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wrong time | jjk
‷ part of the timing seriesÂ
†pairing: jungkook x female reader
†genre: parent au, exes to lovers, ceo au, angst, fluff, and smut
†rating: 18+
†warnings: dilf!jungkook, tattooed!jungkook, swearing, mention of breakup, mention of jk being a fuckboy, broken hearts, nervousness, communication issues, mention of going through a dark period, oc wasnât really nice, mention of sickness, mention of the hard side of parenthood, jk and oc are workalcoholics, the closure conversation, mention of sex, mention of death, mention of grief, mention of cheating,  sexual tension, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, nipple play, pet names, penetrative sex, protected sex, rough sex, and creampie
†words: 13,986
†summary: meeting ten years later the girl he deeply fell in love with is something Jungkook never thought would happen. But here you are, standing before his eyes with a bright smile on your face as you walk through the massive lobby of his company. At that exact moment, he realizes that the two of you fell in love at the wrong time but is now the right time? Â
†authorâs note: wrong time is finally all yours! i actually canât believe itâs finally posted after almost a year of work! but it also makes me incredibly happy to release it. the past year has been a crazy year and this fic is a reflection of all that. most of the things mentioned in the fic are things that i experienced so this makes wrong time even more special to my heart đ i really want to thank my nikki @xpeachesncreamâ for her support, i know i couldnât have done it without her! đ enjoy the fic & let me know what you thought of it!đÂ
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A bright smile spreads across Jungkookâs face as he stares down at his five years old daughter, Arya. In the past ten years, he has made quite a lot of mistakes but Arya will forever remain his best mistake.
âHave a wonderful day, my little queenie,â he says while kneeling down at his daughterâs level.
His smile grows wider when his eyes linger a little longer on the small human being that he adores with his entire soul. She looks extremely tiny in her navy blue dress and with her massive backpack. Arya doesnât get to choose what she wears when she goes to school, she has her uniform. So outside school, her father lets her pick whatever she wants to dress.
âYou too, dadda,â she says before throwing her minuscule body into Jungkookâs arms.
Having his daughter in his arms is what truly brings warmth and happiness to his broken soul. For this, heâd sell his soul to the devil, and for her, heâd fight every battle. Well, honestly speaking, he has been battling his own demons since the moment he found out heâd become a father. He never wanted her daughter to have an absent or mentally sick father. He wanted to be present for her from the beginning.
âTonight mommy will pick you up, and youâll stay with her for the week, okay?â
Jungkook is the CEO of Jeon Industries, the company he built from ashes seven years ago. Due to his extremely busy schedule, he only gets to spend the weekends with his daughter. Every monday morning, he drops her at school before passing by her motherâs house to drop her things off, and then, he goes to work.
âYes, dadda, I know,â she says with a nod.
The only thing he deeply regrets is offering this family dynamic to his daughter. She always lives in between two houses, and only spends the weekdays with her mother and the weekends with her father. He wished to give her the same family he grew up in, but despite that, he knows that his little baby is very happy which is the most important for him.
âIf anything happens, you ask mommy to call me, okay princess?â
The little girl nods once more before newly squeezing her father in her arms.
âDonât worry, Iâll be with mama,â she simply replies. Â
Eunji, Aryaâs mother has become a great friend of Jungkook, and he knows that sheâll take good care of his tiny princess. But heâs always scared something might happen to her. A life without her is something he doesnât want to imagine. A little over six years ago, he wouldnât even be able to imagine himself becoming a father but today, it is the other way around. This little girl has brought so much light into his life. A light he never thought heâd find.
âBye, dadda,â she says before pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek.
A small smile appears on his face while he turns around and stands up to look at his little girl walking to the schoolâs entrance. His eyes donât leave her tiny figure until she reaches her school and disappears from his field of vision. At that moment, he feels a little twinge in his heart. Heâll deeply miss Arya for the next few days, but thatâs the way it is.
The only way to spend every single day with her is to get into a relationship with her mother, but ever since he met her, he has never loved her. Thereâs only one woman he ever loved. Itâs the one that got away. You. Even after those past ten years, heâs still not over you. And to be honest, he doesnât think heâll ever get over you. The void you left inside his heart is tremendous and nobody, except you, will ever be able to fill it. Â
After a couple of minutes of standing in front of his daughterâs school, he walks to his car with his hands in his suit pantsâ pockets. With his head down, he tries to wipe away the fact that he already misses his daughter and that he still misses you after all this time. Some years ago, he believed that by now he would have had his life together but heâs still as lost as he was after the breakup.
Things are for sure different because he has Arya and heâs used to living with this sadness. He has also become the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the country. He has also stopped being a fuckboy, he tries to find someone thatâll want to spend the rest of their life with him but itâs not easy when he compares all the girls to his old lover. None of them actually stand a chance.
His phone rings, causing him to remove it from his pocket. The name of his assistant is appearing on the screen, and without thinking, he picks up the call. Itâs always important when Davy calls him.
âHey Davy,â he says as he answers the call.
âHello, Mr. Jeon,â the man on the other side of the call says, âMr. Kim is here and wants to speak with you urgently.â
A deep sight leaves his lips. Kim Taehyung is his best scientist. Without this man, Jeon Industries wouldnât have grown as much as it has over the past three years. So if he wants to speak with him urgently, it must be extremely important.
âIâm on my way,â he simply answers.
Today, he was planning on taking the morning off to rest a bit. The past few months have been extremely crazy with the expansion of Jeon Industries but when youâre a CEO, you actually never get to rest. Thereâs always something.
The call directly ends and Jungkook doesnât waste one more minute before rushing to his car to get to his company as soon as possible. A million ideas run through his mind as he drives to his office. There are a lot of possible urgent matters to discuss.
However, he doesnât want to start imagining the worst-case scenario so he turns the music up. Music is his getaway, the way he found to escape how empty he feels every day, the way he found to cheer himself up to find the courage to hide from everyone how broken he truly is. Usually, being with Arya also helps him to feel better.
Work is also his escapism but lately, heâs been trying to live more and work less. Heâs been also considering trying to find a new arrangement with Eunji in order to spend a day with Arya during the week. Or to even completely change the arrangement. Spending more time with his little girl is his top priority, he just needs to figure out things first. Plus, changing the arrangement would completely turn Aryaâs life upside down, and he doesnât want to do that before being sure that his busy schedule can be rearranged.
In less than twenty minutes, Jungkook reaches the massive building sheltering Jeon Industries. He parks his car in the companyâs underground parking before quickly jumping out of the car and walking to the elevator. This first elevator only goes to the first floor which is the main entrance of his company. Then, heâll have to walk a bit to reach the other elevator that will bring him to his office.
Once he reaches the first floor, he crosses it, his eyes scanning the people in the room. As usual, it is crowded with workers. While looking at every face, he recognizes a familiar one. A face he wished he had forgotten. A face that has been haunting him night and day for the past ten years. A face that made his heart beat faster. Well, in fact, his heart is actually going completely crazy right now.
Jungkook halts to take a proper look at that face he never thought he would ever see again. That face is yours, the lover he lost years ago. He rubs his eyes, wanting to make sure that heâs not dreaming. Tiredness can make him imagine things, especially when it comes to you. But after rubbing his eyes, youâre still there, talking to a person next to you and smiling.
Meeting ten years later the girl he deeply fell in love with is something Jungkook never thought would happen. But here you are, standing before his eyes with a bright smile on your face as you walk through the massive lobby of his company.
His heart breaks a little because it is so unfortunate that he gets to see you here and now. Since he has to rush to his office to discuss whatever he has to with Taehyung, he wonât have the time to at least say hi to you. Something he would like to do. His eyes follow you as you disappear into the lobby with that person.
He wishes he was the reason behind your smile.
The past month has been an incredible one for you. Â
You joined Jeon Industries as a scientist which is more than an honor for you. This company is one of the biggest at the moment, and for sure, itâs a privilege to be working amongst the most talented scientists in the country. Being there for the past month has been rewarding.
But outside that, youâve been feeling extremely proud of Jungkook. He has built this entire empire from ashes and he did it so well. The company is well known in South Korea and very slowly, it is getting known worldwide. People are fighting to get a job here, youâve seen it when you were applying for your current job. This is bigger than what he ever dreamed of or at least, bigger than what he told you about.
You still remember how he used to talk about his project of creating his little company. Heâd spent hours imagining how it would be to start a business, how it would be to find the first employee, how itâd be to do experiences, and also, how it would simply feel to run a firm. His head was full of dreams that he would constantly share with you. You assume that he must feel like he has achieved everything in life.
A little smile appears on your face as you remember the old times. It isnât always all rainbows and sunshine but there wasnât any doubt that you both loved each other. Falling in love with him was absolutely wonderful. Youâd fall in love all over again just to experience that strong feeling again.
For sure, since Jungkook, you got other boyfriends and you even got engaged. However, falling for them was never as close as falling for Jungkook. It was even far from that but it doesnât change that it was still beautiful. Love is an incredible life experience, something youâd fight for every single day of your life. You even got a tattoo of the word âloveâ in japanese on your shoulder.
Right now, youâre walking to a meeting room with your team. Kim Taehyung, the director of your department, wants to have a little meeting. Probably to discuss the new project or probably to discuss the last projectâs results.
Soon enough, everyone enters the meeting room. To your surprise, Taehyung is already there, patiently waiting for the team to arrive. But what really surprises you is the person sitting next to Taehyung. Jeon Jungkook. They are both talking, a little smile on the big bossâ face.
Instantly, your heart starts hammering in your chest, ready to burst at any moment. Although you hoped never to meet him here, you knew it was in vain. This is his fucking company. This is all his, including you. There was no way youâd never see him.
As you get closer to both men, you take in the man you once loved with all your soul. To say that he hasnât changed would be a complete lie. He still looks the same but heâs a very different man. Slowly, his face turns to meet you. Unlike you, he doesnât seem surprised to see you entering the meeting room.
When your eyes meet, you feel like it becomes obvious to everyone that your heart is about to explode while Jungkookâs expression becomes more serious. It is almost as if heâs becoming cold but you canât really tell because in ten years a person can change a lot. So maybe heâs simply normal right now.
As you look at him, it feels like time has completely stopped. Your heart is beating way too strongly in your chest, your hands are getting sweaty, and you purse your lips. Right now, as youâre standing in front of Jungkook, youâre starting to regret working here. For sure, itâs very prestigious but the CEO is your damn ex. Having to face him will for sure be extremely hard.
âHey everyone,â Taehyung says with a little smile appearing on his face.
With those words, your eyes move from Jungkook to Taehyung. Your thoughts are focused again on work, not the man who owns this company.
âThanks, everyone for coming,â he pursues. Â
The director keeps on talking, explaining the last project you all worked on and its results. Your heart swells with pride when he explains the results and shows the good work of your team. As you deeply listen to your superior, you completely forget that Jungkook is even here. Work has always been your safe place. For sure, it shouldnât be but it is what has helped you to get yourself together and to overcome your devastating breakup. A breakup that you caused.
Truth be told, you never wanted to end things with Jungkook but you needed it. This relationship brought so much crap to the surface, and you were in a very dark place. To be honest, you didnât want to deal with your ex because everything was so overwhelming so you pushed him away. You never wanted to hurt him but in the end, thatâs exactly what you did. Before even ending things, you were already pushing him away, you were always finding an excuse to not spend time with him. Back then, you discovered that you were good at finding excuses.
But you did wrong.
For sure, you could have talked with him. You could have communicated what was going on with him and even today, you know that he would have helped you. He would have remained by your side until you felt better. But you didnât want that because you knew he deserved better. Well, thatâs what you have been repeating yourself for the past years. But was it really the truth? Was he really better off without you?
Honestly, thatâs something youâll never know because you chose to walk away. You chose to be the one that got away. You didnât choose to stay and fight your inner demons with him by your side. You chose to do it on your own, and eventually, you tried to replace the void he created in your heart with other guys. Only, it never worked because you were damaged, deeply damaged.
It only got better when you decided to work on yourself and make things work for yourself. For the past six years, youâve been doing tremendous work on yourself. Itâs never easy but youâve found peace within yourself. Even if youâd like to credit yourself for that bravery, it was actually your ex-fiancĂ© who opened your eyes.
Kangdae entered your life when everything was only chaos. You never thought it would work between you two but through that chaos, he was the light at the end of the tunnel. He showed you how broken you were and that you could get some help, that there wouldnât be any shame to do so. He held your hand when you were completely shattered. Not once did he give up on you. Not once did he accept that you would break up with him.
Eventually, with time, you started healing with Kang by your side. After three years of relationship, he proposed to you but it was obvious that you had some more healing to do. Neither of you wanted to rush the marriage. So you took your time.
However, you never got married to him.
As you started healing fully, things slowly fell apart. The love between you and Kang didnât die but it changed into something different. It wasnât romantic love anymore, it was more a friendship love. So you both agreed to cancel the wedding but Kang stayed in your life. Heâs your friend now.
Heâs also the reason why youâre sitting in this meeting room at Jeon Industries. Even though you really wanted to apply, you were very insecure because you knew the chances to meet Jungkook were high. Kang encouraged you to still take the risk since it will be such an asset for you and your career to work at your exâs company.
For a brief moment, your eyes move from Taehyung to Jungkook. It feels unreal to be standing in front of him so many years later. Never have you thought youâd see him again because of the way you broke his heart. Nobody deserves to be hurt that way. Your heart aches as your eyes quickly gaze at your ex, the overwhelming pain causes you to look away.
The entire meeting goes well, both Taehyung and Jungkook are extremely proud of your teamâs achievement. Youâre also extremely proud of your hard work, it has definitely paid off. Nothing makes you happier than your superior and the big boss complimenting your effort.
Once the meeting is over, everybody stands up and gets ready to leave the room.
âMiss y/l/n, would you please stay?â The deep voice of Jungkook resonates in the small room.
You turn around to look at the man who just spoke. Your hands start shaking, your heart suddenly beats fast. You simply nod while your eyes scan the room, watching all your coworkers leave the room. Taehyung closes the door after looking at the two of you. He wonders what the CEO would want to discuss with you. To his knowledge, Jungkook wasnât aware of your existence until an hour ago.
For a solid minute, none of you says a thing. You avoid looking at him while he takes the time to admire the woman you have become. Thereâs absolutely no doubt that you have changed. Youâre a lot more frail than you were back then, and to be honest, Jungkook prefers the way you looked before. But heâs aware that things have changed and a lot of time passed.
âMr. JeonâŠâ you start saying but he cuts you off.
âJungkook, please,â he says.
Thereâs no way heâs letting you call him Mr. Jeon.
âJungkook,â you correct yourself, âhow can I help you?â
His eyes move to the massive screen hanging on the wall to his right. Now, yours are looking at him. Jungkook has changed considerably. The black tight suit heâs wearing is very different from the blue jeans and sweater he used to wear. Under that black suit jacket, heâs wearing a grey shirt. By the looks of it, he also seems to be a lot more muscular. His strong arm lifts up to run his fingers through his hair.
That is a clear sign that heâs nervous, an old habit he didnât lose. A deep sigh leaves his lips, and you canât help but smile. Even though he looks different, some of his old habits havenât changed.
âSince we werenât alone during this meeting, I just wanted to take the time to say âhiâ to you in person,â he nervously says.
Your heart gets warmer as you hear his words. This comes as a total surprise to you. You were expecting Jungkook to ignore you and even to treat you like shit but right now, heâs being extremely nice.
âThanks Jungkook,â you say, âhi to you as well,â a little smile appears on your face.
Although Jungkook was kind of a fuckboy when you met him long ago, he had the biggest heart youâd ever met. The simple fact that he wanted to say hi to you shows that his heart is still as big or maybe even bigger.
âItâs weird to have you as one of my employees but I promise that Iâll try not to make things awkward,â he adds.
âIâll try as well,â you reply.
The man in front of you finally looks at you. A smile appears on his face.
âThanks,â he says.
You simply nod, a weird smile displaying on your face. Even though you donât feel awkward, it still feels weird to be in this meeting room alone with your ex. The one whose heart you broke.
âI have to go,â he adds, âit was a pleasure to see you.â
The CEO of the company leaves the meeting room in silence. You take a moment to get yourself together before doing the same. Today was definitely an emotionally intense day but hopefully, things will only get easier from now on.
But you couldnât be more wrong.
âSo youâve seen Jk?â your best friend Lux says.
Lux has been your best friend since you were 18. She actually appeared in your life at the same time as Jungkook, she was in the front row when you were flirting and when you started dating a couple of months later. Sheâs been a very important person in your life, sheâs been there through the very dark periods. Without her support, youâre not sure you would have made it.
âItâs Jungkook,â you correct her.
Jk is too personal, thereâs no way that youâll call him that way. Plus, heâs your boss now so itâs preferable to keep things professional.
âAnd yes, Iâve seen him and I even spoke with him,â you add.
She definitely looks surprised because she never thought youâd speak again. Lux remained in contact with Jungkook following the breakup, they were friends as well and she knows how broken he has been since then. She thought that he wouldnât speak to you at all after what happened.
âWe had a meeting about the project I worked on,â you simply say.
For a moment, you consider not telling her that he said âhiâ but itâs not a good idea to lie or keep secrets to your best friend. Eventually, sheâll find out about it so itâs preferable to tell her everything right now.
âAnd afterward, he asked me to stay to simply say âhiâ,â you continue.
She actually cannot believe what sheâs hearing.
âJk said hi to you?â she surprisingly asks.
âYeah, I canât believe it as well but thatâs exactly what happened,â you reply.
The two of you keep talking about that for a little while but the conversation quickly changes to something different. Honestly, you donât really want to talk about the past and the biggest mistake you probably did. Lux got it without you having to say it, and youâre thankful she understands it. Also talking again about Jungkook would be torture for her as well. After the breakup, she was the one being there for you, she was the one picking up every single shattered piece of your heart and trying to mend it with her love.
You had the toughest conversations with her, she was the one putting you in front of what you did and she never spared you. As she was still in contact with Jungkook she knew how he was but she never said anything to you. There was no point in telling you how devastated he was. She just made sure you understood how big of a mess you made.
But even if you broke Jungkookâs heart, you knew †and still know †that it was the best decision to end things. You did what you thought was the best for you back then. People can call you selfish but in the end, it was better that way. God only knows what you could have done if you stayed. Probably you would have broken Jungkookâs heart even more by staying.
However, karma is a bitch. Eventually, Jungkook later broke your heart as well. The day that it happened was the day when Lux told you that he was going to become a father. That day, you wanted to reach him and try to save things. Imagining him becoming the father of that child that wasnât yours was devastating. It brought you back to all the moments when you discussed having children, what would be the name of your first girl or first boy, what they would possibly look like physically, or even their personalities. Â
Then, the second heartbreak was the day his daughter was born. Her name was Arya, the name you had chosen together for your daughter. That moment, you deeply regretted every single decision you took from the moment Jungkook came into your life.
Although Lux saw how broken you were when you found out about Arya, she found it absolutely beautiful that he chose that name for his baby girl. She was the living proof that he was still in love with you, that you were still on his mind. She believed that he was completely crazy to give that little girl the name he chose with his ex. Luckily, he wasnât dating the mother otherwise she would have all the reasons to leave him.
Lux slips a sheet of paper on the table. While taking it, you frown with confusion. It seems a bit sneaky but for sure, if sheâs doing it, itâs something important. You read whatâs written on the paper. Thereâs an address but you donât know where it is or what could be there.
âWhat is this?â you question her.
âItâs Jkâs address,â she responds. Â
Although she hasnât remained super friends with your ex, she has been at his place, and he has been part of her life. Youâre aware of it, she never hid anything from you because thereâs no point. Sheâs been in between even though she stayed more your friend than his. Sheâs deeply sorry about how things ended because things were great when you were together.
âHe already took the first step and talked to you,â she starts explaining. âNow, itâs your turn to gather your courage and have the conversation you were supposed to have years ago.â
Well, after your breakup, you avoided at all costs talking to him when he was begging to have a conversation. The famous closure conversation. But you denied him that right for the past ten years which wasnât cool of you. He didnât deserve that, you were a real bitch but you were hurt. Hurt people hurt others. You were convinced things would be a hundred times better if you wouldnât speak and see each other.
âTell him everything, explain yourself so both of you can move on and have a great professional relationship,â she adds.
Slowly your hands start shaking as you read the address in the paper youâre holding. The thought of having a real and deep conversation with him scares you but Lux is right. More than anything else, Jungkook deserves it. He deserves to know the full truth, to know what led you to hurt him the way you did.
Of course, you contemplated so many times talking to him but you never found the courage within yourself to do it. But maybe now is the time.
âIâll think about it,â you tell her.
For sure, you need some time to think about everything. You canât knock at his door tomorrow and start venting about the reasons you broke up ten years ago. Itâs not fair for him nor to yourself. You need to think and consider how to formulate every thought that has been on your mind for the past years.
You fold the paper to put it in your bag. Thereâs no doubt that for the next couple of days and probably even weeks, youâll keep staring at it thinking about the right thing to do.
âHowâs your little man doing?â you ask your best friend to completely change the topic of conversation.
Lux became the mother of John four months ago. Sheâs half-korean and half-english, and a couple of years ago, while on holiday in England, she met Henry. They started a long-distance relationship, and she considered moving to England because she was madly in love with him, but in the end, he decided to move to South Korea. They moved in together, and shortly after, she got pregnant. They decided to keep the baby and to make you the godmother. Little John has been a blessing in your life.
âI think heâs getting sick, heâs a little bit warmer today but Henry is staying with him right now so if anything happens, heâll call me,â she says.
âWhy didnât you say that earlier?â you ask with surprise. âGo home, right now, Lux, or I kick you in the ass!â you almost yell.
How can that woman be here talking with you when she believes her little boy is sick.
âItâs okay,â she says, âHenry has everything under control, heâs also his father, and I could use some time out of home with you.â Â
You frown, wondering if your best friend is doing well. Becoming a parent is something huge, but Lux has been handling things great so far, even though she never hid that itâs hard.
âIâm okay,â she adds when she notices your expression, âbut I just want to breathe a bit.â
You nod, partially understanding what she means. You donât have a kid so you canât exactly understand what sheâs feeling however you can imagine how it feels. Youâve seen how sheâs been doing since your little godson arrived. Sheâs been extremely tired although very happy. Itâs obviously very hard for her and most of the time, you donât know how to help her.
