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hysteria-things · 3 months

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can you do a nate fluff w/ some smut where it's him and the triplets little sister and theyre dating and he keeps wanting to be close to her in but they're in a video so he has to wait and the fans notice when the video comes out? this wasn't specific at all so sorry 😭

SNEAK AWAY (part one)

read part two here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: soft dom!nate x sls!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: six of you are on a trip in hawaii! the only downside is that your triplet brothers don’t know you’re dating their best friend.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, FLUFF, swearing, praising

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,208

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i need this man (biblically)

ALSO i have not forgotten about promise it’ll be continued i just want to get through some of my inbox first!

hawaii is a beautiful place. you truly never want to leave.

this trip is for madi’s eighteenth birthday, and you were practically begged to come. not only you, but nate came along, too.

the thing about nate is that you’re in love with him. literally.

you guys have been dating for roughly seven months, and nobody knows about it. it’s only a thing between you and him.

it genuinely feels nice for it to be you and his thing, but it does get annoying because you have to sneak around.

personally, you wouldn’t mind if your brothers never found out. they can’t kill you, but they will hawk nate and kill him.

glancing around the store, you fidget with the straps of your tank top. “nate, come on.”

he glances at you and then back at the condom boxes. the triplets are vlogging the trip thus far, and you guys walked away to come over to this section.

“nathan.”

he sighs, grabbing a box. “you worry about them too much, baby. we’re fine.”

“they can turn down one of these aisles any second and we’ll be busted.” you whisper-yell, pointing around the store.

he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your cheek. “they’re loud. i’m sure we’ll hear them coming before something bad happens.”

he continues to look at you and smiles.

you cross your arms, bumping a hip out. “what?”

“you’re cute when you’re mad.” he takes his finger and flicks it under your chin before the two of you walk over to the counter and place the condoms on it. you’re still looking around, but there are no same-faced people in sight.

the woman working eyes the both of you, a subtle smirk on her face before scanning the box and putting it in a bag.

he pays for it, and just as you guys turn around you hear voices. “hey guys.” nick greets, looking down at the bag. “what’d you get?”

“some deodorant. i forgot mine at home.” nate answers, nudging your arm softly.

the man-children are recording themselves playing with a ball in an open grass area by the hotel, you and madi watching them from afar. you sigh annoyingly, looking down at your watch.

“i’m going to go up to the room,” you yell, cupping your hands around your mouth so they can hear. they stop playing, focusing now on you. “need to go to the bathroom.”

they give you the okay, and before you know it you’re walking into the hotel suite.

you scroll on your phone, a few minutes passing by before the door opens. you grin widely, nate shutting the door behind him.

he comes over to you and snakes his arms around your waist to pull you close. “i missed you.”

you giggle. “you just saw me.”

sighing, he pulls you into a kiss. the way your mouths move in sync has you craving more. this is the first time you guys are alone, let alone a kiss that’s not a millisecond long.

he pulls away and lifts you, your legs dangling on his sides so he can take you to the bed he’s sharing with chris.

sorry in advance, chris.

he lays you down, kissing your jaw before taking off your shorts. “how much time do you think we have?” you ask.

he shrugs. “like i said before, they’re loud. we’ll hear them coming.”

you blush at his boston accent, one much stronger than yours and your brother’s. even though you’ve heard him talk a hundred times, it’ll always make your heart flutter.

he leaves wet kisses up your chest and neck while he pulls down his bottoms. his kisses finalize on your lips. “i love you a lot.”

you bite your lip, smiling. “i love you too.”

he reaches into the plastic bag he put on the nightstand and grabs the condom box. he rips off one of them and opens it, putting it on when he throws the wrapper somewhere on the ground.

your hands run along his back as he starts to thrust into you, low moans leaving your body.

nate’s thrusts are soft and slow, but it feels more intimate and comforting. you hate the phrase ‘making love’, but it seems like you’re doing just that.

he leans down to kiss you passionately again, his hands flat next to your head. he pulls away, his nose rubbing against yours.

breathing heavily, he moves his hips at a medium pace, going deeper inside of you and just about hitting your g-spot.

your sounds are more high-pitched now, with some profanities flowing through the air as well.

“na—” you begin but get cut off by a gasp once that spot is hit. you throw your head back and arch, balling your hands up to fists. “oh my god.”

“wait just a second, okay?” he rasps out, followed by a groan of his own. “you’re so fucking pretty.”

he hits inside you harder since he’s close to his orgasm and you whimper at how good it feels.

“i’m cumming, baby,” he says before jutting his hips one last time and releasing into the condom.

one last moan and you’re spilling around him. he pulls out, laying on top of your chest as you guys breathe in sync. “imagine they walk in right now?” he jokes.

you slap him on the chest. “better knock on wood, nathan, or we’re going to have some serious issues.”

madi’s birthday rolls around the next day, and it’s the late morning as you guys sit on the couch. your legs are crisscrossed as madi is on her knees.

the four boys are doing some activities outside before all of you go out later for birthday dinner, but you girls want to stay inside in the cool air.

face masks are on your faces, still dressed in pajamas as you guys also paint your nails. “i’m so happy to have another girl around. growing up with four older brothers was not easy.”

she looks up from her painting and gives you a toothy smile before she clears her throat. “can i ask you something?”

“sure.”

“are you sleeping with nate?”

you pause mid-stroke, now looking at the girl across from you.

you chuckle nervously, putting the brush back into the polish. “why do you ask?”

“by the way he ran after you yesterday when you were going back to the room, i knew something was up.”

you hesitate, but you have to tell at least one person. madi you can trust with anything. “not… entirely.”

“what?” her eyes bulge out of her sockets, not expecting you to admit it. “are you like in love with him or something?”

you try to hide your smile, but your face turning beat red gives you away.

her mouth hangs open. “no. way.”

“we’re dating.” you start. “we have been for about seven months. we started talking on my birthday last year, and it escalated from there.”

“omg!” she squeals. “this is the best birthday gift i’ve ever received and it doesn’t even involve me.”

you laugh. “please don’t tell my brothers. they’ll have a heart attack if they find out.”

she zips her lips and throws the key. “my lips are sealed, unlike your le—”

“quit it.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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alexander-arcturus-black-lupin · 4 months

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Spencer's home

Spencer finally comes home

It's fluffy but it turns smutty (idek if i posted this alr but 🤷🏾‍♀️what can a girl do when she's going to school in 2 days

When Spencer Reid arrived home from his work trip, Y/N was waiting eagerly. As soon as he entered the apartment, she jumped up and wrapped her arms around him, beaming with joy.

She had missed him so much and wanted to spend time with him. After catching up and discussing his trip, they decided to spend the night cuddling and after dinner.

Y/N had always been fascinated by Spencer’s intellect, and she loved the way his mind worked. She loved the feeling of being able to have conversations with him that were so deep and meaningful.

As they snuggled up on the couch, Spencer ran his fingers through Y/N's hair as they talked about the world and their lives. They talked about their dreams and their future, and Spencer made Y/N feel like anything was possible. They shared a few kisses which turned into more than just that.

Y/N knew it was time to go to sleep. She looked over at Spencer and smiled, feeling so grateful that they had each other. As she drifted off to sleep, smiled at nerdy boyfriend.

After a week, Spencer finally came home; he was with his team on a manhunt for a sociopathic criminal. But you didn’t care, all that you cared about was that he was home. He came around 6 surprising you with a bouquet of flowers. He showered and had dinner with you, before you both went to bed.

He was fast asleep. Spencer was adorable when he slept. His eyes would flutter ever so slightly, his lips would pout and he was extremely clingy holding onto you throughout the night. It was one of the inadvertently cute things he did that made you fall harder.

She noticed the light bags under his eyes. How his grip on her wasn't as tight. Y/N felt a piece of her heart break for Spencer as she looked at him. She missed him, her heart missed him and so did her body.

She moved closer to him and gently caressed his cheek. His skin felt so smooth and inviting. She would let him sleep, he needed it.

She turned away from him and snuggled closer. But that didn't sate the burning between her legs. She tried to press both her legs together but that didn't work.

Spencer slowly woke up, the first thing he noticed was the beautiful shape of the woman he was holding. Two, there was something wrong with the woman he was holding.

"Y/n baby what's wrong,"

“Nothing Spence just bad dreams”

Spencer truly was tired from his job but he was able to pick up your lie. He knew you were lying. “Baby have you slept and don’t lie to me you’re a terrible liar?” you stay silent. Spencer kneels over you and turns you to look at him.

“Are you mad at me, did I-” you sit up and cradle his face in your hands.

“Spencer no, nothing is your fault,” you leaned in and kissed him deeply, feeling a spark of electricity between them. Spencer reacted with a passionate kiss of his own.

“Then what’s wrong, are you uncomfortable?”

“No, I’m horny” Spencer’s eyebrows raised in shock, a smile tugged at his lips.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you’re tired Spence, I doubt you’ve had a proper meal before today, the bags under your eyes, how you basically slouched into bed.” you shake your head. “I love you Spencer, and just as how you put me before you, I put you before me.”

Spencer smiled, he leaned in and kissed you, his left hand slipping from your cheek gripping the back of your neck.

“You are my wife, it is my job to sate your every need,” Spencer’s other hand pulled your pyjama bottoms off in one fell swoop.

Y/N gasped as Spencer’s fingers plunged right into you with no warning.

“Look how wet you are, all for me,” Spencer slipped out and twisted your nub. “And only me”

His touch felt like a searing flame, setting your body on fire. His hands worked their way down your curves, igniting a spark of pleasure in her. She moaned in pleasure as his hands moved lower, caressing her thighs and hips in a slow, sensuous rhythm.

Spencer moved forward, his body pressing against hers. She could feel his hardness against her and her breath caught in her throat. Spencer moved his lips against hers, his tongue exploring her mouth in a passionate kiss.

Y/N moaned in pleasure as Spencer's fingers drove her mad. His touch was gentle and teasing, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned as she felt herself clench around him.

“Fuck, I can feel you coming,” As the waves of pleasure intensified, Y/N let out a loud moan that echoed throughout the room as she came apart. But Spencer wasn’t done. Oh no not in the slightest.

He kissed you hard as he undoes his pants. “I missed you y/n, I missed being inside you” and with that he aligns himself, he enters you slowly filling you up immediately.

“Mmhm, i missed this,” His pace increases sending all thoughts out the window.

“Spencer”

“Yes, oh fuck…”

“Faster…”

And the faster he went, he always made you cum first and now was no different. Spencer leans down and leaves hickeys down your throat. He takes a nipple in his mouth and bites down.

“Fuck,” an invisible coil that had been tightening up immediately springs out. Spencer kisses me swallowing my screams. As the pleasure began to subside, Y/N and Spencer lay together, panting in exhaustion. She felt completely content in his embrace, her body still quivering from the intense pleasure.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't ever lie about your needs to me, if you ever just wanna ride me till sunrise, tell me okay?"

"Yeah okay," She paused. "Spencer?"

"Yeah,"

"I wanna ride you till sunrise," she felt him chuckle against her neck sending hairs rising.

"Your wish is my command," Spencer flipped us over, placing me on top. "Tell me in detail what you what sunshine"

"I-i" Spencer sat up and kissed her, his hands beneath him.

"Words sunshine, use your words," Spencer moved down her throat. "Although your moans are beautiful,"

"I- I want you to uhm, do what you're doing earlier," Spencer chuckled.

"Whic part?"

"The kissing and um thumbing around here," she gestured around her chest. Spencer smirked.

"What else?"

"Um I want you to um use your fingers, down there," Spencer nodded slowly rubbing her hips with his fingers.

"Is that it?"

"Mhmm,"

Spencer leaned in and kissed her sending her brain spiralling, he kissed down her neck as his other hand made its way down.

"Goodnight baby."

" 'night Spence love you to the ends of the universe."

"I love you to the ends of the universe AND back."

"You're such a dork."

"Your dork. The one you love, and married." he says casually flaunting his ring. You giggle.

"Yea my Dork."

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strawbsj · 3 months

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Counting sheep’s!

Pairings: G!p Soyeon x fem reader!

Warnings: Somno!! Unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your Willy), tit job, body worship,squirting, creampie, p in v and just smut. Lmk if I missed anything!!

Request

Word count: 1k-ish (?)

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As Soyeon stepped into your shared apartment, she appeared visibly exhausted and worn out. Her arms were full of bags, and her eyes were shadowed with dark circles. Her hair was messy, which was probably due to the headphones she had been wearing all day long to record their new song. She let out a deep sigh and walked towards you, seeking comfort.

You were enjoying a peaceful nap on the couch, waiting for your girlfriend Soyeon to arrive. You had challenged yourself to stay awake, but your head had unknowingly come to rest on the arm of the couch, and your body had settled in comfortably. Before you knew it, you had drifted off to sleep, counting sheep in your dreams.

As you lay there sleeping, Soyeon couldn't help but admire how beautiful you looked in your oversized white shirt. The way it draped over your curves and highlighted your feminine features was truly captivating. You were enveloped by a chill breeze as you lay still. Which caused your hardened nipples to poke out. Soyeons mouth watered at the sight, how could this cute face have such a sexy body? This was a question Soyeon always asked herself. Even now your peaceful sleeping face was the complete opposite of your gorgeous form.

Soyeon's body is overwhelmed by the exhaustion of the day and she is in desperate need of some stress relief at the moment. So when she looks down and sees the visible tent under her clothing. She is quick to have an idea of how to wash off the stress of the day. The best and most effective way!

And as a person who thinks mostly with their dick, she was quick to place her warm and wet muscle on one of your nipples over your shirt. Sucking and lapping them, and the other hand was roughly massaging your other pair. Even while in deep slumber you let out the dirtiest noises. Which never failed to make Soyeons length twitch inside her pants. A loud groan fell past her lips and her hand massaged your soft mound intensely. A wet spot formed on your white shirt over your sensitive buds from her saliva.

She felt bad for using you in your sleep, even tho you have told her many times that she can have you whenever she needs to. A low sorry came from her. “I’m sorry baby” she uttered while her mouth continued sucking on your nipple like a baby.

Her erection started to hurt and as much as she loved your breasts she needs to do something for down there. Luckily, your clothing was easy to discard. Or not really, she only had to slide your shirt over your breasts. A loud husky growl spilled from her lips. The sight in front of her straight from some pornography she watches in her studio, jerking off to the thought of you. Your bare tits and cunt, welcoming her.

With seconds all of her clothes were all over the floor, her cock swallowed by your warmth. Your brows furrowed and small whimper fell from your lips. To her luck you were a deep sleeper, It would take a lot of effort to wake you up. She wanted to be careful and gentle but the way your cunt was basically eating her made her hazy and mind filled with nothing but the tight suck of your pussy.

Her hips started rocking against yours, in a fast pace. Satisfied moans coming out of her lips. The fact that you were unconscious was more alluring to her. Your body on full use for her, her cock sliding in so deeply and smoothly inside your silky walls, the room spinning around her. Using you like her own personal fleshlight.You weren’t aware of the pleasure her cock was giving you but your body damn well was. It was like you weren’t awake but your body definitely was.

Clamping against her length with every thrust, or wetness increasing with every move of her hips against yours and in no time she let out a loud moan her semen filling you up. She fucked herself through orgasm and your unconscious mind gave your juices away.

She slid herself out of you, her body now having a new type of exhaustion, a good one, one full of satisfaction. Her body against yours, exchanging body warmth. Her hot breath fanning on the shell of your ear. Not long after she went and counted the sheeps with you.

