girls weren’t just soft but of course i loved that part of them too; the touch of skin and the sighing and the way they looked when standing under streetlights in the snow.
they were hard edges. the bite that made a mark for days later, that you wore under a scarf, that you wore with pride. the nails that left blood and the lips that tore under teeth. hipbones under hands, thick girls in thigh highs, garter belts on the waists of women who knew how powerful they were.
women loving women wasn’t always pink and gentle, although it had such a capacity to be. it was blue and bruises and ripped dresses and joyful screams. it was raw and fierce and the fire of sundown more than the slow of monday morning. i want to hold her hand and kiss her on the cheek and carry her gently. but i also want her in a wild way, in the way of forests and freckles and fridays, in the way that consumes, in all of me.
She felt the cool metal of the cabinet drawers hit her back, his long fingers weaving through her loose blonde strands. Was it possible to die from ecstasy? If so, what a way to go. His lips trailed a path from her neck to her collar bone as she squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her long legs around him, pulling him even tighter against her body.
Her hands moved to unbuckle the belt around his waist, but they were quickly knocked out of the moment by an obnoxiously loud banging on the door of the trailer.
“Is that your mom!?” Jughead ripped away from his sexy girlfriend and pulled his shirt back on, heading for the door.
She hadn’t witnessed the whole interaction, just the exchange of jackets and his surprised face when she called his name. Heading back into the trailer, Betty started to gather her things, leaving Jughead to speak to his new “friends”. She had to get out of here, what was she thinking? Hanging around Serpent territory after everything that had happened in the past month. Buttoning her jacket and searching for her bag she hardly registered Jughead walking towards her, she never even heard him speak her name. She jumped when he placed a hand on her shoulder
“Betty..” he started before she cut him off
“I should go. It’s late, It’s not too far from here.. I’ll walk, the fresh air will be good for me.” She moved towards the door but he quickly put his hand out to stop her
“You’re not going out there on your own, talk to me. Let’s talk about this.” He begged, his hands playing with the buttons on her jacket.
“There’s nothing to talk about, you made your decision.” She wrapped her arms around herself, it was what she did when she was bidding from someone, it made Jughead heart ache to see her hide herself from him.
“Nothing’s been decided, it’s just a stupid jacket. It doesn’t matter, you matter, we matter” he emphasized the we as she stepped back finally getting a look at him in the jacket.
Fuck. It was sexy as hell.
Obviously not the criminalistic activities tagged along with the logo but the way the jacket wrapped around his broad shoulders, his tossled black hair falling in his face, as he stared at her with wide, scared eyes. This was still Jughead, this was still the boy who had declared his love for her a mere minutes ago, the boy who had made her ache in places she didn’t know possible. He was still her Jughead, just an incredibly sexy version.
His eyes ducked to meet hers before she mumbled under her breath
The long pink peacoat hit the ground in seconds flat and before Jughead could even catch his balance, Betty was wrapped around him, her fingers tangled in his hair before running over the swirly snake emblazed on his back.
“I want you” She growled into his ear, her hands pulling the leather from his body as they stumbled into his bedroom.
Jughead pulled back, looking into his girlfriends glazed and lust filled eyes as she pulled off her tank top , revealing the lacy pink bra he had admired a few minutes ago. As he stared down at the perfect specimen laying on her back on his old mattress, he couldn’t think of his father or the Southside or his future, all he could think of was being with Betty completely, showing their love in the most absolute way.
“Are you sure?” He asked quickly, his own shirt now laying on the floor as she gazed up at him through her eyelashes
“Never been so sure” she whispered
That was all it took for him to dive into her, lifting her by the hips and tugging her into the headboard, his jeans hanging loose on his hips while she unzipped her skirt letting him tug it all the way down his fingers tracing her long smooth legs. She whined from above him, her hands reaching for him, he dragged his palms the entire length of her body and moaned when she pressed her chest into his hands
“Right there” she let out on a breathy sigh, he glanced up to find her eyes closed as he quickly disposed of her bra, taking the time to admire her breasts before letting his inexperienced fingers wander, by the way she sighed he assumed he was doing something right. Betty could feel how excited he was digging into her thigh
“Protection, do you have it?” She asked dazed as he pulled something from the side drawer
“Never thought this would happen, dad wanted me to be prepared just in case. Never imagined it’d be with you, only dreamed it” he mumbled against her neck, grinding into her, his soft cotton boxers causing friction with the lace of her panties.