Of course, you sometimes take care of John so she can rest a bit more or spend some time with Henry. Sometimes, you surprisingly appear at her place to help her out with whatever she needs. You canât do much but you try to be there. Thatâs pretty much all you can do.
âIf you need me to help you out with JohnâŠâ
Her phone starts ringing, cutting you off. Thatâs Henry. But he doesnât come with great news. He had taken John to the hospital because his condition was getting worse.
Lux immediately stands up, waves you goodbye, and rushes to her car to join her men. Since you were on a terrace, you paid for both your orders before leaving the place.
It was good to talk to her today, especially after seeing Jungkook at work some days ago. It has been on your mind since youâve seen him. It was weird to see him and even have a little chat with him. But now, youâre even more sure that it wouldnât be a one-time thing. Youâll for sure speak with him once more which is probably going to cause more sleepless nights because all you can think about is Jungkook. Hopefully, once youâll talk, youâll be able to sleep better and move on from all this. Â
Once again, you couldnât be more wrong.
Jungkook has spent the last month not sleeping properly. His ex †you †has been haunting him even more than usual so heâs been a total mess. His brain is on fire, he canât even think correctly. Arya has been his escape because work couldnât be anymore. Heâs been working more from home, avoiding coming to the office as much as possible. Exceptionally, Eunji has agreed to let her daughter spend more time with Jungkook.
Today is no exception, he worked from home. He just arrived home with Arya, he picked her up. Eunji enjoyed the fact that Jungkook has been more with her daughter to take some holidays. So now and for the next week, Arya will spend all her time with her daddy. She couldnât be happier.
Arya and her father are currently eating pancakes that they prepared together. All this time with his daughter has been filling his heart. In a way, seeing you again has brought something so special to him. A lot of time with his baby. However, heâs totally aware that one day, heâll have to physically go back to work. But only when heâll sleep a bit more.
His eyes never cease to watch his little girl. Heâs very lucky to have her, she brings so much happiness into his life. For sure, he would trade anything for moments like these.
âDaddy,â Arya starts saying. âMy friends have a mommy and a daddy in the same house. Why you and mommy are not in the same house?â
He has a twinge in his heart. This is such a heartbreaking question but he knew that one day, this question would come. Probably, throughout the years, his daughter will raise questions about the fact that heâs not dating or even married to Eunji. But what concerns him, even more, is when heâll start his life with someone else. One day, heâll date someone. A person important enough that heâll introduce to his daughter. Thereâs even a possibility that heâll have children with that person. What would happen then with Arya? Would she be jealous of her siblings because they would have both their parents in a relationship while her parents donât love each other in a romantic way?
âYou know, baby,â he starts saying while thinking about the right words to use. âUsually when a mommy and a daddy live in the same house, itâs because they are in love like they are a girlfriend and a boyfriend but your mommy and I are not in love that way. I like your mommy but not in the way to be her boyfriend.â
The only person he has ever loved that way is you, but he totally lost you when you ran away like a thief. Eunji is somebody that he deeply cherishes but heâll never be in love with her.
âOh, it makes sense,â she says with a smile on her face. âBut you not want mommy to be your girlfriend?â
Now, heâs the one having a little smile on his face. Sheâs definitely trying to understand the situation at a very young age, but that doesnât mean she wants her parents to be like every other parent. Jungkookâs mom has already told him a million times that he doesnât have to be worried about all this. The normal for Arya is having her parents in 2 different houses and not being in a relationship. For the moment, sheâs just very young but she feels safe in this situation because he always made sure with Eunji that everything works well and that she feels loved all the time.
âNo, baby,â he answers.
She nods, and he knows that she understands everything. Itâs such a relief that she was just asking to understand.
âWhen mommy is back?â She asks.
âNext week and until there, youâll always be with me,â he replies.
âMommy will call us?â She questions.
Eunji has been calling every day to see her little girl. Even though sheâs enjoying her holidays with her boyfriend †a boyfriend Arya isnât aware of â€, she misses her baby every second of the day. Sheâs her mother, she carried her for nine months before bringing her to the world.
âOf course, she will,â he answers, âand if we donât get a call before you go to bed, weâll call her, okay?â
She nods before eating a bit of her Minnie Mouse-shaped pancake. She loves shaped pancakes and Jungkook always does them in the way she wants. If she wants regular pancakes, thatâs definitely a sign to get worried.
The two of them keep eating pancakes while discussing all the interesting things Arya did at school today. She always speaks with such enthusiasm about what she did, she adores going to school and learning new things. Both Jungkook and Eunji believe sheâs precocious. Sheâs extremely smart for her age but they try to not force her into anything. She does whatever she wants and they support her no matter what she decides. The most important thing is her happiness.
Once they are done eating, she goes to her little room to play with her little toys. Jungkook goes back to the desk that was set up in one of the empty rooms of his massive mansion. He turns on his computer and quickly checks the last unread emails he received. There are quite a few but thatâs totally normal.
After a couple of minutes, his bodyguard knocks at the door.
âThereâs a certain y/n at the door,â he says.
Jungkookâs heart stops and his entire body freezes. What on earth are you doing here? And how did you find out where he lives? This is honestly something he didnât expect to arrive. Heâs been avoiding being at work to not see you in person, however, heâs been checking every email you sent and heâs been also following very closely your progress at work. His mind has been even more flooded than usual by you.
âThanks, Jin,â he adds before standing up.
The CEO of Jeon Industries rearranges his shirt and takes a quick glance at the mirror. He swapped his usual costume for a white t-shirt and jeans. When heâs at home, he just likes to feel comfortable like anyone else. Thereâs no need to put expensive clothes on to simply stay at home.
As he nervously walks to the entrance door, he thinks about all the possible reasons that would explain your presence here. Nothing really comes up to his mind which makes him even more nervous. Once in front of the door, he takes a deep breath and opens it.
Youâre right there, standing in front of the door. Since he has seen you again, Jungkook has noticed that you now wear makeup. It wasnât the case before, you used to prefer the natural look and he was kind of a fan of it. He used to find you astonishingly courageous for not using any makeup when most people wouldnât dare go out without at least foundation on their face.
But as heâs watching you, he realizes once more how the two of you have changed since the last time you saw each other. A lot of time has passed since you both broke up. It even felt that it was a lifetime ago that he was part of your history.
âHi, y/n,â he says with a little smile appearing on his face.
âHello Jungkook,â you say.
None of you says anything which creates a little awkward tension.
âSorry for coming out of nowhere, I just wanted to talk with you if itâs possible,â you explain.
Jungkook simply nods before opening the door wider to let you in. After a second of hesitation, you enter the massive mansion that he owes. This man has for sure achieved all of his dreams, there are absolutely no doubts about it. The two of you walk to his cozy living room, it looks smaller than what you imagined but itâs still pretty huge for a living room.
âDo you want to drink or eat something?â he asks.
âNo, thanks,â you simply answer.
Well, you only came here to finally have that deep conversation with him. It took you one long month to decide to come but youâre finally here. You only want to go straight to the point. As you look around, you notice a lot of pictures of him with a little girl. That must be Arya, you think. Damn, you had forgotten about her. What if sheâs here? For sure, you donât want her to hear your conversation. You ignore totally how it will go. Maybe youâll start yelling or crying. You donât want her to find her father in such a state.
âIs your daughter here?â you question.
Your ex only nods.
âMaybe, I shouldnât have come,â you respond. âYour time with your daughter is precious.â
Jungkook couldnât agree more but having a conversation with you is probably something heâll only get once in his life. His daughter, heâll get to see her right after and then for the rest of his life. Right now, speaking with you seems more important than anything else. Heâs been waiting for so long to have a conversation with you and tell you what heâs been feeling.
âI was working,â he immediately tells you, âsheâs playing in her little room.â
A little smile appears on your face as you imagine the little girl in the pictures playing. She definitely looks adorable based on what you can see in the living room, and she must look even more adorable in person. You never got to see pictures of her since Lux told you that Jungkook became a father because you didnât want to see the baby of your ex.
âWe can speak,â he adds.
Well, if he says that you can speak, then you have no other choice than to do it. You nod and he invites you to take a seat on the couch. As you sit down, you feel your body slowly trembling. To say that youâre nervous is an understatement. Youâre going to have a conversation with your ex, a conversation you were supposed to have ten years ago.
But what scares you the most is that this discussion will bring up all the things that broke you years ago. Itâs true that throughout that time, you got to see a therapist and work through everything but itâs still different. Youâre going to tell your ex why you left him.
âHow did you find out where I was living?â
âLux gave me your address,â you tell him, âsheâs the one who pushed me to come talk to you.â
In the end, she was right. Jungkook took the first step and talked to you in the meeting room so now itâs your turn to make the second step. The past month, youâve been thinking about it a lot and he deserves to know everything, even if itâs ten years later.
âSo weâre lucky to have her in our lives,â he simply responds.
For sure, youâre more than lucky to have her. Sheâs your rock. However, you totally ignore what she represents to him because she doesnât really talk about the relationship she has with him. Something that you have been really thankful for.
âIndeed,â you say while nodding.
Your eyes quickly scan the man sitting in front of you. A part of his tattooed sleeve is noticeable as heâs wearing a white t-shirt. This is something completely new to you. Back when you were dating, Jungkook only had one tattoo, his first. The part of his tattooed arm that you can see looks actually very good, it definitely suits him very well. But what really captivates all your attention is how broader he has become. You can perfectly see his toned figure. Thereâs no doubt that he has been working out a lot for the past years.
âI first wanted to apologize for everything, including how I treated you before we broke up and following the breakup,â you start saying.
Jungkook nods with a very serious look on his face. âI appreciate it,â he says. He bites his lower lip, holding back what he really wants to say but then, he remembers that thereâs absolutely no point in holding back what heâs been dreaming to tell you since the breakup. âBut a simple apology ten years later canât brush away all the pain you put me through.â
At his words, your heart breaks even more. Itâs one thing to imagine and believe that you deeply hurt him but itâs totally another thing to hear him say it. But you deserve to hear that. Before you werenât strong enough to hear it but now you are. Well, itâs definitely going to hurt but youâll be able to handle it better.
âI know but you still deserve an apology for everything I did to you,â you answer. âYou didnât deserve any of this and Iâm sincerely and deeply sorry.â
This is something you truly mean. Youâre perfectly aware that you did things completely wrong so before anything else, he deserves to hear that youâre sorry.
Jungkook runs his fingers through his hair while closing for a brief moment his eyes. He never thought that heâd hear those words one day and he definitely never thought heâd need to hear them. His life moved on even though he didnât get to have your apology. Right now, it feels like heâs being violently pushed back in the past but he definitely needs this moment. He needs to understand what happened ten years ago.
Even though he loves Lux with his entire soul, he refused to put her in an awkward position and never asked her anything. Of course, heâs aware that she knows everything but it wouldnât have been nice of him to ask her anything about you. The person who needed to explain what happened was you. Nobody else but you. Â
âYou broke me, yn,â he says with a shaky voice. âYou broke me in a way nobody else did before and in a way nobody else ever did after you.â
Although you broke him, he still feels safe near you to tell you the full truth. Youâre the only person that has ever made him feel that way and he knows heâll never find this with anyone else.
Your eyes roam at his face, heâs definitely devastated. He canât fool anyone, itâs written in his eyes. That definitely destroys you even more. This conversation will for sure leave his print in you. Thereâs no way that after this your life will be the same.
âMy daughter is living proof of how much you destroyed me,â his eyes stare deep into yours. âI wanted to forget my own pain and the only way I could was to fuck any girl who would want it. I donât even remember the day Arya was made because I was completely blinded by my heartache.â
The fact that he canât remember the day his daughter was conceived made him cry a lot of times. In those moments, he deeply hates you because if you had never broken him that way, he would remember. But then he rationalizes. Without the breakup and the pain, his daughter wouldnât even exist. Â
âEven today the ache is still unbearable but I got used to it,â he finishes.
Well, itâs the same for you. Thereâs been so much pain in your life for more than ten years but with time, you got used to it. There were also people that eased it in some way but it has never left you.
âIâm so sorry for everything,â you say once again, âbut I was in so much pain back then, and I thought it was best to push you away.â
Jungkookâs heart breaks a little because he knows a bit about what happened. Well, he actually knows the thing that tormented you but he also doesnât have the full picture.
âMy sisterâs death devastated me,â you start saying.
At your words, his heart breaks a little more. Jungkook had the opportunity to meet your sister, he got to be around her and create memories with her. She was a beautiful person, she was funny, full of life and always smiling. Tragically, she lost her life in a terrible car accident with her boyfriend. He still remembers when you got the news, he was the one holding you when you fell on the floor, when your world fell apart. After that moment, you never were the same. To say that it broke you is more than an understatement. A part of you stopped shining as before following the passing of your sister.
âMy heart was violently ripped from my chest,â tears start forming in your eyes. âI didnât know who I was without her, I didnât know how to keep living without her. Going home without her being there anymore was heartbreaking, Iâd fall apart every single time.â
Remembering that very dark period is hard for the two of you. Mourning your sister has been a very long process, it took you years before you were able to speak about her without falling apart. Exceptionally, being with Jungkook makes you vulnerable and itâs making it hard to remember that time of your life.
âAlthough you were there, I wanted to do my grieving on my own because it was mine,â you tell him. âIt was overwhelming but it was my pain, not yours so I was the one who needed to learn to live with it because nobody could do that for me.â
Even if you loved him with your entire soul and knew heâd always be by your side, this was something you needed to do by yourself. Having Jungkook by your side was just distracting you, it was making you forget the pain but you werenât allowing yourself to feel which was what you needed.
âSo I started pushing you back because with you around me, I would just think about you and how you were feeling, I wasnât focusing on myself.â
Despite the fact that it hurts him that you pushed him away a few months after the tragic death of your sister, today he gets why you did it. He wanted to be there and help you when you needed it the most but heâs understanding that it was your grief and you needed to figure out on your own how to deal with it. Â
âAround that time, I donât know if you recall but I kissed a guy at a party,â you tell him.
Jungkook nods. That kiss was what really crushed your relationship. Things werenât the same after you confessed you had kissed a guy. It was a guy you had a crush on before you met Jungkook, you deeply wanted to date him but things never happened because he was in a relationship with a girl. Back when it happened, he was having a hard time with his ex. You were such at a low point in your life, you were completely drunk and he was there, being nice to you.
Instantly, you regretted what you did. Jungkook was a sweetheart with you, always there by your side even when you were pushing him away. He loved you with his entire heart and you were destroying everything. But most importantly, you were hurting the person you loved the most. Â
âI felt even worse after cheating on you,â you add.
Your ex doesnât say anything, heâd like to say over again that he never considered that kiss as cheating. He still doesnât because cheating to him goes further than a kiss. Cheating is seeing someone, talking to that person regularly, flirting with them, and having sex with them. For him, a simple kiss isnât cheating. But that wasnât your opinion. You saw that as cheating.
âI started hating myself for what I did to you, I wasnât able to look at myself in the mirror and I wasnât able to be with you, pretending like nothing happened,â a tear starts running down your face. âThat little voice in my head was telling me over and over again that I wasnât worthy of your love, that I actually never was.â
Things start to make a little more sense to Jungkook. You were at a very low point in your life, you were making a mess and you were not feeling lovable anymore.
âI had forgiven you for the kiss, I told you over again that to me, it wasnât cheating what you did,â he explains again with a visible ache in his eyes. âIt was a simple kiss and I donât consider that as cheating.â
You look away, tears running down your face. Life was tough back then and youâre ashamed of everything you did back then. Pushing Jungkook away was for sure the best decision you took back then. Thereâs no doubt you would have hurt him way more and he wouldnât deserve it.
âI never deserved your love, Jungkook,â you confess. âI knew youâd forgive me and I was not deserving of that forgiveness at that time. I was hurting you over and over again and you didnât deserve that, you were worthy of all the love in the world which I wasnât able to give you back then.â
For sure, he understands your reasons but man, he would have preferred you told him all this ten years ago. Probably, it wouldnât have avoided the breakup but maybe, things would have been completely different.
âI was so disgusted by myself,â you add.
Jungkook gets closer to you, his hand grabs your chin before slowly and carefully turning your face to look at him. Hearing how hard you were on yourself saddens him more than you can imagine. Thereâs no need in being disgusted by yourself. What you did was wrong, he did feel disrespected but he thinks that youâre being a bit too harsh on yourself.
âAt some point, I even felt like I did that to be a âgoodâ girl for my parents,â your eyes look deep into his.
It was no secret that your parents werenât supporters of your relationship. They were nice to him but they never believed he was the right one for you and they also didnât like him that much. They were always saying that he wasnât treating you right when at the very end, you were the one not treating him right. But they accepted him because you were staying with him and defending him whenever they would say something negative about him. Clearly after 2 years of relationship, they didnât have much choice than accept it. However, after your sisterâs passing, they started being less hard on him because he was there for all of you. Â
âYour parents never liked me,â a little smile appears on his face. âBut it was understandable, I was kind of a fuckboy before meeting you and I was still looking like one during our relationship.â
That is true but it wasnât right the way they treated him. You werenât asking them to actually like him but to accept him and respect him. Being with him was your choice and they had to respect that. If he wasnât the right person for you, itâd be up to you to understand it, not them.
âThat was not an excuse though,â you answer.
The man in front of you nods, his thumb caressing your chin. Itâs definitely strange for the two of you to feel his fingers touching your skin. It seems like it was a lifetime ago since you last touched each other. Â
âThis is whatâŠâ
Before you can finish your sentence, Jungkookâs eyes look to the right when you both hear little footsteps. As he looks to the right, you turn your face in the same direction. A little girl, wearing a large yellow t-shirt with matching shorts, is staring at the two of you with visible confusion. Sheâs holding in her little hands a drawing. Her father immediately stands up to reach her.
âDaddy, who is her?â she asks her father.
Jungkook gets down on his knees to be at her level. His hands gently caress her little shoulders in a way to try to comfort her.
âSheâs an old friend of mine,â he starts saying to Arya. âWe were friends a very long time ago and she visited me today.â
She nods, her little eyes looking at you. You give her a little smile. Sheâs absolutely adorable. Thereâs absolutely no doubt sheâs Jungkookâs daughter but she isnât a mini copy of him. Sheâs still a lot different than him, at least thatâs what you think.
âWould you go say âhelloâ to her?â he tells his daughter.
Once more, she nods before slowly walking to you. Seeing this little girl reminds you of how deeply you want a child of your own. However, it feels like itâs not going to happen any time soon. You still need to find a man who youâll fall in love with and whom you'd like to start a family with. But at this pace, you won't have children until you're 40.
âHello, I am Arya,â she says with a little smile. âMy daddy is Jangkoo.â
The way she pronounces her fatherâs name makes you smile and makes your heart melt. Sheâs so cute, thatâs something she definitely inherited from her father. Your ex smiles as well when he hears his little girl speaking.
âHey, Arya,â you say with a big smile. âItâs a pleasure meeting you. My name is Yn.â
Jungkook watches the two of you interact together. Thatâs for sure something he never thought heâd witness in his life. Technically, if his daughter wouldnât have come up to the living room, the chance of meeting her would be actually very low.
âIs that a drawing youâre holding in your hands?â You ask her.
She nods before showing you with pride her drawing.
âThis is dadda,â she tells you while showing you an apparent man.
âIt definitely looks a lot like him, youâre very talented Arya,â you tell her.
She instantly smiles brightly at you, she spent a lot of time drawing her father so sheâs super proud to hear that. Of course, outside the colors of his outfit and the âdaddaâ written on top of his head, itâs hard to tell that itâs him but the most important is her intention.
âDadda is at home with me and we are eating pancakes,â she explains while showing her representation of eating pancakes with her father.
This definitely melts your heart. Now, youâre a hundred percent sure that Jungkook is the best father to this little girl. She won the lottery with him, and she definitely knows it, you can tell it. She speaks with so much pride about her father, heâs her superhero.
While speaking with his little girl, you totally forget the rest. Itâs like thereâs just you and her. Even Jungkook disappeared although you were here in the first place to talk to him. But this girl is absolutely adorable and she doesnât seem shy at all.
Jungkook watches with marvell the two of you interacting together. He has never seen Arya behaving this way around anybody else. That convinces him even more that youâre the one. It canât be anybody else but you. Thereâs for sure a lot more that needs to be discussed between the two of you but as heâs watching you with his daughter, he canât keep but wondering if ten years ago, he fell in love with you at the wrong time. Would today be the right time to try again?
For the past week, you and Jungkook have been occasionally talking by messages. After meeting his daughter, you exchanged numbers before leaving his place. It was weird but youâve been happier than ever talking with him. Of course, it has been making you nervous and anxious because it has brought back a lot of the pain you felt around the time you broke up.
But youâve been trying to just go with the flow. This is hard for the two of you, youâre very aware of it. Everything is different but at the same time, still the same.
Outside the talking through messages, you havenât spoken to or seen him which you believe has been helpful. Being around him would have made you even more nervous. For sure, thereâs more to talk about since you were interrupted by his daughter but you need more time to prepare yourself for the rest of the conversation.
Today is saturday. Youâre chilling at home, watching âThe Cownâ on Netflix. Although you adore going out with friends, you also enjoy staying at home to rest, especially after a tough week at work like this past week was. Youâre drinking a cappuccino that you prepared a couple of minutes ago.
The doorbell rings which surprises you a lot. Youâre definitely not expecting anyone today. The plan is to absolutely avoid seeing people but to enjoy your own company. It's a self-care day. You put your cappuccino on the coffee table before standing up to open the door. Â Â
To your surprise, as you open the door, Jungkook appears before your eyes. Your eyes open wide as you see him, to say that itâs a surprise is an understatement. He was the last person youâd expect to see here because he doesnât know where you live. Well, at least, thatâs what you thought.
âHi,â you finally say.
A little smile appears on his face when he sees you. Heâs happy to see you, heâs been avoiding you at all costs because he was more than scared to finish the conversation you started at his place.
âHi, Yn,â he says to you.
Hearing his voice instantly appeases you. Thatâs the superpower of Jungkook. Well, thatâs one amongst others. That deep voice of his always had a comforting effect on you, but a hug in his strong arms would always be even more comforting. All your worries would disappear instantly and it would warm your heart in a way that you canât even describe.
