called out into the depths, where they thought the noise was coming from. More clinks. This sure was taking forever for it to show itself, but...at some point, they stopped again. It was at that moment Ametrine sensed movement at the other side of the tunnel they were in, a terrible figure to train their eyes on, but… Once it started approaching again, their heart jumped into their throat. It was a cluster of crystalline masses in the shapes of limbs and faces all smothered together, its appearance smeared into the surreal. It was too shallow in the ground to classify it as diamond, so it must have been a cluster of quartz, but even still- what was something like that doing here?! Ametrine was too scared to do more than sputter out fragments of sentences, silenced only by the shrill cry of it as it continued moving in. Did it- did it wish to tear them apart!? And, just as they were ready to turn heel and book it out of there, Another figure dropped down from a hole in the ‘ceiling’ of this dreaded place, facing towards the beast. “Another of you?! I swear, the next time one of you appears this close to the surface without an innocent closeby, I’ll just let you terrorize the world.” It was hard to see what gem they could be when the place was so dark, let alone the fact they had never heard such a voice before. However, their attention was drawn down as the figure pulled out two sharp, curved daggers...one concealed in each heel. The mess of crystal they stood in the way bellowed again, getting this new soul to say just as sternly back,

“Back down from this fellow quartz, you fiend! I will not let you take a single soul so long as you remain in these mines!”

...Ametrine looked away from the scene, too frightened by the enemy’s appearance to dare glance back. Maybe they should have declined to come to the mines! They would have loved being bored in Tsavorite’s radioactive wasteland than being here… Yet, it was a bit late now, and...they’d have to trust whoever this was, for better or worse.

#Cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run au #ametrine #tsavorite #prologue : the kimberlite mines #cw body horror

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levis-hazelnut · 3 years

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Summary: when you and your best friend, Hanji, were younger, you had made up stories about your dream guys - what they would look like and how you would meet. What happens when the one you had made up appears to be real?

Warning(s): I don’t think there are any in this chapter. But, please do tell me if there are any.

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Status: completed!

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I laid down in bed for an hour after waking up since I was in too much pain to get up. And in the need for some comfort, I decided to call Levi - the man that I've been dating for nearly two months.

I called him twice before the call went through and I heard his grumpy, morning voice from the speaker.

"Darlin', it's seven in the fucking morning. You better have an explanation for waking me up this early during the holidays."

"There's an emergency. I need you to come over right now."

"What? What happened? Are you okay?" he asked, sounding more concerned for me.

I smirked, but obviously, he couldn't see me so my plan would work. "Just come over quickly."

"Okay. I'll be there in ten."

He cut the phone without letting me reply as I smiled, however, it was soon wiped off my lips when a sharp pain stabbed me in my lower abdomen.

My 'emergency' wasn't really an emergency. I just needed someone (Levi in particular) to stay with me for today, seeing as how it was the second day of my period, where I just wanted to lie around and eat while my 'servant' got me what I needed.

After lying in bed for about fifteen minutes, I had to get up to answer the door for someone who was supposedly Levi. I kind of felt bad for making him rush after waking up so early, but he has to prove that he's the best boyfriend ever (as he claims to be even though he annoys the hell out of me. I'll like to see him try and annoy me today).

Groaning, I got out of bed, realising I was only in a vest top and panties. I got hot during the night and may have gotten angry at my pyjamas for making me sweat. I was only half-asleep when I discarded the clothing, but I'm pretty sure I started yelling at the non-living fabric. However, I barely remember what happened so I can never be sure, that could have been a dream for all I know.

Anyway, I wasn't bothered to put clothes on, so I went to the door, pressing a button to let Levi enter the building and I unlocked the front door of the apartment, leaving it slightly open before sprinting back to my bed, cocooning myself in the covers.

"Darlin'?" I heard him call, loud enough for me to hear, but quiet enough to make sure that Hanji doesn't wake up. I heard the door close as footsteps approached my room that had its door wide open. He spotted my head sticking out of the material that engulfed me and neared my bed, crossing his arms over his chest. "What the hell was your so-called 'emergency'?" Levi snapped and I just pouted at him.

"That's the first thing you say to me? Not even: 'Hey, babe. Is everything okay?'"

"I've never called you 'babe', so why would I ever say that?" he muttered, sitting at the edge of my bed.

"Well, you can start calling me that now, idiot."

"What's wrong with you? I get you might be grouchy because you woke up this early, but what did I do?"

I sighed. "Nothing. You didn't do anything. I'm just being a bitch."

"That's nothing new," he teased.

"You're such a jerk, you jerk!"

"Hey, I was just joking, babe," he spoke in a quiet tone as a small smile was painted onto his lips.

I gasped and my eyes widened as I sat up in surprise, holding the covers close to me. "Y-You just called me babe--! Ughhhh..." I flopped back down to lie down when the sudden movement caused further pain. I pressed a hand to my stomach and let out a small groan as a wrinkle formed in the middle of my brows.

"Are you okay?"

"I guess..." I mumbled.

"What happened? Did you injure yourself?"

"Not exactly."

"Just tell me what's wrong."

"... It's the second day of... my period," I muttered.

"... Oh," was all that slipped past his lips. "Tch. You dragged me out of my bed to come here, at seven o'clock, when I could be sleeping."

"Ackerman--" I spoke through gritted teeth before quietly moaning in pain. I couldn't even finish my threat. Damn cramps.

Levi ruffled my hair. "Being the best boyfriend ever, I'll look after you today."

"Really? Are you sure?" I asked because even Hanji and Eren can't bear to deal with me on this day.

"If it doesn't put my life at risk, I will. I don't care about what kind of monster you'll turn into."

~/~

"Levi?" I murmured as I lay flat on my stomach on the sofa with a hot water bottle pressed against my abdomen as my cheek was pressed against the cushion. The aforementioned male sat on the floor in front of the sofa, leaning his back against it as he stared at his phone and I played with his ebony locks, twisting them and drifting my fingers through them.

"Yes, darlin'?"

"Are you annoyed at me?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Are you really really sure?"

"Yes."

"Even though I punched your nose?"

"(Y/N), I don't care. Just don't do it again or you'll get an injury of your own."

"Hm. I like it when you say my name," I smiled, not focusing on his second sentence and instead, dwelling on how my name sounded when it was said by him.

"You sound so tired. Go to sleep."

"M’kay. Will you still be here when I wake up?”

“Yes. Just sleep.”

That will make everything easier, he mentally added, but didn't dare to say it in front of me because that would result in him getting another injury.

"Aren't you tired as well? I mean, I did wake you up only an hour after me. You must be tired."

"I'm fine. Just shut your mouth and eyes, and go to sleep."

I was asleep less than ten minutes later, which is when Levi turned around to look at me. My face was still squished against the sofa so I looked like a fish with puckered lips. He smiled softly and pressed his lips against my forehead before standing up and stretching.

For the six hours he's been here, he's had to run around and do things for me.

After he arrived, we stayed in my room for about half an hour before he told me that I should get up and eat something since it was nearly two hours since I woke up. Once I had changed into a baggy t-shirt and shorts and freshened up, I just had cereal. After which, Levi gave me a glass of water and painkillers.

I had plopped down onto the sofa, on my back, closing my eyes as I tried ignoring the pain I was feeling. However, it didn't subside. Being snacky, I made him go out to get something and he did without a single complaint (look at him being the perfect boyfriend). He came back with whatever I wanted and I snacked on some of the things before leaving the rest for later before I requested that he cuddle with me. He refused, so I had tugged him onto the sofa and forced it upon him. Even though I forced him, he seemed to enjoy it after a while. But he noticed that my pain was still there, so he went to get me a hot water bottle.

And now, here I am, asleep on the sofa as Levi gazed at me for a moment or two.

"Hi, Shorty! How's (Y/N)?" Hanji came into the room with a wide grin. Levi didn't turn around because he knew that the maniac would comment on his bruised nose and laugh about it.

"Fortunately, she's asleep right now."

"Thank you so much for taking care of her. I can't deal with her when she's like this, she's an actual-- Woah, what happened to you?" she exclaimed when she caught a glimpse of the raven as she stood next to him. He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, but didn't say anything. "Did (Y/N) punch you?"

"... Yes."

The brunette started to cackle but Levi shut her up because he didn't want me to wake up. She pursed her lips and it looked as if her eyes would pop out of their sockets as she held her laugh in.

"Can't you go bother your boyfriend?"

"I would, but I will later since we have a date," she replied after she composed herself. "How long are you going to stay for?"

"I don't know. Whenever this idiot lets me leave, I guess."

"Go take a nap, you're going to have to do a lot when she wakes up."

"I'm fine. I just need some tea since she's kept me by her side all day and not let me do anything I want."

"Sorry for making you deal with this. I would say she's about six on the scale," Hanji stated as if Levi knew what she was talking about. He simply arched an eyebrow, questioning the words she was saying. Noticing his confusion, she explained herself. "Me and Eren made up this scale from one to ten when (Y/N)'s on her period. One is when she's fine and happy, ten is when she's a complete monster. And right now, she's about a six."

"Six? I don't want to see what she is at ten."

"I've only seen it once and I let Eren deal with her since he would do anything for her."

Levi frowned at Hanji's words. Yeah, me and Eren are best friends, but when she said 'would do anything for her', it didn't sound like something you would say about best friends.

"What do you mean by that?" he decided to question.

"Did (Y/N) not tell you? She tells you everything, though."

"What are you talking about?" the raven pressed.

"Nothing, nothing. If she didn't tell you, she obviously has a reason. So ask her--"

"Can you two talk any louder?" I muttered, keeping my eyes closed as I sat up. I squinted at the two humans that stood in front of the sofa and chose to lie back down since I was too sluggish to say or do anything.

"(Y/N), is there something you need to tell me?"

"No. Why? What did Hanji say?"

"It has something to do with Eren but she won't tell me."

"I don't know-- Ohh, that. It's not a big deal," I stated, shrugging my shoulders. "Eren used to like me. I think he still does. I'm actually not sure, and I'm pretty sure he's confused about his feelings as well. But it's fine, he won't try to do anything. Don't even think about telling me to stay away from him because I'm obviously not going to listen to you."

"Tch. I knew that brat liked you. And I know you wouldn't listen because you're a stubborn idiot."

"What a wonderful thing to hear as soon as I wake up," I said sarcastically as Levi lifted my legs and sat down on the sofa, putting my legs back down to rest on his lap. "Anyway, I need more sleep so both of you shut up now."

Hanji left the room and Levi didn't say anything.