She watched as he pulled the condom on, and slowly pulled the lace away, staring intently at something she was certain he had never seen before. Her eyes took in all of him, once he finished he looked up at her with unsure eyes
“I love you Jughead Jones, no matter what you are, who you become. I love you” she encouraged, wrapping her legs around his waist and bringing him inside of her. She winced at the pain, it hurt more than she expected, but hearing the deep guttural groan of her normally composed boyfriend, eased the ache a bit.
“I love you. God I love you” he moaned into her neck, pulling in and out of her excruciatingly slow. It al happened so fast she wasn’t even sure when she had hit her high, only coming down from it just in time to see Jugheads eyes roll back and his shoulders shake. He slumped beside her, dragging her into his side and peppering kisses to her hair
“Thankyou, I love you. That was.. did I hurt you? Was it awful..” he trailed off suddenly stiffening as he tried to pull away.
Betty shook her head quickly, pulling him back down and nuzzling against his bare chest
“It was perfect. Absolutely perfect” she whispered and smiled when she felt him sigh in relief.
“Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it. I won’t join the serpents, I’ll… I’ll figure something else out” his hands played with her sweaty strands.
Betty sighed softly
“You do what you have to do. I meant what I said, I love you Jughead, no matter what you are, I’m going to love you.” She turned her cheek to look at him and went breathless at the intense look of love in his eyes.
“Besides” she continued, a teasing smirk on her face “we’ll finally be the real Romeo and Juliet you’re always talking about” she giggled.
Jughead rolled his eyes, pulling the covers tighter around the couple
“Except no one dies, alright?.”
Betty yawned, slowly closing her eyes
“Deal” she whispered before both the love sick teens fell into their dreams.
A/N: Just felt like being a slut. This is just a fantasy of mine. Dean comes after the reader years later after he let her walk out of his life once. He is not making that mistake again. It’s short, and I’ve been extremely busy. Hope you don’t hate it.
I looked from my laptop up as my sister Angie came into my room.
“Hey Zack, what’s up?” she said
“Hey sis. I just heard from Stephanie. She has too much work to do this weekend, and she can’t make it back.” Our older sister was in college and had been planning to come back for the three day weekend that now stretched out before us.
“That sucks. So are mom and dad at that conference?”
“No, they are out for tonight, back in the morning. Then they leave for it tomorrow morning, and will be gone until Monday night.”
“So, more or less, the house to ourselves for the entire weekend?”
“Yep.” I said with a grin. The two of us had always been really close, and we were looking forward to a relaxing weekend with just each other. My little sister returned my grin and her eyes lit up. She was two years younger than me, but was always more mischievous than I.
“Dinner?” she asked
She shrugged and left my room. It was early still, and I returned to finishing my homework on my laptop. It was Friday and I wanted to be done for the weekend.
Later that night, having finished dinner, Angie and I were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. She was curled up against me, with my arm draped over her. As the movie ended, I switched the TV and looked and my baby sister. Her face was furrowed and she looked like she was considering something serious.
“What’s up sis?” I asked. She looked up at me.
“Can I talk to you about something?”
“It’s kind of awkward and personal”
“Anything you ever want to talk about, I will be here for you Angie” I said. I squeezed her tighter with one arm and planted a kiss on her forehead.
“Thanks Zack, I know. Are you a virgin?”
I flushed a bit, but answered truthfully
“Yes. And I assume you are as well” I knew my sister well enough that she would tell me why she asked without prompting.
“Yes, I am. Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked as a blush rose to her cheeks and she turned away.
Rather than respond immediately, with the obvious ‘yes’ I looked as my little sister as a woman, not a girl, taking in her features. She was tall, about 5’10” and thin. She had an incredibly toned and trimmed body from the years and years of gymnastics that she was so found of. Rich chocolate brown hair that cascaded midway down her back. Small breasts, no larger than an A cup, but they sat perfectly on her petite frame that any larger would have looked absurd.
“I think you are beautiful” I replied, and I genuinely meant it. Angie’s eyes lit up, and she could tell my compliment was honest. I pulled her closer to me and planted a kiss on her forehead. She returned my embrace and beamed up at me. Then the smile faded into a look of unease. I could tell she was trying to work her way around to telling me why she asked about my history with women.
“I asked because I figured … well … we know each other really well … and we love each other a lot … and … we are both virgins … and alone … and well…” Her face flushed and she turned away from me, embarrassed.
I looked at my little sister, my mind jumbled, my body fighting for the blood my brain needed to make decisions. A squeezed her closer and brought my left hand around to her chin. I forced her face to turn back to mine, and saw tears of embarrassment shining in her eyes. I planted a kiss full on her lips, the first time I had kissed a girl in all my years. After the longest thirty seconds of my life, we broke apart and caught our breath. We looked into each other’s eyes, and I asked her,
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Absolutely. Do you, Zack?”
