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where-fantasy-meets-reality · 11 months

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“Reflections of a Distant Past” Chapter 5

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Pairing: Ben Kenobi x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 8.3K

Warnings: mentions of a car crash and parental death.

A/N: ITS FINALLY DATE NIGHT! writing this chapter and diving into each character's backstory a bit more was enjoyable and I can’t wait to continue developing these characters further. Lots planned in this slow burn. As always thanks for supporting and enjoy. Feel free to comment your thoughts and reactions as I always enjoy reading them and if you want to be added to the tag list just let me know.

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Whether it was the intense anticipation of a date with Ben or just the busy life of adulting (or a bit of both) the half-a-week went by at light speed.

Somehow time had kicked into hyperdrive and the hours between your lazy Sat. superhero movie session and Wed.’s date night had blurred by.

Even when you woke up this morning you felt like you needed to calm yourself because you had all day to get through before you could genuinely get overly excited about what the night would bring.

Ahsoka hadn’t helped to curb your excitement when you picked up your coffee this morning.

“So what are you wearing tonight?!” She exclaimed as you approached the counter. Giving you a once over, she pursed her lips. “Please tell me it isn’t that…..His favorite color is blue, so you should start with that.”

Rolling your eyes, you placed your purse on the counter. “Good morning to you as well Ahsoka, I’m doing fine thanks. I’d like a dirty chi latte today please…and don’t hate on my work clothes, I apologize for my ballgown being in the shop getting pressed.”

Without missing a beat or turning to look over her shoulder at you, Ahsoka sassed you back as she made your order. “Oh no, a ballgown is far too formal for Ben….something much more casual will do, a ballgown might scare him off….No, I’d say stick with something blue for good luck…..or a soft rose color…maybe yellow, you look good in those colors….”

She placed the latte down in front of you. “....What about that blue long-sleeve top you have, the thin one with the crew neck? It’s really soft. That one is good, it can get cold at night this time of year so it should be comfortable, and it can be dressed up or down….pair that with a nice pair of jeans and those chunky black heels you have….or maybe those nude ankle-strap heels that you have…”

Your mouth hung open, interrupting her. “Jeez Ahsoka, have you memorized my closet?”

Ignoring you, she studied your face. “Definitely freshen up your makeup….maybe re-do your eyes in a softer brown, they bring out the warmer tones of your eyes.”

Throwing the cash on the counter, you picked up your purse and the latte. “Bye Ahsoka, keep the change and consider it your tip for the fashion advice.”

She smiled brightly. “Thanks…Just so you know, he is really excited…he hasn’t stopped smiling since you said yes.”

Stopping, you turned around. “Really?”

The young girl with large eyes and blue-striped hair smiled. “Yup. I think he really likes you….Just relax and be yourself. She punched something in the cash register and the drawer popped open. “…Good luck Em!” She shouted as pushed the cash draw close.

That little last bit made up for the harassment about the makeup and the clothes. You knew she meant it all in good fun….but it still made you nervous.

Unannounced to her, you really liked Ben too. And despite only having been texting him for less than a full week….You had done the one thing that you told yourself not to and that was to develop full-fledged feelings before you even went on a date.

It may just be a casual dinner, but there was a lot riding on the small talk at the dinner table.

Still, if Ben was excited, then maybe everything would be alright.

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You were standing in front of your bedroom mirror, turning and eyeing yourself as you did any last-minute fixes or outfit changes.

You would never let her know it, but you had done everything Ashoka had suggested. The more you thought about it, her suggestions were spot on…and if she knew what he liked, why not take advantage of the advice?

The thing long sleeve dark blue shirt had paired nicely with a pair of straight-leg jeans and you had opted for the pair of ankle-strapped nude heels that Ahsoka had suggested.

Your makeup, however, changed. You had washed your day look off and opted for a more subtle and natural look this evening. A soft brown lipstick and some light brown eyeshadow and black mascara were enough…no sense in overdoing it.

Your dark brown hair was down with a nice headband that allowed your hair to flow down your shoulders and fame your face.

Turning to Coal, who sitting like a hen in the middle of your bed, you twirled and asked his opinion. Sadly though, the grumpy old cat seemed less than impressed and just stared at you blankly.

“Wow, tough crowd.” You murmured as you turned back to the mirror. “Well…I like it. I feel comfortable, confident, and ready��.If Ben does’nt like it then that’s too bad.”

Before you could pretend to believe that statement or not, not the confident and comfortable part, that part was true; it was the part about it being too bad if Ben disagreed, the doorbell rang.

Looking at the clock on the nightstand, the green, large numbers glowed brightly. 7:00.

“Mr. Perfect is punctual too….”

Talking one last twirl in the mirror, you let out a short breath. You grabbed your small evening bag and slung it over your shoulder. “Bye Coal.”

But Coal ignored you.

The walk from your bedroom to the front door seemed a lot shorter than it should have, but as you were gripping the handle of the door, you took a deep centering breath.

Opening the door, you didn’t know Ben could further surprise you…but he did.

Ben Kenobi stood in front of you with a singular red rose in his hand. He wore dark jeans, camel-colored dress shoes, a white button-down shirt, and a navy blazer that made his gorgeous cerulean eyes stand out against the black of night. His strawberry blond hair and beard were trimmed and styled neatly.

He just stared at you, like you were him.

Holding out the Rose towards you, he was the first to break the silence. “Emma…You look absolutely beautiful.”

Blushing, you took it. “Thank you. Come inside while I put this in some water.”

Standing aside and holding the door open wider, you allowed him entry into your home.

“Thank you,” Ben murmured with a tight head nod.

He stood at the entry and looked around, or at least that’s what you noticed as you darted to the kitchen to grab a small vase.

“Your house... It is quite charming and cozy…very nice.”

“Thank you!” You called out over the sound of the water coming from the faucet.

Placing the singular rose hastily into the vase, you put it on the counter and shut the lights off as you darted back to the front entryway.

Ben was standing with his hands held behind his back. “You have a cat too…a long-haired one…right?”

You winced at his recognition. “Yeah sorry…I groom him regularly but the fur is so much work for me to keep up with.”

Looking alarmed, his eye grew as his eyebrows shot to his hairline. “No! Please don’t miss understand me, your house is quite clean…I was merely referring to his scent…had I not smelled him, I would hardly know you had one.”

Tilting your head at him, your eyes narrowed in confusion. “That’s odd…I didn’t think Cole had a smell…I must just be immune to it, as I said I do attempt to keep him clean but he always makes such a fuss.”

He suddenly stiffened. “Ah….Well….I’ve always been known to have a sensitive nose and good senses…”

Judging his behavior, and what you had known about him prior to this, you came to the conclusion that he became nervous or put off very easily. You bit the inside of your lip hoping this wouldn’t become a problem in the long run…if there was a long run…

Not wanting the evening to start off wrongly before it even started, you changed the subject.

“That’s good to know…Remind me to take you candle shopping when Bath and Body Works has their half-off sale…”

He relaxed visibly and smiled. “Padme.. my roommate’s wife says I pick out all the best ones.”

“I wouldn’t doubt it.”

The tension left his shoulders and he extended his elbow out to you, an opportunity for you to link arms with him. “Shall we?”

Linking arms with him, you noticed that even though the blazar, his skin ran hot again like that day in the shop.

“Never mind candle shopping, remind me to take this guy with me when I go sledding or ice skating.”

Outwardly, all you said was, “So…where are we going?” as you locked the front door to the house.

“I thought I’d take you to this place in town, it is a little whole-in-the-wall bistro called “Angelina’s”....I’ve been there before and they have a large menu with the best comfort food….I thought it suitable for the evening.”

Stepping into him, you looked up at him. “That sounds wonderful…I have always wanted to go there and have good things about the food.”

A small gust of wind blew a stray piece of hair in your eyes, but before you could do anything to move it back, Ben gently tucked the stay piece of hair behind your ear. “Splendid.” He whispered as he looked at you.

Walking arm and arm down the steps toward the driveway, you started to slow down as you noticed his car.

It was nothing out of the ordinary. An average Honda Accord…..in a blue-gray color….the only striking thing about it was how new it was; it could only have been a year old.

Come to think of it, you had never even seen Ben behind the wheel of a car…he just always kind of…appeared.

But then again, you had never been outdoors when you had seen him, so that wasn’t a fair assumption to make.

Chuckling, he sensed your internal conversation. “Not what you were expecting? Padme drives a BMW, next time I could take that if you’d like?”

Quickly you turned to apologize to him, but he was wearing a smile that told you he was kidding. “...I know, no one ever suspects that this is my car….truthfully, it could be because I never pick them out. One of my roommates, Anakin, he’s a mechanic and I always just let him choose what car I drive because I do not care what I drive, and it’s fun for him. I give him a budget and just tell him not to pick any loud color like yellow or red…”

Stepping toward the car and unliking his arm so he could open the door for you. “This is his latest choice. It is quite comfortable too, drives nice….”

You gave him a bashful smile as you ducked your head to get into the car. “I agree, it’s a very nice car….I just had never given what you drove much thought so…it kind of took me by surprise….”

He just gave you a small chuckle as he closed the car door.

Walking briskly around the front of the car to the driver’s side, he seemed to be seated and seatbelted before you could blink….but that wouldn’t have been possible.

Boy…. if time was starting to blur that badly then you really must be nervous….

Taking a deep breath as the car backed out of the driveway, you scolded yourself for being this nervous. You were not 15 and this was not the first date you had ever been on. Granted…it had been a while…and the last time you went down this road, it hadn’t ended in the best way….but you could do better than the way you were acting.

As if Ben could sense your uneasiness, he started the conversation again.

“I apologize if I am quieter than usual…I find myself a bit nervous this evening.”

Finally relaxing, you couldn’t help but find his confession adorable. It had the desired effect of relaxing you (whether or not that was his intention), as you felt the tension and stress leave your shoulders.

“It’s okay, I…I too am a bit more nervous than I’d like to be.”

You weren’t looking at him, you just kept looking out the window. You were afraid that if you looked at him you would say something stupid.

“Well….then we’ll take things slow and go forward together so that we stay on the same page….” He turned to look at you briefly. “Sound fair?”

Glancing at him, you couldn’t help but smile. There was just something about him that put you at ease. You believed him when he said he wouldn’t rush things or make you feel pressured. “Sounds very fair.”

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Ben continued to put you at ease for the remainder of the ride. The ride to the restaurant had been filled with small talk. He also appeared to be a very good driver…very intuitive; he handled the car well and drove at reasonable speeds…not exactly at the speed limit, but 5 mph over never hurt anyone.

Topics such as the eventual start of term at his work, what classes he was teaching, any exciting book launches that you were looking forward to at the store, the inevitable change of season…Ben had said that he was looking forward to that one, fall was one of his favorites.

Angelinas was a quaint, charming little bistro. Dimly lit, small candles on every table and fairy lights lined the windows and wrapped their way around the room, adding to the aesthetic.

It may be summer, but nights in northern Vermont could get pretty chilly, so you were grateful to be sitting inside…and grateful that you had chosen the long-sleeve wardrobe option.

Ben was not kidding when he said that the menu was huge. Italian, French, and American comfort food options lined page after page of the menu. Everything sounded so good, you didn’t know what to choose.

You weren’t one of those girls who ordered something different on the first date to make an impression. Nothing against them, but you were the type of girl who ordered fries and actually ate them.

Ben had suggested getting an appetizer, and the two of you settled on an order of Eggplant fires; they were paired with this zesty lemon garlic aioli that was the perfect dipping sauce. Ahsoka had turned him onto them and now he couldn’t get enough of them. You were down to try anything once, culinary-wise, and to your delight, they were actually pretty good.

For your entrees, you had decided to order a classic comfort food; an order of chicken parm over a giant bed of pasta. Ben, on the other hand, had opted for the steak, a baked potato, and broccoli…not exactly comfort food but classic enough.

Now, you found yourself halfway through the meal, and no end in sight as far as the conversation is concerned. Thankfully, you had completely relaxed and let your walls down, and so it seemed had Ben.

“Okay…okay, so let me see if I can get this straight….Padme and Anakin are married, you met Anakin in college….and they adopted Ahsoka….but in a way, you did too…did I get that right?”

“Bravo.” He raised his wine glass towards you. “Well done…not many people get it that quickly.”

“And Anakin is a mechanic…he owns the garage on Tower Street…right?”

Ben’s eyes twinkled in the glow of the candlelight. “Right again….Anakin is an excellent mechanic…Although, he is equally good with computers, perhaps better. I keep telling him to sell the garage and go work for some computer company. Better pay, better hours, and a lot less grease….” He chuckled. “But he insists on the garage…he loves working with his hands and truthfully I think he’d become like a destructive toddler if he had to sit at a desk all day; working with his hands is good for him.”

“That's hysterical, but I know the feeling. I love owning the store and couldn’t imagine being strapped behind a desk all day.”

“How long have you owned the store?” Ben asked as he took a sip of his wine.

Titling your head to the side, you had to stop and think about that. “I’m not sure… definitely longer than five years…I didn’t open it right after college but it has been….oh…yeah probably about 6-7 years.”

“You said you went to college up here, correct?”

Nodding your head, you cut a piece of chicken. “Yes….I went to the state college and majored in English. That's where I met my best friend, Paisley. We were roommates freshman year and we’ve been inseparable ever since. When we graduated, I had only planned on staying for the summer but I ended up not having much of a reason to go back home…”

Swallowing the piece of broccoli, he lifted the napkin to his face to dab at his lips. “Why is that? A job offer?”

You stiffened. This was never a fun subject, but you had allowed the conversation to go this far knowing you would have to disclose the information…he would have to know eventually. “...No…that summer, I was just goofing off and working a crap job to hang around with friends and say goodbye to my college life, planned to leave in the fall… when….well….one day I got a phone call from a police officer saying that my parents had died….”

You reached out for your glass and took a sip of wine. Ben stiffened and his eyes widened as he watched you take a drink.

Swallowing quickly, you continued.

“... head-on collision…a driver from out of town had got on the highway exit ramp from the wrong direction and well….you can imagine what happened….”

Ben just continued to stare at you, his eyes almost hollow.

Very quickly though, grief filled them as his eyebrows furrowed. “Oh…Oh, Emma…I am so sorry….that is terrible, ghastly….How old were you?”

You swallowed your next sip of wine hard. “24.”

His jaw dropped open and his eyes seemed to be even more concerned than they were before.

“Yup…about 7 years ago last month….I was an only child…no grandparents around, no siblings….Aunts and Uncles on both sides who live out of town and I hardly saw them when I was a kid… I went home to bury them, sold the house, and then came right back here in an attempt to bury the pain and heal. I’ve never left since. Paisley was my rock during that time…”

Ben seemed to have recovered from the shock.

“I can imagine. That must have been devastating…to be on such a precipice of life…like getting ready to jump off of a cliff, take off and soar, a world full of possibilities… only to be yanked backward brutally by reality….Again, I am truly sorry.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you shook your head. You didn’t want to dwell on this too much and have it ruin the tone of the evening. It had been some time and if you were being honest, the pain had healed enough where you were usually okay to talk about it; but not tonight.

“Thank you Ben. But, it’s okay. They got to see me graduate and I had talked to them, ironically, that morning. We had a great relationship filled with beautiful memories…Most days I’ve accepted that this is reality now and I’m at peace with it…I don’t want to dwell on it too much tonight, so let us change the subject.…. How about you? Are you an only child?”

Ben took in a deep breath as if he was bracing himself for this topic. It just now occurred to you that his past might be just as tragic as yours. “No, I was the middle child. I had an older brother and a younger sister. My parents…well they were tough but they loved us…I guess you could consider them old-fashioned.”

Relaxing, you breathed out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in.

“That’s wonderful. Are you close with your siblings? Your parents?”

He pursed his lips. “My parents….well….I’m not sure if we were close…it was tough to explain…but my siblings…we were definitely close. My older brother, Michael… was one of my best friends, and my younger sister, Lillian…well she was adorable….I was always very protective of her and she loved to read, like you…”

You brightened. “That sounds like the type of sibling relationship I would want if I had siblings….what was her favorite book?”

Ben leaned forward, excited. “You know… surprisingly, it was “A Study in Scarlett.” She and I were constantly passing that book and forth when it came out….she was obsessed with it…”

Confusion…you must have not heard that incorrectly. “Ben…I think the wine is getting to me…I’m sorry but I think you said “when it came out”….that book was published in 1887…do you mean when the two of you got it as kids?”

His eyes clamped shut and you noticed his fist that was resting on the table ball up. He swallowed hard, taking a minute to visibly force himself to relax before his eyes opened.

Ben’s voice was strained when he spoke, his British accent thicker than usual.

“...Yes…forgive me, I believe the wine and the excitement are getting to me as well… yes, I mean when it came out…I think my mother must have gotten us a new edition from the bookstore at the time and we just poured ourselves over it….”

Not wanting to linger on the mess up, you chalked up to it him just being nervous and the wine; an honest mistake like he said. “How about Michale? Did he like to read?”

“He did. He used to pick up the copy and read it when my sister and I weren’t hogging it. But he was always working a lot of long hours, so he didn’t have as much free time as we did.”

“What does he do?”

“He was a banker…My father was a banker….In my family, it was customary that the oldest boy follows in the footsteps of his father, and thankfully Michael came first because I would go mad if I was a banker, not at all my idea of an enjoyable job…no, no I am all set…”

The two of you shared mutual laughter.

“Oh and history professor is much more invigorating,” you teased.

Ben’s mouth hung open in mock offense. “Now hang on there missy…I started out as a news reporter, thank you.”

You sat forward, a sudden excitement over you.

“Really?! What paper did you write for? And you refer to your siblings in the past tense, do you not see them anymore?”

Maybe it was the wine, or, maybe Ben wasn’t up to sharing as much information as he thought he was or he would like to. He had clamped his eyes shut again as if he was frustrated with himself or something was bothering him…like the questions you were asking him.

Sinking back in your chair, you didn’t like that he beat himself up so much and you didn’t want to push him into sharing anything that he didn’t want to, so you decided to back off…again.

“I’m sorry if my questions are too personal, we can change the subject and talk about something more general if you like.”

His ocean-colored eyes popped open. His usual calm and centered state returned. “No….it’s fine…Just…I understand where your coming from when you say it’s hard to talk about your parents…Sometimes this is hard for me to talk about my family and my past as well.”

Okay….maybe you did want to prod a little.

“Why is that?” Your voice was gentle.

A small frown quirked up in the corners of his mouth. But at least he wasn’t visibly shutting down or frustrated like he was before. “It was a very long time ago and…things just fell apart one day and changed drastically….I’m not sure what happened to any of them, I lost touch….”

Looking up at you, for a brief second, you could have sworn you saw a flash of gold in his very blue eyes….probably just the glow from the fairy lights and the wine messing with you again.

Reaching out, you laid your hand palm up on the table, a gesture of comfort toward him. You kept your voice low and soft. “I understand, truly….Still, that can’t be easy…for what it is worth, I am sorry….I’m glad you have your friends that you live with for support, no one deserves to be alone. If you ever need someone to talk to, I am here.”

He smiled, a soft, half-mouthed smile as he reached out and placed his hand in yours.

Ben’s skin was soft and warm. His hand’s hands were so much larger than yours…but you could have linked your hands with his forever…there was something magnetic about his touch. In addition to his skin being so soft and warm, his hands were…comfortable. Frim, but comforting.

He must have felt similar things because he gave your hand a soft squeeze as he curled his fingers around yours.

But, as quickly as it happened, it was over.

Your hand lying palm up on the table felt cold and vulnerable without his hand in yours. If you two were closer, you would have asked him to put his hand back, having missed his touch already.

“One hour at a time. Go slow, remember, stay on the same page Em.”

