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thesturniolos · 2 months

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make you mine ~ m.sturniolo x reader (she/her)

જ⁀➴. summary: i mean you know what they say, keep your friends close but always keep your enemies closer- just how much closer?

જ⁀➴. warnings: filthy smut, fingering, dumbification, degradation, praise, rope bunny, spitting, spanking (i’m sorry), dom!matt and sub!matt, jealousy, brat!reader, a little angsty (cause yk i fw that too much)

જ⁀➴. this is for @annamcdonalds67 challenge!! i will be basing this fic off of madison beer’s ‘make you mine’ !

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‘i wanna lay you down, i wanna string you up, i wanna make

you mine.’

do you know that feeling when you’re drunk, so drunk that your mind feels like a fog? like a layer of cloud and mist has settled into the crevices of your brain, seeping into your every thought. a fog so powerful that it alters your visions and brings hidden secrets to the tip of your tongue, the kind of secrets that would change something, anything once and for all.

and in that moment, the feeling of freedom outweighs all the consequences of letting that secret out. slowly, my fogged brain pieces together to allow my hands to fiddle with the padlocks of the secret. to untie the tangled chains, to swivel the tiny little key around on the pads of my fingers, to push the blade into the hole in the chest.

and just like that, a secret sworn to never be spread dribbles down the edges of the box and every thought telling me, yelling actually, that what i’m about to do is wrong is etched away by a metaphorical marker and nothing will stop me from what i want to do and what i’m going to do.

the dizzying noise of a thousand people, some my friends, most of them random people you’d find at classic LA parties, is silenced by the sound of my beating heart and the blood pumping viciously around my body.

it’s the kind of passion that comes from envy, that comes from jealousy, that comes from resent so blinding that every step you take feels like it could break the marble floor underneath your feet. or that steam pushing out of your ears could be visible.

it’s the kind of jealousy that comes from seeing a person you care so deeply about in a corner with some bitch who knows nothing about him.

like- she doesn’t know what he likes and doesn’t like, she doesn’t know that he has three books by his bed and that one of them has her initials carved into the fourteenth page. she would never know that his own couch has an imprint from where my fucking ass sits everyday. like she wouldn’t know that their shared ‘hatred’ wasn’t actually real. just like how she doesn’t know that he is not on the market and she has absolutely no fucking place in the world to have her wretched bones on his skin.

you’d assume that in a situation like this time slows like a movie but it doesn’t. it speeds and i can’t keep track of anyone around me or what song is playing or even what drink is sloshing onto my hand from my cup. i just know exactly where it’s going to go though.

before i step foot into the beaming light of the kitchen, two hands grab my hips and swivel me around. two hands that won’t be there in a minute if they don’t leave my body.

im met with a pair of very similar eyes and i suddenly feel very guilty for thinking what i thought a second ago.

‘hey! where have you been all night? me and nick have been looking for you literally everywhere.’ chris’ eyes look concerned but his smile is still in full tact.

‘i’ve been talking to people, catching up-‘

‘did something happen? cause you know, you look like you’re gonna kill somebody’ he laughs, his hands leaving my hips and i brush the area off where he touched, holding my head high to hopefully hide the seeving look on my face.

‘just people liking to get up in my business, you know how it is. ‘ i nod, sipping from cup, immediately regretting because actually wtf is in it.

‘okay, well- me and nick were about to leave, we’re just tryna round you and matt up.’ my teeth clench together at the sound of his name.

‘yeah, i don’t know chris. i might go home later, feels like we only just got here!’

‘it’s literally 2am, we’ve been here 4 and half hours already-‘

“come on, chris! when do you ever get to go to a party as big as this? go find a girl or something- give yourself a good time!’ his eyebrows furrow and he shrugs his shoulders.

“i guess so-“

“you gotta get over that bitch ex of yours anyways, perhaps this could be your perfect time.” and with that, he was fully listening. his shoulders now standing upright and his posture as straight as possible.

“you’re right, y/n. oh, look- there’s matt! guess he’s already a step ahead of me and you.”

my head spirals around is quickly, i think i saw stars. big, white, angry shooting stars. the sight of his hands clenching onto her ass, pushing her against a kitchen counter. her dress slowly riding up her thighs, thanks to his legs prying them open.

and with that, something ticks inside me.

i’ve been jealous before. hell i’ve been the most jealous in the room. but have you ever been so jealous that a rack of knives looked appealing and the bat that hangs above the wall in the living room looked handy dandy to do the exact job you needed to?

why was it always the bitchiest of girls who all the guys hate -but apparently not so because she’s tugging on one of their dicks by saturday.

well guess what? two can play at that game, bitch.

i turn around to find a good looking guy, not so attractive that i could become attached but not ugly enough for me to be gagging when i run my hands along his dick.

‘you. come with me.” i gesture, my fingers curving in to lure him into me.

his brows furrow and he scoffs, “why?”

“cause i fucking said so, come with me.” i drag his hand and he turns back to look at this friends with a sudden bright smile.

our hands are clenched together as i pull him through a small crowd towards the kitchen. the urge to instantly jump on him to rile matt up is incredibly overwhelming but desperation isn’t always the best look on me.

my hand reaches for a red cup, filled with what looks like classic punch and i pour it down the sink to fill it up with straight vodka and hand it to him. “drink up, buttercup.”

his eyes widen but he obeys and i watch as he drinks every last sip, my fists clenching from the idea of what’s going on directly behind me.

“ngh’ matt-“ i hear the girl moan and my head twists to see his eyes glaring into mine whilst sucking red marks onto her neck.

i scoff and drag my guy closer to me, all whilst maintaining eye contact to lick a stripe up his neck and shove my right hand up his shirt to feel his torso. the guy did have toned abs, i could feel from how rock hard he was against my fingers but unlucky for him, i was completely and utterly distracted by the guy i hated so fucking much opposite me.

hate so pure that the sound of his name made goosebumps run down my neck and my blood bubble under my skin. my eyes would sting from the gaze of his eyes, my eyelids burning from refusing to shut. it was hate so pure that seeing a girl on his arm made my throat run dry and my words choke. the rings on my fingers digging into my palms and my teeth scratching against one another as i clenched my jaw to see the hickies scattered on his chest.

my tongue caresses the skin of his neck, latching over what i think is his sweet spot, as he moves his hands down my body. i smirk as i see matt latch onto the bitch’s figure tighter, desperate to outweigh whatever i was doing.

i look up at the guy and say, “do whatever you want to me, right here, right now.” his eyes light up and his breath halts slightly.

“but we’re in here with so many people-“

“i don’t care.” my head turning back to look at matt who is still looking at me, a grimacing smile speaking across my face which makes his brows furrow deeper into his skin.

the guy grabs my leg to push it onto his, my front up against him and he latches our mouths together, his tongue immediately creating a space between my lips to enter.

after a solid minute of awkwardly making out in front of what felt like 30 people, a hand pushes my leg down from the guys hip and grabs my hand to pull me away from the crowd.

i’d be stupid if i said i didn’t know it was matt, of course i knew it was him. after all, he knew i had full control over him even if we were just enemies.

sweating bodies collided with mine and i squeeze my body close together to avoid elbows to the face. my heels making me stumble a little, alcohol still running through my system.

i look down to find a step up a winding staircase, a classic LA mansion.