I decided to change my position and have my head on his lap. I glanced up at him to see that his eyes were closed, so I stretched my hand up to boop his nose since he looked adorable. He unlidded one eye and stared down at me as I smiled up at him. He quietly exhaled through his nose before closing his eyes. I did the same, needing rest just as much as him.

~/~

Levi had his feet rested on a small ottoman as he sat on the sofa, his arm around my torso as I leaned my head against his shoulder. My legs were tucked in and my body was covered with a blanket, shared with the raven. We also shared ice cream as we watched a movie.

About twenty minutes into the movie, the door to my apartment opened quietly before closing with a click. There was the call of my name from two masculine voices before two figures entered the dark room. I glanced at them and a grin sprung onto my lips as I jumped off of the sofa and rushed towards them.

"I missed both of you," I said quietly.

"How the hell did they even get inside?" Levi questioned after pausing the film.

"Eren has keys."

"Why?"

"I gave them to him since he comes here a lot. And before you ask, Eren and Jean are here because I missed them and wanted their company."

All three of us plopped down next to Levi, all squished together but still had a little space. The order in which we sat was: Levi, me, Eren, and then Jean. I resumed the movie and snuggled close to Levi, who looped a protective arm around me, causing me to roll my eyes and smile, slightly shifting to kiss his cheek, silently reassuring him that he had nothing to worry about. Because even though I love Eren, I would never leave Levi for him. And Eren wouldn't try to take me away from my boyfriend as he knows how much I like him.

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tomboyneedshercoffee · 5 years

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Thin Ice Pt2 || Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Peter’s slippery interaction on the ice leads to the beginning of a friendship.

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s note: Sorry this part took so long I’ve been studying for my midterms! Also, this is one of the last times Y/N nerds out over snowboarding so I promise, I won’t have as many confusing references or anything like that! Also also, thank you to everyone who requested more parts and wanted to be added to the tag list! I’m super glad yall are enjoying this series!

Warning: Swearing!! But ughhhh that’s it

part one || part two || part three || part four || part five || part six || to be continued

You grabbed your skates from the counter and sat down on a wooden bench next to Cindy who was already done lacing up. The snow had stopped falling and left complete fluffy powder in its place and the air wasn’t as harsh or crisp as yesterday was.

This was Cindy’s big moment to shine; she was never seen as an athlete but boy did she love to show off when it came to her ice skating skills. You, on the other hand, weren’t the best at ice skating which didn’t really make sense to your friends since it’s kinda like snowboarding in terms of balancing. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to be the only person sitting out while the rest of your classmates had fun so you did your best to participate gracefully.

After getting your skates on (with much help from Cindy and Betty), you slowly got onto the ice and hung onto the wooden fencing.

You were all out there for almost two hours and you wondered when Mr. Harrington would call it quits for today but he was nowhere to be seen which worried you. This was your first-time ice skating outside on an actual lake and you were terrified you would fall through but the girls convinced you that you were just being paranoid.

“ Uhm, where is the trusted adult chaperone? I didn’t spend my savings trying just to slip through the ice and die,” You said in a jocking tone but the girls knew you were somewhat serious.

“ I don’t blame you, you’re probably still traumatized after Peter practically ran you over yesterday,” Cindy replied as she skated backwards so she could face you and Betty.

You held on to Betty’s hand tighter as some kids who couldn’t be older than eight whizzed by you. You felt your subconscious say to stick your leg out and trip them but you pushed those dark thoughts aside and tried to keep your cool.

You kept looking at the ground just in case you saw any cracks in the ice but you still rolled your eyes at Cindy.

“ For the last time, it was an accident. Besides, I think I look badass,” You pushed out your bottom lip and revealed the small gash from yesterday that was still healing,” I just hope Peter isn’t beating himself up about it.”

While the girls conversed with one another, Peter and Ned skated several feet away as Peter listened in on the conversation with his ‘spidey hearing’. He couldn’t help himself but when he started to feel guilty, he turned to Ned.

“ Maybe I should go talk to her. I don’t want her to think I forgot about what happened cause I feel-”

“ Insanely guilty yes, you’ve said it almost a hundred times within the last hour,” Ned interrupted as he shook his head,” but of course she didn’t forget. She has a huge cut on her lip to remind her what happened.”

Once again, Peter felt another wave of guilt before MJ skated beside him. He watched as your group skated further away and he felt his legs slow down. Say what you will about MJ, but she wasn’t the type to thrive off of people’s pain and suffering especially when her close friend was whining about a girl.

“ Don’t let this get to your head Peter, but she couldn’t stop talking about you last night in the hotel room. It’s safe to say that she forgives you indefinitely,” MJ said plainly as if that wasn’t the best news Peter could’ve heard.

Peter stopped in his tracks completely,” Are you serious? What did she say about me? Please please please tell me-”

“ Parker!” Cindy shouted as she bumped into him harshly which caused you and Betty to fall over towards Cindy.

You and Betty both fell onto your hands and knees as you thanked the universe that you didn’t smash your face in once again.

You ignored the gasps from your friends as you tried to push yourself up with your hands. Your legs wobbled and you gave up, sinking to your knees to avoid further embarrassment. As MJ and Cindy helped Betty up, Peter rushed over on his skates and slid over to you with his hands out.

“ Y/N, I am the worst person in the world I’m sorry,” Peter apologized and you felt like you were having major deja vu.

You reached up towards Peter as he lifted you back onto your feet but since he pulled you up so fast, you fell forward again, leaning up against his chest. Peter stabilized his feet and held onto your waist, making sure you didn’t take both of you down.

You hung onto his shoulders as you pressed up against him more, your feet shifting nervously. While you could hide your blush against his chest, your friends could all see that the cold wasn’t the only thing making his face looked flushed.

Peter’s mind was buzzing as you squeezed him tighter; oh my fucking god this is really happening right now.

“ Y/N, um, you can open your eyes. You’re not going to fall,” Peter consoled you softly as you nodded, opening your eyes.

You looked up at Peter and you pulled away when you realized how you were mere centimeters from his face. You let go of his shoulders and instinctively grabbed his hand instead so you didn’t fall over again. Peter looked down at you hands and gave you a reassuring squeeze.

“ Thanks, Pete. I guess you redeemed yourself from yesterday,” You gushed as you looked down at your interlocked fingers. Even though you were both wearing gloves, you still felt weird holding his hand in front of everyone to see.

You pulled away and awkwardly dropped your arms to the side as Mr. Harrington called out that it was time to explore the shops in the snow village. You gave one last look at Peter and smiled softly before shuffling over to the exit with Betty and Cindy.

“ Ooooo Y/N and Peter sitting-”

You turned to Cindy and you weren’t sure if it was the soreness of your feet or how little sleep you got last night but your playful push turned into a hard one as you pushed Cindy into the snow with a soft thud. Cindy whined as you and Betty rushed to help her up to her feet.

“ What were you saying?” Betty teased as Cindy let out a mocked laugh.

“ Ha ha way to treat your friends.”

After lunch, Mr. Harrington set all the students loose to look around the shops. Each had their own little gimmick like On the Edge Snowwear or Snowbunnies R Us.

You bent down to be eye level with one of the shelves that had a colorful array of snow goggles and studied the snow goggles as if it was the Mona Lisa. As you picked one up, you watched Brad come over to you from the corner of your eye but you kept your attention to the shelf.

“ Really? Another pair of goggles? You have almost a dozen at home,” Brad said as he clicked his tongue and took the one you were holding out of your hand,” oh my god Y/N these cost more than the plane ticket!”

You grabbed the goggles back from him and shook your head,” They’re not just any goggles, they’re limited edition from the 2018 winter Olympics, see?”

You pointed at the band on the side of the goggles and showed him the rings with the flag of South Korea beside it.

Every student at Midtown had their own obsession; Flash was into expensive cars and was always at car shows during the weekends, Betty’s skin was always glowing because she’s completely obsessed with Korean facemasks and feels the need to have collections of the same one, and Peter was strangely in love with Spiderman because he would always talk about how cool he was and asking everyone around him if they felt the same way.

Your weird obsession was snowboarding and watching food ASMR videos but you decided to keep one of those things a secret.

“ It was the year for snowboarding I mean come on, Shaun White won the most snowboarding medals at one Winter Olympics and Chloe Kim brought home the gold she’s our age!”

You pulled out your phone and took a picture of the goggles before putting them back on the shelf. You could tell how disinterested Brad was but that didn’t stop you from taking a picture of the whole shelf altogether.

When you stood back up, you looked across the shop and watched Peter and Ned laughing over one of the corny t-shirts on the rack. Peter felt your gaze on him but when he looked up at you, you moved your gaze to a random shelf.

Brad looked at Peter and then back at you,” Is there something going on between you and Parker?”

“ What makes you say that?” You asked as you walked over to the window where you watched MJ slam a pile of snow into Flash’s face.

You knew exactly what he was asking but you had already put that embarrassment behind you and you didn’t want to relive it.

“ You two were pretty cuddly on the ice this morning. Just be careful, I don’t want him to hurt you again.”

There was something a little harsh in Brad’s voice and you already knew something was up with him. Brad’s temper was always like rolling a pair of dice; some days nothing annoyed him while other days would set him over the edge.

Whenever he used that voice, that meant you got the luxury of deciding how he would be handled in that place and time.

“ Careful now, you sound a bit jealous,” You said, almost studying his face as he clenched his jaw,” what’s going on inside that head of yours Davis?”

“ Why would I be jealous of him?” He asked bitterly as you put your hands up in defense,” I’m telling you to be careful or you’re going to end up in the medic station again.”

There was something definitely wrong but you were already so tired from this morning and decided not to fight this battle.

“ Hey look, I’m just playing around. Is something wrong?”

Brad ignored you, turned around, and pushed through the doors as he left you standing there in the middle of the store. You didn’t bother chasing after him because you knew how he was when he was annoyed. Besides, you were on this trip to have fun, not babysit.

You looked around the store and when you made eye contact with Peter again, you decided to put your embarrassment aside and walk over to him.

“ I couldn’t help but notice your burning gaze from across the room,” You teased as Peter laughed,” tell me, do you come here often?”

He was glad that there was nothing awkward between the two of you, especially considering what had happened this morning with how close the two of you were. He set down the snowglobe he picked up and stuffed his hands in his pocket, trying to get the image out of his head before his whole face turned red.

“ Oh sure. I love spending my free time at a store called Tis the Ski-son boutique.”

He followed you as you both walked out of the store side by side, leaving with no other purchases. Peter wrapped his scarf around him tighter, even though he was slightly embarrassed for being cold (which of course didn’t make any sense) while you breathed in the cool air.

You watched your feet as you listened to the snow crunch from underneath you, almost getting lost in an icy trance.