Attempting to get off the heavy topics, you shifted to a neutral territory as you sipped your wine. “So…has Ahsoka started considering college? She’s a junior right?”

Ben started bobbing his head. “Yes…she is a junior, where the time went I’m not sure, I feel like she’s growing up so fast….She does want to go to college, but I am not sure what for…” He chuckled lightly. “I’m not even sure she knows….Padme, Anakin’s wife, is always trying to get her to explore new ideas.”

“Really? What does Padme do?”

“She is a preschool teacher. She used to be a nurse at one point and she loves politics, but she switched careers and went into early childhood education….” He smiled fondly as if he could see something beyond you. “She loves children and she loves those kids she works with…she is an excellent teacher; patient, kind, and caring…they all love her.”

“It sounds like you have quite the group of amazing friends.”

“ I do…and…” he leaned in closer to you from across the table “...We put on a heck of thanksgiving….I’m just saying… it’s of legendary proportions.”

He winked playfully at you.

Covering your mouth to stifle your laughter and praying you didn’t snort, you tried to collect yourself. He had spoken with such seriousness that you thought he was going to say something else. When his tone didn’t match his words, it only added to the humor.

“Oh yeah, well here is hoping I’m still around by Thanksgiving….What about Christmas? I’m more of a Christmas gal personally…”

His eyes twinkled with enthusiasm. “Ah…Now see, whereas I leave Thanksgiving to my roommates…Christmas is MY thing…..I go all out for Christmas….We’ll have to introduce you to a Kenobi Christmas this year…” He winked at you again.

Lifting your wine glass, you tilted it towards him briefly, a cheeky grin on your face. “I’ll drink to that.”

Picking up his glass, he gently clanged it with yours. “Indeed.”

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Ben had insisted on ordering dessert.

“It’s part of the rules of a first date.” He had teased.

Not being able to choose, the two of you had decided to split a very large, but delicious piece of chocolate cake with a large scoop of cookies and cream ice cream (your choice) on the side.

The cake had been the epitome of comfort food. Four moist, rich layers of chocolate cake, with sweet, whipped chocolate frosting in between each layer and covering the whole outside.

You had barely made a dent in when Ben had announced that he was throwing in the towel and insisted that you take the rest home.

Now the two of you found yourself strolling through the night, linked arm and arm. Ben was carrying the desert bag, as he insisted that “a lady does not carry her own parcels.”

Angelina’s was in the older part of town where the stores, older houses, and duplexes were very close together. The streets were still made of cobblestones and the sidewalks were larger: the concrete had been poured during a time when people utilized the sidewalks as a necessary means of transportation.

The street lamps still looked old-fashioned, despite having been converted from gas lamps to electrical ones. It gave everything a charming feel and seemed to match the aesthetic inside Angelina’s as well.

There was a slight breeze, which normally would have made you chilly, but when linked arms with Ben, between the heat of his skin and your butterflies, you were anything but cold.

You two were walking together at a strolling pace, laughter, and joy radiating from the two of you.

“No….no….see, this what irritates me…They downplayed Vision in the movies so much…in the comic books Vision is so much more of a heavy hitter and force to be reckoned with.”

Even though you agreed with Ben, there was something about his British accent that just made everything he said seem more intelligent and correct.

“Yes! I agree…I mean we get a taste of it in some parts of the movies but they never really let him loose….”

Bed nodded vigorously. “I mean…all of the Avengers are forces to be reckoned with in their own way…and we get to see that in most cases, but It always bugged me that they did Vision like that…they did him “dirty” as Ahsoka would say.”

Looking at you, he quirked up an eyebrow. “Did I say that right? Is that how it goes? “Did him dirty” means to jip someone right?”

You giggled unapologetically.

“Yes…, that is how it goes, good job on picking up the lingo…and I agree, Vision deserves his justice.”

There was a gentle hum of the city that you swear on other nights was so much louder, but tonight everything seemed to be muted; everything but Ben. Ben was lively, bold, and comforting.

“Do you have any other tastes in film…or do you just restrict yourself to superheroes?” He teased.

“Haha…Well truthfully, it’s the book that’s the best version of any story”

His eyebrows rose as he nodded. “Hard to argue with that.”

“…But I enjoy all types of movies..drama, romance, comedy, period pieces, sci-fi..…even animated ones….”

He bobbed his head in thought.

“Well…” You started to speak again. “...that might be a lie….horror is out, no horror films…”

“Ah, got it. So animation in, horror out….”

Rolling your eyes, you jabbed him gently.

“Holy crap!… This man is all muscle. You would never know it….I mean you can tell he is in fantastic shape but… dang…I think I hurt myself on that jab, it certainly did not affect him.”

Good-naturedly, you rolled your eyes and huffed. “No…I mean some light suspense movies I do enjoy…but the real horror stuff, like the slasher and gore…or the dark-themed films, that’s not my thing. I don’t enjoy being scared and I can never understand why people pay to be scared. Oppositely, the reason I enjoy animated films is I think that they are beautiful…they usually have great scores, and good lyrics and the artwork is always breathtaking; its moving paintings that tell you a story.”

Ben stopped walking and looked at you, somewhat amused. “...I’ve never heard anyone describe an animated movie like that but I’d be hard-pressed to disagree with you…I always felt that the artwork was astonishing myself… especially in some of the older ones…with the newer ones, its art and technology working together and it is equally as amazing…but the hand-drawn stuff…”

His eyes really were blue….like unbelievably blue as you stared into them. They reminded you of the sky on a sunny day… you could easily get lost in his stare forever.

“Exactly.”

You were afraid to talk louder than a small murmur, afraid that it would disturb the flow of the night. Why you felt that way, you weren’t sure. The town around you was anything but quiet in reality, despite what you felt, and Ben was talking at the same volume he had been all night.

However, you were feeling enchanted by your date’s charm and charisma. He stared back at you and he felt his hand that had previously been linked with your wrap itself around your waist.

You breathed in and stepped closer to him, desperate for more contact. However, something had broken the trance between you two and Ben took a step back. Regaining composure, he linked arms with you again and restarted the stroll.

‘So movies, books…What about music?” You shifted topics.

“Music, I’m a bit pickier. Anything after the 1960s is not my interest. Anakin loves, like really loves 80’s rock….Padme is big into Jazz and swing…and oddly enough disco…I have no idea what Ahsoka listens to anymore, I can’t make sense of it…”

The two of you chuckled. “Typical teenager, my parents felt the same way when I was her age.”

That was your attempt to defend an innocent teenager and her, most likely, questionable taste in music.

“Sadly…but yeah….anything prior to 1960…Although…some 90’s stuff is really good…”

“Hey, that’s my music! I grew up in the 90s and 2000’s….But I guess I can share considering you’ve got good taste.” You teased.

Ben gave a gracious, exaggerated head nod. “Ever a gracious lady.”

Blushing, you tipped your head back at him.

“Well, we’re flip-flopped then. I will listen to literally any kind of music….jazz, classical, rock, hip-hop, pop, rap, country….as long as the music is going, I’m in…whereas you, Mr.1960, clearly are pickier…”

Ben bobbed his head. “Whereas I will watch just about any film or television show…and you…well, like I said…animation in, horror out…”

He nudged you teasingly with his elbow.

Your head few back as your eyes squeezed shut in exasperation. Ben, however, was amused, his light laughter telling you so.

“I am never going to live that down am I?” You sighed.

“Nope.”

The two of you walked, continuing the causal conversation as the two of you continued to learn all about each other.

Ben’s favorite season was fall. His favorite color was blue. His job as a reporter had been a natural path to his job now as a history professor. He learned to play piano as a child. He had a best friend named Charlie growing up.

You both loved chocolate. He couldn’t begin to understand why your favorite season was summer. You also loved piano music. You both loved animals. He was not surprised that your favorite flowers were roses.

“Typical.” He snorted.

“What do you mean typical?!” You shrieked in mock offense.

“Girls always like roses. What about tulips, hydrangeas….orchids? There are so many gorgeous flowers in the world and everyone picks roses.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a classic. I bet I can still surprise you though.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Purple roses are my favorite roses….yellow daffodils are my second favorite flower.”

He smiled. “Okay…you’re redeemed. I don’t believe I’ve heard anyone say purple roses were their favorite. And daffodils are a wonderful choice, not typically what people choose and much more original.”

As you nodded your head in agreement, a small yawn escaped your lips. “Ooo I’m sorry.”

Stopping, he looked suddenly protective of you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kept you out so late. I can take you home if you’d like.”

Putting a hand on his forearm, he softened. “It’s okay Ben…I’m a big girl, if I wanted to go home I would have told you so.”

Giving you a bashful smile, he tilted his head. “I apologize. I just want to make sure I am making a good impression…It’s bad manners for a gentleman to keep a lady out later than she’d prefer to be on the first date.”

“Well, lucky for you….You’ve made quite a good impression…So, I wouldn’t stress…but I do apologize, as much fun as I am having, I am getting sleepy.”

Unlinking his arms with you, he wrapped them around you instead, resting his hand on the small of your back, Ben closed the distance between the two of you so that your noses were almost touching…almost.

“Well…if I want to keep myself in your good graces, I should be getting you home then…It wouldn’t be proper for me to let you fall asleep in the middle of the street.”

Butterflies erupted throughout your veins, his velvety voice crisp with his British accent almost sent you weak at the knees.

He was so beautiful…better looking than any other guy you had dated…He was kind, intelligent, charming…well mannered.

Gosh, you were falling so hard for him.

Sometimes it felt like he was from a different time. The way he approached relationships and dating…the way he acted and spoke….How he carried himself, he wasn’t like other men. Especially the men you had dated.

Some of the things he did and said should have sent red flags, but they didn’t. He didn’t feel dangerous. He felt safe.

If he thought he would fall off your good graces by keeping you out late, then he was even more of a keeper than you originally thought.

Jokingly, you bumped your nose against him. “I’ll let you off the hook this time. But next time you will lose points if I yawn and I am not home.”

He bumped his nose back with you and smiled.

Stepping back, he linked arms with you again and pointed in the direction of the restaurant that you had eaten at earlier, where the car was parked. “Your carriage awaits my darling.”

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The car ride home was quiet but pleasant. You cursed the fact that you were tiered; you wished this date could have just kept going. Not even in a promiscuous way…you were just generally sad to leave his side. Being sleepy made you feel like you were wasting an opportunity for valuable bonding time.

Pulling into your driveway, he turned the car off. Like earlier, he was around the car and opening your door before you had even unbuckled yourself. You must have been really tired.

Helping you out of the car, he walked you to your door.

Getting your keys out of your purse, you turned to address him from the front steps. “I had a really wonderful time this evening.”

Ben smiled brightly. “I did as well, thank you for a wonderful evening….” He suddenly became shy. “If it is alright with you, I would very much like to take you out again.”

“Absolutely.” You didn’t hesitate, and the confidence in your voice made him smile warmly.

“This time you pick the time and place. I’m still off for the summer, so my schedule is wide open…”

“How about coffee one evening? I have to go inside and look at my schedule but I can text you and let you know, maybe this weekend?”

He smiled, eyes practically glowing.

“It’s a date.”

You stared at him, lingering on your front doorstep, not wanting to say goodbye. You wanted to pull him inside and snuggle into him forever.

Ben pursed his lips, sensing the lingering awkwardness. “I apologize, I’m out of practice on current dating trends…and I do not usually kiss on the first date…”

Not being able to help it, you snorted. “It’s okay, I don’t either…I just don’t want to go inside and say goodbye yet.”

He relaxed. “A comprise then?” One of his eyebrows arched.

You nodded your head, curious.

Ben climbed the two steps of your front porch so he was higher than you. He placed his hands on your forearms, holding you firmly but gently, close to him.

“Don’t move.” He whispered.

As he leaned in, you couldn’t help but close your eyes. You felt his warm, full lips softly touch your forehead in a gentle kiss.

Breaking away, he didn’t back away fully from you. Your body felt as if thousands of volts of electricity were flowing through you, your heart beating widely. Desire and longing spiked within you.

Closing his eyes, he squared his jaw.

“May I hug you?” His voice was low and hushed.

“Please do.” You panted.

Receiving his advances eagerly, you hugged him back, practically throwing your arms tightly around him and burying yourself into the crook of his neck unapologetically. You felt his arms come around, equally as tightly. He held you to him.

Ben smelt like a combination of musk, sandalwood, and spice. The heat that came from his abnormally warm skin surrounded you and made you sigh in comfort, adding to the flaring emotions you were feeling.

Originally, you had feared that you would have made Ben feel uncomfortable or put him off. Instead, he wrapped you securely in his arms and held you tight.

You could have stayed there all night. You had fallen so hard and so fast that it normally would have bothered you how much you had fallen for him….but you couldn’t care at this point. You felt so safe, so wanted when he hugged you like this or even just the way he looked at you made you feel like you were worth your weight in gold.

“Good night Emma.” He whispered as he let go of you.

Closing your eyes, you nodded. Turning and putting the key into the lock, you turned it and opened the door. “Thank you, Ben, for a really amazing time…and good night.”

Ben waited till you went inside. As you leaned against the door inside your house, you heard him walk back to his car. Eventually, it turned on and pulled out of the driveway.

Only then did it feel like it was possible to breathe again.

You walked into your bedroom and plopped down on your bed and stared up at the ceiling.

How was this happening?

This type of romance was only something you had ever thought existed in movies or books. There was no way you were this lucky.

Part of you, the pessimistic and cynical part of you, was waiting for the “other shoe to fall.”

Because, as cynicism loved to remind you, there was no way that Ben could be as perfect as he appeared to be. He had to have some major flaw or secrete that hadn’t been exposed yet.

Staring up at the ceiling and watching the fan spin round and round, you recalled how he seems to get frustrated easily….and that he doesn’t like to talk about himself.

….But that wasn’t so bad…..right?

It’s okay if he didn’t like to overshare things about himself, some people are just privet… especially at first. There was no guarantee that this was going to work out and that you two would officially date.

So maybe he was just being cautious? In case things didn’t work out.

“Don’t cover up the red flags just because you really like him. Being humble or even shy about oneself is possible….but he gets downright angry when he talks about himself.”

Maybe you could bring it up to him. Sometimes people do not realize that they are doing things that they are.

Sighing loudly in the silent room, you realized that if things did go badly at this point, or if they just didn’t work out, you were going to get your heart broken.

It wasn’t supposed to happen that way…but it did. You had fallen for Mr. Wonderful despite your constant reminder not to do so…

Deciding that there wasn’t much you were able to do about it tonight, other than the daydreaming that you were most likely going to be doing about him until the next date.

After you showered and toweled dried your hair, you padded your way across the house to get a glass of water before bed.

As you passed through the hall, you noticed that one of the photos on your gallery wall was crooked.

One of your few prized possessions in your house was your gallery wall full of family photos. Even though you hadn’t known your aunts and uncles super well, you had fond memories of your grandparents on both sides when you were kids. Your parents had been close to their siblings growing up, so there was no bad blood. When your parents died, you gathered all the family photos around their house and took them back home with you. Now they and the rest of your family were always with you.

Photos of aunts and uncles, cousins, grandparents, big family gatherings, photos of your parents at various sporting events, graduations, romantic dates, and birthday parties. Even a picture or two of you and Paisly had even made its way to the wall. After all, at this point, she was family.

You even had a photo go your great, great, great grandparents (or however many generations ago it was) from the turn of the 20th century. It was an old family photo that just kept getting passed down from one generation to the next, and you weren’t one to break tradition.

That was the one that was crooked… as if someone had brushed by it and moved it accidentally.

Fixing it, you couldn’t help but marvel at how remarkably well-preserved the photo was for being over 100 years.

Your great-ish Grandmother had been a beautiful lady, elegant and kind-looking. Your grandfather looked kind and dressed well in the photo, but expressionless like all the men in his generation….

While they didn’t look as if they were madly in love, they definitely looked like they liked each other, unlike most marriages in those days, which were either out of obligation or out of being promised (an arranged marriage).

In this particular photo, they hadn’t been too old….if you remember correctly it had taken a few years before the first world war…1912 if you remember what your mom had said correctly.

No, there was definitely a smile between them and warmth in their eyes. They made you smile.

Steeping back, you took in the whole gallery as one, making sure no other pictures were out of place or titled.

A high-pitched “meow” that was more like a “raw” sound. Coal came out of the living room, stretched, and eyed you with an expression that said “And where have you been?”

Full of sass, you resumed your walk to the kitchen as you addressed him.

“I’m sorry warden sir, but I am home by a reasonable hour….and my date was a perfect gentleman mind you, so I’ll have none of your backtalk thank you.”

Coal just looked up at you unamused, his usual condescending look.

Rolling your eyes, you chuckled. “Come on grumpy. Let us go to bed.”

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The spinning cleaning fan in your room created a nice airflow, keeping the room at a pleasant temperature. Normally the summer nights were humid, but you were the type of sleeper who had to snuggle under some kind of blanket no matter what the season was, and this bedroom fan allowed you to burrow under your covers even on the hottest of nights. Even though tonight wasn’t cold, Ben had given you plenty to feel warm about.

Plugging your phone into the charger on your nightside table, you set your alarm for the morning.

Opening the sounds app, you selected a rainy city as your soundscape.

You couldn’t ever fall asleep to nothing. Some nights you played soft instrumental music, other nights you listened to white noise. Tonight, you choose a rainy urban city, filled with the sounds of thunder, pelting rain, and the hum of car motors as they drove about the city.

Snuggling under the bed sheet, finally comfortable, you sighed deeply. Tonight had been absolutely, incredibly wonderful. Ben was just the type of guy you had imagined him to be…but somehow better.

What made your heart soar, even more, was that he clearly seemed to be interested in you as well.

Earlier, you had promised each other that you would go slow.

Relationships had left you with a bad taste in your mouth, especially after your last one, and you had sworn you wouldn’t ever jump head-first into another one again.

But this was different….Ben was different.

Your eyes kept fluttering open and closed as you remembered how his blue eyes sparkled in the moonlight under the warm glow of the old-fashioned street lamps. How warm he was as he escorted you around town…The way his large hands delicately held yours…..his perfect smile, his charming laugh….that delicious accent that you could listen to forever….

Yup….all bets were off at this point. There was no going back. You were truly and utterly in love with Ben Kenobi.

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newyorkchainsawmassacre · 4 months

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The new faces of GeneCo: The discovery of LJ and Luci Largo

Chapter 5

Once Luci got into the house, she was greeted by the scratchy, chain-smoking voice of Lorrel. "Who the hell was that?". She asked skeptically. "No one you need to know about". Luci sassed as she tried to get back to her room. But, before she could Lorrel snatched her by the arm.

"Hey!, you don't get to disrespect me you little bitch. Now look, I don't need random people popping around my orphanage because you were too stupid to know not to accept rides from strangers". Lorrel complained. "Now get up stairs!". She commanded.

Luci snatched away from Lorrel and went upstairs. She came into the room filled with rage, as much rage as an 11 year old body could hold that is, as she ripped off her coat.

"Hey where's the fire?". LJ voice rang shocking her. She was getting really sick of being jump scared. "Please never do that again". Luci responded in annoyance. "Sorry, hey what were you and Lorrel arguing about this time?". He asked. "How could you hear us from all the way down stairs?". She questioned.

"Lorrel's screeching is audible from the moon, it's kinda hard not to hear her". LJ explained. Luci did laugh at that. "But seriously, what happened?". He asked. "You might not believe me when I tell you". Luci said. "Oh please, it can't be that extreme". LJ tried to reason.

"Rotti Largo gave me a ride home". Luci blerted out quickly. She watched LJ's expression change from calm to complete shock. "That is a little extreme". LJ responded.

