#was literally taking a gif break today (my eyes </3) but then i was possessed by the NEED to gif matty hair tuck

[larsnicklas]

hair tuck tkachuk

[euphoricsunflowers]

yours to ruin — lee hoseok/wonho

a/n: please listen to lose by wonho while you read this so you get the full experience ✨✨. here’s the post that this is based off of <3

a/n: i know that the top and bottom terms aren’t for straight sexual relationships but idk how else to get the point across. i apologize :,(

word count: 1.4k

content: sub!top!wonho, dom!bottom!fem!reader, no title for the reader, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, oral (fem receiving), angst, hickeys, marking, overall possessiveness, lots of praise and light degradation (calling him a whore), texts are in bold.

warning: this is not an example of a healthy romantic and/or sexual relationship. please read with caution.

summary: his body, his heart, his soul: they’re all yours.

(gif by @imnameimss)

y/n: you should come over

the text echoes in his head, almost like he can hear your voice calling him away, pulling his attention from anything he might try to do to get his mind off of you. he didn’t want to respond because he was actually incredibly busy, but he can’t seem to get the idea of fulfilling your request (suggestion? demand? it didn’t feel like you were asking) off his mind.

and then you send another text. he tries not to look at it, knowing his resolve was already crumbling, but there wasn’t anything wrong with taking a peak, right?

y/n: baby, i miss you. come over, please.

your words always did something indescribable to his heart, but he was absolutely right: he should not have read that text. especially because now he’s packing up his things and heading over right now.

as he makes his way over, knocks on your door, and falls into your grasp once again, it all feels so right. your arms wrapped around his neck keep him locked and trapped, but you could throw away the key if you wanted to; it doesn’t matter to him anymore.

“baby,” you whisper as you pull back, kissing down his jaw and neck, “your marks from last time are fading,” you point out, and he shudders when he feels you bite down on the same spots, “let’s fix that, can’t have my boy forgetting who he belongs to.”

truth is, he’d never forget. he’ll remember the way your touch feels, the way you kiss till the moment he dies. he pulls you closer by your waist, playing gently and absentmindedly with the fabric of your shirt as his breaths become shakier the longer you suck and kiss on his skin.

“baby,” you whisper again, but more in a way to command his attention even if the pet name still makes his heart ache for more of you, “tell me what you want. i’ll let you decide what we do today.”

“can i fuck you this time?” he asks breathlessly, “and you, uhm, obviously still… in charge.”

“oh? well if my boy wants to fuck me, i guess i can’t deny him that,” you murmur, leaning back in to kiss him, pulling on his bottom lip slightly as you pull back. the way you do possessively call him ‘my boy’ makes his knees weak, because yeah, he is yours, “come on, baby, let’s move this to my room.”

it feels too good to be true every time you drag him to your room. you pull him on top of you after he throws off his shirt. you reach up to touch his torso, so perfect and muscular but with sweet and delicate skin.

“can you, uhm, can you praise me please?” he mumbles so quietly like it would break the scene, but you effortlessly oblige.

“of course, you’re such a pretty toy,” your works combined with that smirk on your face make him weak, “you’re so beautiful, it makes me so happy when i remember that you’re all mine. there’s not another person in the world who can do this,” you flick your thumb against his nipple, and you can see it in his face: maybe you’re trapped under him physically but in every other way it’s the opposite. he’s never going to escape how good it feels to be yours. if only you were his as well…

but he doesn’t dwell on the fantasy for long, you pull him down to kiss him again, holding his shoulders tightly (he hopes they bruise). this time it’s his turn to kiss down your jaw to your neck, but he’s much more gentle, soft lips caress your skin as your grip dips lower, settling on holding his waist. you sigh deeply, the comfort of having him with you seeping into your body.

“baby,” you murmur lowly, and he hums in response, “you know i love your kisses, but it feels like you’re teasing me now. why don’t you remind me— and yourself— who exactly you belong to?”

“you,” he mumbles without a second thought, “i’m yours. i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay, angel,” his genuineness is enough to make your heart ache, but you run your fingers through his hair sweetly, and the softness of the moment and the pet name and your sweet voice all ruin his heart just as much, if not more, “keep going, baby, i won’t let you rest until i’m satisfied.”

the look on his face is suddenly prideful, feeling the need to prove himself. his kisses are quicker and dip constantly lower and lower, helping you throw off all your clothes as well until he’s between your legs and so close to what he wants he could literally almost taste it. his eyes search for yours, for the go-ahead.

“you know, you look really cute waiting like the good boy you are,” he groans slightly from your words alone, adoring the way the praise leaves your lips, “go ahead, baby,” that’s all he needs to hear, because the second he can, he leans in, not wasting any time being slow and methodical because he’s not going to make the mistake of being teasing any longer. he’s a bit sloppy in the way he eats you out, but it’s enough to get you so riled up that you have to push his head away slightly or else you’d cum way too early, “i want you inside me now, baby.”

you didn’t notice until then just how hard he was until he’s attempting to get out of his pants as quickly as possible. he’s back on top of you in an instant.

“there’s lube in the nightstand drawer, don’t bother with a condom,” you mumble as you point, and he reaches over to open the drawer and grasp it. he’s clumsy with it, but in a second he’s properly covered and in another, he’s inside of you. he moans softly at the feeling. it’s one he doesn’t feel much (mostly because he’s 100% down to be pegged most of the time) but it’s one he cherishes every chance he gets, “oh, fuck, baby,” you mumble, eyes closed as you lay with the exact same feeling.

he starts to move, leaning back down to meet you in a kiss as he picks up a comfortable pace, until that pace becomes not enough, with you both already so wound up. his pretty moans become louder and more uncontrollable. and your not exactly unaffected either. you’re getting close too.

“you’re so cute when you can’t control yourself like this, b-baby, you just look so adorably slutty, my perfect whore,” it’s humiliating, honestly, but your voice is sweet like candy and the sugar is rotting away every last inch of dignity he has, “you look so desperate, baby, you want something?”

“i… want to cum, but i want you to cum first,” he groans, “or at least with me. could you? please?”

“fuck, baby, yes. i’m so close, you’re doing so, so good, such a good boy for me,” your hands find his shoulders again, your nails digging into his skin and scratching as your highs approach.

you can tell that his hits just a moment before yours, but it’s absolutely worth it because you get to watch his eyes roll back and his lips part slightly and he just looks so enticingly wrecked that your orgasm is triggered too. he keeps fucking you through the whole time, even as he slightly overstimulates himself, but it is satisfying to watch his expression contort from pleasure to pain.

he falls beside you on the bed, and when you get up to go to the bathroom, he’s left with his thoughts, with all the clarity and sense rushing back to him. he’s angry at himself for running back to you the second you want him to come over, angry that it always ends this way, angry that no matter how much he tries to distant you two, he can’t do it on his own. and you have such a hold on him that he almost aches to be used like this. he can keep trying to stay away from you, but in the end, he knows that he’s too wrapped around your finger.

it doesn’t matter how many times he plays this game, he’ll still lose.

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[donutloverxo]

Make me

*gif is not mine*

The donut series - Part 8

Note - Idk wtf this is... Lol! Hopefully I can complete this series before the year ends. Just 2 or 3 more parts now.

Thank you so so much to @firefly-graphics for the cute dividers💖💖

Summary - You move into the tower with Steve.

Warnings - 18+ only please, smut (m/f), soft dom Steve, daddy kink, captain kink, praise kink, orgasm denial, spanking, punishments, Steve is pushy and possessive, some angst, (lemme know if I missed any)

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 5.2k

Series masterlist

“What do you think you’re doing?!” You jerked when you heard Steve’s voice calling out to you, dropping your lipstick on your lap, your heart hammering in your chest.

You stared at his reflection in the dressing mirror. “God, Steve,” looking over your shoulder you glared at him, “Don’t you think you shouldn’t be sneaking up on me? Especially after everything that happened.”

His face immediately soften, muttering an apology to you, “But you’re not going out today.” He said in a tone that left no room for negotiation.

But you weren’t one of his agents or one to be bossed around. “And you get to tell me what to do, because?” folding your arms over your chest and mimicking his stance.

“Sweetheart, come on, don’t argue with me. It’s still dangerous for you out there.”

“What do you mean? I thought you arrested those guys. Who else would be after me?” you frowned.

He takes two long strides, standing before you and taking your hand in his “Clint has been interrogating them all night. They’ll crack soon enough and give up who they’re working for but we need to be careful till then.”

You sighed, “How long do you think it will be?”

“I don’t know, doll. Hopefully not too long.”

“Well, I can’t just stay locked up forever. Besides a locked door isn’t going to stop Hydra, I mean it didn’t the first time. So really what difference does it make if I’m in college or at home?”

“About that,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “how would you feel about moving into the Avengers tower?”

“What?” you blinked. You had heard of the Avengers living and working from the Avengers/Stark tower. It shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that Steve would possibly live there as well, but for some reason it did. “For how long?”

“Uh, we can give it a try and see how it goes?” he hesitated. He should’ve asked you to move there as soon as you told him you felt unsafe. The whole incident could’ve easily been avoided.

“I mean I wouldn’t mind living there, I think,” you shrugged, “it’s you I’m worried about.”

“What do you mean?” he tilted his head to the side, like a cute little puppy.

You got up from the chair, looping your hands over his neck and playing with the little hair on the nape of his neck, “You’re so cute and clueless, baby,” you cooed.

He huffed at that, puffing out his chest to show you how ‘macho' he is. Completely capable of protecting his girl from big bad guys no matter what.

“I just felt the tower is so unlike you. It’s so...”

Modern--was the word you were looking for, but that seemed too on the nose so you tried to think of a better adjective. You had only ever been to the tower a few times. The first was to make a delivery, when you met Steve for the first time, and then a few times at parties and little get-togethers. It was strange to think that you were part of the Avengers inner circle now, especially if you’re going to be living with them.

“So what?” he wanted to know.

“Just so not you, Stevie. I can’t imagine you living there.”

“We should’ve moved long ago. As soon as you told me about the stalker. I should’ve taken it more seriously.”

“Hey,” you traced his sharp cheekbone, “it’s not your fault. It’s nobody’s fault. Except the ones who did the kidnapping,” you scrunched up your nose, “they’ll get what’s coming to them though, right?”

“Of course, they’ll never hurt you or anyone else ever again,” he promised, kissing the inside of your wrist.

You kept looking at your watch. A gift from your mum for your high school graduation. It had a vintage feel to it, the thin leather strap making your hand look to delicate, Steve had always said that he liked it the best. He always did like you looking small compared to him.

The elevator dinged, “Exactly four minutes.”

“Hm?” he asked, lacing his fingers with yours as he walked towards ‘his' apartment. Or the apartment that was supposed to be his.

Tony had offered him boarding there when the tower was reconstructed months ago. He thought about it but eventually said no upon seeing just how big the apartment was.

Hell he had a whole floor to himself, which was too extravagant for him. He was used to taking only what he needed, if that.

More than that though...

You caught him looking at you, sparing him a sweet smile that crinkled your sparkling eyes.

More than that he didn’t want to live in such a large space all alone.

He would never share that with anyone, they’d laugh at Captain America being too scared of being alone. When he had the love and adoration of the whole world, a second chance at life and everything one could need to be happy.

But he still couldn’t bear the deafening silence of his lonely apartment. He’d get home from work, switch on the television so he’d have something to talk about with his colleagues, sip on a beer. It didn’t necessarily get him drunk or even taste all that great but it made him feel normal.

He never had to think about being alone in a strange new world all that much since he was often too busy. But he absolutely would not have an entire floor to himself. He’d surely go crazy.

“Four minutes for the elevator to get up here from the ground floor. It’s so high,” you marvelled at the view the floor to ceiling windows gave you.

“Yeah. They really should put some music there. They used to, back in my day,” he shared.

He wasn’t afraid of talking about his past with you. You never made fun of him for it, but instead listened intently and nodded. At most you’d tease him a bit... but he kinda liked that.

He punched in the code to his apartment, telling it to you, “Your birthday,” he winked, “it’s changed every twenty-hour hours.”

“That seems a bit excessive. This place is like a fortress, I doubt anybody could break in.”

He held the door open for you as you entered. Surprised to find the apartment already furnished.

“How did they manage to do all this so soon?” you wondered. Running your hands on the leather of the couch in the middle of the living.

The dark couch went well with the hardwood floors. A tall bookshelf to the side, it felt almost like a study, your fears of it being too modern and minimalistic for Steve’s taste were null, too masculine for your taste though. It seemed a lot like Steve’s old apartment. “Needs a woman’s touch.”

“You can decorate it however you like,” he said, hugging you from behind, he propped his chin up on your head.

“I don’t know... I don’t have any experience decorating apartments...” your voice small, scared of not being able to live up to his expectations. “Certainly wouldn’t do as good a job as you did,” your back leaned into his front.

“I didn’t decorate this, honey,” he chuckled. “Tony hired an interior designer. A few months ago but I didn’t want to live here then. We can ask him to call her again and then you can talk to her.”

“No, I don’t want to cause trouble. And it’s not like we’re living here for long,” you shrugged.

“What do you mean?” his voice stiff and although you couldn’t look at him you just knew he was frowning.

“Isn’t it a bit too soon to move in together?”

“But we were already living together.”

You sighed, “Yeah, but making renovations seems too... permanent?”

“You don’t want us to be permanent?”