20 steps felt like half a lifetime as matt still desperately drags me up them, whispering incoherent, angry remarks under his breath. until finally he makes it to the top and barges through the first bedroom he sees.

i enter quickly after him, my hand falling to my side as he slams the door behind us. i didn’t have time to react before he pushes my shoulder into the wall behind me, digging his nails into my skin.

his eyes are practically black with anger, his eyebrows fallen to his eyelids yet a disgusting grin on his face. his tongue slides along his teeth, before he spits, ” what the fuck do you think you’re playing at?”

“whatever you’re playing, i mean it’s only fair.” i squeak back, my breath a little taken away from the sudden collide with my back and the brick wall. and of course the incredibly small space between our lips and the fact that our noses are touching.

“that’s not how this works around here.”

“then how does it? you get to go around with every girl in our state and i sit in the background watching?” what was that even supposed to mean?

he removes a hand from my shoulder and shakes his head, “people around here know they can’t touch you. they just know that, sweetheart. i assumed you would too.”

“and you’re allowed to have that bitch all over you? tell me, matt. how is this really fucking fair?” his hand comes up to my throat to clench it, light enough so i’m not choking but hard enough so that i’m gagged, my head lifted up a little.

“because how else am i supposed to get you to fucking take notice that i want you.”

i furrow my eyebrows, i try to speak but he clenches harder and the words don’t form in my mouth.

“every girl i have i imagine it’s you, every time i’m fucking a girl i imagine it’s your pussy im in, i imagine it’s your lips that im sucking on.”

i look dead in his eyes, my lashes blurring my vision slightly, his hooded gaze mesmerising me as i take in his every word

“every mean comment i made and every remark you made back riled me up. i knew it, you knew it, everyone else fucking knew it. im fed up of this bullshit circle we’ve had going on- i need you to see that you’re mine. when i saw you and that bitch in the kitchen, i smiled because i knew i got you. i got you to the point where you fucking admitted to me that im in your brain, you want me just as much as i want you baby.”

his tongue pokes out to lick a strip along my lip, he stands back to look at me in such a vulnerable position. my legs squeezed together in my little black dress and his hand wrapped around my neck as i look up at him with teary eyes and a dumb little smile on my face. it was just all he had ever wanted.

his hand leaves my neck, reaching up to grab my jaw and push my lips against his. a messy, tongue-filled kiss. his tongue sucks onto mine and i moan into his mouth, my legs moving forward to push him backwards.

he hums into the kiss, moving his head to suck on my lips whilst treading towards the bed in which he eventually pulls us onto. my legs scramble to straddle his lap and loop my hands around his neck.

he pulls away to pull the straps of my dress down as i look into his eyes, if somebody had told me two years ago that i was straddling matt’s fucking lap i probably would’ve slapped you around the face.

“do you know how long i’ve wanted you baby?” he says, yanking down my black dress to reveal a lacy, practically see-through bra that pushes up my boobs to accentuate them especially for matt’s eyes.

i shake my head, my hands clasping onto the hairs on the nape of his neck.

“too fucking long.” he rips off my bra, my mouth wide from how easily he broke the fabric, a loud groan leaving his mouth as he launches forward to suck my hard, pointed nipples.

my head thrown back as i grind against his jean pants, desperate to relieve the feeling in between my thighs. the tent of his pants brushing roughly against my region making me pull his head closer into my tits.

he pulls away to stare up at me, already looking a little disheveled, as he chuckles slightly, “you’re so fucking needy, who knew a pretty baby with a mouth as big as yours could be so desperate for my cock?”

i whimper at the sound of his patronising voice, my hips moving faster as he speaks but the loss of the soft pad of his tongue of nipples making my eyes water a little.

he grabs my jaw to force me to look at him, his fore finger and his middle finger squeezing together closely as he pushes them towards my lips. “open up, slut.”

i open my mouth for him and he guides his fingers into my mouth and instinctively i suck on them, my eyes slowly fluttering shut and i hum onto them, wishing it was something else.

the tent underneath me twitching even under all this fabric and the hands looped around his neck untie to slowly run down his torso all the way to the zip on his jeans.

“you want it all don’t you baby? you act so tough but really you’re just a whore for me and my dick. it’s not even been five minutes and you’re already scrambling to undo my pants. that’s it baby, let me use all your pretty parts.” i pull them down to reveal his wet boxers and his huge dick.

this man wasn’t just packing a couple inches, it was enough to bruise the back of my throat and my cervix. my eyes light up as i hold it through the cotton of his underwear, drool begging to leave my mouth.

he leans back slowly, his elbows digging into the plush mattress underneath of us as he guides me closer towards his cock, pushing away stray hairs that curl around the frame of my face.

i pull down his boxers for his dick bounce straight up and hit his stomach, pre cum leaking from his bright red, swollen tip. and i hungrily scramble to grab hold of it, his words replaying in my head, i’m just a whore for him.

my hands smooth the veins along the bottom of his dick, slowly making my way up to kiss his oozing tip and i feel his body shudder underneath me. without a second thought, i shove his tip in my mouth and suck his cum off. my mouth hollows and i move my head up and down, determined to get some noise out of his pretty mouth.

“that’s it pretty girl, just like that- mmm” his head is thrown back and his hands come round to cradle my head, pushing me further onto his dick.

i moan which sends vibrations down his cock, his tip growing in my mouth as i swirl my tongue around it, the gagging sounds echoing in the room, riling matt up more and more.

“fucking take it all baby- oh fuck, i know you can” he winces out, the grip on my hair tightening and i smile against the girth of his dick doing exactly what he says, hollowing my mouth and sucking all the way to his bone. his hips shove up to hit the back of my throat and my eyes flutter shut, the full feeling in my throat overwhelming me.

he guides my head by bobbing my head up and down in time with his hip thrusts, the sounds of my gargling getting progressively louder as he becomes more determined to cum down my throat.

a sudden halt to his erotic sounds, i feel my head being pulled up, a ‘pop’ sound coming from my mouth from the sudden loss of his dick in my throat. he laughs, smoothing my cheek with his thumb before gently slapping it and grabbing my chin so i look at him.

“you gonna let me make you feel good?” i frantically nod my head, the heat between my legs practically burning a hole thru my panties now.

“that’s my girl, you’re mine. aren’t you?” i nod and he tuts, “ use your words.”

“i’m yours.” and that’s all he needed before he picks me up like i’m a fucking feather weighing nothing more than a couple pounds and throws me onto the bed whilst he twists around to stand up off the bed, looking down at me.

“you know it, my little slut.” he pulls down my dress finally, he didn’t get to finish underdressing me cause the idea of finally tasting him was too much. but now that i can feel the cold air hitting the most private of places and his glare blazing up and down my body, i feel shy.

my elbows hover over my boobs as i try and scrunch up a little but matt’s hands pry them away and he spreads my legs before discarding my little black dress on the floor, i’m only left with my matching lace panties.

he licks his lips, his glare fixating on the wet patch created on my underwear, just for him. as he holds my thighs apart, he blows gently onto the fabric making it instantly cold and i shift up the bed a little, whimpering.

“this all for me, baby?” he looks up at me, caressing my thighs gently. the cold metal of his rings making my goosebumps more and more apparent.