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stonesylove · 4 months

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Just needed to get this idea out of my head, This is going to be a fic, i don't know how many part it would have but bear with me

oc female character and Tom Blyth (he wasn't that famous yet)

Summary: Alessandra and Tom met on a casual night out in Berlin while he's filming the prequel of the hunger games, both of them are down for a little three month affair but what if they want a little bit more.

social media au

A night out in Berlin pt.1

The night we met

Chapter 2

After a long day in set, Tom was too tired to do anything but he had made plans in the morning with Hunter and she was dying to go to this underground bar that all her Berlin friends had recommended to her, he wasn’t in the mood but at the same time he wanted to get loose and forget about all his responsibilities just for the night. Tom picked up his bag and his puffer jacket and walked out of his trailer ready to go to his hotel, have a shower and get ready, when he heard Hunter shouting “TOM I WILL PICK YOU UP AT 11 PM, ALL BLACK ATTIRE BABE” gaining some looks from the other people walking next to the trailers, he just looked at her and screamed okay.

Tom got into his hotel room then took his jacket, his shirt and his shoes to then throw himself to the bed and while laying down he pulled the phone out of his pocket to put an alarm for 10 pm and then proceeded to take a nap. Tom got up to shut his phone up and got up while feeling like he just slept for 5 minutes, quickly he got into the shower and got ready with an all black fit as Hunter told him to, he was about to brush his hair but then remembered that he had to go bald because of the film, although he hated it at least it had some perks. He was putting on some cologne when he heard someone knocking on his door.

He looked to his phone and saw that it was 11 pm, he opened the door and Hunter said“I promise you’re going to have so much fun” she said with the biggest smile.

They arrived to the club, for what he saw it was just dark with a bunch of colorful lights but it was a vibe, they started drinking and then they got up and started to dance. At some point of the night he was by himself dancing around people he didn’t know, the sound of the music was the only company he truly needed, of course he’ll catch up with Hunter at some point but for what matters right now it was just him moving to the sound of the music and the drink in his hand when he felt someone bumping into him, he turned around and saw a short brunette with a beautiful dress

“And tut mir leid” she said in German with a sorry look in her face, “I’m so sorry, I don’t speak German“ Tom answered with a confused looked.

“Me neither, so sorry for bumping into you” she said with a more cheerful tone to what Tom replied “Don’t worry, I’m Tom by the way”.

“Cute name, I’m Alessandra” she said taking his hand and starting to dance with him, Tom was completely surprise with the action but happy she took the first step.

The way she moved was all that Tom could’ve dream of and for what he saw under the colorful lights she had the face of an angel, she looked tan and maybe with dark brown eyes but he couldn’t tell. They danced for three songs and when the fourth was about to start, Tom got closer to her ear and asked her to go to a quieterplace.

Tom took her hand and started walking upfront to get the pair through the crowd and get to a table, Alessandra was happily walking and dancing while holding his hand, she thought that he was the first man in Berlin that she had met that was able to dance. After walking Tom found an empty table in a corner, it was perfect for them to have a conversation and maybe a kiss he thought.

“So Tom boy, what are you doing in Berlin because I’m almost sure you’re British” she said while taking a sit, she was wearing a leopard print dress showing her beautiful neck line and maybe a little bit more and he was ready to see what she was hiding underneath.

“Well yes, I’m British but you also have an accent, are you French or Italian?” Tom said while trying to sound sexy and getting a little bit closer to her.

“I’m Italian babe, so now that we know this vital information about each other can we kiss” Alessandra said while laughing, they both had a couple drinks and she knew she would never say that to a man if she hadn’t have that many red bull vodkas.

Tom got closer and stamped his lips on hers, the kiss was sloppy and lacked of coordination but it was the perfect kiss to start the night he thought, she had fuller lips and the way her hands were grabbing his neck as if she was holding for her life. When they both heard someone screaming “ALESSANDRA LETS GO”, she broke the kiss and said “Well that’s my call Tom boy” shrinking her shoulders and sliding herself to get out of the seat.

“Can I at least get your number” he said not knowing if this was a sober thought or just a drunk decision. “Follow me on Instagram grandpa, @ alessssa with four s” she screamed while walking away.

He quickly took his phone out of his pocket and he opened Instagram to look her up, he find her profile and took a screenshot of her page, of course he wouldn’t just follow her right off the bat, that was a decision he needed to make in a much better mental state.

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alessssa I saw Jesus in Berlin in a club I’ve never been

bbbianca: GET OVER THAT SONG BITCH

alessssa: I CAN’T 🙃

marco_o: qt

giuli_123: too hot for Berlin 🥵

alessssa: SO LETS MOVE OUT TO NYC BB

username1: sexiest woman alive

Tom Blyth started following you

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alittletaste · 1 year

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The one where Harry goes on a hike with his kids

Harry looked like a proper dad. His cheeks had a few days old stubble on them, his eyes were clouded with sleep but you could see the absolute adoration in them and he was also supporting some eye bags from the lack of sleep. But, he wouldn’t change it for anything, he loved his kids.

One of them was strapped to his chest, his baby girl, only 5 weeks old and already out on her first hike. Harry felt full of pride, holding his baby against his chest as his elder kids ran along the path of their hike. This was what life was about, enjoying these little moments of love and doing something fun.

He decided on taking the kids out for a nice walk whilst y/n got some rest, given birth only five weeks ago, dealing with postpartum and also having to now look after four kiddos was a lot. So Harry knew she deserved a break, time to get some shut-eye and some peace and quiet.

“Daddy! Look at this flower” Indi, Harry’s five-year-old, spoke. He held up a dandelion, which he picked from the path pointing it towards Harry. “It’s so pretty!”

“It sure is bub” Harry replied, taking ahold of Indi's other hand, making sure to keep him close by. “It’s called a dandelion”

“Is it called a dandelion because it’s yellow daddy? Like a lion?” Beau, Harry’s seven-year-old, asked. Stopping in his track to look back at his dad for an answer. He was Harry’s mini me, the exact same mannerism and hair.

“I’m not sure bud, but that’s a great way to look at it” Harry was attentive in the way he answered, smiling at his secondborn before turning to lean a kiss into his baby girl's hair, who now began to move under the strap. He could feel her reach her tiny hand up to grab at his jumper making him physically awe at her.

“Dad, shall we pick some of the dandelions for mum?” Harry’s oldest, Jude spoke. At just 10 years old, he was very mature for his age, doing whatever he could to make his parents happy. He also loved watching out for his younger siblings, spending his nights cooing at Stella, his baby sister.

“That’s a very good idea lovie” Harry smiled with pride again, “she’ll love it” as soon as the words left his mouth, the boys ran off, on a mission to find their mumma some dandelions. “Stay close though, yeah” he spoke rather loudly, earning a bunch of “yes daddy” from his little ones.

As Harry chuckled, he felt more movement on his chest, his hand goes to rub at Stella’s back as he looks down to see her wide little eyes staring back. “Oh hello you, hi” Harry whispered, leaning in to place another kiss on his daughter's head.

“Did I wake you, eh?” He asked and smiled when Stella made a grumpy face. “Daddy’s sorry bug, just need to make sure you cheeky brothers are safe” he spoke to the girl stuck to his chest, his eyes twinkling with love.

As he looked up, he saw all three boys coming towards him, each holding a bunch of flowers, waving them around happily. “There they are, your brothers” Harry smiled, taking in the sight of the beautiful winter sunset and his absolutely adorable little family. He truly couldn’t be happier.

a/n: was in my dad!Harry feels tonight, hope you all enjoyed this 🫶

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bethdutten · 1 year

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Frank looked through the scope of his gun, watching Billy talking on his phone outside a New York skyscraper. His finger was on the trigger, and it would be so easy to end it now.

But his family deserved more than Billy’s quick, simple demise. Frank planned on making the punishment fit the crime.

Billy ended his call, his eyes meeting someone’s in the crowd walking down Fifth Avenue. He smiled widely, his nose crinkling in that way Frank had only seen when Billy was really, truly happy. Frank moved the sight of the scope through the crowd, trying to spot what was making Billy smile like that, and—

He watched a beautiful girl make her way to Billy, a matching grin on her face. She had a bag from Bergdorf’s in one hand, the other resting delicately on her stomach. She couldn’t have been more than six months along.

As Billy pulled her into his arms and kissed her, Frank lowered his gun. This changed everything.

***

You let Billy take your bag from you, slipping his other hand in yours and leading you towards his driver parked around the corner. “How was lunch?”

“Good, I’m still craving cheeseburgers every second of every day. God, I’m going to be 300 pounds by the time this baby arrives.”

Billy chuckles, opening the car door and helping you get in comfortably. “And you’d still be the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

He caught you rolling your eyes before he closed the door, sliding in on the other side and letting the driver know you were headed home. Glancing over to you, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you subconsciously cradling your belly, looking out the window as you drove through the busy city streets.

Billy knew he didn’t deserve this. He thought of what he did to Frank’s family, for the millionth time that time, like he always did since he found out you were pregnant. The decisions he made were selfish and greedy. Purely for wealth and status, and he didn’t think twice about sacrificing Frank’s family for it.

Then he met you. And something shifted. And when you got pregnant, he made a promise to himself to make all of the death and destruction he has caused worth something. He would give his family the life they deserved, regardless of the one he didn’t.

You turned to him then, a soft sigh on your lips. “I met with a lawyer today.”

Billy raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Not even married and you’re already looking into divorce, hmm? Or is it a pre-nup you’re after?” He said it with a teasing tone, but you caught the hint of fear in his questions.

You laughed, leaning over and kissing him gently. “No, you won’t get rid of me that easily. I was actually looking into how we could make sure the baby isn’t registered with the state of New York when they’re born.”

“Why would—“

“Because of what you did and who you are, Billy. If there’s proof you have a kid, they’ll be a target. I think it’s better if, legally at least, we’re ghosts.” You looked at him expectantly, waiting to see his reaction. You didn’t take this lightly, and you didn’t want to offend him— but at the same time, Billy had told you every single thing he had ever done. You loved him no matter what. But now that a baby was involved, you were taking precautions.

Billy let out a shuttering breath. Fuck. He hadn’t even considered that. He ran a security company, your safety was never a concern. And he knew you could take care of yourself. But his kid— God, he was bringing a kid into a world where people were just waiting for him to slip up, looking for any weakness—

“Hey,” you spoke gently, reaching over and taking Billy’s hand. You rested it on your belly, waiting until his eyes met yours. “It’ll be fine. No one will protect us better than you, baby. I’m not worried, just being smart about it.”

Billy pulled you closer, tucking your head under his chin and slowly rubbing your belly, looking out the window as you got closer to your condo. His mind flashed back to Frank again, wondering if he was out there, waiting for the perfect chance to extract his revenge.

And Billy had just created the perfect way for him to do that. A family for a family.

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Safe Haven [Chapter Ten]

Pairing: Michael Kinsella x Fem!Reader Word Count: 5.9k [Series Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+ for this series; contains violence, drug use, domestic abuse, smut, hurt/comfort, angst, mutual pining, friends to lovers

a/n: Okay I didn't intend to get this written and edited so fast, but here it is. Please do not expect chapter 11 so soon because I know it won't be ready by tomorrow. BUT I hope y'all enjoy this one and I expect y'all will be screaming about something when you're done with it.... Feedback is always appreciated!

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Leaning against the kitchen table, your two packed bags of luggage sat at your feet. Your eyes were focused out of the window, waiting for the car you’d called to come bring you to Dublin Airport. It wasn’t even that long ago that you’d left that very same airport to come here, moving into your sister’s house. It certainly hadn’t taken you long to fuck this all up. This was the shortest stay you’d had anywhere, not even making it two whole weeks before you’d had to run.

Megan had no idea what was going on, either. You’d gotten up when she did early this morning to her surprise. You’d wanted to have a coffee with her one last time. Spend every last minute you could with her before she’d inevitably had to get ready and leave for her shift at the hospital. She’d left about a half an hour ago and you had called the car shortly after.

Eventually you spotted the black sedan rolling to a stop in the street just before Megan’s driveway. You sucked in a deep breath, holding it a moment before you sharply blew it out. Pushing off of the table, you turned and grabbed the handles of both of your bags. You dragged them both behind you as you made your way over to the front door, pausing to eye the house one last time. You could feel something clawing in your chest, begging you to stay, to send that car away, but you shoved it deep down.

You were doing this to keep everyone safe. There was no other way.

You unlocked the door, pulling it open and setting your bags just outside of it. The driver of the car stepped out, calling out a greeting to you. You sent him a wave and a tight smile before you closed Megan’s front door, locking it and hiding the key under a potted plant just beside it. Grabbing the handles of your luggage, you dragged them down the paved driveway towards the car. You wondered if Birdy was somewhere in her house right now, watching you with some sort of triumphant smile on her face.

“Beautiful day today, isn’ it?” the driver said as you neared.

It was a fucking awful day, actually.

Forcing another polite smile onto your face, you simply nodded. You pulled the bags around the front of the car, making your way to the trunk. The driver stepped towards you though, the movement causing you to pause.

“I can get those for ya, if ya’d like, miss?” he offered.

“It’s fine,” you answered. “Thank you, though.”

“Ahh, American, are ya?” he asked, his eyes lighting up at the realization.

“Yeah,” you replied.

You began dragging your luggage to the trunk, stepping aside as the driver hurried over to open it for you.

“Were ya just here on holiday then?” he asked.

You knew he was only trying to make polite conversation, but you truly were not in the mood to talk. All you wanted was to get this flight over with, settle into that little cottage in that small English town, and maybe get incredibly drunk on some wine to forget about literally everything.

“Something like that,” you muttered.

You bent down and picked up your first bag, hefting it up and into the trunk. Taking a moment, you situated it in the small space so that you’d have room for the second bag.

“Are ya sure ya don’t need some help?” the driver pressed again.

You paused, shooting him a look over your shoulder. “I’m going to be honest with you,” you began, tone flat. “I’m having a shitty day and I’m not really a chatter. I’m quite content to toss my own shit into the trunk of your car and have a quiet ride to the airport. Unless, of course, you want to watch me cry or scream? Because mentally that’s about where I’m at right now.”

The man stood there, his mouth gaping open at your words as he stared back at you. After the shock of your bluntness wore off, he quickly nodded.

“S-sorry,” he muttered.

You shrugged. “Just being honest,” you replied.

He gestured back towards the front of the car. “I’ll uh, I’ll just be waitin’ in the car then, when you’re ready,” he said.

You sent him a tense smile. “That’d be great, thanks.”

The driver scurried off and you turned, bending down to pick up your second bag. You felt a little bad for your rudeness, but really, you didn’t think you could take the entire duration of this ride listening to him prattle on about the sun shining this morning and wonderful holiday memories. With a grunt you managed to get the second bag in, but it didn’t fully fit quite right. Groaning, you realized you’d need to take a minute to adjust both of the bags to fit into the smaller trunk of this car. Vaguely you were aware of the sound of a car pulling up a little ways behind you, but you were too busy fighting to maneuver both of your damn pieces of luggage around in the trunk to pay any attention. Not until you heard your name.

“Grace?”

Your hands instantly stopped what they were doing, your eyes going wide at the familiar deep Irish accented voice behind you.

But that wasn’t possible because he was at the Garda station after having been arrested last night. He shouldn’t have been out.

“Grace what–are ya leavin' ?”

Your mouth felt like it had gone dry. This isn’t how you planned things to go. He wasn’t supposed to have been here for this.

Slowly you spun around, turning to face Michael behind you. He was standing there, his eyes focused on your bags in the trunk of the car. Soon they slid back up to your face, his brows pulling together as a deep crease formed on his forehead.

“What’re ya doin’?” he breathed out.

Your mouth opened and closed, tears forming in your eyes as you looked at the fear and the hurt quickly washing over his face.

“I thought–thought ya were stayin’ here? Talkin’ to me?” he continued, the sound of a car door closing behind him briefly registering in your ears. “Thought ya were waitin’ for me? Why’re ya leavin’?”