You turned around, your heart aching at even the thought of hurting him, “That’s not what I meant, love... Isn’t it weird to live where you work?”

“It’s better this way. I can get home to you sooner,” he argued.

“Well, I suppose that’s true.”

“Are you having second thoughts about us?” he asked.

You immediately shook your head, “It’s a bit intimidating, but nope, no second thoughts.”

“That’s good then.”

You often dreamt all things Steve ever since you started dating him. Marrying him, even having a little boy wearing a mini Captain America suit for Halloween who looked eerily similar to Steve. You called him James after Steve’s late friend, you hadn’t told him about that though.

This morning you were dreaming of being whisked away in Italy, having your wedding to him by lake Como. You were wearing a traditional forties style gown, much like the one your grandma wore at your wedding.

Scrunching your nose as you were pulled from your beautiful dream when you felt something wet on your cheek. Rubbing it away with your palm, you moaned.

“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” Steve cooed, peppering kisses all over your face. Knowing that to be the best way to calm you before you snapped at him for waking you up so early.

You opened your eyes, rubbing your sleep away, “It’s still dark... I thought we agreed I’m doing school online,” you turned away from him, nuzzling your face into your pillow. “What time is it?”

“It’s five.”

“Pm?”

He snorted, “No. AM.”

“Oh my god, Steve!” you groaned, “What is wrong with you? That’s like...the middle of the night. Let me sleep in peace.”

“We have to train you. Come on I’ll teach you some self defense moves, it’ll be fun.”

“I doubt any amount of training will make me capable of fighting off hydra...”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t try,” he interrupted you, “I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Maybe in the evening.”

“Morning is the best time to do it. Come on, it’ll be fun! Besides, we always do your thing.”

He did often let you pick the movie or drag him shopping so he could hold your bags and pay for your stuff. You knew he liked to work out and would like to have you do it with him. The only problem was--you literally couldn’t think of anything worse to do.

“Square your shoulders, honey,” he instructed as you followed, seeing an opening to punch him in his stomach, and because you were mad about being woken up at literally the crack of dawn you took it.

He managed to dodge it, obviously. And even had the nerve to be cocky about it as he smirked at you. “You’re so small, puppy,” he teased, patting your head.

You huffed, being almost a foot shorter than him. “Whatever.”

And then you recalled all the times you had wrestled your cousin, who was much bigger than you, when you were kids. Remembering a move that often worked on him.

You launched towards Steve, holding onto his midsection and trying to tackle him to the ground.

“Urgh!” you groaned but he refused to move even an inch.

Eventually you did give up, if only so you could stop embarrassing yourself. Helping, or rather just standing to the side and watching Steve as he punched the shit out of a bag.

“Go, Steve!” you cheered. Rubbing your thighs together at the sight of him all sweaty and of his bulging muscles. “You should bring me down here more often,” you sighed dreamily.

“Will do,” he smirked, pulling the velcro of his gloves, “Come on, it’s time to do some crunches, I’ll spot you.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, please,” you tried to run away, even though you knew it’d be of no use, but he effectively caught you and made you lie down on the mat. Giving you a goal of two sets of twenty frigging crunches.

“I hate you,” you grumbled. Willing yourself to pull your upper body up despite the slight pain in your side, moving up as Steve pecked your lips. To give you an ‘incentive’.

“Stop lying, I know you love me,” he smiled.

Lying back on the mat after your first set, on the verge of giving up but Steve kept insisting that you go on.

You looked down at him. His skin barely had a sheen of sweet, blond strands kissing his forehead. He still had an amber glow to his skin even as you got closer to the winter months.

“You’re staring, sweetheart,” he reminded you.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself.” Often getting lost in his beauty.

You smirked as you got a wicked idea, putting your legs over his, straddling his hips, “Have you ever wanted to do something in public?” you asked, as he simply stared up at you, completely dumbfounded. Rolling your hips against his, “I have, it’ll be fun and thrilling.”

“I... No,” he blinked, shaking his head, “We shouldn’t,” but even as he said it, he held onto your sides, pulling you closer to him. You giggled as you felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

“Oh my god, guys, come on.”

You yelped, holding onto Steve’s shoulders to keep from falling, looking to your side to see where the voice came from.

“We could come back if you want...” Natasha said. She didn’t look fazed by it at all, unlike her friend.

“No, we are not coming back! This is not what you use the gym for, Rogers.”

You looked at Steve, who was as red as a tomato, “Sorry,” he got up, helping you up as well, standing behind you to cover up his erection, he introduced you to his friend, “This is Sam.”

“Nice to meet you,” Sam gave you a nervous smile.

“We should get going,” Steve said, pushing you towards the exit. “That’s a sneaky way to get out of training,” he whispered in your ear as you walked back to the elevator, “It won’t work again,” pinching you butt, making you squeal.

“We’ll see.”

You hummed as you looked at your side of the closet, which was as big as your old living room, it looked as if you didn’t really have enough stuff to fill it out. You looked over at Steve’s side, even more empty... and “So boring,” you whispered under your breath.

“Right?” Tony nodded, as if agreeing with you.

Why he was there in the first place you didn’t know. You didn’t invite him, neither did Steve, he had said he just wanted to see how well you both were fitting in. With Steve gone for the most part of the past couple of days you were on your own to unpack everything.

Tony said he’d help you... but you had a feeling he was just snooping.

“What a grandfather sense of fashion he has,” he looked at your poor Steve’s shirts in disgust.

You took offense to that. “If anyone can pull it off, he can,” you huffed. Nobody insults your man.

“Really?” he quirked a brunette brow, “I don’t think so. I mean... I could probably. I can pull off anything,” he boosted.

“I mean, you could try them on if you like, but they’re probably too big for you,” you taunted him in mock sympathy.

“Ouch, guess I deserve that,” he said as he went through the box you had stuffed your make up in.

“What are you even looking for?” you pulled it away from him, glaring at him, “Don’t you have a company to run or a world to save?”

“Hey, Steve was the one who asked me to keep you company,” he held his hands up.

“Really?”

“Well, he asked Nat, which is basically the same as asking me. So I volunteered. He wasn’t happy about that though,” you smacked his hand away when he tried to pry into another box.

“Why would you volunteer?” Steve may have good intentions but having the billionaire hovering over you was only making you irritated.

“... to hang out I guess,” he confessed when he couldn’t really think of anything else to say.

You giggled, “If you wanted to be my friend you could’ve just said so!”

“No... no,” he shook his head, “I didn’t say anything about wanting to be friends.”

He was just curious about you. To figure out what Caps taste is. And to maybe get some hot goss about him. Not that being friends with you sounds like the end of the world, you certainly weren’t as insufferable as Cap.

“What would you like to do, fren?” you fluttered your lashes at him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be packing?”

“I’m bored of being cooped up. Lets do something fun!”

Steve smiled, a wide cheeky one, as he thought of all the things he could do with you and spend the remainder of his day with you. His stomach doing somersaults in giddiness.

“I could get used to this,” he said to himself before calling out for you. The thought of coming home to you everyday, so domestic and romantic. His smile dropping as he looked for you in the bedroom, the boxes sat scattered and unopened. All over the room.

He knew you were in the apartment before he even heard your voice, his super senses alerting him, “Oh, Steve!” you perked up. Giggling as you put your shopping bags down. “So, I might’ve made an oopsie.”

Plumping down on the fluffy bed, large enough to fit two Steve’s and still have room for you, taking off your real Louboutins. Since Steve gave you his card, you decided you wanted to treat yourself to them. But they were equally as uncomfortable as the fake ones.

“What?” he quirked a brow, his hands on his hips as he despondently shook his head.

“Well, Tony pointed out that your wardrobe is kinda...” you thought of a adjective that wouldn’t be offensive, biting your lip as you went through your vocabulary, “Old-ish?” when he didn’t reply you kept going, “and I might’ve maxed out your card... Tony offered to pay! But it didn’t feel right,” you jutted your bottom lip out, pushing your titts up together in an attempt to look cute.

“You went out? When I specifically asked you not to?” a rage simmering in his voice--which you didn’t quite like. Because who the fuck was he to talk to you like that?

“I had Iron Man with me. I think I was okay. You’re being annoying,” you rolled your eyes.

“Am I?” his hands now folded over his chest.

And you’d be frustrated with him acting as if he was your dad, sure you called him daddy but that didn’t give him the right to have authority over you while you weren’t naked, if he didn’t look so fucking good. With the veins propping on his forearms, light blond hair littered over it, his watch strapped on his wide wrist. You only stared him down in response.

“It would’ve been better if you had went alone instead. Tony is nothing but trouble,” he scoffed.

“I thought you wanted me to make friends with your team,” you countered.

“Are my clothes too embarrassing for you? Am I too old for you?” he tried to keep his voice from wavering, to hide some of his vulnerability, but he couldn’t, not to you anyway. “Is that why you didn’t tell your family about me?”

You gaped at him. That was the reason you hadn’t told your mom. She’d point out the obvious reasons, as she had just like you expected, him being from the forties would just make things harder for you both.

“I - ” you started but then stopped, “I like your clothes as they are. If you don’t like what I got you then we can return them. I just wanted to do something nice for you,” getting up and then walking towards him, kissing his jaw and stroking his arms to calm him, “you never think about yourself, I wanted to do that for you.”

“I wish that was true, doll,” he replied gravely. His lips pressed in a thin line as he looked at your sweet face, “But you have to apologize. For not following my orders.”

You snorted, taking a step back, “For the last time--you cannot order me around. I don’t care that you think you know what’s best.”

“Really? I’ve been working my ass off on trying to find the guys that did this to you and you are just hell bent on making my life harder,” he let out a dry chuckled, “say your sorry.”

“Make me.”

You regretted the words as soon as they came out of you, before you knew it he had you hauled over his lap, ready to spank an apology out of you.

“Ah!” you yelped at the unceremonious blow.

You did like it when he spanked you, you truly didn’t know why, but it made your pussy quiver. And honestly he didn’t do it enough. Only doing it once when you were late and weren’t able to call him.

Slapping your covered bottom a second time before stopping when he heard you moan, slipping a palm under your dress, being purposely slow to draw it out for you, to torture you in his own way, he pushed your panties aside, swirling your juices around your lips.

“You’re fucking enjoying this,” he growled.

You whimpered when he rolled your bundle of nerves between his fingers, nodding your head, already feeling yourself tethering on the edge.

“That’s too bad... I’ll have to be more creative,” he said as he withdrew his hand, making you writhe in his hold.

You looked at him over your shoulder, wiggling your butt to try to entice him before huffing when he simply stared at you, stoic as ever, “You’re no fair!”

“I’m doing this to be fair, sweetheart. I don’t enjoy it anymore than you do.”

A blatant, clear-cut, shameless lie. You both knew it. He loved thinking of ways to ‘punish' and executing them.

“What are you doing?” you asked as he placed you over his lap, your back to his broad front, his fingers working on the zipper of your dress. Pushing the sleeves down your shoulders.

“I’m going to fuck you till you admit that you’re sorry,” since he had no patience for insolence, placing a dubiously sweet and innocent kiss to your cheek.

“In your dreams,” you retorted but then shivered in his arms you let him roll your panties down your thick thighs, lifting up your hips to help him out, leaving you completely bare against him.

You bashfully rubbed your face against his button up, you felt his heart beating steadily, as his hands shamelessly explored your body. Grabbing and kneading at your breasts and hips, tracing the stretch marks on your thighs.

“Aren’t you gonna take your clothes off too?” you made yourself small.

You weren’t afraid of being so vulnerable before him, you had gotten used to it because you trusted him enough to not be intimidated by his perfect physique, but right now your whole body felt hot as you just wanted to cover up and give yourself some sort of modesty. Even if your desires and yearning for him was anything but modest.

“No, honey,” he answered, his fingers parting your weeping lips as he looked down to get a glance of it over your shoulders. Licking his lips at the sight of it, “Such a pretty pussy, doll. And all mine,” he rasped as he prodded at your hole with his middle finger before pushing it in, “Isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you nodded, trying to roll your hips over the erection pressing into your back.

He stilled your movements by holding onto your hips, warning you to stop, “Forever?” he urged.

“Yes, forever, god, just do something!” you wailed. Because whatever he was doing was not enough to satisfy you.

He hummed in thought, “I’m not a young guy. I prefer to take my time,” he pushed another finger in, stretching you out by viscously scissoring your cunt, all the while kissing your hair and your face.

He wasn’t someone who took only what he needed.

He didn’t need you.

Although it often seem to him as if you were like air--impossible to live without. He didn’t need you to live.

But he wanted you. More than anything else in the whole world.

He knew he shouldn’t keep you. Only being with you for a few months and he had almost gotten you killed but there was no way he could help himself.

“I’m selfish,” he whispered to you, pausing his ministrations to ruin your climax, “I’m selfish with you. I’m not as good as everyone makes me out to be,” he confessed. He didn’t know if it was right to do so, but he didn’t want to even consider the other option of letting you go.

“I figured out long ago that you weren’t all that good and boring,” you cried as he stopped again. Your hand holding onto his wrist as your sensitive cunt gushing juices of arousal all over your brand new sheets. “But I’m good, aren’t I, daddy?” you whispered, sultrily. “You can make me come--I’m always good to you. I promise I’ll suck you off after.”

“No.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at his rejection, he had never done that to you. To deny you so easily and bluntly. You thought he was the one person in this whole world who would do anything for you, you could ask for the moon and he’d probably try to give it to you.