“mhm.” my eyes flutter shut and i push against the force of matt’s hands, becoming increasingly desperate for any kind of pressure on my pussy. “please.”

“please what?” he smirks, his touch on my thighs now so light you wouldn’t even believe it was there. it was another level of teasing that made the core of your very stomach fuzzy and the lack of any touch adds to the sick feeling you have.

“just do something, anything.” he snaps when i say that, flipping me around quickly so that my body slaps against the mattress, my ass on full show to him, my thing not doing much too cover my the cheeks of my ass.

“i wanna feel the rush, i wanna taste the crush, i wanna get you going.”

the sharp sting of fabric ripping against my delicate skin and sudden gasp mixed with the breaking of sweet lace makes matt chuckle in the background before placing a harsh slap to my ass, sending me into the air as it was so unexpected.

“you gonna be good for me?” he smooths over where he slapped, secretly wishing it will make a bruise.

“yes, yes i’ll be good.” i beg, wanting literally anything.

as his fingers move closer towards my wetness, he suddenly moves away quickly before getting up and searching the room.

i look up and frown, “what the fuck are you doing?” i whisper a little, upset that he looks like he’s about to leave.

he doesn’t say anything but pauses once he gets to the drawer in the closet and laughs before turning around to reveal a belt.

“what are you doing? this isn’t even your room.” i say, relaxing yet still confused.

he walks over to me and forces my chin up at him, “keep speaking in that bratty fucking tone and i will leave you high and dry”

“well you won’t even let me get high so what effect is that gonna have-“ before i could finish my sentence he covers my mouth with one hand and uses the other to turn me around so my head is shoved into the pillows of the bed. he scrambles to grab my hands, pushing them against my back and fiddling with the belt.

“just you fucking wait and see, little angel.” he twists them around my wrists and tightens them so i can’t get out without any help.

his hands letting going of mine before i feel them suddenly exactly where i need them. a singular finger pressing down onto my bundle of nerves and my whole body jumps with just a simple touch, a pornographic moan leaving my mouth.

“does that feel good baby” i whimper back a desperate ‘yes’ and wriggle against the pad of his finger wanting him to move oh, so badly.

“want me to move my hand, darling?” i nod my head frantically hoping he can see me which i gather he can considering the low laugh that leaves his mouth and the sudden movement of his finger dragging down slowly through my folds.

“you want me here?”

“yes, yes. i want you there. i want you to move.”

“you want me to move?”

“please.”

“there it is.” and with that, the gentle movements turned into quick, hard thrusts. his two fingers sliding through my hole at an insane pace, not letting me readjust for one second, making my whole body lift from the bed, my hands shaking in the belt he tied me up in.

the cold metal of his rings mixing with the warm wetness coating his fingers, the sensation was immense. all before he flips me over and presses his mouth onto my clip sending me into fucking sub space.

“oh my fucking god! matt-“

he licks and kisses at my clit at a gentle pace all while his fingers strum in and out of my hole at an alarming speed, it’s a wonder he doesn’t have arm cramp even after one minute.

my ass doesn’t stay on the bed and my whole body is jittering at the sudden overwhelming sensation. the flicks of his tongue and the curving of his fingers making sure he hits my sweet spots makes the bundle in my stomach tighten up.

“please matt, i’m gonna cum!”

he carries on, his feasting at my pussy getting progressively more intense, like a starved man. he enters another finger into my hole, stretching me perfectly so that i am shaped for him.

he breathes against my heat, “let go, baby.”

and with that, i did. sweat running from my back and forehead, my tied hands desperately grabbing onto the leather and my toes clenching over his shoulders.

he licks me clean, pressing one last kiss to my clit which makes me jolt as he laughs a little to himself seeing my messy figure on the bed.

“you did so well, baby.” i smile at him, his head coming close to mine to kiss my lips.

“now you gonna help me out sweetheart?”

i nod and he turns me around to take me out of the tied belts and he kisses the red marks from where i pulled against the restraint. “you liked these?” i shake my head and he laughs.

i pull myself up from the bed and onto matt’s lap to face him, i latch my lips onto his and hook my hands around his neck pulling him closer to me. my naked body fitting perfectly around his warm body.

he moves his hands down my body, caressing my curves and humming against our kiss as i pull away and look down to stroke his dick to which he kisses and pulls himself into my neck.

i move myself up his body to push myself down onto his hard shaft, as he winces and throws his head backwards, moaning my name.

i pull at his hairs and rock my hips against him and watch his demeanour change as his hips desperately rutt against mine and i forcefully push my hands onto his thighs so that he’s restricted.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he groans as my grinding against him slows.

“taking control.” his eyes widen and i push myself up further so that i can plunge further onto his dick. my nails digging into his thighs as i watch his breathing get faster and moans leave his mouth.

“that’s not - ngh- how it works.” he argues with me which doesn’t last for long when i start to kiss his neck and suck on the lobes of ears in which his thrusts up into me become more persistent.

“i’m gonna cum-“

“not until i cum.” i say, chasing my high with him as i hear him whine into my ear, panting a little too.

“please, just let me.” he hugs me closer, my boobs crushed against his chest as he begins to rocks back and forth with me, moaning and groaning with his head in the air. so much for tough guy, huh?

“cum with me.” i bounce up and down as he thrusts up into me for the last time before releasing his cum, painting my walls as it oozes out of me as i collapse onto the bed next to us.

our heavy breathing and hearts beating is the only thing that can be heard.

matt’s hand slowly moves to bring me closer to him, i smile as i look up at his tired state.

“you changed quickly, mr tough guy to oh please! please, let me cum! “ he shakes his head and covers my mouth.

“shut up, you wouldn’t fucking let me .”

i laugh at him and he picks me up to squeeze me, so much for being enemies, huh?

“so-“

“you’re mine now right? like for real?” he’s not looking at me, rather picking at his nails.

i giggle and press my head against his forehead and nod, “of course.”

hope you all liked !! too many fucking words :)

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wonderlandwalker · 5 months

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After All These Years | Finnick Odair x Reader

THG Masterlist / Taglist / Inbox

Summary: You think he no longer cares, and he thinks you're better off without him. But the reaping for the 75th hunger games puts a dent in both of those thoughts

Content Warnings/Tags: Angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, insinuations of smut, kissing, once again not proofread

Requested by @rottingpeache: absolutely need to see enemies to lovers with finnick. “I really don’t like you.” “And I really don’t believe you.”

Word Count: 1k

A/N: No clue if this is actually enemies to lovers or just a poor attempt at it. I'm gonna go take a nap now but there is more coming cause the requests sparked something in me again so thank you to everyone who sent them!!

None of you had expected it to happen, how could you? But you've learned by now there is no point in fighting it either. So when you heard Mags’ name being called out and you volunteered in her stead, you suppose it was simply out of habit. In a world like this, the only thing that makes you feel like you are surviving is helping others do the same thing. As you stepped forward you could see the cameras zooming in on your face, trying to capture every expression you were making. You saw the cameras do the same for Finnick. Years of being in an unwelcome spotlight had made his poker face almost unbreakable, but the small furrow of his eyebrows and the twitch in his gallant smile told you everything you needed to know.