Movement over his shoulder caught your attention and you tensed. Birdy was stalking her way over towards the pair of you, a pleased look on her face.

“Let her go, Mikey, love,” she called out. “She shouldn’ be here.”

His face tightened in confusion as he turned, focusing on Birdy as she approached. She eventually came to a stop just a few feet behind him, her arms crossed over her chest.

“What d’ya mean she shouldn’ be here?” he asked her.

“I mean she’s a liar, Mikey,” Birdy told him, her eyes shifting to you. “Aren’t ya dear? Your name isn’ Grace, for starters.”

Michael’s brows somehow furrowed even further, the confusion only growing on his face as he looked back at you. “What’s she on ‘bout, Grace?” he asked.

Your palms began to sweat, your breath coming in short. She was going to feed him lies and he was going to believe every word of it, wasn’t he? Not only would you have to leave, you’d be leaving him with the wrong impression of yourself.

“That’s not my name,” you answered nervously. Licking your lips, you uttered your actual name, noticing the way the corner of Michael’s lips twitched. “I–I couldn’t use my real name because–”

“Because she’s tryin’ to help that bloody Serpent biker gang in Cork get close to Eamon, that’s why,” Birdy said, cutting you off. Her eyes flickered towards the driver in the car before they returned to Michael, her voice lowering. “They need a supplier. Apparently thinkin’ they can send someone to fuck a Kinsella and get in close.”

Michael instantly was shaking his head at her. “No, you’re wrong, Birdy,” he told her.

Birdy shrugged, her cold stare landing back on you. “If I’m wrong then why is she leavin’, pet?”

You sucked in a breath when both of them focused on you, your heart hammering wildly in your chest. This was your chance to tell them the truth. Maybe they wouldn’t believe you, but if you didn’t just get it out there you’d never know.

“Because you threatened to reach out to Victor,” you blurted, your focus on Birdy. “To tell him where I am. Lead him straight to my fucking door.”

Birdy’s eyes instantly narrowed back at you, her head tilting a little to the side. “Your fiance?” she asked.

“What?” Michael gasped.

“Ex -fiance,” you said firmly, eyes still focused on Birdy. “We haven’t been together in almost two years. I left him because he was–” your eyes closed, your voice quivering as you tried to continue “–violent. Outside of the Club.”

Neither Michael or Birdy spoke immediately. Your arms wrapped around yourself, gaze dropping down to your feet.

“You–you threatened to alert the Serpents to me being here if I didn’t leave,” you continued, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “And if you’d done that, he’d have shown up and killed me. And my sister. And probably Michael for ever spending any amount of time with me. And if any of the rest of you got in his way, he’d have gone after you all, too.” Your watery gaze flew up to meet Birdy��s quickly softening expression. “You didn’t exactly give me a choice. I had to leave to keep everyone else safe. Because I sure as shit didn’t expect you to hear me out.”

“Oh, dear, I didn’–”

Michael’s hands balled into fists at his sides, a sharp exhale falling from his nose that somehow alone managed to cut Birdy clean off. He abruptly turned towards her, his body tense and his eyes hard. You swore you saw Birdy visibly shrink back under the weight of his stare.

“Ya threatened her?” he asked, voice dangerously low.

“I was only lookin’ out for the family, pet,” she explained quickly. “I knew somethin’ was off the moment she arrived. I noticed she was spendin’ time with ya. Gettin’ close. I wanted to make sure ya were safe, Mikey, love.”

Michael took a step towards her, his shoulders squared and his jaw tight. “I can take care of myself, Birdy,” he growled. “I don’ need ya watchin’ my moves and who I’m spendin’ my time with. D’ya hear me?”

“Of course, pet,” Birdy said, a nervous smile on her mouth. “Ya know I’d never do anythin’ to hurt ya.”

Michael took another intimidating step towards Birdy, your eyes catching the slight half step she took backwards. He looked terrifying, all calm and angry like he was, a fire raging just beneath the surface of that calm exterior. Not that you felt afraid of him, no. If anything you felt like the man before you could hold his own against Victor if he ever came around. Michael had often come across as quiet and a little awkward when the pair of you had been together. He’d been sweet and gentle with you, even lowering his guard and letting you see just a glimpse of that vulnerable interior he kept locked up. But seeing him like this was something else. He was fearsome. Formidable. Someone quite obviously not meant to be fucked with.

And here he was defending you to his own family.

“I hope to fuckin’ hell ya didn’ reach out to her ex, Birdy,” Michael snarled, posture still rigid and tense as he stared her down. “Because so help me if ya did.”

“I didn’!” she exclaimed, her eyes darting over his shoulder to you. “I didn’ contact anyone. I–I was goin’ to, yes, if ya gave me reason. But I didn’ know he was… hurtin’ ya, dear. I’d have never made threats if I’d known what was really goin’ on.” Her eyes flew back to Michael, something vulnerable shining in them back at him. “And ya know I wouldn’, Mikey. Ya know that’s the truth.”

He exhaled a long breath, some of the tension easing out of his body with it. Turning over his shoulder, he eyed you for a long moment, his expression slowly becoming more subdued. His attention quickly snapped back to Birdy moments later, a firm finger pointing at her chest.

“Go back home, Birdy,” he ordered. “Don’t tell the others anymore ‘bout this shite story. Or ‘bout her. Ya hear me? I don’t need the others pokin’ around her, either. Not right now. There’s enough we’re dealin’ with.”

Birdy opened her mouth to say more, but Michael immediately leaned in closer towards her, cutting her off before she could begin.

“Now, Birdy,” he growled. “Ya made enough of a mess already.”

Her eyes slowly slid back to you, an apologetic look crossing her features. “I’m sorry, dear,” she said softly. “I had no idea.”

She made her way back towards her still idling car with less zeal in her steps than before. Michael turned on the spot, briskly walking back towards you without a word. He reached into the car behind you, effortlessly pulling both of your bags out of the trunk at the same time. He set them down on the street before roughly closing the trunk. Then he pulled the handles of your luggage back up before his eyes finally landed on you.

“Ya aren’t leavin’,” he stated simply.

You watched in surprise as he rolled the bags around to the driver’s side of the car, pausing beside the now very timid driver. He reached into the pocket of his dark brown jacket, pulling out a wallet. After a second he pulled out a few bills and then pushed them at the driver through the open window.

“Ya aren’t needed,” he said gruffly, gesturing down the street with his head.

You stood there stunned and speechless, watching as the driver quickly accepted the cash and then drove off. Your eyes were on the headlights until the car turned the corner and left the street. Slowly your attention shifted back to Michael. He was staring back at you, the handle of one of your bags in each of his hands. He looked vastly less angry now that it was just the two of you.

“Let’s get your stuff back inside,” he said. “Then we can talk.”

You nodded, making your way back up the driveway to Megan’s house, Michael pulling your bags behind him. Bending down, you retrieved the key back from underneath the pot and then rose to your feet, unlocking the door. You swung it open and stepped inside, Michael following in behind you. He made his way straight down the hall to the sitting room with your bags in tow as you shut and locked the front door. Then nervously you made your way down the hall after him.

You found him standing awkwardly beside Megan’s sofa, his jacket tossed over the armrest and a timid expression on his face. Something almost nervous. You stopped just in the entryway of the room yourself, your arms awkwardly crossing over your chest.

“Ya were just goin’ to leave without a word?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“I tried to talk to you last night,” you began, the words just pouring out of you. “I didn’t know you were going to be getting arrested. I was planning to stay up the whole night waiting for you to come back from whatever it was you were out doing if that’s what it took to talk to you. But then I saw you in cuffs being put in the back of a Garda car and figured I didn’t have a choice but to run. It’s not like I wanted to do this.”

Michael ran a hand through his hair, his eyes focused on the sofa. “That’s why I hadn’ heard from ya in a few days, yeah?” he asked, still not looking at you. “Because ya were plannin’ to disappear on me?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, tears yet again threatening to fall.

At the sound of your voice breaking on the words, Michael’s attention returned to you. Everything about his expression and his body language immediately softened in response. He crossed the space between you, drawing you straight into him without hesitation. Your arms eagerly encircled him in return, burying your face into his blue sweater.

“I’ve felt like an asshole all week,” you said, tears already falling down your cheeks. “I was going to leave Megan without a goodbye. And I’d been ignoring you– hurting you–and you didn’t deserve it. Especially not with everything you’ve had happening already.”

Michael’s arms held you tighter, his hands splayed wide over your back. He lowered himself to rest his chin along the top of your head.

“Ya were scared,” he murmured. “I understand why ya were goin’ to do it.”

“I wanted to talk to you last night,” you assured him. “I really wanted to. But then you had to leave, and you were arrested before I could have a chance after that.”

“Detained,” Michael muttered. “I wasn’ arrested. Was detained for questionin’ ‘bout a shootin’ last night.”

“Why’d they let you go so soon?” you asked softly. “Thought they would hold you the full twenty-four hours at least.”

Michael let out an amused snort, the sound taking you off guard and drawing the corner of your lips upwards.

“Barely been here that long and already know how the guards operate in Ireland, yeah?” he replied in amusement.

You shrugged, turning to rest your cheek against his chest. He still smelled like that smokey cinnamon scent and it was quickly relaxing you.

“Pretty sure they’re like that everywhere,” you answered. “So how’d you get released so soon? Or…am I not allowed to know that?”

“Seizure,” he said softly. “Or so they’re thinkin’. Guess ya were right ‘bout that the first night I met ya.” His hands began to soothingly run along your back as he spoke. “Need to see a GP to find out if that’s what’s goin’ on. But apparently they can’t question me after havin’ one, so I was released this mornin’. Have to reschedule their questionin’.”

“Mmm,” you hummed out, eyelids slowly lowering.

Despite the stress and fear of the past few days, and especially this morning, you found yourself feeling oddly content wrapped in Michael’s embrace right now. All you wanted was to stay like this, nothing more.

“Can we finally talk about what’s goin’ on with ya?” he asked gently. “‘Bout your ex-fiance and the fake name you’re usin’?”

A sigh fell out of you, your fingers tightening against the material of his sweater. You knew this was coming but you really didn’t want to delve into it.

“Ya don’ have to tell me everythin’ if you’re not ready,” he whispered, drawing his chin from off the top of your head and looking down at you. “But if ya have some sort of dangerous ex chasin’ ya down, I should probably know somethin’ to make sure I can help keep Megan and ya safe.”

You drew back from him, shaking your head at his words. “Michael, you don’t need–”

“Ya think I’m just goin’ to let some arsehole scare ya and keep ya in hidin’?” he shot back, eyes narrowed. “Not sayin’ I’m goin’ to be a reckless arsehole myself, but I’m not leavin’ ya to deal with him. Not while I’m still here.” His head gestured to the sofa. “So can we talk?”

Drawing your bottom lip between your teeth, you chewed it nervously for a moment before you nodded. Your arms released their hold around his waist, his own falling down to his sides as the pair of you made your way to the sofa. You sat down beside each other, your thigh brushing up against his as you focused on your fidgeting hands in your lap.

“I uh, I need to keep using the fake name still,” you began, nervously glancing up at him. “I can’t have Victor finding out I’m here so I can’t exactly risk using my real name.”

Michael nodded, a solemn expression on his face. "Who is he?" he asked.

"He's uh, what they call the Sergeant at Arms for the Serpents of Hell. For the Mother Charter–the founding charter," you explained. "They’re an outlaw MC. Running illegal drugs and guns across the US, but apparently they have a charter here that I didn't know about. Over in Cork."

"What's a…Sergeant at Arms?" he asked curiously.

Your eyes dropped back down to your hands where they were fidgeting in your lap. "It's a higher ranking position in the Club. There's the President and a Vice President. Then the Sergeant at Arms. He's like a bodyguard to the President and an enforcer of the Club rules." You swallowed hard, your focus still intensely on your hands. "Oftentimes a triggerman. President gives a name, he kills."

"How'd ya get involved with all of that?" he asked carefully. "With him?"

"That's…sort of a long story," you admitted, looking back up at him. "Maybe one for another day?"

Michael nodded, a gentle smile spreading on his lips. "Why's he after ya then? Can ya tell me that?"

"We–we were engaged," you admitted awkwardly. "Like Birdy said. He wasn't–wasn't like that with me. In the beginning, of course. But he eventually became possessive." Your hands curled into fists in your lap, fighting to keep the memories down. "Easily made jealous. And his temper eventually came to the surface. Especially when he drank."

You saw the way Michael’s jaw clenched at your words, the muscles twitching in his cheeks. He looked like he was barely containing his rage beneath the surface the more you told him. Just like when he’d been telling Birdy off a bit ago. You wondered what it would look like when he wasn’t containing it.

Eyes falling back down to your lap, you continued. "He took things too far one day and I–I ran the first chance I got. But he–he eventually caught me and dragged me back with him. A few times. And now I think I've finally pissed him off enough that he doesn't want to drag me back anymore." Your nails dug into your palms again, the cuts on your hands stinging in response. "I'm certain he's planning to kill me if he finds me again."

A shudder of fear ran through your spine, your eyes snapping shut. You were afraid of what might happen if you were to encounter Victor again, often having nightmares about it. You were certain you’d pushed him one too many times.

Michael's hand grabbed onto one of yours, tenderness in his touch. Your hands shifted until you were clinging to his hand like a lifeline in return, eyes still tightly closed.

"I won't let that happen," he promised. "I want ya to know that, Grace. I will not let him hurt ya."

You felt his other hand suddenly gripping your chin, carefully turning your face towards his. Eyelids fluttering open, you took in the warm and compassionate expression on his face as he gazed back at you. His hand slid up to cradle your cheek in his palm, holding you so gently like he was afraid one wrong move might scare you off. His thumb lightly stroked back and forth along your cheekbone as he held your gaze.

"And I want ya to know that I would never lay a hand on ya like that," he said firmly. "I'd never hurt ya. Never would want ya to be scared o' me."

"I'm not afraid of you, Michael," you replied firmly.

You saw a handful of emotions flash across his face so quickly it was almost impossible to catch each one. Eventually a frown was pulling his lips downward, something like guilt lingering in his eyes.

"Ya know what I did last night, don't ya?" he whispered.

You did, actually. You'd seen the news this morning. Someone by the name of Caolon Moore had been shot when he'd been out at a bar last night. A man had walked in and shot him five times before fleeing the scene. Garda apparently assumed it was gangland activity.

You weren't an idiot. You'd been around this sort of life enough. You knew it was Michael who'd shot him in retaliation for killing his son–though after the brief interaction you saw between him and Jimmy and Amanda last night before he had gone, you had a strong feeling he'd been guilted into doing the shooting.

"Yeah," you answered.

The muscles jumped in his cheeks as Michael ground his teeth together. His lips were pressed into a thin line but you saw something hopeful flickering in his eyes that he was clearly struggling to fight back.

"I did it," he admitted.

"I know," you whispered.

His lips were visibly trembling, his palm pressing further into your cheek. You leant into his touch, your eyes still locked on his.

"I didn't want to," he breathed out.

A sad smile slid onto your mouth, your own hand coming to rest over the top of his. "I know," you repeated.

He swallowed hard at your words. You saw that hope mix with something else in his eyes as he held your gaze. There was something softer in them now, something affectionate, and it was taking over his entire face the longer you looked.

“And ya still aren’ afraid of me?” he asked, voice barely audible with how quietly he’d spoken. “Don’t think I’m a monster?”

You shook your head slowly. “No,” you admitted.

There was a moment that passed between you both, one that felt like it lasted far longer than it truly had. Michael’s eyes were watering with unshed tears, his calloused thumb still brushing back and forth against your cheek. But there was a small smile slowly forming on his lips, one that was gradually spreading up to his eyes. You could feel the pounding of your heart in your chest as if his eyes alone were igniting some sort of fire in you.