“Yes, Angie, I really do.”
“I love you, big brother.”
“I love you, little sister.”
Our lips locked again, and I could see many of my emotions reflected in my baby sister’s eyes. Lust warred with love, each seeking to blot out the other. Our lips parted and my tongue slipped into her mouth, as hers slipped into mine.
I rolled her over, and sat my sister on my lap. Our lips met again, and my hands wandered over her tight back. I pulled her closer to me, out chests meeting and our kiss never breaking. She started to shift her hips back and forth in my lap. Her small breasts rubbed against my chest and my cock started to harden with the constant motion. I shifted one hand down, to grip her tight ass, and the other up to her chest to cup one of her lovely tits. Her hands wandered over my chest and out tongues stilled warred in each other’s mouths.
Our kiss broke, and Angie shifted back slightly on my lap. We were both breathless, and for a moment, the only noise in the room was our breathing.
“That was my first kiss, sis” I said, and she giggled at me.
“Mine too” she said still smiling. There was a long pause before she asked, “Do you want to go further?”
In answer I grabbed her and she squealed with delight as I pulled her back to my lips. Her hands found my chest again, and then started to go lower. She found the hem of my shirt, and began to pull it up. I felt a tingle as the cool air rushed over my warm skin. She pulled the shirt higher and higher, and finally we were forced to break off our kiss as the shirt passed over my head. As soon as it was on the floor, we kissed again.
Then slowly, my hands came around to her firm hips. I grabbed the shirt and raised it up slowly. Our kiss broke again, and I pulled off her shirt and threw it on the floor. I looked at my sister, sitting on my lap, our skin touching. Her skin was pale, as was mine, and against that white background, the rainbow striped bra on her chest looked even more vibrant. It was about a 32-34 A, and seemed to delight in cling to such nubile curves. We resumed our passionate kissing, and she resumed grinding her crotch into mine.
After a few more minutes of this, I stopped her and pried my sister off of me. She looked confused for a moment, but when she saw the grin of desire on my face, lust overtook her. I stood her up in front of me, and reached for the belt around her waist. I unfastened it, and reached for the button on her jeans. I undid it, and drew down the zipper, the hooked my fingers under the waist band of her pants. In one fluid motion, I dropped the pants to the ground, and as she stepped out of them, I looked at her sky blue panties. Under my gaze, she squirmed a bit, and flushed embarrassed.
“Stand up, bro. It’s not fair that you’re wearing pants.” She whined playfully.
I stood, and her hands were at my waist, undoing my belt, as her lips found mine again. She reached for the zipper on my pants, and the next thing I knew, my pants were around my ankles. I stepped out of them, and fell back onto the couch, grabbing Angie as I went. She sat, straddling me, as we kissed again. We looked at one another, and nervous laughter rose in our throats. She resumed grinding our crotches together, but this time, but with only her sky blue panties and my red boxers on, the feeling was much more intense. My cock was rock hard at this point, and only the weight of my baby sister was holding it down. She was also getting into it, I realized, as I saw a damp spot growing on her panties. I kissed her again and again, one hand around the tight muscles of her ass, and the other around her back, snaking up to the back of her head, holding her close to me.
I looked down, breaking off our kiss, and looked at our bodies. Angie had on only her sky blue panties and rainbow striped bra, and I with only red boxers. Our flesh gleamed with sweat and her body, sculpted from almost a decade of gymnastics, was taut and perfect. She started pushing our bodies together faster and harder, and my cock started rubbing against her pussy.
At the same time, completely independent of each other, our hands started to reach towards our lap. Mine trailed down her chest, her taut stomach, and came to rest just on the elastic band that held her underwear up. Her hand did the same thing to my body. She raised her hips, and I slowly inched my fingers down on to her sweat mound, feeling the fabric under my touch, and beneath that, my sister’s warm wetness. Her hand traced its way over my boxers to the base of my straining erection.
She began to stroke my cock through my boxers, as I began to run my hand over her pussy. The friction of her hand and my boxers on my dick sent a wave of pleasure through my body. I rubbed her faster and faster, and in response she stroked me faster still. Our hips ground together, our hands rubbed at the others genitals and we saw bliss reflected in each other’s eyes. Her wet spot grew larger and she began to moan, softly at first, then louder as I groaned at my need for release.