Was he really that mad at you?

Your bottom lip quivering as tears welled up in your eyes, “You’re so mean,” you accused, loudly sniffing as you felt a tear drop down your cheek.

He blinked, his fingers stopping their assault on your swollen pussy as he took in your words. You could stomp all over his heart, even shoot him, do anything you want to him, he’d forgive you for it but he absolutely could not bear to see you cry.

“No, pup,” he cooed, gently removing his fingers as you whined, he kissed your forehead as he hushed you, “it’s okay, you’re okay, shush,” one hand under your neck and circling another under your knees, cradling your naked body close to his chest like a babe, he rocked you back and forth in an effort to sooth you.

“I’m sorry I was mean,” he whispered into your hair.

“You broke your pinky promise,” you held onto his neck. You were angry with him and at the situation but your body craved the comfort his gave you. “I can’t trust you now.”

His heart ached at that, “Don’t say that,” he furrowed his brows, kissing you all over your face, “I didn’t yell, puppy.”

“But you got mad,” you puffed your cheeks.

“I didn’t promise to not get mad. That’s a bit unrealistic...”

“No, you promised--no yelling, curing or meanness. Not calling me your 'good girl' or letting me come is mean! And cruel,” you reminded him, whimpering into his chest.

“Right, right. I’m sorry, that’s my fault then. I got a bit carried away... I thought you liked that you know?”

You hummed. You did like it when Steve was a bit rough, but you always knew he loved you with all his heart because you could see it in his eyes. The way he’d praise you for being so good for him, calling you his one and only, that he could never love anyone as much as he loves you.

But when he didn’t say that to you, when he refused to call you good, your soft heart couldn’t take the rejection.

“I do... but...” you hid your face in his neck.

“But what?” he urged you.

“But I also like knowing that you love me,” you spoke against his prickly stubble.

“Of course I love you. I’m sorry I made you think I didn’t, even for a second. You’re my sweet girl, forever and always,” he promised, rocking you some more, until your breathing becomes normal and steady again.

“You’re my daddy forever too,” you giggled, “or Captain, whatever you prefer.”

“If I had to pick I’d say Steve,” he told you. While it was nice to have you call him sweet name, nobody really uses his given name anymore. To have you call him that in your sweet girly voice, reminding him that he could be just Steve with you, was exhilarating.

“Okie, Stevie then.”

“Right, how about I draw you a bath? Afterwards we can go over the things you got me,” he perked up.

“You don’t have to wear them if you’re not comfortable.”

“I know, pup, but I want to. I want to get with the times. Can’t have anyone making fun of you for dating an old man,” he teased, swaying you some more.

“Hm, but...”

“But what?”

“I... um... still wanna come, so bad,” you whispered softly, rubbing your thighs together. “Will you make me come, Stevie?”

“Yes,” he replied immediately, “how would you like me to?”

“I wanna come around you,” you stated as heat rushed to your cheeks. “And I am sorry. I probably should’ve told you before going with Tony.”

“I know you’ve been cooped up, honey. I’m going to take a few days off so we can do whatever you like,” he said, working on unbuckling his belt, “But before that, I need to take care of my sweet girl, just like she does for me.”

Your hands feebly pulling at his button up, he took your queue and rid himself of it, along with his undershirt as your hands explored the expanse of his broad chest.

Pulling his length out, he manoeuvred your body till you over him, “Guide me in, sweetheart,” he instructed as you whimpered.

Grabbing the base of his cock, coating your slick in his pre ejaculate, you slowly sunk down on him. Not being able to fit all of him in, because he was as thick as a can of pringles, and oh so long.

You looked at him, too anxious to disappoint him, “Can’t fit it all in,” you whined.

“It’s okay, doll,” he stroked your back. “We’ll make it fit some other day,” he pecked your lips, lying on his back and pulling you down with him he snaked a hand between your bodies, working your clit up with his hand till he felt you convulsing and clenching around his length, gripping him so tight as you squirmed in his hold.

Whispering sweet nothings to you as you calmed down from your high. You wanted to do something for him too, to make him come, so you grinded your hips over his, shivering at the sick squelching sounds your joined sexes made.

But he stopped you by gripping your hips, “How about you just keep me warm for now?” he asked.

You hummed, “It’ll be hard...” to have him just stay inside you, and you knew he could stay hard for hours if he wanted to, and for you to not be able to do anything about it...

“I know it will be. But you’re my good girl, you can do that for me, right?” he tipped your chin up to make you look at him.

“Yes, Stevie,” you agreed.

Laying your head back on his chest, muttering a ‘sorry' whenever you accidentally clenched around him and following his orders like a good girl would.

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Jerry Cantrell One Shot~~

Title: Candle wax .playrrom part1- 

Warnings: lots of warnings, but the main one is CANDLE WAX KINK.

I have to say thanks to my friend to give me this amazing idea (u dirty bitchh <3 @70s-to-90s

Summay: She has lived with Jerry for three years now, three years where she accompanied him around the world without letting go of his hand at any time, and being with him in his ups and downs of his life; they had finally decided to live in the same house and take a break from all the madness that the life of a musician entails. They’re not married yet but lately Jerry was seriously thinking about a marriage proposal; But in the meantime, they lived his madness -especially their favorite kinks-in their favorite part of the house ... the playroom, where you could find everything there, from their most common fantasy, to his wildest and darkest.

Today was a pretty boring day, we were in the playroom doing literally nothing, just watching the little TV that was in front of the red chair in the middle of the room; It was late enough and there was nothing to do.

Jerry looked really sexy today, in his leather jacket and his blond long hair falling over his shoulders, I had a beautiful view of him leaning on his shoulder, his juicy lips parted -completely focused on the tv show- my nails travelled from the palm of his hand all over his forearm, making him shiver from time to time; his smooth skin was fantastic; I could already imagine how those rings could be around my neck at this very moment asking me to call his name in a moan ... and ... oh god, I was already wet by just my imagination.

I sank back, melting into the touch of my boy.

“Honey” I purred. “I need you right now.” I called in pleasure.

His lips touched the crook of my neck, blazing a trail down my left arm. A moan of delight filled the room. He kissed the back of my hand two times before turning back to move back up my arm. Angling my head to the side, I felt my long fall of hair expose the side of my neck. I eagerly awaited his lips to ravish my skin. Seconds later, I felt his short nails whisper against the nape of my neck. He swept it up, trapping the silky strands with the palm of his hand. Gently, his thumb rubbed back and forth, teasing me. I sighed happily.

“Baby,,,” Jerry whispered to me affectionately.

He pressed his lips to the soft patch of skin under my left ear making me moan. When he did this, my eyes fluttered closed and my mouth fell open slightly. Gathering my hair up, he twisted it lightly, and pinned it up out of the way.

“Tonight, I have something new for us.” he said in a whisper. “damn, I’m dying to see your face, you’re gonna enjoy it so damn much babe.”

His tone had me shivering in anticipation. Gripping the little tongue of the zipper, he lowered it, parting the back of my dress exposing my skin to his ravenous gaze.

I bit my bottom lip, sighing. I felt the zipper lower inch by inch and a whisper of cool air danced along my spine. Jerry curled his fingers into the neck of my dress, drawing it slowly down my shoulders.

Hi damn sexy touch….

I shuddered in pleasure against the feeling of his knuckles caressing my flesh. Before I knew it, the black skin-tight beaded fabric of my dress was hanging down around my hips. His hands slipped over my side, up my belly to cup my breasts. The slight chill to his hands made my nipples tighten.

Jerry turned me in his arms, nudging my back until I was barely perched on the edge of table. He claimed my lips in a domineeringly tender kiss, taking possession of my mouth in the way he knew I craved. My hands came up to his face, my long red nails pricking the skin over his cheekbones. A growl rumbled in his throat, his passion burning brighter for me. Leaving my luscious lips, he nipped my chin before moving down to my throat. He drew the tip of his tongue down the delicate line until he could kiss the hollow.

I cupped the back of his head as he continued down the line of my body. Jerry nipped and licked my flesh, driving me wild. With my eyes closed, I tilted my head back, bowing my spine.

“Oh Jerry….” I moaned. “I’m so wet for you, I need you.”

His lips closed over my left nipple, his teeth sinking into the areola. A sharp jolt of pleasure raced through me. It was his way of leaving his mark on me. I moaned loudly, my arms draping over his shoulders, holding him close to me.

Jerry released his hold on me and sank down to his knees in front of me. While I tried to catch my breath, he peeled my dress down my hips, exposing more of my beautiful skin to his gaze. His lips pressed a kiss on my body, just below my navel. My muscles clenched and he smiled.

Jerry knew how to thoroughly please his girlfriend. Looking up the line of her body, he saw her hands gripping the edge of the table for dear life, her head dropped back, and he could barely make out her glorious mouth, seeing that it was open. He was almost tempted to stand, to claim her lips once more, but he resisted. Continuing on, he pushed the rest of her dress down her long legs, until it was pooling on the floor around her black heels.

I felt my knees shaking, wondering how long I would be able to keep standing. I focused on the feel of his palms sliding seductively down my stocking covered legs. Between one breath and another, I felt his lips press against the inside of my right knee. Even though I knew what was coming next, I was eager for him to continue.

“Daddy… don’t keep me waiting,” I pleaded in a ragged gasp.

Tonight, Jerry wanted his baby to keep her stockings and heels on. He loved the way she looked in them.

Placing another soft kiss to my body, his lips lingered over my right hip while his fingers toyed with the thin band of my underwear. The scrap of red silk slid easily down my legs to join my dress. Finally, he stood before his queen.

“I’m so glad that you’re mine… you’re completely perfect.” he said lovingly.

He drew the back of his fingers down my abdomen and then across the lace band of the garter as it rode low on my hips.

I basked in the light of his sweet words. His heated, hungry gaze made my heart skip a few beats. The bite on my left breast pulsed in response to the desire racing through me. He took my right hand, lifting it to his lips to kiss my knuckles. Warmth blossomed through me. Jerry helped me step out of my clothes and over to another waiting table. I let him lift me, setting me on the edge, and then directing me to lie down in the center. My eyes never left his – the flicking of the flames made them glow with an unnatural amber hue.

Jerry took my left arm, securing the leather strap around my wrist, securing it above my head. When I struggled – and he knew I would – the leather would bite into my skin, marking me just in the way I liked. Walking around the table, he saw I already had my right wrist waiting to be bound. He looked at my face and I had a wicked little smirk on my beautiful red lips.

Tonight, he was going to leave her legs free. He wanted to watch the firelight glint off of her black stockings and heels. Thinking of it made him harden.

I licked my lips, giving Jerry a sultry look, and struggling a little to tease his senses. He rewarded me with a masculine moan of appreciation as he leaned down, pressing his lips into the bend of my right arm. Then, he pulled away, walking away from the table. I raised my head trying to see what he was doing. I watched him take off his leather jacket, and his shirt, pulling it free from the band of his pants.

My body tensed, anticipating the painful pleasure he would give me.

Jerry returned to me, carrying a tall, lit red candle. To satisfy his ever-present craving to touch me, he drew the back of his fingers along the swell of my right breast. I arched my back into his touch.

“Are you ready, babe?” he asked in a low domineering growl.

I told him with my eyes alone that I was.

I’m completely ready for him.

Lifting the candle, he dripped a drop of hot wax on my skin. The red dot landed right between my breasts. I moaned in a mixture of agony and delight. It was music to his ears.

It was instinct to fight against the bonds. I bit my bottom lip, relishing the painful bite of the leather around my wrists. Passion pulsed through my body, tightening my nipples and throbbing between my thighs. A puff of hot breath blew across my navel. When my hazy brain registered the whisper of his kiss, a hot ring of candle wax touched my flesh.

“Yes!” I cried out in ecstasy. “Oh god, Jerry…”

My back arched and the heels of my shoes dug into the scared wood of the table. The line of wax didn’t stop. It travelled down towards the delta where my boy would lavish his attention later on.

Jerry held the candle straight, stalling the flow of the hot wax. My skin had started to blush from the heat. Leaning over me, he swirled his tongue around my pert right nipple, and then blew a soft stream of air against my skin. I struggled, moaning my pleasure for him to enjoy.

He stood once more and tilted the red candle over me, drawing a circle around the nipple he had been teasing. Not wanting the other one to be left out, Jerry walked around the head of the table, making sure my nails could barely graze the front of his pants. This was a game they had played many times before.

Through my pleasure addled brain, I heard the click of his shoes on the stone floor. I flexed my fingers, stretching them out so the tips of my nails raked across his jeans. I knew he was contending with. He stopped by my hand, letting me tease him in return. Jerry growled and then placed a kiss to my forehead. I tried to follow his movements, angling my head this way and that until he was standing at my left. The tip of his index finger barely touched me. I drew in a sharp breath, pushing my chest out, silently begging him for more.

Jerry grinned wickedly. He drew a little design on left breast that left my panting raggedly. My body was flushed a beautiful blush that was going to war with my luscious skin that he loved so much. Blindly, he set the candle on a piece of stone that jutted out from the wall. Then, he braced his right hand on my table by my left elbow while his left hand rested on my quivering lower abdomen.

“Raise your head, and watch me, watch my fingers pleasure you.” Jerry ordered softly.