Slowly he leaned in towards you, his hand on your cheek drawing you in towards him as he did. You let him, your body willingly being drawn to him like a magnet. Michael lowered his forehead to yours, his eyes closing. Your eyes dropped down to his lips, aware of how close they were to yours now, closer than they’d ever been before. It took every ounce of willpower in you to refrain from leaning up and just kissing him, your pulse quickening in anticipation at the thought alone.

“What ‘bout Saturday mornin’?” he whispered, your eyes still focused on his mouth as he spoke. “At nine?”

Brows drawing together in confusion, you quickly tried to backpedal and make sense of the question. But the question didn’t make sense with the previous topic of conversation.

“For–for what?” you asked.

Michael huffed out a laugh, his warm breath hitting your lips and raising goosebumps on your skin beneath your sweater. His nose gently nudged your own and you felt like you were about to lose that battle with your willpower.

“For that coffee, pet,” he murmured. “Can I take ya for coffee Saturday mornin’ at nine?”

“Yes,” you whispered.

His nose nudged yours again and your eyelids lowered partially. His lips were parted now, his breath falling into your own mouth with each exhale. The sensation was making you lightheaded, especially with the way your breath had started to come in shallower.

“Can I finally kiss ya?” he asked.

Your heart was slamming violently against its confines now, the anticipation of his mouth on yours feeling like a slow death in itself.

“I wish you would,” you breathed out.

Michael didn’t waste another moment, his head shifting just a bit so his lips could gently capture your own. They were softer than you’d have imagined. Gentle and warm as he carefully and hesitantly kissed you. Seconds later his lips released yours, but your mouth instantly chased after his, craving more of him.

His hand slid back from your cheek, making its way to hold the back of your head and pulling you more firmly towards him the moment your lips reconnected. Your own hand slid down his arm until you were grasping at his broad shoulders with both of your hands. Your fingers dug into his sweater as you held him, desperate not to let him slip through your own hands.

You were struggling to catch your breath between the increasing flurry of his lips on yours, gasping for air each time his mouth briefly left yours. The sound seemed to only further spur Michael onward, his hand soon lightly gripping the back of your neck and pressing you closer to him. Your arms wrapped around him in response, pulling yourself halfway onto him on the couch until your chests were pressed together. Fleetingly you wondered if it was your heartbeat thundering in your chest or his.

Michael’s tongue soon swiped along your bottom lip, wet and warm, and you eagerly allowed him to slide it into your mouth. Your own tongue greeted his, one of your hands snaking upwards to grip a handful of his dark hair. A moan slipped from your mouth straight into his own as you felt yourself quickly getting lost in him. His other hand suddenly grabbed your hip roughly at the sound, his fingertips brushing a bit of skin just beneath your sweater.

The scent of him was filling your nose as his tongue continued to lap so sensuously against your own. Everything about him was driving you wild, and fuck how you wanted him right here and now. To tear that sweater straight off of him and take things further on that very fucking couch, especially with how you’d almost fled and thought you’d never see him again barely minutes ago. You just wanted to feel his hands and his lips roaming every inch of your body. Wanted to memorize every inch of his.

But this wasn’t the time. Especially considering how long it had been since you'd last had sex with anyone. And now feelings were involved. You didn't want to do the wrong thing, to act before thinking things through.

Your hand slid down from his shoulder, pressing lightly against his chest. Reluctantly you broke your mouth away from his, gasping for air when you did. Michael’s shoulders were heaving as he tried to catch his own breath, his dark brows pulling together as he eyed you nervously.

"Did I do somethin' wrong?" he asked.

You shook your head, one hand still fisting his hair and the other still splayed over his chest. "No," you answered. "We just–maybe now isn't the time for… that ."

It was a moment before your meaning registered, your eyes watching his expression shift as it did. He was grinning back at you, his hand playfully squeezing your hip.

"Wasn’t plannin' to let things go that far with ya right now," he said cheekily. "But I understand."

You cleared your throat, heat warming your cheeks at his words as your hands gradually released their hold on him.

"Why don't I let ya unpack?" he suggested. Shooting you a sheepish smile, one hand coming to rub the back of his neck, he continued, "Because honestly I could use some sleep after yesterday and this mornin'. And I have a feelin’ once Jimmy is out I’ll be in a heap o’ shite with the family. So maybe we can continue this another time?”

You shot him a coy smile yourself. “The conversation or the other part?” you asked.

He chuckled as he rose to his feet. You followed after him, noticing the way his eyes followed your every moment, that delighted smile on his face only drawing one onto your own.

“How ‘bout I leave that up to you to decide, yeah?” he replied.

Nervously tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, you ducked your head at his words. You definitely wanted to continue the other part later.

“How about I walk you out then?” you offered.

“That’d be grand, pet,” he said, his hand reaching out and grasping onto yours.

Fingers entwined together, Michael grabbed his jacket from the couch before you led him down the short hallway, passing the kitchen on the way to the front door. When you reached it, you came to a stop and turned towards him. He was grinning down at you already, that dimple visible just beneath his beard. You could feel your nerves swirling in your stomach as if a handful of butterflies had been released into it.

“I’ll see ya later, then?” he asked. “Ya aren’t goin’ to run off on me?”

You shook your head, smiling back up at him. “I’m not going anywhere now,” you told him. “So I’ll see you later to pick up where we left off.”

“Mmm,” he hummed out, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “And I’ll be curious to know what part of that you’re talkin’ ‘bout resumin’ later.”

You shrugged a shoulder innocently. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out,” you replied.

He laughed lightly, leaning down towards you and placing a simple, sweet peck to your lips. As he pulled away he whispered, “I’d happily wait to find out.”

He released your hand and opened the front door, your heart skipping excitedly in your chest as you watched him make his way down the front drive. When he neared the stone fence he turned, pausing to glance over at you. You smiled, leaning against the doorframe and shooting him a wave. The biggest smile you’d yet to see on his face spread across his lips, his hand returning the wave before he rounded the fence and made his way home.

With a sigh you closed the front door, making your way down the short hallway and back to the sitting room. You grabbed one of your suitcases and hefted it up into your arms, carrying it up the stairs and back to your bedroom. You set it down near the closet, wiping a hand across your forehead. Movement outside of your bedroom window caught your eye and your head darted in that direction.

Michael was standing at his bedroom window now, one hand on his curtains as if he’d been about to close them. But now he was smiling at you through the window. You grinned, taking a few steps towards your own window and shooting him a wave. He nodded his head at you before his hand released the curtains. You watched as both of his hands came to grip the hem of his sweater before he lifted it up over his head, tossing it somewhere in the room behind him.

Your brows rose up onto your forehead, lips parting in surprise as you took in the shirtless sight of him, the bit of chest hair covering his lightly muscled torso. When your eyes darted back up to his face, he shot you a wink before he laughed, and then his hand reached up and closed his curtains.

“I am so fucking glad I did not get in that car,” you whispered to yourself. “Fucking hell.”

#michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella x you #michael kinsella x female reader #michael kinsella #kin (amc)#kin fanficiton

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umeoniii · 1 year

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hello!! im having thoughts abt hange and i'd thought i'd share, maybe you could write smt abt it if u want. but i just think abt comfort sex with hange, almost romantic. maybe its the soft dom in me but i just want to take care of her after a long day, in which she's feeling particularly down and lets her submissive side show, all praise and kisses and stuff. or idk whichever way you see her, im just a simp for hange tbh

!: nsfw, hange is afab

comfort sex w hange

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hange has always been an outgoing expressive person, never missing a beat. she loved her job and work, though sometimes she overworked herself. not coming home until 11:37 because she stayed finishing all of her work. even when she came home she would be glued to the computer typing. you didn’t like how her life almost always revolved around work, mainly because of how it affected them.

you weren’t surprised when one day hange came home literally looking like a zombie, throwing her bags on the floor and herself onto the couch. you watched from your room hearing her groan from frustration.

you walked into the living room observing her, sprawled out on the couch.

“would you like to take a bath then take a nap?” you asked her softly into her ear. she shook her head.

“i just wanna lay down with you.” she grumbled, grabbing your hand.

she got up and walked to your shared bedroom laying down on your soft duvet, looking at the ceiling. you lay down next to her taking off her glasses and putting them on the nightstand.

for a second while lying next to her you admired your lover. you truly loved everything about her. her charisma, her personality, her body and face. everything about her was perfect. she still looked up, her chest heaving up and down as the two of you sat in utter silence. you moved closer to hange, your lips ghosting her cheek, you kiss her softly.

she turns her head on the pillow towards your direction. your lips meet with hers as you embrace her in a soft kiss, you held her cheeks with your hands.

you leaned back separating yourself from the short kiss. you look at the dark eyebags under her brown eyes.

she seriously needed rest

you then kissed both of her eyes, then her cheeks again, then her lips.

you pushed her back onto the mattress and got on top of her whispering into her ear ,“im gonna take care of you tonight. m’ kay?”

you kissed her lips and then your kisses trailed twoards her chest.

you took off her shirt, then her pants, then her undergarments. leaving her completely bare and open to you.

you went back at her neck leaving soft kisses all over her upper torso. you went down to her soft breasts, kissing and softly licking at her nipples.

you heard her gasping softly while she rubbed your back.

“you’re so beautiful baby.” you whispered into her flesh.

you dragged your tongue down to her naval, your lips were just above her cunt. you kissed at her belly, your arm outstretched twoards her tits squeezing them.

before you went down you looked up at your lover looking for her approval, she gave you a kiss on your hand and a tiny nod.

you left a trail of kisses all the way down to her sopping wet cunt. you picked up her legs and propped them up onto your shoulders. you kissed her pussy, her slick coating your lips. your thumb rubbed softly on her fleshy thighs.

you slipped both your index and middle fingers inside of her, you heard her moan as you pushed your two fingers into her slowly.

“feels so so good.” she whimpered, her cunt tightening around your fingers after every thrust.

“only the best for you.” you kissed at the birth mark in between her thighs.

you rubbed at her spongy g spot, listening to her raspy gasps and moans, she whined your name indefinitely, for as long as you were fingering her.

you took out your fingers quickly attaching your mouth to her swollen lips.

you licked and lapped inserting your tongue into her tight hole. while she gripped at your hair, practically screaming your name. you wrapped your arm around her stomach, reaching her hard clit then rubbing slow circles. making hange cry even louder.

you thought to yourself

“maybe this will be what helps relive their stress, i hate seeing her the way she is after work.” you lapped at her pussy.

you comforted her and whispered sweet praises as she was reaching her climax, squeezing your head with her thighs and whimpering as her back arched from the immense amount of pleasure she was facing.

she came into you mouth, the white liquid spilling from your lips.

her chest heaved up and down and you caught your breath as well.

you remove your head from beneath hange and move twoards her face, your lips above hers.

her lips were parted while she inhaled and exhaled rapidly. you gave her a soft kiss rubbing her cheeks.

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keep-on-burnin · 2 years

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“I’m In Love With You Too” • Jamie Campbell-Bower

author’s note: Gosh I haven’t posted in decades!! I apologize for just disappearing, so here’s a short fluffy Jamie imagine for you<3

warnings: nothing just pure fluff, though there may be a few grammar mistakes sorry!!

“Jamieee” She whined softly from the comfort of the dark grey sofa in the middle of the living room. The fireplace was bright with flames, the tv set on a random channel and my shivering body was now covered with a heavy quilt. That night was a cooler night, and nights like those were meant for tea and cuddles by the fireplace.

Jamie’s shirtless figure stood in the kitchen making the apple cinnamon tea she had requested. She watched as he moved about the space. He was in his own little world, too spaced out to notice her calling his name.

“Jamie” She calls again, this time he turned around and smiled. Seeing the beautiful girl wrapped tightly in the blanket made him feel all warm inside. He admired her a second longer, running his piercing blue eyes over her facial features. Though he was at least 10 feet away from her, he could still see how her eyes sparkle under the fire light.

“Are you almost done?” She asked, a soft chuckle escaping her mouth at the dazed state her boyfriend was in.

Jamie turned back to the mugs quickly to take the tea bags out and stir some sugar into her tea. The smile seemed to stick to his face the whole time he does this.

Finally, he made his way over to the couch with two hot cups. He set them down on the wooden end table by her head.

She smiled up at him as she moved the quilt to the side so the blonde man could slip in beside her. Jamie took his place behind the girl, wrapping his arms lovingly around her waist. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the faint scent of her perfume. He began to leave soft kisses along her soft skin, causing a sweet chuckle to leave her lips.

In that moment, everything else in the world seemed to stop. Nothing was heard but the faint crackling of the fire and her laboured breaths. Nothing was felt but the warmth of her body against his and the softness of her skin against his lips. No one else existed but them in the coziness of their shared apartment.

“I’m in love with you” Jamie whispered against her neck, leaving another kiss to where his confession had landed on her skin. He could feel her breathing hitch as the words left his mouth. Shit he thought. What if she didn’t feel the same? Of course over their 8 month long relationship they had both said the three magical words I love you on many occasions. The phrase was second nature by now, but hearing the words “I’m in love with you” caused the girls mind to short circuit. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard fall from his mouth. She couldn’t form words, or even thoughts for that matter. So she did the only thing she knew she could do in that moment to show him what she wanted to say. She swiftly turned around to face him, grabbing his face in her hands. Her smile was all he needed to see to know that she did indeed feel the same. And to seal the deal, she planted a deep, passionate kiss on his lips. That’s when his mind short circuited. The world truly did stop when they shared the kiss.

As they both pulled away, she leant her forehead against his. Her eyes were still shut, but his were open. He once again admired her beauty, but this time he could see every freckle on her skin along with the soft blush that appeared on her cheeks.

Just before he falls into another love-drunk daze, she parted her lips to say the one thing he so desperately wanted to hear from her.

“I’m in love with you too.”

Hope you enjoyed🫶 please send in some requests for some stranger things characters! I’ve been on an eddie/steve/billy/001 rampage recently

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man-moth-hook-hand · 10 months

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Welcome to My Nightmare Ch. 5

A/N: I didn't mean for this to take a whole month, but I was confused on what direction to drive the story. I wanted to introduce the boys earlier, but I wanted to make it believe so that the rest of the story made sense. I hope you like it! :) and don't worry, some spice might be coming in the next chapet ;)

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Chapter Five: Always Something There to Remind Me

“So, who are you riding with?” Paul winked at me.

I looked at one of the other boys, a blonde, like Paul. This one didn’t have huge hair, and instead sported curls framing his statue-like face. He didn’t move, exactly like a statue. Next to him was the dark haired man spying on me and Adam. Under eye bags, no shirt, a weird hodge podge of items for an excuse of a necklace, and to tie it all in a child around maybe nine or ten clinging to him. I didn’t want to ride with the man in a trenchcoat, he looked like he had something underneath there. Thankfully, the girl decided to ride with him.

“I suppose you.” I said to Paul which earned a few laughs from the other men. It felt like I was the world and they were the four horsemen of the apocalypse, waiting to destroy my mind and body. I climbed on the back of Paul’s bike and tried to make myself comfortable. It was a little difficult since he was much taller and had a rat’s nest for hair.

Paul yelled and I felt myself surge backwards. I tightened my grip on Paul so as to not fall off. I had a feeling he wouldn't exactly stop right away if I fell. The other boys yelled like a pack of wolves to wherever we were going. The ride wasn’t exactly the smoothest, I learned that Paul liked to ride over the bigger dunes as they made him fly into the air. It also flung sand into my eyes causing me to be blind the entire trip.