Angie’s breathing got faster and faster and I could feel her trembling. I could also feel my own orgasm getting closer. All at once, we both stiffened and moaned. We both orgasmed in our underwear and collapsed on to the couch. We lay there for the span of several long, shuttering breaths, my sister’s lithe body draped over my larger one, her face pressed against my shoulder. Finally reality reasserted itself, and I looked over at her.
“Well…” Angie said, before we both burst into laughter. We laughed long and loud, uncontrollably, until we were both gasping for air. We were not laughing at anything, but we could not stop.
Our merriment finally subsided and we looked back at each other. I could feel a contented smile on my face, and it was reflected on my baby sister’s.
“That felt amazing, Zack.” She sighed, contentedly.
“You too, Angie.” I replied, giving her a squeeze. She giggled and writhed on my lap, rubbing our sodden underwear together. We both looked down and laughed again.
“Shower?” I asked.
“Together.” She responded. “Just let me get my breath back.”
We sat there for another few minutes, until Angie rolled off of me, and we stood up. We gathered our clothes, and I chased her up stairs to the bathroom we shared. We turned the water on, and as it heated up, started kissing again. Our mouths joined together, and we embraced tightly.
My hands roamed across her back, and found the hooks of her rainbow bra. I unclasped them, and peeled off the garment. Then I got my first real look at my sister’s naked breasts. They were small, but perky and sat perfectly on her slight body. I let my hands wander lower and lower until I felt her small tight ass. I slipped two fingers under the elastic band of her sky blue panties and slid them around to her hips. All at once, I jerked my hands down, carrying her underwear with them. I beheld her virgin pussy for the first time in my life. She was unshaven, and the coarse brown hair stood out in contrast to her perfectly smooth legs.
She blushed and turned away from me, allowing me a perfect view of her perfect, tiny ass. I drew her close to me and planted a kiss on the top of her head. I could see her smile and feel her relax and she turned back around and reached down. Her hands gripped the waistband of my boxers and eased them down. My erection was now back in full swing, and popped out. I was also unshaven. It was the first time I had ever been exposed to someone in a sexual manner. We stepped out of the clothes around our ankles, and kissed again.
My sister and I drew back the shower curtain and slipped inside. The warm water and close confines made me feel as though my head was in a fog. We started washing each other all over. My hands, lathered with soapy water, found their way around her back and came to rest on her petite breasts. I savored the experience, my first real skin to skin sexual contact with her, as I began to massage her boobs. Angie started to whimper slightly, and then as I tweaked her tiny nipples, she let out a moan.
I left off and snaked my hands down lower and lower. I ran my hands over her tight legs, higher and higher. Her lean calves, her firm thighs, and then above that, the golden territory, all covered with soap and water. A thought crossed my mind and I rested my hand on her bush, and asked
“Why shave your legs, and not up here?”
“Because,” her response was bashful, “I was afraid it would hurt if I slipped.”
“Do you want me to help you?”
“Yes. But not right now. You got me wound up, and I need release.”
I grinned and slid my right hand over her mound as my left worked its way back to her tits. There was wetness there that had nothing to do with the shower. I began to stroke my middle finger up and down her slit, and my index and ring finger along the outside of her pussy. My left hand was massaging her breast and my right spread her lips wide open. She moaned her desire and I plunged my middle finger deep into my baby sister’s pussy. The gasped and shudder at the sudden intrusion, and cried out three words
“Oh God Yes!”
I started to work the top of her pussy with my thumb, and began to thrust my middle finger in and out of her sweat confines. She was incredibly warm, tight, and wet. It felt like my finger was being sucked in on every pump. Angie moaned louder and louder, and I thrust faster and faster. Her arms wrapped around my right arm, and her hand went down to cover mine, forcing me deeper into her. I tweaked her nipple and thrust deep into her. All at once, she seized up and froze completely, her muscles locking, and I would have sworn she even stopped breathing for a second.
My sister would have collapsed onto the floor if my arms had not been wrapped around her. She hung like a rag doll in my arms for several minutes, getting her breath back, her ass still pressed to my straining erection. She finally turned to me and, planting a kiss on my lips, moaned,
“Thank you. That was amazing.”
I grinned at her, and she tiredly returned the expression. We continued washing for a few minutes, until I found myself facing the showerhead, Angie behind me. She unexpectedly grabbed me in an embrace, and whispered in my ear,
“Your turn big bro.”
Her breasts were pressed to my back and her arms were around my chest. Her soapy hands slid down to my cock and delicately traced over my pubic hair.
“I like you like this. Don’t shave it.” I could hear the grin in her voice. I grinned back and shook my head.
“Anything for you, little sis.”