Time always felt slower when it snowed outside and yet, this trip was going by so fast. You only had a few more days left before the trip would be over and you knew you would miss it already.

You watched Peter who looked so uncomfortable out in the cold and tried to find a store to settle in for a bit.

“ Edgewater Cafe has really good hot chocolate if you want to check it out?” You offered as Peter nodded his head, almost too eagerly.

You and Peter had quickly shuffled over to the cafe and once you got inside, you could feel Peter melt beside you, feeling at peace in the warm coco shop. When you ordered for the both of you, Peter insisted that he paid and even slapped your hand away while you tried to give the cashier your card.

He claimed it was his treat but you both knew it was a way to apologize for both yesterday and today’s events.

Peter found a quiet area in the corner and sat on one side of the couch as you took the other. You both brought the cup to your lips at the same time but you watched him as he took a small sip with his eyes closed.

“ So, what do you think?” You asked as you took a sip, savoring the rich chocolate.

Peter nodded and took another sip before putting resting the cup back onto his thigh,” Okay, it’s not bad but I wouldn’t say it’s the best.”

“ Oh come on! Where else can you get hot chocolate this gourmet?”

“ If by gourmet you mean a cocoa mix with boiling water then yeah, I guess it is gourmet.”

You shook your head at him as you took another sip, not caring what he thought. You watched Peter as he rubbed his finger up and down against the cup as if he was deep in thought.

Out of nowhere, Peter’s heart started to race and he was glad that you couldn’t tell the difference. It finally hit him that you two were hanging out alone, which rarely ever happened unless you two were doing a school project or shared the same subway home.

You felt this too and decided to break the tension,” This isn’t weird, right? Like us hanging out? Alone?”

Yes.

“ No, why would it be weird?” Peter asked as his voice cracked slightly.

You shrugged and took another sip before putting the cup down on the table. This was definitely weird but for some reason, you didn’t mind. You had a pretty good radar on people and Peter never seemed like a creep so you felt at ease.

“ I don’t know to be honest. We’re classmates but I never really knew if we were friends or not,” You admitted as you watched Peter’s smile fall,” I mean, do you want to be friends with me?”

You shook your head and laughed, your mind processing what you had just offered,” I know that sounds childish like we’re in kindergarten or something but yeah, I guess what I’m saying is that I think we should be friends. Does that sound childish?”

Peter didn’t know what to think. He felt like he had just gotten friend-zoned but on the other hand, being friends was a step up from what you two originally were.

Of course, Peter wanted to just spill everything about his not so small crush on you but relationships take time. If he had to wait and be friends with you, he would gladly take that.

“ It does sound childish..but yeah. I want to be friends with you,” Peter said as you both shared a sweet smile,” does this mean we have to make friendship bracelets or something?”

“ I’m two steps ahead of you Pete,” You picked up your cup which was almost empty by now and lifted it up towards Peter,” how about a toast...to new friendships.”

Peter lifted his cup and pressed it against yours as his heart slammed against his ribcage,” To new friendships.”

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dabisrightnipple · 3 years

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LIMERANCE

SUNA RINTAROU X READER

!!PLEASE DO NOT REPOST AND/OR ADD ONTO!!

Word Count: 6.8k

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Li·mer·ance /hee-mer-annce/ noun The state of being infatuated with another person

a/n: All characters are aged up, college AU

Six Months. It’s been six months since that god-awful day. The day where your heart broke into a million pieces almost as if it were a glass vase being dropped from several stories. You still remember the way he looked at you. The way his face went from a sadistic smirk to wide-eyed with disbelief before his eyes relaxed and mouth curved into a smirk once more, a look that burned your heart with even the smallest glance.

'Baby what are you talking about? You know you can’t live without me, why would you do this to yourself?’ You still remember how the vibrations of his voice rang into your ears, waves of guilt flowing through your veins as you meet his deep green eyes.

You knew he was manipulative, toxic, and just all-around a difficult person even though his flaws outweigh the good you still found yourself falling deeper and deeper into his little trap. You constantly found yourself getting lost in his touch again and again as if he's never harmed you, it's almost as if your brain forgot about all the shit he's done. You always ran back to him, your friends knew, Sunas’ teammates knew, and most of all Suna knew and he always took advantage of that.

You twitched as you felt an eraser hit the side of your head. You slowly look to your left seeing Kita giving you a cold stare.

“Pay attention.” he plainly said. You replied by nodding your head in acknowledgment as your eyes flickered back to the professor as he gave his closing statement before dismissing the class. You huffed out a sigh of relief as you shuffled your way out of the lecture hall, trying your best to avoid people since you weren’t exactly in the best mood.

Once you were outside you mindlessly walked to the small coffee shop located next to the campus library. Zoning out once again as you mindlessly stared out into nothing. Music flowing through your eardrums from your headphones as you walked along with the beat and to your dismay you were interrupted from your thoughts by none other than your ex himself, Suna.

You looked over at him and his friends longingly, regret filling your senses as you thought about all the volleyball games and parties you used to attend with them. You actually became quite good friends with the Miya twins, Aran and Sakusa. You admittedly missed hanging out with them but due to the unforeseen circumstances, you knew if you went anywhere near them you’d somehow end up back in Sunas bed.

Sighing once again, you adjusted your hair before looking straight ahead once again, focusing on getting to your destination. Little did you know, small, fox-like eyes were staring directly at you, soaking up your figure. He wasn’t done with you yet and he knew you weren’t either.

He tried his best, relentlessly using all the chances he could get to have you once again. He knew he was toxic but he didn't mind it. He secretly loved how hung up you were on him, it was as if he was a drug. Although he un-admittedly also thought of you as a drug, your warm features and soft-touch drove him crazy, and unbeknownst to you, you ‘breaking up with him only made him more addicted. It was hella toxic, even a 2nd grader could tell, but he just didn’t care and Suna knew that drove you over the edge.

You made your way across campus as you walked into the bustling coffee shop, the atmosphere softening at the sweet aroma of coffee. You relaxed as you quietly waited in line glancing around at all the other students studying, meeting with friends, or… on a date. You swiftly averted your eyes from the happy couple that sat in you and Sunas’ old spot, nevertheless being reminded of Suna again. Slowly peering back at the happy couple only to regret your decision…

It was a cold Sunday morning, you slowly stretched out your arms as you let out a little grunt of relief extending your weakened muscles. Before throwing your arms back onto your white silky sheets. It was nice, peaceful, quiet…

‘Ding’

You let out an obnoxious dissatisfied grunt at your phone interrupting your little tranquil moment, quickly picking up the phone without checking the caller ID.

“What?” venom dripped from your tongue as your perfect morning was now ruined.

“Wow baby, someone didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

“Oh- sorry, I just woke up.”

“I can tell sweetie~” Suna’s voice crept through the cellular device, his muffled voice thick with a hyogo accent as you paled slightly. “I’m going to the coffee house later to study for the upcoming midterms. Wanna come with?”

“Ughhhh,” You let out yet another dissatisfying groan, “Don’t remind me, but yea I’ll come. What time?”

“Eh, I don’t know, maybe around 4.” You looked at the clock reading the time '10:23 a.m.'

“Okay, I’ll meet you there in a bit. Bye, I love you.” You cooed, your once frustrated attitude now softening up. Although the warmth his voice gave you was comforting, Suna was being nice. Almost too nice…

You laid back down for a bit, dismissing the nagging thought by scrolling through Twitter, mentally preparing yourself for a fight that will probably break out between the two of you later on. You two always fought, but you also had a small feeling of hope that maybe, just maybe today would be a good day.

You looked up from your computer staring at Suna. Your eyes scanned over his features as you appreciated each little detail about him. Taking a small sip from your drink, your face softening at the wonderful feeling of the liquid rushing down your throat.

“Stop starting y/n, you're gonna distract me,” Suna whined, accentuating the last syllables of your name to be more dramatic.

“Ah, sorry I was just spacing out-”

"Mhm and I'm pregnant.” Suna dead-panned, looking at you with an eyebrow raised. “Y’know I'm not stupid y/n I can tell when a cutie, such as yourself likes what they see.” You started as Suna again, mouth hanging agape a bit. Mind racing with thoughts as you tried to figure out a smart-ass reply to the bastard.

Suna leaned over, arm traveling across the table as his large lanky hands brushed against your chin, closing your mouth. The cool metal from his rings nipped at your warm skin, causing you to twitch your head back in response.

“Baby, stop acting like this, do you really want me to get turned on right now. When I'm stressed and angry?” As much as you wouldn’t mind getting railed by him, you also had a final you needed to study for. You shook your head, watching as Suna retracted his arm and going back to type in whatever he was studying for. You took another elongated sip from your drink, letting out a sigh in content as you got back to typing in your notes.

“Next?” You heard the barista call out as you shook your head. You became self-aware of your surroundings once again before apologizing and placing your order. You apologized once more as you scurried off into a corner and waited for your name to be called.

After waiting for a good 10 minutes you received your order and shuffled your way through the crowded coffee house, trying your best to not bump into anybody. After exiting from the big glass doors you took a small sip of your drink. Your eyes glowering in delight as you continued to walk through campus, dodging students left and right.

Sighing in success you finally made it off-campus as you walked in the direction of your apartment. The climate started to drop along with the sun, the neon lights advertising various fast food restaurants flickered on.

Along the way you noticed a little ramen shop you and Suna used to frequent, you leisurely inhaled the air around you. Your lungs filling with the spicy, yet sweet aroma of the curry and ramen. Your mouth watered as you found your feet moving towards the entrance, walking into the small establishment, relishing the homey atmosphere as you made your way to the cash register. You ordered a mall takoyaki dish, delightfully watching as the employee prepared the dish in front of you. You said your thanks as you paid and made your way out of the little complex.

Sitting down on the closest curb you closed your eyes, basking in the soft moonlight as you munched on your salty snack. Sighing in content as you savored the chewiness as your esophagus warmed from the contact of the warm treat.

You opened your eyes, pupils being met with the neon glow of the Tokyo night lights before seeing blinding headlights shining down the street. Ears being met with the sound of Doja Cats’ song ' streets' blaring on the radio as the car purred slowly through the street. Slowly coming to a complete stop right in front of you. The door forcefully swung open to reveal a tall brown-haired male, and before you could comprehend who it was-

“Hey, baby, happy six-month anniversary of ghosting me,” Suna grunted, voice deeper and harsher than what you had remembered. As you were deciphering what he meant, it hit you.

‘ This bitch’

“What do you mean by ghosting? I clearly broke up with you.” Your voice came out thick and laced with venom as you obnoxiously rolled your eyes.