Once we had stopped moving, I figured it was safe enough to wipe the sand from my eyes. I looked like a mess, or I thought I did. My hair felt out of place, tears formed from the irritation around my eyes, and snot trailed around me. I truly feel like a piece of garbage.

I stared at these boys, then at me, then the girl. These boys mixed together whatever clothing they could find, yet hers were cohesive. I could tell the boys didn’t do anything to themselves, at least she put in some effort. I found myself feeling guilty for looking worse. I realized that these boys didn’t look any better, just that they were accepted to look bad, even as the rejects they were. The girl, even though a reject by association, still adorned herself in flowy skirts and jewels.

“Hey!” Paul snapped his fingers in my face. “You there?”

“Yeah,” I stuttered, “Just lost in thought.” My mind hadn’t really been able to focus on what was happening at the moment, and instead chose to ramble over something rather not important. Maybe I just needed to sleep. I had a feeling I would be sleeping forever after this visit.

“Let me help you.” Paul fixed my hair as best as he could, then offered a bandana out of his jacket pocket as a peace offering for the ride. “Better?” He asked, I took the bandana in reply. I followed them to a thin, wooden staircase that descended into the depths below. I felt like I was going to break the wooden steps, yet everybody else had no problem walking on the rickey death traps.

I felt relief once we reached the end. It quickly ended once I saw what was before me. A cave, they literally were taking me to a cave to die. How dignified. Once reaching the inside of the cave, I noticed that it was much more civilized. These boys had decorated the inside with fishing lures, graffiti on the ceiling, shiny things I couldn’t identify, and enough candles to have a ritual. It was oddly marveling. It was beautiful in a trashy way. Like Ariel decorating her cave of wonders.

“Sit.” The white haired man demanded, “Where ever you like.” He purposely fell into a wheelchair behind him.

“Next to me?” The one with the weird jacked suggested. “My name is Marko by the way.”

“That’s a nice name.” I sat next to him, in between Michael and the trench coat. “I’m (Y/N)” I stuck out my hand.

“That’s also a nice name,” he smiled, “That’s David, Dwayne, Laddie, and Star.” He pointed to everyone, respectively.

“Those are nice names.” I said.

“You always repeat everything you say?” Marko joked with me.

“No, Sorry. I’m just really tired. I had a bad dream.” I explained. Paul chuckeled.

“So, Michael, you didn’t tell us about your sister.” David interrogated him.

“I don’t have a sister.” Michael laughed.

“Your little lady friend?” David teased.

Michael nervously glanced at Star. I guess she was under the impression I was Michael’s Girlfriend. “No, Uh. . . My mom picked her up on the side of the road.”

David made a noise of conformation. “You hungry, (Y/N)?” he asked me.

“Uh, um.”

“Marko, why don’t you get some Chinese?” David said, it earned a laugh from the rest of the boys.

He came back much quicker than I thought he would’ve. Marko, the curly haired man with what seems like a thrift store for a jacket, handed me a white carton with some red Chinese building on it. I opened it with hesitation, wondering if there was some sick joke to be played. It didn’t seem like it would be out of character for these boys. Rice. Just rice. Just rice? Yes, just rice.

“How are those maggots?” David gestured towards Michael.

Michael spat out the rice onto the floor as if it really were maggots. This earned a bout of laughter from the crowd.

“No hard feelings?” David handed Michael another container. “How are your maggots (Y/N)?”

I looked down into the carton to see wriggling fly larva. A minute ago it had been rice. Panic had begun to arise in my throat. I looked at the gaggle of men in front of me, they awaited an answer. I focused back on the rice – maggots, I mean. I didn't have a fork. I was delirious and tired. I scooped some of the mystery food in between my fingers and devoured what pointless lives they had. I imagined someone doing the same for me. Hopefully the rice-maggots didn’t feel pain. They weren't even maggots anyway, just rice.

They continued to stare at me. The maggots had reformed magically into rice again. I knew I was tired. Of course I was. I’m just paranoid.

“So it was good.” David plainly said. He then whispered something to Marko, in response he brought a Halloween decoration bottle full of red liquid. Or perhaps the bottle made it look red.

Star moved behind Michael immediately. David prompted Michael to drink some of the mystery fluid. Star inturn pleaded but I don’t think Michael listened. The boys hollered in delight at whatever Michael had done, which was probably drink from the mystery liquid.

I continued to scoop rice into my mouth. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes. Snot threatened to gush from my nostrils. I abruptly stood up, drawing attention to myself. I began to make my way out of the cave, robotically, almost slipping on the spilled rice. I don’t remember if they called or if it was my imagination.

I must’ve walked my way home. I don’t even remember getting into bed, obvious by my unchanged clothes. Thank god I didn’t work today, I would've been 4 hours late. The house was quiet, save for Sam playing with Nanook in the yard. I flipped over onto my back and closed my eyes, listening to the sounds around me.

Nanook’s bark. The silence of the house. A clock ticking somewhere. The old man’s footsteps creaking up to a room.

The warm water from the shower, paired with the darkness, felt oddly comforting since I had developed a fear of the dark. I washed every part of me I could think of. I felt dirty, tainted even, since being around those boys. Something was off about them, I couldn't tell for sure. Maybe I should take this time to relax and just take care of myself. I had been neglecting myself for sure.

I decided to head my way into Michael’s room, perhaps he would have answers about last night. He was conveniently asleep when I opened the door. As I made my way back into my room, the ringing of the phone paired with Sam’s yelling got my attention.

“Michael!” he shouted, “Mom’s on the phone for you!”

I poorly maneuvered my way back into the threshold of Michael’s room. As I opened the door, I caught the brothers arguing about sunglasses or something stupid.

“-Sam is always alone. It’s been a long time since someone’s invited me to dinner. I’d like to go.” Lucy begged Michael.

“Ok, mom.” Michael softly replied.

“I don’t need a babysitter, Mike.” Sam was utterly insulted at the fact that he needed to be supervised.

“Sammy, it’s not my choice to watch you.” Michael noticed me in the doorway. “What?”

“Can I talk to you? Privately?” I motioned to Sam to leave.

“Ew!” Sam responded while making kissy faces on his way out.

“Um,” I began. This was more nerve racking than I thought. “What happened last night? I kinda remember, but after I left. . . I don’t know. I can’t really remember anything.”

“Well. . . I drank their booze, you left, and we just kinda hung out.” He explained.

“Oh, so nothing bad happened?”

Micahel shot me a confused look. “Bad?”

“Yeah, bad. I kinda had been having some nightmares I guess, and I just thought. . . maybe.” I shook my head. “It’s nothing important.”

“Maybe you’re paranoid. Did you get any sleep?” Michael says.

“No. Did you?” I looked at him with pity.

“Nah.”

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I shouldn’t be doing this. I had found myself in the midst of the Boardwalk in hopes to find the men from last night. It was surprisingly difficult considering how weird they looked last night. I had hoped Paul was here, even if he probably wasn’t safe anymore.

A hand grabbed my shoulder from behind. I ducked and spun around, knocking into a few pedestrians behind me. I landed a punch into the man’s face. My eyes began to water, but the stinging from my knuckles had made me realize what I’d done. There stood before me a blonde man, curly hair, mixed together prints for a jacket, and blood trailing from his lips. He stared at me for a moment before my body decided to make a break for it.

It was nauseating. What was once a safe, intoxicating environment, quickly turned into a maze of bumping into people, screams of terror instead of laughter, and the overwhelming sense that I can’t get away. I was trapped, and once the boardwalk was closed it would be the end of me. However, I reached the end of the boardwalk before it closed. There was nothing between me and death now, just the empty abyss of the quiet night.

I was faint, my heart working over time due to the panic. My breathing became erratic, sweat prominent on my forehead. I scanned the surrounding areas for any source of cover. Nothing.

He appeared in front of me, like some kind of angel of death. I backed up, he grabbed my arms.

“I think you should come with me.” He said. I shook my head no, tears and snot were making their way down my chin. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” he said. I felt oddly calm after that. I couldn’t understand why. I didn’t want to be calm, but it’s like I didn’t have any other choice.

Marko grabbed my hand and led me to where the rest of the boys and Paul were. Paul grinned, the other two were a bit suspicious.

“Are you gonna kill me?” I blurted out. Paul seemed shocked while Dwayne and David didn’t speak.

“Why wouldn’t you? You’re the creepy guys hanging outside my window. Following me. Trying to roofie me in your weird hideout.” I shot at them,

“You think it’s us following you? The Boardwalk is open to anyone, doll.” David said. “Plus, you went with us after your boyfriend dumped you.”

“Micahel was never my boyfriend, and you know what I’m talking about. You were outside my window.” I accused them. It had to be them, there was no denying that. I always felt watched then they mysteriously showed up. The faces that plagued me in my nightmares were all too familiar. They even followed me to my house and spied on me. They were the crazy ones, not me.

“No we weren't. We brought you over to talk to you, especially because of last night. You were the one who just left after we invited you to our space. Not the other way around.” David pointed to me. He was partially right, I didn’t have to go with them, Michael chose to leave me there in hopes he could get his dick wet. It wasn’t their fault.

“Sorry,” I apologized. “I’ve just been having a rough couple of days.

“That’s ok.” Paul interjected. “I mean like, we're still friends, if you wanted to talk we could.”

“We just want to talk to you, we really do.” Marko put his hand on my shoulder in a comforting way. “Any friend of Paul is a friend of ours.”

“We were just messing with Michael last night, our intention wasn’t to upset you.” David puffed out of his cigarette.

“Seriously, man. We were just messing with Micahel.” Paul slapped me on the shoulder. “So what do ya say? Friends?”

I felt pressured to say yes, which is probably why I agreed to let them take me somewhere. I hope Michael and Sam were having a better time than me.

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alexander-arcturus-black-lupin · 10 months

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I Miss You

Pairing :Spencer Reid X Y/N

Summary : Spencer finally comes home from a trip and is exhausted and y/n misses him, alot 🫣

genre : smutt but it's a lil fluffy at the end

wordcount : Honestly I lost count

Content Warning: Coarse language, panic, fear of embarrassment, restraints, Spencer laughs and teases reader, Switch Spencer, Dom reader, fem!reader, praising, degradation, orgasm denial, oral (m receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex.

Author notes : It's that my time of the month and the Spencer edits are a lil too 😫

Istg he's soo cuteee

When Spencer Reid arrived home from his work trip, Y/N was waiting eagerly. As soon as he entered the apartment, she jumped up and wrapped her arms around him, beaming with joy.

She had missed him so much and wanted to spend time with him. After catching up and discussing his trip, they decided to spend the night cuddling and after dinner.

Y/N had always been fascinated by Spencer’s intellect, and she loved the way his mind worked. She loved the way his eyes sparkled as he talked and even though she didn't sometimes understand what he said, her listening was enough for him.

Y/N knew it was time to go to sleep. She looked over at Spencer and smiled, feeling so grateful that they had each other. As she drifted off to sleep, smiled at nerdy boyfriend. She wouldn't see him for a while

After a month, Spencer finally came home; he was with his team on a manhunt for a sociopathic criminal. But you didn’t care, all that you cared about was that he was home. He came around six surprising you with a bouquet of flowers. He showered and had dinner with you, before you both went to bed.

He was fast asleep. Spencer was adorable when he slept. His eyes would flutter ever so slightly, his lips would pout and he was always extremely clingy holding onto you throughout the night. It was one of the inadvertently cute things he did that made you fall harder.

She moved closer to him and gently caressed his cheek. His skin felt so smooth and inviting. She would let him sleep, he needed it.

She turned away from him and snuggled closer. But that didn't sate the burning between her legs. She tried to press both her legs together but that didn't work.

Spencer slowly woke up, the first thing he noticed was the beautiful shape of the woman he was holding. Two, there was something wrong with the woman he was holding.

"Y/n baby what's wrong," his voice was raspy from sleep making it worse.

“Nothing Spence just bad dreams”

“Are you mad at me, did I-” you sit up and cradle his face in your hands.

“Spencer no, nothing is your fault,” you leaned in and kissed him deeply, feeling a spark of electricity between them. Spencer reacted with a passionate kiss of his own.

“Then what’s wrong, are you uncomfortable?”

“No, I’m just horny” Spencer’s eyebrows raised in shock, a smile tugged at his lips.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Spencer smiled, he leaned in and kissed you, his left hand slipping from your cheek gripping the back of your neck.

“You are my wife, it is my job to sate your every need,” Spencer’s other hand pulled your pyjama bottoms off in one fell swoop.

Y/N gasped as Spencer’s fingers plunged right into you with no warning.

“Look how wet you are, all for me,” Spencer slipped out and twisted your nub. “And only me”

Y/N moaned in pleasure as Spencer's fingers drove her mad. Her hips bucked but he held them down. His touch was gentle and teasing, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She moaned as she felt herself clench around him.

“Fuck, I can feel you coming, is this howyour gonna be when I'm in you, fuck” Spencer rarely swore and when he did. The waves of pleasure intensified, Y/N let out a loud moan that echoed throughout the room as she came apart.

But Spencer wasn’t done. Oh no not in the slightest.

He kissed you hard as he undoes his pants. “I missed you y/n, I missed being inside you” and with that he aligns himself, he enters you slowly filling you up immediately.

“Mmhm, i missed this,” His pace increases sending all thoughts out the window.

“Spencer”

“Yes, oh fuck…”

“Fa-faster…”

And the faster he went, he always made you cum first and now was no different. Spencer leans down and leaves hickeys down your throat. He takes a nipple in his mouth and bites down.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't ever lie about your needs to me, if you ever just wanna ride me till sunrise, tell me okay?"

"Yeah okay," She paused. "Spencer?"

"Yeah,"

"I wanna ride you till sunrise," she felt him chuckle against her neck sending hairs rising.

"Your wish is my command," Spencer flipped us over placing me on top. "Tell me in detail what you what sunshine"

"I-i" Spencer sat up and kissed her, his hands beneath him.

"Words sunshine, use your words," Spencer moved down her throat. "Although your moans are beautiful,"

"I- I want you to uhm, do what you're doing earlier," Spencer chuckled.

"Which part?" Spencer traced your hip as he looked up at you.

"The kissing and um thumbing around here," she gestured around her chest. Spencer smirked.

"What else?"

"Um I want you to um use your fingers, down there," Spencer nodded slowly rubbing her hips with his fingers.

"Is that it?"

"Mhmm,"

Spencer leaned in and kissed her sending her brain spiralling, he kissed down her neck as his other hand made it's way down.

"Spen- Ah" He had snuck a finger in, "Fuck, Spencer,"

#Spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x female reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine

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multiverse-imagines · 1 year

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So, this is another self indulgent personal story I'm posting before I can change my mind. It's been a year since I got my Vash the Stampede plushie, and I just adore him! I'm also one of kids who grew up watching Toy Story too many times. Whoops

I Just Want To Give Her More

Plush!Vash x Reader (like a toy story au)

I sat inside that plastic for a long time. Moving from place to place, never being opened. Warehouse, to storage, to a store. I was placed within a dark bag, and was shipped off. I was in the mail once again. I could hear that I was placed into a metal box. A mailbox, perhaps? Waiting once again, I hear the box open, and a hitched breath. The bag is grabbed, and the thudding of talking on wooden stairs is heard, excitedly humming as a door opened and closed. The bag was opened to a bright light. I was pulled out of the bag to see a young woman though the second layer of plastic bag. She opens the plastic bag that has held me captive for so many years, and her smile widens as she brings her thumb up to my cheek.

"He's a little smaller than what I was expecting, but he's still perfect." She whispered to herself. I was perfect? She took a pair of scissors off of the table next to her and gently removed the tag from my hand, and the plastic ring from my hand.