It wasn't until the next day that he first spoke to you. Over the years you would see each other, of course, you would talk. But at all the events and all the parties you did nothing more than exchange pleasantries. But now he came out of your peripheral vision and cornered you against the wall behind you with his broad arms.

“What were you thinking, this might be the stupidest thing you've ever done.” His demeanour seemed angry, he seemed serious. But you had no reason to match it, you just wanted to get under his skin like he got under yours.

“Be careful what you say, you might actually be the stupidest thing I’ve done.” you wondered if he remembered, if he remembered the night you had spent together so many years ago, it had been the best night of your life, and you had no idea if he even remembered. If he did, he didn't let it show.

“Did you even think it through? You survived the arena once, and only barely, what makes you think you’ll make it out alive again.” His voice was a low rasp, and if you didn't know better, you'd say he sounded upset. But you knew better, Finnick had shown you his true colours when he started avoiding you, and you did remember that.

“I wasn't thinking, how could I? All I could think about was Mags having to go through it all again, you more than anyone else know she deserves better.” you were looking him in the eyes now, and it took all of your willpower not to melt. “My games weren’t that long ago, I did it then and I’m still here, I can do it again.” He stepped closer to you, eliminating the remaining space between your bodies, his chest against yours, and you could feel his heart skip a beat as he spoke.

“Exactly, I was there, and it damn near broke me too. I was there to piece you back together. But I won’t watch it happen to you again, I can’t let it happen. Because what if I’m not there this time, what if I'm not there to put you back together.” There was a stark contrast between his face and his voice. As you looked at him you saw his eyes soften, and it gave you a glimpse of the Finnick you once knew. But his voice was still filled with anger, and it snapped you back to reality.

“And how would you know what I can and cannot handle.” You were challenging him now, but he had you matched.

“Because I know you. Even if you don’t believe so, I know what youre like, I know how you think. You might believe I forgot, that I ignore you and go on with my life as if nothing happened. But if you were to actually think for one second you would see that I’m simply doing what's best for you, I just want what’s best for you but now you’ve gone and ruined all of it in one day.

You’re at a loss for words, because maybe he was right, maybe you had gone and messed up everything with a single sentence at the reaping. But maybe everything was finally making a turn for the better, because for the first time, he was telling you he cared. And you’re thankful to finally see his thoughts shine through, but you’re overwhelmed too. So you turn around, you turn away from him, wanting to escape the confrontation. Except he’s not letting you go, not this time

“I really don’t care what you think Finnick.” You weren’t sure if you believed your own words, but you needed to get away from him.

“And I really don’t believe you.” You tried shrugging him off again, and you were about to turn away from him when you felt him grab onto your arm and pull you into him. As you looked up you could feel his eyes fixed on yours.

And so you do the only thing you can think of, you do the thing you want most in this moment right here, you kiss him. You tell yourself that consequences be damned, because even if he will hate you for it, even if you’ll regret it later, at least you have this one moment to get yourself through it, at least you didn't let your fears of losing him completely win this time. You kiss him as if everything will be okay, because when you feel his lips start to move in sync with yours, it is.

For a moment you think everything will resolve itself and you and Finnick can live together in a small house near the beach. For a moment you forget how much you hate him for everything he put you through. Because in this moment, if life could be like this moment, you’d forgive him for all of it. And you don't know it yet, but he’s even more scared than you are.

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redstarwriting · 11 months

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hobie brown with a pink gf

hobie brown x badass pink!fem!reader hcs

request?: yes

request: “HI RED!!!! idk if you’ve done this already but i really wanna see what hobie would be like with a badass pink!gf. like she wears pink demonias nd stuff but can like hold her own yk? i hope this makes sense LMAO”

requested by: anon

warnings: language, mentions of stealing, alluding to s*xual harassment from men, cops

a/n: omggg the only person i could think of with this request is chrissy chlapecka wearing her all pink outfits and telling everyone to hit men with their cars LMAO thank you for the request, anon🖤

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- givin me chrissy chlapecka vibes - he loves it - listen - if you have any type of distinct style or attitude going against what most people believe - or one that challenges any type of authority or societal beliefs - Hobie immediately respects you - doesn’t necessarily mean he will be best friends with you - but he respects people who he can see have that kind of rebellious “fuck the patriarchy” attitude - so when he saw you - all pink outfit - pink makeup - pink accessories - pink boots that look like they could kill a man - exactly what you intend with said boots btw - he respected it - especially since you seemed to be taking the stereotypical “girl color” (whatever the fuck that means) and putting a spin on it they wouldn’t like - and girl when he saw you kick some man’s ass - all pretty in pink? - he was like ooh yeah - oh she’s the one - he loves to steal anything and everything pink that he sees - all for you - and he does - this style you have is the definition of him saying “Wear whatever you want, I can fight.” - and in response - you just scoff - “I’ll wear whatever I want, I can fight.” - he loves it - he loves that you’re always ready to stomp someone’s face with your pretty little boots - the amount of time he’s actually had to hold you back is amazing - and he doesn’t hold you back because he thinks you won’t beat the person’s ass - or because he wants you to be the ”better person” or whatever the fuck that is - but because he doesn't want the piggies getting any ideas when it comes to you - he knows you can hold your own - but he can’t help but be a little protective of you - and he just doesn’t trust cops - they’d see you looking all pretty and try something - not on his watch - he’ll take over if there are cops around - but if it’s just a slimy man? - he’ll still be there, ready to step in and kill the guy at any time - but you can handle yourself - so he lets you handle yourself - he loves when you paint his nails for him - he has so many shades of pink nail polish now - and you’ll paint his nails all pink all the time - at first, he was kinda like hmmmmm am i gonna like this? - spoiler - he did - he still paints his nails black all the time but when you ask to put some pink in there he’s all for it - he doesn’t realize his flat is slowly becoming more and more pink as you start to move in - because he doesn’t necessarily care all that much - he really likes the color now - but when Gwen comments on it he’s like… oh yeah - “Hobie? Have you found a new love for the color pink?” “What?” “Your place. There’s so much pink in here.” “Oh… (Y/n) and I are gettin’ serious. She’s been movin’ in. But yeah, I do fancy the color pink, now. What of it?” - he does have a favorite shade of pink that you wear - but he loves when you wear all pink - so he acts like he doesn’t have a favorite - but he’s bad at it - cause the minute you wear a bright obnoxious shade of pink? - he’s gone - he’s simpin - he’s in love - he will compliment you more than he already does - which is a lot - and have his hands all over you - needless to say you’ve incorporated that color into your wardrobe a lot more - he just loves your style - and your attitude - the two of you are the government’s worst enemy honestly - and even though you’re a badass - you don’t need a man or anyone for that matter - you have a soft spot for your anarchic asshole - and sometimes you just like to see him be the badass - cause he sure can be - you’re a “don’t fuck with us” couple - a “fuck around and find out” couple - and the two of you wouldn’t want it any other way <3

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#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown headcanons #spiderverse x reader #spiderpunk x reader #hobie brown #spiderpunk #spiderverse

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: separate the art from the artist, right guys? Also, you can take this as either romantic or platonic - OH and slight domestic violence warning, I don’t go into detail, just gave a backstory.

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SFW🌿

⭑ You hadn’t had the best upbringing - and it was safer to be away from your family.