Luci then proceeded to tell LJ the events of her night at a speed so fast he could barely understand her. "Ok so clarification, you had just finished cleaning a headstone when The Rotti Largo randomly appeared, then Lorrel messaged you and he offered to have his driver take you home, which you accepted". LJ explained.

Luci nodded as she finished putting rollers in her hair. "Yep". "I'm gonna need a few hours of sleep to process that, goodnight". LJ said as he buried himself in his covers. Luci moved to turn off the light. "Goodnight". She said quietly.

The next day came in the form of a GENtern screaming at the top of her lungs in fear. "I NEED A NEW FUCKING SHIRT". A male voice shouted. Luigi was not having a good morning, then again when did he ever have a good morning. He felt the need to get out of the GeneCo tower, which is what he did, after he got his shirt.

LJ woke up at around 10:45 AM. He had to get to the tattoo shop, he looked to his sister and noticed she was still asleep. He figured it was best not to wake her up, she would know where he was. As he walked onto the street he kept thinking about what Luci had told him last night.

He was in such a deep thought he didn't notice the man in a pinstripe suit walking in the opposite direction towards him.

Luigi collided with something and his anger spiked, he reach for his knife as he turned around. "Hey, sorry 'bout that Mr. Largo". A voice rang. Luigi looked back, it was just a kid. He calmed down a bit. "Just watch where your going next time, aren't you supposed to be in school?". He asked, not really knowing why he cared.

"I don't go to school, I work in the tattoo shop". LJ said quickly, not really understanding why the eldest Largo child was talking to him. The man looked at him confused but didn't question further. "Alright, pay more attention on the street next time, okay?". Luigi told him. "Okay". LJ nodded.

Luigi nodded and walked away. What kind of asshat parents let their kid 'work' in a tattoo shop instead of being in school?

LJ attempted to figure out what just happened but remembered he had to be at work. He wondered what Luci would think when he told her what happened.

When Luci woke up, she could tell something was wrong. Nothing seemed different around her, other than the fact that everything looked even more blurry, but still something didn't feel right.

She immediately went to check her and LJ's money stash. She moved the small bookshelf next to the window, moved a deliberately placed poster that revealed a large hole in the wall, and pulled out an empty jar.

She threw the jar onto the floor. She immediately stormed her way to Lorrel's room but found it locked.

She banged at the door, loud enough you could hear it across the house.

Lorrel could hear sound coming from her bedroom door from inside the passage way. "Looks like you have company". Graverobber said counting the money she had just handed him. "Fuck that, gimme my hit already!". Lorrel demanded. He rolled his eyes as he reached for his zydrate gun. He placed it against her neck and the gun went off.

She quickly retreated back into the room and closed the door the the passage way and attempted to place her mirror in front of it. Ironically that was the moment the zydrate started to take effect. The mirror was slanted enough you could tell the door was there but she wasn't able to care.

She staggered to the door as Luci continued to slam on it. "What do you want, brat?". Lorrel slurred as she opened the door. "Where the hell is my money!". Luci shouted. "What the fuck are you talking about?". Lorrel asked getting sick of this conversation.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about". Luci yelled, then she noticed Lorrel swaying a little, similarly to how she had seen Amber Sweet sway after her encounter with Graverobber. "Oh my god, your high! Your using our money on zydrate! Are you kidding me!". Luci exclaimed.

"Shut up, you don't know what your talking about and even if you did, you live in my house, anything in this house belongs to me, including whatever money you make. Now get out of my face". Lorrel commanded before slamming the door.

"URRRG!". Luci growled in frustration. She immediately got changed, and stormed out of the house not wanting to be in the same house as Lorrel. She had to message her brother.

LJ was in the middle of sweeping when his watch went off. "Hey Luci, what's up?". "She stole our money". Luci responded menacingly. "What?". LJ responded, internal alarms activated. "That bitch Lorrel stole our money and used it to buy street zydrate". Luci said voice starting to shake.

"I'll be there as soon as possible". LJ said, but Luci refused. "No, stay, we need the money anyway". She said before abruptly ending the call. "Luci?, you still there?". LJ asked before turning off his watch and going back to sweeping as he thought of a way to make this situation better.

Rotti watched the cemetery from his office through the security cameras. He noticed a familiar shape coming into view. He saw the little girl from the night before sit on the steps in front of Marni's grave. She appeared to be distressed as she buried her face in her hands. His heart broke for the little girl.

Rotti soon heard his youngest son come up from the elevator. "Hello-a papa". Pavi greeted. "What do you need now, Pavi". Rotti asked. "I come to show the the Pavi's new face, isn't it bellissimo". Pavi asked waiting for his father's approval. "Yes, Pavi it's very nice". Rotti responded. Luigi then also entered the office.

"Hey clear out shit brain, I need to talk to pops". Luigi said to his brother. "Papa is already-a busy with the Pavi. Brother can pester-a him some other-a time". Pavi said antagonizing his brother. "I told you to leave, asshole". Luigi said menacingly.

They continued to argue, seemingly forgetting their father was in the room, much to Rotti's irritation. He was sick of his offspring acting like toddlers. He was then reminded of an actual child who seemed to be having a bad day and decided to leave his office.

His sons didn't notice he was gone until his driver was already half way to the cemetery.

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kohakuarisaka · 3 years

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Untamed (chapter 5 of 5)

Takami Keigo x (fem!)Reader

[ SUMMARY ] Every year, without fail, Hawks went into a rut: when autumn began, and then again in early spring. He would honker down up north in a secluded cabin. For the first time, he brought you with him.

[ WARNINGS ] R18+ for graphic sexual content and language. Non-canon compliant: Hawks’ quirk does not work like this. Reader is a hero that works at Hawks agency. Pre-existing relationship. Reader is a female with female genitalia. Feral behavior. Rutting. Biting. Spanking. Slight BDSM. Consensual sex. Wing kink. Oral sex. Romantic relationship.

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It was dark by the time you woke, that much was clear since Hawks had pulled the curtains back and the only source of light was coming from the fireplace. Your chest, facing the fire, felt warm; but, your back, despite being wrapped in blankets, felt bare and cold.

Hawks was no longer nuzzled in the assortment of bedding with you, and while that shouldn't have mattered to you that much, it strangely did. You felt a tinge of anxiety as you sat up; but, then, you spotted him, or more accurately his wings, as he was fumbling around with something in the kitchen.

He had seen or felt you stirring, that much was clear when Hawks came speeding around into the living room with a water bottle in hand. His hair was a scraggly mess and he was naked, glistening with various fluids and clearly very unwashed.

"Here," he offered, slinking back into the mess of sheets and pillows.

You chugged half the water bottle down, parting with a sigh and watched Hawks hastily gulp down what was left before carelessly tossing the bottle away. It didn't land on the ground, zipped away and tossed in the trash by one of his feathers.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

One of his hands caressed the side of your neck, fingers wrapped loosely around the back and thumb prodding at your jaw. He turned your head slightly one way, then the next, examining you.

His concerned tone and the worry etched all over his face, along with his examination, had you frowning. Annoyance surfaced at Hawks behaving as if he had something wrong or even hurt you.

"Why wouldn't I be?" you asked bluntly, not bothering to mask the irritation in your tone.

His eyebrows lowered slightly and his lips puckered into a pout. However, there was some ease on his face, pleased to know you hadn't lost your wits or bite. That was always a good sign.

"You know why," he uttered lowly.

"It was so horrible. That's why I begged you to keep going," you replied dryly.

It was worth the sass to watch his cheeks darken just a little bit. Hawks was very rarely the kind of get shy; but, he had exposed a very hidden part of himself to you, something dark and feral that wasn't exactly good for a pro hero, or any person for that matter.

"Keigo," you uttered, shifting your tone to something gentler. "I really did enjoy it. It didn't hurt or anything. You just wore me out, and - aheh - that was a new record for us, yeah?"

His frown slowly shifted into a faint smile. "A record for me," he uttered, shifting his gaze away. "But, I didn't get you there nearly as much."

"Come on, you know it's not that easy; and, it's not like it didn't feel good - every second of it," you protested, hand landing on his chest, right over his heart.

Hawks' skin felt sticky, no doubt with your combined sweat and possibly other fluids. But, you didn't dare retreat, staring at him with dedication until he finally looked back at you.

"How was it for you?" you asked sincerely. "Was it good - was I good?"

Hawks' eyes lit up as if he couldn't believe you had to even ask.

"Holy fu-" he breathed. "I didn't wanna make you worry or anything, so I didn't say it; but, alone, I wouldn't, y'know, masturbate. Just-" He paused to take a deep breath. "-week long stiffy."

He paused again to let out a brief, debilitating laugh. You, however, weren't laughing, frowning at the winged hero.

"So, I wasn't sure what to expect," he continued. "With you here and - well, you know, so I could-"

Hawks paused, leaning in to kiss you in an attempt to wipe the sour look off your face and to get himself to stop blabbering on senselessly.

"But, babe," he continued hastily, "goddamn, you were so, so good. Never felt so satisfied in my fucking life."

For a man who was always so secretive, always wearing a mask, the truth sounded so good on his lips, like he couldn't wait to tell you, like the weight of the world just lifted off his shoulders. He was wearing a small smile, eyes wrinkled at the corners, with a faint red tint on his cheeks.

"You satisfy me, too, y'know?" you whispered softly. "Always. So, I - I'm happy that I can give you that, too."

"Oh, babe," Hawks replied, matching your tone, albeit more sweetly. "This isn't new. You always make me feel so good. That's why I always come back, begging for more."

"Begging, huh? That's an option?" you teased hoarsely, leaning in to peck at the corner of his lips.

Hawks smiled, turning his head to kiss you properly, parting with a wet smack after a few seconds.

"If it's what you want?" he offered, whispering against your lips. "Me begging? Dirty girl."

You laughed softly at his teasing. If you were being honest with yourself, you were enraptured at the mere mental image, not that Hawks was too above getting on his knees for you, typically to reach your sex with his mouth. He didn't mind doing it on concrete, either, especially after a patrol, with his jumpsuit clinging to his sweaty body.

"Could I beg for something right now?" you asked softly.

"'course, babe," Hawks replied, his smile unwavering.

"Can I take a shower?" you muttered.

His brow lifted, eyes widening almost comically, and he flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah - yeah - you don't have to ask - oh - ohhh - I kinda growled at you huh-" Hawks cut off with nervous laughter, one of his hands flying up to push sweaty hair out of his face.

"You know," you began, voice a little hoarse, "you could do that outside of your rut, too?"

Hawks licked his lips before they curled into a grin. "Yeah? You like that? I can do that. Whatever you want," he replied suavely, as if you had just given him permission to do something quite dastardly.

"Ugh-" he stammered, charmed expression immediately shifting into something adorably nervous. "Before you - can I - can I look?"

To make his point clearer, Hawks slowly pulled the blanket off your body, sliding it away from your legs until you were nude to the air inside the cabin. His hands touched your knees but didn't pry them apart. Instead, you opened your legs for him, feeling a flush of nervousness as something very wet gushed from your folds, the hypersensitivity making the feeling intensified.

Hawks looked down, cheeks red and eyes comically wide; instead of following his gaze, you watched him, intrigued by the expression he was wearing. If you were being honest, it looked like the face a child made the first time they came across porn on the internet.

"Oh," he blurted dumbly.

If he didn't look so damn cute, you probably would have smacked him. It was embarrassing, if the mess looked how it felt, which it did. Hawks could see thick globs of his seed oozing from your cunt, like something out of a porno and not reality.

He swallowed loudly, resisting the urge to use his fingers to smear it all over your sex.

"Keigo?" you uttered, catching his attention suddenly.

"Sorry," he replied hoarsely. "That's really fucking hot."

His bold statement had your heart thundering with praise. However, as much as he might have enjoyed the sight of his seed dripping out of you, you were quite over it. That must have been written all over your face, for the winged hero flushed nervously.

"I'll - ugh - get you to the - the shower," Hawks stammered, standing up and carefully bringing you with him.

You didn't protest when you lifted you into his arms and carried you across the cabin, heading for the bathroom. More oozed out when he set you on your feet, and Hawks paused to stare, watching a heavy droplet slide down your inner thigh.

You dramatically cleared your throat and Hawks jolted as if you had slapped him. He staggered away, leaning into the shower to turn the nozzle. He remained standing nearby, one hand under the running water to check the temperature.

After a minute or so, and some fiddling with the knob, he pulled his hand away.

"There, scalding, just how you like it," he teased.

"Oh, shut up," you huffed harmlessly, carefully stepping past him to enter the shower.

You were surprised when he followed in after you, not because you were discomforted by his accompaniment, but because you were surprised you both managed to fit. The shower was clearly not made for couples. It made you wonder if Hawks ever expected to have someone else here with him.

Hawks carefully slid into the spot behind you as the warm water gently pummeled your front, soaking your hair and washing away the sweat. He tucked his wings in tight against his back to avoid smacking the walls and waited for his turn under the stream.

However, that thought died when he caught the sight of your back, littered with pink bruises and two large marks the shape of his teeth. Without thinking, he arched over you to kiss at the bite marks he had left over your shoulders and upper back. You whined at the sudden touch and the slight pain that blossomed on the bruised skin.

"Sorry," Hawks uttered sharply and suddenly, reeling back so quickly that he smacked into the wall, as if he had lost control for a moment.

"I should leave-" he choked out, pushing the sliding door to the shower back open.

You sharply turned around to stop him. As you took in the sight of him, you realized that he was hard again, which was likely what prompted his retreat. Well, it was an attempted retreat anyway, for you grabbed at his arm, stopping him halfway out.

"Keigo, it's okay," you uttered softly, pulling him back into the shower.

He looked comically terrified as you dragged him back into the stall and under the flowing current of the shower head. His hands smacked onto the wall and his feet skidded against the tiles as he tried not to collide with you. His wings shuddered behind him, feathers trying to remain tucked in tight against his back, resisting the urge to flex out.

"Can you be gentle?" you asked, in less of a questioning tone, and more of a guiding one.

You could see the fear melt away and unbridled, raw passion began to glow in his gold eyes.

"Fuck - really? Y-yeah," he breathed.

His tone, so grateful, so happy, tugged at your heartstrings and made your clit throb faintly between your legs. You were ashamed to think that you could still get aroused after such an eventful morning. Yet, you had no doubt, he could easily slip in right now without any preparation. It was an exciting thought.

You turned around slowly, folded your arms against the wall and laid your cheek against them, before propping up on your toes, presenting to him. Hawks braced an arm on the wall with a sudden smack that startled you. He let out a low exhale, and you wondered if he nearly fell over.

"Fuck," he sighed, confirming that suspicion. "I really - really gotta make it up to you," he uttered, hands slowly sliding over your plump hips.

"Nothing to make up," you protested softly. "'m enjoying myself, too."

He didn't pull or move you, but brought himself in. You felt the tops of his thighs against the back of yours, his knees getting knocking against you, toes curling where they touched your own feet.

You weren't surprised at how easily he slipped in. Hawks, however, clearly was, for he whined like an injured pup, and you felt his head fall forward and collide with your back. A drawn-out shudder ran through him, from head to toe, and you felt every inch of it.

"Ohhhh fuck," he groaned into your skin. He leaned back enough to kiss at one of your bruises. "No more bites," he promised. "Just - mmm-" he cut off and you felt the heat of his tongue lapping at the bite marks while he grumbled out a please hum.

Instead of one of his feathers, a long, calloused digit dipped between your folds to flick back and forth at your pearl in long strokes, forcing a pleased whine from deep in your throat.

As you requested, he set a steady pace, just enough force to be enjoyable, but not anything like this morning. Like this, he reached that perfect spot that made you keen. He seemed to be enjoying the drag well enough, if his soft moans and huffed exhales were anything to go by.

"That's perfect," you sobbed, nails scratching against the wall tiles.

"Yeah?" he uttered hopefully.

His boyish tone caught you a little off guard, not that it was unwanted. He seemed excited at the thought of getting you to come. It was hardly a priority for you most of the time. It felt good and that was all that mattered; Hawks, however, was a man on a mission.

"Like that?" he groaned, right into your ear.

He didn't change anything, but desired the confirmation that he was doing it right.

"Yes, Keigo," you uttered weakly. Immediately, you changed your mind. "No - harder," you added on insistently.

He obeyed, delivering a little more force to the movement of his hips, and then, it really was perfect. You pushed back against the wall, legs straining to keep yourself upright, to meet his thrusts, to keep him at that perfect angle. You threatened to fall when your orgasm hit you, but Hawks had an arm wrapped around your waist in record time.

Your combined screams echoed in the tiny shower stall, and you realized faintly that he was coming, too. His wings unconsciously jutted out and smacked the wall. Hawks, however, couldn't be bothered to care, and kept thrusting into you until every drop was spent.

You tilted your head back and he lowered his, meeting you in a sloppy kiss that was mostly tongue and teeth. His cock softened, surprisingly, and popped free, leading you to wonder if you had finally exhausted him, at least for today.

The pleased, blissed out look on his face was something downright pornographic, but beautiful as ever. Even when you turned your head away from the kiss, he lingered, lips brushing your cheek. His tongue darted out to taste your skin, and you growled.

"Guh - stop that," you scolded him, arm shifting back and threatening to elbow him.

He didn't apologize, unsurprisingly, but he did stop.

Hawks reached up, uttering, "the shower head detaches", and pulled it down to make his point. Sure enough, it extended with a metallic sound as the internal hose dragged.

"Actually," you uttered. "You said you'll make it up to me?"

Hawks hummed agreeingly.

"Clean me," you demanded softly.

He chuckled into the space above your shoulder, whispering, "yes, ma'am."

In the days that followed, Hawks bent you over the chabudai, propped you up on the counter tops in the kitchen, against the door when you threatened to step outside without him. You were almost embarrassed to admit that his angered state had aroused you senselessly.

On one of the warmer days, he took you outside, held you up against a tree with your legs wrapped around his waist, and fucked you until you forgot how cold it was. At some point, his momentum had become too feverous, and knocked some snow off the tree, which coated the both of you.

Together, you melted the snow off in front of the fireplace. He stared at you, then, as if he couldn't believe you were real. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, as he wondered if this was a fever dream and not reality.

"Birdie, talk to me," you asked, breaking him out of his stupor.

"I'm just so happy," he answered, looking a little weak, for just a moment.

"Me, too," you whispered, feeling him fold over you, bringing you into an embrace, before his wings followed, wrapping around you like a crimson blanket.

When the final day came, you spent the morning cleaning the cabin together, just the same as you did when you first arrived. Hawks cleared the ashes out of the fireplace while you dusted. He put covered the furniture, using his wings to gain some height to make it easier, while you folded the freshly washed bedding and tucked it away in the chest upstairs.

He looked like a new man, if you were being honest. His feathers were bright and shiny, elegantly draped behind him in their neat assembly of twin wings. His skin practically glowed and his eyes were sharp. There was bounce in his step and he was practically buzzing with energy. You couldn't help but feel smug at the sight. His rut was ending well satisfied for the first time in his entire life-

-because of you.

When everything was done, Hawks suddenly descended upon you, arms winding around your waist and lips assaulting your cheek in feathery kisses.

You giggled at the onslaught, ceasing when he whispered into your ear, "one last time? -before the taxi arrives?"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes a little, scolding harmlessly, "horny bird."

"Ahuh," he agreed with a smirk.

You pushed against him until he let out go and glanced around the room, debating on what position and location suited your fancy. Hawks watched silently, intrigued and excited, as you walked around the cabin. He followed, hot on your heels, reaching for you every time you paused only to be shrugged off.

Luckily, it didn't take you long to choose a spot, grab Hawks by the arm, and drag him. He didn't have to be told twice, and pinned you there, leaning over you predatorily. Limbs tangled and lips met in a hurry to have each other one more time before you were whisked back to your hero lives.