A new wave of confidence washed over you. After all, you have been anticipating this moment for too long. The day Suna Rintarou will finally come crawling back to you. Sunas deep laugh reverberated through your ears as you peered up at him with a confused look, confidence now vaporing away as Suna’s tall body loomed over you.

“What are you talking about? You didn’t break up with me.” Suna’s eyes narrowed as the smirk on his lips grew, “Baby…” He whispered in a soft voice, which made your emotions come back. ' Shit, no this is exactly what he wants.’

“Did you really think we broke up?” As if Suna’s voice couldn’t get any softer than it was, it was pure and sounded like he genuinely cared for you.

“I- I-”

“Hey, sweetie it’s okay,” You were weak, you knew you lost as soon as you stuttered but damn, him pulling the ' sweetie' card really messed you up. “You’re just confused, here c’mon we’ll go to my place and talk, it’s cold outside.”

“No.”

“What did you just say to me?” It wasn’t even a split second and his voice dropped to a sound so putrid, you flinched in fear.

“I-I said no, okay? Now I’m going home please leave me alone.” You're requesting, trying your best to stand your ground against the chilling persona he gave off.

You closed your to-go box as you stood up, speed-walking away from Suna. You felt his eyes linger on your figure until you made a left, turning out of the alleyway and leaving his eyesight. A loud sigh of relief fled past your lips as you continued to stride your way back to your apartment. You checked the time seeing the digits read 8:42.

‘Damn I need to get home before the creeps come out’

You heard the loud roar of an engine behind you, you could tell whose engine that was from anywhere as you noticed the newfound shadow brewing in front of you from the headlights of said car.

HONK-

You jumped in surprise turning to your right as Suna pulled up next to you.

“Wha-”

“Get in the car.” You looked at him in disbelief, “NOW Y/N.” His voice rang through your ears, causing you to flinch in fear.

The tone of his voice struck a nerve, a nerve only he could hit. You felt as if a bullet had gone through your chest, mouth becoming dry as you shakily obeyed and opened the passenger door.

“Good girl, now sit still and look pretty, we’re gonna go home.” You kept quiet as he commanded you to do, looking out the window as you noticed he passed your apartment.

‘ oh, he meant his ‘home'

You looked down at your lap, anxiously fidgeting with the various rings cushioned on your fingers. Letting out a little displeased sigh as you got closer to his apartment, anxiety nipping at your skin causing goosebumps to trail down your arms. He always does this even before the so-called 'break-up' happened. pretending to not have any feelings unless situations like these occurred only when you two were alone.

“What’s wrong baby?” You let out a tiny hum, peering over at him, you noticed how pale veiny his hands were. You examined them more as you took in the features of the little gold and silver bands. Watching how the little skulls and roses engraved in them worked around his fingers.

“Why did you sigh like that? Are you not comfortable with me, have I been a bad boyfriend?”

“O-oh no, I just thought you were going to drop me off at my apartment.” You answered honestly, fearful for what will come next if you were to tell a lie. Voice coming out a bit snappy due to the sudden displeasement of running into your 'ex'

“Why don't you want to go to my apartment?”

“I just don’t want to be with you right now Suna-” Your head jerked forward as the brake pedal was slammed into the floor.

“Rin.”

“What the fu-”

“Rin. Y/n, that's my name, I don’t ever wanna hear ‘Suna’ come from your mouth again, ya got it?”

“No Suna-”

" Y/n...” His voice rolled off his tongue icy cold, words brittle as you heard the anger arise in his throat. “Are you reeling gonna treat your boyfriend like this?”

‘ Alright, this is the last straw…’

“Suna, I’m not your-”

SLAP.

The sound echoed off your cheek, a burning sensation swept across your face as you looked over at his deep fox-green eyes. Fear ran through your veins as the ‘fight or flight’ anticipation swept through you, making your legs shake in anticipation.

Your mouth hung slightly agape and before your brain could decide what to do your hand found itself on his face as well, slapping it across his left cheek. Astonishment was written all over Sunas face as he cleared his throat and slammed on the gas, this time your head flying back into the headrest. You stayed in that position thinking about the hell you were about to receive as soon as you exited the car.

Suna sped through the parking garage, dodging the oncoming cars before effortlessly sliding into an unoccupied parking space. Grabbing his phone and wallet he got out of the car, slamming his door as loud as he could in the process as he made his way over to your side of the car. Your head rested on the car seat, not moving a muscle for you were too scared as to what's gonna happen as soon as Suna closes the door to his apartment.

The door swung open, revealing Sunas grey sweatpants as he bent down, leaning over you and unplugging the seat belt. Your eyes were met with his toned arms as his calloused hand grabbed your forearm and yanked you out of the car.

Falling sideways out of the car, Suna gripped onto your side as he dragged you through the parking garage and into the hallways of the apartment complex before coming to an abrupt stop in front of his door. You knew he was going to be ruthless tonight, which excited you, in a way, but for the most part, you were not prepared for the hell you were about to experience.

Still, not a single word was spoken between the two of you, for the tension was immensely intimidating. You tried your best to not make eye contact as Sunas’ eyes tried desperately just as he stares into yours. You felt the cold metal against the skin on your neck as it was being yanked to look in his direction.

“You ready?” Suna warned, voice still as brittle as glass, but sharp enough to kill. You didn't reply though, only giving him a needing look saying your body consented, but your head said no. Even if you were to say no Suna still would have drawn you in somehow, so what's the point in denying it.

You knew you wanted him to rail you, so why not take advantage of the moment, Suna always took advantage of you, when you guys were still together so why waste the free invite. The door swung open as you were pulled into the cold atmosphere of Suna's apartment, hairs rising on your limbs as a small shiver ran down your spine.

“Su-Rin, I-”

“Good girl, you finally learned how to say your own boyfriend's name.” Suna mused, half-lidded eyes annoyingly peering down at you.

His signature smirk was painted over his face as he pushed you against the wall placing a harsh kiss on your tender lips. You missed this, this feeling that made your head all warm and fuzzy as if you were drunk on lust. You loved it though, so you always came crawling back to him.

Although it was Suna who made the first move, you felt like the one who was pleading for the slightest touch. The kiss drew on, Suna feeling up your body as your shaky hands came to wrap around his neck and playing with the hairs on the back of his neck. You tilted your head, deepening the kiss as you tried to provide the same dominant lust as Suna granted you. However, to no avail, you didn't last as you soon became overpowered.

The kiss became sloppier and sloppier as you kept on falling deeper into lusts' hands. You Loved every second of the tension wafting through the air and Suna knew that... That's when it clicked in your head, he was taking advantage of the fact you were falling head-first into his drug-like trap. You silently cursed to yourself as you waited for the right opening before shoving the full-sized man off of you. Luckily he was also deep into the kiss, completely off-guard as he stumbled back a little.

“What the fuck was that for?" You jumped at the harsh words that spewed from his tongue, gravelly voice scratching at your heart.

“I have a boyfriend Rin! I can’t be doing this with you, I-I’m just gonna go home.” Obviously, that was a lie, Suna could tell even before it escaped your mouth. To your dismay though, Suna decided to play along with your little fib.

His rough hands traveled up your chest and latched onto your neck, letting out a deadly chuckle in the process he pressed the pads of his fingertips harder on the sides of your neck. You let out a gasp as your hands rose up and grabbed onto his lofty wrist out of instinct, slowly peering up at him with widened doe eyes.

“What are you talking about Y/n? I'm your boyfriend. Unless... Y/n are you cheating on me?”

“Yea, I guess I am cheating.” You snarkily replied, smirking back up at him. You could tell he was surprised a bit at your newfound confidence, after all the last time he saw you six months ago you submitted to everything he said without hesitation, but you’ve changed since then. “You just couldn’t really fit my needs Suna, what else was I supposed to do?” Your smirk extended across your cheeks as you slowly forgot about the cold hands tightening around your neck.

You were not going to let him win.

“What did you just call me-”

“I said ‘Suna’ and you’re gonna like it.” And there it was again, a slap echoed through the hollow apartment, the metal rings searing at your cheek. Your smile grew with anticipation as you returned the favor by slapping back once again but harder.

The sound that came from your hand colliding with his cheek was awfully louder, although due to your lack of jewelry the pain was less excruciating for him as his right cheek started to turn a light shade of red.

Now, that was the last straw for Suna. As much as he did enjoy seeing you try to be dominant for a minute, his mind was clouded over with the memories of you begging for him to fuck you. With the lust taking over all his senses he forcefully grabbed your hips, swinging you over his shoulder as he leisurely made his way across the kitchen into his room.

Suna, being the sadist he is, decided to slap your ass a few times, He enjoyed how they jiggled against his cheeks as he let out a little sigh of content, his face nuzzling into the side of your ass. Your face became boiling hot from embarrassment, the past confidence slowly slipping away as warmth pooled in your stomach, eagerly awaiting what Suna’s next moves would be.

You felt butterflies blossom in your stomach as you were tossed onto Sunas queen-sized bed. The force of your body hitting the mattress caused you to bounce a few times before looking up with hungry eyes only to be met with his clothed back as the sound of jewelry clashing together filled your eardrums.

Slowly, Suna pulled off his shirt discarding it onto the floor as he steadily turned around. You were now fully turned on as your lust-clouded eyes met with his toned torso, you were eyeing him up and down, soaking up the way his muscles tightened against each other as the memories from your previous sessions filled your head making your cunt boil with anguish.

“Whatcha thinkin' about sweet cheeks?” Ah, it's been too long since you’ve heard that nickname. Suna had given you that nickname due to the deep appreciation he had for your ass, he was always slapping or nuzzling against it. The gratitude he had for it evolved into the nickname 'sweet cheeks'. Although it wasn't meant in a sexual name, the way it fell from his tongue never failed to make you horny.

“You.”

“Mmmm, and what about that boyfriend of yours?” His voice dripped with sarcasm, a mischievous smile grazing over his features as his eyes narrowed down. You knew that face, You had seen it too many times to even count. He was enjoying your little lie too much and although you made it up to get away from him, as ironic as it is you feel as if that little lie just made everything even more fervent.

“I-its fine as long as he doesn’t find out.” your voice came out small and breathy as the bed dipped between your legs watching as Suna crawled up the bed inching closer to your core as if he were a fox hunting down its prey.

“Mmm I think we should record a little video for him, I’m sure he’d love it!”

“N-no it’s fine I don’t think he’s into that- that-” Before you could even finish Suna’s slender fingers made their way into your panties, swiping through your folds before dipping one singular finger into your wet aching hole.

“Hmm~ what was that sweet cheeks?”

“I- he-.” You tried to reiterate your sentence but failed miserably as he curled his finger upwards hitting just the right spot.