âCome on in,â you answer as you invite him inside.
The best is that no one that works with you sees your boss in front of your place. That would cause a lot of unnecessary drama at work. Something that you want to avoid. Itâs already not easy to have your ex as your boss. Jungkook enters your little apartment, his eyes looking around him. Â
âHow did you get my address?â
This question brings you back to when you appear at his place.
âYouâre my employee, itâs easy to find all your personal data,â he simply answers.
Well, in fact, in 2 clicks, he found your address. Thatâs the perk of being the CEO of the company and having you as his employee.
âRight,â you say with a little smile. âTake a seat on the couch,â you invite him to sit down. âWould you like to drink or eat something?â you propose.
âNo, thanks,â he replies.
Jungkook sits down on your couch, and you take a place next to him but you both face each other. As you quickly look at him, you canât help but notice the way his eyes are glomming. Heâs different, something has definitely changed.
âListen,â Jungkook doesnât waste a minute. âTalking to you last week was very good and helpful.â
You nod, your heart beating a little faster in your chest and your hands getting sweatier. The nervousness is increasing like crazy, your place is getting hotter but you need to listen to what he has to say.
âTalking to you got me to understand how you were feeling and Iâm very thankful for that,â he adds.
You can sense that there is a âbutâ coming. He wouldnât come to just thank you for everything you said a week ago. There are 10 years of pain inside his heart and that canât be erased with a simple âthank youâ. Â
âBut that was a conversation we were supposed to have years ago, not now.â
Heâs totally right, this is something you should have talked about right after the breakup. This almost feels like itâs too late. Back then, you were in no state to have this conversation. It wouldnât have been constructive, it would have only been you accusing him of small things that he did throughout your relationship. That wouldnât have helped any of you and Jungkook would have ended up hating you more. More pain wasnât necessary.
âI was convinced you were the one, even during the past ten years, I was still convinced about it,â he adds. âNobody could ever make me feel half of the way you made me feel. I spent the last years looking for you in every girl I could find. Iâd sleep and date a lot of girls but itâd be heartbreaking when I realized what I was doing with those girls.â
It breaks your heart even more. You were never worthy of his love, and maybe, youâll never be. However, you still love him. You never stopped loving him and you never will because he is the love of your life. Thereâs no doubt about it. Youâre ready to wait all the time that he needs. Even if you have to wait ten years.
âI also believe that youâre the love of my life,â you shyly reply.
Jungkookâs heart starts racing crazily in his chest. This isnât something he was expecting to hear but he would be lying if he said that he isnât happy to hear those words. For the past years, he was convinced that you simply stopped loving him although he was still thinking that you were the one. Call him crazy but it was a gut feeling. You canât really ignore that kind of feeling.
The man next to you gets closer, both your hearts beating extremely fast. Something is building in the air, you both can feel it. Itâs the little tension that you were so used to feeling when you were together but that has gone missing for the past ten years. So it is extremely weird and none of you knows what to do.
As a consequence, you bite your lower lip while he runs his fingers through his hair, trying to avoid looking down at your low-necked shirt. He knows that if he does look, itâll be the end of him. But for sure, when the two of you are alone in a closed-door room, the chances that you donât end up having sex are very low. It happened all the time during your relationship and also the day after the breakup.
However, as much as he tried looking away, your natural scent is something that has always brought him to his knees. He always adored the way you smell and it hasnât changed since the last time he saw you. His eyes glare down at your chest, noticing instantly that youâre not using any bra. Your breast is almost fully displayed before his clearly hungry eyes. Your ex takes a deep breath.
While your eyes glance at his face, you notice the way his stare looks down on your body. It instantly excites you, and you can sense your panties getting wetter. No man has been able to cause an instant reaction like this, only Jungkook can. Your body always reacts to whatever he does. Without noticing it, both of you lick and bite your lips. The tension is making the two of you very very hungry, thereâs absolutely no way youâll resist any of this.
His fingers finally touch the skin of your chest, causing you to sigh with pleasure. They slowly but surely start tracing their way to your left breast, your eyes closing at the burning sensation of his fingers caressing your skin. Slowly, he pushes your low-cut shirt to the left, exposing your breast to his greedy eyes. Without any hesitation, he brings his mouth to your nipple to vigorously suck it. A whine instantly leaves your lips because damn, that feels beyond good.
As he sucks your nipple, he also nibbles it, causing you to moan a bit louder. His actions lead to the growing wetness inside your panties. This is fucking good. And itâs just the beginning. The torture this man will put you through for the upcoming minutes or hours will drive you completely insane. Heâll bring you down to your knees in seconds.
After a little while that felt like an eternity to you, he presses gentle kisses in between your breasts, slowly approaching your right nipple to give it the same treatment as the left one. Your hands find their way to his dark hair, tugging it while he abuses your right breast. Right now, youâre in complete ecstasy.
Before you can even comprehend what is happening, Jungkook is undressing you, leaving you completely naked on the couch. In no time, heâs naked as well with a condom on his hands. Your eyes inevitably look down at his cock. His massive cock. To be honest, you had forgotten how big it was but damn, you absolutely donât want to wait to feel it inside you. He quickly put the condom on before placing himself in between your legs.
Jungkook touches your intimate area to feel how wet you are.
âDamn, youâre so wet,â he whispers.
Even if youâre extremely wet, he knows that wouldnât be enough before penetrating you. Itâll still hurt you if he just goes and he definitely doesnât want to cause any pain to you. He wants this moment to only bring tremendous pleasure to both of you. So he decides to tease you with his cock, rubbing it against your inner lips. Moans flow from your mouth as you feel the overwhelming pleasure growing inside your body. Right now, it seems like you havenât been touched properly in years. And even if Jungkook has already made love to you millions of times when you were together, everything feels extremely different.
âShit, I want to fuck you so bad, yn,â he whines.
âMe too, Jungkook,â you reply.
With everything happening at the moment, itâs almost impossible for you to form a proper sentence. All you know is that youâre desperate to have sex with this man. Your moans are the actual proof of it. Â
After what appears like an eternity for you, he buries his thick cock inside your soaked core, stretching your velvety walls. His large hands find their way to your waist, caressing your soft skin while his doe eyes filled with lust look into yours. Both of you groan as he slowly pushes his long and thick cock inside you. Â
âSo fucking good,â you mumble as your eyes roll back.
The feeling of having him inside you and filling you up to the brim is something you did miss a lot. Although you had sex with a lot of different guys over the past years, Jungkook does it very differently but in a very good way. And itâs just the beginning. But honestly, you have a crazily immense sexual drive. You havenât really been a saint since you last saw your ex, that is currently on top of you. All men that flirted with you and ended up in your bed have actually loved your wild sexual appetite.
Your ex leans closer, pushing his cock a bit deeper inside you and snatching a loud moan out of you. Â Â
âYouâre absolutely sexy, baby,â he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. âSo sexy that I want to fuck you all day long,â his deep voice groans in your ear.
His teeth bite your earlobe before his tongue licks your ear. A deep moan leaves your lips while you feel yourself grow even wetter. This man knows exactly how to bring you down on your knees for him. And you donât even want to start on the effect of his filthy words said with his deep voice on you.
âThen do it,â you dare to say as you want to push him to go absolutely wild today.
Jungkook is a man. Usually, men adore being pushed and theyâll fuck you just the way you want. Today, you want him to be rough with you. You want him to fuck you until all you know is to scream his name. You want all the neighbors to know how good your ex makes you feel. You want him to come inside the condom again and again until none of you can handle it anymore.
âI already plan to do it, princess,â he pulls back a bit to look you in the eyes, and a smirk arises on his face. âTomorrow you wonât even be able to walk at all.â
You desire nothing more than this. To be completely sore and swollen down there.
âYou have absolutely no idea of all the things I desire to do to you,â he presses a gentle kiss on your cheek. âYouâll beg me to never stop,â he adds. Â
Jungkook slowly pushes back, only leaving the tip of his cock inside you. His eyes never leave your figure, watching you moan under him. Thatâs a sound he loves, and he missed it a lot. He dreamed of this a lot since the last time you had sex.
âThen, show me no mercy, Jungkook,â you answer.
A smirk appears on his face, satisfied to hear you say those words. Damn, he wants nothing more than to drive you completely crazy.
Brutally, he pushes his cock fully inside you, and a loud moan leaves your lips. For a little while, he doesn't move, hovering over you and watching you with delight. His eyes look down on your body. For sure, your body is different than it was ten years ago but youâre still absolutely stunning. Your skin is still very soft like he remember it was.
For the two of you, this seems like something totally new while being something very familiar. Itâs quite odd but it feels good. Sex usually feels good, the two of you can say it out of experience. Jungkook groans as he watches himself buried deep inside you.
âYour cunt still takes me so fucking well, princess.â
You close your eyes, completely enjoying having him fully inside you. What you like the most about shutting down your eyes during intercourse is how you connect more to your body. With your eyes closed, you can deeply experience everything that is going on. However, it can also be extremely overwhelming, especially when the man youâre having sex with is awfully good in bed. Â
Once Jungkook sees that youâre ready to take more, he brutally pulls back before slamming himself back into you. The couch under you squeaks while a very deep moan escapes your lips. If he does it again, the sofaâs back is going to hit the wall and even probably destroy it. However, right now, you absolutely donât give a shit. Â
Jungkook once again stops when heâs fully inside you, torturing you just to hear you begging him to fuck you. He hasnât heard you beg for anything in years so itâs just legitimate he craves it deeply at this precise moment.
âPlease,â you say grumbling, âfuck me.â
Jungkook leans closer again. âI love to hear you begging, princess,â he whispers before licking the spot just under your ear.
He pushes his cock back before slamming into you with both hands on your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts. The slick sound of your pussy soaking his cock as well as your moans are filling the room. All those sounds remind you that youâre doing something completely nasty with your ex but damn, this is beyond amazing. Â
âShit,â you gasp while he thrusts into you with no mercy, âyou feel so good.â
Youâre completely drunk in the feeling of his cock filling you up, his hips hitting against yours with every thrust he makes. This all causes sparks of pleasure to shoot throughout your body, your arousal dripping from your core and creaming the condom on his cock. Jungkook smirks as he notices the sticky mess youâre slowly causing. His cock is buried deep inside you, brushing against your walls that causes you to moan even louder each time. You grip the couch as hard as possible to steady yourself from Jungkookâs hard thrusts, but it definitely is an impossible mission.
âYouâre so fucking wet, baby girl,â he hisses before biting his lower lip. His hands press harder into your skin when he feels your walls tighten around him. âAnd making such a mess on my cock.â
Every time he pushes his hips back, he watches with delight the way the condom is completely covered with your arousal. Nothing drives him crazier than seeing this, you can see it in his eyes.
âYou love it, donât you?â You ask him. His doe eyes look up at you, and they are filled with lust, making you shiver as they look at you.
Jungkook bends down, pressing a sloppy kiss on your lips while his thrusts slow down. A desperate whine gushes from you, a sound that he instantly swallows. His hands move up on your body, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them to make you moan with desire before his fingers start playing with your nipples. Moans flood out of your mouth as your ex keeps torturing your body at a slow pace. Your hands irresistibly grab his hair, tugging it as much as possible.
âIt feels so good,â you whine, âfuck, Kook.â
The nickname surprises both of you but it left your lips in the heat of the moment. For sure, itâll be the only time youâll say it, at least for now. But it warms his heart to hear you call him by this nickname.
His thrusts are slow and harsh again, and his fingers on your nipples are just too much for you. They are extremely sensitive but itâs absolutely normal. Once someone starts playing with them, they just get sensitive and it just brings a lot of delight to you. Â
Gradually, Jungkook begins to thrust hard into you again, and you moan at the feeling of his brutal thrust. Your walls suck his cock as he slams his hips into you with more force. His fingers keep playing with your very sensitive nipples, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Itâs clear that he knows how to drive somebody crazy.
His eyes look at you, completely contorted with pleasure as it slowly builds within you. Your moans are getting louder, youâre not one to hold back or stifle your groans because thatâs for sure an indicator to Jungkook of how good heâs making you feel and if heâs doing things well.
âMoan louder, baby,â he says as he goes deeper and harder to make you scream with pleasure. He loves it so damn much. Â
His hands can feel the way your body quivers with each thrust. The way heâs torturing your body is only making you lose yourself further but damn, you havenât been fucked this way ever in your life. This is magical, your entire body has completely surrendered to this man. Â
âFuck,â he groans when he feels the warmth of your walls wrapping tighter around him. âYour cunt is clenching so hard, baby.â
The sweat is dampening his body, sticking his long hair to his face. That vision alone can make you come undone right now. As you stare at him, you canât help but think how lucky you are to be doing this right now. His eyes stare down at you with passion and lust as his tongue licks his lower lips. He keeps growling your name, thrusting into you with more urgency each time.
âFuck,â you say as you move your hips to meet his thrust.
Jungkook leans forward, pressing another sloppy kiss on your lips. Heâs been enjoying sensing your lips on his, even if the kiss is a disaster. Currently, all he craves is you, and in any way. Your eyes never cease to look at him, heâs mesmerizing and incredibly hot. Man, heâs even hotter than he was years ago. You bite your bottom lip as you admire him.
âGonna be a good girl and cum for me?â He asks, and you nod.
All you want right now is to do as he wishes and youâre also very close to exploding due to all the pleasure heâs causing. But Jungkook wants to hear you begging to come, he wants to know how badly you want to come.
âUse your words, baby girl.â
His fingers pinch your nipples harder, making the wave of pleasure grow bigger inside you. A loud moan escapes your lips.
âI want to come,â you manage to say, âI wanna come so-so bad.â
Jungkook feels his cock twitching inside of you, a low groan rumbling in his throat as you practically beg him to let you come. He smirks like he has won the award for the best fuck of the year. One of his hands slowly goes down on your body, passing your stomach, and landing on your throbbing clit. His fingers start to rub your sensitive spot as his cock keeps hitting your sensitive walls.
âBeg for it, baby girl,â he says.
His fingers show no mercy on your clit, and youâre not even sure if youâll be able to beg for anything before coming. Youâre a complete mess right now, and youâve completely surrendered to the overwhelming sensations youâre experiencing.
âPlease, Kook,â you manage to say.
With the way heâs torturing you, you canât even form a proper sentence. You actually canât even think at all, outside the fact that you love what Jungkook is doing to you. Â
âTell me, baby girl,â he keeps teasing you with a smirk on his face.
For sure, he would have loved to experience other positions with you for more pleasure. But this is just the beginning. Heâll let you come now and later, heâll torture you with other sex positions. He wonât leave you alone today, that heâs sure about.
âLet me come.â
His smirk grows bigger on his face, happy to have you begging him to come. Teasing you is something that heâs enjoying a lot. The wave of pleasure inside you is growing bigger and bigger, becoming way too overwhelming. Youâre moaning like a mess, but at this stage, you couldnât care less. Â Â Â
âDo it, princess, come for me.â
Those words are what you needed to hear to let go of everything. Instantly, the wave of pleasure that was growing inside of you violently hits you, making you come hard around him. Your arousal totally covers the condom on his cock and your walls squeeze him over and over again.
While youâre completely euphoric from your orgasm, he speeds up the pace of his hips slamming into you, wanting to chase his own high. Heâs aware that in a matter of seconds, heâll burst into the condom. Breathy whines escape his pretty lips as he looks down at the mess you made. His eyes are completely hypnotized where your bodies meet.
It doesnât take him too long to be hit by his own orgasm, desperate moans leaving his mouth when it happens. His eyes roll back with pleasure as his body tenses up and releases his load inside the condom, loud cries of euphoria leaving his lips.
You move a bit on the couch to leave him some room to lie down. Thereâs not a lot of place for the two of you on the couch next to each other.
âMaybe you can rest on top of me,â he suggests as he removes the condom from his cock.
You simply nod while standing up to let him rest how ever he wants on the couch. The second heâs well installed, you rest on top of him, your head against his chest. His beating heart rocks you, his strong arms holding you tight against him. For a little while, none of you speaks. His hands caress your body which soothes you after this wild moment.
âOnce we really calm down from this ecstatic sex, would you like to go on a date with me?â Jungkook asks.
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I thought of a blurb thatâs basically just reader asleep on top of Hobie when the gang (Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr) show up and are noisy asf and Hobie shushes them all but theyâre confused cause they canât see reader whoâs under the blankets, until she wakes up and peeks her head out from under the blanket and everyoneâs like :0 I was thinking they have like a non-public relationship so everyone in the room is shocked lmaođ No pressure at all and no hard feelings if you canât! Love your writing and hope youâre doing well!
You are literally just the sweetest, I appreciate everytime you come into my inbox and compliment me and the fact that you put 'love' in bold and italics? đ„°đđđ
Here you go, my love.
Likkle Sleepy Darling
Hobie Brown X F!Reader
Hobie Brown was normally a pretty stoic guyâstraight-faced with nothing more than a smug twitch of his lips to give away any sort of expressionâbut, if he was being completely honest, that all fell apart when it came to you.
You, who was the beam of hope in the dark, despair-filled streets of London he inhabited. You, whose smile shined so bright, you could take out a whole army of shadows with just the stretch of your lips. You, who fit ontop of him so perfectly, you almost resembled (no, a hundred percent did resembleâ) the last, missing puzzle piece to his heart as you laid against his chest, lids shut and lips parted just enough to allow air through.
His lips tugged up. You were just so cute, he couldn't resist the urge to tighten his grip around your waist and pull you further into him, allowing the blanket on top of you both to further cascade over your headâcompletely obscuring your sleeping form.
The moment was perfectâ
"That. Was. AWESOME!"
"I know right?! We went in and destroyed doc, I almost felt bad for her."
"You know her friends call her Liv?"
âuntil, of course, it wasn't.
In came the rowdy group of youngens Hobie somehow ended up befriendingâhalf-suited up as they screamed to each other in the loudest voices they just had to muster up the one time you felt comfortable enough to sleep in his arms.
Allow it, he wasn't having it.
"Ayo, you manâ" his whisper came out harsh, and whatever conversation they were having halted just like that, "â'low it, shut up."
They all blinked in unison. "Huh?"
Then, Miles piped up, "what do youâ?"
He stopped speaking at the same time Hobie felt pressure being pushed onto his chest from two different parts.
Looking down, the man with multiple piercings was fond to find your squinting eyes peering up at him, half-dazed in that cute, little way that screamed the love of his life like no other.
"Likkle sleepy, aren't you, love?"
A nod.
And then, a chorus of gasps all at onceâall followed byâ
"Huuuuuuhhhhh?"
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âVirgin Blood:â Spawn Astarion x F!Reader, nsfw Loss of Innocence Spice for you, darlingsâŠ
Astarion x F!Reader | E | 3.6K Loss of virginity
Summary: Youâre eager to meet your rogue in the woods, and you can think of no better person to take your innocence than your Vampire Rogue⊠And doesnât he just cherish the idea⊠eager to taste your virgin blood.
Act 1 Romance RetoldâŠ
CW: loss of virginity, first time, Praise kink, Astarion takes his time, virginity kink, gentle sex, Astarion more than happy to make you feel all the more beholding to himâŠ
For you, Anonymous sweet thing in my ask box đ
Ao3 link | Astarion fic Master List
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âI just hope we donât have to wait too longâŠâ
Gods, you hope so too. Your body is on fire, and not just from the battlelust of saving lives.
It is because of him.
His little flirtations that have eroded you, his sweet words and greetings that fill your ear each day. The way his crimson eyes already devour you, as if he canât get his full of your looks.
And then he bit you.
So intimate and foreign.
And new.
Each time now, your body sings when he feeds, and not just because you can feel your blood dripping down his throat and making him stronger.
You feel seen. Desired. Wanted. He hungers for you and seeks you out. Gods, as if you hadnât been looking for one to do that for you since you came of age.
Something stirs in your body when you are near him, something wild and untamed. Waiting to be released. Your kind never told you what it was between two lovers, only the lessons you found in nature, the rutting seasons of the earth. That was all you knew of⊠sex.
But to hear him beckoning you, offering you passion like none other, somewhere quiet for just you and him.
Your body aches⊠burning. Singing. The blood in your veins pumping wildly. You want so badly to be touched and tasted. But mostly, wanting to be seen.
Wanting him to see more of you. All of you.
So, as the party begins to quiet, you watch your Rogue snatch up some blankets and wine, throwing you a knowing glance that makes your stomach twist and leap.
Gods, he thinks of everything doesnât he?
Others begin to make their way to sleep, but you step into the woods. Your mind firmly set to give him another gift, and this time, youâre humming in your veins, your nerves crying to be touched. Because you want him to receive this, knowing just how much you will undoubtedly receive in return.
Your footsteps rustle softly in the leaves along the path. You follow that pull in your belly, knowing this is the way he wandered. Knowing that he is closeâŠ
That Astarion waits for you.
You pass through the trees, drawing to a stop the moment you see him. Gods, already his pale chest on display. Your mouth waters, your skin grows hot, even though you donât completely know why.
âThere you are,â he purrs, striding to close the distance between you. That handsome face is bright with his own intention. âIâve been waitingâŠâ
He draws still, a breath away from your body, ââŠwaiting since the moment I saw you, waiting to have youâŠâ
You look into that face, the way he just wants you, pouring his desire out over you, and you are ready to drown in it. âAnd I want you to have me,â you murmur, a coy, nervous smile dancing on your lips. Hells, you probably look like some innocent little thing. âI want you to have me as no one else has; AstarionâŠâ
âOh, you sweet little pet,â he croons, his face broadening into a smirk so soft, your stomach quivers. âDo you meanâŠâ
âYes,â you feel your cheeks hot under that lurid, crimson gaze. âI have never beenâŠâ
âTaken?â He offers. âDeflowered?â he adds, a deepening to his grin. âFucked?â
Oh, itâs not that heâs a vampire spawn that makes him gaze at you with a voracious look in his eyes. It only makes you blush bright red and hot in reply.
âI am⊠touched to be offered such a gift,â he continues in that thick, honeyed voice, clasping your hands both in his. As he raises them to his lips, you are pulled even closer. Your body tingling to feel his frame, his magnificent form, just barely brushing you. âI am a bit surprised, given how forward you are⊠how waywardâŠâ
âPerhaps itâs just a good fit, you and IâŠâ you force your voice to lilt, keeping your eyes soft as you meet that insatiable stare. Your heart leaps as he licks his lips, making your hand reach to trace over his chest.