Nowadays I sleep exclusively between her breasts. Pinned between her and a Squishmallow she has dubbed Dr. Curt Conners. Occasionally she will pet my thin hair, cradle my head with a single hand, and she still caresses my cheek with her thumb. I hear her heart race, and she whispers "Oh Vash, you're so perfect." As she is undoubtedly reading the Manga I'm from, or some fanfiction. We've watched the anime together in bits and pieces. I can see why she likes me.

She wakes up early, even before the sun can. She gives me a kiss on the forehead, sets me aside on a pillow, and strokes my cheek before stumbling out of bed to start her day. She gives me a smile or a wink if she isn't able to give me a verbal "I'll be home later, Vash! Love you!"

When she changes clothes, she usually does so in her room, where I'm nearby. Usually facing away from me, I can't help but look. She's beautiful. The way her hair sways, the little jumps she does as she puts pants on, the curving of her waist when she takes her shirt off, all contribute to her beauty. When she turns around, no matter what part of the process, she makes eye contact with me, giving me a knowing smile. I'd probably die if I ever admitted that I had been watching.

I just want to give her more. That's what I think to myself every day when I sit with the other plushies in the small bins on the floor next to her bed. She's so kind, she truly loves me (even if it is just who I was designed after), and I can tell that she wishes so badly for me to be real. I can almost hear her heart ache, and her breath hitch, late into the night when she squeezes me tightly. She lightly whispers my name, sometimes wishing that the spiky haired man in the red coat were really there.

But she is not always so sad. I love to see her dance around the house, music playing through her headphones, occasionally belting out lyrics to the songs she's listening to. The food she makes always smells delicious, but as I am inanimate, I can't eat. I would eat anything she made if I could. We watch other anime together. Usually curled up in the sofa chair in a blanket, I watch as I'm cuddled under the blanket with her, and facing the screen, not that I'd complain about the content. She plays video games. Ones that aren't necessarily too complicated or competitive, and usually have a good story.

We have so much fun together, and I'm… not even real. I can't interact with her. Talking, cuddling, laughing, I can't do any of that. She deserves more. I want to be The Humanoid Typhoon for her. I want to be six foot tall, not ten or so inches. I want to tell her that her food is a delicacy. I want to say jokes to make her laugh, I want to hold her in my arms. I want to pet her hair and run my thumb along her cheek. I want to give her kisses on her forehead, even more so, her lips. I can tell she is loved. Friends, family, and even co-workers. She talks on the phone, and I see her messages. But she's still so lonely. A person as wonderful as her deserves to be loved by the guy I'm modeled after. She deserves that much.

#trigun #vash the stampede #vash x reader #trigun brain rot #Toy Story au #Ckasel's Delusions

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w3bheadz · 5 months

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Aquaphobia Series Look After You

This is a Johanna and Annie fic (You can take it as romantic or platonic!!) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

ANNIE'S POV

I remember the train. It was quick, speeding by all of the green hills on the way to District 7. It was quick, but it still took 8 hours to get there.

I'd been on my way to visit Johanna. She hadn't replied to anyone in a few days, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried.

If I had known what I would see when I got there, I'm not sure what I would have done.

Now, I sit in the front doorway, staring in confusion as I took in the once beautiful mansion, now completely dark and destitute. How long had my dear friend lived like this? “Johanna?” I called out, setting down my bag and looking into some of the rooms of her house. All the rooms were empty, looking almost as if no one lived here at all. She wasn’t there, so I climbed the stairs to her room. All it took was one peak inside of the door to see that Johanna was in there, and she probably hadn’t left in days.

“Oh, Jo...” My heart broke as I walked into the room and sat on the edge of her bed. She barely moved, but I could see where she was. “Annie, what are you doing here?” She asked, a bit of bite to her words. I understood though, No one wanted others to see them at their lowest, and this appeared to be Johanna’s.

“Jo, I’m here to help... Will you let me help you?” Johanna sighed, slowly sitting up. the comforter fell from her body, confirming more to me that she probably hadn’t eaten well in a while.. She looked too thin.

Her eyes drifted to my baby bump. I was about 4 or 5 months along now, so it was more noticeable than when she left. It seemed as though that sparked a small curiosity in her otherwise dull eyes. “How many months have you got left?” I only shrugged “I’m about.. Halfway through, I think? The baby will be here soon... But for now, I’m perfectly capable of being here and helping you out, okay? I want to help you.” I took her hands in mine. Cold. Too Cold. “Let me help you, Jo,” I said, holding her hands in my lap, trying to warm them. Johanna finally gave in with a small nod. I led her to the bathroom, not letting go of her. I knew what she’d gone through in the Capitol, and I knew what was about to happen was NOT going to help keep away any resurfacing memories. There was still something so off about her, but I knew that it wasn’t something she could control. It was the trauma shutting her down. I, of all people, would know how that felt. I led her to sit on the toilet seat before leaning over and filling the tub with warm water. A comforting haze took over the mood of what was so cold and so dark. The orange light of the vanity light shadowed over Johanna’s face, accentuating the dark circles under her eyes. She looked frozen. Almost as if she didn’t feel human anymore. I could sadly relate to that probably more than anyone else, if I was honest. Once the water was at a good level, I helped her stand, undress, and get into the water. I saw her fear, her panic. It was as if she were letting me see how she truly felt for once. Johanna wasn’t a person to show much emotion. She was always so angry. Fear wasn’t something I’d ever seen on her before, and my heart broke. “Johanna, It’s okay, I’m here. I won’t leave you, I promise. Just relax, we’ll get you right as rain.” I tried to reassure as much as I could, but there was still that internal fear that I’d never be good enough. Finnick had been the one to comfort people, I’d never been good at it. I wanted to get better. For Johanna, and for this baby. I sat on the edge of the tub, her hand still held tightly in mine as she tried to get comfortable in the water. “Are you alright?” I asked softly, running my fingers through her short hair, trying to get her attention. “Yeah.. It’s weird, I guess?” she answered hesitantly. “It's like a constant loop, but for the first time in weeks I just can’t seem to put it off. I fell into this cycle, and I eventually just couldn’t get out of bed…” She leaned her head onto my lap, staring at the tile wall. I nodded slowly. “I think I understand that, I wish you would have told me, though.”

“Sorry, Annie.. I just didn’t want to bother you with it, you’re so busy with the whole pregnancy thing, I didn’t want to add anything else to your plate.”

I sighed quietly, my free hand playing with the hem of my shirt. “You wouldn’t have bothered me, Johanna, I want you to know that I care about you. I don’t want you going through this alone, okay?” She just nodded again, sinking further into the warm water of the tub. “Come here” I said, grabbing the showerhead to wash Johanna’s hair. I made sure to have it on the lowest setting before guiding the hose over her short, spiky hair. The spikes flattened against her head as I ran the stream of water over her head. The hand she was still holding tightly to tightened its grip. I didn’t know the intensity of the torture she’d indured, but I knew it was bad when I heard her screams from my cell every night. I lowered the shower head so it was off her head, smoothing her hair back and out of her eyes. “Check in, are you doing alright?”

Johanna only nodded, not opening her eyes, her hand still holding onto mine like a lifeline. It was difficult, but I managed to find shampoo and wash her hair with one hand. If She needed to hold my hand to be able to do this, I wouldn’t ever make her let go. I rinsed out the shampoo after another quick check in.

After that, Johanna just went quiet. Johanna was never quiet before what the capitol had done to her. I was glad they were gone. That President Snow was dead. I only wish I could have been there to see it.

It wasn’t until hours later, when she had gotten out of the water, when I made her soup with the small group of ingredients in her almost empty kitchen that she spoke again. We were in the kitchen. Johanna was sitting at the table while I did the dishes after dinner. “Thanks, Annie. I know you didn’t plan on taking care of a baby when you came to visit.” I could hear it in her tone. She was trying to make a joke, but I could see the embarrassment in her expression. “Jo, I don’t mind taking care of you, I thought it was nice.” I started simply, wiping down the counter. “I was worried when you stopped responding, so seeing you alive was reassuring.” Johanna sighed quietly “I don’t know what even happened. I was feeling fine when I left the capitol, but when I got back to 7, everything just started to fall apart… is that normal?” “I would say nothing of the mind is normal, Jo. It's all so confusing, but with the right people, you heal. I wouldn’t say you can forget anything that happened, but it helps on the days where you feel that paralyzing feeling.” I hummed, putting away the last dish “If anyone understands you, It’s me. I promise you.” “How do you seem so okay, Annie? You lost your family, and you’re here consoling me, talking me through all of this.. Are you even okay?” I froze for a moment, not knowing how to reply to her question. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the impact of what my answer actually was. “I don’t think I’m okay. I don’t think I’m anything of the sort, but I know you aren’t either. Sometimes, healing together is what helps, you know? I think healing alone isn’t actually healing, its self isolation. You make yourself think that you don’t need anyone else, that you can get through it on your own.” I felt my throat tighten at what I was saying “Thats what Mags had told me what it was like after her games.. She had gotten her heart broken in the Arena, and came home to her entire family dead.. No one was there for her, I didn’t want you to have to suffer the same fate.” Johanna stood shakily and opened her arms. She’d never been much of a physical touch person, so it surprised me, but at that moment I didn’t really care. I fell into her arms, feeling as though if I said another word, I’d cry. “Neither of us can do this alone, Johanna..” “I know, Annie… I know.” Johanna sighed, wrapping her arms around me tightly, resting her chin on my shoulder. “From now on, we’re a team, okay? You and I against the world.” I nodded “Why don’t you move back to 4 with me, Jo? Then you won’t be so far away, I have a house that doesn’t look dark and ransacked.. Did you ever decorate when you first moved in?” “That’s a great question, Annie. The answer to that is I tried? I realized I wasn’t good, and then didn’t try again.” Johanna said, laughing. Her laugh was like music to my ears. I hadn’t heard it in a while. “I think it’s a good idea, ann. I’ll move.” I sighed happily, hugging her as tight as I could. I knew not being alone would help her, but I think it could help me as well. With Mags and Finnick gone, I’d been alone with the exception of Katniss and Peeta’s visits, the occasional drop in from Mrs. Everdeen to check on the baby. I was glad to have a roommate.

“We’ll wait til morning for any more plans, Annie, you look exhausted” Johanna decided, pulling away from the hug and leading me to her room that we had cleaned earlier. “You don’t mind sharing, right?” I shook my head “I don’t mind at all” A little bit later, we were in bed, just looking at each other. “Do you ever miss them?” Johanna asked.

“Everyday” I answered simply.

“Have you found out what the baby was yet?” was her next question. “Yeah, I’m going to have a little boy” I responded

As the night went on, we asked questions back and forth til the early morning. When we had finally fallen asleep, it was in each others arms, the comfort of knowing someone there helping the nightmares stay away for once.

#the hunger games #mags flanagan #annie cresta #finnick x annie #johanna mason #finnick odair #Johannie #Johanna x Annie #Johanna Mason x Annie Cresta #thg fanfiction #katniss everdeen #thg series #hunger games #mockingjay #thg #thgedit

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mochiswifey · 2 years

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Kanji Mochizuki X Yakuza Princess

Sequel to Skeletons

CW: Angst. Smut. I wanted to capture the mentality of being betrayed and trying to save a failing marriage. So, expect the character to be a mess and have a back-and-forth mindset.

“Is that for me?” He asks as he slowly enters the kitchen.

The voice you once loved so much makes your skin itch now. As if you were bitten by millions of insects.

You didn’t dare to look at him and kept on preparing the lunchbox.

After finding out that you were alive and pregnant Kanji was overjoyed. Although…. He was also infuriated at the fact you chose to hide under Shion’s protection. But all of that means nothing now.

Even thought you were reluctant to leave Shion… You came with him because you love him? And for him that’s all that matters.

“Hey…” He rested his chin on your shoulder as he wrapped his enormous arms around your waist.

You froze like a haunted statue.

You didn’t want to upset him but his touch. The touch that you once crave now makes you nauseous.

“K-Kanji. You never ate the lunch I packed you. You threw them away remember?”

You tried your best to hide the devastation but your voice betrayed you.

He knew.

He knew what you were feeling but he has no idea how to give you a remedy.

There was an awful silence after that.

It was painful seeing him with a woman so beautiful and so mature- it was painful to see him with the woman you’ve tried to turn into.

But it was also painful to learn that all of the things you did meant nothing to him.

It was painful to know the gifts you gave him went to his men like it was just trash from the moment he received them.

It was painful to know that he always threw away the lunches you packed him.

It was once bliss to be with him now? It’s painful to be with him.

Because now you know that everything was a house of cards.

And because you know that he only started loving you because he lost the woman he thought loved him.

“This is for Shion.”

You pry his hands off of you and moved to grab the bag you sewed.

Kanji stood at the place you left him until you finished packing Shion’s lunch.

You didn’t have the courage to look at him. It wasn’t fear that you’re feeling. It was disgust and anger.

“I’ll eat it. Please make my lunch too.”

You felt your heart ache. And the want to shed tears suddenly appears.

His voice sounded so broken and so regretful. It’s because Kanji is truly regretting the way he treated you. The way he didn’t realize that you’re the only one who truly loved him.

But it won’t change the fact that he once wanted you dead.

It won’t change the fact that he loved a different woman.

It won’t change the fact that if only the woman he loved wasn’t a traitor… His view of you wouldn't have changed.

Even he won’t deny the truth that if only his perfect mistress didn’t betray and lie to him. He would still see you as nothing. He would still despise and wished you to be dead.

He only loved you because he lost her.

“I- I don’t think you should eat my cooking.” You tell him softly as you slowly turn around to face him. You weren’t sure how to answer his request but you’re not up for it.

“I’m not a good cook. I’m sure it tasted terrible that it made you throw away every single lunch I made. I don’t want to burden you with my horrible cooking-“

“No! You’re a great cook” He stops you.

“Then w-why?”

Your voice cracked and it was enough to express your sorrows.

You already knew why.

But you needed to hear it from him. It’s not because you want closure. But because you want more reason to loathe him that no matter how much he seemingly changed into a saint you’ll never forgive him.

His eyes were glossy and he was holding back his tears. Your eyes were the same as his. Both of you were devastated but for different reasons.

5:00 am.

You were up and already in the kitchen making him breakfast and lunch.

A smile on your face as you pour your heart into his food yet all of it ends up in the garbage.

He threw it all away while Shion ate all of it even if it’s not something he wants or even if it tasted a little bland.

He opened his mouth to say something but he was interrupted when the doorbell rang. You chuckled before turning around and grabbing the food you made.

“Hey!” You greet Shion as you hand him his lunch.

“Nice! Thank you so much!” He winks at you as he examines the bag.

“Wait. Is this hand made?”

“Yup. I got bored so I crafted you a lunch-bag”

Hearing the two of you get along made Kanji furious.

You’re his woman.

But then again. He treated you like shit.

You were peacefully sleeping until you woke up to feel his body pressed against yours.

“You’re awake.” He whispers behind your ear making your heart beat race.

You were never this quiet. You were loud and talkative. You’ve always asked him about his day at work, tell him stories, and myths, you talk about anything.

Now you barely say a word to him.

“What time is it?” You asked and you felt him lift his arm up looking at his watch.

It is the same watch as the one Shion has. He got it because you told Shion the watch looks good on him.

Kanji is still waiting for your compliment.

“3:26”

“I see.”

“You used to always talk around this time. You talked to me about everything.”

“I did.”

Kanji kissed the back of your ear before running his hand up and down to your swollen belly.

“Would you like to tell me anything?”

He was trying to make you open your heart to him once more.

“No…. I’ll go back to sleeping.”

“I- I see.”

You closed your eyes hoping to feel a deep slumber but his presence was too much for you.

“I love you.”