I did as my boy commanded. I saw his hand on me, watched as his fingers inched closer to the band of my garter. When I thought my head would fall back to the table, his arm was there to support me. Raising my eyes, I smiled at him. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, murmuring to me in his seductive tongue. His fingers started to move, and I was transfixed by the sight. I gasped when his middle finger slipped between my slick nether lips. That first little stroke had my thighs tightening, trying to hold him still. He only laughed that low sensual laugh I loved so much.

Jerry moved his finger in a slow, deliberate strokes designed to tease and torment me. He wanted to keep her right on the edge, so that when he finally took her, she was deep in wild abandon.  The pad of his finger found her clit. He rubbed, sending pulses of pleasure through her. 

“Moan loudly for me, kitten.” Jerry crooned, punctuating each word with a generous stroke of his finger.

“Oh, Jerry!” I shouted, the pleasure racing through me in hot pulsing waves.

He moved his hand faster, bringing me closer to the edge, holding me there, until suddenly, his hand left my body. I moaned in protest, beseeching him to continue until I was crying out my release. I moved my head, resting it back against the table. Staring at my beloved, I waited for him to untie my hands or drip more wax on my body.

Jerry watched me clench my thighs together and heard the little frustrated moan. Leaving me in the heightened state, he chose that moment to remove the dried wax from my body. Each piece he peeled up was slow and deliberate, his finger rubbing against the reddened flesh. I twisted in my bonds. He smiled wickedly at me. When the last of the red wax was removed, he undid the leather restraints.

“Let’s finish this in bed, honey,” he purred, leaning down to kiss me passionately. Before I could get up, he lifted me into his arms and carried me from the playroom.

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Blood Promise [ Chapter 4]

Vampire Baekhyun AU

Pairing; Twin Baekhyun/BaekBaëk/ Alana

Genre; vampire/ fantasy AU

Warnings;

angst, intense language, name calling, mentions of blood, slight violence

Word Count: 4893  Prologue

Chapter 1   Chapter 2     Chapter 3 

{~Vampires falling in love with humans was forbidden. That is until 18-year-old Alana Davis moves to town and attends the new boarding school; Hallows Boarding School. Unaware that vampires exist and that the school is home to both Vampires and humans. On one late night Alana stumbles upon two brooding and mysterious twin brothers, but little did she know they would soon change her life.  Will it be for the worse or the better?~}

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Previously

“Soo.. what brings you hear so suddenly?” He asks curiosity laced in his voice.

 “I just wanted to talk about what happened two weeks ago.” I reply.

 Once those words slipped past my lips my uncle’s smile that he had a few second’s ago quickly disappeared and turned into a frown. He didn’t look to happy that I had brought up that day. Looking at me now. A flash of annoyance in his voice as he spoke.

 “What’s there to talk about?” He began.

“I already told you to stay away from them.”

“That they aren’t good people to be around.” He continued.

 “What’s more to talk about.” He finished now looking at me straight in the eyes. I started to feel uncomfortable around him again. Just like the last two times I had been around him. He emanated such an intimidating and scary aura. He definitely wasn’t the same person he was 2 years ago. Something that happened here over the past few years truly had changed him. I didn’t know if it was for the good, or the bad, but something deep down told me that it wasn’t for the better. Still looking up at him I noticed a change of emotions in his eyes. He no longer had an endearing smile on his face. As I was continued staring at him all I could see was a dull blackness in his eyes. What happened to your uncle out here?

 Sighing and looking down at my lap afraid of my uncle’s intimidating glare, and reaction to seeing the Byun brother’s again playing with my fingers I mumbled out.

 “I saw them..”

 My uncle’s ears perked up at the mention of “them.”  His eyes now looking even more enraged then minutes ago. He looked like he really hated their guts.

 “YOU WHAT!” his voice boomed through the room, slamming his fists on his desk. I yelped, jumping in my seat a little at his surprising outburst. Pinching the bridge of his nose and taking in a deep breath he muttered something under his breath, and I shortly spoke again.

 “I saw them again.” This time looking up from my lap and looking straight into his eyes not breaking eye contact.

  “I saw them, and I know what they are uncle….” You continued.

 And as if timing couldn’t be any worse on my side. All of a sudden someone came crashing through those doors. Not just one, but two familiar voices boomed through the office. Tensing up I freeze when I hear their voices speak. Those same two voice I just couldn’t possibly get out of my head ever since I first saw them.

 “Jongdae we brought you din-.” They both spoke but stopped once they realized I were seated in front of my uncles desk once again they stopped mid-sentence. Afraid to turn around rubbing my palms on my thighs, sweat dripping down my forehead I slowly begin to turn my body towards the two culprits that have seemed to be running through your mind a lot lately. Finally, with your body and face facing both of them my breath catches in my throat at what I was seeing at this very moment. Their mouths and clothes covered in crimson red blood, and their sharp fangs were protruding out from beneath their gums as they stared at you hungrily both their eye’s piercing into your soul, as it looked like what Baëkhyun held in his hand resembled a human heart. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing.  If I had any doubts that what they had told me last night was a lie. All that clearly vanishing from my mind and replaced with fear. Baekhyun and Baëkhyun were in fact Vampires. Creatures of the night that preyed on humans and drank their blood, and I being a human stood right in front of them.

 Turning my head around to look back over at my uncle I almost screamed at what I saw right in front of me. His eyes had now turned an even darker color of black then before the two had intruded our conversation, but that’s not what you were worried about at the moment. What scared me the most wasn’t his eyes, no.

It was the fangs protruding out beneath his gums similar to both Baekhyun and Baëkhyun’s. Your uncle looked like an enraged dog staring at a piece of meat. That meat being the human heart that Baëkhyun held so clearly in front of both of us. I quickly started to put the pieces together at how strange my uncle has been acting when he was around me. He was just like them. Predators. With my voice shaky out of fear and shock you finally speak.

 “Vampire”  

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Present Day;

“Vampire” I repeated, eyes quivering as I looked between all three of them. I can’t believe that all this time Uncle Jongdae was living so far from our family was because he was a Vampire. He’s been hiding in the shadows for so long, so that no one would find out his awful secret. Obviously my parent’s had figured it out making sense why they had decided it was best to cut ties with him. So then why he created the Night Class.

So, that nobody would find out what he truly was. A monster. A blood thirsty monster that I thought only existed in books and movies, and yet here I am sitting in an office surrounded by three not one vampires that could kill me right now if they really wanted to. Did the Byun brothers turn him? I thought to myself anger coursing through my veins. If they had why would they do this to him. Ruin his life with such a terrible curse.

A curse that made you thrive off blood for survival. Unable to believe this was actually happening I took my left arm and pinched it just to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating right now. I wince as I felt the stinging of the pinch on my arm realizing that I wasn’t in fact hallucinating. That what’s happening before my eyes is actually happening. Turning my head to the side I slightly look over between Baekhyun and Baëkhyun blood still coating their attire their faces unreadable, although I seemed to notice the heart Baëkhyun had been holding in his hand when he first arrived was gone.

Looking down to the ground by his feet I see he had dropped it on the ground as if the heart meant nothing to him. Facing forward again sitting inches away from your uncle’s hungry eyes your eyes coated with fear taking in a noticeable gulpe I whisper to myself hoping that they didn’t catch what I had just said about me planning for my escape. I needed to get out of here. I can’t stay in a room full of blood thirsty vampires who looked like they wanted to literally drain me dry of my blood right at this very moment.

Thinking of a way to escape peacefully I give a side eyed glance to the huge doors that were left wide open upon their entrance at the front of my uncle’s office that both Baekhyun and his brother stood not so far away from. Should I try and make a run for it? I thought to myself. Deciding on not going with that option I end up putting a brave face. Heart racing, I clear my throat which then seems to catch all three of their attentions. “I-I think I should be going” I say trying not to sound terrified around them.

Slowly getting up from the chair and fixing myself I take a bow thanking my uncle for allowing me to come visit him today. Never will I speak to him ever again now that I know what he is, but I would never tell him that of course. The room was  filled with an uncomfortable atmosphere with just the sounds of their heavy breathing being heard throughout the room. Finally stepping aside from standing in front of my uncle I slowly start to make my way towards the open doors head facing down towards the ground afraid fidgeting with my hands afraid to look up and meet the gaze of the intimidating brother’s that I could feel piercing right through me.

 I was almost at the exit of the door. Just about to pass by Baëkhyun when suddenly out of nowhere he grabbed a tight hold of my wrist turning me around. I let out a surprised squeal. Turning me around and pressing my back against his broad chest. His hand wrapping around my throat as he turned my face to look ahead at my uncle who now possessed the most sinister look on his face. Struggling to free myself from his tight grip I fail as his hands were now currently around my neck head tilting it up slightly so that I was staring straight at my uncle.  

  My uncle stands up on his feet behind his desk slowly starting to walk towards me. The echo of his shoes tapping across the wooden floors. Breathing heavily, I felt like my heart was about to fall out of my chest. My uncle begins to chuckle, his laugh causing a shiver up my spine as he begins to speak after the longest silence. You looked over at Baekhyun who had a sinister smile on his face licking his lips as he looked over at me struggling to escape his brother’s hold. “Let me go please” you begged tears threatening to spill from your eyes still withering in Baëkhyun’s grasp.

“Sweetheart. There’s no need to keep trying to escape. There’s no use.” Baekhyun speaks that smirk you hated so much back on display on his perfectly sculpted face. You hated how perfect both of them looked. Looking back now at my uncle who now stood only a few inches away from the three of us his hand resting on his chin rubbing his lip while looking me dead set in the eyes as if he was in deep thought about something.

   “Now you see Alana” your uncle starts. “I didn’t want it to end up like this. I tried to warn you about hanging out with them hmm, didn’t I?” He asked you and continued on. “But you just couldn’t seem to do that simple thing couldn’t you.” Struggling to speak from Baëkhyun’s tight grip around my neck closing my airways slightly impairing me from speaking I make out.

“I didn’t mean to.” I started to say tears now falling down past my cheek as I felt Baëkhyun’s fingers lightly graze my skin moving my hair to one side his breath fanning the shell of my ear leaving the other side completely exposed to his liking. You gasp at the feeling of electricity running through your body from the feeling of his fingers on your skin. Trying to act as if I wasn’t being affected by him in this way squirming under his touch.

 “They kept coming to look for me.” My voice now strained from crying. “I tried to stay away from them uncle. You have to believe me.” I told him looking at him with pleading eyes praying he believed my words. Suddenly I was caught off guard when my uncle began to laugh uncontrollably. He sounded insane It made me feel nervous. I had no idea that my uncle could act this way towards his own niece. His own blood.

Letting these vampires just do whatever they pleased with me, I thought to myself. I hated to admit this but, at this very moment as much as this might sound crazy. I was more frightened by my uncle’s actions then the two brothers standing by me. I was more afraid of what HE would do to me rather than the vampire who currently had me pressed against him neck completely exposed for him to just sink his teeth into.

 “You see Alana” I would’ve believed you if you weren’t so readable. He began after controlling his laughter down to a low chuckle looking down at the ground clearing his throat. After readjusting himself he looks up and meets my own eyes, his sinister eyes piercing through your soul yet again. Now confused about what he was about to say.

 “You might not realize it yet my precious niece.” A sadistic smirk on his face. “But your body language says it all.” At hearing this you feel Baëkhyun roughly move you from his hold and places you to stand in the middle of both of them. “W-what are you d-doing” you ask looking at Baëkhyun his dark eyes causing you to gasp. “Just be quiet would you” he mutters under his breath. “Your whining irritates me.” He finishes. The look he’s giving shutting me up immediately. Now standing in between both Baekhyun and Baëkhyun. Baekhyun standing on your right as Baëkhyun stood on your left. You feel the both of them move closer to your side. Baekhyun grips my right wrist while Baëkhyun grips my left one.

  I feel Baekhyun moves closer to me his lips were now grazing the shell of my ear, as Baëkhyun did the same thing to the other. “So sweet” Baekhyun says in my right ear tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear moving my black hair to the side so that my neck was fully exposed to him while Baëkhyun did the same on the other side. His fingers trailing down my soft skin and down my neck causing goosebumps to rise on my skin pale skin. A husky chuckle escaping past Baekhyun’s lips causing me to let out a small whimper.

  “You humans are so fragile, powerless against us and it excites me.” Baëkhyun says as Baekhyun’s cold hands begin to run down my right arm  “This vein right here” Baëkhyun says tracing its outline with his cold finger lightly. “Is just waiting for me to sink my teeth into.” He says and you wither. Looking at your uncle pleading him to help you as he just stares at you watching as they played with you.

 “You see Alana. The reason you can’t seem to stay away from them is because deep down you really don’t want to. Am I right my dear? My uncle asks. “My niece” He gives you a displeased and disapproving look directed your way. “My niece wants those two vampires right beside her to claim her as theirs. Don’t you Alana?” He asks again. Unable to reply due to Baekhyun leaning in to whisper in my ear his hot breath hitting the side of my face. “Please” I begged him “Please don’t do this Baekhyun.” I say trying to convince him to stop. “Don’t act so innocent now sweetheart” Baekhyun begins.

“You want us both to sink our piercing white teeth into your pretty little neck and taste your blood don’t you Baby?” Squirming under both their touches. I didn’t want them to know that deep down I fantasize about such acts between me and them. Trying to stop myself from thinking about it any further I snap myself out of my thoughts. While Baekhyun continued to torture me and tease me with his words Baëkhyun on the other side of me side bites down teasingly on my earlobe causing me to let out a suppressed whimper.