âMmm, I will make certain it is. This gift, to be the first to know your body⊠it is one I will cherish⊠and Iâll make absolute certain you will cherish it too, darling,â his smile is breathtaking, almost as much as the way his own fingers wrap tenderly around your cheek, drawing your face into his so closely, his breath becomes your own.
Slowly he bears his teeth, his gaze raking down your neck into the v cut of your tunic. âTell me, darling, how long have you been dreaming of this with me, fantasizing our time together as you pleasure yourselfâŠâ
Your brow quirks as you struggle to find the meaning of such a sensuous phrase.
âOhâŠâ he croons, the caressing touch of his hands cresting over your shoulders and drawing down your back. Your confusion ignites a new level of anticipation in him, you can see it twisting over those immaculate, pale features. Then he pulls you flush against him. âYou will enjoy tonight, I am sure of it. I will too, there is nothing sweeter, Iâm sure, than your first blood, your virgin bloodâŠâ
You melt at his words, trembling even before his kiss falls to consume your lips. His fingers are so deft, dexterous and featherlight as they tug the rough linen of your shirt up your body. Bunching it. Letting the night air kiss your skin little by little.
And all the while, his lips work smoothly on yours. Nothing so fast and quick as his bites. No, this is deliberate, controlled. A rhythmic dance that traps you against him and draws you closer.
Before you know it, he breaks from that caress to pull your shirt off completely. You gasp, cheeks hot as he looks you over, the gleam in his eye predacious as he scans your breasts, your skin, drawing his gaze to the band of your breeches.
Those eager lips begin to stray from your mouth, allowing you to finally gasp in the free air. But itâs still a fight, the way your body trembles as he kisses the lingering bite marks on your neck from the other night⊠drifting even lower to the edge of your collarbone, his breath so cool on your hot and flushed skin.
A moan escapes you, a noise you had never made before. And it makes the vampire chuckle, his lips creeping even lower as he cranes his head. His hands catching your breasts, one in each persistent palm. He massages them, fingertips sweeping over your straining nipples.
Those lips and that tongue replace one set of dexterous fingers, making the same sounds issue from your throat again. Louder. Your body wriggling as it catches on fire, like magma seeping from the earth, it boils in your veins and pools between your thighs.
Heâs suckling on you, your hands shaking as you long for them to touch him too, running them into his hair. With a sharp breath, he releases one breast only to rub his tongue through the valley of your chest to trap the other one. Worshiping it with equal zeal.
Gods, you feel strange beneath your navel. Full and hot and swollen. And then, another sensation hits you as you shift on your toes.
Youâre⊠wet. Your breeches are soaked. And it makes you shift again, more uncertain.
âYou feel it, canât you?â he raps as he lifts his head, raising to his full height to look down at you. âThe way your body has awoken. You stir, and crave something.â The corner of his mouth quirks just once. âPoor little sweet thing, I promise you, youâll like whatâs coming. Itâll make it all feel better.â
Those fingers, so quick and light, pull the laces of your breeches apart before you even know whatâs happening. âMay I?â he whispers, running two fingers up the inside of your thigh. âYouâll need these removed, you knowâŠâ
You nod vigorously, a giggle in your throat as he grins, that glint of his teeth just peeking from his lips. But he doesnât pull the fabric from your skin. No, he slides those fingers harder into the soft buckskin over your thighs. Then, he steals their pressure between your legs. His brows canting to feel you where youâre soaked. âMy, myâŠâ he purrs, âthis will be most enjoyable. Your body already knows just what to do,â his lips twitch as he presses them against your lips again, âand so do I.â
Boldness sweeps through you, assured that you have chosen well. He will make this blissful. Make you feel like the sweet treasure you are to him.
Agonizingly slow, he strokes you there, those fingers so eager for action in the field turn all their talents now to teasing your body. You turn away, unsure as he caresses where youâre wet.
âDonât be shy with me, darling,â he whispers, âyouâre doing so wonderfully, you know.â Those hands pull your breeches down, letting them settle at your ankles. âHere,â he breathes as he grabs your hand where it still presses on the smooth coolness of his chest. âYouâll let me show you, wonât you?â
With how silken, how assured and pleased he sounds, you canât manage a breath in reply. Only a nod and a moan as those damp fingers take your hand. He molds you to his grasp, guiding your fingers into your own arousal. Itâs slippery, hot⊠and then your hands now slip between your foldsâŠ
You moan so loudly, your thighs shaking as he presses your fingers deeper into you.
âThere now,â he purrs, lips caressing against the curve of your ear. âSo wet and slick, youâre a wonder, my sweet little virgin. Your bodyâs already eager for me, and you donât even know it yet.â
âPlease,â you raps, pulling your hands back towards the apex of your thighs. âShow me.â
âIâll do so much more than that, darlingâŠâ
Itâs so quick, the way heâs picked you up in his arms to lay you down in the soft grass. In an instant, heâs shuffled off your breeches, the air wafting over your body, completely bared and entirely hot despite the little breezes of night.
Astarion draws his body to cover yours, so slowly, controlled, as if he plans every little graze of his skin across yours. âSweet little thing,â he croons as he traps your lips in a quick, gentle kiss. âYouâre all mine arenât you?â
âMmhmm,â you hum, the feeling of his body lowering all its weight on you, sending shivers down your spine and sparks over your vision. âAll yoursâŠâ you moan between his full and twitching lips.
âI do so love the sound of that, darlingâŠâ With one last little peck on your lips, he begins caressing your body, kissing and sucking your breasts once more before trailing down over your belly. It rises and falls with every heaving, nervous breath you take. âDonât you worry,â he whispers, âthe more you give in to how Iâll make you feel, the more delicious this will be.â He catches your hand again in his to slink it back where you are on absolute fire. That slick between your legs. âNow, close your eyes, and just touchâŠâ
He brings your hands to your folds, dipping your fingertips within. So wet and soft and hot, swollen you can tell, as he draws your fingers at the crest of your folds. âThere,â he presses, the little nub beneath your touch so hard, the contact instantly making your muscles clench and burn. âShould the need arise as you think of me, as you remember tonight, as you wait eagerly for the next time you come to my bed⊠you can touch yourself here for your own pleasure, darlingâŠâ
Your body takes over, the rhythmic tracing of his fingers guiding yours⊠itâs sorcery. Magic. Like fire and ice in your veins as he circles your fingers and his over that little hard bud. You flutter your eyes open, watching as he stares at you, his gaze catching yours with all the hunger and pride and desire you could wish to see. Then, those perfect lips twitch in a mischievous smirk. Already crouching between your legs, heâs licking his lips, lowering his head towards your body as his fingers still tug at you unrelentingly.
So cool and wet, you feel his tongue lapping along with your fingers. Your hips buck out of your control, muscles clenching as one possessed, but it is not in pain. It is flame and ruin and ecstasy that flood along your muscles. Spurred on by his kissing and sucking and lapping between your thighs.
That feeling crashes through you, blinding you as your back arches, your scream tearing from your throat as you writhe and spasm. Your hand goes limp between your legs as you pant.
With a laugh, he places a kiss on your soaking palm before resting it tenderly on your panting belly. His tongue laps up your seam, you can feel the flush of that slick cooling in the breeze and drying on your skin. âOh my sweet,â he rasps, glancing from between your thighs. âYou are doing so well, such pleasure for your first time,â he giggles, âdonât let it go to your head. The best is yet to comeâŠâ
You mewl, his two dexterous fingers finding their way inside you now, playing in and out. Instantly, that need reignites, consuming your flesh. Your hands reach for him⊠for any part of him. You find his arm, his own muscles bunched and bulging as you feel him working inside you. You feel him shifting lower, kissing the sticky skin of your inner thigh, his hand slipping another long finger inside your walls, making your muscles burn as they stretch. âShhh,â he soothes as you groan and pant and squirm at the pressure. âYouâre such a good girl, so wet and eager, this will be delicious. I doubt you will even bleed once Iâm inside youâŠâ
He chuckles, watching your body, your eyes wide and wild as that wave begins to wash over you again⊠the heat, the throes of pleasure you now realize come from his touch. And then he slips his thumb back over that aching little nub again.
âGods, Astarion,â you keen, your voice rough as you tear apart. Those fingers inside you⊠your whole body clenches on them, the pressure, the fullness sending you careening into your climax even harder this time. Breathless, you can only make little incoherent sounds, a little louder as he insists on still pumping his touch inside you even as you come.
âBreathe, my sweet,â he smiles, âyouâre going to do wonderfully.â
The chill of his touch, his whole body leaves you for a moment. But you canât look, canât even open your eyes as you still drift down from your pleasure.
You feel stretched and limp and warm⊠the gentle embrace of bliss and pleasure you had heard ballads about. You rise up on your arms, and for a moment, that warm comfort runs cold in your veins.
You see him. Naked. Breeches removed as he strokes his cock in his hand. Looking down at you where he stands. Those crimson eyes almost glow in the moonlight. But you barely glance into his face, knowing itâs hungry and needy and salacious.
No, your eyes are mesmerized by his length, so much longer than you had thought, erect and pale. You watch it twitch as he rubs himself slowly. âShhh,â he soothes from above you, âcome here, my darling. I promise you it will only hurt a bitâŠâ
You sweep your legs beneath you, kneeling before him. His fingers caress your face. He takes a deep breath, his belly filling as his cock twitches to see you so close. âTouch me,â he whispers the instruction, your hands joining his as you feel him. So hard, smooth skin stretched over something so unyielding. Etched with pale veins that darken slightly beneath his already pale skin⊠you run your fingers over it as his own hand stills near its base.
Sweeping your thumb over that thick, blunted head, you make him groan. âGood girl,â he praises, his voice thick with lust in his throat. âSoon, my pet, Iâll teach you to pleasure me in return, but tonightâŠâ he breathes heavily, dropping to his knees with you, âtonight is about your pleasure, your deflowering as I claim your innocence my sweet.â His lips twitch, âwhich I am most eager to do⊠a gift I am forever thankful forâŠâ
His eyes glint with intent, possession and pride, his mouth descending to capture yours again. Those powerful arms hug you tightly to his chest, that hardened cock prodding into your belly, twitching each time your mouth moves with the rhythm of his kiss.
Slowly, he lays you back into the grass, those arms that have snapped your enemies in half cradling you gently against his body. One hand slides between you, ghosting that chilling touch between your thighs, the other presses your cheek in his palm, keeping your lips trapped against his.
Then, you feel it, something thicker and harder pressing into that still molten slick between your legs. Inch by inch, he enters you, the roll of his hips against yours almost imperceptible. âShh,â he hushes you, another caress of those full lips against yours. âYouâre so good, darlingâŠâ
A bit more, your muscles burn as he slides, that slick coating him, letting his cock inside you little by little. You groan, your muscles clenching at the thickness. And he only laughs and shushes you again. âEasy now, darling, I promise. Those stories of virgins bleeding are only with bad lovers, but I will only ever make you bleed in other ways, other⊠more delicious waysâŠ.â He catches your lower lip in his fangs and bites down, a little nip as pain shoots through you. You groan⊠hardly noticing that in that moment, heâs sheathed himself between your thighs completely.
Buried deep in your throbbing channel.
âHells belowâŠâ you groan, a wriggle of your hips as you feel the pressure easing. Burning and not in pain. That same sort that consumed you already, only now⊠all the stronger. âAstarion,â you look into his eyes, how they smile at you, narrowed and delighting.
âI told you darling,â he purrs, a slight movement of his hips, dragging that cock a bit out, a bit in as your mouth hangs open, âI told you I would make certain we are a good fitâŠâ
You groan, not at his words, at the way he begins to thrust into you. Slowly, consistently, letting your body open to accept him. His mouth still hovers over yours, his breath filling your mouth, the taste of your blood still on your tongue and his as he catches it in his kiss.
âGods,â he groans as your body begins that journey higher, driven by every thrust inside you, the heat multiplying, the clenching of your every muscle catching all the more on him inside you. âYou tight, little, innocent thingâŠâ he pants, âyouâre going to be the ruin of me.â You feel his lips twisting, smirking against you, his breath coming heavily now too. His arms on either side of you shake, those hips, his body, driving into you faster. You wrap your legs around his waist, your own instincts taking hold, wanting him deeper, wanting more of him thrusting inside.
He groans as he slides to fill you completely, âGood girl,â he purrs his praises again into your mouth. Groans and thrusts consume you, the slide of his body on yours transports you⊠until you feel nothing that is not him.
It takes you, that press of his hips, that drag of his cock between your walls, you spill into that climax, the oblivion of twitching heat. Your mouth hanging open to keen. His cock pulls all the harder as your body clenches. Hitching, fucking, slamming with everything heâs got inside you, until heâs groaning too, gasping and whsipering in silken tones just how good you are⊠how tight and perfectâŠ.
You feel him inside you, gripped so hard, pulsing as that slick drips from inside. His hands cradle your cheek again, the full weight of his body lowering, blanketing you, pressing you into the earth. âSee⊠wonderfulâŠâ he pants, another kiss against your lips, longer, tender. âSomething to cherish between us foreverâŠâ
He slips from inside you, making you arch and groan at the release. Your thighs shake, even as he lowers to lay beside you, rolling you to lay in his arms. To rest your head in the crook of his shoulder.
A single finger traces your neck, his head lifting to look down your body beside him. âYou see, sweet thing, not a drop of blood⊠well,â he chuckles, ânot yet anyway.â Those smirking lips caress over the throbbing vein in your neck. âI would so love a drink of your not-so-virgin blood nowâŠâ
âYes,â you tilt your head, your voice is sultry, heavy in your throat as you keep your eyes meeting his heavy-lidded gaze. âAnd then, can we⊠again?â
His brows raise, delighted, genuine surprise lifting those sharp features of his handsome face. âI would love nothing more,â he croons. âSo addicted to me already are you?â A single laugh punctuates his words. âPerhaps this worked out better than I could have imagined,â he speaks, almost to himself, that devious, desirous smirk on his lips for a moment before his fangs bite into your skin.
Drawing that first, no-longer- virgin blood.
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Blood Was Its Avatar
PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader
SYNOPSIS: Getting close to you was never his plan, but when he can't stop his self-protective instincts from pushing you away, will he be able to repair your strange friendship? Or will his body have to speak for him? (18+)
WORD COUNT: 8.9k
WARNINGS: Angst, blood, wounds, stitches, death, smut, p in v, throat f-ing, degradation, dom/sub dynamics, implied pain kink, hair pulling, hate sex? but not really?, semi-clothed sex, vulgar language, fluff at the end, etc. just pure filth.
A/N: This is sub-par because I was up until 4 in the morning today and didn't have the energy to edit in-depth lmfao, but enjoy Anon!
*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*
All of Ghostâs problems started and ended with you. He was impressed with that fact, actually.Â
They call you âMasqueâ on account of the mission from years back, â07 Ghost recalls easily. When youâd been pinned down and surrounded, the dead bodies of your unit all around your feet. Youâd chosen to act while the others had been yelling orders over the radioârooting around the pooling blood on the ground and slathering your face with it; your body.Â
You pretended to be dead.Â
Quick thinking, Ghost had told you with a glint in his eye when youâd gotten back, those whites of your eyes ten times more noticeable. Like the moon hanging around a crimson-drowned sky.Â
Youâd cursed him out and said of course it was, quoting some poem from Edgar Allen Poe as a joke.
âBlood was its Avatar and its sealâthe redness and the horror of blood.â The Masque of the Red Death. Your claim to survival apparently, as you had just read it a day before.
Ghost said you were bloody fucking crazy and found his eyes darkly watching the way you smirked at him. How the dried blood on your lips would splinter at your loud chuckle as you both entered the C17.
As he knewâall of his problems started and ended with you. Today was no different.
âDamn! Lookinâ good today Ghost, are those new gloves I spy?â You were always soâŠbubbly.Â
âMasque,â the masked-man greats blandly, not even sparing you a look as you enter the meeting room. The screen on the far wall was hooked up to Priceâs computerâbroadcasting its news out into the dim lighting with images of mayhem and a loop of a video containing the bombing of an embassy building in the Netherlands.Â
Profile pictures stain the screen of wanted subjects; captured or killed in the crossfire made no difference here, anyone could see it.Â
You drop down into the seat beside his own with a huff, body shed of your usual black gear, and wearing casual fatigues insteadâyour tags jump on your chest and Ghost sees them glint in the light.
Your face shifts into a smile, prodding with a bump of your elbow. The Lieutenant turns and glares dryly while you carry on, âI asked if you got new gloves; theyâre nice.âÂ
âNeeded âem.â Ghost drawls, seeing no way out of this as he glances around at the multitude of other free seats. No one else was here yet, and Price had needed to step out for a moment to grab another report from his office one floor up.Â
A small grunt echoes from his throat before his eyes dart back to yours. Shifting in his seat, his lax posture tenses before loosening.Â
Raising a brow at Ghost, you stifle a laugh.
âThatâs it?â He blinks at you slowly, those bright blues trapping you as they shine out from his skeletal visage; his great body hidden under layers of Kevlar and thick canvas cloth. Like some weird and deadly present. You tease him, âNo attempt at a conversation, Ghosty? That hurts.â
You sarcastically put a hand to your chest.Â
âThen suffer.â Ghost states like heâs reading the newspaper, stretching out one of his wrists by rolling it until it cracks the joints. Where was everyone else? âIâm not fuckinâ talking about bloody gloves, Masque.â
âItâs called a conversation starter!â Under the mask, he raises a dull eyebrow. You glower at him, but the smirk on your lips shows how much you enjoy this. Â
âFor who? Could have jusâ stayed quiet, then.â Scoffing, you roll your eyes and indulge himâpointedly going silent. Almost immediately an awkward nothingness covers the room with its metaphorical blanket and Ghostâs muscles slowly go stiff as he crosses his arms slowly over his chest. You bite your lip and stamp down a snort.Â
A minute spreads like molasses. Two. Three. Five.
âAlright,â Ghost growls, breaking as you pick at your cuticles, humming horribly off-tune to a point where the Lieutenantâs ears were ringing and annoyance faired. âFucking hell stop it, just say something already to shut up that noise. Sounds like my damn brakes squealinâ.âÂ
You stop and laugh loudly, elbowing him again as he jerks away with a low grunt. Blue flashes, and his heart pounds.
âJeez, Lieutenant, is my humming that bad for you?â The air rolls with tension.
âMore effective than torture.â Ghost utters, his Manchester drawl violent and thick as it coats your ears. You take no offenseâyouâd been doing it on purpose, anyways; always the one to exploit cracks in the concrete. You'd found out a lot through your studies of the man beside you. Mostly, all of the small tics and unique qualities that made Ghost such a strange character.Â
On the battlefield, the large man was resilient and patient. He could wait in one spot for days if he had to, sitting for a perfect shot. Nothing could break the line of purpose and authority he had over the units he was placed in or his fighting spirit. Gunbattles, torture, you name it heâd survived it.Â
But he disliked anything below scalding hot tea, detested his objects and packs being messed withâŠand clenched his hidden jaw at small, repetitive, noises.
Low, horrible, humming, tapping fingers, tongues clicking over and over. You had no idea why, but the sight of making this experienced and handsome man glare at you with annoyance made your face heat up.Â
You chuckle in the meeting room, eyes crinkling up at him before you reach for one of the pens and notepads on the table. Clicking the bottom, you shrug and start to scribble nothing into the side margins as blue ink bleeds like foreign blood.Â
âWhatâs Price got for us today, then?â Your voice echoes, âWe shipping out with the others or going Black again?âÂ
The Captain usually paired the two of you up for Black Ops for a reasonâGhost the strategic mastermind to your reckless bloodlust. Push and pull.Â
Missions were rarely a failure.Â
Ghost sighs, finally getting the sensation of control back into him. âBlack,â he begins, âleast for us. Old Manâs sending Garrick and Johnny out in hopes of drawinâ a few bastards out first. Netherlands. We slip in the backâoff the books, âcourse.âÂ
He watches you from the side of his eye, gaze following your pen as you sketch out a small stick figure with a skull for a face. Ghost stifles a huff as he scratches at the side of his face.
âWell, of course,â you slyly tease, glancing at him before looking back to your pad. âAre we getting any soldiers?âÂ
âNone. Just us.âÂ
âOoo,â Ghost watches your lips curl and feels his body slowly still. âSounds like fun.â
âIt sounds like Iâm going to have to babysit again,â you laugh again and dark blue seems to spark with some strange emotion. Ghost clears his throat and takes down a breath.
âOh, please,â you chuckle, âIâve saved your hide a few times before, Ghosty, be nice to me.â
âNice isnât in the job description, Masque.âÂ
âWell, it isnât for you, grumpy. I think Johnny and Gaz are lovely.â Your nose tilts up teasingly as Ghost grumbles like a cat. âBut thatâs alright, I like you anyways.â Winking, you go back to your pointless scribbling as footsteps echo from the hallway.Â
Ghost stares, his hands on the armrests slowly clenching into fists as he studies your expression. His eyes slid over scars and blemishes heâd already looked at a million times over, seeing in his mindâs eye the stains of blood and that every present smileâthe burn of your presence beside him like a brand in his stomach. You never seemed to let him get too far away from you on Ops, but it wasnât some form of obsession. It was worry; heâd seen it.Â
You didnât like it when you couldnât see his back ahead of yours. Ghost guessed it had to do with your lost unit. He never pressed it.Â
In fact, heâd noticed himself not eager to see you off himself. Had spent many a night in the onsite gym after missions because of it, where heâd given you the cold shoulder after. He didnât like that feeling. That hesitation.Â
Ghost knew only to trust people as much as he had toâŠso why did he like when you said nice things to him? His jaw clenches, shoulders rolling to dispel tension as he rips his eyes away from your body as if you were fire incarnate. Your head perks up at the sound of talking voices getting closer to the meeting room.Â
Soap and Gaz enter a few moments later and Price shuffles in behind them. You smile warmly and greet them, shifting the notepad closer to yourself nonchalantly.Â
Ghost grunts and stays stationary, straightening up when he realizes he's slightly leaned toward you during your conversation. His new gloves pull taunt over his knuckles and he suddenly wants to rip them off.Â
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You begin to wonder when youâll be free from blood coating your fingers but know deep down you never will be. At least, not if this was how youâd be getting covered in it.