⭑ Well, that wasn’t completely true. You had loved your parents dearly, and they loved you just as much, even more, in return.

⭑ But your father died 2 years prior, and your mother re-married. You had stayed as long as you could, but he was an evil man. And you couldn’t take it anymore.

⭑ You begged your mother to leave with you, or to kick him out. But she became pregnant, and your step-father adored your younger half-sister.

⭑ Soon you felt like an outsider. And your mother turned an eye to the violence that you endured.

⭑ Then you packed a bag, wrote a letter to your mother and left.

⭑ You hadn’t meant to stay long on the ship.

⭑ It was safer to keep moving; never stay in one place too long.

⭑ But the ship felt safe; the gentle rocking from the water, the night sky high above you. It was beautiful.

⭑ And then you woke up.

⭑ Surrounded by pirates; all looking at you with inquisitive eyes.

⭑ “CAPTAIN, WE HAVE A STOW-AWAY!”

⭑ You panicked, looking for an escape. The blanket was still wrapped around you, your belongings behind you.

⭑ Seemingly, the pirates had only just boarded. Probably from a drunken night of escapades.

⭑ “I’m coming-” A hoarse voice replied. And instantly the hoard of dirt-covered men parted.

⭑ “We don’t need another crew member,” the comment came from a dred-locked man. A gold tooth shined in the sunlight, and a wry grin was on his face. Almost as if he knew how the situation would end.

⭑ “S-sorry, I just- I don’t have anywhere else to go ... and I needed somewhere safe-”

“So large, black, ship was the best option?”

He had a point.

⭑ “I - yes.”

⭑ “Well, if anyone has to flee to a pirate ship in order to feel safe, then I can’t exactly tell said person to leave now, can I?”

⭑ You had felt your heart pound, beating so fast that it was a struggle to breathe.

Jack’s eyes had squinted, and in that moment he saw a part of himself in you. A part that he had long buried, and forgotten about. Until now.

⭑ You had slept in the Captain’s quarters, tucked in a corner with a velvet blanket and pillow. Jack at his desk, his attention on a map and a bottle in his hand.

⭑ From then on you were inseparable.

⭑ Basically, you were indoctrinated into pirate-hood. Learning the ins and outs, adventuring and plundering to your heart’s desire.

⭑ It was brilliant.

⭑ And Jack loved having someone to pass down knowledge to.

⭑ Because he saw such potential in you. A future leader...I mean, Captain.

⭑ Gibbs is like your quirky uncle -

⭑ And even if you don’t like alcohol, you’d have something that you couldn’t get enough of. Jewels. Jewelry. Clothes. A particular food. Shoes. Anything.

⭑ And whenever Jack picked up his compass, somehow ... it always pointed on you.

⭑ He watches your back during fights

“DUCK!” You squatted and watched as Jack drove a sword through the enemy-pirate’s chest.

“I had that one-”

“You were about to get run through.”

“Was not!”

“Was so!”

⭑ He watches over you as you experience the world (from a distance, and you usually don’t know he’s there)

Relationship Tropes:

Curious and Wide-Eyed (You) x Has Seen Everything, Thinks It’s Cute (Jack)

Chaotic AS FCK x Chaotic w/ L Plates

Shy/Insecure (You) x Thinks The Other Is Incredible - MAJOR HEART EYES (Jack)

#jack sparrow #captain jack sparrow #jack sparrow x reader #jack sparrow x you #captain jack sparrow headcanons #captain jack sparrow x you #pirates of the caribbean #pirates of the caribbean headcanons #headcanons #would include #witchthewriter #jack sparrow moodboard #captain jack sparrow moodboard #pirates of the caribbean moodboard #potc headcanons

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99hook · 10 months

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Insufferable

Synopsis: Two people who swear they hate each other’s guts but they just can’t leave each other alone

Warnings: angst, pining, a bit of choking, oral female and male receiving, creampie, semi-public sex, Tyler has a filthy mouth, enemies who end up fucking, basically.

A/N: this is that “you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid” trope with an extremely arrogant Tyler and YN who knows how to push every single one of his buttons. This is also like 3 requests in one fic so Enjoy babes!

The requests were:

• Shower smut (enemies to lovers edition)

• “You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid”

• facefucking

if you sent those in, thank you besties here they are🫶🏼

“Don’t say shit.” You glared at the man standing in front of you. You’d just gotten back from your match and you already knew you looked a little rough around the edges. You were sure you’d have a black eye in the morning and the last thing you cared to hear was anything Tyler Senerchia had to say.

Unfortunately, he was never good at keeping his mouth shut. It’s surprising to you how he hasn’t gotten his teeth knocked down his throat yet, but maybe you’d have to be the one to do it one of these days. Either way, he had that annoying ass smirk spread across his face the minute he caught sight of you and you just knew he was thinking of something, anything he could possibly come up with to annoy the shit out of you.

“You look like someone just beat the shit out of you.” He smirks, eyeing your hair wildly scattered about and the red welts on your skin. “You sure you’re ready to step in the ring with pro wrestlers? You might need to toughen up a little more before someone puts your little ass in a coma.”

Crossing your arms defensively, you felt your left eye twitch, which was not so coincidentally something that tends to happen whenever that man is in your vicinity. “You talk a lot of shit for someone who got knocked out with his own title.” You snap right back, watching his dark eyes narrow.

“At least I had a title. Last I checked, you lost every championship match you’ve ever been in.” He counters, his lips tipping up slightly when he sees the anger swirling around in your eyes.

“Should probably ice that eye. Looks like she got you pretty good.” He points out with a condescending smirk still playing on his lips.

“Shouldn’t you be in Tony’s office with your daddy bribing your way into another title shot right now?” You watched his jaw stiffen, feeling a little satisfied about that.

“I never had to bribe Tony for shit. I earned everything I have, unlike you, miss shorts that doesn’t even cover my ass.”

“You sound fucking stupid. It’s ring gear. Everybody wears the same shit. And I don’t use my body for bribery, if that’s what you’re trying to say.” Your voice was a little louder than you intended but thankfully nobody else was in the hall.

You watched his white teeth show with the scoff he let out. “No? You don’t? So you just wear shit like this-“ his hand motions over you, rather dramatically, “for the hell of it? I doubt that. You only get tv time because you’re eye candy for the dumb asses who are stupid enough to be interested in you. That’s all you got going for yourself, and I think you know that too. I mean, look at your win loss record. You’re probably the worst in the woman’s division.”

He always had a way of getting under your skin and you hated that you gave him the satisfaction of letting him see how angry he made you. But for some reason you always came back to the banters.

“You know what?” Your eyes flared.

“What?” He piped up.

“I don’t give a fuck what you think about me. I have plenty of fans who love me because I’m a badass wrestler and I don’t have to prove shit to you. Maybe I’ve never held a title but I’ve gone out there and given my all in that ring and i’m only eye candy, but I could walk out there in a nun outfit and still have people screaming my name, so nice try but you’re just spitting bullshit and you know it.”

You hated that easy smirk that seemed to always be on his face and wished more than anything that you could literally slap it right off.

“Then do it.” He shrugs. “Cause I’m highly doubtful and I would love to prove you wrong, and watch you absolutely humiliate yourself more than you already do when you get your ass beat every single week.”