She kissed my neck and grasped my dick with her warm, wet, slippery hand. She slid her hand up and down my shaft, while sliding her other hand over my chest. Her small hands pumped me again and again, until I was right on the verge. Then she slid her other hand down and grabbed my balls. It was too much for me, and I came all over the front of the shower.
I turned around and kissed my sister again and again, each kiss deeper and more passionate than the last. We finished up in the shower and stepped out. Looking at the clock, we realized with a start that our parents would be home soon. We quickly went into Angie’s room and she bent over to rummage through her dresser for something to ware. I did not help the process by taking that opportunity to grab and start massaging her firm ass. She playfully slapped my hands away and threw on some pajamas. We went to my room and repeated the process, but in reverse.
“So, I am looking forward to a fun weekend.” She said.
“Me too.” I grinned “Just the two of us from Saturday afternoon to Monday night.”
My own fault, sent the key to an ex-girlfriend, who am still good friends with. She called me up, thanked me for the card and asked what the key was for as I had asked her to call me when it arrived and to hold onto it for a few weeks. I said I didn’t want to tell her over the phone but could I come down an show her. She said I have to tell her first, so I said a chastity device. She asked if it was on, I said no I was waiting to confirm she had the key. She said I should have asked first and she was going to throw both keys away. I was glad that I hadn’t put it on but sad with her response. About a month later she called me up, said she still had the keys safe and asked if I still had the device and could she see it. I drove the 3 hours to her place and showed her the device. It’s a metal belt device with a anal ring and a solid cock sheath sticking out and down at the front and a cross at the end. She picked it up and turned it over a few times in her hands. She then said you are willing to wear this if I say I will be your, your keyholder as you described it? Yes I said. Let me get this straight, I don’t have to do anything apart from not giving you the keys back and that means you can’t get hard, cum or even touch yourself unless I say so? Yes I said again. Fine do you have the padlock with you? I showed it to her and she said lock it and hand it to me. I did and told me to wait. She then went to her room and 2 minutes later came back with the open padlock. Now you can see I have the keys so now I want to see this chastity device on you. I started to strip and she kept asking if I was sure about this and did she need to do anything. I kept assuring her it was fine and no she did not have to do a thing. Once naked she turned to me and said do I want to do anything before it goes away. My heart was racing and my mind went blank, I just said I need to get it on quick before I get to hard or change my mind. I put the belt around my waist and she passed the underside between my legs to me. Within a few seconds my cock was in the tube and my balls were through the hole just below. I could feel my cock start to harden as I put the left side over the tab for the padlock. I then pulled the right side over and slid it over the tab. While holding it she slipped the padlock through the hole, sat back and said are you sure you want this. Let me look this over. She then pulled, turned me around and bent me over and said so this is where you poop and you have to sit to pee, right? Yes. Ok I will ask you one last time if this is what you want? Yes this what I want, I said. Right, she said, stand in front of me, hands behind your back, last chance… before I could open my mouth she snapped the lock shut. Got you, she smiled, and I get to say when you get out as you forgot to ask. You see I have been reading up online about this and the best way is to get them locked before a time limit can be set, then it becomes the keyholder’s decision, you might regret this before long. She then grabbed my balls and said these are mine also and I expect then to get real full, and she gave them a firm squeeze. I let out a sharp breath. She let go and said get dressed we can go for a meal and a movie, your treat to me. Everything was fine until it was time for me to leave. Work the next day and a 3 hour drive home. As we kissed goodbye she placed her hand on the device, all mine she said, I like that idea. She then placed a sealed envelope in my pocket. Be sure to call me when you get back, but I know you will. The drive home was fine but I needed to go to the toilet as soon as I walked in. Then it sunk in, sitting to pee, every time. I cleaned myself up and called her to say I was home. She then showed how into this she was by saying stay on the phone as I bring myself off. An hour later she had finished and had told me to call her tomorrow. There I was in chastity, with a woman over 3 hours away with the only keys, but then I remembered there was a third key I had held back in an emergency. It was in ice in my freezer, so would defrost in about 2 hours and the I could masturbate myself to sleep. The time seemed to take for ever but I got the key. Time for release, I put the key in but it would not turn. I tried over and over again still it would not turn. I then remembered the envelope she had given me. I opened it and 2 keys were inside with a card saying, I am returning your keys and as you should have found out they don’t fit your padlock. I checked online and I found out that type is issued with 3 keys, so I purchased my own so I have all 3 to the one you are wearing. Let this be your first lesson, do not try me. I want to do this for you and you will follow my rules. The first rule is from now on no male underwear ever. You might have to buy pads to help with the leaks. Now call me and say thank you for being such a great keyholder. My face dropped, this is it, for real. All I can say is be careful what you wish for.