Sitting inside the hotel bedroom, you slowly extract a blood-coated bullet from Ghost's large thigh, grimacing when he grunts from over you. Youâre in between his legs, kneeling, as the metal finally breaks free from the skin barrierâthe entry wound is small but nonetheless dangerous. His pants were cut from thigh to knee, a long spit that showed pale, scarred skin.Â
Keeping a tight grip on the forceps, you hum under your breath in satisfaction.Â
âNo bullet fragmentsâlucky you.âÂ
Ghost forces out, âYeah, feelinâ proper lucky.â You chuckle, moving back and dropping the bullet to a food plate youâd put on the floor. Shuffling, you take up the rag placed over your upper arm and bring it back up. Patting the gushing wound, you frown and think back on the events that got you here as the Lieutenant shifts and bites his tongue.Â
The intensity in his blue eyes burns into you, lungs deeply inhaling with a silent breath. Your fingers tingle, but you diligently press the fabric to the wound and try to ignore the heat from Ghostâs flesh or how his legs flinch with every trail of your nails. His muscles are pure iron around you, and youâre suddenly very aware of the position youâre in.Â
Swallowing stiffly, you sigh and notice him slightly shiver when your breath caresses his upper leg. You stop immediately, lips going tight.
It had been fifteen minutes earlier when Soap and Gaz had set up in a far more open and less secluded hotel three blocks awayâdirectly across from the base location for your gaggle of targets. As planned, you and Ghost would be off the books and go in when they were too distracted by the Sergeantsâ in plain sight.Â
Fire was supposed to be the cover story. Go in, take care of business, and set the place alight after the area was clear of civilians. But no one was counting on the targets being surrounded by three more friends.Â
Of course, guns lead to bullets and bullets to flesh. You can still hear the ringing in your head when Ghost had jerked you to the slide and shoved you behind the far wallâskull snapping back to look in horror as his leg exploded with gore.Â
Fucking bastard had been distracted by you and hadnât had time to dodge. That wasnât Ghost, but then again, Ghosty wasnât quite the same, was he? Least, not to you.
âYouâre a fool, you know that?â You huff, something swirling in your chest as your gloves peel the layer of cut pants farther down to see better. âYou should have looked after yourself.â
âAnd what?â Ghost grumbles, letting you do what you wanted to him. âLet you get fuckinâ shot, Masqueâyou have a bloody death wish?â His last word comes off with a growl as you press tighter into his thigh.Â
His hand instantaneously snaps out to grasp the back of your hair tightly with an instinctual low groan. Naturally, a small whine exits your lips in retaliation.
You both freeze and the room jumps up to a hundred degrees; your lower body flips as your skin burns a million degrees. Fingers still, you feel your breath hitch when his calloused fingers scrape your scalp, your hair in his expansive palm. It was a pure reaction you knew, and when youâd asked him to let you help out with this problem you had thought this might happenâheâs a soldier after all, just like you.
But he hadnât denied you. If anything, since six missions back, you were the only person who he wanted to work on him. Heâd never said why.Â
You look up at him from the side, eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. Ghostâs heart skips beats before he clears his throat, snapping his hand back immediately and slamming it to the mattress. A second of strained silence settles where you both try to forget what the fuck just happened.
âKeep bloody going then,â He says, deep and grating to a point where you shove down a shiver. Your head feels light off of his scent, and you have to ask yourself why youâre feeling so feverish all of a sudden.Â
You bite your lip and nod, hand moving away to grab at the sanitized needle and thread with your forcepsâdropping the rag back onto your forearm to let it hang. For once in your life youâre left mute by his actions.Â
Mute to the fact that youâd liked them.Â
Your face burns like a hidden fire; epidermis alight with the strength to rival the flames the two of you had started fifteen minutes ago. Lungs stutter and hands inside the gloves go clammy. Itâs only after you were halfway done with the stitches that you mutter words.
âShouldnât have taken that bullet, Ghost.â He had been stone still the entire time, hands clenched beside him and his thighs like rocks. Feet firmly planted. It was like he was barely breathing, too.Â
Ghost blankly stares, staying quiet as you continue.Â
âYou were distracted. That never happens.â His form was almost entirely shadowing you; great spanning shoulders from above tight like a looming statue. You dig the needle deeper with a push of the forceps, threading through yielding skin with quick punctures. He doesnât even flinch.Â
Ever since â07, there was an obvious aversion to partners stemming from you. You distanced yourself from forming close bonds with those who you hadnât already known. In many ways, Ghost and the others of One-Four-One were the closest you could get to people now.
Ghost, you admit, was far closer than all the others combined.Â
But this sentiment was knownâboth the aversion and the care you held. The Lieutenant wasnât good with words, but he knew how to read you better than anyone; the way you carried yourself. He knew you didnât like it when he got hurt in front of you.Â
Ghost had to ask why he even bothered to shove you out of the way, regardless. You would have been fine. So why had his eyes gone wide and his iris flared with a dead glow when heâd seen the gun swivel in your direction? The man grunts at a deep dig from your sutures but you continue to mutter to yourself as he glares at the far wall, venom-like.Â
His sin was that he had grown to care about you. His burden and his curse.Â
This couldnât continue.Â
Ghost looks down at you with a sheen of distanced nonchalant-ness and when you lent back with a sigh of your lips, his body moved. You blink in surprise as you feel his muscles bunch and before you know it youâre being grabbed harshly by the arms and lightly shoved to the side.Â
âGhost!â You snap, eyes narrowing dangerously as he stands to his feetâblood training down his thigh and kneecap before disappearing back under the stained cargos. âWhat the fuck?! Iâm not done with it.âÂ
Attempting to stomp closer, he swivels his head to you as his spine goes formal. Your feet stall from under you and your veins pump faster, forceps and slick gloves freezing mid-air.Â
You blink. Heâd only ever looked at you like that when youâd first met.Â
Blue is a silent sheen of ice and cold death; black sockets behind his mask are more like voids holding chilled sapphires.Â
Why was he looking at you like he didnât know you? Once more you say, confused and suddenly small, âGhost?âÂ
âEnough.â His voice was monotone and barky, the tone final. Your fingers tense at the sound. WhatâŠwhat was this? âYou need to get your head back on, Masque. I canât watch over you like a bloody Private every time you get stiff-legged, copy?âÂ
Your jaw slackens. Inside, your heart smashes itself into your ribs in a violent pang. Thereâs a moment of complete and utter silence in which Ghost remains standing with concrete tied to his feet. He sees the flash of confused hurt in your eyes, the way your muscles jump for a moment.
A suffocating wave of regret strikes him, but he felt like he had to do thisâkeep up boundaries. Even if his throat was closing in an attempt to make him shut up.Â
Ghostâs accent makes him sound harsh and unforgiving. âPriceâll need us back in fifteen. Get your shit together.âÂ
He bends down and snatches bandages with a quick hand, beelining to the bathroom and closing the door with a firm hand. Blankly, you stare at the barrier as the wall rattles; face burningâunable to speak beyond a small sound in the back of your mouth.Â
The two of you stay separated for the remainder of the time, not speaking, and not moving from your respective areas.Â
When Ghost finally leaves ten minutes after heâd pushed back the self-loathing and guilt, freshly bandaged, he finds your stuff already gone. He glances around the area slowly, taking in the wails of the fire trucks from blocks away and the neighboring rooms of the hotel as residents speak in mutters from behind walls. The air is cold and lifeless.Â
He grabs his things in total silence, swallowing down saliva paired with long breaths. Ghostâs eyes remain tight. Body wound and coated in rigidity that could rival a rhinoâs armored plates.
Mind whirling, but still ever mute, he leaves the hotel and heads to the coordinates Price had given the two of you alone. The absence of your warm body beside his was more jarring than anything heâd expected to experience.
Ghost didnât want to admit how many times his eyes trailed to the empty concrete at his left.
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When you lose something in someone, you tend to lose it hard. Thus still, that was the case here. Ghost and you always jabbed at each otherâit was in your nature to do soâbut this was different. The Lieutenant could be cold, butâŠnever to the extent to shove you away from helping him with his wounds.Â
Both of you always did that with the other, if that be physically or just being in the same room, while getting fixed up.Â
If Ghost didnât want you around for whatever rage-inducing reason, you weren't going to grovel or beg. The sudden switch-up still stabbed you in the heart though.Â
On the second week, it got easier.Â
You passed by Ghost without a single comment, shifting into the meeting room once more. He grunts as you shimmy through the door right before him, his feet halting before he runs into you.Â
âFuckinâ âell, Masque, you lost your bloody eyes or something?â You donât answer, blankly walking to the end of the table and taking the single chair with steady steps; sitting down and dragging a notepad to your general area.Â
Blinking, you look up at the projection and skim the small details they give over.Â
Ghost stares from the doorway, clenching his jaw. After a moment, he slips inside and slowly strides to the table.Â
The days had been difficult for him, struggling to re-situate himself to his isolation after youâd been with him for years. Sure he had Johnny, Gaz, and Price, but you wereâŠ
Ghost places a veiny hand on the back of a chair about four down from yours, knuckles white as heâd shed his gloves not five minutes ago. His eyes stay stuck to the tabletop, hips shifting. He hadnât thought it would be this hard to push you out. Not only physically but mentally.Â
He found himself thinking of your face at night. Like a phantom, it would snap into his consciousness when the lights went out and the shadows got long. Your smile and your skin. How your fingers would gently press into his flesh when you were threading a needle through himâshivers of pleasure and pain intertwined by the scrape of your nails.Â
Ghostâs hand tightens on the chair, and you spare him a tense glance as he seemingly fights within his mind.Â
The Lieutenant wonders at your willpower and your drive. He spent the weeks hating that he had gotten what he wanted, and then he hated himself more because of that fact. It was good to keep you away from him. Not only for himself but for you.Â
You both were becoming tooâŠ.attached. Ghost would have none of it. It had bled over into him using his own body to protect yours that was justâŠwas justâŠ
â...Those new tags, then?â You look away from the screen and shift your gaze to him as his voice bounces.Â
Around your neck, the new reflective metal of your new dog tags glint. Your heart skips when he speaks to you, but he still doesnât look your way.
âThat an apology?â Deadpanning, your unimpressed gaze glares into his face as his hand strangles the chair.Â
The room returns to strained silence. You huff.
âPretty shitty one there, asshat.â Ghostâs shoulders roll under his gear, a great sigh quickly exiting him. Everyone had noticed the tension over timeâit was becoming a detriment to the team.
The Lieutenantâs blue eyes darken, and in his body, a great heat was beginning to burn. Just looking at you provoked lucid and vulgar thoughts, and as the dim light from the projector makes shadows on your face, Ghost traces them with a chained desire. Being away from you was a physical pain to him, but he also knew that being around you was worse.Â
All of Ghostâs problems may have started and ended with you, but they also grew in his own head. Theyâd been there in the back corners ever since heâd given you your nickname; found out he liked the way your face was wet with spilled blood and sweat. Your body. Your hands on the hard flesh of his upper thighâŠtrailing up...Â
Ghostâs pants get tight as he stares without saying anything. Watching you scribble on your notepad. Glaring.Â
âWhy canât I get you out of my fucking head?â Your ears twitch at the low growl as if coming from a beast; seconds later, your brain catches up to process the words. Your pen stops its pointless scrawling just as your breath does. Ghost spits out, seeing your form straighten in the chair, âEvery bloody thought, youâre right there!âÂ
His boots stomp to the floor, and before you know it a hand is trapping the back of your head, fingers carding through hair to angle your chin up. Your breath gasps out as your wide eyes lock on Ghostâs, his hold tight but not uncomfortable; as if he knows the perfect amount of pressure to make your blood surge and your pupils expand.
You stare into volatile blue with silver flecks, a skeletal mask stained from dirt and blood. Ghostâs thumb digs into your scalp.Â
âAnswer me, Masque,â he grunts, accent so thick you momentarily struggle to string the words together in your stupor.Â
Ghostâs nose is close to yours; breathing in each otherâs air as the temperature rises. Your throat bobs with a swallow. Below you, you feel your legs clench together as the Lieutenant's fingers lightly pull on your roots when you donât respondâsmall sparks of electricity run down your spine that make it straighten instinctually. A soft purr flies from your lips; face on fire as your lashes flutter. Your hands clench at the dull pulse in your lower body.
The Britâs dead eyes stare down at you, glinting; studying you deeply with growing satisfaction in his heart and tension in his boxers.Â
You both glare half-lidded, panting, and flesh heated.Â
âIs this your apology?â He tightens his hand and you bite your lip, small whine meeting his ears as he represses a groan at the sound. Your voice was breathy but smug.Â
âYou fucking wanted this, you naughty little beast,â Ghost growls, moving even closer to tower over you. âYouâre playinâ me.â You mold into him as you still sit in your chair, your chin set onto his upper abdomen as the midsection of your breasts presses into his crotch; brushing against his hardened bulge firmly.Â
You shiver at the feeling, your core leaking out slippery fluids to stain through your pants one second at a time. Every twitch of his fingers leaves you wanting to arch into him. Feel him.
Ghost feels your hands go to wrap his open thighs, nails digging into the back of his pants as his mouth opens under the mask to force out air.Â
âYou liked me in between your legs, didnât you?â Your tiny, teasing, voice serenades him as he quickly begins to lose control of his composure.Â
âShut it,â Ghost grunts, mind yelling at him to move away, âShut your damn mouth.âÂ
Those pupils were so wide his eyes were almost entirely black, feral chest moving quickly.Â
âI already know why you snapped at meâŠâ One of your hands travels back to the Lieutenantâs front, skin tingling at the scratch of a belt and the rough fabric of his cargos. You leave it over his crotch and add a tight amount of pressure; mouth lightly opening at the weight and size of him as Ghost grunts deeply, thighs jerking forward.Â
Blinking at his glassy eyes you breathe out into thick air and the veiled threat of something more. His hand in your hair is so tight that you feel your pulse under the tendrilsâyou enjoy every second of this cat-and-mouse game.Â
After all, no one knew who the mouse was yet.
You rub your hand up and down and watch Ghostâs clothed dick, feeling his muscles straining to keep himself in control. He lets you continue as he watches with a clenched jaw, his pants getting gradually wet with precum; hips twitching.Â
â...You canât get enough of me touching you, can you?â Your statement ignites something immediately, and youâre being grabbed by your shoulders and forced to your feet.Â
Staring wildly, you cringe at the soaking patch under your clothes but let Ghost place your backside on the table. He presses into your hips to keep you thereâlegs opened and feet planted to the floor below on their tip-toes.
The man breathes like a lion, nose in front of yours. You slightly smirk at the far-off haze in his eyes, lust and pleasure blending and bleeding into the almost bruising hold he uses to press you down.
He watches you for a minute or twoâtaking in your scent and the rabid instinct that infects the both of you now that everything was on the table.Â
You knew you were right; he knew you were right. Licking your lips you look down and stare at his blatant hard-on hungrily. Your brow raises slowly.
âYou going to let me take care of that, Ghosty?â Heâs up and locking the door after he slims it shut.
âThis is it,â Ghost grunts, âone time, Masque. Thatâs fucking it, you hear?âÂ
âAwe,â You cue, swishing your legs as he stomps back over, hand grasping his belt and whipping it off with a flex of his forearm. Your core tightens, hips trying to press back into the table. âThat's so cute. You think once is enough.âÂ
A hand captures your jaw, âI said,â he breathes, the other hand going to shift up the bottom of his mask up to his nose. You gasp at the sight of blond stubble and milky scars. A strong jaw wound like a spring. Ghostâs musk invades your nose and you feel your palms so clammy. â...Shut it.â
Hard lips slam into yours.
Like some game between the two of you, your mouths fight one another with aggressive grunts stuck in your throats, sharp inhales of air between partings. Ghostâs lips mold and conform to yours, clinging around the supple fleshâthereâs a deep-rooted intensity, a hunger, and a desire mixed with sweet stubbornness. The tang of metal and old canvas opens to you just as your mouth does when his teeth bite down at your skin.
Quickly sucking down breaths, you feel his tongue push past layers and slip into your awaiting clutch; Ghost groans lowly and explores as his hands bare down into your hips, one making its way to grip at your hair again. Your own dig into his waist as he leans over you.Â
He latches onto your hair and peels you back from him, tongue sliding out of your mouth as he moves to nip at your chinâangling your head whichever way he wants to. Your skin burns as the man bites down at your neck, hot saliva stuck to your lips as your chest pants fast with a low whine at the mixture of pain and bliss.Â
Below you, your legs are wide to allow Ghost to stand between you, his firmness leaving your hips canting at every hickey he leaves behind and how he shivers into you as you move against him. It was addicting to himâyour taste and how your flesh yields to him as he clamps down on it ruthlessly and rapidly. In no time heâd traveled the length of the area behind your ear and down the swell of your shoulder; shirt pushed back by his nose.
âOh, fuck,â you breathe, eyes glassy as you blankly stare into the far wall over the Lieutenantâs shoulder; your panties are soaked through and the evidence can be felt. A long whine exits your chest when Ghost licks at the deep marks he left behind, blown eyes coming back to stare at you head-on as if in a trance.
His lips are red and swollen, mouth open with silent, fast, breaths. His large chest moves quickly over yours. He orders you in a hoarse voice; strained, âGet on your knees.âÂ
Licking your lips your widened gaze stays locked on his, the hand in your hair tight and keeping you away from slamming your mouth back to his. The air is electric, both of your bodies yielding to one another's even if you donât realize it.Â
As much as you wanted to scoff and roll your eyes at the comment, to make him apologize to you for what heâs done, you realize that your body has already complied with the request. Slipping off the table, Ghost watches like a hawk and backs up two stepsâfeet splayed as you move for him. Your knees slowly lower you down to the floor, connecting with the carpet as you sag, fists clenched and shaking.Â
Thereâs a small, heart-pounding, pause. â...Good girl.â
Your jaw drops at the smirk on Ghostâs face and those flashing dead eyes of his, blood thumping with a newly ingrained need. You swallow and feel your throat bob; legs shifting to push back the inner-body itch that grows by the second.Â
âNow you can listen to me, yeah? Such a slut for it.â Ghostâs hands slowly trail to his pantâs zipper, sliding the piece down the teeth with barely audible metal on metal. Your fingers twitch at every small pop; how the zipper itself had to move forward with the strain of his sizable erection. You canât even look away from itâhow his pants are stiff against tense thighs and the sleeves of his shirt are rucked up to show the black ink of tattoos.
Ghost had tattoos.Â
When the teeth had run out and the manâs hands grappled for the waistband of both his cargo and his boxers, youâd found out youâd been staring the entire time, pupils so wide they matched Ghostâs and the black stain of his face-paint.Â
âFuckinâ hell, Masque,â he grunts, knuckles white and going still, âbet your pretty little cunt is soaked and I âavenât even shown you my bloody dick yet, eh? Well, the thingâll âave to wait, Iâm puttinâ that mouth to good use first. Teaching it who to listen to.â
You startle back, blinking away the burning heat on your cheeks that leaves you uncharacteristically stuttering at the vulgar degradation. But Ghost doesnât notice, doing what he can to move the various straps along his thighs and his upper hips to be able to free himself quicklyâeager and dripping to be down your throat.Â
The throat and mouth heâd fantasized about for ages.Â
Stiffing down a whiny moan, you finally see the veiny girth of Ghostâs cock as it comes free over the top of the tight white cotton of his boxers; a happy trail extending up his visible abdomen when his wrist snatches it out.Â
âPut to good use?â You breathe out, âChrist, youâre going to make me fucking mute, Ghosty.âÂ
âWell, Sweetheart,â he breathes a sigh of relief as he plays with the leaking tip with his thumb. Your hands itch to brush against your achy clit, the pressure in your chest almost enough to make you sob at the sheer nothingness. Sweat glistens over your forehead. Eyes glare at you as you watch thighs tense and loosen. âThatâll be fine by me. Donât need you speaking when Iâm paintinâ your damn cunt with my cum, do I?âÂ
Jesus, you both were in the fucking meeting room. Going to fuck in the meeting room.Â
You lick your lips and stare as Ghost stalks close again, gripping your chin and opening your jaw with his thumb and first finger. His dick was right in front of you, and you can smell sex and sweat like an animalistic aphrodisiac as it coats your brain with lust as you moan out.Â
Your arms tense with a want to reach and touch it, watch as Ghost falls apart below the twist of your wrist. It was so addictive you feel yourself clench at the visual, your body shivering violently.Â
âOi, fucking focus.â Your tongue sneaks out and licks Ghostâs finger and he feels his grip tighten on you with a puff of hot air. âLittle brat.âÂ
He stares into your mouth and breathes deeply as a smirk peels the edges of your lip. Blue swirls with anticipation.Â
âKeep it open, then.â Ghostâs hand drops from you and you easily keep your mouth open as his hand goes back to his cock, grasping it firmly as the other finds the top of your head. You shiver and shift your thighs under you, your body striking like a drum to oxycontin and adrenaline. âThatâs a girlâŠâ The Lieutenant growls, and the tip of his dick slips into your saliva-dripping mouth with hidden fever. âFuck.âÂ
Your eyes flutter at the taste, letting him maneuver your face closer to the base as your hands snap to his thighsânails digging in and eliciting a sharp inhale as you press into the two-week-old wound under his pants. Ghost curses under his breath but watches in flooding pleasure at the image of his cock disappearing farther and farther into you. Inch by inch you tell yourself to breathe through your nose; feeling the make of his veins and the mushroomed tip traveling farther and farther back.Â
Moaning in the base of your neck, Ghost instinctually jerks his hips at the sound, feral grunts trapped in his chest. Your eyes go wide with the prickle of tears, not from pain but from the surprise as you gag. His hold on your hair tightens and you mewl as he continues to lose himself to the feeling of your wet heat.Â
He was so big it was like your throat was ripping new sinews just for him, and you reveled in every moment of the feeling of his predatory gaze.
âSo bloody tight for meâcanât wait to be in that cunt of yoursâŠcanât be better than this. Have to test it.â He talks more when heâs horney.Â
Slightly gagging again at the sheer size, his palming hand presses you deeper and you take him as well as youâre able, still space between your nose and his pelvis as your knees dig harder into the ground. Ghost groans gutturally, head slightly lulling back and panting like a dog, looking down at your red eyes and far-off gaze. Your hands kneed his upper thighs and he smirks slowly.Â
Without another word and with sweat staining him under his uniform, bits and bobs from his gear start to clink together and dance as his hips set a rough pace; you find your head being puppeteered back and forth with his thrusts as your scalp flames from his hold. Tears burn immediately.