“That's what I thought.” His voice dropped from the sweet sarcastic tone of a fox to one of a wolf, deep-pitched and followed with a gravelly groan reverberating from the back of his throat. And just like that, you let out your first moan of the night as his index finger climbed up your slit and teasingly flicked your pearl causing your hips to buck.

“I know you want me instead of that stupid ‘boyfriend’ of yours.”

“N-no-ahh-” He inserted his middle finger along with his index and curled up, pushing against your cervix as you denied his statement.

“Wanna try that again?” He mused, glancing down at your pathetic state. His ego inflated tenfold knowing he could make you this messed up over a few strokes and teases. You stayed silent, words pacing through your head yet nothing could come out.

You wanted to say ‘no’ again, but that would only result in a punishment you were not ready for, you also had the option to just submit yourself to him, but both you and Suna know your bratty ego couldn't be tamed that easily.

“Ah, I see how it is.” Suna stopped the motions with his fingers as he slowly and sensually pulled his finger out of you.

He fixed your underwear and sat up on the bed and grabbing his phone before scrolling through social media. You just laid there in silence as you watched his petty behavior play out before you. ‘ This bitch’ You looked down at his raging boner.

'he has to take care of that so obviously, he’ll come back to play with you.'

A few minutes passed as you both laid there in silence, Suna now scrolling through Twitter looking at the latest volleyball news. He seemed unbothered, but you on the other hand were the complete opposite. Your body was already too excited, constantly twitching and writhing while trying to get some sort of pleasure. You were so close to just masturbating right in front of him but your ego wouldn’t let you do that. ’ God, I hate myself’

“Hey, Rin.” Suna completely ignored you, eyes glued to his phone as he continued to scroll. “Fuck me please.” He still ignored you, acting as if you never even existed.

“Rin?” You waited a few more seconds, hoping some sound would come out of his mouth. “Fine, I guess I’ll just go have my boyfriend take care of this for me.” You rolled your eyes, shifting your weight, getting ready to jump off the bed.

Suna’s calloused hands grabbed your body and flipped you over onto your stomach. Your head digging into the pillows as Suna took in the view of your ass being on full display.

His hand swiftly rising above his head before slamming it down onto your ass, using the full force he would apply during a jump float serve. The clashing of his skin upon yours could be heard from miles away as the reverberation sang through your ears. The outer whites of your eyes tinted red as tears threatened to spew from your eyes as the nerve endings on your skin began to process the immense amount of pain the man has just bestowed upon you. The outer layer of your skin writhed with delight and irritation as it began to change reddened color, with a slight purple tint.

“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again, you got it?” Voice coming out deep and monotone, he didn’t even sound mad yet his recent actions opposed that, which made it all the more terrifying. You let out a small whimper in reply, still recovering from the excruciating pain he had just inflicted upon you.

“Do you understand Y/n?” Suna asked again, he wanted a clear yes or no answer.

“Y-yes.” You whispered out faintly. Voice coming out as brittle as glass, almost as if you were about to break. You became limp as the red handprint started to swell on your ass, Suna placed his hand over it and began kneading your cheeks between his fingers. Which only hurting you more in the process by pressing down on the newly formed bruise.

“Good girl. Now turn over and look at me.” You obeyed him not offering a word to oppose him, for you were too scared of what he was capable of. Leaning over, you sat up immediately wincing when your butt held the weight of your body as you looked up to meet Sunas face inches from yours.

“You understand the rules now baby? Every time you wanna act like that you're gonna get a nice hard slap to your ass and don’t make me have to pull out the belt. I wouldn’t want to break you this early into the night.” Suna cooed as his rough hands gently cradled your cheeks.

Gripping your jaw, he continued to pull your squished lips toward his. His tongue sticking out to meet yours as your tongues danced together. Sunas’ overpowering yours easily; it was quite pathetic really, how easily you gave into the man in front of you.

Sunas hands drifted down your body, feeling up every inch of your soft and subtle skin. Making sure to get a quick feel of your nipples before sliding his hands down to meet your ass as he slowly kneaded the soft mounds of flesh between his calloused fingers. The sound of small moans and whimpers could be heard throughout the apartment as Sunas mouth continued to attack yours.

His body became too much to handle as you slowly leaned back into the soft pillows. Suna pulled away to look at your messed-up state with his casual poker-face, making sure to not show any emotions of interest as to keep you on edge.

Although he failed to cover up the little twinkle in his eye. It lasted for not even a second, indicating that he had an idea. His hand slowly slid back up your body before meeting your jaw once again. Confused, you furrowed your eyebrows as his thumb and index finger squeezed your cheeks together once again. You gladly accepted his movements, hoping for another kiss, yet you were only met with a mouthful of saliva from your 'ex'.

You twitched at the now, nostalgic substance as your eyes fluttered open, making direct contact with Saunas fox-green eyes as you seductively swallowed his saliva. Sunas tongue ran up your throat before kissing you on your red puffed-out lips, hand coming up to wipe off the excess saliva gathering at the side of your mouth. Pulling off your shirt, Suna dragged his tongue down your body as his other hand caressed your back, unclasping your bra as it fell down your chest along with a small green malachite crystal.

“Why the fuck is there a rock in your bra?” Suna grabbed the malachite, examining it in between his fingers giving you a ‘what the fuck?’ look.

“I-I can explain-”

“Just shut the fuck up, your such a nerd.” Suna bit back, discarding the crystal by tossing it in a corner of the darkened room. Your stomach was filled with butterflies at the new nickname, your degradation kink kicking in as you whimpered for more.

Suna grunted in response as his lips placed soft kisses down your torso, littering little peppered kisses around before placing a long wet sloppy kiss in another. This little pattern continued as he slowly reached past your lacey panties, edging you by slowly nipping at your panties only for his mouth to make contact with your round thighs instead. A small whine escaped your throat as the rising anticipation of his mouth on your clit painstakingly went away.

Bucking your hips in response to his neglect, his teeth made contact with your skin. Taking a nip from the spongy flesh and placing his hand over your waist, keeping a firm hold so you know to not cross the boundaries. Whimpering once more as his soft kisses turned into little nips as punishment for your tiny outburst. Returning the slight abuse to the other thigh, he slowly rose up to your face again. He placed a few chaste kisses on your swollen lips, distracting you while he sneakily slipped off your panties.

Your body quaked in response to his cold fingers entering your clit, dipping into your core to catch your natural lube as he smeared it around your gaping lips. He slowly circled his fingers around your sensitive pearl; stirring you up as your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the pleasure of gaining the awaited contact.

Lowering himself down, Suna placed suggestive kisses down your chest, stomach, hips until he achingly stoped at your swollen folds. Placing his tongue onto your sopping wet core before sliding his tongue up your folds, taking in the intoxicating smell of your sex.

Steadily, he took one last erotic lick before wrapping his lips around your swollen pearl. Licking and sucking the steamy pink flesh as little mewls of affection escaped your throat, legs twitching as Sunas tongue swept across your bud in just the right area.

Suna took notice of your little convulse as he continued to swipe his tongue around in the same pattern; sucking even harder and taking in all your juices. Your twitching legs turned into violent shakes, hands gripping at the soft black cotton sheet below you as your moans grew louder and louder.

Your body had a mind of its own as your hips violently thrust towards Sunas mouth, earning you a loud slap to the thigh. You let out a small whine due to the sudden pain and the loss of contact as Suna slowly lifted his head. You looked down seeing his head still slightly in between your legs, chin dripping with your juices.

“Do that again and see what happens.” His voice was low and rough as a deep grunt reverberated off the back of his throat. You happened to be in a bratty mood, due to him giving you the lack of pleasure you desired.

“Sorry, Rin.” You mumbled, putting up a submissive front as you awaited him to dig his face back into your throbbing cunt.

“Good slut.” His head dives back into your folds. You know through the selfish and rough facade Suna puts up, he secretly loves giving you head but he would never admit that. As soon as you had Suna in your trap your bratty side took over as your thighs squeezed over Sunas head. You felt his brows furrowed as he continuously licked over your cunny in the pattern you liked, as his hands raked at the outer sides of your thighs.

Fingers digging into your sweet skin as he did his best to pry your considerably large thighs away in order to get a good breath of air. You bucked your hips up once again at the pleasing release as you were rising to your climax, Suna moving his tongue faster and faster in hopes to be able to breathe sooner. You let out a loud gasp as you squirted into Sunas mouth which he wishfully drank up.

You finally released the chokehold you had on Suna, his head rising up quickly in order to fill his lungs with fresh air. As you regained a bit of your composure you looked at Suna, noticing the layer of sweat that coated his perfect body. Watching as his muscles writhed against each other as his body glistened underneath the soft moonlight glow. While you were admiring his intoxicating physic you failed to notice the hands that slither up your body; tightening their hold on your neck as rough fingers dug into your swollen flesh.

“Turn around.” Suna slowly demanded his voice sending tingles up your back. Although you wanted to listen to him, the brat in you said otherwise.

“No-” Before you could finish sounding out the ‘o’; Suna slapped your cheeks once again.

Awaiting your new response after the harsh interaction. You didn’t let a squeak escape as you flipped yourself over, ass being fully exposed to Sunas’ watchful gaze. Your ass was met with a few small slaps before his dominant hand came raining down onto your right ass cheek. A loud sound erupted from the contact his hand made onto your burning ass. Your hand instinctively came up to shield yourself from more pain only to be grabbed by Sunas larger hand. He slowly guided your hands to meet on top of your head. He pinned them down onto the bed as he continued slapping your ass.

“Yea? You like being a little brat? You just wanna get slapped by me, you little masochist.” Suna taunted. You didn’t reply, as you were being suffocated by the sheets to even think of a sentence to reply with. You felt Sunas hand slowly let go of your hand, grabbing onto your hair instead and pulling your head up, causing you to hiss in pleasure and pain from the harsh touch.

“You’re not gonna answer me? Hah, where’d all that confidence go, sweet cheeks?” He taunted, slapping your ass once more. Although it wasn’t his hand that was slapping around your ass. This time it was his dick. You could feel the veins and ridges from each slap as you got more and more impatient by the minute.

Sticking your ass up even further, you brought your hands down once more to spread your ass open welcoming Sunas large cock inside of you.

“P-please-” That's all he needed. One small ‘yes’ as he rammed into you, touching your cervix as you instinctively arched your back for better access. You let out a loud mewl as your pussy clenched around his dick, trying to re-adjust for his size.

“Yea baby, remember this cock?” Suna groaned as he pulled out once again, slapping it around before thrusting back into you harder than before, causing your eyes to roll back, losing all senses as you relaxed your head as it dangled from the grip Suna had onto the crown of your head.