 “Look at you Alana so ready to let them just bite you. You should see the look on your face. The look of pure arousal. That disgusts me.” He spits out anger laced in his voice. “You are so willing to let them have their way with you. To feel their fangs on your neck or anywhere they might please.  Does that turn you on little niece?” He asks his voice condescending and amusing. “To have these filthy creatures all over you like that?” He continues his eyes infused with rage

 “You know something Alana. Your aunt was just like you.” He speaks my eyes widen in shock. At this very moment I remember all the conversations I once had with my beloved parents about my how my aunt wanted to file for a divorce with my uncle because he was very abusive towards her. I then slowly began to put those pieces together as he continued to ramble on.

   “She let a filthy blood thirsty vampire drink from her neck.” Still struggling to escape from both brother’s I failed once again as they were obviously much stronger than me. “I don’t want them to do anything like that with me uncle Jongdae” I say trying to sound the least bit convincing, but in reality deep down I also didn’t even believe myself as those words fell from my lips. Why did I not mind them drinking my blood? Why does the mere thought of that excite me so much, I thought? Your uncle laughs. “Sweetheart no reason to fight it now it’s clear all over your face.”

 Building up the courage I ask, “Did they turn you?” I muster out asking the question I have been dreading to ask since I found out their true identity. Nodding he smirks up at you eyebrows raised as he ran his fingers through his black hair as he began to drag his feet across the room to now stand face to face with me as I was still standing between the Byun brothers.

 “The opposite actually” your eyes widen.

 “My sweet niece you are so naïve”

 “W-what” Your eyes begin to water.

 “You turned them?”

 “H-how d-did this happen.” You ask.

 “How could you do this?”

  “Well you see Alana.” My uncle took a step back from standing so close to my

face. “Your whore of an aunt was having an affair with a vampire. “That’s not even the worst part about it.” He continues. The worst part of it all was that she let them drink from her, even turn her into one of THEM, so she could be with her so called lover for all eternity.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing right now. Your sweet uncle you once knew was gone. The cause of jealously and vengeance making him turn into this cruel monster in front of you. His wife fell in love with a vampire, and I now understood why he hated vampires so much. His wife cheated on him with one and she let that so-called vampire drink from her. Breaking me out of my thoughts uncle continues.

  “Her lover she loved so much made me into this monster.”

 “A creature of the night who lives off blood”

 “He turned me into a vampire and left me to rot in this body for all eternity. Alone”

 So, I did the only thing I could think of doing at the moment. Looking between the two brothers who were still playing with me completely in a daze from smelling my sweet scent and looking at me like I was  their preferred meal of choice unaware of what my uncle was about to say.  He smirks as your eyes widen at the realization at what he was about to say. He couldn’t possibly have the heart to do such a thing I told myself, but deep down I knew that jealously can make people do a lot of things they don’t mean.

 “I killed her lover’s so-called sons to get back at him for making me like this” He said as me motioned down to his soulless body. “ So, I ended up turning his two most precious sons he held so dear to him into vampires so he would feel the pain I felt when he decided to turn my wife into a god damn vampire.” At hearing those words, I froze.

 Baekhyun and his brother didn’t turn my uncle into vampires. My uncle turned them into vampires. Hearing this I now understood what they meant back in the library by my uncle owing them, but why were they working alongside my uncle if they hated him from how they spoke of him back at the library the other day.  From hearing Uncle Jongdae words spill out about Baekhyun and Baëkhyun’s father I swore I heard a low growl emit from both of them signaling that what my uncle had just confessed hit a nerve. I whimper when they tighten their grip around your wrists a bit my uncle sensing their anger.

“Oooh did I touch a nerve boys.” My uncle spoke giving them a sarcastic pout as if he was mocking them. Suddenly their grip on both my wrists loosened and I feel them let go my wrists. As they were now both facing my uncle. They looked absolutely furious. Eyebrows furrowed they growled again their deep husky voice causing me to jump balling their fists .

“Don’t talk about our father you sadistic freak.” Baëkhyun says darting towards my uncle anger radiating off his body. Trying to stop him from doing anything, but unfortunately that didn’t work.  Baëkhyun didn’t get far though because sooner or later my uncle pulled out a silver blade hidden on the inside of his suit and stabbed Baëkhyun with it on his right shoulder cutting straight through his clavicle. Baëkhyun yells in agony as he falls straight to his knees hands pressing on the wound my uncle just had plunged the blade into. “The blade was covered in poison by the way. He will be dead in an hour if you don’t find him a cure. My uncle says once stabbing him with the blade

 Putting pressure on his wound. Uncertain why suddenly I let out a mortifying scream quickly running over to where Baëkhyun was kneeled on the floor looking straight up at my uncle blood coating his hands. “Are you okay?” I asked him concern laced in voice tears running down my cheeks as I quickly looked around the room trying to find something, anything to place on his bleeding shoulder. Baëkhyun watched you curiously as you looked around to find something to help him. He was confused on why I was crying over someone like him and why I was helping him when all he’s ever done to me was trying to hurt me. Still crying my uncle speaks.

 “Pathetic.”

 Looking up at him tears building up again as you continued to cry as Baëkhyun struggled beside me. “You care about these creatures that much that you are already crying over them.”

 “Alana. They don’t care about you sweetheart.” He continues

 “They only want your blood and that’s it.”

 Voice strained I muster out as, my hands trembled.

“You really have become a monster.”

 “No wonder my parents kept me away from you.”

I finish, his eyes coated with even more anger then a few minutes ago, as I looked away from him looking back at Baëkhyun who had been staring at me this whole time while  he knelt on the ground beside me blood dripping down his arm.

 Baekhyun finally coming over to crouch down next to his brother  other side. “Brother are you okay?” He asked. The look on his face was fear. Baekhyun looked like he was about to cry. I have never imagined I would ever see him this way. I thought he was heartless.  The intimidating Baekhyun who made jokes all the time. He looks up at my uncle and speaks

“YOU ASSHOLE. We are doing as you ask Master.” He continues.

“You said you wouldn’t  hurt either of us anymore” He stands up.

 “That was before you disobeyed my order about staying away from my goddamn niece you preverted freaks” my uncle yells at Baekhyun.

 “ What do I do.” He asks with pleading eyes.

 “I’ll do anything. Just let me save my brother.”

 “I can’t lose him too.” Baekhyun’s begins tears rolling down his cheeks as he tries to act tough even in this horrible situation.

 “Hmmm” Jongdae says as tries to think of something to say.

 “Fine. I’ll let you save your brother.” He begins, Baekhyun’s face lighting up.

 “ But… only if you erase the memories from my nieces mind about what she saw here today in my office and also of her having ever met the both of you three weeks ago.”

 Baekhyun pauses seeming conflicted with my uncles terms on the conditions to save his brothers life.

 “Oooh stop being so dramatic not like you care about her anyways right?” my uncle asks.

 “So, take the offer and you will be able to save your brother.”

 As Baekhyun was struggling to make a decision about erasing your memories I was still in the middle of looking for something to help Baëkhyun in the meantime. I then remembered the scarf wrapped around my neck. Completely haven forgetting the reason I had chosen to wear it I unwrap it from around my neck and quickly move back to crouching on my knees tending to his wound. Baekhyun looks down at me attempting anyway to stop his brother’s suffering. Both of them now watching me with such curiosity.

They have never seen a human act this way towards them. Anytime a human would come in contact with them ever since they became vampires people would run the opposite direction, but not Alana. Alana was different from the others and that caused a different emotions to develop for the both of them over the mortal girl. They were even more interested in her now.

  Wrapping the scarf around his bleeding shoulder Baëkhyun’s breath hitting your face as he watched me tie it while Baekhyun watched you help his brother. “Just keep pressing on it. It should help stop the bleeding for a little while to last you a little longer. I’m sorry this happened to you.” You rambled on as you tended to him. “If having to erase my memories from having met you guys to save your life I completely understand.” A tear rolls down my cheek yet again. Never in my life have I cried this much. It just seemed that I couldn’t stop crying over these two men that I had just met three weeks ago. Unable to control himself Baëkhyun takes his uninjured arm and slowly wipes the tear from falling down my cheek.

Looking him in the eyes from his sudden unexpected actions I finish up tying the scarf around his shoulder and move away from the close proximity of his face he muttered a quiet “Thanks” as I stared into his usual cold eyes, but this time they were no longer cold his eyes had a hint of appreciation in them and at this I gave him a small smile blushing looking down trying to hide it from their field of vison when suddenly I heard a menacing growl coming from my uncle pushing Baekhyun to the side causing him to hit a wall hard on falling to the ground. Baekhyun grunts looking up I yelp when he grabs me by my coat collar pulling me up to my feet moving my hair to the side tilting my head to examining my neck that I had forgotten Baekhyun had left a hickey there the other day.

 “You let them do this to you.” He stared his hands coming around to grip my throat as he began to choke me lifting my feet off the ground. “

 You are more like your aunt then I had ever imagined. I didn’t expect you to give into them so easily.”

 “You are just as much of a filthy whore as she was”

 I struggled in his grasp feet dangling in the air  as I tried to fight for my freedom his grasp around my throat getting tighter every passing minute continuing to choke me. I begged him to stop tears running down my face. I looked a mess right now. My hair was everywhere. My uniform had small rips in places. Was this how I was going to die I thought? By the hands of my own uncle. Slowly feeling my eyes begin to close I start to see black you.

 Who’s mark is this?” He asked, but I was unable to reply as I could speak.

 “I will not have a vampire’s whore for a niece” He continued. Now choking and coughing.

 “P-please u-uncle I c-can’t breathe”

 “Maybe I should do the same as I did with your aunt hm?”

 Starting to finally lose conscious I began to resist the urge to fight for my life. I then black out but not before hearing a faint, but husky voice in the background.

 “LET HER GO”

and just like that you had blacked out......

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 ** Authors Note**

Well.... I ended it on a cliffhanger again. HAHA sorry don’t hate me. I was going to do a longer chapter for chapter 4, but I ended up at the last minute not making it to long and ending it like this. I feel like I haven’t really touched base on Jongdae’s past and how Baekhyun and Baëkhyun became vampires in the first place so I thought it was necessary before I got into all the other stuff between BaekBaëk and Alana.

Now I’m hoping to bring some steamy scenes between the brother’s next chapter for sure now that things between the three of them have seemed to be intense and they are becoming more involved with each other. So except some smut next chapter for sure, for those that are waiting for that. ;)

[junipersgarden]

metanoia 4. | Hijack

PAIRING: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

SUMMARY: After the intense and insane day of Venice flooding again from that gigantic water monster, Y/N and Peter want things to go back to normal but Nick Fury has other plans...

WORD COUNT: 3528 words

WARNINGS: A singular swear word from Nick Fury 

a/n: hello everyone!! here is the next part of my series ‘metanoia’ and i hope you enjoy!!

[NOT MY GIF]

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Inside Room 11 of Hotel de Matteis

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from: F/N ✌️

HYDRO WHAT NOW?!  

                                                                                                                          from: you

Hydro-Man. apparently he's a sailor who suddenly

got water powers from an experiment or smth.

from: F/N ✌️

science. always the cause.

just y/n/n, are you okay?

we saw it all on the news and that 'thing' and what it did...

from you:

i'm okay and safe. everyone is and thankfully,

not one got hurt.

are you alright?

from: F/N ✌️

it was just, a massive scare.

after the whole 'blip' and everything and now this?

we literally can't have a break! and there's no one to protect us!

from: you

yeah ik. everything's just been chaotic.

im certain things will change tho and will get better.

plus, we have each other and pretty sure Spidey and Saviour as well.

from: F/N ✌️

guess we do... thanks y/n/n

anyways, i suggest you call your mum back or text her.

she was in hysterics and was screaming at Harrington thru the phone.

was pretty funny ngl, well without the situation.

from: you

will do.

i gtg now sorry; Harrington wants us up and early.

ill get to mum in a bit and will tell you more i promise.

gn nub!

from: F/N ✌️

you better... > : )

gn geek! : P

Slumping against the door, you sink to the ground and drop your phone lazily into your lap. The moonlight shines into your face from your open window, the night's cool breeze drifts and ruffle the worn down curtains.

I just want a break.

Your mind wonders and races with flashbacks of today's events; the screaming and collapsing buildings, water rapidly running and wrecking the streets of Venice and Venetian's homes and everyone; it's only the first day of the Europe Trip and it's already a mess... typical luck.

A vibration from your lap surprises you as you jolt upward lightly. The screen illuminates with its bright light directly into your eyes with the message notification: 1 New Message.

from: UNKNOWN

We need your assistance Saviour.

Meet at these coordinates and go alone.

You have 10 minutes to arrive and no later.

Tell no one.

Examining the order of numbers, you pin point the exact location and clicked off your phone; the location was underneath a bridge for whatever reason and is only a 5 minute flight with the suit.

"Hey ARIS?"

"Good evening Ms. L/N, how may I assist you this evening?"  Your AI responds, blinking a tiny blue light from your bracelet.

"Nothing at the moment yet. How's your status?"

"My circuits have successfully mended and the suit and myself are in full operation. I apologise for the inconvenience earlier."

"Wasn't your fault ARIS. Anyways, apparently I have a few missed calls?"