âYeah, thatâs itâsuch a good little slut for me, Masque. Gettinâ it down, fuck,â Ghost pants, as you hollow your cheeks, back arching into you and leaving your nostrils flaring to take down air for your spasming lungs. The sight above you was sinful.Â
Your Lieutenant in full gear, pants and skin-tight boxers stretching and shoved down just under the clutch of his crotch. With every back-and-forth motion, the zipper grazes the underside of your engorged throat as every vein can be undoubtedly seared into your esophagus like a brand.Â
Ghostâs eyes flutter and flinch, but never once does his hazy gaze leave your mouth as he continues to jerk your head back and forth. Saliva drips drown your chin and the nearly painful burn in your navel lets you know how true this was a relief not only for Ghost but for you as well. You wanted to touch yourself, but you canât stop touching the Britânot for a second. Shit, you think you could fall apart just by looking at this; you were sure Ghost was thinking the same thing.Â
âLook at that, makinâ such a fucking mess of you.â His abdomen tightens and rolls with every jerk and rut, and your eyes roll back with a deep whine in the back of your throat when he hits the back of your throat. Sweat splatters down your temple as the air is steeped with animalistic desperation. Ghost whines thickly in answer and seems to speed up as your hands claw at his thighs. âYou like that, pet? Huh? Being my little cock-sleeve.âÂ
Your nails dig deeper into his flesh and he shivers wildly; eyes flash at the sight of himself disappearing into you and exiting just after as the slap of wet skin reverberates. The tension in his chest increases and he starts to desperately kneed at your hair.Â
âIf Iâd known youâd take it down like this, Iâd-Iâd have made you hate me sooner, yeah?â Tension fizzles up his jaw and you know heâs close by how he bites down into his lip and tilts his head back.Â
Instinctual tears travel down your sweat-slick face, the thought of being used like this vulgar and as dirty as the sounds that echo in your throat and strike down your spine.Â
âFucking hell,â Ghost gasps, and his pace stutters as he twists your locks. Your teeth graze along his flesh as you dig your thumb into his wound to steady yourself. Whining loudly, the action seems to get to the man using your mouth for his pleasure, as not three rough thrusts later the warm feeling of his cum splatters the back of your throat in thick, hot, spurts.Â
Choking for a moment, the widening of your eyes meets Ghostâs fluttering lashes from above. His free hand goes behind you to slam onto the tabletop; back curved over you as he shakes and sputters as he rides out his high.Â
Cum drips out of the seams of your stretched lips, and with a deep breath through your nose, your hand lowers from Ghostâs thighs as you carefully pull your face back from his pelvis. The sensation of his cock leaving your mouth and bringing saliva and his fluids with it was animalistic at best, they spill to the floor and off of your chin like a small river.Â
Licking your lips, you swallow what you can and try to catch your breath as your chest rages. Blinking rapidly, your eye twitches as you bring a hand up to your sore and ragged throat, Ghostâs heaving body stiff and hunched as he stares at the table blankly. Sweat dribbles down the side of his nose, sneaking out from under the top side of his mask.Â
Thereâs a long minute of nothingness as you both try to breathe and understand the gravity of what youâve both done. And then you both lock eyes and stare.Â
The air stills over as Ghostâs large pupils stare at the mess on your faceâseeing it drip down your throat as you tilt your chin up to him. His chest purrs like a cat and you donât even think he realizes that he does it.Â
Two seconds later youâre being manhandled up to the top of the table, backside hitting it as a hand goes to your belt. Lips connect with yours and groan at the taste, the clinking of metal hitting your ears as you submit to his prodding tongue as it licks along your inner flesh.Â
Your fingers snap to trail around Ghostâs neck, moaning into him as he slips his hands into your pants, pulling back and ordering, âUp.â Eager and filled with lust, you raise your legs and he rips them down to your knees, dragging you closer to the edge.Â
âGood girl.â He smirks, black-smeared eyes creased. If you could speak youâd tell him to shut up and fuck you already.Â
Your slick skin meets the air and you gasp, Ghostâs hands waste no time trailing up the flesh of your hips, pitching to make you jump. Glaring, you try to drag him back into you but heâs built like stone, clicking his tongue. When his fingers collect the fluids that drip out of you, you whimper at the stimulationâtwo calloused fingers getting entranced by that as they stop at your clit. You stare desperately into amused blue eyes as he pressed deep, your thighs tensing as they jerk.Â
âAny more of this and youâll stain the table, wonât you, Sweetheart? I get you this worked up, yeah? Bloody hell.â You pant, and lines form on your forehead at the indecent circling of his fingers; not being gentle as he sees your mouth open and your lungs gasp. Sharp spikes form in your thighs, and they move in tandem with Ghost. âLook at thatâŠâÂ
Deep chuckles mock you, but you both know this has to be fastâand with how worked up you were, it would be.Â
âAlright, then, brat,â Ghost takes his hand away and you whimper before he grunts and grips you by the shoulders. Your lust turns to confusion. âSuppose you did well. Letâs make this quick, eh? Got work to do.âÂ
Flipped around, you squeak as your clothed chest meets the table, ass presented as your feet scramble to connect with the floor. Surprised, you whip your head to the side to stare back at a highly smug Ghost as one of his hands goes to grab onto your supple flesh, massaging it before it sneaks to your hip.Â
âEasy with it, Iâll take care of you, Masque.â In little to no time heâs lining himself up with your dripping pussy, so wet itâs easy except for the fact that heâs huge enough to make you mute by a blowjob. Your back arches into the table with a long moan as the length slowly spears you open, instinctually widening your legs as best as youâre able.Â
Closing your eyes, you press one of your hands to your mouth to stifle your noises, thighs spasming as Ghost curses under his breath; gear clinking into each other.
âSo bloody tight.â With a swift thrust and a knock of your pelvis to the edge of the table, your eyes burn with the feeling of holding Ghost in your most intimate area and the knowledge that he would completely wreck it for anyone else. Your lungs fight for air, but a long mewl exits your fingers as the man shakes over you with restraint. âChrist.â
Tight wasnât the way to describe itâyou were like a fucking noose. Your sensitive walls know every vein and bulge, the scrape and dig, far more intimately than your throat ever could. Like a carved stamp, theyâre reforming to Ghostâs dick every second.Â
Tapping the side of your forehead to the table, the man canât help himself anymore and starts to thrust into you; feral squelching and fluids staining the top of his pants. Your face burns, the rocking of the table hypnotic as your toes fight to stay on the ground. The sensation of being so full truthfully made your mind go blank, fingers twitching as Ghost continued to palm at your hipâhis other hand going to press into your spine, keeping you stapled to the table.Â
His gear slammed and rubbed into your ass, bruising it no doubt, but you found you didnât care at all. Pleasure rocked down with every ruthless intrusion.Â
âCan feel ya âround my cock,â you keen at the words, tears dribbling down the side of your face as you try to hold back sobs of pleasure. Ghost increases his pace, rabid slapping echoing off the walls as he feels his sole focus on your mind-shattering bliss. âCanât have âem hear how loud you are, now, can we? Canât let âem know Iâm shagging you in their meeting room like a little fucktoy, eh?âÂ
He angles his hips higher, pushing your farther up the table as his hands only drag you back. Every moment leaves your core tightening even more; molten heat pooling as the edge gets closer.Â
Footsteps echo down the hall outside, but both of you are too focused on the other and the ache that only increases like a pair of cuffs. Your mouth lets loose insistent gasps and moans while Ghost breathily groans at every other interval of his ravaging cock as it brushes your cervix.Â
You whine loudly, spine arching and legs desperately trying to close. Ghost chuckles and your reaction spurs him onâhitting that same spot over and over again as you sob.Â
âRight there, yeah? That it, Masque?â You nod rapidly, and the Lieutenant's grip tightens with a loud grunt, âFuck, thatâs it, bloody slut.âÂ
The coil in your gut gets tighter, shining with desperate shakes of your body and the numb way you try to meet Ghostâs thrusts before you entirely lose the plot of reality.Â
âYouâre close,â he breathes, feeling your pussy trying to keep him in, slick trailing down the insides of your thighs and transferring to the Britâs clothes. His boxers were soaked. âCâmon, then. Donât disappoint me, Masque. Lemme see you cum on my cock before I fill you up like the good girl you are, yeah?â
Your body spasms, thighs tensing and toes curling at the floor; fingers scratching down the table as you press over your mouth harder in a last-ditch effort to remain in control of yourself. The coil snaps and suddenly youâre digging your forehead into the wood below you, orgasm ripping through you like a knife as cum paints Ghostâs dick as he continues his relentless chase of his second release.
âThere it is, fuck, look at all that, Love. Paintinâ me like a naughty fuckinâ portrait.â Ghost gasps, a hand coming up to connect to the table by your head, feeling you completely flood his pelvisâhe doesnât stop even when you whine in overstimulation, fucked-out eyes wide and mouth dripping drool into a small pool. The milky ring at his root grows and grows. With a loud moan, he looks down and watches the vulgar sight rabidly, pounding into your heat as his own end gets closer and closer.Â
âShite,â His forehead hits your spine, taking the skin into his teeth and biting hickeys as his open mouth leaves trails of saliva. âTook me so bloody well, cunt was made just for me.âÂ
His body shakes and with one last shove from his hips, he spills into you with a loud whimper muffled into your flesh. Teeth biting down so hard that you moan in turn, the spent releases dribble out of you like a stuffed bird. You feel his chest atop you as he places his weight slowly down; the fast-panting mirroring your own.Â
Sweat connects the two of you as it bleeds through your clothes, the smell in the air and the scent of delirious sex staining your bodies.Â
Your mouth remains open and hoarse, scraped dry. Ghost above you moves delicately as he pulls back up, moving back to peel your messy hair away from your blown eyes. After a moment his small voice hits youâthe accent deep.Â
âAll good?â Your eyes slowly rove to him as he kisses your forehead, shivering violently as he slips out of you; the wet drip of cum hits the carpet in the still silence as you whimper at the feeling. â...Masque?â
Dull concern emanates from his tone and you blink back. You clear your throat and utter in a torn voice, â...P-pretty good apology, GhostyâŠSâŠshit.âÂ
Smugness burns in his orbs, but the roll of his eyes hides it quickly. The puff of his chest couldnât be hidden from you, though.Â
His hands reach down and hike up your panties and cargosâboth items completely wrecked. The large splotch on Ghostâs own clothes showed you that you weren't alone in that aspect.Â
As he carefully flips your limp form back over and pulls you up by your arms, you groan in annoyance but shut up when his hands go to zip your zipper and clip back your belt.Â
âCouldnât have had a revelation in your barracks room?â You huff, itching at your throat. âYouâre buying me cough drops, you ass.â The state of your voice was laughable. Anyone would know what happened if they spoke to you.Â
Ghost sighs and begins with his own clothes, stuffing himself back into his boxers and growling at the chilled fluids on his pants as he pulls them back up. He goes and retrieves his belt before walking back.Â
âActing like you werenât begginâ for it.â He slides you a smirk before he grabs onto his mask and begins to cover his jaw.Â
Your hand snaps out and stops him. Ghost startles, eyes flashing before his muscles stiffen. You raise a brow and he slightly calms.Â
Scoffing, you lean in and place a final kiss on his lipsâa tinier and tender kiss. Gaze wide, the man stares off as his heart starts to beat fast again at the firm press. After youâre done your hand goes up and grasps the fabric yourself, carefully re-shrouding the mystery of a man with a smile.Â
He watches blankly.
âWe okay?â You ask, tilting your head as your lower body aches when you shift on the table. âI miss my annoyingly gruff Ghost. This new oneâs a jerk.â A small laugh graces your ears, and it makes you beam. âI know why you did it,â you admit, and hold out a hand between your bodies. âBut pushing me away will only hurt the both of us. Let's try this, Ghost. Please.âÂ
â...Youâre makinâ it seem like a good deal, LoveâŠis it?â He holds out a hand of his own, large and scarred hands that had gripped you so tight before utterly loose and awaiting.Â
âNo clue,â you admit with a smirk, âWanna figure it out?â Ghost watches as he always does and always will, searching into your eyes for any hint of hesitance or denial.Â
âAlways liked a challenge.â He grunts and encompasses his hand with yours. You squeeze it and nod, chest light as your normal breath comes back.
âYou know what a real challenge is? Trying to take down your fucking dicââ The meeting room handle jiggles and you both snap into action.Â
Ghost tosses you your notepad and you slide a shoved-away chair his way on shaky legs, slipping into a free seat with failing knees. You both sit side by side on the opposite side of the table, shoulders bumping and faces hot not three seconds later. Ears twitch at the sound of a key entering the slot.Â
You try to act normal and begin messing around with your notepad, stealing a pen from Ghostâs gear as Price opens the door. At the sight of the two of you, he pauses and stands in the doorway.
âGhostâŠMasque.â With a squint, Price looks around the room slowly, confused at the rod-straight spine from his Lieutenant and the way you awkwardly scribble nothing onto your pad.Â
âPrice,â Ghost utters as you look up and fake smile, waving as you tighten your hips under the table in an attempt to hide the evidence spilling out of you.Â
The Captain continues to stare, scrutiny in his eyes, for at least a full minute.Â
âProblem, then?â The Lieutenant asks. Priceâs lips thin and he gains a sheen of deep annoyance. You groan under your breath and knock your head to the table at the next comment.
âIn the fucking meeting room?!â
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not sure if youâre taking requests buttttt poly!marauders but theyâre kinda overprotective bfs and she sneaks out to go to a party with marlene or her girlfriends but they find out and show up at the party đ
Hi don't worry, I am! I think it should show on the requests page linked in my pinned post, but please let me know if it doesn't, I'm still figuring tumblr out and often mess up! I hope this is alright honey, I tried to go for the angst but honestly the more I write the more suspicious I become of my inability to write our boys being anything other than soft with reader! I'll try to work on it but in the meantime I hope you enjoy this <33
cw: mention of concussion symptoms, including nausea, nothing intense or even very descriptive though
poly!marauders x fem!reader ⥠906 words
Youâre aware that the internet had said you were supposed to avoid bright lights, loud sounds, and movement when Remus had looked it up after an unfortunate fall that morning. Just like youâre aware that when your boyfriends left you at your apartment a few hours ago, theyâd been trusting you to follow those instructions. But youâre also aware that the internet had led you all to believe your concussion was mild, and that Marlene only has one birthday a year. Damned if you were going to miss it.Â
So yeah, you feel a bit queasy as your eyes struggle to track the movement and voices around you, but thatâs nothing compared to the contentment of being with your friends. Lily has assigned herself the role of your caretaker, checking that youâre alright every few minutes and shushing anyone who raises their voice too loud around you, and Marlene has attached herself to your side, telling you how much she appreciates you in between beer-scented hiccups.Â
âAnd youâre so nice to come tonight,â sheâs saying now, brushing her fingers clumsily but sweetly through your hair. âI canât tell you how muchâuh oh.âÂ
You have a premonition of ill fate even before the hair on the back of your neck stands up, and you follow Mareleneâs unfocused gaze to the curly-haired boy coming towards you.
âHappy birthday, Marls,â he says, his smile only appearing slightly strained, before he turns to you. âHey, sweetheart. Letâs go home, yeah?â
âJamie,â you say quietly, and Lily and Marlene leave the couch to give you as much privacy as a party allows. âWhat are you doing here?â
âEveryone hereâs been posting, and youâre in the background of half the pictures.â His smile slips as he crouches in front of you, disappointment in his eyes. âYou know youâre supposed to be resting,â he says softly. âCâmon, letâs go.âÂ
Youâre glad that heâs here instead of Remus or Sirius, who surely wouldnât be as careful about not embarrassing you. James is less stern than the others, and though you feel a bit guilty for doing so, you press that to your advantage.Â
âI havenât drank anything but water,â you say. âThatâs gotta count for something, right? And look.â You brush your hair behind your ear, showing him the earplugs youâd put in before arriving. âIâm being careful, see? Iâm alright, Jamie, and itâs Marleneâs birthday. Letâs just stay, both of us, okay?â
James looks nearly apologetic. âRemus and Sirius are waiting in the car.âÂ
You groan, but allow James to pull you to your feet, waving goodbye to your friends with a pout. He supports more of your weight than you really need him to as he walks you outside, where Remus sits in the driversâ seat of the idling car. Dread settles, along with dull resignation, in your stomach.Â
Sirius is in the backseat and you hope James will get in first, but he lifts you in before him, placing you between two of your three upset boyfriends. You canât look at any of them, allowing James to buckle your seatbelt for you as an oppressive silence, worse than the bass that had brutalized your head inside Marleneâs, stretches out between you.Â
True to form, Sirius is the first to breach it.Â
âWhat the hell were you thinking?â
You sigh. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âYou have a concussion! All you had to do was stay home and rest. That website said that lights and loud musicâsay, the sort of things youâd find at a partyâwould only make things worse.âÂ
Normally, youâd argue with him. No matter how hopeless it seems, no matter how obvious it is that Sirius is going to win, you can always meet him head-on and at least make your point. But tonight, with your head throbbing and something about your very being feeling fundamentally wrong, you canât muster up the energy.Â
âI know,â you say.Â
Sirius goes silent at the acquiescence in your voice, and he looks at Remus in the rear-view mirror, unsure of how to proceed. James puts a hand on your knee, a tiny gesture of comfort even though heâs upset with you too. The motivation that had driven you to Marleneâs and through the party is wearing off, and you feel suddenly, embarrassingly teary.Â
âDo you feel sick?â Remus speaks for the first time, and though his voice is calm, the absence of his usual terms of endearment leave no doubt that youâre still in trouble.Â
You clear your throat of the tears that are trying to clog it. âA little.âÂ
âWeâre bringing you to our place to rest.â Itâs not a question. âWe can go get some things from your place tomorrow, but tonight you can just wear our stuff. Think you can eat something before bed?âÂ
Itâs worse that heâs being kind to you. Youâd been prepared for a lecture, but being taken care of is worse. It brings the vulnerability youâve felt since the frightening pain and dizziness of that morning to the surface, and you keep your face turned towards your lap as your eyes become wet. âYeah, I think so,â you say, and your voice cracks slightly when you add, âIâm sorry.âÂ
Sirius makes a sympathetic, pained sound from beside you, and James abandons all pretense of anger, tucking your head under his chin.Â
âWeâll talk about it later,â Remus says, a bit more gently. âFor now, just try to relax.âÂ
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Hey mei!
Can i request a Spencer x Reader where reader crochets? And they dress super colourful and become like besties with garciađ€ very much stevie nicks vibes maybe theyre a bit spritual aswellđ§ââïž
maybe GN!reader but i dont mind.
Thank youu đđ
I wasn't sure how to incorporate all of that into one blurb so i focused more on the first aspects!
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âSpencer.â Youâre breathless as you stop by his desk, having rushed from the kitchen to get there the moment he sat down, âI made you something.â
You announce it proudly, with the puff of your chest and a bright, shiny grin. Heâs used to receiving gifts from you, you jokingly call him your sugar baby, and at this point he thinks itâs true. Yarn is expensive, heâs found, and you go through an alarming rate to weave it together for him.
âReally?â He raises an eyebrow, looking up curiously at you, âCan I see it now, or do I have to wait?â
âYou can see it now,â You reach for your bag at his question, finger hooking around something inside before you narrow your eyes at him. Thatâs his cue, and he snaps his eyes shut, clenching them tightly so that you wonât be able to accuse him of peeking while holding his hands out.
He hears the rustle of your bag, of whateverâs tucked inside, then something soft, alarmingly so, is placed on his palms.
âThere,â You him, âOpen, Spence.â
His eyes land on a much larger mass of fabric than heâd been expecting to find, used to flower-print bookmarks and water bottle sleeves from your craft. This is bigger, with multiple colors of yarn woven inâ this is a sweater vest. Itâs primarily brown, a few different shades in a pattern together, but it seems that you couldn't resist adding one of your own pops of color, a splash of green thrown in to give it a mossy appearance.
"Wow," He mumbles, fingers tracing the soft material, "Angel, this is- wow, you made this?"
"I did," You grin, leaning down to kiss his cheek. It's rushed and a little sloppy, but it's Spencer's favorite kind, because it feels like you're racing to love him.
"Thank you," He turns to hug you, letting the vest hang from his grip, "Is it- do I need to wash it or something, before I wear it?"
"No," You giggle, "Just wear it whenever, Spence."
He stands clumsily from his chair, abrupt and sticking out like a sore thumb in the quiet, still bullpen, "I'm gonna wear it now."
He wrestles with the sweater vest he's got on, one of his favorites but now paling in comparison to yours. He lets it fall haphazardly onto his desk, but he'll tuck it away neatly in his bag later. The sweater vest is a perfect fit on him, and he wonders if you've been checking the sizing of his clothes while he's been sleeping.
"Angel this is perfect," He commends you, grinning adoringly at the satisfied smile on your face, "You should sell these or something."
"No, that's too big of a commitment," You wrinkle your nose at the idea, "But, if you want, I can make you a full sweater?"
His brows shoot up until they're nearly enveloped by the hair hanging over his face. He can't imagine the time it would take to hand craft an entire sweater, in fact, he's still in awe you've made him the vest, so he tugs your contemplative face into his chest with an arm around your waist.
"I love whatever you make me," He promises, kissing the crown of your head, "But if that's too much work for you, don't strain yourself. I need all of your fingers in tact," He takes your hand in his, intertwining your digits, "I couldn't hold your hand if you broke it crocheting too close to the sun."
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More of girly yn and ni-ki!!đ?
my  cute  little  kitty  !
girly  yn  and  ni-ki đ©°đ
genre?  girly  reader  !  fluff  !  warnings?  not  really  but  reader  is  called  kitty  !  word  count?  somewhat  130  !
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âyn, you look so cute!â he squishes your cheeks while you hold your hands behind his waist as you stand in front of the tall boy whoâs towering over you with a bright smile on his pink lips.
all you could do was scrunch your nose as he baby-talks to you like youâre a cute kitten or a puppy heâs petting. âmy cute little kitty!â his eyes shine brightly as he squishes your cheeks once again, not being able to hold back the cuteness aggression heâs feeling from how cute you looked in that newly bought beanie.
your eyes widen and you muffle out while your lips are formed in the shape of a fish which makes it hard for you to not sound muffled. âmânot a kittyâŠâ you stare up at him, an unamused expression in your face as the tall boy towering above you continues to baby-talk you.