“Ye-yea I miss it.” You moaned out, voice coming out thick and hoarse. You felt as each and every ridge entered and exited, noting how he angled himself so he would hit your g-spot with every thrust. Filling you with pleasure despite the pain from his rock-hard dick ramming into your tight pussy. Luckily, you started to relax, your hole stretching as your natural lubricants made it easier for Suna to slide in and out of; causing him to move more rapidly and sloppily.

The vulgar sounds of squelching and skin slapping filled your ears, along with Sunas small grunts and groan. Both factors playing together as you hastily started to reach your climax once more. Your hole started to uncontrollably spaz around his large cock earning you a moan from the man railing you into oblivion.

Just as you were about to release your sweet juices, Suna quickly pulled out of you. Picking you up, he laid down and set you on his lap before re-adjusting his dick to your tight cunt as he easily rammed in once again. Your legs spazzed furiously as you tried your best to ride the man below you.

Placing your hands on his firm abdomen, as his hands wrapped around your waist to keep balance as you bounced on his cock. Every time you fell onto his cock, he rhythmically thrust up, pushing even deeper into you, eventually going balls-deep.

You bent down on top of him, meeting his lips once again as you sloppily made out with the God below you. Constantly grinding your hips down on him to keep the friction going. Sunas' hands slithered up from your hips to grab onto your soft mounds, slowly twisting each nipple between his thumb and index finger. He gave your left tit a nice slap before throwing his hands back on your ass, grabbing at your plump and swollen mounds.

"S-Suna! Ah! I- I-m, c-" You tried to cried out but failed as you pathetically started to overstim from the way he pounded into you.

"What was that- my little slut?" You whimpered in response, ass smacking against his balls as you finally found the bliss you've been searching for. Hole clenching as your legs and hips violently twitched, causing you to lose all sense of reality as you sprayed your juices onto Sunas slick cock. Your body stopped working as you were lifelessly being bounced up and down on Sunas cock. You cuddled into his neck as he rammed into one last time.

"Shit-" he breathed out, spraying into your sopping wet pussy. Cum mixing with your as he slowly rode out his orgasm and pulling out of you.

You were splayed across his chest letting out loud gasps and whimpers as your body tried to relax itself from the lustful high you were on. Suna having to do the same, slowly bringing his hand up to play with your hair. You nuzzled further into his neck, placing small kisses onto his nape, him returning the favor, leaving a few light hickies sprinkled across your neck.

"You still gonna call your boyfriend?" Suna lazily asked, already knowing the answer, he just wanted to play with you.

"Yea, actually I should probably go see what he's doing."

"Bitch." Suna whispered as you let out a small giggle.

"Kay, c'mon let's get you cleaned up," Suna suggested. He picked you up, giving you a few little ass slaps, contently sighing as he slowly made his way to the bathroom.

#suna rintaro oneshot #suna rintaro fluff #sunarin #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintarou x reader #xreader #reader insert #suna x reader #haikyuu #anime #manga #collegeau

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ahundredtimesover · 3 years

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AAAAAAAAAAAAH AUTHORNIM THAT WAS SO GOOOOODD NDNSJSNSJSNSJSNS I LOVE IT i love how jungkook still denied that he's taken a liking on our oc and is actually missing her, and i quote

"Jungkook misses talking with Mr. Sim. And well your stories, but definitely not you, he tells himself."

yeah okay jungkook keep telling yourself that 😩 and then there's another one

"It's the same serious faces that greet him when he starts his day every morning. Not your expressive eyes or warm, sweet smile. Jungkook doesn't miss you, he tells himself."

i just wanna hit him in the head and yell "you like her, jungkook dummy!!!!!!!!" so bad seriously (idk why he's still hung up over soo-ah, that girl is giving me weird unloyal vibes)

AND THEN WHEN HE STARTS FEELING GUILTY 🤩🤩🤩🤩 (thats when hes the sexiest) and came as a knight in shining armor to save our oc 😍 AAAAAAAAAJNANSNSJSNSNAN the fact that he got shot in front of oc makes me think that oc will feel even sadder and guiltier and longing for him!!!! Makes me so excited for the next chapter 🤩 thank you for writing!❤️

I’m sorry I don’t get to reply to your messages (I love them all btw and I am screaming with you!!) but ughhhh guilty and in denial Jeon? MY WEAKNESS. And super excited for next chapter too! Probably my favorite one 🤩🤩

#mimianswers #fight for you

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xiaojusaur · 5 years

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Pairing: Ten x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warning: Piercings kink, masturbation, unprotected sex, orgasm denial

Word Count: 3.7K

Description: Your roommate Ten gets a new piercing somehow interesting, which wakes a hot curiosity in you.

You and your roommate Ten never had interest in each other. Your friends, his, and even random people thought it was pretty weird for a guy and a girl to live together and not even want to touch a hair of each other. They thought you two fucked like bunnies all around the house when in reality you just spent most of the time studying or just chilling.

Ten did bring girls to his room, but that was none of your business. You always told him that as long as he can keep it down, you didn’t care. But it doesn’t happen often either. Ten is pretty chill, he just likes to photograph everything, draw, and play the guitar. Even though he is kinda pervy, you always take it as a joke.

He really likes piercings, you thought he had like eight of them, counting the ones he just got recently: the nipple piercings he’ve always wanted.

He came one Friday shirtless and all giggly. But before you asked, you noticed the four little diamonds decorating his nipples. “No way!” You exclaimed.

“Yes way! I just got them! Finally!” He giggled.

“Did it hurt?” You were genuinely curious.

“Hell yeah! And now my nipples are sensitive,” he said as he poked them with the tip of his forefingers.

Not lying, they looked really nice on him. Any girl would be thriving to touch them. But since he was your roommate and now your best friend, you were weirded out.

Two weeks later, he arrived at the apartment too excited. You were doing the dishes as you heard the door. He came all jumpy, “Hi, Y/N!”

“Hello Ten,” you smiled, raising your eyes from the plate you were washing.

“Guess what?” He said all bubbly, smiling that 1000 watts of smile he has.

“Umm... you got a girlfriend?” You took a wild guess.

He grimaced, “No! That’s so not me, what the fuck?”

“I don’t know, you’re kinda unpredictable sometimes,” you shrugged.

He sat on the countertop, waiting for you to guess again.

“I just cleaned that! Now it gots your ass all over it!” You complained.

“Oh honey, you’re gonna need more than that. Do you know how many girls I’ve fucked here?” He was teasing you.

“Gross,” you pushed him.

“Anyways, I got another piercing!” He applauded for himself. You swear he had problems sometimes.

“Really? What did you get this time?” You asked not amused at all, while resuming your dishwashing.

“A Prince Albert,” he murmured.

“A what now?” You said confused.

“It’s a piercing I can only tell you what I got. I can’t show you,” he explained.

“And why is that?” You questioned cluelessly.

“Because it’s on my dick,” he said shamelessly, so much that you thought he was joking.

“I don’t believe you,” you said, a smile starting to form on your face.

“I swear it! Do you wanna see?” He did as he was about to unbutton his pants, but you stopped him with a shriek. “NO! No... I don’t wanna see that.”

“So are you gonna believe me now?” He was smirking.

“Yeah, totally,” you said not challenging him anymore.

Ten was your friend and he acted cute and bubbly most of the time, but he also was very dangerous. He would do ANYTHING to prove you wrong, even if it meant to show you his dick. And being honest with yourself, as soon as he said where was the piercing, an unusual curiosity awoke in you.

“So why did you choose that one?” You asked.

“Well, I read it increases the sensation when having sex, for both me and the other person, I also heard it drives girls crazy just by finding it out,” he gave you his usual devilish smile.

“I can’t believe you,” you said while shooking your head no, but also laughing.

He’s your roommate, naturally you’ve seen him even in just underwear. Ten is really attractive, you don’t understand why he doesn’t have a girlfriend yet. He has a great figure, he’s also a sweetheart, the whole package. But probably he just wants to play around, since he knows how hot he is.

Your friends can’t understand how you guys haven’t jumped into each other yet. They can’t even believe you haven’t even kissed. It’s not like you don’t want because there are times you’re feeling lonely and just want someone to cuddle with, but you don’t let yourself get tempted.

That night, you couldn’t sleep well. Maybe it was that you ate late or maybe it was the thought of Ten’s piercing lingering in your mind. You were rolling on your bed, uneasy, groaning because you just wanted to sleep. So in the loneliness and darkness of your bedroom, for the first time, you found yourself with your hand between your legs, touching yourself, unconsciously thinking about Ten. In your quick release, his name escaped your lips in a low moan. When you came back to yourself you panicked. Why did you do that?! What were you thinking?!

You got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to get some water, to calm yourself and to see if it made you rest better. What you didn’t expect was to see Ten on the couch, watching TV in just a pair of boxers and an unzipped sweater. You couldn’t conceal your shocked face but you could blame it on your still asleep brain.

“Are you alright?” he asked concerned.

“Yeah... I just can’t sleep well,” you said with a groggy voice. You brushed your hair back while walking to get a glass of water. “What time is it, Ten?” You asked from the kitchen.

“It’s 3 AM,” he replied.

You came to the couch and sat by his side with your glass of water, looking to the TV but not really watching it. You finished your water, took the glass back to the kitchen, and were about to go back to sleep when Ten stopped you. “Do you need help?”

You were so confused, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Do you need help? To sleep I mean, I can... give you a massage or something. Are you stressed?” Poor Ten, little did he know he was the reason of your insomnia. Maybe his massage would help you so you accepted, “A massage would be nice.”

“Turn around,” he motioned with your finger so you could give him your back. He quickly placed his hands on your shoulders and started to massage them, as well as you back with his thumbs. His hands were magical, you felt lighter instantly. His hands glided to your back, massaging tenderly your shoulder blades with his fine fingers. You closed your eyes, relaxing, trying to get back to sleep.

He touched a knot spot, an indication of the finals’ stress. “Oh... that’s the spot...” you moaned when he massaged there, pressing harder.

This wasn’t helping, on the contrary, it was adding up to your arousal. You hoped he hadn’t noticed your hardening nipples under your silk pajama shirt.

You felt he was stopping and in a way, it was a relief. You could just go back to sleep, forget about your thoughts and act as if nothing happened the next day.

But suddenly you felt his lips on the side of your neck and your body entered in panic mode instantly. Was it your mind playing games or was this real?

“What are you doing?!” You screamed alarmed.

“I-I’m sorry... I went with the flow... I shouldn’t have done that...” he stuttered.

What should you say? You liked it, you wanted more.