"Indeed you do. I apologise for not alerting you; I was in Power Nap Protocol as requested. You have approximately 20 missed calls from Mum, 10 missed calls from Dad, 25 missed calls from Y/F/N and 5 from Pepper Potts."

"A-any voicemails?" Your voice quivers with a hint of fear.

"Every missed call contains a voicemail except the 5 calls from Pepper Potts. Shall I send anything to the following?"

"No thank you ARIS. I'll call Mum and Dad myself." You finish and switch ARIS off.

Grabbing your phone, you unlock it and stare again at the anonymous message and groan.

from: you

i'll be there in 20.

They can wait. First, I need to call Mum and Dad and then-

"That canal water today was filthy and full of dangerous bacteria." Mr. Dell's voice abruptly interrupted your thoughts.

Then a shower and THEN I go to the bridge or whatever it is.

Standing up onto your feet, you lean against the door and go into contacts and as your finger hovers over 'Mum ❤️', a slight sense of pain hits you as you stare intensely at the name 'Pepper Potts'.

Shrugging the feeling off, you press onto the contact name and place the ringing phone to your ear, bracing for her yells and screams of relief and anger.

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The sound of water rippling against the boat's motor is the only thing Peter can seem to hear; after wishing Y/N a goodnight, Ned had started bombarding Peter with questions about the 'Water Monster' and what he as Spider-Man was going to do.

Sure Peter still had an anxious and itching feeling about the monster but all he wanted to do was rehearse his speech of his declaration of love to Y/N and score the entire day with her in Paris.

But of course that was all ruined when Ned was shot by Nick Fury with a tranquilizer and told him about more bad guys possibly lurking around. What a great way to start a 'Spider-Man free vacation'.

With his suit on, Peter stood next to Fury and gripped onto its side; in front of him and Fury was an array of monitors which appeared to be measuring amounts of frequencies within the area.

"Stark left these for you." Fury perks up and nudges a box at Peter's direction.

Carefully and with caution, Peter takes the small, rectangular box into his hands and observes it; the outside had speckles of its beige brown paint chipped away from age. Peter gently lifted the lid and in front of him was none other than Tony Stark's famed glasses with his Stark Industries card placed beneath.

Peter stared at the glasses and felt a tinge of ache of grief but in it, a feeling of content rushed over it; Peter had Tony's glasses. Peter Parker was given the possession to multibillionare, genius, literal saviour of the Universe, the Iron Man and Tony Stark's iconic and ever expensive and high end tech glasses.

Brushing over the box lightly, Peter smiled sadly at them, remembering to all the times he had seen Tony wearing them; from on the news, front pages of magazines, wearing them when he was around and now, they no longer had that owner anymore; they didn't have Tony and neither did Peter. And neither did the world or Y/N.

"Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown." Fury quotes and turns to Peter and even though Peter's mask was shielding his face, the raised creases of his frowned face of confusion were evidently clear as he snapped from his trance. "Stark said you wouldn't get that because it's not a Star Wars reference." A dry laugh escapes Fury's lips as he turns back away from Peter and concentrates on the boat.

"Kid if you peep one more Star Wars reference today I'm going to take your suit."

"But it's May 4th Mr Stark!"

"I do not care; right now you're in my house and there will be no Star Wars references."

Peter huffed out in irritation as he continued to focus on readjusting his webshooters on his suit.

Tony let out a chuckle at Peter's demeanor and how this kid basically came dressed as Han Solo just for this one day of the year; the commitment was real and even though Tony would never tell anyone, he loved seeing Peter passionate about the things he loves.

Working in the lab was one of Peter's favourite past times; spending quality time with Tony, tinkering with his suit and just talking was something Peter loved about the Tower; it was his second home to him.

A knock from the door caused Tony and Peter to look up.

"Ms. L/N requests to enter." FRIDAY notifies.

"Grant access." Tony permits.

The doors of the lab open to Y/N holding steaming bowls of something that smelt amazing which wafted in.

"Brought you geeks some sustenance before I head home." Y/N waltzed in and placed the two bowls next to the both of them. Y/N saw something was different about Peter; not his hair or general appearance just his clothing but the closer Y/N looked at the details in his outfit, a name popped into her head.

"Peter are you Hans Solo?"

Tony bursted into laughter as Peter hid his face to hide his red cheeks. "F-For May 4th?"

"Guess that makes me Leia?"  Y/N poked her space buns in her hair. "I wanted to wear space buns to get my hair out my face and didn't even check the date, coincidences man." Y/N giggled at the convenience.

"But Tony in all honesty, don't you think Fury looks a bit like that guy from Star Wars... what's his name-"

"Mace Windu?"

"YEAH HIM PETER!"

"...I don't remember what he looks like... FRIDAY, can you get a photo of Mace Windu?"

Observing the photo displayed in front of him, Tony wiped the hologram away and looked as if he was in deep thought.

"...Well yeah he does-"

"Incoming call: Nick Fury." FRIDAY chimed and that was when the 3 of them lost it.

God I miss him and Y/N...

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"Lose the mask, everyone here has seen you without it. You don't wanna be fanning around and breathing through a spandex mask for no good reason."

Trailing behind Nick Fury, stops for a brief second and takes his mask off and as he alters his senses to his surroundings, Peter is met with sight of SHIELD agents, alongside with their small set up with crates all around the joint with weapons and technology lying around as it were nothing.

By hearing Fury's footsteps echoing through the underground base, the SHIELD agents turn to face him and Peter with stoic and intimidating faces.

"Over there we have Maria Hill." Fury points to a woman with light brown hair tied into a ponytail who was busy on a computer, looked up for a split second at Peter to acknowledge his existence before getting back to work.

"That, is Dmitri." Fury gestures to a man wearing a leather jacket, seated on top of a crate as he quietly loaded his rifle.

"And this, is Mr. Beck."

As Nick Fury stepped to the side, Peter abruptly slowed to a complete stop as he gazed at the familiar figure and outfit in front of him.

"Mysterio?"

"What?" The man questioned at what Peter said.

"Doesn't matter- it's just what my friends are calling you." Peter stuttered.

"Well," As 'Mysterio' began to approach Peter, 'Mysterio' extended his hand to Peter, indicating to shake his hand.

Peter got the message as he started walking and the two met and shook the other's hand.

"You can call me Quentin." Quentin revealed his name as the two greeted one another.

"You handled yourself well out there today," Quentin implied to the earlier events of the day, "I saw what you did with the tower. We could use someone like you on my world." Quentin shrugged away from Peter.

"T-thanks... wait I'm sorry- your world?"

"He's from Earth, just not from ours." A voice answers from behind him.

Following the voice, Peter jumps by being startled and whips his head around quickly; walking from the entrance and to everyone else is none other than-

"You're late Saviour." Fury visibly annoyed and unimpressed exhales out.

"As my good friend Albert said, time is relative my friend." Saviour sasses back and skips straight past Fury's daggering eyes.

"S-Saviour?! W-what are you doing h-here? Oh god, now you know what I look like-"

"I've known for a while Parker and besides, you're not the only superhero SHIELD wants their hands on; Fury contacted me a while back after... Tony. And don't worry, New York is under control without me there." Saviour teases and strolls next to Beck, leans against the desk with arms crossed.

"There a multiple realities Peter; this is Earth Dimension- 616 and I'm from Earth Dimension- 833." Quentin further evaluates.

"I'm sorry, you're saying there's a multiverse?" Peter jogs up to Beck and Saviour, full of awe and amazement from his discovery. "Because I just thought that was theoretical and that changes everything and how we understand the initial singularity, we're talking about an eternal inflation system and how does that even work with all the quantum because it's insane-" Peter's rambling falters as he sees Nick, Maria and Dmitri looking at him funny.

"S-sorry, it's just really cool-"

"Don't ever apologise for being the smartest person in the room." Quentin encourages and sends a soft smile to Peter.

"Anyway Beck, wanna fill in Spidey and myself about whatever the hell that was today?"  Saviour perks up.

A diagram of a black hole suddenly emerged as everyone gathered around.

"They were born in stable orbits within black holes, these creatures formed from the primary elements: air, water, fire, earth."

As Quentin talked, the hologram changed alongside with what he was explaining, showing images of the creatures and their general appearance.

"The Science division had a- technical name, we just called them, Elementals."

"Versions of them exist throughout our mythologies." Maria Hill speaks up as the Elemental hologram changes into their mythology forms.

"Turns out the myths are real-"

"Like Thor," Peter interrupts Quentin as he pays close attention to the presentation, "Thor was a myth and now I study him in my physics class."

"These myths, are threats." Fury clarifies as he walks away from the scene as once more it changes into an image of Earth.

"They first materialized on my Earth many years ago. We mobilized and fought them but with each battle they grew and got stronger. I was apart of the last battalion that tried to stop them. All we did was prevent the inevitable."

"And now they're here and attacking the same coordinates; our satellites confirm it." Maria adds.

"You both can thank Beck for destroying the other 3; there's only 1 left: Fire."

"The strongest one of all... the one that destroyed my Earth. It's the one that took my family." Quentin mutters as the apparition of Earth is now scorned and tarnished in red. The red light reflects Quentin's face full of guilt and remorse, twiddling around his wedding ring on his finger.

"I'm sorry..." Peter murmurs.

"So where's this fire Elemental? Do we even know where it likely is?" Saviour bluntly asks.

"It'll be in Prague in approximately 48 hours." Maria responds.

"We have one mission: kill it and the both of you are coming with us." Fury demands.

Peter's face falls as he faces Maria in disbelief and asks a second time if she said Prague.

Saviour's posture lifts as the struggle and anxiety surfaces Peter as the colour from his face vanishes.

"Listen Fury this all seems like big time, like huge superhero kinda stuff and... and I mean, I'm just a friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man sir."

"Bitch please, you've been to space!"

"I know but that was by accident, sir come on, I've seen Saviour in action many times and I'll admit is probably better than me for this but there's gotta be someone else you can use." Peter protests and moves closer to Fury, "What about Thor?"

"Off world."

"Okay um, Doctor Strange."

"Unavailable." Maria pipes in.

"Captain Marvel!"

"Don't invoke her name." Fury shakes his head slightly.

"I really wanna help I do but if my Aunt finds out I left my class trip, she's gonna kill me and if I'm seen like this in Europe after the Washington Monument, my whole class will figure out who I am and then the whole world will figure out who I am... and then I'm done."

"Fury if it helps," Saviour steps up and walks next to Peter, "I'm pretty sure I can manage without Parker swinging by my side."

"Okay." Fury blankly answers, scaring Peter and Saviour a tiny bit from the lack of expression, "I understand."

Taken back by his approval, Peter and Saviour share a look with one another before going back to Fury.

"I'm sorry, what?" Peter with doubt inquires.

"Why don't you get back before your teacher's miss you and it becomes suspicious. Dmitri, why don't you take him back to the hotel."

"Thank you Mr. Fury and thank you Saviour." Peter sends a soft smile to Saviour and places a hand on the suits left hand shoulder. "I believe in you and good luck." Peter whispers only to Saviour before wishing everyone else out loud good luck.

"See ya kid." Quentin farewells Peter and watches him and Dmitri exit out.

"You really let him go Fury? No strings attached?" Saviour scoffs in astonishment by Peter's success to get himself out of SHIELD business.

Fury stands up and moves to Saviour with a stern look on his face.

"Of course not."

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Bzzzz...

Bzzzz...

Groaning from your exhaustion, you roll over and press on your phone's screen multiple times in attempt to hit the snooze button.

Last night had been a rollercoaster: Peter and Mysterio are working with SHIELD with you, Fury made you stay back extra late to run through diagnostics which gave you around 4 hours sleep tops and the jetlag wasn't helping your situation at all.

Sitting up in bed, you try to stretch out your tiredness and peer to see MJ reading a book in one hand and a mug within the other, sitting on her bed with her black converses draped to the side.

Greeting MJ a 'good morning', you lift yourself up from the safety and warmth of the bed covers and slipped into the bathroom and changed for the day: rocking a pair of navy blue jeans and grey t-shirt for a casual but yet stylish look and throwing a little something over the top.

MJ mentioned there was breakfast downstairs (breakfast being cereal), you quickly did your hair and retreated down to grab a bite and sat next to Yasmin and Zoha and afterwards, heading upstairs to brush teeth and pack.

You and MJ both gave each other a hand carrying luggage down and delivering it outside.

"Oh I forgot my backpack I'll be back." You call behind as you jog back up to your room.

Rushing quickly into the room, you sweep up your backpack and stuff your phone charger inside and as you whirl around, you collide into something and hear a bang.

"I- Peter?"

"H-Hey Y/N! Sorry I was hanging up a call with Aunt May and I-"

"Pete it's fine you dork." You can't help but giggle at how flustered he is.

Peter's cheeks glow faintly pink as he shyly smiles.

"I got yelled at by my Mum and Dad for not answering the phone and I'm 98% sure I'm grounded when I get back home."

"Oh that's not good..."

"Guess not but eh, stuff happens. How are you though Peter? Feels like I haven't talked to you in a while."

"Y-Yeah... I'm good. You?"

"Yeah guess I'm alright. I'm really excited for Paris today though."

"Favourite destination?"

"Hell yeah! It's gonna be great but we gotta haul our stuff or Harrington will lose his mind." You joke.

"Oh yeah! That's why I was heading down." Peter swings his suitcase in front of him with a sly beam.

Too cute.

You and Peter talked for a far while before actually going back down the stairs and outside to everyone else.