Summary – You are house-sitting
for some friends on the Chesapeake Bay in the middle of a hurricane.
Unbeknownst to you, you’re not alone. Takes place immediately following the
events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
Warnings – Blood,
angst, and bondage
Word Count – 1,450
Notes – Writing
these suspenseful, angsty fics always gets my emotions running high! I’m terrified for her and I know what’s going
to happen!! Anyway, enjoy and as always,
I appreciate all of your feedback and questions!!!
You’d just laid back down when you heard another noise from
downstairs. Scared that one of the
windows had broken, you grabbed the flashlight and crept down the stairs.
As far as you could see, none of the windows looked broken, but it
wasn’t until you were at the bottom of the stairs that you realized that the
back door was standing wide open. You
thought back to this afternoon, but you couldn’t remember if you’d locked it or
not. Deciding that you’d simply
forgotten and that the wind had blown it open, you walked over and closed it,
turning the lock.
You were just about to turn back around when a hand clamped down hard
over your mouth. You felt the sting of a
blade nicking the sensitive skin under your jaw as your head was pulled
back. You dropped the flashlight and as
it spun around on the hardwood floors, you could just make out a reflection in
the window before you. The sight of a
man, dressed all in black, with long wet hair hanging down in his bruised and
battered face and a cold, dead look in his eyes had you trembling in terror.
“Don’t scream,” he whispered in your ear as your whole body
started shaking in terror.
You started to shake your head, but the knife at your throat
reminded you to keep still. “I…I won’t.”
Steve Rogers x Reader, Peggy Carter (mentioned)
Nothing much, swearing, violence, angst
Summary: You are Captain America’s girlfriend and you find that you will always
be compared to a certain piece of Steve’s past.
Word Count: 1562
A/N: This was really bad and Steve’s a bit of a dick tbh but I can see
where they’re both coming from… this is dedicated to my favourite, the steve to my bucky @sickplanets <3 I am open to do a part two!!!
You got any headcanons about the Shimada Bro's s/o meeting or playing with their noodle dragons?
~I love the noodle dragons so much. They’re so derpy.
The first time he showed them to you, you were expecting the giant dragons he always used in battle. You were a little nervous about it because you knew how important it was that they accepted you. These little noodle creatures are not what you were expecting.
The moment Genji finally introduces you to them, they love you completely. You don’t know that the dragons are an extension of their master’s true self and Genji doesn’t tell you because he’s embarrassed by how clingy the dragons are with you. They love to wrap around your waist like belts and just move around the house with you. When you do find out that they’re an extension of his love for you, you couldn’t be happier.
They’re so affectionate with you, Genji starts getting a little jealous. You get caught in the middle of a Dragon vs. Ninja Cyborg affection triangle. They’re fighting over you constantly and you’re just trying to keep up. As much as you love all the attention, you eventually have to sit them both down and tell them to stop.
When Genji goes on really long missions, he leaves a dragon with you. It keeps you company until he gets back. Its like having a part of him with you always. It makes you happy.
The first time you met the dragons had been a total accident. Hanzo had been otherwise preoccupied and let the dragons roam free when suddenly he remembered that you were also in the house. He looked for you and found you, arm out reaching to touch them. He was just about to stop you when the dragons rested their heads against your hand and curled around you. He was shocked.
When you learn that the dragons are an extension of their master’s true self, you realize just how touch starved Hanzo is. The dragons are constantly around you hugging you, begging to be touched. You just can’t say no to them. Some nights, you wake up with them curled on your chest and you just hold them closer. You get into the habit of holding Hanzo more too. He doesn’t say much about the change but you can tell he’s happier.
“They’re cats.” “They’re not cats. They’re majestic beasts that should be feared.” “If they knock over glasses like cats, if they hiss like cats, if they wake up in the middle of the night to go running around the house for no reason like cats, They’re cats.” “My dragons are not cats.”
He gets upset when you pull out a laser pointer. The first time you’d done it had been as a joke but when the dragons actually started chasing it, it made your day. You started buying all kinds of cat toys for them to play with.
Shownu joined the business out of necessity, he had been friends with Wonho for many years but never actually considered it a viable career till he was in major debt. In fear of losing his apartment he called up his friend and asked him what were the requirements; after a week of auditions he’d been accepted as one of the few call boys who weren’t hired out for “companionship” - but more for lap dances or as a high class escort. He found that he enjoyed it after a while, even though the first week had been exhausting, sometimes working over 50 hours a week, he realized that he had skills that men and women alike both sought out.