âoh but you are! the beanie just proves your true form, yn!â as he smiles down at you with his usual gummy smile he pats your head over your beanie and simultaneously lets go of your face. âsunoo also has one of those! you donât call him kitty!â you protest with an exaggerated pout as you stamm your fists on your hips.
ni-ki rolls his eyes softly as he looks down at you. âit would be weird to call my older friend kitty, donât you think?â he raises a brow at you, a playful smirk plastered on his lips. âitâs weird calling me kitty, donât you think?â you ask him in the same tone that he used just now, still glaring up at him with a pout.
ânow donât act like you donât like it. you love it~â â
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Sukuna that has a big fat crush on his lil bro Yuuji's upperclassmen friend that tutors himđ€đ
SHAPESHIFTED: RYOMEN SUKUNA
she was there, sitting beautifully and started filling the room, it was hard not to notice her glisten, when all the lights in the roomâ even the moon that peaks from the creek of the window darted like a spotlight on her, âyour eyes might not be the color of the ocean but I get drown just by taking a secret glance, how do you do that? shapeshited and makes me fall in love with you?â
content warning: fluff, nothing else
sorry it takes me a lot of time to write this, I'm busy working on my thesis right now, and sorry I don't make exactly like your request but I hope you enjoy it đ
THIS WAS FROM SUKUNA'S POV
UH OH, I'M FALLING IN LOVE
the moon is bright and the day is still young, i was just walking downstairs when i heard my brother's voice alongside a soft, feminine unfamiliar one. i kept my feet moving until i was able to see who the voice belonged to. she is sitting there with her small back facing me, body so tiny i'm afraid her friends had to lose her every time they were walking in the crowd. i keep on looking at her small frame until the brother of mine snaps me out of my own thought.
âsukuna.â
and just like that, she turned around, finally showing me how pretty someone could get with a honey voice like that. and suddenly, our eyes locked and if this is what people tell you about love at first sight i think they're having no idea what they were talking about. it doesn't make my head fuzzy and the world doesn't stop moving and the noise isn't running faded into the background like the movie show, but this? i feel hurt inside my chest like my heart alone wants to run and give it to her by itself.
she stands, showing me the biggest and the brightest someone could ever smile, it's beautiful, it's like a symbol of happiness, she looks happy, she looks like art even. and art was supposed to make you feel something, maybe that could explain why my heart is trembling. a quiet curiosity was planted into my chest, brain and I knew it was only a matter of time before she sunk beneath my bones, nurtured this deep-seated unfamiliarity into love so fierce, yet blithering, carefree and unconcerned, hopefullyâ that I would question if I had ever been in love before.
my hand becomes one with her, skin to skin as she takes my hand for her to holdâ wishing it could stay longer after the void of nothingness hugging my hand back. she introduced herself to me but all I could hear was just the thunder underneath my flesh, underneath my ribs. yuji looking at me weirdly, doesn't get used to the way I reacted, i can feel his brown big eyes practically narrowing at me, but I choose not to pay him attention.
âshe's going to tutor me, please don't do anything stupid or make too much noise,â he warned me. i flutter my eyes before catching a sight of him with his eyebrows up to his forehead. I rolled my eyes before waving my hand, and dismissed him off as if it meant nothingâ well, It is, indeed. I'm a quiet person, unlike him, I'm not a menace to society. âyeah, yeah, whatever,â in boredom, i said to him and brought my feet to walk away from the living room to go to the kitchen.
i take a pack of cheese out of the fridge and slam it lightly on the counter. put pressure on the counter with my two palms before letting out a sigh. looking at the invisible living room, hoping my eyes suddenly had an x-ray superpower to take a glimpse of her again but to fail. âof course, what the fuck was I thinking?â a mumble under my breath could be heard. dramatically, I put my hand to my chestâ hesitation felt in my blood. as I was feeling the thunder in my heart, I wail.
my knee abruptly turns into jelly, no longer having the ability to support my body as I slide down to the floor, back sticking to the wall of the counter. âwhat the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuckâ what the fuck?!â I yell in whispered, finger pointing at my heart with narrowed eyes. âwhat the fuck is wrong with you?â I asked, hoping there was some machine error inside of me that's gonna be the cause of whatever was happening inside.
âyou like her,â there's a whisper.
I laugh humourless, forcing myself. âyeah, bless her delusional heart,â I scoff while rolling my eyes. I do not like her, in fact, I despise her. her weirdly bright smile does not give me a whole damn zoo, her honeyed voice does not calm my nerves. she's not gonna be something I be thinking about for a whole week. she's just my brother's friend. just looking at her I can tell she's gonna be an annoying person and weird. âright, she must be a bitch,â I mumble, talking gibberish just so I can convince myself.
âshe's beautiful, doesn't she?â that whisper again.
I went quiet for a moment, getting pulled by nostalgia back to a moment ago. my red eyes stared at nothingness dreamingly without I realized. the smile she gave kept replaying inside my head like a broken record, âyeah, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.â the whisper could be heard, over and over again, hypnotising me to keep thinking about her.
âyou like her, don't you?â
âdo I?â
the whispered whispering in my ear as I felt a hot wind clouding my ear. and that time I realized that it wasn't my head tricking me, that wasn't some demon or angel like you see in movies whispering to someone. âoh you sure do,â again with the whispering. quickly I snap my neck to the side only to find yuji with his ugly ass face close to me. âwhat the fuckâ Yuji!â he laughed as I jumped in surprise.
he stands straight as he puts both hands inside his pocket. âyou look stupid, what are you doing sitting there?â he asks, smiling knowingly while his eyebrows arise. I cleared my throat before shrugging my shoulder, âjust chilling,â I mumbled. he just kept looking at me for a while before rolling his eyes. âman, you're so weird when you're in love, so fucking weird,â he sight and walk away. i stand in second, âwhat the fuck do you mean?â I asked, feeling offended obviously. he just waved his hands nonchalantly without looking back.
âuh oh, am I falling in love?â
OH NO, I'M FALLING IN LOVE
âis that blood?â
she looked up at me blankly, no thought behind those eyes, looking dumbfounded as she battled her eyelashes like she was trying to process the information. ây/n, is that blood?â I asked again. âno?â she answered with another question. I rolled my eyes, âthat's not a question you were supposed to answer with another question,â I told her, seeing her white skirt got stained with something red. she pulled her skirt, showing me a quite big scar on her knee, âi fell,â she whimpered as if she was about to cry. her big doe eyes looking at me with quiver lips. I bit my lower lip, trying to contain myself from laughing and cooing at how cute she looked right now.
âwait here.â
I patted her head before going to the kitchen and coming back with a box of first aid kits in hand. I sit myself next to her and pull her closer by her under the knee. âyou're so clumsy,â I mumbleâ treating her wounds. I took a glimpse of her before looking down at her knee. a light chuckle left me without I realized. there she is, eyes shut tightly, one hand covers her mouth while the other one knead with eyebrows narrowedâ oh god, she's so cute.
âdon't laugh,â she wailed, hitting my shoulder lightly.
again, I laugh, âsorry y/n, you're just too cuteâ alright, I'm done.â
after, I brought my face to look at her only to find her face changed into bright red as if all of her blood was rushing to her head. âare you okay?â I asked, worried if her wounds might be the cause of her state. ââyour face is red, are you feeling hurt?â I asked again. my backhand touched her forehead, âyou're burning, should we go to the doctor? I think yujiââ
âyou shouldn't say something like that so casually,â she finally opened her mouth but her voice came out nearly whispering. I feel my forehead frown when the confusion consumes me. âhuh? what?â she stared at me for a while, and I never knew that âfor a whileâ could bring so many things to my veins. they're doing it again, the hurt in my chest, the adrenaline rushing through my blood. my heart beating so fast it's literally banging on my flesh, so loud I'm afraid she can hear it.
she smiles, âI'm fine.â
I cleared my throat as I looked away for a second before pointing at her skirt. âgo change your skirt, it's dirty. yuji might take a while to come home and I refuse to let you ride your stupid bike again after the stunt you pulled,â I said. she's open her mouth, about to protest before I look at her with a stern look, making her change her mind in a split second without me even realising. so without saying anything I went to my room and came back with a black shorts. âthanks,â she mumbled softly as her hand reached the shorts before going to the bathroom. I wait for her to change and sit in the living room, switching the tv on.
for a few minutes, I sat there in silence until she was slowly sitting back at the end of the sofa. my mind went blank with the tv noise as a background sound while pleasing her with a glance one to twoâ she looked straight to the tv but I know she watched nothing. pretty little hands fiddling with the fabric of my shorts that she's wearing. and maybe that's not gonna stay mine any longer since she looked better in it than me. would it be weird if I wanted her to keep the short? especially when I'm not her boyfriend.
âdid yuji know you're here?â I asked, not very fond of the silence that filled the room, also trying not to corrupt my mind with something I shouldn't think about. âyeah, but he hasn't replied yet, but we made a plan a week ago, so yeah..â I nodded. just like that we flew back again to where we were beforeâ silences.
we stay like that for a good minute until I hear soft giggles, making me turn my head to look at where the sound comes fromâ her. her eyes were already looking at me, âwhy do you keep looking at me?â she asked. I was stunned, mouth shut as I realized I never looked away from her. âyou staring, am I that beautiful for you to keep your eyes on me?â she jokingly said, another fit of soft giggles leave her pretty mouth, making me smile in return. I kept looking for a while then nodded, âyeah, you're that beautiful,â I breathe. and just like that her smile quickly faded into the void and faced the other way. I feel giddy seeing her shy state and this time, my turn to giggle.
âare you shy, y/n?â I asked.
she quickly hid her face with the palms of her hands, looking away. I move closer, âare you shy, y/n?â I asked again, teasingly as I poked her shoulder. a muffled voice of squealing could be heard. she moved her shoulder as I kept on poking her. I hold her wrist and pull it out of her face only for her to stiffen her hands and giggle. âoh come on, let me see that beautiful face of yours,â I laughed a little. she shook her head and again, tried to turn away. I kept on pulling her hands, and the moment I successfully pulled her hands away, it was already too late to realize that our face was an inch away.
her cheeks were crimson red, plump lips were slightly open as her hot breath touched my cheeks. and again, everything starts to blur, noise muffled to the background. I force my lips to put on a tight line for a moment as I look into her eyes to her lips, suddenly having the urge to kiss her. it's not like I don't have the urge to kiss her every time for nearly two months, but this time? I feel like I'm gonna die and regret the way I live for the rest of my life if I don't feel the softness of her lips in mine.
âcan I kiss you?â so I asked, whispering.
âyes,â she whispered back.
I never realized a single word can mean so much to me. who knows an agreement from someone can make my heart beat so fast but this time I'm not afraid if she heard the beating, I want her to hear the beating, I want her to know that my heart already belonged to her way before I have the right to, as if it was hers in the first place. my eyes widened after the second I realized, oh no, I'm falling in love.
OH, I'M FALLING IN LOVE
âare you there?â a soft voice from the other side asks.
I let out a sigh, unintentionally making a cloud of smoke in the air while I hugged my body with one hand while the other one pressed the tiny technology in my ear. âphysically yes, mentally is debatable,â I told her. shivering got nailed in my body, caused by the cold weather. I chew my lips, hoping it starts to warm soon. soft smile printed on my lips after I hear angelic giggles from the other side, âoh please, don't be party pooper, I'll be there with you in a second,â she said.
I waited a moment before my body got slammed into the tree by something tiny and soft. a hand pulled my neck before the warmness touched my lips. I let out a relief breath as I made a circle around the waist of her. my eyes closed, following the way her lips moved on mine. âthat's not fair, y/n, you can't corrupt me with something like that,â I complained after the kisses broke. she smiles, âbut you love it.â I rolled my eyes in annoyance before smiling back at her.
she opened her bag and pulled out something pink. my eyebrows instantly lifted as I caught her eyes sparkling. âwhat is it?â I ask, cautiously. she wrapped my neck with the âsomething pinkâ that turns out to be a scarf. âIt's cold, you should wear something to keep you warm,â she said, still smiling. âbut it's pink,â again, I complained. this time, it was her turn to raise her eyebrows. âyeah, and?â she asked, looking confused as if I said something stupid with the oblivion. âi know it is pink,â she chuckled.
âi don't want to wear it, it's pink. I mean, did you even look at me? the tattoo on my face? the red in my eyes?â
she became more confused, âit doesn't match my vibe,â I told her, only for her to roll her eyes. âoh please, you look cute,â she sang happily, fixing the scarf around my neck. âbut I don't want to look cute, please take this off,â I argued while trying to take the scarf off. she slap my hand in return, âbut I made this for you,â she pouting, eyes almost looking like a dog. I was stunned, eyes wide open with her beautiful reflection in my iris. âyou made this?â she nodded, still pouting. I let out a sigh, âfine.â out of thin air, the sparkle that was before lost in her eyes now bolting back, brightening it before I even realised.
under the cold weather, those eyes and all the sparkle made me feel warm. I could wear anything pink, from head to toe, I could do anything just so I could get to see those eyes simmering with the warmth of happiness. her and those eyes, I'm willing to kiss the ground she walked to, each step, if it means her eyes would be on me.
âkuna, come on, walk faster!â
she looked behind herâ me, smiling with her hand that was covered with a thick glove waving at me. âbe careful, it's slippery,â I told her. she stopped for a moment to hold my hand and softly dragged me to the fun fair. I watched her frame from behind, eyeing the way her body moved, gracefully like art in motion. her cheeks blended with crimson pomegranates as if all of the splendour of winter bent to her will. people say everything was a reflection of lights, and maybe that could explain her, she was the combination of all the prettiest light that exists.
she's beautiful and adorable and warm and everything in between. the first time you meet someone you're not gonna notice the waves of their hair, but the first I meet her I notice each wave, the way she stands, and speak, and smiles, her face becomes something I'll be thinking about next week, and five months ago I don't even know she exists but now i don't know if I'll still exist if she's not here.
she's more beautiful than any flower, she's like gold at the end of a rainbow, she's like a light of sunshine beneath the thunderstorm. just like the old poem said, If I had told the sea about her, what I felt about her, it would have left its shores, its shells, its fish, and followed me. its would have been filled with curiosity about the girl who's been shaking the sky and sea, the cause of my religiously praying when I don't even believe in god.
how does she shapeshifted like this? she becomes something I admire. the things that I usually overlook now become something that I desire. how did she do that? how did she make me fall in love with her?
oh, I'm falling in love.
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Free use cowgirl Wanda đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
Going to the grocery store because Wandaâs been so busy lately only to find Wanda there and youâre like âomg hi Wanda đ But wait I thought I was doing the shopping this week?â and you check your phone to see if youâve missed something. You havenât. Wanda just couldnât wait to bend you over đđ
My phone is doing the ios17 update and I'm just remembering I needed to finish answering this ask whoopsies
This got longer than expected (it's only like 600 words tho), but I simply cannot apologize for free use cowgirl Wanda content uhmmm cws for public sex and typical farm Wanda dirty talking, 18+ obvs
I don't think I've said it before, but Wanda does errands to shops in town to drop off farm goods every week because shopping local is good and cute! So there's a very high possibility you'd run into her at the grocery store and you're always so giddy when you see her, the shop owner thinks you two are just precious!
He doesn't even notice Wanda holding your hips so tight you're squeaking or how she's taunting you by pulling the ends of your pigtails! When you excuse yourself to finish the rest of your shopping, Wanda follows oh so innocently until the two of you are out of eyesight... and maybe she spots you stretching to reach the flour at the very back of the shelf, flowy dress riding up to show off your legs, how's Wanda supposed to do anything but pin you against the shelves?
"What right do you have to look this damn beautiful all by yourself back here?" And you can barely get a word in between Wanda's kisses, particularly when she takes your tongue and sucks, leaving your mouth an absolute mess.
At the sound of Wanda undoing her belt, you startle, trying and failing to wrench your thigh from where your girlfriend was shamelessly hitching it high around her hip. "Are you crazy? Someone's going to see us!"
"Now bunny, don't be like that," Wanda's totally unbothered by your struggles, knowing you'd settle as soon as she gets her hand up your pantiesâ and she's exactly right. "I believe we have an arrangement, or did you forget?"
You couldn't possibly forget, your mind always racing with thoughts of how and when Wanda would decide to fuck you again. Sometimes you baited her into it, not wanting to wait, but being taken in the back of the town's only grocery store was an idea that'd never dared crossed your mind. Wanda's either until about five minutes prior.
"Good girl..." Wanda's smile is stunningly bright as she feels you relax against her, arms winding around her shoulders while she lines up her strap, opting not to prep you for the sake of time. "I'd guess we have about ten minutes before Steve finishes counting the jars I brought and writing me a check so behave and be quiet."
It's the shortest ten minutes of your life, the time flying by under Wanda's praises and the knee-buckling orgasm she gifts you. Your teeth desperately bite into the shoulder of Wanda's coat as she continues to fuck you, pumping your full of her cum until she's satisfied.
Pulling out was bittersweet, the brunette loving your impish whines but hating to have to leave. She did have to exercise some self-restraint, but that didn't mean she couldn't pick up where she left off later... "You'd better keep every last bit of my cum in that sweet pussy or I'll drag your ass right back here and we'll start all over again. Understand?"
"Uh huh..." It's terrible how quickly Wanda takes all your thoughts with such a quick fuck; you can tell how spaced out you sound, but you don't have anywhere near the coherence you need to mask it. You'd have to go straight back to the house after this, could only hope you remembered the rest of what you needed to get for dinner.
"I have a few more stops to make so I'll meet you back at home. Text me if you need anything, love you." Wanda sends you off with another kiss and a pat on the ass and before you know it, she's gone and you've never done your shopping more dreamily.
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would you write ghost having a girlfriend who is like hyperfeminine and shows him all her makeup and stuffed animals, and when he sees her room it's just covered in pink?
this is so me too lmfaoo :") đđ©·đđ©·
he'd just be so đđđ he doesn't understand why pink? why you've chosen such a bright chirpy colour. and your makeup, always grumbling about how you're buying loads of the same thing but lowkey likes watching you put it on and seeing where it goes. he finds you beautiful without makeup but he can appreciate it makes you happy <3
"your room looks like a child's picked it out, givin' me a headache" he was absolutely shocked at the state of your room when he first saw it, almost grimacing when he saw how... happy it looks. but over time it becomes his safe sanctuary just as much as its yours. he likes all the knick knacks you have, holding your stuffies when you're not around. the scent of your perfume lingering in the air gives him some peace that you're coming back. slowly he becomes used to your living space and you'll usually see a 6'4 behemoth of a man snuggled underneath your pink covers sleeping peacefully with his balaclava wrapped loosely around his face waiting for you
he likes how feminine you are around him. he might not understand some things you like doing or why you're doing them but he enjoys how happy you are when you do them and how you embrace yourself đ©·đ©·
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Hello again, can i request an Bubba Sawyer x Shy reader: When Bubba introduce them to his family for the first time, at first, the reader was nervous that his family might disprove of them since their cannibals but was proved wrong when they interact with his family? (Side note: Bubba and the reader were together for a long time and he come up with the idea of introducing them to his family since he's been telling his family all about them.)
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Hope u donât mind itâs just a silly little headcanon thing!đ« đ also hope ur having a spectacular day!!đžđ
Shy!Reader meets Bubbaâs family
You had been in a relationship with Bubba for quite a while now. You met on accident one night, while him and Chop-Top were âgrocery shoppingâ. Instead of killing you, Bubba grew a fondness for your shy smile and pretty face. He didnât let Chop-Top see you, effectively hiding you away while they wasted anybody else nearby
To Bubbaâs surprise, him being a cannibal killer wasnât a dealbreaker. You still actually really liked him. You just had a hard time expressing it due to your shyness and fear
This strange, masked man continued to visit you almost every night, clearly infatuated with you. There were times where you didnât utter a single word. You just sat with Bubba in your living room, silently admiring each other. Though you didnât speak, your big shy eyes said a thousand words
It was now the day where you were gonna finally meet Bubbaâs family. You were dreading this for the longest time. You stood outside this abandoned theme park with Leatherface, visibly shaking
âMaybe we should just turn back. Theyâre not gonna like me.â You squeaked
Your boyfriend made a grunt of disagreement, placing a large paw on your shoulder. You glanced down at it, before shyly meeting his gaze
âIâm scared, Bubba.â You uttered
Bubba attempted to comfort you with numerous pets and a small cuddle. He wished he could tell you how keen his brothers actually were to meet you. He had told them all about you
Bubba led you down into the quarters of the theme park in which they lived. The large space was littered with bright lights, skeletons and dust. It wasnât that badâŠ
As soon as Chop-Top Sawyer popped up to greet you, you were immediately hiding behind Bubba. You squeaked in fear and pressed flush against his back. Chop-Top couldnât take a hint, moving around his brother to get a look at you
âThis them, Bubba? This yer little friend?â He crooned
Bubba nodded his head, carefully pulling you out from behind him by your waist and setting you next to him. Chop-Topâs wide blue eyes and insane grin made you hug your boyfriendâs arm tight
âHiâŠâ you peeped shyly
Chop-Top was loud and boisterous as ever, crudely complimenting you on how good looking you were. Of course, you had no idea how to respond, face red and pressing against Bubbaâs arm. As different as you were to this man, he wasnât the one you were afraid of the most. It was their oldest brother, Drayton, that you were anxious to impress
Drayton emerged from the kitchen with a surprised look on his face. He couldnât believe that you were here. In fact, he couldnât believe that you were actually real. For all he knew, Bubba was lying about this imaginary partner of his for the past few months
Drayton felt threatened by you at first, and protective of his baby brother. But once he found how shy and quiet you were, he let his guard down. He was actually quite glad Bubba found you instead of some hussy or whore
You stayed for dinner, where you met grandpa. You liked him. Mostly because he didnât talk to you but that was beside the point. You barely said anything at all really, making Drayton eye you suspiciously. He liked quiet people. So were you just too good to be true?