"I'm going to get you a Vitamin C pill, you cannot get sick okay babe?" You hear Betty's distant voice as you and Peter round the door.

As you're about to walk out the door, Peter tugs your sleeve before you hit the outside and perplexed as you are, you pivot to look at him, giving him your attention.

"Before we go, I was just wondering if you wanted to um, sit next to me on whatever we're transporting on?" Peter fumbles and averts his eyes to the ground.

"Of course! I'll save you a seat Pete." You playfully punch his arm.

Peter rubs the back of his neck and lets out a laugh of relief.

You both walk out and see Betty frantically trying to receive a Vitamin C pill.

"I better go help her before she explodes." You suggest and inform Peter.

"Y-Yeah. See you later?"

"See you later!" You wave and leave Peter and Ned alone.

Peter watches Y/N tap Betty on the shoulder as Betty freaks out over the situation and remembers of why Ned is feeling 'sick'.

"Hey man, are you sure you're good?"

"Dude! I'm fine! Okay don't worry! Seriously, getting tranqed in the neck by Nick Fury, probably the coolest thing to happen to me anyway."

"It is pretty cool." Peter admits as the both perform their handshake. "I'm just glad we don't have to go to Prague-"

"Good news: we're going to Prague!" Mr. Harrington announces with a wide grin plastered on his face.

Everyone buzzes around 'whats' and 'huhs' as everyone glances around.

"Tour company called and upgraded us. Should've heard I gave them hell now come on!" Harrington begins to march as everyone scrambles for their belongings.

"Check out our upgraded ride!" Harrington chirps as the class sees a black bus with a man holding a sign saying 'Midtown High'.

Peter immediately recognizes the guy to be Dmitri from last night and gulps down his irateness.

"I think Nick Fury just hijacked our summer vacation."

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Kitten Love.

-Hanbin x Bobby, Double B

-Never in a million years would Hanbin have thought adopting a little cat would change his life tremendously in all the wonderful way it had. He definitely didn’t think that the little furry baby could’ve too change his love life by leading him to a chance encounter... one that perhaps much more than just the handsome man it offered.  

-A/n: No one asked for this, but I did it anyways because I need it (:

Also I abandoned writing my speech halfway because I had a sudden thrust of inspiration to write this so I hope you enjoy (: 

Inspired by post above (Post Cr.)

“Hello.” Hanbin barked over the greasy screen of his phone as he fumbled with the laces of his shoes, perhaps much too curt, definitely not deserving by whomever possessed the unknown number. What in the world compelled him to pick up an unknown number call was perhaps a greater mystery than what the intention of the caller was. Hanbin never, ever, never meant every bit of it, never pick up calls from numbers he without a name attached to it. 

“Hello. Is this Hanbin?” The voice raspy yet sweet, a combination that left a chill shimmering down his spine as the sultry sound reverberating through the silent space of his room. For a second Hanbin gasped audibly, suddenly vacated of all the beautiful words he had learned in the last twenty something years of his life. His lungs too felt as though the mystery caller had shipped him to outer space, airless and dreamy. 

“Speaking... How did you get my number” He questioned with a bit of anticipation, bit of hesitation, and lots of worries running through his mind at the thought of a strange man breaking into his home and that he’d be the headline of tomorrow’s newspaper - “Man, 23, Died of Unnatural Causes.” 

“Are you perchance, the owner of a little calico kitty named Ollie? Your cat gave me your number.”

Y-Yes...” Okay, definitely getting murder tonight by a man with the pretty voice. Hanbin thought as he mouthed gently an ‘Oh My God’ before drawing up enough courage to ask one more question. “Wh-who’s asking?” If he was going to die, at least he’ll know the name of the murderer and won’t be one of those limbo ghost unable to move on. 

“I’m Bobby!” The voice answered cheerily, something Hanbin thought as weird because he hadn’t met too many murderer with personality of the sun. “I live in unit 30A. I noticed he got a little tag provided by the apartment office, which meant he’s here legally.” By the end of his sentence, Hanbin could hear Bobby’s voice distant as if he had forgotten the phone call was still happening, cooing to probably Ollie - “You live here, don’t you. Cutie. Why are you wandering in my yard.”

B-Bobby?”

“Oh, sorry.” The most delightfully strange chuckle echoed through the speaker of his phone and once more hanbin found himself floored, not even caring how Bobby look at this point as he did the first moment that voice met his ears. He had been dreaming in his mind, well aside from the murdering bit, just who this intoxicating voice could’ve belong to. “He’s rubbing his head on my leg.”

“Strange, usually shy around people he doesn’t know.” Hanbin mused dumbly, recalling the many times he had to fish Ollie out from under his bed when he had companies over. 

“Oh, I must be lucky. Anyways, I just wanted to know if he just like to wander into people’s yard or he’s lost.”

“We take walk every evening, usually don’t wander too far... Few units down then come right back.” Hanbin debated on whether he really should just let Ollie find his way home like he usually does when he realized Hanbin isn’t right behind him or... “He ran out when I was putting on my shoes. Didn’t get his walk in last night, bit more antsy to walk than normal, I guess.” He continued out the door, slamming it perhaps a bit too loud on purpose just so Bobby could hear. “If it’s not too much trouble, could you maybe, keep him there? I’m literally running out the door right now.”

“Of course! I’d do anything to play with him some more. We’re both chilling here in front of my gate. So look for 30A” A little laugh vibrated through the speaker and Hanbin found himself chuckling along as he ran down the little walkway. Didn’t take long for him to reach the 30 block, eyes searching intently for the sign of his little cat and the mystery man. 

“Hanbin!” The voice called out, even sweeter now with a touch of warmth that couldn’t be convey through machines, drawing his attention toward a tall man, soft blond hair peeking from under a baseball cap dark as a moonless night. Draping over his broad shoulders, a camouflage colored jacket perhaps a bit too big for his body and for reasons unknown, Hanbin felt tiny pins pricking at his heart. His smile better than any Hanbin’ve ever seen before, excitement worn precariously on his plump lips. 

“Hey, Bobby.” He addressed the man with jawlines sharper than any edge he’d ever seen, bony structures and defined features only added to how handsome Bobby was. “Little brat, I’m busy for one night and you’re already out looking for new owner?” Hanbin turned his attention to the little happy furry baby, delighted to see his owner, before he could creep the stranger out by ogling.  

“Well, I’ll be glad to babysit and walk you anytime your cute owner is too busy to walk you.” Bobby bit out softly and Hanbin nearly fainted. He thought Hanbin was cute? A little teasing smile on his lips as Bobby peered back up, flashing his pearly white at the dumbfounded man. Yet just as fast as that had happened, Bobby was back to crouching over the kitty, petting and scratching the soft fur. 

“I’m so sorry to bother. He usually isn’t like this.” Probably just being friendly, Hanbin thought of the little compliment. Best to not dwell on something that might get his hope up. 

“I’m glad he’s like this today then.” Bobby enunciated a bit, the cat snuggly held in his arms as he stood up to face Hanbin once more. “What are you two got going on tonight?” Still enthralled in the adorable kitty, Bobby spoke with a tinge of cute to his voice, completely unaware of the effects he had on Hanbin’s heart. 

“We were going to walk to that restaurant down the street, you know the one with the patio. They let pets in their outside seating so we go there often. Food’s pretty great.” He explained gently, forgetting for a moment that he knew nothing of the man in front of him as he reached out a hand to scratch Ollie under his chin, letting his fingers ghosting over Bobby’s rough ones. “You?”

“Bout to head out to dinner, not sure where though.” 

“W-Wanna come with us?” Hanbin mustered up all the courage he had been building up for the last decade or so of his life for times like these and asked, but not without a bit of correction. “Just, I’ll treat you, for this little asshole bothering you. And a thank you too, I guess. Not many people would really bother with checking to see if he’s lost.”

“Wow, cute and generous.” Bobby muttered under his breath, finding Hanbin far too cute, although a bit forgetful. “If you don’t mind my intrusion, of course.” He said a bit louder this time, letting a struggling Ollie onto the ground and watched as Hanbin clipped on his leash. 

“Shall we?” Hanbin asked, handing the little leash to a delighted Bobby before they walk shoulder to shoulder down the darkening path. There was a strange sense of blissfuly familiar washing over the pair but Hanbin couldn’t for the life of him figure out why. So he stayed silent, basking in the cool air of an autumn night and Bobby’s little giggle whenever Ollie did something cute. Wasn’t long before they were situated over pipping hot food and Ollie, sprawling out on the floor, captivated by his own food. The conversation started with how long they had been at the apartment and continued well into life dream and perhaps by Bobby’s design, their love life... Well, Hanbin’s love life. 

“You’re saying you’ve been single for like 3 years?” Bobby questioned incredulously, “How?”

“Well, it’s not for lack of trying. I can tell you that much.” Hanbin replied softly, fingers picking at the fries on Bobby’s plate. “Just, things started out great then just fizzled. It either that they were more into fucking than a relationship, or just differences of minds. After a couple of tries, I just-” A shiver ran down Hanbin’s spine and suddenly he regretted rushing out the door without a jacket. “I just kinda give up.” His voice droned out in confusion, surmising what was Bobby doing getting up from his seat. 

“Here, you’re cold.” Bobby interrupted suddenly, jacket shedding from his body as he rounded the table to wrap it over the shiver man. 

“Oh, it’s okay. You’re gonna be cold.” Hanbin frantically explained, though he wasn’t doing much to reject Bobby’s hand lingering over his shoulders. 

“Don’t worry about it. I don’t get cold, plus, long sleeves. See!” Bobby tugged at the length of his very well fitted thermal, far too well fitted by the little choke Hanbin had just gasped out. 

“But won’t whoever the owner of the jacket is mind?” Hanbin hinted, praying that the answer wasn’t that Bobby’s boyfriend is a slob and doesn’t give a shit who Bobby gives his clothes to.

“What are you talking about?” Bobby looked as if Hanbin had just spoke French and grew three heads while stealing a spoon full of soup from Hanbin’s bowl.

“Oh, I just assumed it was your boyfriend’s clothes or something... It looked pretty big on you.” He chuckled awkwardly to cover up the fact that he was prying, that he was mortified by the clumsy attempt instead of just asking Bobby. 

“You’re bit dense, aren’t you. On top of forgetful too.”

“I’m what?” It was Hanbin’s turn to be confused.

“I’ve been flirting with you the second I saw you, and you still think I have a boyfriend? No, Binnie, I just like wearing baggy clothes.” Bobby quipped, shooting a kittenish smile Hanbin’s way.  

“Oh!” Hanbin exclaimed, feigning ignorant as if he didn’t corner Bobby into a confession without giving his last bit of reservation away. “Well then.” A smug grin on his lips as his fingers tugging the jacket drowned in Bobby and fresh pine tighter over his body. “But why am I forgetful?”

“You still haven’t figure out who I am, Kim Jiwon, Bobby, bunny teeth...” Bobby listed as if each of those thing suppose to mean something to Hanbin. “God, you’re slow. I went to your school for a year, you were in 11th grade, I was 12th?” There was a bit of light breaking over Hanbin’s handsome features yet for the most part, seemed as though he was still very much in the dark. “We were inseparable, Hanbin. Honestly I’m a little sad.” He retorted with a disappointing wave of his hand as if telling Hanbin to stop steam rolling his brain to figure out who Bobby was.

“Kimbap!” guilt was wrecking his heart for not recognizing his Kimbap sooner, more so now that the adorable pout was forming on Bobby’s lips. 

“Of course that’s the first thing you think of.” Bobby chuckled a bit, little bit embarrassed that out of all the thing for the younger man to remember, it was that stupid nickname. Yet, there’s no denying the happiness rising in his heart that he was remember. 

“Should I call you Pooh, then?” Hanbin quipped, unprecedented sense of contentment brought on by nostalgia sending his heart into overdrive. How could he have not realized who Bobby was, how foolish of him. He thought of Bobby, or as he had known him then, Jiwon often. The lingering feeling of a crush never revealed, the bitterness as he stood watching from the distant as Jiwon’s disappearing figure at the airport signified that a wonderful chapter of his life was over. He was naive then, young and dumb and hadn’t realize what his heart really wanted... Then it was too late.

“Who could’ve predicted that you would be on the other side of the phone. I was shocked when you jogged your way toward me.” Bobby mused softly, hand delicately reaching to spread warm over Hanbin’s cold one. “I keep thinking, no, it couldn’t be...”

“It is...” Hanbin finished the thought Bobby was too lost in those beautiful eyes to finish. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you. It’s been years and I guess in my mind, you were still Jiwonie hyung... Not this cool, suave guy that got my head spinning.” His other hand cupping over Bobby’s, basking in the gentleness of the moment leaving the older boy leaning forward in anticipation. 

“Hey, i was cool back then!” Bobby protested but it muffled out into a content moan as Hanbin placed his lips over his plump chapped one, conjuring all the unspoken words and hidden feeling of the past in his bet of a lifetime. 

“I know you were. Why did you think I followed you around like a lost puppy all the time.” His 16 years old self reached up from inside his heart with all the awkward shyness and timid words he had always wanted to tell Jiwon but couldn’t. His cheeks flushed from what he had just done, watching the contentment spreading over Bobby’s lips. 

“You’ll be the death of me, I swear.” Bobby rested his forehead on Hanbin’s, hands still clutching tightly as if he was to let go, Hanbin would disappear from his life again. “There’s so much I wanted to tell you.”