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0097linersb · 3 years

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Pink Lemonade

CHAPTER 1

Pairings: Jaemin x Renjun x Haechan x Jeno x Mark x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Humor (I guess), Slow burn af

Summary: The dreamies decide to spend some weeks at an Inn in the middle of the nature to relax and enjoy some outdoor adventures, far away from their crazy idol life. What they didn’t expect was the nice girl running said Inn.

Word count: 3k

You should read the intro first so this story makes sense <3

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A/N: Honestly guys this fic will probably be long and detaild af ‘cause I’m using it as a distraction from real life lol guess who just finished their engagement. If u would like it to be more straightforward and go right to the fun parts let me know, I’d really like some opinions! Also, it’s like 2 AM so I’ll proofread it tomorrow

As you woke up the next day, you were not shocked to find that the boys were not up yet. Last night you were surprised to come downstairs to an already fully cleaned kitchen and as much as it made you embarrassed, it also made you immensely grateful. You thanked them and told them to stop being so nice and doing your job for you, to which Mark only responded that seven guys could be really messy sometimes.

You had given them the folders that informed all the activities the Inn (well, you) offered and the ones they could book in the city a few minutes away, it made you smile at how excited they got reading the paper and planning their days. Haechan was already asking if they could go stargazing that same night but the rest of them groaned saying they were way too tired to move after the long trip (and you felt bad once again for having them clean the kitchen).

Everyone eventually agreed on a time for breakfast and you were just sure they wouldn’t wake up that early by the dark circles under their eyes and, turns out you were right. They did go to sleep pretty early the other night, showering after the meal you had and just going straight to bed.

You lazily stretched as you left your room with Koda and Kenai tracing after you, to find a very much awake Jaemin sitting on the living room’s couch holding a cup.

“Good morning, did you make coffee?” You yawned at the boy, scolding Koda so he would get off the couch.

“Good morning. Yeah, sorry for taking the liberty, I really needed to wake up,” He smiled at you, petting your disobedient dog with his free hand so he could get distracted from the way your shirt had ridden up. Damn morning horniness.

“It’s ok, smells good. Are the rest of the boys awake?”

“Nop, and probably won’t be for a while. I know we agreed on going to the lake at 8 but everyone’s dead, I can wake them up if-“

“No, it’s ok,” You laughed. “I imagined this would happen, not a fan of waking up early myself.”

“Oh, you can go back to sleep if you want, I can knock when everyone starts waking up.”

“Don’t worry. You just really made me want some coffee.”

“I left it downstairs, I can go get you a cup.”

“Jaemin, we’re playing opposites here, don’t make me feel useless,” You joked, already making your way to the stairs, missing how the man stared at your legs in your little pajama shorts. “Plus, I need to take the boys on a walk before they become too fidgety.”

“Can I come with?”

“Of course.”

Jaemin was quick to stand up and follow you downstairs, where you quickly poured yourself a cup of coffee and opened the door, the dogs running past you excitedly. You silently lead the way out of your property and into the unpaved road, warming your hands with the coffee mug – The days were hot but the nights and early mornings could be quite chilly, especially with all the trees surrounding you and blocking the sunshine from reaching you.

“Do they sleep with you?” Jaemin asked, pointing at the dogs who were sniffing around the bushes on the side of the road, like they didn’t do this same route every day.

“Sometimes, they often prefer to stay outside, lots of animals to chase when I’m not there to scream at them.”

“They don’t wear leashes?”

“No need to, there’s barely people here and they are really well-behaved. I trained them well, Koda just gets a little bold when we have new guests over,” You smiled, remembering not even 5 minutes ago said dog was trying to get on Jaemin’s lap on the couch. “Do you like tangerines?”

The boy looked at you confused but nodded.

“Wait a second,” You asked before leaving him, walking off the road and into the trees. After a minute or so, you were back, throwing one of the orange fruits at Jaemin. “I steal them from the neighbors sometimes.”

“Will we get in trouble?” He asked but was already peeling the tangerine with his hands.

“Nah, they are never here. These would just rot.”

“Seems only fair then.”

You walked for another few minutes in silence, eating happily as you appreciated the sound of your feet crushing the small rocks on the floor.

“Ok, tangerines do not go well with coffee,” You make a face after eating half of your fruit, only now stopping to pay attention to the actual taste in your mouth.

Jaemin laughs at you before putting his last slice into his mouth, “Cute.”

“There’s nothing cute about this flavor.”

“Didn’t bother me,” He shrugged, smiling down at you.

Damn that boy was too attractive for his own good. You meant, all of them were.

It was just unfair, really.

The two of you talked a bit more until you hit the end of the road and then made your way back, it was a light-hearted comfortable conversation and you liked the way it made you feel warm inside. You learnt that Jaemin likes to photograph stuff and you asked him to take lots of pictures during their stay so you could use them on the Inn’s social media, telling him you shared that hobby with him. You then started a discussion about digital vs. film photography, in which you two clearly didn’t agree on, but it kept you entertained for a long time.

“Listen, technology evolved to this point to make life comfortable and easier for a reason!” Jaemin whined as you two were entering your property once again. “Is there something worse than developing your pictures only to find out your film was ruined?”

“That’s the thrill of it!” You exasperated.

“I call that heartbreak.”

“It’s a raw form of art for the strong hearted,” You sigh dramatically, opening the door for the man.

After your half an hour walk, as you got back home, only Renjun was up, pouring himself some coffee and looking super sleepy.

“Good morning, slept well?” You asked as Jaemin made his way to sit down on the table after getting Renjun to pour him some more coffee.

“Yeah, this is the first time I dreamt in months,” He smiled at you but his eyes were still half closed. Like you, Renjun was still in his pajamas, light sweatpants and a wrinkled white t-shirt.

“Do you guys want to eat something before breakfast?” You asked, not knowing how long they would have to wait for the others.

“It’s ok,” Jaemin answered.

“If you change your mind just let me know,” You smiled, wondering on what to do now, since you had already prepared the food for today last night and didn’t have any other chores until everyone was up so you could make their beds.

You figured the boys would drink their coffees and go talk or lay down in the hammocks, maybe even try to nap a bit but you were proven wrong when Renjun pointed at the end of the table suddenly excited, “Are those cards?”

“Yeah.”

“Can we play?”

“Of course.”

The man was quick to pick up the little box and sit down across the table from Jaemin, who tapped the place next to him before you had the chance to leave. You happily took on the offer, content with finally spending some fun time with people your age. No, scratch that: Attractive men your age.

“Let’s play Rummy!” Renjun suggested, the sleepiness leaving his body at the simple thought.

“I have no idea how to play that,” You informed.

“It’s ok, I’ll teach you. Come closer,” Jaemin smiled at you and you obeyed, heart beating fast at your thighs suddenly touching. What were you? 12?

The game was way too complicated for your morning brain to understand so you basically just watched the boys play, giving your input here and there.

“Jaemin, here!” You excitedly pointed at one of the cards he was holding.

“Oh, I had missed that, smart girl,” He smiled at you, patting your thigh as a thank you or maybe a praise, making your heart almost leave your body through your mouth.

Freaking pet names dude.

After an hour or so playing, Jeno and Haechan appeared already fully clothed and awake. The second boy gave you and Jaemin a weird look, noticing how the boy’s right hand was just casually resting on your thigh. At some point it just happened and it felt comfortable (if you ignored your blood pumping through your body twice the normal speed, of course), it had been months since you had flirted with someone and you were enjoying the touch fully, thoughts of being professional nowhere to be found.

You greeted the boys and they sat down too, informing Mark and Chenle would be down in a second and Jisung would just skip breakfast to sleep. You decided then to get up and leave them to chat as you went into the pantry to organize the food you had prepared yesterday, into the baskets.

“Dude,” Haechan whispered to Jaemin.

Just by looking at the boy, Jaemin already knew what he wanted to comment on so he just, “Don’t.”

“Game on, bro.”

“What? This is not a game, we were just-“

“I said game on, bro.”

Jaemin sighed and gave up, knowing Haechan was just joking and being annoying as usual.

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After all the men (minus Jisung) were downstairs and ready to go, you guided them down to the lake, setting up one of those cliché plaid towels for everyone to sit on. As you and Mark organized the foods around, you smiled at the others running around the grass and taking pictures, impressed at the view. The lake really was pretty and your property had a privileged clearing to sit down and enjoy it.

“I would love to say they are normally not this energetic,” Mark smiled at you, placing the bowl with the grapes and strawberries down. “But I’d be lying.”

“It’s refreshing, I rarely deal with people my age around here. We didn’t add bingo to the activities’ folder for no reason.”

“There are no clubs or bars around here?”

“The biggest city around has barely 2.000 habitants so I’ll say no to that. Although this region is becoming really famous for the ecotourism these days, they opened a nice pub for the tourists like last month but there’s only ever people during the weekends.”

“Well, if you ever go to Seoul, let me take you out,” Mark offered before realizing what he had said and stiffening, cheeks going red like the watermelon juice in your hands. “I mean, like, to show you the places and-“

“That sounds fun,” You smiled at him, deciding to end his misery right from the start. He was cute. “Boys, the food is ready.”

Jeno excitedly dropped Haechan down (who he was holding for a picture) and ran over, leaving a very whiny boy on the floor. Jaemin took a picture of that and soon enough, everyone was sitting down on the picnic clot.

“Wow, it looks like we’re in a movie,” Renjun awed, looking around.

It really did, that’s why you liked bringing the guests to this spot on their first day. After everything was set, the scenery resembled a Renaissance painting and you loved it. It was a bit hotter than normally since it was a few hours later then the time the guests usually have breakfast, but the gentle breeze of the wind was enough to not make it unbearable.

The meal was fun, the boys made you feel so comfortable that it felt like you have known each other for a longer time than the actual truth. You all chatted, joked around and posed for pictures with the food. You had brought your analog camera just to tease Jaemin, asking him to take a picture with it for you.

“How do you want it?” The boy groaned, pretending to be annoyed.

“Here, I have an idea,” Haechan shared, excitedly, holding up one of the strawberries from the bowl in front of your face. “Bite it on the side.”

You accepted the advice confused, not understanding where he was trying to go with it but excited, you loved a good old-fashioned improvised picture. Jaemin pointed the camera at you and counted to three, and you smiled around the strawberry when on the count of one, Haechan bit on the other side of the strawberry and looked at you cross-eyed. After you saw the flash of the camera going off, you decided to take a big bite of the strawberry to play around with Haechan but apparently the boy had the same idea and your lips ended up touching, slightly. Since when has your life become a cliché teenage movie?

You quickly took the stem of the fruit from between your mouths, pulling away from the boy to tease him, “Damn. Didn’t even buy me dinner first.”

The others joined in on teasing Haechan but the man simply winked at you, “Would be my pleasure.”

You didn’t even have time to giggle before the other men pretended to puke and Renjun legit slapped Haechan.

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The boys decided to not do any activities that day because Jisung would simply not wake up and after a while waiting, Chenle decided to join him on the hibernation. It made you feel sad for them, that their days were so busy and tiring that at the first sight of some time off, they would sleep for hours and hours to make up for it.

The rest of you decided to play some volleyball in the parking lot (which was not the best idea considering it was noon). As expected by the almost 40 degrees climate, one by one, every single boy started taking off their shirts, body dripping and glistening with sweat and you just felt in heaven. This could just not be real, you even looked around for cameras, scenes like that just didn’t happen in real life. One hot shirtless guy was the acceptable quota for normality.

But also, you didn’t miss the way they looked at you in your little shorts and top (equal rights after all). It made you feel powerful even though you knew it was just their hormones talking, yours were screaming too after all. If it was already like that on their second day here, you couldn’t imagine how you would survive for the next few weeks, you just wanted to cry every time Jeno (who was on your team) approached you to celebrate when either of you scored, high-fiving you with his huge arms (you would die a happy woman if you were choked by them).

After the game was over, the boys decided to go swim on the lake to cool off and you figured it would be a good time to shower and organize their beds, which you quickly did before starting to make some lunch for everyone. The youngest ones of the group didn’t even wake up to eat so you decided to leave them some food in the microwave in case they got hungry in the afternoon.

Unfortunately the Wi-Fi was being annoying as usual and refused to work, so you couldn’t even google about the boys yet, the curiosity was almost killing you. Maybe it was better like that, right now you were just seeing them as 7 young men living their normal lives and you liked it, it kept you from being nervous at the fact they were probably some big stars that had the world at their feet – They all just seemed so chill sprawled around the living room floor playing the bingo you had joked about earlier, it was hard to believe they probably had hoards of screaming girls around them daily.

They thanked you for cleaning their rooms and told you that you didn’t have to, which technically you did, considering it was literally your job and the whole reason you were there.

You could be wrong, considering you have known them for barely 2 days, but you quickly noticed some little things about them: Like how Jaemin liked to touch you, even if it was just a light brush of his hand on your arm (in his defense, he was touchy with everyone, but when he touched you, it just lingered for a bit longer), or how Haechan liked to playfully flirt with you, that boy just had no shame and you admired him for that. You saw how Renjun often stared at you but when you looked at him, he looked away (which could mean either he was shy or he just didn’t like you very much), but at least he was more subtle about it, as opposite to Mark, who became a blushing mess every time you caught his eyes (and you just wanted to squeeze him). You realized Jeno was a manlier guy, you hadn’t gotten what his deal was yet but you loved the way his eyes disappeared when he smiled and that was enough for you.

It was funny, really, how everyone decided to ignore the tension in the air and go on with the day normally – You did only meet the day before after all.

After getting bored with bingo, the boys told you they planned on going water skiing tomorrow and you agreed happily, telling them you could have a little barbecue party in the camping next to the docks where your parents kept the Inn’s water sports gears, which got them even more excited.

“Can we go camping too?” Jeno asked, receiving a groan from Haechan. Classic city boy.

“Like at night?” You asked and Jeno nodded. “Yeah, actually the stars here are crazy pretty since there’s no light pollution.”

“See?” The boy told Haechan excitedly, who only sighed, accepting his fate.

Barbecue, bonfire, alcohol and a beautiful sky: You were a city girl too but you were also a sucker for a good camping night.

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pinkishfilter · 3 years

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Used (Jungkook x Reader)

You had finally told Jungkook how you felt even though you were supposed to be friends with benefits and after everything shattered.

(A/N: I hope you like this story! The entire time I was writing it I was thinking it was a bit like the other one I wrote last week. Anyway, enjoy!)

Warnings: Sexual content and references.

Genre: Angst & smut.

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Why did he break your heart? What did you do to deserve this pain?

The relationship was supposed to be sex only. But feelings got in the way. Jungkook wasn't happy about that, so he left you with a broken heart. These thoughts would flurry through your mind all these nights you spent alone. You never knew he could be so cold.

7:30 PM

To clear your mind of all this, you left your house and went to the park to relax. After you found the perfect spot to immerse yourself in the beautiful sunset above the tall trees, you saw him. He looked at you with those eyes that always entrap you in his dark stare. He came closer to you, "Y/N, I didn't want to tell you, but I love you, and I am sorry that I caused you so much pain. Will you ever forgive me?". Your heart filled with happiness as you smiled at him, "I forgive you. Do you want to come home with me?" you asked as you took his hand. "Yeah." Jungkook agreed.

On the way home, it became dark outside; the city's bright lights shined into your car, casting a colorful light across you and Jungkook. You had such a hard time not looking at him, the guy who finally loves you, right?

When you got into your house, the light was dim. After you had taken your shoes off and set down your bag, you stared deeply into Jungkook's eyes. He put his arms around your waist and kissed your lips before pushing you back against the wall.

When the kiss broke, he looked at you lustfully, wrapped your legs around his waist, and began sliding his hands up your shirt. His touch gave you butterflies as you anticipated what was next. Jungkook picked you up and took you to your bedroom, where he laid you on the bed and slipped your shirt off, and discarded it on the floor. Jungkook took his shirt off; then he began kissing your neck to your collarbones before he unclasped your bra and kissed your breasts. You felt your body heat up as he began to trail wet kisses down your abdomen. He looked up at you and devilishly smirked before he removed your pants along with your panties. You began to feel his warm breath against your moist folds. As he began to let his tongue wander, you let out a moan full of desire for this moment. You loved Jungkook with all your heart, and you believed he loved you too. You felt your orgasm begin to form in your gut. When you came, your back arched, and you moaned as loud as you could. Jungkook began to kiss your lips again while you came off your high. "I want to be inside you right now." He lustfully said. "I want you to be inside me." You smirked as you let your fingers run through his hair.

He aligned his hard dick to your wet entrance and slowly pushed inside. He began to speed up his pace making you whimper. Jungkook then stared into your eyes as the waves of pleasure rushed inside of you. After a few beautiful moments of this, he finally hit your G-spot, making you see stars. Moans and the sounds of skin slapping filled the room; you never wanted this wonderful time to end. You felt your second orgasm grow in your stomach. Your orgasm hit powerfully; your back arched, and your legs shook as Jungkook kept chasing his orgasm, making you overstimulated. He came deep inside you and let out a satisfied sigh. "That felt good, baby," Jungkook said as he held you in his arms. You just smiled and cuddled into him. The cuddles you shared soon turned into sleeping.

10:43 AM

You woke up naked in your bed and expecting to see Jungkook next to you. You looked beside yourself, and he wasn't there. Neither were his clothes. You quickly checked your phone to see if he had texted you. He had not. He left without a trace. "Jungkook?" You called out as you began to put on clothes. No response. After a while of thinking about last night and where he could be, you decided to drive over to BTS's house to see if he was there because you had an awful feeling.

3:11 PM

After you stood at the doorstep in your heart, you knew he probably wasn't here. After you knocked, Jimin came to the door. "Oh, hey Y/N." He said with a sweet smile. "Hey Jimin, Is Jungkook here?" You said, almost regretting the question because you were scared about the answer he would give. "He texted me a little while ago. He and Taehyung are at Yugyeom's house for a party. Why? Has anything happened?" Jimin replied as he rested on the door frame. "Nothing has happened. I have to go now. Anyway, thank you!" You said as you began to leave the porch.

Tears began to slowly stream down your cheeks as you drove to Yugyeom's house to see what Jungkook was up to, and you knew it wasn't good. You knew Yugyeom, but you have never been invited to any of his parties. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into. After you had gotten something to eat, you finally got there.

5:23 PM

When you got out of your car and began to walk up to the door, you heard loud music and talking coming from the pool in the backyard. After you entered the large house, you saw idols at every turn. "Yugyeom?" You said as you walked between all the people into the kitchen. "Hey, Y/N. What are you doing here?" Yugyeom asked before he sipped his beer.

"I'm looking for Jungkook. Is he here?" You asked. "He's upstairs right now. Uh, I wouldn't go up there right now." Taehyung said as he walked into the kitchen, joining the conversation. "Why?" You asked with concern. "I don't think-" "Tell me why Taehyung." You sternly interrupted. "I shouldn't-" Taehyung began as you quickly walked towards the stairs. You walked up the stairs and began to hear moans. You couldn't believe your eyes; some girl was giving Jungkook a blowjob on a couch in the upstairs living room. As shock filled you, Taehyung quickly pulled you down the stairs, "Y/N, I told you not to go up there.". "I know, but he told me he loved me. I don't understand why he would be doing something like that." You said as you began to cry. "I don't understand either. I didn't know you two were in a relationship?" Taehyung said as he took you outside away from all the noise. "It was supposed to be sex only. Then I told him I had feelings for him, later he came back and told he love me; I think I ruined what we ever had," you said. "It's his loss," Taehyung said as he hugged you. Tears ran down your cheeks onto Taehyung's shirt. When your embrace broke, Taehyung wiped the tears off your cheeks. "I should better go..." You began as you saw Jungkook exit the house with two half-naked girls. "Jungkook!" You said as you walked right up in front of him. "What the hell are you doing?!"