Between your shock and your desire, you don’t know how it happened, but your lips crashed with his, full of want. He was kissing you back, fiercely, passionately, with all the lust both of you were holding inside during all this time.

You straddled him on the couch and he quickly placed his hands on your back, pulling you closer while never stopping from kissing you. Since he was just in boxers, you could feel his member starting to get hard, so you started moving your hips back and forth, grinding on him.

“Oh...” he moaned, throwing his head back. He kissed your neck hungrily while you continued to grind on him.

“Tell me something,” he said panting.

“Yeah?”

“Since when you’ve been wanting this?” He slipped the straps of your pajama shirt from your shoulders to then kiss there.

“I- I don’t know... something changed when you told me about the piercing. I guess you were right,” you confessed.

“About,” kiss, “what?” kiss.

“It did drove me crazy.” You could feel his smirk on the crook of your neck, but he didn’t give you time to think, biting your neck softly. You moaned and now he was fully hard, you could feel it right there on your shorts.

“Do you wanna find out if it’s true what they say?” He suggested.

“More than anything,” you said out of breath.

He groaned and asked, “Your bed or mine?”

“Mine,” you decided and he just lifted you and walked to your room.

He threw you on the bed and quickly hovered over you. He attacked your neck with such hunger, you were starting to believe he was a vampire. His lips went south, over your shirt, which he raised a little to expose your navel. He kissed his way back up, taking the shirt with him. He licked his lips and then took a nipple in his mouth, licks and nibbles making you wetter by the second.

His hands caressed your legs to then land right at your core. Since you were sleeping, you didn't have underwear, you were all at his mercy, all exposed for him.

When his fingers found your wet and naked folds he hummed and said, “So you’re one those, huh?”

“Shut up! I’m in my house. I could be naked if I wanted to,” you complaint but stopped as soon as his middle finger reached your clit.

“Hmm... you’re so wet,” he pointed out.

“Please Ten, just fuck me already,” you twisted on the bed.

“Ugh, so impatient. Let me prepare you first,” and as soon as he said this, he inserted a finger inside you, your mouth falling open. A few pumps later and he inserted another one, making you arch your back. “Fuck Ten,” you moaned. His fingers reached deep and he was going so fast you thought you were gonna explode right there. You were a moaning mess, not caring if anyone heard. “Oh my God! God!!! You’re so good with those fingers! Yes!!!! Ohhhhh... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You gasped at the last fuck.

“Are you gonna cum?” He asked with his devilish smirk.

“Ughhhh! Yes!! Keep going! I’m there!” you keened. His thumb started to rub your clit while his fingers were deep into you, pressing your sweet spot just right. You felt your orgasm getting closer, so you just succumbed into the feeling, exploding with a heavy breath, clenching his fingers and trembling like you’ve never had before.

He let you come back from your high to then whisper in your ear, “we’re not done yet, baby,” giving you the most delicious goosebumps ever. He removed your shorts, leaving you all naked on the bed, all for him to enjoy and devour.

He threw the sweater to the floor and then took off his boxers, his member springing free.

You’ve never seen him naked before, but he was perfect. His dick wasn’t too long but it wasn’t short either. On the tip, you saw the freshly put ring, just a ball closing it, shiny with precum.

You licked your lips on the thought of having that inside you, you couldn’t wait anymore. You spread your legs in front of him, letting him know you were all ready to receive him. He just chuckled and you smirked back at him.

“What?” he asked pretending to be innocent.

“You scared?” You challenged him.

“Not at all, are you?” he shot back at you.

“Nope.”

“Can I... fuck you bare?” he asked before placing himself between your legs.

“I don’t know, can you?” you challenged him again.

“Stop being sassy! I’m being serious,” he laughed.

“Only if you pull out,” you joked.

“I’m not so sure I can,” he doubted.

“I’m joking! If you’re clean, sure,” you said this time being serious.

“I am, I always wear condoms and I have recent tests, but I wanna know how does it feel bare and who better than my roommate?” he smiled and you almost go soft for him if it wasn’t for the moment.

“I feel touched,” you said placing your hand on your chest dramatically.

“You’re about to be,” he winked.

He got closer, your legs spreading a little more to make him fit. You were attentive to every move he made, expectantly.

He took his member in his hand and started rubbing the tip on your heat, teasing you, collecting your wetness. The ring felt so cold it made you jolt, the feeling was great on your bundle of nerves. “Oh... that feels good,” you let him know in a whisper. He started looking for your entrance, and when he found it he placed his tip there, teasing your hole.

“Shit, Ten, please...” you begged.

He then pushed himself in oh so slowly, it was torture. It had been so long you’ve been with someone and Ten noticed as he moaned, “Oh God, baby, you’re so tight.” The burning sensation of the stretch was making you grasp the sheets, all in a failed attempt to not moan.

When he was all in, he pulled his hips back slowly, making you feel empty, to then fill you again.

“Shiiiit, baby I feel so nice!” He groaned as he gripped your hips to pound into you.

It was sinful, the way that ring felt inside your walls and the way it brushed your clit, it had you with your eyes rolling back. You had to hold from his arms to keep yourself grounded because such a sinful act had you almost in heaven.

“Hold me tight,” he said panting. You did as told and that’s when he increased his pace, the bed creaking, your legs flying everywhere with each hip thrust. “Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Don’t stop!!!” you keened. He kept that pace for a while and then he pushed your legs to your chest. He slid almost all of himself from you but then he was thrusting you with only his tip, the ball of the piercing teasing your clit while his tip slid in and out of you.

“Mmmm.... please!” you whined.

“Please what?” He asked playfully.

“I’m gonna cum so hard on that dick!” you growled.

“Oh yeah?” Ugh! Such a tease! “How about I do this?” He kept thrusting you but started circling your clit with his thumb.

“Ah! Yes! Keep doing that!” You screamed, he just liked to see you suffer.

“You like that?” he smirked.

“Gosh! I love it! I love your dick!!” You screamed at the top of your lungs.

You felt the pressure on your pelvis trying to snap and you let him know. Big mistake.

“You’re not cumming yet, baby. The night is long,” he said mocking you and stopped working your clit, making you whine.

He kissed you sloppily and whispered on your lips, “Ride me,” as he leaned back, waiting for you to do as told.

You crawled on the bed and quickly straddled him. He took his length by the base, waiting for you to sit on it. You aligned your entrance with his length and this time he entered easier. The sensation of the piercing was double somehow, which made you throw your head back and groan. He placed his hands on each side of your hips, holding you, guiding you. “That’s it, baby,” he praised.

You moved back and forth, every movement made the ring rub on your walls and clit nicely. One of his hands ran up your torso to land on one of your breasts, squeezing it and playing with your nipple.

In the heat of the moment you moaned, “Fuck Ten, you’re so sexy.”

“So are you, baby. I’ve been wanting to try this pussy for a long time,” he confessed.

“Oh really?” you asked still not stopping your ministrations.

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to ruin our cute roommate relationship,” his hand fell back to your hip.

“So I’ve been dick thirsty this whole time and you never offered yourself? That’s mean,” you joked.

“You never asked,” he shot back.

Were you really having a conversation mid-sex?!

He heavy breathed and then said, “Go faster please, jump on it.”

“Ugh, you’re so demanding,” you rolled your eyes but followed instructions anyways. You started slowly but you felt like with every jump his dick reached the sweet spot deep in you. He set up the pace guiding you with his hands. He had you jumping faster by the minute, his hips meeting you halfway, the slapping sound of your thighs and his crashing with each other invading the room.

“Oh, baby don’t stop,” he moaned. You placed your hands on his chest to have better stability.

“Fuck Ten! It feels really good!” You screamed, not caring if the neighbors heard.

“Yeah? You like it like this?” He pushed his hips up harder, making your head buzz from pleasure.

“Yes!!! God, please fuck me harder!” You weren’t thinking straight, your head was clouded with lust.

“Your wish is my command,” he said through greeted teeth as he drilled into you with all the force he could. You thought the bed would break but apparently was resistant to anything.

His thrusts were getting sloppy and he let you know why, “where do you want it, baby?”

“Shit! Come inside me!” You said unconsciously.

“A-are you sure?” He stuttered.

“Fuck yeah!” You panted, “don’t worry.”

With a deeper thrust and a strangled moan, he released inside you, the warmth making you come with him. You crashed on his chest, all sweaty and beaten.

A few minutes later, when you had recovered energy, he started running his hands on your back absentmindedly. “Are you okay?” He asked in a soft whisper.

“Yeah, just tired,” you murmured.

“I should go so you can sleep.” He started to move but you stopped him, “No, stay with me.”

“Do you wanna cuddle?” he smiled.

“Yeah, it’s kinda cold.” You rolled to the side so he could spoon you. You pulled the sheets to cover you both.

You were getting sleepy, but before drifting away you looked at your phone to look at the clock: 6:30AM. You definitely were gonna oversleep but fuck it.

You woke up disorientate at the sound of knocks on your door. The warmth of Ten’s body felt nice, he was deep asleep, his little snores making him sound so cute.

“Y/N!!!! Are you okay?! Are you alive?!” you heard from outside. Are we kidding? Those were your friends, what did they want?

You looked at the clock: 2:00PM! Fuck! That’s why! You never sleep that late! You panicked when you remembered one of them had a key to your apartment.

“Shit...” you muttered.

“Mmm... what happened?” Ten murmured in his sleepy voice, still with his eyes closed.

“My friends are here...” you whispered.

“So what?” He cuddled you closer to him, making you giggle.

“Ten, baby, one of them has a key,” you said concerned.

“Whatever,” he pulled you closer and kissed the tip of your nose. You kissed his lips instead.

“What’s gonna happen now?” you asked.

“About what?” he caressed your hair.

“Well... we kinda had sex and you are my roommate. Is it gonna get awkward?”

“No. We can make the rumors become truth now,” he gave you a sleepy smile and you swear you haven’t seen something more beautiful before.

“What do you mean?” you giggled.

In that moment someone opened the door and you pulled your sheet closer, as you were naked.

“Oh... OH! Did we interrupted something?” your friend had a smirk already.

Before you could respond, Ten talked, “Yeah, can’t you see we’re in the middle of something PRIVATE here?” He was being sassy!

“Oh, so the rumors were true?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Probably,” he stated.

“Y/N, missy, we gotta talk,” your friend said as she closed the door again.

A few minuted later you received a text from her: So you were fucking with Ten all this time? When did you think to tell me? 👀

You laughed and showed him, he laughed with you. “I don’t know why everyone is so surprised. It was bound to happen,” Ten said, expecting a reaction from you.

“Bound to happen?” you scoffed.