“Then how come you left without saying anything? I knew that you realized I was there at the airport watching, but you just left?” Hanbin uttered painfully but rather than letting go of the older man’s hands, he only clutched on tighter. 

“I knew it wouldn’t work, that the distant would get us. I’d rather remember you as you were than the pain of a heartbreak. Puppy love and distant... That was a combination I think we would’ve lose out on.” Before either of them could shed tears of the past, Ollie’s little meow reminded them of the world still revolving despite time seemingly paused for them. Bobby stood up first, before offering a hand to Hanbin, pulling him up right into his toned chest. “Let’s continue this somewhere more private and warm, hmm?” The words like a spell falling from Bobby’s lips as his hand pulled tighter the jacket around Hanbin’s shoulders. 

“I’d like that.” Ollie’s leash snugged in Hanbin’s grip and Bobby’s large hand tight over his, not wanting to let go even if just momentarily to pay for their amazing meal. Somewhere down the darken path illuminated only by the golden glow of the street lamp, Hanbin had ducked under Bobby’s possessive hold around his shoulders. “Are we moving too fast?” Hanbin questioned not out of concern that he was making a big mistake. Rather, if moving to fast meant he’d lose Bobby just as he did with all the relationship that had fizzled out to nothing, Hanbin’d much rather take all the time in the world. “I don’t want history, my history to repeat itself.”

“Hmm, I don’t think so. We got history, not as if we don’t know each other at all.” Bobby placed a soft kiss on Hanbin’s cheek, “And I have like a decade or so worth of fantasies I need to act out on so...” 

“WHAT?!” Hanbin surprise yelp got Ollie screaming along in fear leaving Bobby hunching over in a big laugh.

“I’m- Oh God, I’m kidding.” Wiping a tear falling from the corner of his eyes, Bobby peered up at Hanbin who looked as if he had just seen a ghost, hand clutching over his heart. Bobby finally straighten himself up with a few apology, and once more Hanbin snugged under his arm. “Or am i?” Bobby whispered softly in the younger boy’s ear, and watched as steam and a bright red glow crept upon his cheeks. Earned too was an elbow to his side as more apology fell from Bobby’s lips.  “Who needs puppy love when we got kitten love, right?” Bobby mused out dreamily as Hanbin leaned up to place a kiss on his lips. The two continued down the darken path, huddling close with the little kitty that had rekindled their puppy love from so long ago happily sauntering in front of them...

[xuxisbbymami]

Fifa Reactions~NCT

Warnings- swearing, mentions of sex and oral. Gets a bit angsty

Masterlist

AN- so it’s the World Cup and I thought I should write something. Don’t worry I’m still writing Psych 101 I just thought I should only upload 2 chapters a week so I dont finish it too quickly. Also the quality of the story is a lot better if I’m not updating daily. (Y sí hablo español. Mi familia de mi mama son de Chile pero se solo un poco español)😊😊 A hoe too mad her country didn’t make it to the cup😭

Taeyong- “He’s a soccer player and the other team cheats so he gets into a fight” (Uruguay)

Uruguay has won only 1 World Cup and today are the semifinals. Your boyfriend and his team have worked their butts off to get here and are determined to get into the finals. The first round they are in the lead by 2 points. In the second round the opposing team catches up with them. But Uruguay maintains their stamina has most possession of the ball. Everyone is sure they’ll pull through and break the tie. The other team though was also hellbent on getting into the finals. When Taeyong dribbles the ball and passes it to his teammate who is about to score, multiple players from the other team bombard and steal the ball from him. Tae snaps. While the ref is blowing the whistle and taking the ball from the other team Tae runs up to one of the players and shoves him down. “What the hell man”?! “It’s not my fault you can’t take a little dirty play”. Tae gets on top of him and starts punching him. You, sitting with the subs, run out on field to get your boyfriend. “Tae! Please get off him! You’ll kill him”! Your usually sweet and passive boyfriend angry is already bad enough but you know with the added stress of winning and extra hard training he’s deadly. He hears your voice and stops to look at you. You pull him off the guy with help from his teammates who were watching in sidelines just as shocked as everyone else. The two of you go into the locker room where he can calm down. You rub his back let him lay in the crook of your neck. After everyone settles down the officials decide the other team is disqualified but Tae will not compete in the finals.

Taeil- “Your team lost against Korea he’s bragging” (Denmark)

You knew by the end of the first half Denmark was done for. The score was already 5 nothing and you knew Korea hadn’t gotten started yet. Every attempt Denmark made at a goal Korea deflected it and your boyfriend cheering and celebrating wasn’t making it any better. You roll your eyes when Korea seamlessly scores 3 more goals by the end of the game. Taeil points and laughs at you. “Y/n did you see that? It would’ve been better if Denmark didn’t show at all”. He’s literally rolling on the floor dying of laughter. You straddle his waist and bang on chest, “Shut up Taeil I get it your team is so much better than mine. No one cares”. You get off him and storm into the room you guys share. You weren’t really mad you just hated that he had to brag about it. You would’ve been fine taking your L in peace. A moments later your boyfriend comes through the door seeing you pouting. “Hey baby” He sits a couple feet away from you not wanting to make you even more mad. “You know I was just kidding. I love seeing you pouty. You look so adorable”. “Whatever” you mumble. He tackles you with a hug and kisses all over your face. “Babyyyyy I love you!!!! Stop being mad and let love youuuuuu”!!!! You let out a sigh and let him continue with a tiny smile on your face.

Johnny- “You guys dress up to support your team” (Morocco)

Johnny knows how much you love the World Cup. Growing up, whenever it came one it was the center of your household. This is your first fifa away from home and Johnny wants it to be just as special. He surprises you with tickets to see your country, Morocco, play. The day of the game Johnny buys face paint and matching jerseys of your favorite player, Mbark Boussoufa. He paints your face the color of the flag and you his. “Thank you so much for this Johnny. This is so sweet”! He kisses your nose before he spray dyes your hair, “You know I would do anything for you baby”.

Yuta- “You guys lowkey beef bc your teams are competing against each other” (Senegal)

When you saw Japan and Senegal would compete you knew that your apartment would be filled with an unspoken tension. You both are very prideful when it comes to your countries and take this very seriously. The day of the game he invites over 6 of the guys over to watch. During the match they feel the unbearable tension and watch you two as you both intensely watch the tv screen not saying a word. When the winner is announced let’s just say one of you had to leave that’s how bad it was.

Kun- “He’s a soccer player and losses a game and gets upset” (Peru)

Peru got annihilated. They fought hard and gave it all they had but they were no match for France. When your boyfriend walks off the field with his head hung your heart breaks. You let him go into the locker and change while you wait in the car. He comes about 15 minutes silent. You take off your seatbelt and climb over the center console into his lap. You hug him tight and he nudges his head in the crook of your neck and sobs. “It’s all my fault I should’ve ran fast or guarded my teammates or-” “Kun,baby, it’s not your fault. You’re part of a team. You play together, you win together and you lose together. It’s not all on you. And it’s just this one game you still have a game next week and look how far you’ve made it. You made it onto Peru’s national soccer team and you guys qualified for the cup. America couldn’t even do that”. He chuckles a little and you continue to rub his back. “You gave it your all baby that’s all that matters. You poured your whole heart onto that field. I’m so proud of everything you are and have become”. He lifts his head up and kisses you softly. He pulls back and mumbles against your lips, “Thank you for being there for me. I don’t deserve you”.

Doyoung- “He’s a soccer player and gets injured” (Belgium)

He’s running to get the ball when he suddenly collapses. His teammates see him and pause for a second but know that if they lose possession of the ball for even a second it’s over for them. You, on the other hand, see that he’s down and hop up. “Someone go help him he’s hurt”! The paramedics rush out to get him and you run to his side. He’s groaning in pain and agony. “I’m right here baby don’t worry. Just relax”. You get into the ambulance with him and they rush you guys to the hospital. There you are told that he tore his ACL and would need surgery. Him being doped up on morphine to kill the pain doesn’t really comprehend the situation; you do though. He won’t be able to compete for the rest of the cup and probably be off for a season. That’s all if everything goes smoothly. If the tear is worse than they predicted he could possibly never play soccer again. You know that when he becomes aware of his predicament he’ll be devastated. You sob in your half conscious boyfriend’s lap and just pray everything goes well.

Ten- “Your team won you brag about it (vs Korea)”(Mexico)

“GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!” You scream as you run around your apartment’s living room. Mexico just nailed Korea in their coffin with the final score 6-3. Your boyfriend though doesn’t mind. He sits back and watches you prance around screaming. He loves watching you get so excited and act like a child. That’s the only reason he even watches this. He couldn’t care less whether or not Korea wins. “I WON!! MY COUNTRY BEAT YOURS!! HOW DOES IT FEEL LOSER??” You hop onto his lap and bounce around. He smiles at you lovingly, “Amazing. Simply amazing sweetheart”.

Jaehyun- “Your teams are tied” (Sweden)

You both were on the edge of your seat. Sweden and Korea are tied 4-4 with 3 minutes left on the clock. Before the game you both decided that whoever’s team lost had to get the other person head. You love giving your boyfriend head just as much as he loves giving you head but your competitive sides aren’t allowing it. The ball is in your possession your team is dribbling the ball to the goal. You’re sure your team has won the game. That is until they completely miss giving the ball to Jaehyun’s team. You’re screaming and cursing while he’s laughing and clapping loudly. Korea dribbles the ball to their side and scores a the last minute. “You know what you have to do babygirl” he smirks and puts his hand behind his head. You sigh and roll your eyes but gladly tie your hair back and get on your knees.

Winwin- “He gets really into the game” (Nigeria)

You didn’t care for sports. Never have and probably never will. Your boyfriend though loves sports. When the World Cup started you were not looking forward to hearing him and his buddies screaming at the tv. You usually go to your bedroom watch a movie, sleep or go out when sports in general are played in your home but today you decide to watch. You surprise him by sitting next to him and his friends on the coach.Your boyfriend’s favorite team, Nigeria, is playing today so you know it will be extra loud today. As the match starts your surprised that this isn’t half as bad as you thought. The real show though was watching your boyfriend intensely watch the screen, clench his jaw and yell every so often.

Jungwoo- “Your team misses a goal and you curse in your language” (Costa Rica)

You grew up with soccer and fifa being the pride of your country. Every 4 years it was mandatory to tune into the World Cup and cheer on Costa Rica. This year when they make it into the semifinals you lose it. You start thinking they might actually win this year and this only makes your hopes and expectations for your team to grow. For the entire match Costa Rica holds their own. They maintain a score to keep up with their competitor and currently have possession of the ball. All they need it one more goal and they’re off to the finals. They move to take the shoot but go over the goal. “PINCHE PUTA” You exclaim. Your boyfriend, in the kitchen, hears you and comes into the living. “Baby?” He asks trying not to laugh. He doesn’t speak Spanish nor does he comprehend it well but he knew a swear when he heard one. You hardly swear but you do it’s always a delight to him. “I’m sorry Jungwoo. It’s just that we were so close”. He walks over to you and sits down on the sofa. You lie down in his lap and allow him to rub your hair. “I know baby. I know” he chuckles to himself.

Lucas- “He plays soccer and makes a winning shot” (Egypt)

Lucas has trained extremely hard to be where he is now. Late nights and early mornings got him here to the finals and you couldn’t be prouder. You watch from the sidelines as your boyfriend is out on the field hustling. His love and passion for the sport is one of your favorite things about him. Seeing him sprint back and forth across the field causes you to have to fan yourself even though you’re just watching. He looks so good when he’s sweaty and completely focused on something. Egypt is tied with their opponent when Lucas is passed the ball. You immediately jump out of your seat. He dribbles the ball down the field and makes a corner shot. You and the crowd go wild. He just won his team the World Cup. You laugh and even cry a bit as you see him run across the field screaming and cheering for himself and his team. You know he deserves the win more than anything. After the game ends you both run into each and you give him the most passionate kiss you can muster. “I’m so proud of you baby! You did amazing”. He smiles down at you and kisses you back with twice the passion you gave him. After games ,especially wins, Lucas is always a bit excited. You know that the two of you are about to enjoy a long delightful night.

Mark- “His team wins so you get mad at him” (Portugal)

It’s the long anticipated game. Portugal VS Spain. You are rooting for your home country Spain and your boyfriend Mark is going for Portugal, probably just to defy you. You both are completely immersed in the game watching to see which great nation will win this epic battle. At the end of the 1st half the score is 4-0 and you like many others feel like Spain will win hands down. That is until 2nd half Portugal decides to actually bring the heat surprising everyone. Portugal ends up winning 4-6 and you can’t believe it. “You cheated it's your fault my team lost! You did something didn’t you? This isn’t the real game is it? This is rigged!” You accuse. Mark just laughs at you, “Baby I’m sitting right here next to you watching the game too. How could I have done anything”? You roll your eyes and turn your back to him. You refuse to believe anything he has to say. Mark knows what you’re doing. You’re ignoring him. He finds it absolutely adorable that you can’t accept the fact that your team lost. He smiles to himself as you pout and don’t even look at him.

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Just wanna say Johnny is fine ASF SM NEED TIMO GIVE HIM MORE LINES AND ATTENTION. And tumblr sucks ass. 10 pics per post???? What type of fuckery??? And every time I want to post tumblr forgets how to work