A/N: I hope you enjoyed. This is part one so please stay tuned for Part 2 coming Sunday! If you enjoyed this story feel free to follow and send in a writing request here!

ALSO PART 2 IS OUT! USED PART 2

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The Dusk Calls for me, Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan: Chapter 8

AUTHORS NOTES: None of the characters in Twilight belong to me. All rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

“It's started taking its toll on me now

It comes back to you

The lights are on but the bulbs have blown out

It comes back for you.”

Test and Recognize by Seekae

Driving down to La Push brought back fond memories. I remember always hanging around Sam and Leah when I was younger. The walks around the beach were my favorite, even if I did get pushed into the water. I was the youngest after all even if it was only a year... it was a big difference to them. I haven’t seen them in years, I hope they’re both doing well. I parked next to Tyler and got out, immediately shivering at the cold wind.

“You guys are really gonna surf out here? It’s freezing.” I said. Angela grabbed a blanket from Tyler's van and handed it me. I took a seat next to Bella and stole a Twizzler.

“I mean we drove all the out here, we gotta do something.” Jessica replied.

“I don’t think I should go out there.” Eric said.

“You know, I keep thinking Eric’s going to ask me out to the prom but, he just doesn’t.”

“You should ask him.” I suggested. Bella nodded in agreement with me.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” I said.

“Yes you should, you’re a strong, independent woman.” Bella said.

“Thanks you two.”

“Bella.” I heard a familiar voice say.

“Hey Jacob.”

I looked up seeing Jacob and Sam, a smile made it’s way onto my face. Sam’s hair only got longer.

“Hey Sammy, been a while hasn’t it?”

He smiled at me before speaking.

“Yeah it has, you still haven’t gotten rid of that god awful nickname.”

“I never will.” I said in defiance.

“So, you guys surfing?” Jacob inquired.

“No.”

“No, absolutely not.” Bella said.

“Bella would drown the second she got on a board.” I joked. Bella nudged me in the ribs and laughed.

“She’s not wrong.” Bella said.

“You guys should keep her company, her date ditched her.” Jessica said.

“Note to self, never tell Jessica anything. She has a big mouth.” I thought to myself.

“What?”

“What date?” Eric asked.

Jessica giggled before continuing.

“She invited Edward.”

“She was just being nice Jess.” I said.

“I think it’s nice she invited him, no one ever does.” Angela defended.

“Yeah because the Cullens are freaks.” Mike said.

“You got that right.” Sam said.

“They are not, I am dating one of those “freaks” you know.”

Sam looked at me shocked, I thought I could see a hint of anger. Before I could ask what was wrong he asked me to come with him. I obliged and followed him I could hear Bella ask if Jacob and Quill knew him and all she got in response was...

“The Cullens don’t come here.”

I knew that would drive her suspicion of them even more, and I couldn’t do a thing about it.

“What’s wrong Sam?”

“Are you really dating one of them?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Which one?”

“Jasper.”

“Oh this is great, just great.”

“What is the problem with that!?” I asked getting agitated.

“Did you not listen to our tribe story at all?”

“It’s just a story... isn’t it? They aren’t really a enemy of yours right? Is there something you’re not telling me!?”

Sam just looked at me and then looked down again. He didn’t know what else to do. He grabbed me a few moments later though my the arms and pulled me closer. His grip felt bruising on my pale skin.

“You need to stay away from them.”

“Sam get off of me.”

“You need to listen to me Fleur.”

“You’re hurting me Sam.”

“FLEUR!”

“I said GET OFF!”

I pushed him back and looked at my arms, bruised in the shape of hands made it’s way onto my skin. Sam’s eyes soften after he saw the bruises, he muttered a apology and then left before I could get another word in. I stood there confused, my mind couldn’t process it all. He had never acted like that toward me before.

“Hey Fleur!” I heard Bella call for me.

I turned around and slipped on my sweater hiding the marks Sam left on me.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. What did you need?”

“I just heard this crazy story about Jacobs tribe... have you heard of it?”

“I remember Sam telling me about when I was younger.”

“Do you think it holds any truth?”

“I’m not sure.” I answered half truthfully.

“Oh...”

“Why did you want to know?”

“I just thought... never mind, it’s silly.”

“Okay, let’s go home, I’m freezing.”

“Yeah let’s go.”

By the time we had arrived back home the air had somehow gotten even colder. My breath could be seen in the cold, fridge air. We both rushed inside, dad was out so I made dinner for all 3 of us. I left his food in the fridge for him to heat up late. As soon as I made it up to my room my phone rang. I picked it up not seeing who it was.

“Hello?”

“Hey Darlin.”

“Jazz hey.”

“Did everything go alright down at the reservation?”

“Yeah, everything we fine.” I lied... he couldn’t know what happened today. He tried to kill someone.

“Well, there is something that happened with Bella...”

“Yes?” He asked waiting for me to continue.

“She heard the tribes story on you guys and well... it got her suspicious about you guys again. I think she knows what you guys are, or is about to figure it out.”

“It was bound to happen, Edwards too enamored with her to stay away from her.”

“I figured he had a thing for her.”

“Anyway, I was mainly calling to tell you I can’t come tonight and we won’t be in school tomorrow.”

“Is the sun finally gonna come out?”

“Yes, and we all need to go on a hunting trip. I’ll see you later tomorrow night”

“Well okay, stay safe tomorrow.”

“I will, love you.”

“Love you too.” He hung up a few seconds afterward.

I plugged my phone in and went to bed soon after.

Sure enough, the sun was out the next morning. It burned my face as I raised myself up. I picked out slightly cooler clothes today, thinking the sun would the area up a bit today. The drive to school was nice the air coming through my windows woke me up faster. The music was another plus, it was good again today.

Oh joy's arise The sun has come again to hold you Sailing out the doldrums of the whole week The polyphonic prairies here, it's all around you It's all around you, out here

And if the whole world is crashing down Fall through space out of mind again Where the emptiness we leave behind on warm air rising Blows all the shadows far away

Empire Ants, By the Gorillaz.

Classes were quite boring without Jasper there and they seemed to drone on longer than usual. But, I soon made it to lunch. I was sitting outdoors today with Bella, Jessica, and Angela. Bella was looking around, her eyes scanning to find the Cullens. Jessica noticed this and decided to help Bella with her curiosity.

“They’re not here today. The Cullens are never in when the suns out.”

“Do they just ditch?” Bella asked.

“No, Dr. and Mrs. Cullen pull them out for hiking and stuff.” I explained.

“Oh my gosh guys I did, I asked Eric out to the prom, I took control. He said yes.” Angela stated excitingly.

“See we told you that would happen.” I said.

“Are you sure you have to leave town Bella?”

“Yeah, it’s a family thing.”

“Why doesn’t Fleur have to go?” Jessica asked.

“I’ve never really been close with mom, besides I’m going with Jasper to prom anyway.”

“Oh.”

“We better go to Port Angeles before all the dresses get cleared out.”

“Port Angeles?” You mind if I come with you guys?” Bella asked.

“Yeah, I need your opinion. Are you going to come too Fleur?” Angela asked.

“Yeah sure. I’ll go.”

Time skip to Port Angeles.

“I like this one.” Angela said.

“Yeah I really like the beading.” Jessica added.

“That one is nice but, I think Lavender is more your color.” I said to Angela.

“Yeah me too.”

“I like this dusty rose one too but I think this one is better.” Jessica said.

I heard a knock on the window that made me jump. A group of men started cat calling us. I rolled my eyes and flipped them off, kicked the window slightly in the process.

“What do you think Bella?” Angela asked.

“You guys look good.”

“You’ve said that about the last 5 dresses though.” Jessica replied.

“I thought they were all pretty good.”

“This isn’t really your thing is it?” Angela asked.

“No, not really... I planned on going to this bookstore. I’ll meet you guys at the restaurant.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah absolutely. Hey Fleur I know you were looking for some new books to read. Why don’t you come me?” Bella asked.

“Sure, I’ll go.”

We both left the store, I followed Bella since I didn’t know where she was taking me.

“I’m not going to lie... I’m trying to find this book about that story Jacob told me about.”

“Why?”

“I just have a gut feeling there is something more to the Cullens. I feel bad prying into there business but, if you don’t even know... I feel the need to find out.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, I do.”

I knew I couldn’t change her mind, she is just as stubborn as me. It was dark by the time we left the bookstore. I didn’t have a good feeling in my stomach, I felt like something bad would happen. I soon saw those group of men that cat called us in the dress store. We turned to the side trying to get away from them but, the cornered us.

“Hey, it’s my girls from the dress store.”

“Where are you two going, why don’t you hang out with us.”

They got closer, we both started to get uncomfortable.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Get away from me.”

“Oh c’mon don’t play hard to get.”

“I said don’t touch me.” I demanded I then kneed one of the men in the groin. He bowed down in pain. Another man had pushed me onto the ground.

Edwards volvo then screeched into view, it parked soon after. Edward and Jasper came shooting out of the car. A deadly look was marked on there faces. If looks could kill, all five men would be dead. Jasper ran toward me at normal human speed and help me up. He help me against his chest and walked me toward the car.

“Get in.” I heard Edward say.

We were all in the car, Edward was driving recklessly. The tension was uncomfortable but at the same time, I felt safe.

Who knew shopping for dresses would’ve led to this?

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lilacyennefer · 3 years

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Road Trip

A/N: So, this turned out extra dirty so if it's not your thing, then skip this. Also, part two is definitely happening!

WARNING: EXTRA SMUT

You’re celebrating your 3rd year anniversary with Ray, and he decided that he wanted to spend it in a fancy hotel, away from everything and everyone.

You agreed, you’d never say no to spending a weekend in a beautiful, expensive hotel with the love of your life, and honestly both of you really needed this little getaway.

Raymond decided that he wants to drive there, he loved driving with you on his side.

The hotel was a 5 hours long drive away, so you woke up early, and you already were on the road by 9am.

You spent the time with talking to Ray about anything, both of you were in such a good mood, you laughed a lot.

Around half of the car ride, when both of you were silent for a while, you started thinking about how you never gave a road head, and how much you want to give one to Ray right now.

You looked over at him, his full focus was on the road, his left hand was resting on your thigh, his blonde hair slicked back, glasses sitting on his nose.

You bite your bottom lip as you watch him, your heart beats nervously and excitedly at the same time from your plan, but you decide to be bold, so you place a hand on his thigh, and you see the corner of his lips twitch into a smirk.

He doesn’t say a word, so you decide to continue, sneaking your hand closer to his crotch until your palm is resting on his clotheted member.

“I warn you, if you really want to do this, there will be consequences.” Raymond says seriously, but you could hear from his voice that he wants this too.

If you’d hear any sign of him not wanting to do this, or you’d see any discomfort on him, you wouldn’t even start it, but you see the smile on the corner of his lips, and see mischief in his eyes, giving you a green light.

You cup his hardening erection, running your palm over his clotheted member, slowly unzipping his pants to sneak your hand inside, softly running your nails over his cock, making him hiss.

“Don’t tease!” Raymond warns you, making you bite down on your bottom lip.

You free his erection, immediately wrapping your fingers around him, gently stroking him.

You unbuckle your seatbelt, then lean forward to take Ray in your mouth.

You gently pull his foreskin back, revealing his red, leaking tip to you, making you lick your lips.

Raymond places his hand, that which has been resting on your thigh before, on the top of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair, gently pushing your head lower in his impatience.

You take the hint, and you don’t waste any more time, you wrap your warm, wet mouth around his head, tasting his precum on his skin.

You swirl your tongue around his tip before you start bobbing your head while you suck him, hollowing your cheeks.

With each lick, and each suck, you can feel Ray getting harder and bigger in your mouth, his reaction to you makes you dripping wet.

The whole situation, the fact that Raymond is driving, the fact that any passing car could see what you’re doing, turns you on so much you could cum right there without any touching.

“You’re such a dirty girl, you're gonna pay for this I hope you know that.” Raymond hisses with grinned teeth, trying to control himself to not fuck your mouth.

You let his cock go with a loud ‘pop’ before you ask “For pleasuring you?” You raise your head to whisper in his ear “I never heard any complaints about me sucking your big cock before.”

You know you’re getting bold with Ray, he never tolarered you being a brat, every time you acted a little naughty, you ended up having rough sex with him, to both of your biggest pleasures.

So, yes, you were being a brat often, for a reason.

Ray never would admit it, but he loved when you acted like this.

Ever since he first met you, he knew that you’re going to be a pain in the ass sometimes, but he also knew that you’re going to be HIS pain on the ass, and he’d do absolutely anything for you.

Raymond loved you completely, and you loved him the same.

Ray doesn’t answer your question, he was enjoying this way too much, but he wouldn’t say this to you, he wanted to punish you way too much for this little stunt.

“Go on, finish what you started.” He casually says, making you smile before you go back to suck his cock.

Raymond doesn’t need much to cum, you were way too good with your mouth and he has no reason to hold himself back, so when he felt himself being close, he started pushing your head lower on his cock, making you gag around him as he spilled himself down in your throat, making you swallow every drop of him.

As you sit back straight to your seat, you wipe your mouth, crossing the ‘road head’ off of the bucket list in your head.

Around a half hour passed and none of you said a word, Raymond was focusing on the road, and you were admiring the landscape when Raymond took the wrong turn, according to the gps what was complaining loudly.

“Ray?” You say as you see him drive further into an abandoned, grassy road.

“Ray, where the fuck are we going?” You ask a bit louder this time, not knowing what’s going on.

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” He replies, and you see his lips twitch.

He parks his car in the middle of the road that was clearly abandoned, it leads into a forest, not a single soul in sight.

“Get out of the car and open the door of the backseat.” Ray demands while he unbuckles his belt and gets out of the car.

You follow him, but you have no idea what’s going on.

Raymond opens the door of the backseat, signaling to you to come here, you bypass the car to stand next to him.

“I want you to pull your jeans and panties down, ass high in the air as you lay your chest on the backseat.” He instructs you, and you feel yourself clench from knowing what’s about to come.

“Can I kiss you first?” You ask in a soft voice, and you see Ray’s hard expression soften from your question.

He pulls you close to himself, arms wrapping around your body as he kisses you sweetly, making you moan into his mouth when he slipped his velvet tongue into your mouth.

“I hope you know that I love you.” He whispers lovingly against your lips “Even if you’re being a pain in the ass sometimes.” He jokes, making you giggle.

“Now, do as you’re told.” He playfully smacks your ass, making you giggle even harder as you undress yourself.

When you’re in the position Raymond told you to be in, you hear him step closer to you, and you turn your head to look back at him.

He was looking extremely fine today, wearing simple jeans, a black knitted sweater, with a dark blue long jacket on the top of it.

You jump a little when you feel his cold fingers stroking your warm, soaked folds.

“You got this wet from sucking my cock while I was driving?” He asks you while he’s coating his fingers with your wetness, moving his fingers up and down, but careful to not touch your clit just yet.

“Yes.” You sigh.

“Why did you do it, princess?”

“Because I love sucking your cock.” You reply.

“You know I could’ve crushed the car and caused an incident, right?”

“You know you could have stopped me anytime, right?” You snap back, being annoyed like Ray didn’t want this too.

You hear Ray chuckle before he slips two of his fingers inside you.

“You’re going to pay for this, I hope you know that.” Raymond says casually as he starts moving his fingers in and out of you, making you curse.

You faintly hear Ray unzip his pants, seconds later you feel him replace his fingers with his hard member, pushing right into you with a long thrust.

“Oh my god!” You moan loudly as he stretches you out.

“Yeah, you like this, don’t you?” Raymond asks you as he speeds up, fucking you harder and faster in the middle of the nowhere.

You moan Ray’s name as you feel your abdomen tighten from the pleasure, making you hold into the seat under you.

But before you could cum, you hear Raymond grunt loudly the same time as you feel him spill himself inside you.

Ray slowly rides his orgasm out, leaving you speechless, but this time from being surprised, and not from the pleasure.

“C’mon dress up, we gotta go.” He says as he tucks himself back into his pants.

“Ray?” You turn around surprised “Didn’t you forget something?”

You see him think for a moment, or more like pretending, before he says “Nope.” and shrugs as he walks to the driver side of the car.

You quickly pull your panties and pants up, dressing up to follow him.

“Hey! I didn’t get to cum!” You tell him frustrated. You were so close, so god damn close.

“Oh, that.” Raymond shrugs again “it’s your punishment for what you did in the car.” He says, then gets into the car.

With your mouth open from the shock, you open the car door and sit inside.

“This!” You point your finger at Ray “Is unfair!”

Ray snickers at your words, then turns towards you.

“You know what I’m gonna do to you when we get to the hotel?” Raymond asks you in a low voice.

“Not make me cum?” You sass him.

“You're gonna sit here, next to me with my cum resting deep inside of your pretty pussy. Then when we get to the hotel, into our room, I’m gonna lick my cum out of you, tasting us.”

Holy shit, you think.

You’re literally speechless from Ray’s plan, but you manage to whisper “Well then, what are you waiting for? Start the car!”

Ray chuckles, then starts the car.

You could swear that the rest of the car ride takes three times as much as it usually would, simply because of how much you’re looking forward to getting there, and still, how turned on you are.

When Raymond finally parks his car in front of the hotel, you particularly jump out of the car, making Ray laugh.

The hotel was indeed elegant and beautiful, you looked around with a slightly open mouth.

You walked to the reception with Ray, and you could barely stand still next to him while he was doing some paperworks.

It wasn’t just because you couldn’t wait to get to your room, but also his cum started slowly leaking out of you, making your panties sticky.

Finally, you’re standing in the elevator, Ray pressed to your side closely, since they were other people in there too.

You feel Ray softly kiss your forehead, making you turn your head just to see Ray looking at you with such a soft expression, he makes your heart squeeze.

He places another kiss on your eyebrows, whispering an ‘I love you’ only loud enough for you to hear it.

Before you could reply, the elevator door opened, and you walked out, hand in hand.

Your hotel room was breathtakingly beautiful, having the most amazing view of the countryside.

“I could stay here forever!” You say excitedly as you walk around, admiring the whole scene.

Raymond is watching you with his hands resting in his pockets, a loving smile decorates his handsome face as he thinks about how much he loves you.

Truly, Raymond never loved anyone as much as he loved you, and no one ever loved Raymond as much as you do.

As he was watching you, he was sure that he made the right decision when he bought you a ring that was currently sitting deep in his suitcase.

“The bathtub has a jacuzzi function?!?!” He hears you yell surprised, making Ray chuckle and shake his head.

Raymond follows you into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around you when he stands behind you.

“You know what’s about to come, right?” Raymond whispers into your ear.

“Me, hopefully.” You say, still feeling frustrated by the fact that you haven’t come yet.

You hear Ray chuckle behind you before he mutters a ‘c’mon’ as he grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom.

“You know that I’m not actually mad at you, right?” Ray cups your face as you stand in front of the huge king sized bed.

“I know.” You whisper, then you stand on your tiptoes to kiss Raymond, lips smashing passionately.

While kissing, Ray starts undressing you, quickly getting rid of your clothes before he pushes you down to the bed impatiently, spreading your legs out as he kneels down in front of you.

Without any hesitation, he buried his face between your legs.

You let out a whimper when you feel Ray’s tongue lick you from your hole to your clit, spreading the mixture of your wetness and his sticky cum all over you.

He groans loudly as he laps your pussy, particularly drinking the product of your arousals.

When he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks them hard into his mouth, you totally lose it, cuming so hard against Ray’s mouth that your legs won’t stop shaking.

“Please, please, please!” You beg breathless, because Ray won’t take his mouth off of you, even after your orgasm he keeps eating you out.

Your whole body shakes from the overstimulation, your lungs burn from the lack of air as you keep gasping and moaning.