“Oh don’t act so innocent! You like me, you just didn’t had the guts to tell me. But I did you a favor, I like you too,” he predicted. There he was, being his usual sassy self.

“Do you now?” you said as you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, now, can we skip the cheesy part of this and jump to the part where we make babies?” he suggested.

“TEN!” You gasped.

“Shut up! Come here,” he rolled on the bed to get on top of you and started kissing you, as you wrapped your arms around his neck. It promised to be a busy Saturday.

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With Love, She.

Clang! Blaam! Boom! The echoing sounds of the utensils falling down startled her from her trance. ‘Ughhhh, he’s going to be furious again!’, she thought to herself, picking up the plates in a hurry. It was not the best of days for her. Lunch was not yet ready; the maid has not yet come and Nirav has once again spilled rice on the floor. Arun was about to come home and he would not be pleased with this work. And yet another load on her growing and immeasurable life. She cursed her father under her breath and began trotting the 3-way road again. ‘Hey, you! I am working so hard to maintain the house and you keep a petty fight for some rice? Today, it ends! You are going to clean up the mess!’, she exclaimed with suppressed anger. But then Nirav looked back at her, gave her a mischievous grin and ran out of the house in a flurry. ‘One day, that boy is going to get it from me. But what can I do? My heart doesn’t allow it.”, she told to herself. Exhausted, she returned to her usual chores with a half-hearted attitude. Cleaning the house, doing the dishes, is that my life? Don’t I have dreams? Shouldn’t I too reach failure and then work hard to rise? As she fell into the ever-growing abyss of her thoughts, her mind reached out and grabbed a memory. ‘Daddy, when will we go to the museum?’, the little girl cried at the top of her voice. Her father, in an ever-calming voice replied,’ Don’t you worry child! As long as this elephant is with you, he will ride you to the museum, with free lollipops!”, The girl was now laughing and calm with the help of the tickles from her daddy. On the rickshaw, she asked her father, “Daddy, yesterday I heard the 5th class girls cry about life in the corridor instead of studying. Humph, what cry-babies!”. The father burst out into laughter, responding with a question,” What do you thing life is sweetie?”. “Life is when Ms. Rose doesn’t give us homework and gives us ice-cream!”, she exclaimed in an innocent voice.” But what is life daddy?”, she repeated herself, her innocent and childlike mind wanting to know everything and being restless. Her father, now in a graver voice, replied,” Look at those puppies running frantically behind their mother with utmost love and hope that she will feed them. She does feed them, but without herself eating, knowing that her children come first, even more than her life. That’s life. It is the cruelest thing in the world, but when accompanied with a certain something it makes your life meaningful.’ “Ice cream?”, she answered the question diligently. “Haha-ha! No, my precious darling! Its love!”, he told her. “And remember, no matter what life gives you, remember that love always makes it what it is, and you get to decide what’s life and what’s love”. “Then I love love so much!”, she proclaimed to everyone. She continued to lick her lollipop joyously, unbeknownst to her what life was going to make her do. TTRRRRRRIINNNGGGG! The loud ringing of the doorbell startled her, causing her to cut her own finger a little on the skin. She grimaced in pain as she ran to answer the door. “Hey, sweetheart! Today was so stressful and boring! Could I get a cup of water please? And why is rice lying on the floor? Has Ritesh done this? How can he so irresponsible? Why have you not controlled him yet?”, came in the questions as Arun stormed inside the house from work. “I’ll take care of it, I’m sorry, had a lot of work today.”, she replied trying to stop the bleeding simultaneously. “Did you just cut yourself? How can you be so careless, huh? Sometimes I feel like life is so cruel, always doing this to me!”, Arun castigated her. All she could do was give back a fake smile as Arun brought the bandages. She felt a little comfort even though the wound was stinging a lot. “Let me go buy today’s dinner from outside, you take some rest.”, Arun convinced her. As soon as Arun was gone, she was back to cleaning the dishes, wiping an invisible tear off her eye. Damn you, dad! Why did you have to leave me so early? If it wasn’t for that rickshaw accident that

day, you would have been still here, with me, not lying in a hospital bed for 20 long years, she cursed under her breath. She turned off the tap, wound still stinging, and proceeded to clean the mess on the floor. She knew her life wouldn’t be same after that accident, the sounds of the crash still ringing in her ear, even after 20 long years. She had dreamt to be an IAS officer, make a difference to her nation, but that obstacle set her back at least by a lifetime. Her mother, influenced by relatives and peer pressure, got her married off to Arun Apparkumari, a GM at an MNC. He is a good man, but sometimes doesn’t feel the way that she feels. And, 2 children later, here she is, a grown independent woman by society, but a shattered yet dreaming little girl by heart. She did what she only could do about her miserable life, weep, sometimes for long times alone, as she kept on her apparent duty of daily chores. Just a few footsteps away, a door closed, listening to the unheard sorrows. The next day early morning, she boarded the bus to meet her in-laws, for whom she was the only caretaker. As she took a seat near the window, a wave of fresh air flew through her face. This was the only part she liked about the bus ride. She could see the everchanging world in its glow, nature and man working together to create a sustainable and luxurious life. Cars swept past the bus, metros riding over, people in a hurry to do something important, most importantly women rushing to work, trying to bring about a change in the society. Her thoughts were interrupted by a girl, dressed up fashionista style, on a motorbike and smoking a cigarette speeding through the roads, hurling obscenities at other drivers. That brought back a fond memory from her twenties. It was nostalgic time again. ‘Hey Sathya! Come fast! If Mom finds out about this, they’ll throw me out of the house for sure!”, she shouted in excitement as her friend Sathya came running towards her. “Its fine da! Anyways it’s our last day meeting. Who knows what will happen after you get married and sent off? Start cleaning vessels now itself! You will have practice!”, she laughed hysterically looking at a sulking face. “Come on fast! We have no time to lose!”, she shouted as they both started on a rental bike. As the wind rushed through her face, and her skin feeling the true touch of mother nature, she rode the bike as far as the road took her. It was the happiest she had been in a while. Since her father’s accident, her whole house was in chaos as her gullible mother ignored her pleas and, with the advice of the so-called relatives, fixed her marriage. The only way to spend all her pent-up anger was today. She wouldn’t do anything to miss today’s thrill. That day lived up to its name. Playing with Sathya on the beach, teasing and laughing about the men following them, fun with the waves and finally icecream on the rocks witnessing the grandest and splendor sunset. “What is life da?”, she asked her friend, repeating the question for as long as she had known Sathya relishing her ice-cream. “According to me, it would be travelling the world with my love and enjoy doing what I do. What about you? What’s your thoughts?”, Sathya replied relishing her ice-cream too, not knowing the ripples it caused. She began to wonder about her life after marriage. She was in a deep abyss now, with no way out or no one to help her. When will I get this feeling again? What will happen to me? What about my dreams? “Hello, snap out of it! You’ve gone and dropped the ice cream, now you’ve made me go crazy!”, Sathya said sarcastically. But she ignored that and asked her, “But why only roaming around the world? Why not follow your dreams and pursue your passions? Isn’t that supposed to make you happy? Sathya with a calm mind answered her question,” My dear friend. You have confused yourself with life. Life is not always cruel. When I meant the world trip, I was not going to obviously enjoy the trip. It was the person I love that I’m going to enjoy with. That’s what makes

us all happy. Life doesn’t give us obstacles; it gives us the stairs. Now whether you run on it or trod is your choice.” That sentence was stuck in my mind for a long time. “Madam! Please wake up, the stop has arrived”, said the bus conductor carrying out his duty. Back to the stairs once again, she thought as she got off the bus. Back at home, Arun was waiting. To make a difference. She reached home early. In spite of all the things that she did for her in-laws, they never quite respected her and treated her the way she should. But, she did it for her satisfaction, the way her father told her. Anyways she got to eat some ice-cream on her own! As she opened the door, out came a deafening yell. “SURPRISE!!!!”, screamed Arun, Nirav and Ritesh at the top of their voices. “Happy life celebration day, you idiot!”, Arun screamed sarcastically. “What took you so long? Do you know how much time Nirav spent baking that cake? Even with his girlfriend he doesn’t talk this much time with!”, he joked. “DAAAAAD! IM JUST 11!”, Nirav screamed blushing, a pink color slowly rising on his cheeks. “What’s all this going on?”, she asked with genuine astonishment. “I’ll tell you later, but first have this ice-cream cake. And that too your favorite! Pan masala flavor!”, Arun exclaimed. “Papa, I was busy writing the card. That’s why I gave him the wrong flavor. Don tease me!”, Ritesh shouted feeling guilty. And then, that day, she had a blast. Singing songs, going through old photos, charades with the family and a surprise visit from mom. It was the happiest she had been in days. She wiped out the pains of the last few weeks and embraced the day with full hands. “So now that the kids have gone to sleep, tell what does this life celebration day means, Mr. Party planner?” she asked Arun as they sat near the balcony. “Before I say that, I want to say thanks!”, he replied. “For what?”. “For everything. For the days you had to go to raise those 2 kids to keeping up with my atrocities and my mood swings, taking care of the relatives, and for facing everything that life gave you. It’s going to change from now”, he replied staring at the night sky. “I still don’t get it. What are you trying to thank me for now? It’s not even my birthday!”, she replied still in shock. “It’s even more special! Its Mother’s Day. See, when life doesn’t exactly give what you want, it is up to us to make sure that we squeeze the best out of it. And mothers always do it. They have to. And they always. It’s hard, people won’t get the pain, the losses and the challenges that come with it. But what they also miss is the small tiny happy moments that comes along with it”, he replied calmly to her. And that’s when it hit her. It hit her hard. What her father said. What Sathya meant. What she was missing most of her life. Life is not the true pleasure. It is love. Her love towards her family. Her love that keeps her going every single day, making her strive to just see the smile on her children’s face, to always love her husband no matter what. Its love that makes us feel alive, not life. “Nirav heard you weeping that day. And I almost felt the pain when he said it to me. So, as a family we are going to give you the greatest gift we can think of. Or at least to us accordingly. I can’t afford a necklace or something….”. “Just say it Arun”, she laughed. “Our love and support. From now no matter what you do, when you do or how you do it, its going to be your way. Let it be opening a restaurant or trying for a job or even being lazy like me, no matter what the society or any bloody person says, we will support you. Its your life, you apply the love to it, it will reward you back. That is what today’s life celebration day was. From now, you are not just a hardworking woman. For the society, you are the mother”, he said her, meaning each and every word from his heart. And that day she made a decision. It is going to be love that will lead her, not life. That day she understood what the world tried to express to her in different ways. That day, she

understood love. That day, she became her. With all the love from the multiverse, Ragav

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