Shownu was highly charismatic, people enjoyed talking to him and women loved having him on their arm for the night. When it came down to the more raunchy side of the business his expectations were instantly risen - he didn’t have sex with clients who hadn’t reserved him less than five times - meaning they were extremely wealthy and wouldn’t skimp out on paying for his companionship services. To say he was a bit shallow when it came to who he slept with, was an understatement, he didn’t serve older men or older women as it just wasn’t his style. Most of his clients were between the ages of 20 to 40, and most of them were women with an itch only he could scratch.
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“All I’m saying is; Maybe you should stop flirting with other girls! At least when you’re on a fucking date with your girlfriend!” You yelled, your hands clenched into fists from the fury you were feeling, to your bones. “I wasn’t flirting with you for fucks sake Y/N!” Jimin yelled. You were both in the kitchen, the only light coming from the cooking canopy. You were dressed in a silk black dress, your jewelry hanging loosely on your chest, your earrings swinging back and forth. Jimin, standing only with a couple inches taller than you, dressed in his suit. His face was red and a thin layer of sweat tickling on his forehead. “Oh so you just randomly kiss other girls’ hands? Laugh at every fucking thing that leaves their mouths?” You were out of breath “Fuck you Jimin!” His eyes widened, and he stepped closer to you.
“Say that one more fucking time” His voice was cold as ice. Your mouth was shut, as tears began forming in your eyes. But you wouldn’t let him see you cry. “You’re so full of yourself, Jimin. You shouldn’t flirt with others while you have a girlfriend. Show at least some respect” You shot back, your chest rising and falling in an agile pace. “You’re just so damn clingy!” He raised his voice even more. You saw nothing but fury in his eyes, making a strike of fear run down your spine. “I hate how you completely steal my friends! And how I need to let you meet the person, before I can even think about befriending them! I just really hate you sometimes” You were startled to say the least. You knew that you at times, could get overprotective, but he was out of hand tonight, and you couldn’t be blamed.
Your bottled up emotions, got to the best of you, and your knees gave in under you, your tears falling freely, ruining your mascara and the eyeshadow you’d spent a handful of hours on. But you didn’t care. All you could think of, was his words that kept replaying in your head; “I just really hate you someti-” your cries were louder than your thoughts. “Y/N, please don’t cry” You came back to reality. Jimin’s arms were holding on to your shaking body, his head in the crook of your neck. You felt wetness staining your neck, letting you know that he was crying too. “Don’t cry” He whispered again, rocking you back and forth. “I’m sorry I said that. I was so mean and-” A sob escaped his plump lips, startling the both of you. “I was caught up in the moment. B-baby please don’t” Words were leaving his mouth like a waterfall. “Don’t cry” He repeated. His voice was cracking and hoarse from the crying he’d done.
You shifted in your bed, the sunlight blinding you. Sitting up, you pulled the silk sheets closer to your naked body, feeling slightly colder. You looked down at Jimin, who was beside you. Lips apart with hair falling over his closed eyes, he looked ‘fuckable’. The thought sent a smile to your lips. The smile was replaced with a frown as your mind wandered to the incident, just a few days back. Sure, you and Jimin had made up, but his sour words still haunted your mind. Shaking your head, you decided to push the thoughts away. “Jimin” You whispered. Your head was so close to his, you could hear his breathing. You placed your hands on his chest, the sheets falling down, exposing the top half of your naked body. He groaned, his morning voice making it sound a hundred times better, as his eyes fluttered open. He looked at your face, and then his eyes began traveling down your body. He got up, resting on his elbows, his eyes fixed on your boobs. “Y/N, wha-?” You captured his lips with yours, not wanting to talk, you didn’t need to talk. You held onto his face, caressing his cheek with your thumb, as you deepened the kiss. Jimin pulled away, breathing heavily. His lips were a bright pink and swollen with your love. You smiled at the picture in front of you. Jimin ran his fingers through your hair. “Shouldn’t we get up?” You asked, your voice low and tired. You leaned against his chest, still straddling him, letting him wrap his arms around you. “We should” He chuckled, caressing your back. He patted your butt through the silk fabric and slowly got up, hands on the back of your thighs. “Mhm, Jimin” You closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder as he lifted you up and placed you on the end of the bed. He picked his dress shirt, from a couple of days ago, and handed it to you. You placed the shirt next to you on the bed, not wanting to wear any of his clothes anymore. You knew deep down, that it was silly to hold onto stupid words, but they still haunted you. And you didn’t want to seem like that kind of girlfriend.