As Raymond slips two of his agile fingers inside of you, he pushes you over the edge, making you squirt for the first time ever.

You try to catch your breath as you lay on the bed with closed eyes when you hear Ray curse, then say “That was so fucking hot.”

You open your eyes to look at him, only to see him wipe his soaked beard with his hand.

“Did I do that?” You ask, voice raspy from the screaming.

“Fuck yes, and you’ll do it again.” He says as he slips two of his fingers back inside you, immediately curling them, pushing his fingers against that sweet spot.

“Ray!” You scream “Please, I have to go to the bathroom.” You say, because Ray’s every movement makes you feel like you have to pee.

“No, you don’t, baby.” He calms you “You’re just about to squirt again.”

You throw your head back in a loud moan as your body starts shaking again.

“C’mon baby, look at what I’m doing!” Ray demands you, and you support your body weight on your arms as you look down on your body to see Ray’s fingers moving inside of you.

“I want you to see how I make you squirt, so keep your eyes open.”

You try your best as the most intense pleasure that you’ve ever felt waged over you, soaking Ray’s fingers and hand.

Raymond was right, it was so fucking hot to see you squirt all over his hand at the same time your body was swimming in the most beautiful pleasure.

You let your body down tiredly on the bed, not being able to keep your eyes open, you’re feeling too sleepy to move.

Before you doze off, you feel the bed move next to you, then Raymond hugs you close to his body.

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rhysismydaddy · 3 years

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Unholy Matrimony Pt. 1 (Nessian)

Nesta’s part of the Damnation Series.

OOF this took so long sorry. I rewrote it, changed it, then deleted it entirely about 9 times. I literally started writing the version before you, from scratch, on Sunday. All parts are linked below, so I’m only tagging people on this version! To go to the next chapter, there is also a link at the bottom <3

ALSO, an important caviat: Nesta is an only child in this one! I originally wrote it for her to be adopted and not know it, but it wasn’t really relevant to the story, so... idk. Just ignore that plot hole I guess.

Parts 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 -- pls like each part I’m insecure

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~Cassian~

“You’re getting married.”

The glass of bourbon halfway to my mouth pauses, because despite being known for being rash and unpredictable, even I’m surprised by the sudden change in conversation.

My eyebrows raise as I look over at Rhysand, my best friend and Capo, trying to figure out if this bastard is serious. His tone says he is, but that doesn’t make sense, because before a few seconds ago, the word “marriage” was in neither of our vocabularies.

He’s been single for as long as I have, although I’m starting to suspect he’s got a bird in the city. He’s too damn happy these days, and the other day I saw him laugh at something on his phone.

Which is weird, because we both know long-term commitments don’t really do well with our lifestyle.

We were raised to not give a shit about anything except the job. We kill without remorse, live in the shadows, and whatever other shitty euphemism you want to use. Settling down in some suburban, picket-fence prison has absolutely no appeal to Made Men.

Don’t get me wrong, most of us get married at some point. But never for love.

Some men choose a bride that’s pretty and sweet. Someone who will donate to charity and help clean up their image. Governors’ daughters, women from old-money families, and social princesses make up this category.

Some men marry to advance their station in the Family. Second sons who will never inherit the business marry daughters of Underbosses to get a nice boost to their status.

And then there’s the ones who are forced to marry by their capo--ie. me-- so they choose whatever attractive woman that’s in the Family and available. Those are always the happiest.

But regardless of the reasoning, marriage in the mafia is heartless, political, and for me, unnecessary.

I know I’ll have to pick someone eventually, but there aren’t a whole lot of desirable options at the moment. Not many of the other Underbosses have daughters that are over the age of fifteen right now, and I have no interest in doing the child-bride thing.

Plus, there’s no way I’d marry someone outside of the family. At my rank, it isn’t an option.

That leaves... a widow?

The only one I know is Ianthe, and considering I highly suspect she killed her last husband and the fact that she’s crazy, there’s no way in hell I’d legally bind myself to her for life.

So he must be joking.

I take a pull from my cigar and look over at Rhys with narrowed eyes. “Uh huh. Sure. To who, exactly?”

“Volchonok.”

The Wolf Cub.

The cigar snaps in my fingers.

“You’re fucking kidding,” I say, honestly hoping that’s the case. He’s either that or insane, and I’d hate to lock someone who’s like a brother to me in a padded room.

Rhysand’s unflinching gaze doesn’t change, but his tone morphs from that of my friend to my boss. “You will marry her, Cassian.”

“She’s a fucking Russian,” I spit, not understanding. That should be reason enough for him to be joking.

In our world, being Russian is a crime similar to stabbing the Pope.

We’ve been at war over New York with them ever since they decided to try and get a stronghold on the east coast, and I’ve killed more of them than I can fucking count. Now I’m marrying one?

“Yes, she is, and so is her father, Alexei Olov.” Aka the Bratva Boss responsible for blowing up half of St. Petersburg last year when the local police refused to buy his weapons. “You will marry her, move to New York full time, and run the city with her by your side.”

“Why? Two or three more years, and we’ll have the city anyway.” Every day the Russians get weaker, and I’ve been responsible for pushing them out of my city block by block.

So there has to be a reason we’re suddenly okay with the enemy.

Rhysand sighs. “It was his idea, not mine. Orlov has agreed to sell our coke in Moscow and Seattle instead of his usual dealer and will supply us all the weapons we need for five years. There will also be no more midnight raids, bullshit arrests on bullshit charges, or missing shipments. He’s offering you a dowry, too.”

I don’t need his money, but the old fashioned term makes me laugh.

“Yeah? And how much does he think his wolf cub is worth?”

His lips twitch. “Ten million.”

“She must be a real pain in the ass, then, if he’s going to pay me that much to take her,” I chuckle.

Not that ten million dollars is anything but pocket change for the man. Orlov may be losing the fight in New York, but the bastard is richer than sin.

Selling arms to half of the entire world will do that to a person.

“I hear she’s beautiful,” he says, trying to tempt me to not fight him.

“Then you marry her,” I shoot back, not ready to give up the argument.

“I don’t feel like it.” Fucking typical. Rhysand sighs. “You and I both know we can work this deal to our advantage, so what will make you say yes?”

He could order to me to say yes and I’d have to, but he hates enforcing that kind of authority with me.

So I think it over, make a show of lighting a new cigar. “I want Sera.”

It’s a burlesque club in New York I’ve always been a little envious of, owned by Orlov and operated by his men. I’d tried to buy it a few years back but hadn’t had enough leverage on the Russian to strongarm him into selling.

Now I do.

Rhysand--the only one who knows about my failed attempt to buy the place--nods and tells me he’ll make it happen.

“When’s all this happening, anyway?”

He looks like he might laugh. “Wedding is in a month, but she’s flying in tomorrow night.”

A quick laugh forces its way out of me. Also typical of him to give me absolutely no time to change my mind.

Well, I have a month. That’s already longer than any relationship I’ve ever had.

Sighing, I stand and shake his hand, cementing the deal before I can even lament the loss of my bachelorhood.

~Nesta~

“Chto sluchilos?”

I slide my gaze to my father, because seriously, that’s the stupidest fucking question I’ve ever heard.

What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Everything.

“Nichego,” I lie, assuring him for what feels like the tenth time as I look out the window. The plane picks up speed and lifts off, taking me towards an uncertain future, an uncertain place.

I might have told him nothing’s wrong, but inside, I’m screaming.

Three days ago, I woke up to find a marriage contract on the pillow beside me. There was a blank space where my name had been typed and a pen waiting for me to remedy that.

I still haven’t.

I’m not signing anything until I meet this... Cassian.

God, what an Italian name.

An image springs to mind, one of a slumped-over, hairy-chest beast with slicked back hair and a gold chain.

I know it’s stereotypical and hopefully incorrect, but I’ve never been to Italy and Alexei strictly forbids me watching movies that portray Italians as anything except revolting.

But looks aside, there’s one thing I don’t need to guess to know.

My future husband will be like all the other men in my life: controlling.

Men in the world I live in take what they want, don’t ask for permission, and feel like they’re entitled to anything and everything. I’ve dealt with it my entire life, so it’s more amusing than anything at this point.

I guess I’m a bit non-traditional in that sense, considering most of the women around me have no problems taking orders from their fathers or husbands. But Alexei and I figured out pretty early in life that wasn’t going to work for me.

As he frequently likes to tell me, I started telling him to fuck off when I was five.

What did he expect? All the kids I hung out with were the opposite sex and at least five years older than me, so my vocabulary and mannerisms became pretty... colorful early on.

Regardless, I’m just not looking forward to having to deal with yet another man who thinks he can control me.

“Ty vresh',” Alexei accuses, lips twitching. You’re lying.

“Konechno.” Of course.

Of course I’m upset, but I understand what’s happening. I might have found out about it three days ago, but I’ve known it was coming for far longer.

As the only child of the great Alexei Orlov, Wolf of Moscow and Pakhan of the Russian Bratva, I’ve been told my entire life that I will one day be used as a pawn to gain more power.

It would--should--piss me off, but I’ve also been told I’m to one day take my father’s place and run his company.

So by gaining more power for him, I’m also doing the same for myself.

Not that I really give a shit about that kind of thing. I started officially working for Alexei years ago, and I already have enough money saved to never have to work again.

But in the Bratva, there’s no getting out. I was put in this world by birth, and the only thing that will take me out is death.

In case it isn’t obvious, I’m not a typical business woman.

My father is an arms-dealer.

A less than legal one, if you believe the heinous lies the media spreads about him.

He sells weapons to governments, private armies, and whoever the fuck else has the money to buy.

He’s also built himself a shipping empire to haul said weapons around the globe, runs the drugs and prostitute rings in Moscow, and has enough real estate to rival most small countries.

It probably sounds like I don’t care, and that’s because I don’t.

I like what I do in the sense that I have a mind for business. I went to business school and graduated at the top of my class, and I enjoy running the clubs and hotels I have. Trained by Alexei himself, I’m ruthless in negotiations, enough so that people started calling me the Wolf Cub by the time I was twenty.

But despite being good at it, I’m not particularly fond of the aspect most people think of when they picture my career in the Bratva. I detest drugs, have never hired a prostitute, and don’t really enjoy selling arms to bad people.

The alleyway meetups, the broken bones and bullet holes, and the blown up houses are all a little tiring to me.

Sure, it sounds exciting. And for a while, it was. I used to lose myself in the chaos, used to enjoy coming home with busted knuckles. But I honestly just got tired of it.

Right now, I don’t have to deal with it as much because Alexei’s still alive. But when he dies and I officially take over the family business, I’ll have to be more involved. Even if the thought makes me want to sigh.

I pull out my laptop and look over the financial report for Sera, my newest club in New York. As predicted, everything’s running smoothly.

I turn the laptop around to show my father, grinning when he pulls out his reading glasses and leans closer.

“Starik,” I tease. Old man.

He flicks my forehead, then reads the report and nods. Then he turns to his phone, probably playing Angry Birds or some shit, and leaves me to work.

The plane ride goes by quickly, and by the time we’ve landed in Chicago, I’ve gotten ahead on my schedule for next week, slept, and changed into what I’ve chosen as the “meeting my future husband” dress.

It’s simple and sleek, the black material clinging to my curves without being obscene. It’s long enough to hide the holster on my thigh, not that I feel in any danger with four personal guards stationed near me at all times.

My heels click as I make my way down the plane stairs and across the tarmac to the waiting sedan, and once my luggage and belongings are unloaded, we head to the Italian Capo’s house.

We’re meeting here, finalizing the contract, and then Cassian and I are flying to New York.

My new home.

“Try to look happy,” Alexei tells me, his heavily accented English almost ridiculous to hear. He speaks English only when he’s in the states, and considering he hasn’t come here since I graduated B school two years ago, he’s a little out of practice.

“I’m ecstatic,” I say, intentionally using a word I know he doesn’t understand.

His eyes narrow, because it isn’t the first time I’ve used this trick, but he doesn’t call me out on it. We continue to ride in ecstatic silence, eventually pulling up in front of the Capo’s... house.

It’s almost obscene to call it that, considering it’s fucking huge. Like obnoxiously huge.

I heave a sigh, step out of the car, and take in my surroundings. The neighborhood’s quiet, likely filled with friends of the Cosa Nostra too scared to make any noise.

A butler--seriously, a butler--opens the door and welcomes us inside, and as soon as I step in, I have to repress the urge to roll my eyes.

The amount of dirty money in the air is suffocating. It drips off the vaulted ceilings, down the artwork on the walls, across the marble floors. It’s in the little details of the crystal chandeliers and the mahogany staircase.

Ridiculous.

One look at Alexei’s disgusted face says he’s thinking the same thing.

Don’t get me wrong, we’re rich. Grossly so. Alexei could have ten houses just like this, if he wanted them.

But he doesn’t. He owns property all over the world, but most of it is commercial or apartment complexes--property that makes him money, in other words. This, however, is a massive waste of capital.

The butler leads us further through the house and into an office where four men wait.

One is immediately identifiable as their lawyer, his over-priced cologne making me have to resist the urge to sneeze. The humongous man in the corner is hired muscle, if the boxy shape of the guns under his jacket is any indication.

The man behind the desk is obviously in charge, so I’m guessing he’s the Capo. Rhysand or Rhyland or something weird like that. He takes me in silently, bright eyes not seeming to miss any details.

That leaves the man leaning against the desk to be Cassian Azara.

My fiancé.

Our eyes meet, his golden gaze beautiful and wild, and I have to remember to keep my expression bored.

Because the stereotype, the horrible image I’d conjured up in my mind, couldn’t be further from the truth.

For one, he isn’t hunched-over. He stands tall, leaning a hip against his Capo’s desk with obvious confidence. But I see more than just self-assuredness in his eyes. He seems a little too rough around the edges, wild gaze almost like he’s daring someone to swing at him.

If the confidence didn’t already make him attractive, his looks sure as hell get the job done.

His hairs long and dark and curly, half of it pulled up in a rouge manner that clashes with the suit he’s filling. He has a few days’ stubble, too, like standing still long enough to shave just isn’t an option.

His shoulders are impossibly wide, narrowing down to trim hips and legs long enough to make him tower over everyone in the room.

His knuckles are tattooed and split open, and there’s a cut above his eyebrow that tells me I was correct to assume he’s a fighter by nature.

Usually, that would be a deterrent for me, but there’s something about the way he’s dressed in a dark suit jacket and crisp white shirt while also looking so untamed that has me cocking my head to study him some more.

He studies me, too, beautiful eyes taking in the long blonde hair and bright blue eyes offset by pale skin. He looks at the dress like he can see everything underneath, and I have the strangest urge to blush. Jesus, he’s toxic.

He’s attractive, is what I’m getting at.

Which is not what I had planned on, considering I’d been trying to think of a plan on how to not sleep with him, but suddenly that’s all my mind can focus on.

His lips twitch like he knows what I’m thinking, and I realize we’ve just been standing here staring at each other for a bit too long.

So I turn back to Alexei and shrug like I’ve seen what my future husband has to offer and aren’t impressed in the slightest.

I toss the marriage contract on the desk, grab the Capo’s fancy little fountain pen out of his hand, and sign my name on the blank above my name.

Cassian watches, but I ignore him entirely until the ink has dried. Then I look up at him through my lashes and wink, turn on my heel, and leave the room.

~Cassian~

I think I’m in love.

Fuck.

She hasn’t said a single goddamn word, but the way she looked at me has me feeling itchy all over, anticipation and nerves rolling through me. I feel like I feel before I fight or something exciting happens.

Like I’m primed and ready and need it to happen now.

Nesta Orlov, my bride to be, is nothing like I expected.

I was fully braced for some meek little woman, similar to most of my friends’ wives, to come in and smile and say hello.

But nope. Nesta didn’t smile; she came in like she was walking onto a battlefield.

And she didn’t smile. She looked me over, clinical blue gaze noticing too much, and left me feeling winded. God, she’s beautiful. Just looking at her made me hot.

She also didn’t say hello.

Just signed the contract and left, like this was nothing more to her than a boring business deal. I mean, that’s what it is, but... I don’t know, I expected more of a reaction.

I’ve heard from some Underbosses that their wives cried or raged when they were forced to sign, but shit if that were the case with Nesta. She honest to God looked like she didn’t care.

Alexei, on the other hand, does look a little pissed about the situation, but I couldn’t care less of the old man’s opinion. He’s signed the contract, so to me, he’s irrelevant. Regardless, he and Rhys proceed to iron out some of the details about the wedding and other shit I’m not paying attention to.

Then they shake hands, and the Russian warlord turns to leave.

He reaches the door and looks over his shoulder at me, and there’s amusement in his cold gaze as he mutters, “Udachi.” Good luck.

As soon as he’s gone, Roman and the lawyer follow, leaving me alone with Rhys.

He slides the contract to me, and I sign my name next to hers, making this shit official.

“This should be interesting,” he comments, vague as usual.

I sigh, because I have a feeling interesting isn’t going to cover it.

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NEXT CHAPTER

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candychronicles · 3 years

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elysian // s. daichi

A/N: my take on the Haikyuu Headquarters mythology nsfw collab! this was my first time writing for Daichi. i took a greek myth route and had so much fun!!

CHARACTER PAIRING: Daichi Sawamura x F!reader

WORD COUNT: 2,859

WARNINGS: manipulation, oral (F!receiving), mentions of several religions

SYNOPSIS: all your life you had been fighting only to end up at a boring 9-5 with nowhere to turn. Daichi has a proposition and you accept without realizing the consequences.

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you were always fascinated with the idea of something larger than you, something so fantastical and great that it consumed the earth over and over again. while many people turned to other religions or no religion at all, satiating their own desires for redemption, love and acceptance, you chose to dig deeper, look at what truly resonated with your life and dutifully settled upon the greek gods.

they didn’t sugarcoat the bad things they did, that they used their power any way they pleased, that they were stronger, faster and larger than life. they were powerful gods who held powerful positions and were unpredictable, wild and fluid in their dance with humanity. you admired the stories from years ago of how they defeated the titans and split the land between the three sons: the skies for Zeus, the seas for Poseidon and the underworld for Hades.

Hades had always spoken to you in a way you couldn’t describe. when you worshipped him needing guidance, offering him dark chocolate and sweet, rich red wines, he complied with very little hesitation, always wanting to seemingly please you as long as you kept up your worshipping of him. he became quite moody, jealous and wouldn’t want to talk to you for days if you spent too much time interacting with the other gods. to be frank, you loved the attention he showered you with and felt at ease knowing he would protect you for life.

sighing, you pulled your apron tight around your waist, ready for another day at work slinging coffees and cakes to the less than pleasant customers that walked through the door. being a barista seemed like fun in cliche stories and movies but it was actually just another job that got you through your boring summer.

it only took an hour before people began screaming and shouting, angry at your lack of speed and pleasant smile on your face. it was just you and two other people there serving a line of ten plus at any given time and while you all tried your best, things never seemed to go the way they were planned.

“one large coffee, black.”

you took a deep breath before plastering a smile on your face, giving the man with the honey sweet voice a price and looking up, the smile threatening to spill onto your cheeks as you recognized Daichi, one of your favorite customers and now good friends.

“thought you might need one friendly face among the crowd of crazy,” he joked, tapping his sleek black credit card against the machine to pay, making sure to leave a hefty tip before nodding and walking away.

he sat for another two hours in the shop, nursing on his coffee and working on his laptop as he waited for you to get a break. when the line finally died down, your rushed from behind the counter and plopped yourself down in the booth across from him.

“what brings your handsome face around here?” you asked, tapping your feet against the ground as the anxiety of the day began to wear off.

“coming to see you as always,” he replied smoothly, downing the last of his coffee before placing the cup back on the table.

“you haven’t been around for awhile,” you pouted, not caring that you sounded desperate.