You fell silent and he stood there with that infuriating look of satisfaction.

“Like I said, just eye candy.” He says before he brushes past you, bumping your shoulder with his arm.

“Go fuck yourself” you mumbled, but he heard it.

“I don’t need to do that.” He shrugs his shoulder. “But from this little attitude you got, it sounds like you do.” He smirks, stepping close enough that your chest was brushing against his. “I’m sure one of your creepy, perverted fans would be more than happy to help you out with that.”

“I’m sure one of the random hookers you meet on the street would be more than happy to get in your car again.” You snapped back, and all he did was let a low chuckle slip through his lips.

“Trust me. Anybody would be happy to fuck me, but unlike you, I’m not desperate.”

“Your constant visits to the strip club say otherwise.” You quirk a brow, wanting to take a step back but you didn’t want him to think you intimidated him.

“Looking and touching are two different things.” He calmly states. “And why are you keeping up with my life anyway? Aren’t you supposed to hate my guts like you tell everybody?” The corner of his mouth tips up as he eyes you slowly. “Or are you just that obsessed with me?”

You were the one to scoff at that, shaking your head. “You’re so fucking conceited it makes me sick.”

He takes a step back and chuckles lowly. “And you’re the worst liar I’ve ever met in my life. You know why?” His voice had a new edge to it, filled with condescension.

You didn’t respond, only stared up at him with piercing eyes as he tilted his head slightly to the side.

“You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.” He almost whispered, allowing his eyes to linger down to your lips and then to the deepening redness on your cheeks.

“I would never fuck you.” You spat, almost quite literally.

“Cause I’d never let you.” He quickly counters, taking another step back until there was a breathable distance between you again.

“I would never want to.”

Obviously he didn’t believe that, but you didn’t believe him either. You knew him pretty well simply because of all the time he takes out of his day to play these little tit for tat games with you, and for that reason, you knew there was some kind of motive behind his constant bantering and teasing. Unfortunately for him, you didn’t want your hands on him unless it was to strangle his throat, literally.

He eyes you again, making sure to hold that dark stare long enough to make you a little nervous. That always happened and you never really knew why. But then, he takes a step foward and closes the space between the two of you almost fully once again, and you felt your heart start to thump hard against your chest.

“Next time you lie to me, at least make it decently believable. Go practice in a mirror or something, cause I can practically read your mind right now and all I’m seeing is you wanting to get bent over and fucked until your body collapses. And I’m not opposed to a little pity fuck. If you want it that bad, I can be charitable.”

His words left you speechless staring up at him for a couple of seconds while he let his eyes linger down to your lips once more, almost as if he was debating to kiss them, but fighting against it. But then you snapped back to reality and realized who you were listening to that shit from and immediately felt the rage bubbling up inside again.

“If I ever gave you the opportunity to fuck me, it would be because my life’s being threatened and the only way to save it is to fuck the most arrogant motherfucker on the face of this earth.”

You watched yet again as his lips tipped upwards and his eyes seemed to have sparked something new within them, before he shrugged one shoulder and slid his tongue over his lips.

“That’s funny, actually, cause I remember one of your little friends telling me otherwise.” You knew exactly what he was talking about and felt yourself internally wanting to scream.

“I was so fucked up, Tyler. Like drunk off my ass. Whatever I said that night, I never meant it. Don’t let it go to your head cause I promise you the last thing I want when I get in my bed at night is you.”

“Yeah?” He challenges. “If that’s the case I wouldn’t hear you moaning my name when you’re alone in your hotel room. You know we’re on the same floor, right? My room is right next to yours. Didn’t know that, did you?”

You felt your cheeks burning, like a thousand fires were blazing beneath your skin. So yeah, maybe you’d been caught up about that but it wasn’t because you wanted Tyler. It was just that it was rather undeniable that the man would probably be mind blowing in bed. He carried himself with that cocky demeanor and that air of sexual energy around him that you just knew he would be outstanding but, that smart mouth and arrogant attitude kept you from even attempting.

“What’s the matter? Nothing to say? You’re not even gonna try to deny it?” He smirked. “You know, I was gonna pay you a little visit right after that cause I figured your fingers probably didn’t do you justice but, then I thought about it and decided it was best for everyone on our floor if I didn’t cause clearly you’re a little loud by yourself, you’d get us kicked out of the hotel if I was fucking you.”

You swallowed thickly and your eyes adverted down to the gold cross sitting over his hoodie, in an attempt to avoid those dark eyes. Tyler was surprised you had nothing to say back. Usually you always did. That’s when he realized he either took it too far and humiliated you or he just figured you out completely, calling you on this bluff that you can’t stand him.

“Why are you so silent all of the sudden?” He asks, taking a slight step closer. “I just called you out for fantasizing about me and you’re not even trying to choke me out right now. What is it, yn? Did you mean it when you imagined me being the one fucking you instead of these-“

He reached down and grabbed your hand, sliding his thumb over your fingers before you felt him cup your chin. He raised your head and your eyes locked with his.

“Did you want me to be the one making you moan my name? Cause you can admit it to me, and I can make it happen right now.” His voice was deeper, raspier, almost breathy and as much as you wanted to push back like you always did, this time, you knew it wasn’t going to happen.

You watched his adams apple bob in his throat, his eyes slightly softening before a new blaze ignited within him when you simply shook your head and said, “I want to be the one to make you moan my name, not the other way around.”

“I can’t make promises on that.” He said as you felt his hand tighten around your fingers, as if he was letting his nerves subtly get the best of him.

“I can.” You whispered, and within a split second you were pinned against the wall with his hands locking your wrists together above your head. You gasped out but it was caught by his lips landing on yours, as if he really was the one who had been desperate for this all along, like you already expected.

It was all happening so fast that you couldn’t even catch your breath but something about it had you instantly wanting more the second he pulled away and he saw that in your eyes, and being the arrogant man he is, all this did was fuel him. Start a fire that nobody would be able to put out until he was satisfied with the way he plans to absolutely ruin you.

His eyes glanced to the end of the hall before he looked back down at you. His lips were swollen and chest heaving, as if he was a caged animal dying to break free.

“We can’t do this. Not here.” You managed to breathe out, watching ideas swirl around in his mind until he thought of a specific place he’d always imagined would be good for fucking at, cause that’s just the type of shit he randomly liked to thing about.

That lead to him pulling you down the hall, feet rushed until you passed talent standing around. Neither of you wanted anyone to know what you were about to go do and everyone was under the assumption that the two of you despised each other so, needless to say you got some weird glances from eyes all around when you were spotted walking side by side, but nobody said anything.

He brought you to the showers that not many people prefer to use, because it was at the other end of the arena and there was another set of them closer to the locker rooms. In his mind those showers were installed for this specific reason. And you didn’t even know they were down there until you walked in and seen three stalls with only single curtains separating them from anyone who might walk in.

“This is risky.” You tell him the second you glance around the room. “Anyone could walk in.”

“And they’ll walk right back out.” He mutters as he wraps his arms around your lower back and pulls you into his chest, locking his lips with yours once again. All of those hesitations were immediately washed over with the way he was backing you up against the wall, his lips rhythmically moving against yours.