You’ll whisper to him every night as you face his back. Hoping he’ll say it to you. But he never did.

“I love you.” He says this time but you said nothing.

He knows that you're not asleep and that you've heard him perfectly fine. It hurts him.

Because all he wants now is for you to love him.

Waking up you expected him to be gone but he was still by your side. It would've been nice if he did the same while you were still in love with him. He sat up and removed a piece of your hair that is covering your face

"Good morning." He says before placing a kiss on your swollen belly.

"You're late for work." Kanji chuckled and you weren't sure if it's because he's amused or if he noticed the eagerness of you to see him gone.

"It's fine. You're more important."

"I have work. It's fucking important don't you get it?"

It's silly to remember those words. But that's what he would always say when you try to make him stay. Though, now. It's clear that he wasn't going to work but rather to his mistress.

"Tell me. What would we name our kid?" He turns your face with his thumb and leaned closer to you. His cock pressed up against the crack of your ass almost making you moan.

"K-kanji."

"Hmm?" He playfully hovers his lips to yours. His caramel eyes were glued to yours and you hated the closeness.

Because it reminded you the days where you were in love with him.

"You liked being spoon didn't you?"

"I- I"

"What?"

You tried to turn your face away from him but he gripped on your chin and licked your lips making you squirm.

"Shh... don't fight."

“N-no. I don’t want-“

“You love me don’t you?”

“P-please don’t do this. I can’t- argh!” A loud scream came out of your mouth and you gripped on his arms digging your nails on his flesh.

“Baby- what-“ Kanji eyes widen in horror as he felt something wet soak his pants.

“M-my water broke.” You whisper trying to catch your breath.

“You’re not due until next-“

“F-fuck! I know you want me dead but please! P-please I want our child to live. T-take me to the hospital.”

He was mortified to hear your words. He felt his heart stabbed by a dagger.

Do you still think he hates you?

He did but now? He loves you and you’re his life. Why can’t you get it?

He was puzzled and hurt but he threw that away because in that instant your life and the child you two created are on the line.

He hopped down from the bed and carefully carried you to his car.

“Gosh…. It hurts so bad.” Your vision was blurry and the contraction is getting worse.

Your mother had the same experience during her pregnancy with you. You were a pain from the start. So, it’s no wonder for you that your mother never liked you.

“Shh… don’t worry. It’s fine. I’m here. Nothing bad will happen.” Kanji comforts you as he took your pale hand and placed kisses on it.

“I’m scared…”

You whispered sweat dripping from your forehead.

“N-no. Don’t be. We have the best doctors. You’ll be fine.” He says and as the pain starts to worsen you were glad he was able to drive the car fast enough while maintaining your safety and arrive at the hospital.

The doctors were terrified at the fact you’re giving birth prematurely. Not only yours and your baby’s life are on the line the doctors’s life too.

They know they will die with you if they fail to deliver the baby.

“Gosh… K-Kanji.”

After getting dressed into a hospital gown your doctor told you that you weren’t dilated enough so you laid on the bed with Kanji sitting by your side never letting your hand go.

“I-I I hate you.” You whisper but unlike the other times it was lighthearted and it made him chuckle despite hating the fact that you’re in pain.

“W-why? What did I do now.” He asked before placing a kiss on your hand again.

“Y-you’re fucking huge. I know our baby w-will be big too.” He rolled his eyes before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“We should’ve had the doctor tell us the gender-“

“It’s better as a surprise.” You cut him off before pointing at the water in the nightstand. Kanji nodded and handed it to you.

“F-fuck. If I die-“

“You’re not going to-“

“But if I did.” You’re tired but you manage to use your strength to make him listen.

“I-if I die. Please take care of our child.”

“You won’t die okay? You’ll be with me and I’ll be with you even after the end.” He holds your hand tighter and leaned his forehead against yours.

A dreadful feeling spread across your chest as you realize this moment was supposed to be of union. But you cannot push yourself to have the same feeling because the betrayal he did still hurts.

You contemplated on asking him but… the pain of the past pushed you to do so.

“I don’t look like her.”

“Stop.” He immediately dismisses you.

“You owe me this much. Please… tell me everything I want to know.” Kanji didn’t want to talk about her but you’re right. He owes you this much.

“I- I loved you. I loved you so much. Remember the first time I made you lunch? I took cooking lessons for half a year just to make sure it wasn’t bad. But… did you even taste it? Or did you throw it away? Or did-“

“I opened it and thought of it as trash. That day she came to my office and had lunch made for me. I- I threw it away but if I knew she was a traitor-“ You hushed him before closing your eyes.

It hurts.

Both of you are hurting.

“Before you found out she was a traitor did you start to feel something for me? Even if…. Even just a pinched?”

“I love you now-“

“Please….”

“No.” He told the harsh truth. He only realized he loves you after you revealed the betrayal his mistress did.

“But I told you right? The night I found you at Shion’s I would love you till the end of times-“

“Don’t. Please. C-can we pretend that everything didn’t happen. Just for this day? Can we pretend that we got married, you never betrayed me, you loved me and now we’re having our first child?” You stopped him from making promises and as much as he wanted to continue he nodded and placed his lips over yours.

“I love you.”

He says and he hopes that you’ll say it back even if it’s just a lie but you didn’t.

He knew you’re not a liar but he hopes you will someday tell him a white lie. Just once and he’ll be happy forever.

After 5 hours of excruciating pain you were finally 10cm dilated and was ready to give birth.

“Argh!” You wanted to curse but the pain was too much you couldn’t form words.

“You’re doing good…” Your husband smiles at you as he lets you dig your nails on his arms. He has your legs lifted on the air to help you push out the baby.

“I-I I I can’t. It hurts so m-much argh!” Another sharp excruciating pain.

“Just a little. You’re doing good. Three more push and the baby will be out.” The doctors says and it gave you hope.

Your mind was fuzzy and all you want is to see your baby. To see-

“Last push.”

“Gosh!” One last grip and you hear your baby crying. Tears flooded your eyes as you felt victory over everything.

“Congratulations it’s a boy.” The doctor says before placing your baby on your chest.

“He’s so beautiful.” Kanji kissed your forehead and you felt his tear drop on your shoulder.

“We created him. Of course he is.”

Those words gave Kanji hope that maybe… you’ll love him again.

“Yes.” He simply smiles.

“Oh hell nah! My nephew!” Shion burst in your room holding dozens of present.

“The hell are you doing here?” Kanji got infuriated as you thought he would be but you quickly smack his bicep making him sit back down.

“Come Shion. Say hello to Kenji.”

Kanji smiled after hearing the name you chose for your baby boy. Before Shion burst in the two of you were talking about baby names and you kept saying that Kenji looks exactly like Kanji except for the eyebrow and the eye color.

“Hey Kenji. I’m your cool uncle. I’m a cool uncle not like a lame ass boring ass uncle. If you want drugs-“

“Hey!” You scolded him making him move away laughing.

“Joke!”

“Hey Shion why don’t you get out and let us have some peace for a moment.” Kanji interrupted and you rolled your eyes. Now that you’re not pregnant anymore you could easily leave him.

Maybe even fake your own death and live happily with Shion.

“My sister needs me.” Shion stood up for the very first time to Kanji.

Whenever Kanji gets aggressive with him he usually backs down but this time it’s a big no.

Not only you but he also got a nephew to protect from the man who hurt you not long ago.

Just 9 months and 2 days ago to be exact.

“She’s my wife.”

Kanji spat out as he stood. His forehead’s veins popped out as he pulled up to Shion’s face.

Shion knows he wouldn’t win against Kanji but he’s Shion the great leader of the 9th generation black dragons and since when did he care about losing a fight when all he did was lose to all of them.

“I’m the one who saved her from drowning after your pussy ass betrayed her-“

“You fucking-“

“Kanji. Try to harm him and I will never forgive you.” Your voice echoed just as he was about to punch Shion.

His fist stopped midair and Shion gave him a smirk.

“He’s right. He saved me. Took care of me when no one else wanted to…. He placed the smile I lost back to my face so please… I would never forgive myself if something happens to him because of me.” Your voice broke and Kenji started crying.

Kanji stepped away from Shion and returned to your side.

The atmosphere was heavy but Shion remained and the two of you tried your best to uplift the mood.

“You did well.” Kanji spoke after coming back from placing Kenji at the private nursery.

“Thank you husband.” He chuckled before standing behind you and placing his chin on your shoulder. You were irked by his closeness but decide to tolerate it for a few more days.

“What are you doing standing in front of the mirror?” He asked as he runs his hands down to your hips.

“I’m worried for Kenji. I barely gained any weight and I’m scared for his health. Maybe I did something wrong?”

“N-no. You were eating healthy and you were always active. Kenji is in good health. Now you need to rest and get your body back to health.” He comforts you wanting you to know that you did a great job and will always do a great job.

“I can’t wait to feel you again.” He whispers on your ear. Before trying to lift your nightgown.

“K-kanji. I just gave birth.” He stopped trying after he noticed that you were uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry. It’s just… I I want to fuck you so bad.” He confesses and a blush spreads across his cheeks. You almost chuckle at how adorable and helpless he looked.

“Do you…”

“Yes… I think about you every night. I fuck my palms while I imagine you under me. Digging your nails on my back. Biting my lip like you you used to.” His deep voice and dirty talk. It almost made you want to push him down and ride his dick until you got pregnant again but you break the thoughts because it’s just…

You still can’t forget his infidelity.

“I’ll spread my legs wide open for you when I’m ready.” You turned around and placed a kiss on his chest before going back to your bed.

“When will that be?”

“When the crows hair turns white.”

“Kenji! Look! This is an apple!” You show your son a picture of an apple and he picks up the apple toy near him.

“Yes! That’s right. That’s an apple.”

“Kenji.” Kanji suddenly appeared out of nowhere and called out for his son.

“Kenji, papa is back.” You picked up your son and stood up handing him to your husband.

He kisses your boy before trying to kiss you but you stepped away pretending to pick up toys scattered around.

“You’re early-“

“Where’s my kiss?”

“Huh?”

“Kiss me.” He demands as he jiggles Kenji.

“Kenji, Mama is being a bully she doesn’t want to kiss Papa.” Kenji had his hands all over Kanji’s face and your heart flutters seeing him so affectionate to your son.

“Only because Kenji is so adorable.” You tell him before gripping on his waist as a support and tiptoeing.

He made it easier for you to reach his lips by leaning and you quickly peck on his.

“Okay… we’ll do a lot more than that in the bedroom. Anyways, what did my boy do today?” Kanji asks as he leads the two of you to the sofa.

“We went out to the park, museum and a lot of educational park.”

“Why didn’t you invite me?”

“Because I don’t like you.” You let the words slip out of your mouth and he looks at you surprised.

You were surprised at your words as well making you crack up.

“That’s so cold. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.” You apologize as you laugh at your carelessness.

Kanji smiled noticing you were laughing the way you did when you were in love with him. The hope he has for the two of you is starting to grow more and more.

He also noticed that you’re wearing the same attire you were wearing the first few months of your marriage. You’re returning to your old self.

And hopefully the self that loved him.

“I uh… I was hoping to take you and Kenji to the beach.” He shyly ask as he started bouncing Kenji on his lap.

“Beach? Are you sure? I recall you being grumpy every time we go to the beach. You said you hated-“

“I don’t remember saying that. I love the beach.” He tries playing dumb which irked you. It would’ve been better if he just laughed it off. But playing dumb? That’s different bullshit.

“Yeah. And I’m sure you loved me too.”

You sarcastically said before taking Kenji from him and taking him to his room.

Kanji was left dumbfounded on the couch trying to process what just happened.

After putting Kenji to sleep you kissed his chubby stomach, face and thighs before going to your bedroom.

You wanted to take a shower so you started taking off your dress forgetting about your husband.

“Hey-“

“Shit! Knock!” You tell at him as you cover your body. The lack of lighting made it hard to see his face but you immediately panic when he started waking towards you.

“Don’t. Kanji. I don’t wanna have sex with you. I don’t wanna-“ He ignored you and pulled you by your waist slamming your half naked body to his.

“Kanji-“ You look up to him and you were expecting a mischievous smile but there was none.

“You don’t love me anymore don’t you?”

“Kanji-“

He slammed your body down to the bed climbing on top of you.

“What should I do to make you love me again?” He asked you as his hand wrapped around your throat.

You were kicking and squirming under him but you realized it was no use.

“I don’t know. You never did anything to make me fall in love with you in the first place. I was forced to marry you and I loved you. I loved you with all my heart yet you saw none of it and went ahead and fucked your mistress.” You took a breath before continuing.

“You build a family with her behind my back. Y-you you fucking went home to her and the kid you thought was yours while I wait for you to come home! Worried if you’re still alive or not! I killed my brother because he’s the one who told you to make me happy even if it’s a lie! I killed my brother-“ You started screaming the skeletons you’ve hidden for a long time. Your voice became weaker and weaker each sentence until it ended as a broken sound of a defeated woman.

“I killed my only blood because of you.”

You felt his tear drop between the valley of your breast and your breath hitched as he leans down to you.

“I’m in love with you.” He whispers over your lips hoping it would be a magic word.

He hope that it’s enough to make you love him as you did before.

“You only fell for me because she’s gone. What would you do if I said I lied about the documents? What would you do if I told you the documents I presented was forged and told you-“ You bit your lip as you wrapped your hand around his.

“What if I told you she never cheated on you and the kid was yours? Will you still love me?” Kanji didn’t know what to say.

He killed the woman he though he loved because you presented him documents and pictures of her betrayals. But-

What if it’s a lie?

“Will you still love me or will you choke me or give me a worst death than hers?” You asked tears falling from your eyes.

“You’ll kill me right? You’ll hate me. Because you would’ve never loved me if I didn’t show you those right?” You accuse him.

“You’re only in love with me because you lost her.”

He shakes his head before shoving his tongue into your mouth surprising you to the point you let him assault your mouth.

“Hmm-“ You started violently resisting him. He tightens his hold on your throat before giving you a break and piercing his eyes to yours.

“You’re wrong. I won’t care even if it’s a lie. Because now? You’re all I want. And you’ll love me. You’ll love me just the way you did. I’ll make sure of it.” His mouth then went down to suck on your already erected nipple making you squirm even more.

“You’re mine. Until and after I die. You're fucking mine.” He says in between sucking on your bud making your body tingle in pleasure. Though you try to resist, your body still misses the way he fucks you.

“I-I I don’t want you to treat me like you treated her.” You manage to say and he stopped his assault on you.

“If you really love me. Then, make love to me. Show me you really meant what you said. I know you were gentle before but make me feel your love.”

After listening to you he loosen his hold on your throat and fell silent for a few moments before completely letting you go.

He helped you sat up and he reach to open the night lamp on illuminating your face along with his.

“Can I make love to you?” He asks as he gently takes your hand and soothes your palm with his thumb.

“Y-yes…”

He smiles before lifting your chin with his thumb and licking your lips.

“You taste so fucking sweet.”

Kanji then slowly pushed you down deepening the kiss but unlike earlier it wasn’t a selfish act. It’s the two of you exploring each others mouth. Enjoying each other.

“Ah…” A moan escape your mouth as he played with your nipple circling his thumb over it and occasionally pinching and pushing on it.

Kanji surprised you even further when he started slurping on your ear sending tingles all over your body.

Your hands were wrapped around his shoulder but he took off his belt and tied your hands with it. You didn’t resist as you try to give him the benefit of the doubt that he’ll make love to you rather than fuck you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He says before licking your neck down to your lower abdomen.

“K-Kanji… fuck.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.” He says before pulling down your pants along with your underwear completely exposing your body to him.

“Fuck you’re so wet.” He pulled you down and rested your legs on his shoulder presenting your cunt to him in a better view.