“i’m sorry but you know work can get oddly busy at times. how about i make it up to you? dinner, tonight at seven? my treat, anywhere you want to go.”

you gaped at him, not sure of what to say. you two had been flirting for months, the only friendly face you had really seen outside of the occasional older lady who always bought you a snack or drink for being so kind and patient with them. he was always sweet as candy, sugary words viscously flowing out of his mouth. at first you thought he was just some tightwad business man looking to get into your pants but as you got to know him, you realized he was just naturally kind, always looking out for the underdog. he treated you with the respect and decency that you deserved and maybe you were just so used to being treated like shit most of the time but his upfront and honest nature just blew you away.

before you had a chance to even reply, he looked at his phone, frowned and stood up.

“i’ll see you at seven, text me your address, yeah?”

with that and a gentle caress of your chin, he practically dissolved into thin air. you blinked once, twice, three times trying to process what had just happened before digging into your pocket to text him your address, not even remembering giving him your number but sure enough, there he sat in your contact with a simple flower next to his name.

the rest of the day went by in a blur and before you knew it, you were sitting on your couch, donned in your best dress, sparkling earrings dangling from your ears and shiny jewels adorning your body. you frowned as you checked the time, noticing it was already ten past seven. just as you were about to give up, you received a text from Daichi.

i’m sorry princess. something big came up at work. i’ll make it up to you. first thing in the morning, dress for the outdoors and bring a jacket, it’ll be a bit chilly where we’re going. i’ll see you then.

you huffed, throwing your phone down on the couch before stuffing your face in your hands, trying not to cry. you began methodically undressing yourself, taking off all your accessories and makeup, barely listening to the TV in the back drone on about some factory explosion that had happened in the next town over, killing two hundred people practically at once. you stopped to share some of the jewels with Hades, lighting his black flame and watching it dance in excitement, thanking him for never leaving you, even in the harshest of times. with all the makeup off, the dress peeled from your body and your shiny jewels laid on the table, you collapsed in bed, too tired and confused to dress yourself again.

a knock on the door had you scrambling off of your bed, hurrying to find a robe before peeking through the peephole to see who woke you up at such an early time on your rare day off. your eyes widened in surprise before squeaking, peeling the door open just a pinch to greet Daichi who held a rather large bouquet of flowers in his hand, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck and squinting his eyes as he held the petals out towards you.

“Daichi, i-”

“i’m real sorry about last night. crazy last minute meeting, totally unexpected. i promised i’d make it up to you though, right?”

you opened the door to him at that, blushing when you realized you were only in your robe before practically sprinting to your bedroom to begin getting ready. when you were ready, jacket in hand, you walked back out, a sheepish smile on your face.

“i uh, really didn’t think you would be here in the morning. thought you were just trying to lead me on or something,” you confessed.

“now doll, i think you know me better than that by now,” he chastised, standing up from your couch to offer you his arm.

you took it instantly, a bounce in your step as you followed him out of your apartment, listening to the door close with a resounding thud.

it took only a few minutes before you were sat in his sleek black car practically oozing with the feeling of money. you gingerly sat down in the leather seats, instantly feeling drowsy. shaking your head, you tried to fight it off but was stopped by Daichi.

“it’ll be a little bit of a drive before we get to where we’re going. you can take a nap, it’s okay. i’m a safe driver. i promise i won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

with his soothing words, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, allowing yourself to be completely relaxed in his presence.

a small jerk woke you up and you blinked, looking out the window to see fields and fields of picture perfect flowers. you were practically surrounded by them, the only clearing being the dirt road you came on and patch of grass leading up to a hill.

“Daichi…” you breathed, speechless by the beauty of the location.

“c’mon, lets eat.”

you practically scurried out of the car, eyes wide as you continued to scan your surroundings. he dutifully began taking the picnic out of the car, setting down the blanket, basket, food and drink in a tasteful and elegant way. you absolutely melted seeing all the delicious food that was laid out for you. before you had a chance to eat, however, Daichi grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into his arms and looking you in the eyes.

“y’know, i’ve been absolutely fascinated with you since the first day i met you, all doe-eyed and innocent. the world has knocked you down so many times and yet you still get back up to fight another day. tell me, if i offered you a life of luxury, of eternal peace, full of love and richness, never having to work a day in your life if you didn’t want to, would you take it?”

you were taken aback by his words, not understanding where they were coming from. sure, you two had spent so much time chatting at your coffee shop, sharing your hopes and dreams with him, confiding in him like you would no one else, but you didn’t realize he had taken it all to heart, that he had actually fallen in love with you like you him. you didn’t even realize in that moment that you had even really loved him until he said those words, looked deep into your soul like he knew everything about you and then some.

“i mean, if you’re offering, yeah, i think i’d like a life like that, but maybe once i got to know you first,” you only half joked, wanting to know more about him, a sucker for an idyllic life.

“just say yes and you can spend all the time in the world getting to know me.”

“yes, Daichi, i would take it in a heartbeat.”

he surged forward with that, lips attaching to your own with such ferocity that you weren’t even sure what to do. he tasted like rich chocolate, wine and coffee, a delicious medley on your tongue as you reacted on instinct alone. something about this, with him, felt so right. your head was muddled with thoughts of Daichi and only Daichi, a man who was so mysterious and yet so supportive, always there when you needed him, seemingly popping up out of the blue on your worst days. listening to your problems with a frown on his face, doing everything he possibly could to make you feel better, never overstepping his boundaries and cherishing the time you spent together like there was no tomorrow.

he whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he took you to the ground, flowers crunching around your body as he laid on top of you, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin of your neck, relishing in the way you went breathless just from his lips alone.

“tell me that you want me, that you need me, that you worship me, that i’m the only man you’ll ever need,” he commanded, popping the buttons open on your shirt and ravishing your chest, tweaking your bare nipples in his hands, the cold shocking you to the core.

“you’re all i’ll ever need, Daichi,” you confirmed, too consumed in your own pleasure, wanting to feel more and more of him until he was all you could think of.

“let me take care of you princess.”

with that, he delicately pulled your shirt off, your pants coming down next, your underwear not receiving such a kind fate as they were cruelly ripped off your body. you gasped as you felt his hot breath on your thigh, squirming underneath his touch, the way his tongue danced along your inner thigh, flesh sinking in between his teeth. you whined at the way his cold fingers ghosted over your clit, just barely there but enough to make you go crazy.

“Daichi, please, i need you, please.”

he complied without resistance, his tongue darting out to kitten lick your clit, relishing in the way you instantly melted underneath his touch. you were absolutely enraptured with the way he felt against your body, the cool of his hand tracing seemingly meaningless patterns against your silky inner thigh, his other sinking into your heat, enveloping his digits with warmth, something he rarely felt, his tongue licking and sucking on your bud like your life depended on it. it was all too much, the feeling of him on top of you, doting on you like you were everything to him and you came suddenly, pulsating around his fingers, your own carded in his hair to ground yourself, tears leaking out of your eyes at the sheer feeling of him, only him.

he slowly calmed you down from your high, eyes never leaving his body as his fingers gently continued to pump in and out of you, his other hand continuing to soothe your body, kisses placed anywhere he could reach. when you were finally calm, he removed his fingers, still cold despite the warmth the received, and licked them clean, watching as your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the sight of him worshipping you.

“let’s get you cleaned up and get some food in you, yeah?”

he spent the next few minutes gently wiping you off, dressing you back in most of your clothes sans the underwear he destroyed, a sheepish and apologetic smile on his face as he promised to buy you a new pair, no matter the price. you shrugged your jacket on over your shoulders, finally noticing how cold it was, a chill running straight to your core as you tightened clothing around you.

after a few moments of catching your breath, you stood up with the help of Daichi, walking over to the picnic and sitting down, mouth drooling at the sight of food, suddenly ravenous.

“were you really serious about saying yes, about being mine forever?”

“like i said Daichi, i do want to get to know you better, but i can’t deny i’m not falling in love with you. something about you feels familiar, like you’ve been with me my whole life, like you know me better than i know myself. i feel so comfortable and safe around you. so yes, call me a dumb romantic, but i was serious about that.”

with a satisfied nod, he began feeding you, watching you closely as you swallowed food after food, a delighted smile on your face. you felt stronger, more relaxed, less cold and certainly happier eating and drinking, taking the time to really talk to Daichi, learn about him, his thoughts and feelings, some of his tragic past and your heart hurt more and more as you listened to him.

when all was said and done, you stood up, wiping the crumbs off your body as looked at Daichi, a smile plastered on your face.

“when are you taking me home?” you questioned, looking around the field to see if you could spot anything else to do.

“well, my dear, whenever you’re ready, i’ll show you your new home right away. after all, what kind of king would i be if i didn’t let my queen see her palace right away?”

“what?” you questioned, looking at him quizzically.

when he stood up, you noticed the whole mood had shifted and so did the world. the flowers, as bright and beautiful as they were, were no longer illuminated by a brilliant sun but rather a striking moon, darkness encircling your very body. you felt cold and yet not cold at all, like it was a very part of your being. Daichi seemed to stand immortally tall before you, an air of authority that was not there before. beautiful houses scattered the flowerbeds, people milling about, people from stories you had read to soothe yourself to sleep as you dreamt of one day being a hero of your own.

“Daichi, what is going on?” you asked, frightened and confused.

“well, doll, i did ask you several times to make sure but i knew in my heart that you would come to accept and eventually love this life as i have,” he started, gesturing for you to turn around to look out behind you, a whole world opening up in front of your eyes, “this is the underworld, i am Hades, you’re currently in the Elysian Fields, now that you ate the food down here, you are an immortal part of me and this, my queen, is your new home.”

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mull3ts · 4 years

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Quarantine Boyz, Part 2

Pairing | NCT's 00 line x Reader

⚠ Warnings! | Smut, Orgy (5some), Swearing, Voyeurism, Yangyang now included!, Double penetration, squirting, Dirty talk, spanking, Degration, Anal, *unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!), this goes from 100 to 0 real quick, There's no smut on Yangyang coz idk how to feel abt that 😔

· Part 1

Week 2: Day 8/14, 9:42 pm

"Wider" Jaemin demanded, "Spread you legs wider princess-"

"Look who's having all of the fun over there" Donghyuck teased from the doorframe along with Renjun. "It wouldn't be very nice to not share, would it Y/N?" Renjun questioned. You shook your head, "If you two wanna join then do something" Jeno said before shoving his fingers back into your mouth along with Jaemin finally entering inside of you.

"Fine" The two boys said stripping themselves from their clothes and joining the rest of you on the bed. Jaemin slowly entered you to help you adjust to him, as Jeno removed his fingers from your mouth now also entering your stuffed hole.

"A-ah, wait Jeno are you gonna-" You asked scared you actually might split in two, Jeno gently caressed your cheek. "Don't worry babe, I'll try to be gentle. No promises though" He said as he was trusting himself inside of you.

"Wow, look at what a dirty girl you are. Taking two cocks in that small pussy of yours" Donghyuck whispered in your ear. "Maybe we should tie your hands together, how does that sound?" Renjun taunted as he watched your face react to Jeno and Jaemin ruining you.

Spank

"Answer him, princess. You want your hands tied together?" Jaemin groaned.

You nodded, "P-please, do it.". "Good girl" Renjun cooed as Donghyuck went through Jaemin's closet to find a necktie. "Here" Donghyuck said as he threw the necktie to Renjun to tie around your wrists. They all chuckled a bit looking at your now tied hands.

"Look at how pretty your hands are now babygirl, all tied up so you can't do anything" Donghyuck teased. "You can't do a single thing to us while we wreck your little pussy" Renjun chuckled.

"I think I'm gonna c-cum" You said weakly. Jeno cocked his head to the side and gave you a lazy smile, "Cumming so soon?". "Aw, that's cute princess. Are our cocks really that good?" Jaemin cooed from behind you. Renjun leaned closer to your ear. "Why don't you beg to cum, hm?".

Jeno chuckled at Renjun's suggestion, "C'mon babe, tell us how much you wanna cum". "I-i wanna cum, please. Ah, please let me cum I'll be g-good I-i promise!".

"Promise, huh?" Donghyuck teased. "Y-yes, please just let me cum!" You moaned making Jeno smile at your eagerness. "What do you think, Jaemin? Wanna let our little girl cum?". Jaemin nodded. "Do it princess. But when you cum, look at Jeno and don't you dare take your eyes off of his eyes."

Donghyuck leaned closer to your ear, "Go on babygirl, make a mess on their cocks, Don't hold back". When you reached your high it made you clench hard causing Jeno and Jaemin to cum not long after you. You squirted causing the 2 boys still deep inside of you to curse under their breath. First Jaemin, then Jeno pulled out admiring your pussy stuffed with their cum.

Jeno reached down to collect some on his fingers and pushed it back into your hole causing you to gasp a little at the sudden contact. Jaemin lazily chuckled at your reaction before looking at Renjun and Donghyuck who were staring at you.

"Did she just-"

"Squirt? Yeah"

"Hot" Donghyuck complimented

"Our turn" Renjun said proudly. First Donghyuck lined up with your entrance. But then Renjun was lining up with your asshole. "A-ah, Renjun! Be careful, p-please" You whimpered making Renjun chuckle a little. "I'll try my best, angel".

Donghyuck was thrusting himself inside of you making sure to go as deep as he could. "Fuck babygirl, h-how are you still so tight after 2 cocks rammed your pussy?" He asked. "That's cause she's our good little girl, right princess?" Jaemin whispered in your ear. "Y-yeah, a-ah! Renjun!". Your nails were creating little marks in your hands as you couldn't grip onto anything. "Calm down, angel, the pain'll go away" Renjun said softly trying to easy your pain. Donghyuck on the other hand, was now thrusting in you relentlessly. "You like that, babygirl? Hm? Tell me" Donghyuck taunted. "S-slow down! Please" You begged as Renjun now started to thrust in your ass adding to the pleasure that you couldn't handle. "You want me to speed up? Ok" Donghyuck teased. "God, you're so hot"

With Donghyuck and Renjun's dicks both inside of you at once, you couldn't help but cum quickly. "M'gonna c-cum! Please l-let me cum!" You moaned. "Not yet, babygirl, us first" Donghyuck said sternly. Eventually the 2 boys filled you with their cum resulting in you squirting again. "Look at you..." Jeno said looking at your cum filled pussy, "All fucked out from 4 cocks, what a little whore you are for us. What do you say after we fucked you so well, babe?" Jeno questioned cocking his head to the side.

"T-thank you" You mumbled "Thank you for what princess?" Jaemin said lifting your chin to make you look at him.

"Thank you all f-for fucking me so well"

Day 9/14, 11:33 am

You woke up, with excruciating pain.

"Hi there, hot stuff. Glad to see you awake"

Jeno.

"I am pain Lee Jeno"

"Wonder who's fault is that?"

"Yours"

"25% of it is, babe" He smirked then kissed your forehead. "Can you get up?" He questioned.

You shook your head ask he lazily laughed at you. "Aw, here, I'll carry you". He scooped you up in his arms and brought you to the kitchen where the rest of the boys were eating

"Hi there, cutie" Cooed Donghyuck while eating a sandwich earning a glare from you as Jeno sat you down then taking a seat for himself. "I see that you can't walk" Jaemin said smiling at you. "Sush, Na Jaemin" You mumbled as Donghyuck cleared his throat.

"So," Donghyuck began, "What happens now?". "I guess we could take turns?" Renjun suggested. "DIBS ON HER FIRST!" Yelled Donghyuck followed by Jaemin, Jeno, then Renjun. "So, Donghyuck first, then Jaemin, Jeno, and last is Renjun?" You questioned, they all nodded. "I'm gonna be adventurous and take you in the kitchen" Donghyuck whispered to you, "NU UH NOT IN MY GOSH DANG KITCHEN LEE DONGHYUCK. I rule this kitchen, therefore I can fuck in this kitchen, not you" Said Jaemin sternly causing laughter to erupt in the kitchen.

"So when do "the turns" begin?"

"Today"

"W-what?"

And so that's how it went from days 9/14 to 13/14

They all took turns as they said they would and you were fine with it

Then there was the last day where you supposedly "Could go outside"

But I know what you're thinking

"WHERE'S THE TURNS?"

Ladies and Gentlemen, that will be added, in time

I'm letting you recover ;D

Day 14/14, 11:11 am

"So we can't go out?"

Renjun shook his head, "Nope"

"Listen here, Smurfette, I need some weird special detergent for this Peppa Pig apron because the little tag said so. What am I gonna do?" Jaemin snapped. "Chill out Jaemin, it's only an apron" Donghyuck retorted. "What did you do to that apron anyway?" Renjun asked.

"I might've got cum on the apron" Jaemin mumbled.

"Huh?" Renjun and Donghyuck blurted in confusion.

"I got semen on the apron" Jaemin hissed. The two boys infront of him bursted out in laughter, "You got cum, on your Peppa Pig apron?" Donghyuck said in disbelief.

"Yeah" Jaemin mumbled while Renjun was laughing hysterically.

"You got what on your apron?" You exclaimed walking down the stairs with Jeno.

"I got cum on my fucking apron" Jaemin sighed, as now you and Jeno started laughing. But you stopped laughing, followed by Renjun, then Jeno. Donghyuck was the only one left laughing.

He cleared his throat, "Oh, we're not l-laughing anymore. Uh, w-why?" Donghyuck stammered out.

"I-"

"J-jaemin and Y/N f-fucked in the- the-" Renjun said with caution

"Oh just say it"

"JAEMIN AND Y/N FUCKED IN THE DAMN KITCHEN"

The room was filled with eyerolls and groans of disbelief. "W-we sanitized it if it makes you feel b-better?" Jaemin hesitantly spoke.

"Will you all, stop? Or else I'll sing that Justin Timberlake song in German"

"How do you even know that song-"

"Ten showed me" Yangyang whispered

Day 14/14, 11:11 pm

"Oh, fuck" You moaned

The light turned on.

Yangyang was met with his 5 naked roomates looking straight at him.

"I'm assuming Jaemin didn't close the door, again"

Jaemin nodded, "You wanna do this, Y/N?" he asked looking at you with a knowing look.

"Come here"

*a/n: And tada ladies and gentlemen, I bring you the long awaited Quarantine Boyz part 2 🤧 Sorry if that ending was a bit rushed because I honestly didn't know how to end this. Anyways I hope you enjoyed reading this~~~ 💖💖💖 -Abi~ <3

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everybodyscupoftea · 3 years

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can’t help falling in love with you

college isaac x reader

christmas movies and cuddles with a hint of falling in love along the way

okay so the timeline is like they met in the fall, got together the next spring, and this is the christmas after. so like they’ve been dating 9-10 months

it’s 5 a.m. hahaha fuck. it’s a 4+1 format though!

(warnings: cursing, drinking, zero editing)

You had two problems.

The first was something you noticed early on. It was Isaac’s tendency to make himself small. Maybe not physically, but it was like he hated being too needy. You weren’t sure if it was because he thought it would bother you or if it was just a habit of trying to not take up much space, but you wanted to get to the root of it.

It took you a few weeks to figure out how to bring it up, and you really only did because of his reaction to a goodbye hug. You squeezed him tight when he left, and he full body shivered. Pulling away quickly, you gave him a concerned look, “Everything okay, did I hurt you?”

He smiled wryly and shook his head, “I’m good. Just needed a hug more than I realized.”

You’d had suspicions that physical touch was pretty high up on his preferred love languages, but he’d never said anything about it, and he kept his personal space relatively well, so you’d pushed the thought away. Maybe you should’ve just pressed it anyway.

That afternoon you promised yourself that you were going to be better. If he was too scared to ask, you wouldn’t make him, you’d just look for it more. Luckily, it was pretty obvious when he needed it.