“Look who’s desperate now” you hummed against him when his hands moved down to your shorts, fingers hooking under the waistband before he pulled back, and yanked them down to your ankles with a smirk on his face. He came eye level with your exposed core and glanced up at you as he brought one finger to run down your folds.

“It’s still you.” He says as he collects the wetness on his digit. “You’re dripping for me right now.”

Your head fell back against the wall and you kept your eyes on the door, until you felt his fingers spread your folds, and his warm tongue immediately followed, sliding from your entrance to your clit, earning your hips to jolt towards him and a low “oh God” to slip out.

“No baby” he muttered against you. “It’s Tyler. only name you need to remember is mine, and I wanna hear you wear it out”

You felt his tongue slide up again, the warmth sending tingles through your entire body. Your mouth fell open and eyes screwed shut as you allowed it all in, and his eyes stayed trained on you with every single motion.

He brought his forearm up to pin your hips, keeping you still as he swirled and flicked his tongue over your pulsating clit, reveling in the mixed sounds filling the room. He felt your hands tangle up in his hair and tightly grasp a fitful, your body was so effortlessly reacting to him in a way he knew he’d be thinking about when it’s all over with and you two probably go back to despising one another.

He knew there wasn’t a likely chance he’d be able to do these things to you again, whether you craved it or not, so he was going to make the absolute most of it.

He tilted his head so his tongue could flick at a different angle, and judging by the way you inhaled a sharp gasp and exhaled a series of broken whimpers, he assumed you liked that.

“Knew you were gonna be a moaner” he smirks against you, his hot breath lingering against your sensitive skin. “Don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to let me do this”

You heard that, and much like him, you didn’t know how to keep your mouth shut. You attempted to recollect yourself but your words still came out as one long, drawn out moan when you looked down at him, locking eyes and said, “You just admitted how desperate you are to fuck me”

His tongue stilled and eyes narrowed, but only for a split second before he brought two fingers to your entrance and without warning, pushed them in and roughly curled them against that one sweet spot that he somehow effectively and effortlessly found.

Your eyes rolled back and head hit the wall again. “What was that, baby? You were saying something? What? That I’m desperate? Sounds like you’re the one that’s desperate right now, moaning and whimpering from just two of my fingers.”

He curled those fingers back and to, hitting that spot that kept you from being able to argue back, and he took pride in that.

“Nothing to say now, huh? You were just talking all that shit, now you can’t even speak properly. You’re to tight, so wet, you’re dripping to the floor right now and all I’ve done is touch you.”

You peered down at him, catching the view of his dark eyes watching you come undone above him. A smirk spread across his lips when he noticed your cheeks flushing, eyelids fluttering and you just couldn’t help it even if you wanted to.

His fingers skillfully pumped against you, making your whole body erupt with goosebumps covering every inch of your skin.

“Bet you’ve thought about this before. About me on my knees for you, getting a taste of this perfect little pussy while my fingers fuck into you. Bet that’s exactly what you wanted that night you were touching yourself in your hotel room, and I’m sorry baby, but I was under the impression that you couldn’t stand me. Or else I would’ve been doing this all night long.”

Just his words were making your head spin. His raspy voice and the condescending edge that you couldn’t admit you loved so much. You were on the verge of letting yourself fully succumb to him but, just as soon as that release approached, it was ripped away when he stilled his fingers and rose to his feet, keeping those digits curled against your g-spot, but not daring to do more.

You involuntarily arched off the wall and he smirked at that, but he didn’t allow anything else when he pulled those slender fingers out of you and brought that slick hand up to your throat, wrapping around it and slightly squeezing. His lips barely touched yours as he applied a little pressure, enough to make your head spin.

“I got something for that smart ass mouth.” He groaned, using one hand to push his shorts down to his thighs while the other one held that pressure on each side of your neck. “On your knees.” He demanded, and you did exactly as you were told.

You dropped to your knees, your eyes now giving his cock your full attention. You knew he’d probably be impressive but at full mass, standing tall and proud, he was massive. Or at least massive compared to anything you’d had before him.

You took his shaft with one hand and immediately felt his hand tangle up in your hair. You trailed your tongue from his shaft to the tip, swirling around it a few times just to see what he’d do, and that lead to him gripping a handful or your disheveled locks.

You cupped your lips around his tip, tasting the saltiness of the precum before you relaxed your throat and took in as much as you possibly could. He felt his tip hit the back of your throat and let a breathy groan pass through his lips, looking down as he watched his cock disappear between your puffy lips.

You held your eyes on him as you started bobbing, doing your best not to gag on his size but when he thrusted his hips forward, that was long forgotten.

“Fuck you’re pretty on your knees like that” he muttered, his brows furrowing as he kept snapping his hips.

You rotated both hands around the length that just wouldn’t fit in your throat as you continued sucking him in, letting him use your mouth and throat as he stilled you with his hand gripping your hair and thrusted faster instead.

He started panting, his heavy breaths lingering about in the air as you stared up at him, feeling tears prick the corner of your eyes and there was no use trying to hold them back when he thrusted forward and knocked the back of your throat.

“Are those tears?” His voice was filled with that typical condescending edge and you wished you hated it as much as you say you do. “What’s wrong, y/n? I never took you for a crier before. Wonder if there’s some other ways I can make tears stream down that pretty face.”

You kept your mouth open as he fucked into it, unable to push your head back due to his hand still gripping a fistful of hair. You felt the tears sliding down your cheeks, new ones pushing the previous ones out every time his cock hit the back of your throat.

“God I love seeing you like this. Can’t even argue with me. Too busy getting my dick shoved down your throat.”

You watched as he pressed one hand to the wall, his upper body bending slightly over you as he started to slow the thrusts down, and a low reverberation of appreciation he would definitely deny, slipped past his lips when he felt your tongue flatten on the underside of his cock. Something he was probably going to miss when it’s all over with.

You felt his hand slowly unravel your hair and his fingers slide down your cheek until they cupped your chin. You pulled off of him with a soft pop and looked up at him. You were sure you had mascara staining your cheeks but, he liked it.

“Up” he demanded, and you rose to your feet. His eyes lingered to your swollen lips and his thumb came up to them, pressing against the pink, puffy flesh before he pulled your bottom lip down slightly.

“Still got that attitude?” He raspily whispered.

“I’ll always have this attitude.” You copped back, watching as an amused look lingered in his eye. He glanced down at your naked lower half and the wetness smearing your thighs. Then he leaned to the left and turned the shower knob, water casting down that you knew you were about to probably be under.

“You’re a mess. Should get you cleaned up.” His hands roamed from your hips up to the end of your gear, the tight top that he would deny, but he really liked when you wore. You let him slide it over your head and suddenly felt self conscious as you stood in front of him, fully naked so you grabbed the end of his hoodie and slid that over, and he stepped back to remove his shirt underneath, leaving him wearing nothing but that gold cross around his neck.

He nodded his head to the shower. “Don’t worry, I’m still gonna fuck the shit out of you.” He smirked as he placed his hand on your lower back to guide you in. You spun around the second the water casted down on you, scorching your skin until that heat was forgotten as he wrapped his arms around you and switched places, blocking most of the scolding hot drops.

“Wow, you actually did something nice for me.” You tease, feeling his thumb stroke your lower back.