After dinner, you stayed back to spend some alone time with Bubba. But just before you were to leave for the night, you popped into the kitchen. It took a lot of courage, but you offered to help Drayton with the dishes. He looked beyond shocked, like he couldnât believe such kind words came out of your mouth
Bubba watched from afar as you and his brother silently washed dishes together. Just as you thought it was going to get awkward, Drayton turned to you and said something that warmed your faint heart
âIâm glad Bubba brought you home.â
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a/n: this prompt with poe is so soft and warm it's actually melting my heart. i'm a massive sucker for someone taking care of the person they love in such a simple way like this. it's short and more of a drabble, but i really enjoyed bringing some softness to this man. i always seem to put him in angsty situations, so he deserves this.
summary: "he was with you. the person he longed to be around. whoâs smile made him smile, and whoâs laugh made him laugh. rather than looking for a quick escape, he found himself hoping that the mission would take even longer."
word count: 1k+
pairing: poe dameron x reader
warnings: not explicit, soft poe, flirting, fluffiness, poe dameron being hopelessly head over heels.
Squinting against the bright light of the sun, you traversed your way through the field, trying to catch up to the group ahead. It was a simple mission. Head out to a planet, find whoever was willing to trade shitty x-wing parts for something far better, and get back before dinner. Really it was more a quick vacation than anything elseâa chance to get away from the chaos that your lives had become.
Poe shifted, checking to see exactly where you both had ended up in the hour youâd been walking. Itâs not that you were lost. You were simply exploring. Or at leastâŠthatâs how Poe put it. You however had been keeping track of the different paths youâd taken, making sure to mark on your map where exactly you had to backtrack to get where you needed.
He sighed for the tenth time, scrubbing a hand down his face, his brows pulling together with frustration. It was clear that getting back to base before dinner wasnât a possibility. Which meant you would have to find a place here amidst the greenery and gorgeous landscape.
You didnât mind the idea much. However you couldnât necessarily say the same for Poe.
âSo where exactly are we?â you asked, trying to comprehend the bits and pieces of the foreign language. Growing up in the galaxy meant you knew more than your fair share, but sometimes it was hard to learn it all.
âWho the fuck knows,â he muttered, turning to look at yet another green hill. It looked identical to the last five you passed.
âItâs getting late.â
He nodded. âThink we can make it back to the ship tonight?â
There was a possibility of that happening if you turned back now, but you could see the sun begin its descent into the horizon, the day coming quickly to a close. The planet was known for housing less than lethal life forms, which made the idea of camping outside that much more appealing. You slept in a tiny bunk back at the base. Barely enough room to stretch out your legs before you hit the wall beside youâthe open space around you felt like a damn gift compared to that.
âWe should find a closed off area,â you suggested, remembering the many times you were forced to sleep outside whilst on a mission.
âLead the way.â
He traipsed along behind you, eyes stuck to your surroundings in case of danger, and you didnât do anything to interfere. You understood he wouldnât feel safe sleeping on an unknown planet unless he was sure nothing bad was to happen. If he was alone he wouldnât take precautions. But that was the difference. You stood beside him, untarnished by the tragedy of war. Beautiful like the summer flowers his mother used to pick on Yavin 4.
âThe map says it shouldnât be that much father,â you said in the hopes that it would offer some reprieve from how disappointing this whole mission was.
âThatâs fine,â he mumbled, catching a glimpse of how the sunset enshrouded your face, creating a glow across you that nearly punched the breath from his lungs.
If he were with anyone else on this mission he would have been irritated. Beyond that probably. He could have seen himself trying to contact Leia from where you were, asking for a transport back, but he wasnât with anyone else. He was with you. The person he longed to be around. Whoâs smile made him smile, and whoâs laugh made him laugh. Rather than looking for a quick escape, he found himself hoping that the mission would take even longer.
âIâm sorry about all this.â Poe felt his heart begin to sink, matching the movement of the sun. âI know itâs taking too much time. I swear I thought I read the map right.â
His pace faltered until he found himself stopping altogether, hand reaching for your arm to turn you. âWhy are you apologizing?â
You sighed. âI justâŠI know how irritating all of this can be.â
âSunshineââ
âAnd I know you have other important things to do for the Resistance.â You turned, running a hand across your forehead. âI could have asked Finn to come with me instead. Or anyone else. But IâŠI likeâŠâ
Poe stepped forward so quickly his boot nearly got caught on a small hole in the ground. âYou like?â
Another long breath left you, eyes shifting up to finally catch him in your gaze. âI like your company.â
He felt the start of a smirk and tried to tamp it down, but there was no use. âMy company huh?â
âDonât get cocky flyboy. Youâre not the worst person to be around.â
He was way past cocky at that point. Your words filled him with a warmth that sent his heart racing so hard it nearly stopped altogether. But you looked nervous. As if the words had been bottled up for so long you felt wary about heaven bringing them out into the open. You were unprepared for his smile, for his hand to reach out and pick a piece of grass out of your hair, only to use that to drag you even closer.
âI know Iâm not,â he said softly, grunting when you lightly punched him in the chest. âJust been waiting for you to say it out loud.â
âYouâre such a pain in the assââ Tugging yourself away, you were ready to throw another meaningless curse at him, but Poe had solidified his plans long before you began to admit your feelings.
His lips caught yours in a kiss, effectively silencing you and stopping your movements. You felt a rush of dizziness go up to your head, a soft sound of contentment falling from your mouth into his. And Poe felt his entire being light up. Pulling you closer, he clutched at you tightly, hands sliding to your back and breath washing across your face.
âIâm glad Iâm here with you,â he breathed against your cheek, nose nudging against yoursâwaiting eagerly for you to smile and pulling him back into a searing kiss he longed to drown in.
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âthe blue in your eyesâ â new beginnings chapter IV
PAIRING: stepdad!soft!rafe cameron x mom!reader
WARNINGS: n/a
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Itâs been over one week since Sage joined Rafeâs class. You've noticed the big increase in her happiness; she comes home with a big grin gracing her face, and she proudly shows you her art pieces and small arithmetic and alphabet assignments she did with a huge good star adorning almost each one of them.
âMamma look, Fafe gave me a star!â She would tell you, jumping around as you look at the star, along with the âvery well done!â written next to it.
Youâre on your way to pick her up from the school, after finishing up with your own work. As you walk inside the school, you notice Rafe, Sage, and the rest of her classmates sitting in the grass in a circle. You can hear the little children giggling and Rafe laughing along with them. You can't help but smile at the sight; watching Rafe being extremely sweet with the children, always praising them when they do the little things right.
âOkay Sage itâs your turn,â Rafe smiles, handing her a football. âWhat do you love most?â
âMy mamma!â She says, without hesitating even for a second. You softly gasp as you hear those words come from her mouth, deciding to stay here just for a moment more to see how this conversation unfolds.
âAnd what do you love about her?â Rafe asks her next, the smile still tugging on the corners of Rafeâs lips.
âShe is pretty,â Sage sighs. âand she makes me happy.â
Hearing Sage not only call you pretty, but say you make her happy has tears pricking your eyes quickly. A soft smile takes over your face as you watch how Sage glows talking about you, her sweet grin never leaving her, and her little pigtails bouncing when she nods her head. These are the moments when you realize how lucky you are to have Sage in your life.
In the next few minutes Rafe wraps up the class and more parents appear to pick up their children. As Sage spots you, she comes rushing you and clutches onto your legs, hugging them tightly.
âHey baby,â you smile, bending down to her level as you press a kiss to her cheek. âDid you have a good day?â
She looks up at you and nods her head, a grin on her face. Although you can see sheâs feeling tired, her eyes droopy and yawns escaping her lips. âGood day,â she smiles at you, and hugs you. You hug her back, his head nuzzling in your neck. You laugh as you pick her up, her resting on your hip. Just as you get up, you see Rafe looking at you from a distance. You can't help but smile at him, and he waves at you.
A few seconds pass and youâre still looking at him, a smile persistent on your face. Sageâs body relaxes in your arms, and you see sheâs almost asleep. You give Rafe a small nod of your head and walk back to where your car is parked.
You set Sage in her car seat, her now being completely asleep. As you close her door, you turn around to see Rafe walking to you.
âHey,â you smile at him as he approaches you.
âHi,â he says back, a similar smile on his face. You take a moment to look in his bright blue eyes, the light shining on them to make them seem even brighter than usual.
He takes a look into the car window, seeing the small resting body of Sage. âSheâs very smart, you know? And a bright ray of sunshine,â he says, smiling fondly at her.
âI wouldnât doubt that, she absolutely adores you,â I say. âShe comes back home each day with a huge smile on her face,â I sigh, my smile not leaving my face.
âShe is just⊠such a beautiful addition to the class,â Rafe says softly. A moment of silence passes over you two as you steal a glance at Sage in your car, her resting deeply in her seat. The cotton floss clouds slowly shift in the sky, small streaks of golden, hazy sunlight falling on you two.
Just for a second, you see the sunlight strike across Rafeâs eyes, and they seem a brighter blue than usual. Not the usual navy blue, but a sapphire blue instead; the pupil seeming even darker. Your own eyes almost widen at the ethereal sight; it seems as if his eyes just changed colors.
âUh y/n?â Rafe calls softly. You blink yourself out of your daze and let a small smile grace your face, noticing how the sunrays arenât falling across his eyes anymore and theyâve returned to their usual dark blue.
âYeah?â
âNothing, you just seemed a little lost there⊠is everything alright?â He asks, furrowing his brows a little.
And it happens again.
The sunlight falls, and the electric blue appears again. But you try your best to not distract yourself much from it.
âYeah yeah,â you say, âeverythingâs alright,â
Silence falls over you two again, but itâs short lived before Rafe speaks again.
âListen I uh⊠I wanted to ask you something,â Rafe says. You tilt your head slightly, your brows furrowed slightly.
âHm?â You hum, wanting him to continue.
He seems to be fumbling with his words, not knowing what to say as his gaze refuses to meet yours, his eyes looking everywhere but at you.
âI was wondering ifâŠâ he takes a deep breath, and you notice his hands are at his back, and your first intuition is that heâs probably fiddling with his fingers the way he seems so flustered. âI was wondering if youâd like to grab some coffee with me sometimeâŠâ He says, and his voice fades by the end of the sentence, the words dissolving in the air around you.
The creases in your forehead relax and your eyes widen slightly as you process the words.
You and Rafe. Out for coffee. That sounds like a dateâŠ
âI mean, we donât have to have coffee, we can go to some other place if thatâs more of your thingâŠâ he rambles. âWe donât even have to go to some food place, we can go for uh⊠movies and such, or uh⊠an art museum maybeâŠâ
You canât help but softly smile at him. His cheeks tinted with a light pink as he rambles on, listing possible locations of where you can go as his gaze refuses to meet yours. It feels as if youâre a teenager, your first crush asking you out.
âRafe,â you say softly, and he looks up at you. âThe offer is beautiful butâŠâ you take a deep breath, âare you sure itâs okay for you to go out for coffee with a⊠a parent?â
âOf course it is,â he says almost immediately. âDonât think of me as your childâs teacher I just⊠I would love to get to know you better,â
You canât help but smile at his words. The idea sounds quite nice to you, not to mention how Rafe has caught your eye since you first ever saw him.
Since you ended your marriage, you were busy with raising Sage, leaving you no time to put yourself out there for dating whatsoever. You barely even had time to even make a simple conversation with someone, seeing how you were always busy with either taking care of Sage or your own job.
But this? It feels right.
âThen itâs okay,â you say. âIâll love to have some coffee with you,â
You can see how Rafeâs eyes light up; metaphorically and literally as the sunlight strikes against them and they turn the sharp electric blue, but itâs only momentary. His lips pull into a grin and he nods at you. âSounds wonderful,â he says softly.
You acknowledge him with a nod of your own head, and pass on a smile.
This is good. This feels good.
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youâre always gonna be mine â§
request : âhello! could you please write something where peter is telling reader how he no longer remembers when he last called reader by her name bc heâs constantly using pet names and itâs all about young love and itâs just đ„șâ
synopsis : late nights with peter never failed to put your heart at ease at the end of each long day. all your worries and doubts seem to disappear in his presence, including your fears about first loves (and first heartbreaks).
pairing : peter parker x reader
wc : 772
warnings : nothing worth warning ! mostly fluff, and the tiniest bit of angst if you squint ! + normal sized text below !
a/n : hii <3 itâs been so longgggg, i hope this fic makes you smile as much as it did for me ! would love to thank @strawberrystarcake, my beloved sister for the summary <;3 this and @parkerpeter24 + @toms-gf for encouraging me throughout the process and giving me their opinions (love you guyss) đ this was a request from my old blog that i only ended up writing now :â)
ârandom thought, but i honestly donât remember when i started calling you babe instead of your name.â peter blurts out, seemingly out of nowhere.
it was late at night, you two were all snuggled up in bed, your head rested atop his chest, just about to take a well deserved good nightâs rest. right now, heâs unbelievably adorable though. his eyes were halfway closed, his heartbeat steady, and he sported a soft smile on his face that you couldnât help but return.
you two were basically tangled together, your right hand holding his right, your left gently playing with his hair.
âmm, i can relate. though, i do prefer using lovebug for you.â you smile, removing your hand from his hair and focusing your attention on playing with his hands instead.
âspiders arenât technically bugs though, theyâre arachnids.â he says, earning an eye roll from you.
âshut up.â you chuckled, causing his already present smile to widen.
âbut, in all seriousness, i do love that pet name.â
 âin all seriousness, iâm pretty sure that youâll love anything i say.â you half joke, though, itâs honestly somewhat true.
âyouâre right. itâs sort of concerning at this point.â he laughs softly. âwait a sec⊠is that my shirt?â
âyou mean our shirt? yes.â you respond, a proud look on your face.
âwell, it looks lovely on you, way better than it does on me.â he looks at you with pure admiration.
moments with peter like this were rare, and so you treasured them. moments of relaxation and peace, it seemed as if the world had gotten in the way of you and peter up until this point.
and you were scared.
scared that, it was some sort of sign. people say young loveâs a loss or a lesson for a reason. but somewhere in you, you knew (hoped) that you two would be the exception. but being like this, with peter was what took all your doubt away, and where the doubt was, it was replaced with all the love you could ever give and hope for.
this, is where you always wanted to be. this is what you always wanted to feel.
a moment of silence followed, comfortable silence. just enjoying each otherâs presense. god, you loved this.
âi love you.â you say, breaking the silence.
peter leans in, giving you a kiss on your forehead as he whispers, âi love you too. more than i could ever express with words.â
âyouâre actually perfect.â you smile, gently tapping the tip of his nose, immediately causing a flush of bright pink to spread throughout his face. âmy everything.â you add.
âyou, my princess, are my entire world.âÂ
you look down, causing a look of concern on peterâs face, âdo you ever get scared?â you sigh, looking up, straight into his eyes.
âscared ofâŠ?â
âi dont know, just, this, all of this, going away?â you mumbled softly, but peter heard you, and most importantly, he understood you.
âwell, if iâm being honest? yes. sometimes i am scared. iâm afraid that weâll lose what we have because i feel like i have everything i need, here, with me, and the thought of losing it all? terrifying. but, i think that weâre,,, timeless in a way.â
âtimeless?â
 âtimeless. i almost feel like, no matter what happens, weâre intertwined. i like to think that, at least. like, no matter what timeline, no matter how many years back or in the future, no matter the universe,â he chuckles softly, âyouâre still mine and iâm still yours. i dont think that any possible version of me wouldnât have fallen for you and i think you still wouldve fallen for me too. i mean, who wouldnt?â you giggled at that, softly hitting his arm.
âi guess those thoughts give me comfort, assurance, almost. âcause it tells me that, this,â he tightens his grip on your hands, âwhat we have, is something unbreakable and meant to be. besides, iâm not planning on leaving you anytime soon.â he shoots you a wink, which, you honestly found cute.
âyâknow what? i donât think i have much to worry about anymore.â you say slowly, looking up from peterâs chest to get a look of his face. the sight of his messy curls and skin illuminated by the moonlight from your window made your heart melt.
âoh?â he grins, making eye contact with you. âyeah, not when i have you. you always know what to say. and⊠youâre right, you still wouldâve turned my head.â
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Yo! It's me! I was wondering if I could request Ruggie, Idia, Riddle, and Malleus with a significant other who fights people for just breathing in their direction. Like Crowley opens his mouth and their already like "SHUT UP!" And throws chairs at people. I think the comedic potential for this is exponential
⧠alla stocatta (this chair)!
note: this is such a funny fucking concept LMFAOđ gremlin MC agenda has gotta be my fucking fave they have the power to be so unhinged and i live for it also not proofread because it's low-key 12 am BUT. it's readable so-
characters: ruggie, idia, riddle, malleus
people who reblogged here is a special heart and a kith y'all do the most and ily đ
⥠RUGGIE
ruggie finds it both amusing and kind of intimidating (and kinda hot but he'll die before he admits this yk) how you literally defend his honour (even when it doesn't necessarily need to be defended) but is he complaining? fuck no!Â
half the time he is laughing and the other half is him cheering you on and maybe even encouraging you to do something just a little overboard (nothing that will get you into trouble, and if it does he's usually happy to take the blame)Â
the first time he witnessed you literally throwing your broom at leona in joint flight class because he wouldn't stop bitching to ruggie was just about the most hilarious fucking thing he's ever seen and oh- there he goes falling off because he couldn't stop laughing (he stops when you catch him and ask if he's okay though - this mf may think he's slick but is literally reduced to a blubbering mess once he finds himself in a position considered a little too intimate with you)Â
the second time he saw you trip someone up because they looked at him wrong, and your silly, sly self simply gave them the most unimpressed look you could muster with a "watch where you're going"Â
the hyena was too stunned to speak đź no but seriously he found that both hilarious (as always) and admirable because holy shit, you did it so nonchalantly and it looked so fucking cool- he questions how he was even able to pull you (dw ruggie, you've got rizz!)Â
he absolutely loves when you stand up for him for more serious stuff though, like if someone's insulting him for his status or for having to work etc. because your no-bullshit attitude actually works so well? you just casually throw a chair at the mf even daring to look at him and his heart goes âšâšâš all the while he's laughing and cheering you on from the sidelines.Â
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⥠IDIA
at first, idia is fucking terrified! bro is borderline crashing because how the fuck did you have the strength to haul that heavy ass cauldron at the person making a snide remark about him? he was going to say he's NEVER coming to class again but after this, he changes his mind so quick
like, you looked so badass doing that? the savannaclaw loser who tried insulting him barely got two words out and you just- oh wow! he just got the "in love" status applied to him again!Â
nah but fr he is literally fucking grinning as he stares at the poor, poor fool laying on the ground and is so fucking smug about it too!Â
"that was an ez no scope, didn't even have to be 360 lol'
"idia ily but what"
"it's a roundabout way of saying this bozo stood no chance, you pulled up on him too quick lmao"
at first, he is a bit concerned that you might end up in trouble with someone for doing all this but . . . yk, his money speaks for itself and if something does ever happen covering up wouldn't be too hard so he lets you do as you please
this hades-rapunzel secret love child thinks its low-key hot too, but he'll never admit it and he literally turns bright fucking pink anytime he even thinks this. you tried prying the answer out before, but he pulled out his secret trump card - fainting on you so he wouldn't have to say a thing
idia is another mf to absolutely egg you on as you cause some more chaos, it's getting to the point ortho had to warn you of nearly breaking someone's arm before you stopped. idia was just standing there, the most villainous, evil grin to have ever graced his face; "no, no! let them cook!"
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⥠RIDDLE
riddle. fucking. FAINTS!Â
he was NOT ready for that strawberry tart to end up lodged down someone's throat as you victoriously shrugged your shoulders with a "what? they had it coming."
"oh great heavens what have you- where is the decorum? what could have possibly compelled you to-" aaaaaaaand man's down!
when he awakes, he's frantically shaking your shoulders and asking why you would even think that nearly suffocating someone (not really, you pushed the tart far enough they could swallow) was appropriateÂ
but let me tell you, when he hears it was because they've insulted him and brought his mother into it, he low-key feels light headed and oh wow his cheeks are getting pretty warm huh?Â
riddle, in his own spiteful way, actually doesn't probe you on this any longer and makes you promise that you won't do this in his vicinity again
you of course, nod along. you won't do it in his vicinity, but will be perfectly fine exacting your revenge straight after he's out of sight
when you actually end up having a . . . a chair duel. yes, he read that right. (he wasn't about to even question how that came about but nontheless) he ends up both impressed at you exploiting a loophole you've found within his statement and at the fact the person you've just beaten (both literally and figuratively) is miserably sitting on the floor apologising for giving riddle the wrong look at 12:34 AM on the 3rd of march. very specificÂ
riddle doesn't even chastise you for this one, he is exasperated but does actually pull you away from the scene and thanks you for defending him. this time, he makes you promise to resolve your fights for him verbally, but he won't be stopping you from this point on (it's because he doesn't want to and enjoys you standing up for him)
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⥠MALLEUS
the student walking away from malleus makes him feel a bit bad. so naturally, to remedy this, you end up shouting at them! now they're backing away from you instead, isn't this the meaning of true love? (no)
this silly little very capable of looking after himself fae is fucking over the moon! absolutely smitten! completely in love! when you come to defend him and angrily shout at people for not treating him like a being worthy of respect and love.
he low-key debates proposing to you on the spot after you also somehow manage to get a student to apologize to him for fearing him for no good reason! he appreciates the sentiment and you caring for his well being, isn't that basically marriage already? no? he'd like to digress immediately
malleus does get a bit concerned when things get physical, not that he doesn't trust you to take care of yourself or anything but he worries that you might end up hurt. oh, did you think he'd care for the person you're fighting? or you getting in trouble? nah, he could literally BBQ anyone who even dared harm you anyway and if crowley even thought to step in, he'd soon be reconsidering because he doesn't want to end up an elaborate crow dish
however, on the occasion that you do outsmart your opponent (aka the savannaclaw student who just rolled his eyes at the dragon fae) he feels hella proud and is very amused at your antics. i mean, the way you just psychologically destroyed the fool in front of you for their comment on malleus not even being that good at magift is very sure to leave them questioning why they even bothered coming out the womb for the rest of their life.Â
he is another one that finds it low-key đłđłđł like damn, did you always look this badass when flipping someone off for even breathing wrong near him? sane thoughts just weren't made for malleus
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