“Argh…” Another moan escapes your mouth after he ran his soft tongue against your wet and sticky slit.

It was heaven but he wasn’t done. He pushed his tongue inside your hole making you sit up but he pushed you back down restraining you with his strong arms.

“Let me taste you.”

His tongue went up and down to your slit before he pushed it back in to collect your juices. The lewd sound his tongue and lips made sent you to the edge and made you wetter and wetter.

“Hmm- f-fuck. Too m’ch! “

“N-no keep them open for me.”

He says as he sucks to your clit.

"Fill me! P-Please please I need you so fuckin' bad, inside me please?" You pleaded. You felt him smirk before coming back up to lick your neck up to your lips.

"What...? You want me where?" He mischievously asked.

"I-inside me, please? I- I I want your cock inside me. Fill me." He chuckles before placing a soft kiss on your cheek and entering you.

It's been almost a year since the last time the two of you fucked and the sensation of his veiny thick cock slowly entering you was heaven.

"F-fuck, t-tight." He moans his lips hovering over yours and hands gripping your waist.

"B-baby... harder." Your hands were on his chest trembling from the insane pleasure he's giving you.

The way the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot makes you forget all of his sins, all you could think of right now is how much you love the way he fucks you and how much you've been missing this sensation.

He wraps your legs around his waist and leaned down to nibble on your lips. His pace was steady taking his time making sure you were having the best sex in your life, unlike the days when he would practically pound into you like a dog just so he could finish fast and go to his mistress.

"I'll fuckin' come inside you kay? Gonna knock you up again so you'll stay with me forever."

You didn't agree with his opinion but you could always take plan b so, you let him fuck you to oblivion and paint your gummy walls white until his seed was leaking out of your hole and could no longer fit inside you.

You blink a few times trying to adjust to the sunlight coming from the window. You noticed that Kanji was gone from the bed and a bitter laugh came out of your mouth.

He never changes.

You thought before feeling relief to know that you still have a reason to despise him-

"Good morning." He enters the room with a tray of food.

"What-"

"Breakfast in bed?" He smiles as he sets the tray in front of you. Your eyes fell on the perfectly made food. You should be happy instead you felt sick to your stomach.

"D-did you make this?"

"Surprisingly I did."

Not once in the whole marriage has he done this to you, but you can't help but wonder how many times has he done this to her.

"I- I'm not hungry-"

"Please try it-" "I'll try it later- look. I'm still fucking stressed about the fact that if they found out I'm the one who killed my brother they'll fucking kill me okay? So-"

"I won't let them and Mikey has everything under control-"

"Kanji, what if you get bored of me? Will you just throw me away? I have no control over my own fuckin' men and I'm basically on your mercy-"

"Why do you keep thinking of that?"

Once again, you shake your head a bitter smile plastered on your face showing your disbelief.

Yesterday was bliss. But even then you can't help but look back and connect everything to the past.

To his sins.

"Why do I think of that? Are you seriously asking me why?"

"I don't wanna fucking talk to you." You snapped standing up and leaving him alone. He tried to grab your hand but you glared at him and harshly pulled it away from his touch.

Kanji was devastated at the fact that you still have a hatred for him. He had hope that you'll forgive him but it's slowly losing light.

He can't blame you, no one has ever loved you truly without any condition and no one has ever loved you and didn't get bored of you.

There wasn't even a reason why you had fallen for him. But he decide to disregard all of that and now he's experiencing the same treatment he gave you. Only this time he deserves all of it.

He decide to give you space for a few days and that was the biggest mistake he has done next to him cheating on you.

Because in that few days you've decided that you can't love him anymore.

"Shion. I don't know what to do anymore." You confessed. Shion stopped bouncing Kenji on his lap and turned to look at you. His brows furrowed not sure what to say.

"Have you tried counseling?"

"Don't make me laugh. Have you gone to counseling?" You chuckled and threw a question at the man you've replaced your brother with. Only this time he's loyal and the only one who showed you loved without a hefty price.

"No, I'm a broken peanut there's no fixing me." You rolled your eyes and rested your back to the sofa.

"But... broken things are either fixed, replaced or abandoned. It's up to you."

His words echoed and penetrated your soul. Shion was never rational, smart, or understandable. But he gave you help more than anyone could've ever given you.

Yes, there might be a bright future ahead for the three of you but you also know that fixing broken trust will lead to no good ending. At last, you made your choice.

You loved his smiles, his touches, his voice, his smell and, you worshipped the ground he walked on.

But it's all in the past now.

The love turned into misery and there's no fixing it no matter how many promises were made.

Kanji was the only man you loved. And for no apparent reason. He shook your heart to the point you've lost yourself.

But back then it was fine because in exchange of losing yourself you got his smile.

It would've been nice if it was genuine but now you couldn't even keep those memories because they're just a wild deception made by him.

"Kanji." He was surprised to see you standing in front of the door. His heart flutters thinking everything is going back to normal.

You waiting for him to come home so you could eat dinner with him. Planning the amazing life you three will have, vacations, adventures.

"Sorry for making you wait and not coming home for two days, I'll come home every day and I- I wanted to give you space and I'm so sorry if you feel-"

"I can't love you anymore."

You knew there's no point of hiding it.

"W-what?" He couldn't believe- he didn't believe the words he heard.

You pulled out a knife as you walk toward him. His eyes landed on it and thought that maybe you'll stab him and leave to him die-

You took his hand and placed the knife on it instead. Everything slowed down for him.

He didn't understand what you were trying to do but he was too occupied on the devastation of everything happening.

You closed his hand and guided it to point the knife to your heart.

"I can't forgive you."

He says nothing as his eyes filled up with tears.

"I tried to forget everything but the pain you've inflicted on my heart has already corrupted and tainted everything." You lifted your eyes from his chest to his eyes.

He expected to see anger but the pain was what he saw. The pain of knowing there could've been a bright future. A future that wasn't ruined by betrayal.

"I loved you but- I just can't go on with this life with you like nothing had ever happened. It haunts me." You confess.

There would be peaceful nights where you could sleep soundly but there are nights where you'll wake up terrified and sick at the fact that everything has just been a lie to manipulate you.

Even after he confessed that he loves you- It wasn't enough to recreate the trust you had in him.

Years, it's years that he lied to you. It's years that he built a family behind your back stabbing you each time he lies.

"I- I I love you. You don't have to forgive me-"

"You let me leave you with my son or you kill me." You pushed his hand harshly and the tip of the knife started penetrating your skin scaring him.

"N-no." "YOU KILL ME OR LET ME GO!" You screamed trying to push the knife further to your chest-

"I- S-stop. Stop. Please stop." He falls to his knees dropping the knife to the floor. The sound of it hitting the floor echoed along the sobs of the man you've once love.

"I-"

"I will gladly share the custody of Kenji with you. But, there's no future for us."

He clings to you and you let him take the warmth he needs because after this he'll never have the same chance to take it from you.

"It's not only you Kanji. I also made a huge mistake by not taking caution. I shouldn't have fallen for you."

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Hey Bestie 🖤 I have a Valek request if it's okay ☺️ I want to know how he would react if he would fall in love with someone who experienced abuse in her past? Like she doesn't tell him but he notices it by her behavior. How would he react and handle her telling him about her past. Take your time Bestie 🖤 I love you 🤗

Absolutely bestie! I hope you like it, love you too 💚💚💚

Being in a relationship with Valek was so diffrent from your previous relationship. For one, Valek would never do anything to upset your or hurt you, whereas your previous boyfriend Luke enjoyed tormenting you. Luke would physically emotionally and mentally abuse you, to the point that you wouldn't be able to even speak a word for days. Valek was your friend before you got together, but you never told him about what you had experienced with your ex. Valek was besotted with you, he adored every part of you and always did everything in his power to make you smile, and you truly loved him for that. It had only been a few weeks since you'd got together, and you hadn't been physical yet, you weren't comfortable being intimate until you figured out a way to explain your skittishness. You had flashbacks and memories of Luke, and it got in the way of your future with Valek, but everyday you tried to mentally face those battles and try to fight through them, but unfortunately, it wasn't always easy.

There was an evening you were sat in Valek's mansion, in the kitchen as he was talking to one of his higher vampire friends. And during this conversation, Valek raised his arm very quickly up in the air as they were discussing something, and it unexpectedly made you flinch. You just tried to brush it off and pretend that noone noticed, but Valek did, and he was worried about you. That same night, you were in yours and Valeks master bedroom of the mansion, just getting dressed into your pyjama shorts and t shirt, when Valek walked in and closed the door behind him, pressing his back against it as he looked at you with a concerned face. "Valek? Are you alright?" "My treasure, theres something I need to discuss with you" "Uhh, ok?" You sit down on the bed and Valek sits beside you, placing his hand delicately over yours. "Y/N, my beautiful treasure, I want to discuss with you what happend earlier this evening"

You knew what this was about, and you had hoped it was something you could forget, but alas, the cat was now out of the bag. "Are you afraid of me?" "What? Valek no I would never be afraid of you, please dont think that" "I thought that might be the case, after you flinched from my hand" You hang your head in shame and look at the floor as you say the next thing. "It just, gave me flashbacks...that's all" His hand slowly reaches out to you and his finger rests delicately under your chin, bringing it back up to meet his piercing blue eyes. "Flashbacks of what?" He asks in a gentle tone, not wanting to do anything that would frighten you. "Do you...do you remember Luke?" "I belive so, he was your ex boyfriend wasn't he? Why would you have flashbacks of him when i-......" Its then that it suddenly dawns on him what you mean, and his eyes change from concern to sadness. Sympathy etched on his face as he takes you in his arms and holds you against his chest, stroking down your back with one hand, the other resting on your head, planting a kiss against your forhead.

"Oh my sweet treasure, I'm so sorry. Whatever he did to you please know that you didnt deserve it" "I was planning on telling you Valek, honestly. I was just trying to find the right time. I hope your not mad at me" "What? Why would I ever be mad at you?" Still holding you, his hand moves to your cheek as he gently cups it and looks down deep into your eyes. "I love you with every fibre of my being, and I would never be angry at you, or treat you any less than the pure angel you are" He leans down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, even for the strongest vampire, he was so gentle. "May I ask what he did? Was it just verbal? Or was he?..." You cant find the bravery to say the words, so instead you just show him instead. You pull away from him so you can sit infront of him, and that's where you roll up one of the sleeves on your arm, revealing an assortment of scars and cigarette burns. His hand reaches out and holds the back of your arm, and his other hands fingers glide over the injuries, fury growing on his face. "Other than punches to the face and eyes, this was the only other place he hurt me. I think it was because he hated me doing anything with it, it's my dominant arm and I'm guessing he didn't want me to-" "It was because you were trapped with a monster! Dont make excuses for him Y/N. What he did to you was cruel and evil. You should never have been treated like this"

His eyes change just for a moment when they look back into yours. "My treasure, may I please do something? I wish to remove these for you" "Remove them? How? Their scars Valek, scars are permanent" "Not when I'm around. Being a vampire, I have many abilities, and one of them is healing saliva. Haven't you ever noticed that when you have a headache, after I kiss you it miraculously disappears?" It takes you a moment to realise it "Oh my god! I never noticed that before! I thought it was just my imagination" "No my treasure, its because I'm able to heal you. Please? Can I take these away from you?" This was the kindest thing he has ever done, and he's done many things. You smile and nod, and he brings your arm up a little closer to his lips, that's when he stars leaving kisses along all the scars and burns left by Luke. Literally disappearing before your eyes as he kisses all the way down to the tips of your fingers. There arent any injuries there, but I think he is just enjoying the moment. "Valek, I dont know what to say..." His hand cups your cheek and his thumb glides delicately over your bottom lip. "Dont say anything my beautiful treasure, your smile is everything I could ever need" You cant help the wave of emotions that wash over you, unable to control your love for him, you pull him in for a kiss, so passionate that the entire world around you is non existent.

He returns your kiss, and ends up lying you down onto the bed as you both deepen the already hot and steamy kiss. You both enjoy the warmth and feel of eachothers bodies, touching and grabbing every part of eachother you could possibly touch. Running your hands over his back and feeling his hard muscles through his clothes as he leans down on you. His hand moving up and down your thigh, and your other hand entangling itself into his thick black curls. He even kisses and sucks at your neck as your hand is in his hair. One things leads to another and both of you have ripped off each others clothes in the excitement, then finding yourself positioned on top of Valek, and sinking down onto his solid and very thick cock. He let's out a delicious sounding deep vampire growl once hes completely inside you, and his hands take your hips and start moving you back and forth against his groin. Over and over again he is tender but firm with you, looking deep into your eyes to see if what he was doing was ok, but you were loving every second. Many positions were used that night, you on top, Valek on top, you with your legs being held up against his chest as he fucked you, even doing a spooning position at one point. It was a lovely position to be in with him, because he was still making you feel good, while keeping eye contact and kissing you like there was no tomorow. Everything that happen with you both was more than perfect, and it was perfect for the next 3 hours of your love making.

Once you had both finished and you felt exhausted from it all, you ended up falling asleep on Valeks chest as he held you, you can been so active with him, it really tired you out. But Valek didnt care, he loved you, and he knew that he made you happy, made you feel safe...unlike someone else. Valek laid there, with the love of his life in his arms, looking down at you and thinking to himself 'How could Luke do all that to you? Who does he think he is? An animal like that isnt going to stop doing what he does to women, and he couldn't let it happen' He slipped out of bed, with only a few hours left of night fall to use, making sure he didnt wake you. He got dressed and sat by your side, watching you sleep peacefully, knowing that you weren't in any danger anymore. He smiled, leaned down and kisses your cheek, then leaves the mantion. It only took him about 20 minutes to find Luke's house, with his vampire speed and sence of smell, it was easy for him. He is standing outside Luke's house, talking to what looks like a young woman inside. She looks happy, which meant he probably hadn't had a chance to show his true colours yet, this was Valeks chance to take care of Luke, and stop another girl from suffering like you. Valek sneaks up to the house and breaks down the door, giving Luke and the young woman a fright and alerting them to the door.

"Who the f#ck is at my!- What the f#ck?!" Hes shocked when he see's Valek. Valek easily towers over Luke, in his dark clothes, Valek sure looks intimidating to him. He looks at the young woman and uses his hypnosis "Go home, never contact this man again" The hypnosis works and she walks out of the house and leaves Valek and Luke alone. "Hey man! I was about to get laid! It's the only thing b#tches like that are good for! Who the hell are y-" Before he even has a moment to think, Valek grabs him by the throat at chokes him up against the wall in lightning speed, easily holding him with one hand from his vampire strength. "Who the hell am I?...I am the man who knows what you are. What you did, to my beautiful soul mate Y/N. Monsters like you will never stop abusing women, monsters like you enjoy bullying women who cant defend for themselves, protect them selves....unfortunately for you, that's where I come in" Valek throws him to the floor, making him literally shake in fear. "You want an answer to who I am?...I'm Jan Valek...the master vampire...the man who loves Y/N more than anything in existence...and the things shes told me about you Luke...(tut, tut, tut) makes my blood boil..." "Listen man, I wont-" Valek is instantly in his face, making Luke freeze with fear. "I wont listen to anything you have to say, I know what kind of monster you are...one that needs to be taught a lesson....a monster...that needs to be removed...." "What are you- wait- please- Nooo!" It was to late for Luke, Valek had used his long nails to slash his head clean off, he doesn't even bat an eye lid. He wipes the blood of his hands before taking out his phone and calling one of his higher vampire friends. "There's a clean up I need you to take care off. I've text you the address, get it sorted" "Yes Valek" Putting down the phone, he sauntered out the house, proud in the knowledge that Luke would never hurt anyone, or haunt your nightmares ever again.

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