The second was Isaac’s lack of experience with holiday movies. One afternoon, the two of you met for lunch between your classes. It was almost finals week and you’d started listening to Christmas music for the serotonin boost.

“You know,” you started when he sat down across from you, “Carol of the Bells hits so nice when you’re speed walking across campus. Reminds me of Home Alone and I feel like I can do anything.”

He hummed thoughtfully, nodding along, “Yeah, I bet.”

“You know what I’m talking about right?”

Isaac shrugged, “No, but I believe you.”

Your jaw dropped, “You’ve never seen Home Alone?”

“I never really watched Christmas movies growing up. We didn’t really do much of anything for the holidays. My dad worked a lot and my mom wasn’t there either.”

He avoided your eyes, and your heart sank. Over the months of dating, he’d pointedly avoided talking about his family. You weren’t really upset, it was his business and you figured he’d tell you when he felt comfortable, but the little references made you sad when he made them.

“We should watch some this year. It’s like a family tradition at my house to watch a bunch leading up to Christmas.”

You couldn’t help but notice his face soften a bit at the word family, and you were determined to make this first Christmas together great.

One: Klaus

Isaac cooked dinner, spaghetti and meatballs, with little to no help from you. Your greatest contribution was easily keeping his wine glass topped off. He was beautiful, face flushed from the heat coming off the stove and from the alcohol, and you couldn’t help but poke his cheek, giggling at the disgruntled face gave you.

“Cute,” you told him, pinching his cheek gently.

“Stop distracting me and put the garlic bread in the oven.”

“Yes sir.”

Rolling his eyes at your reply, Isaac turned the eye under the pasta off and took the pot off to drain it over the sink. Before pouring, he took a clean mug out of the dish drainer and scooped out some of the water.

“What’s that for?”

“Always save pasta water for your sauce,” he answered, pouring the rest out.

Steam billowed up in his face and you laughed, “Nice facial I bet.”

“Felt great,” he deadpanned, turning back with the strainer full of spaghetti noodles.

Nodding enthusiastically, “I was gonna suggest face masks for tonight, but you might be fine without.”

“No,” he was quick to correct, “I still want a mask.”

Chuckling, you held your hands up, “Fine with me. We can put them on before the movie.”

“Thought we were going to eat while the movie is on.”

“No, I haven’t seen this one before so I want to give it my full focus.”

Isaac shrugged, used to your weird requests, and went back to focusing on the food. You hoped he would hurry, you were hungry and you didn’t want to drink anymore until you had some food in your system.

After what felt like forever, he flipped the stove off and pulled the garlic bread out of the oven. He handed you a plate, “Want to fix yours first?”

“No, you cooked, I’ll go second.”

Bending down, he pressed a kiss to your temple, and stepped away to start piling food onto his plate. You filled yours after and followed him over to the couch where he was sitting, waiting on you to start eating.

“You could’ve started.”

“Wanted to wait, it’s polite.”

You rolled your eyes, “Guess chivalry isn’t dead.”

“Damn straight.”

“Okay but you really do need moisturizer,” you told him after he dried his face post-mask.

“Skin feels fine,” he told you, stroking his cheek a few times.

You sighed, knocking his hand away, and rubbed moisturizer in, ignoring the face he made in response. When you finished, you grabbed the hand you’d knocked away and pulled him back to the couch to start the movie.

“Dishes?” Isaac asked, sounding a little worried.

“Later, I’m ready for the movie.”

“You’re going to fall asleep, wine makes you tired,” he warned.

“Never.”

You pushed him down first and tried to position him the way you wanted. After a few seconds, and some amused looks from Isaac, you sat down on the couch, leaning your back against his chest, both of you’s legs stretched out across the couch.

Isaac always ran warm, and you tilted your head, pressing the side of your face into his chest to see the TV. He huffed out a laugh, “Comfy?”

“Very. Can you hit play, pretty please?”

He did and the movie started. It wasn’t noticeable how tense he’d been when you first laid down, but as time ticked on and he got more into the movie, Isaac relaxed. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, fingers pushing your shirt up and stroking rhythmically over the exposed stripe of skin on your hip.

You couldn’t stop the shiver and his chest rumbled with a laugh. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, you tugged gently, wrinkling your nose at the image on screen, “Bet those fish smell bad.”

“Bet she smells bad.”

Pausing for a second to think, you said, “You know, that whole town gives onion vibes.”

“Onion vibes?”

“I feel like it reeks. Bad vibes equals onion smell.”

Isaac laughed, tilting his head down to brush a kiss across your hairline, “Can’t argue with that logic.”

“Furthermore,” you held a finger up to emphasize your point, and he snorted, “it feels musty right? Like I bet it feels damp.”

“Well it is covered in snow.”

“But like, humid almost. Dank, maybe?”

Humming, he answered, “I think I know what you mean.”

You watched as the main character convinced the kids to pay him to send their letters with a frown, “I’m not sure how...ethical that is.”

“The evils of a capitalist society,” he said, and you nodded, chin hitting his collarbone.

“Ouch,” you muttered, rubbing it. Isaac brushed over your chin gently as if to soothe the pain before he brought it back down to your hip.

His warmth combined with the blanket covering the two of you, the wine you’d drank, and the movie playing quietly in the background lulled you to sleep, just like Isaac predicted. The music startled you awake once, eyes fluttering as you watched the sleigh almost teeter off the edge of a cliff, but his rhythmic breathing knocked you back out.

It didn’t seem like much longer later when Isaac squeezed your hip playfully, waking you back up fully.

“Gotta do the dishes, sweetheart, let me up.”

Yawning, you reluctantly sat up, stretching, “I’ll help.”

“You can go to bed, I’ll be there in twenty.”

“No, you cooked, I’ll help.”

He chuckled as you stumbled, reaching for his hand in your half asleep state. The kitchen light woke you up fully when he flipped it on, and you blinked a few times, bumping your hip playfully into his when he took up all the space in front of the sink.

“I’ll wash, you dry,” he told you, handing over a dish towel.

“Fine.”

It took less than 20 minutes with both of you working, and he held his hands out for you to grab after turning the water off. You took them and let him pull you through the living room to your bedroom.

Pulling the covers back, both of you climbed into bed. He brushed some hair out of your face and kissed you gently, trailing his lips across your cheek to your forehead where he moved back to whisper, “Goodnight, lovely.”

Two: A Christmas Story

The weather was miserable and you felt so bad for dragging Isaac out in it. It wasn’t quite cold enough for snow, an unusual “warm” snap, but it was cold enough for the rain to leave a deep chill in your bones.

“Fuck,” he muttered, shivering, “we should get some coffee on the way home.”

“Yeah, something warm sounds fantastic right now.”

He drove to the nearest drive-thru near your apartment, and you cradled the latte to your chest as he drove the rest of the way home. The rain picked up as soon as he parked and you sighed, “Wanna run for it?”

Isaac nodded, “I guess. We can always change.”

Unfortunately, there were no close spots near your building, so both of you ran, splashing through puddles carelessly, just wanting to get out of the rain as fast as possible. He laughed at your disgruntled face, and you wrinkled your nose, “Gonna be miserable for the rest of the day.”

“You won’t. We’ll crank the heat up and watch a movie. Didn’t you have a list?”

“I do,” you brightened considerably, “we should watch A Christmas Story. It’s my dad’s favorite.”

“Deal.”

The inside of your apartment was dark and cold, and you flipped on a lamp, shivering. He walked to the thermostat, and you went to your room to dig through the drawers for clothes. Isaac walked in soon after you and you handed him a pair of his sweatpants and a sweater.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, starting to struggle with his wet jeans.

You snorted at his frustrated face, “Told you to just wear sweats.”

“Never,” he swore, “only in the comfort of my home.”

“Oh,” you teased, “you consider this home?”

“Of course,” he answered, eyes looking slightly watery, “you’re home.”

Your smile softened and you held your arms open for him to walk into. Squeezing you in a tight hug, Isaac buried his face into your hair. You mumbled, “Good, because you’re my home too.”

He pulled back and started shimmying out of his jeans again. You were finished changing way before he was and sat on the edge of your bed to wait. There was a furrow between his eyebrows as he finally kicked his jeans off, and you stood to grab the pile of wet clothes to wash.

“Start up my laptop and we can watch the movie,” you told him, pulling the door shut behind you in case your roommate was home.

You started the laundry and walked back to your room, sipping the latte you’d left in the kitchen on your way in. Isaac was scrolling through your movies when you walked back in the room, propped up against your pillows, blanket over his lap.

The rain had picked up again outside, beating against the window near your bed, and you sat down next to Isaac, his arm coming up to wrap around your shoulder.

“Ready?” he asked, hovering over the movie title.

“Born ready.”

Isaac hit play and you rested your head on his shoulder, legs crossed in front of you. You couldn’t drink your coffee at the angle your head was tilted against his shoulder, but you liked feeling him laugh too much to care if it was going cold.

His arm around your shoulder went limp as he fully relaxed into the movie. At the tire changing scene, Isaac snorted, “Well isn’t this relatable.”

Biting your lip, you winced, “Sorry.”

“All good, hon. Not upset, a little funny even.”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, “If you say so.”

Isaac’s other hand dropped to hold yours that was closest to him, and you smiled as he brought it up to his face to kiss the back of it. You squeezed his hand and laced your fingers together.

“You know,” you interrupted, “hand holding is the most underrated way to show affection.”

He hummed, “I think I agree.”

“You like holding my hand?” you asked, cheeky smile on your face.

“I do.”

“Good. Now you’re obligated to keep holding my hand forever.”

“Forever, huh? You sure you want to keep me around that long?”

Untangling your hand from his, you held out your pinky, “Promise, bub.”

He linked his pinky with yours and shook it. Before you could say anything else, he tapped your nose, “Now hush, I’m trying to watch the movie.”

Scrunching your nose, you grabbed his hand again, “Don’t shush me.”

“I thought you wanted me to watch this.”

“I do.”

“You’re distracting me.”

You huffed, “Fine. Just rewind.”

Isaac snorted and did as you asked, leaning back against the pillows when he finished. Cuddling back into his side, you couldn’t help the little sigh of happiness that escaped.

Three: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

Isaac had apparently been having trouble sleeping. It took you a few days to notice, but he came over for dinner one night and the bags under his eyes were incredibly pronounced.

“Hey, everything okay?”

He sighed, “Scott and Stiles went home so the apartment has been lonesome to say the least.”

“Bad dreams?” asking was a tossup, you were unsure whether he’d actually be forthcoming with the details he was usually so tight-lipped about.

You were unsure if it was because of the lack of sleep or he just decided to let you in, with a hum, he answered, “Yeah, this time of year isn’t the greatest. Everyone’s with their family and I’m just alone.”

Nodding, you held a hand out for him to take, “You know, one of my comfort movies is on the list of holiday movies, if you want to try it out.”

“I’d like that. I like learning about your comfort things, makes me feel closer to you.”

You smiled, “I’d like to learn more about yours someday.”

“You will,” he said so matter of factly that you believed him.

He let you pull him over to the couch and sat down normally, legs out in front of him. You put the movie in the DVD player and sat next to him, stretching your legs across his lap.

“You know,” you told him as the snowman started talking, “I kinda forgot what the fuck happens in this movie.”

“I thought it was your comfort movie.”

“It is. I watched it a lot as a kid with my sister.”

Looking thoughtful, he went quiet and started watching again.

“The island of misfit toys,” he said, chin resting on his hand, elbow propped on your shin, “kind of dark for a kids movie.”

You laughed, “Just wait.”

Not too much longer later, he flinched as Yukon fell over the cliff, “The fuck?!”

“It’s alright, Isaac,” you told him, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

Pouting, he slumped forward fully on your legs and pressed his head into your hand. You took the hint and started running your hand through it, scratching his scalp gently. His chin stayed resting on your shin as he finished the movie out.

“I can see why it’s your comfort movie. Happy ending, familiar tale, and a little bit of romance.”

“Yeah. My mom used to play it while we decorated the Christmas tree.”

“You’re a big traditions person, huh?”

“Definitely,” you confirmed, “something to look forward to.”

“My dad wasn’t around much,” Isaac confided, “and when he was, he was mean. I wish I had siblings, but my mom left before she could have another one.”

“Have you talked to your dad much since moving?”

His laugh was humorless, “Fortunately, no. I moved and I left for good. I have no interest in going back to Beacon Hills.”

“So that’s why you decided to stay, huh?”

“Rather stay here with you than go someplace to see people not worth my time.”

“Do you ever talk to your family members?”

“No. I don’t think I’ve ever really forgiven my mom for abandoning me, and my dad is a lost cause. I lived with a guy named Argent for a while after my dad kicked me out, but he’s been abroad since I left for school.”

“How’d you know him?”

“His daughter Allison was my good friend. She’s at school abroad.”

You paused your scratching and cradled his chin, turning his face to look at you, “So you’d go if they were still in Beacon Hills?”

Isaac frowned, “Maybe.”

“Family is important, no matter if it’s blood or not.”

“I guess that’s kind of a moral in Rudolph isn’t it.”

You laughed, “Yeah, I guess it is.”

He sat up and leaned forward to kiss you. When he pulled away, Isaac smiled, “Thanks for listening to me.”

“Thanks for opening up.”

Four: Elf

“Okay but how often do they have free drive-in,” you pleaded, “and it’s a Christmas movie, and they’re giving out eggnog.”

“Personally, not a huge fan of eggnog.”

“Hot chocolate too.”

He paused, “You might get me with the hot chocolate.”

You snorted, “Well, you don’t have much time to decide because it starts in two hours.”

Inhaling sharply, he stood, “Let’s go.”

“Yes!” you cheered, grabbing two blankets off the couch to bring for when he turned the car off.

“It’s going to be cold, sweetheart,” he warned, looking at your leggings and hoodie.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Mhmm,” he raised his eyebrows, “we’ll see if you say so in an hour.”

It was cold, and part of you didn’t want to admit how cold you were, but eventually the shivers won out and you smiled sheepishly at Isaac, “Can you turn the car on?”

“Nope,” he popped the p, “I did warn you.”

You pouted and he rolled his eyes, an amused look on his face. After a few seconds, he lifted the console up and slid across the seat, arm out for you to squeeze close.

“Thanks, bud,” you told him gratefully as the movie started.

“I think I have a sweater in the back seat,” he offered.

“Nah, it’ll be cold anyway.”

He nodded and wrapped the blanket around you, “Offer’s open.”

Isaac was a movie talker, not that you ever minded, you were too, but you could tell he really liked Elf because he barely spoke the whole time.

Leaning into his side warmed you up, and you watched silently, aimlessly playing with his hoodie strings.

“I know it’s not the most prominent theme in these holiday movies,” he said, “it seems that shit dads are pretty common. Like, Merry Christmas to you and all your daddy issues.”

“Oh my god,” you snorted, “I guess you’re not wrong. You elbowed him, “Merry Christmas to you and all your daddy issues.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he told you, kissing your cheek, “I’d rather be here with daddy issues than be in Beacon Hills with a dad.”

Clapping a hand over your mouth, you laughed loudly, “I’m not sure if that’s the truth, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

“It’s true. You do mean the most to me.”

Your eyes widened, “Wow, I love you too.”

Isaac’s cheeks turned red and he jumped in surprise at the sudden yelling on screen. You pinched his cheek, and the best way you could describe the look in his eyes was fond. He sighed, “I don’t-”

“Don’t worry,” you reassured, “I know.”

“You’re too good to me.”

“Too good? Nah. You deserve all the good things.”

“So,” he trailed off mischievously, “if I deserve good things, does that mean we can eat only from the four main food groups for the rest of the break?”

“What?” you were lost.

“Candy, candy canes, candy corn, and syrup.”

“Fuck no. I know that you’re joking because I think the lack of cooking would do you in, but I still can’t stand the thought.”

Isaac laughed, “No, I wouldn’t, but I do really like this one.”

“Good. More found family content.”

“It is a theme.”

“The best theme.”

“I know you aren’t the most fond of reading, but I have some books really heavy on found families that I think you’d really like.”

It wasn’t the first time Isaac had recommended you books before, and you hadn’t ever taken them, but you’d thought, with all the opening up he’d been doing, the least you could do was take a suggestion.

“Give me a list, I’ll check some out.”

He smiled softly at you and squeezed your hand, “I will.”

Plus One: Home Alone

Isaac stumbled out of the Uber, and waited for you to climb out, “Come on, babe,” he slurred when you took a few seconds.

“Coming, can’t find my phone,” you told him, patting around the backseat.

“I’ve got it in my pocket,” he told you.

“Oh, shit, okay.”

He threw an arm around you and the two of you walked toward his apartment, “Fucking hell, they spiked the fuck out of that cider.”

You giggled, “To be fair, we both had a lot.”

“We did.” Isaac fumbled with the keys and managed to get his door unlocked after a minute of missing the keyhole. He grinned proudly, “Let’s fucking go.”

“Wow, a genius,” you mocked and he rolled his eyes.

“Just go change so we can watch a movie.”

Luckily, you and Isaac were both floor people when drunk. You went into his bathroom to take off all your makeup and change, and by the time you finished, he was flipping through TV channels and laying on a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor.

“ABC Family probably has a movie on.”

And when he managed to find the channel, Home Alone was playing. Isaac squinted at it, “I think I’ve seen this one.”

“It’s my favorite,” you gushed.

“We’ll watch it then. Lemme go change.”

Isaac left and you slumped back on the blankets, eyes shutting a few times as a wave of tiredness hit you. On screen Kevin screamed, and you jumped, waking up fully as Isaac flopped down next to you.

He laughed, “Comfy?”

“Could be better,” you answered, pulling at him until you could lay your head on his chest. He laughed and you tossed a leg over his. When you finally stopped squirming, you poked his chest, “Now I’m good.”

“What if I’m not comfy?”

“Tough.”

Isaac snorted, “I guess I’ll just deal.”

“Thanks for your service, bro.”

He focused on the screen, “How are these assholes not dead?”

You blinked a few times, trying to focus, “I don’t know actually. Like I would’ve just wanted to die after a certain amount of pain, right?”

“Head on fire? I’m noping right out of that. Fuck the houses.”

“Absolutely, hit me on the head with an iron and I’m gone.”

Isaac laughed, “Weak pain tolerance for the win.”

He picked up his hand and held it up limply, you picked yours up to high five him. It was sloppy and you missed most of his hand, but he grabbed it and refused to let it go. Kissing it sloppily, you smiled at him.

“Sap,” you teased.

“Only for you, of course.”

“Of course, I’d hope so.”

He fell asleep pretty soon after, and you took a minute to reflect. For a while into your relationship, Isaac refused to sleep over. You weren’t sure why, and it kind of hurt your feelings at the start. Eventually he did, but he always waited until you fell asleep first.

Home Alone played in the background softly as he slept, eyelashes fluttering, and you smiled at him. You traced over his cheekbones and across his brow bone, pausing when he made a face before tapping his nose.

“Stop,” he mumbled.

“No.”

You pulled him closer and entwined your legs with his. He huffed, “What if I have to pee.”

“Hold it, I’m trapping you here.”

“You can’t trap me, I’m bigger than you.”

“You can carry me if you must.”

He hummed, “Fine. Hopefully I don’t drop you.”

“You won’t,” you told him, confidently.

“Oh yeah, you trust me that much?”

“Mhmm, obviously,” you tapped his lip.

Nipping at your fingers, he laughed, “Why?”

“Because you love me, you wouldn’t hurt me.”

He froze under your fingertips, and you stayed quiet to let him work through it. Tracing mindlessly, you smiled at him, his brows furrowed.

“I do,” he spoke eventually, “I do love you.”

Your eyes filled up and you bit your lip, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, because I love you too.”

“Good.”

day five of @obxmermaid‘s holiday challenge: holiday movies

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