You quickly took your silk robe from the hook near your closet, and tightened the belt around your waist. “Let’s get some breakfast” You smiled sourly as you walked past Jimin, heading for the kitchen.
“Y/N! Want to come with?” You looked up from the couch. Namjoon was curiously looking at you, from where he was in front of the front door. He was waiting for Jimin to get ready. You guys had planned for you to come with too, but you had declined kindly, saying you weren’t feeling well, when Jungkook asked you for the hundredth time, why you decided not to come with. You had thought a lot about what Jimin had thrown at you, a couple of weeks ago, and you decided that it was for the best, to just not go.
“Bye Y/N!” Jimin yelled after you, as they closed their door, probably running to the car, where the other boys were. There you were alone, for the first time in a while. You couldn’t tell if you were comfortable with the thick silence. You’d been used to being either with Jimin or the other boys for so long, that the silence of the secret loneliness, had become an unfamiliar feeling. “Yah, don’t be stupid” you scolded yourself as your mind wandered the wrong way. “He loves you” You assured yourself, not quite believing your own words.
A door slamming, woke you up from your deep sleep. You placed your phone on the coffee table and sat up, rubbing your eyes. “Hey baby” Jimin said, as he sat down beside you. He was wearing a denim jacket, actually the one you’d bought for him as a birthday gift. “Hey” You said, getting up from the couch to go make some tea. You felt your back aching and tried to lift your shirt up, to massage yourself, but forgot that you were wearing one of your tight shirts today, making the action impossible. You’d been so used to wearing your boyfriend’s clothes, that it had felt like your own. Jimin walked into the kitchen and stood behind you, rubbing your belly through the tight fabric. “I’m going out tonight” He said as he placed a gentle kiss on your neck. “Okay, that’s fine” You simply answered, his voice replaying in your head, over and over. He pulled his arms from around your waist and turned you around. “What?” He asked, a smile playing on his plump lips. “I said okay?” You chuckled, and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Oh?” He seemed surprised, searching your eyes for an answer for your obvious strange behaviour. You smiled reassuringly at him before turning around, pretending to be too busy with your tea.
You kissed him bye at about 9 PM, again chuckling at him, pointing out that you were acting strange. You shook your head at the boy as you closed the door in his face, trying to get rid of him before hurrying into the living room. Turning on your TV, you found your favorite drama. It was actually Jimin who got you into watching drama. You would always watch it on saturday nights, or any days when he had a day off. Those were the good times, where there were no fights. No other girls, no jealousy. You’d thought about breaks, or maybe even breaking up, and a while back, you’d shared your thoughts with Jimin, but that didn’t result in anything but tears and pleas for you to stay with him till the day you took your last breath on this World, and even *after* that.
You did love Jimin. With every atom of your body, and every second of your existence you fell even more in love with him. No argument on that point. But sometimes, holding on can cause more pain than letting go. But you were not mentally nor physically prepared to loose Jimin, not now, not ever. And that was crystal clear to you.
“Y/N” Jimin was standing in the door to the living room, looking at you with red eyes and ruffled hair. “Yes?” You asked, standing up. He fell into your arms, which made you fall down on the couch. “Did you have a good time?” You asked, running your fingers through his locks, feeling him relax under your touch. “Y/N” He whispered and lifted his head to look at you. You could now see how red and puffy his eyes were. Had he been crying? “Have you been crying babe?” You asked, a frown forming on your lips. He nodded silently before burying his head in the crook of your neck. “Hey hey, Jimin. What’s going on?” You asked, your voice below a whisper as you rocked back and forth. “I’m just” He gasped for air “So sorry” He wiggled out of your grasp and sat beside you, holding onto your hands. “I’m so sorry for the things I said that night. They haven’t left my mind, and they haven’t left yours either. You talk in your sleep sometimes” He lowered his eyes, not daring to look into your eyes, that were brimming with tears. “But I’m sorry. I was so stupid for saying that shit, a-and *of course* I’ve noticed how you’ve retreated yourself from me *and* the boys. But Y/N please, please, don’t change because of the stupid things I said. They were out of line and not near the truth!” “Breathe Jimin” You said, caressing his cheek as you watched him, struggling to get everything said, like he was trying to escape from something. “I just, I love when you wear my things, I love when you’re overprotective, I love you so much” He finished, his cheeks damp from the crying he’d done. You sniffled and pulled him into your arms. “It’s okay now Jimin” “I forgive you baby boy” You said, meaning it in every bone of your body.