“About to do a lot of nice things for you.” And then his lips were latched to your neck, his fingers found themselves intertwined in your soaked hair and all you could do was let the feeling in. The tingles on your skin mixed with the strange feeling of fire erupting through your veins and he was the cause of it all.

You sighed deeply as he walked you back, pinned again to another wall by his body pressing against yours. He was aiming to leave reddened patches over your skin and it wasn’t long before he pulled back and saw the mark he made, which would be a pretty nice sized hickey you’d have to lie to your friends about.

You stared up at him a bit breathless, and he looked down at you with lustful, impatient eyes. He had so many thoughts swirling through his head but the first thing he planned to do was make sure there was no way you wouldn’t be thinking about him every single night before you go to sleep from now on.

He reversed your places, now with his back against the shower wall that he planned to use for leverage. His hands found your hips and he lowered himself slightly, angling his hips forward so that his cock was positioned perfectly at your needy core.

His eyes caught yours just as his tip brushed over your heated skin, his hand wrapping around his shaft to keep it there as he slowly slid it around, teasing like you already expected from him.

“Not sure you can handle this, but I’ll let you try.” He smirked, and all that did was make you want to prove yourself to him so, you grabbed him in your own hand and adjusted his tip to your entrance before you angled your hips foward and pushed him in.

Right from the start he was overwhelmingly stretching you out. You could feel him taking every space between your walls and claiming it all with his size. You had to bite down on your lower lip to keep from whimpering, and he held his hips still, as much as he wanted to push in deeper, to give you time to adjust to him.

Your hands found his shoulders and his found your hips as he helped you take all of him, easing you through it until he felt his tip hit your cervix, proudly at that.

“Take your time” he whispered, and with no smart ass comment behind that remark, which was surprising.

But you, ever the sarcastic girl, shook your head and looked into his eyes, making sure he hears you when you say, “Don’t need to”

And with that, you started rocking your hips back and forth, his length stretching you to your limits with every move you made but deliciously so. It was a pain that you knew you weren’t going to be able to get enough of. Already addicting, you were fucked from this point on.

But that’s okay, because so was Tyler. He was doing his best to hide it, but the way you were gripping him so tight, sucking him right back in every time he glided out was making his head spin. He wanted more already and he knew that was going to be the case when the two of you go back to your normal after you leave the shower.

“Fuck” you breathed out, wincing when he pushed in deeper.

“Taking me better than I thought you would” be groans out of pure anticipation. He’s trying so hard not to get carried away and it’s not working out too well, because feeling your nails dig into his skin and watching your teeth sink into your lip is quickly becoming his weakness.

Your eyes peered open through the steam surrounding the two of you and you caught sight of his expression. For once he didn’t have that cocky arrogance even though his words were full of it. He looked like he’d completely succumbed to you. His eyes were focused solely on your reactions, filled with undeniable admiration even though you knew he’d never admit to that.

He kept his back pressed against the wall but his hips pushed against it, starting to go a little faster simply because he couldn’t help himself, and one of his goals was to hear you moan his name while he’s the one making you feel good.

You felt his fingertips dig into your skin, hands tightly gripping your hips as he guided your every move. You looked down to where his cock was disappearing inside of you, the feeling so intense you could hardly keep your head up.

Moans and whimpers quickly morphed into cries and whines of pure pleasure as he snapped his hips back and to, driving so deep inside of you that you could barely take it.

“That’s it baby, let me do all the work while you take my dick like a good girl. Matter of fact-“ he pulls out quickly, surprising you until he spins you around. You pressed your hands to the shower wall to keep steady and as soon as he entered you again, his fingers intertwined yours.

You arched your back and he leaned away slightly to watch as he fucked into you. Your ass jiggled each time his hips rocked into you and the look of that alone was almost too much for him, coupling that with your walls having a vice grip around him, this man was nearly done for.

Your cheek pressed against the wall, mouth couldn’t figure out how to stay shut for the first time as a list of unnatural noises came flying past your lips. And Tyler loved every single sound you made.

He folded over you, his lips finding your neck where he decided he just wanted to leave another purple patch in their place. Your head lolled to the side, letting him do whatever he wanted as he kept thrusting into you.

The sounds of your skin slapping and a mix of moans, whimpers and heavy breaths overpowered that shower water casting down on the tile but neither of you cared at that point.

He pulled off of your neck with a pop and his teeth grazed the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps skating down your whole body. His heavy breaths were puffed in your ear and you were quickly realizing you loved the sound of him like that, whether you liked that fact or not.

“Next time you touch yourself, this is what you need to think about” he breathily whispered, punctuating his words with harder thrusts. “And when your fingers aren’t leaving you satisfied, then you need to call me.”

Your eyes rolled back as he slammed into you. He leaned back and grabbed your hip, keeping your steady as he picked up the pace. You quickly started feeling your stomach coil, a pleasurable sensation that was taking over too rapidly to process.

“Oh my God” you cried out.

“I told you baby. Tyler. I’m the one you need to be crying out for. Only name that needs to come from those pretty little lips is mine.” He slams into you once again, now holding both of your hips as he thrusts with a speed that had you seeing flashes of white.

He grabbed a handful of your wet hair and pulled your head back, his lips coming to your ear once more.

“I don’t know what you’re gonna tell your little friends when they ask you why you’re walking funny” he mutters against your cheek, “or why there’s hickeys on your neck” he adds as he pulls out halfway, just to slam right back into you. “But I’d love to be there when you give them your bullshit explanation, and if you say any other man aside from me did that to you, I’ll fuck you right there in front of them.”

He leaned back up and gripped your hips again. “Cause baby, I’m not letting anyone take credit for the way I’m ruining you.” His fingertips grip your hips so tightly you’re sure they’ll leave red marks in their place. “And as much as you might wanna keep this our little secret, I’m just not sure you’ll be able to do that for very long. Not when I’m done with you.”

At that point you barely could comprehend him, but that was until he pulled out of you, just to spin you around. You came face to face with him again. He wanted to see what he was doing to you and needless to say, looking at how blitzed you were, he was pretty proud of himself.

He then wrapped his hands under your thighs and lifted you up. Your legs felt like noodles but you still managed to wrap them around his hips. There was a familiar sting when he pushed himself back into you but you quickly realized that you loved it, and unfortunately you were probably going to want it again after this.

He held you up as he rocked into you. The shower water had started running cold against his back but he didn’t care. He was so hyper focused on you that he didn’t even feel the ice droplets against his skin. And that man hates cold showers.

“You’re so pretty while you’re getting fucked” he huffed out. “Wish you could see yourself right now. See how fucking hot you look with my dick stuffed inside your perfect little pussy. All those marks on your neck. Fucking gorgeous just like I knew you’d be.”

Your mouth fell open but nothing but those inhuman sounds could come out. Your hands gripped his biceps and you felt his muscles stiffen beneath your touch. Your eyes fluttered to get a good glimpse of him but it was all so blurry. You were on the edge of an impending high and apparently he knew exactly what to do to bring you over.

“Next time you open your mouth to say some smart ass shit, remember my dick getting shoved down your throat, cause that’s exactly what ima do, baby. From now on, you’re gonna be a little nicer, or you’re gonna get that pretty throat ruined.”

You moaned at that for some reason you really didn’t even know, and especially when you felt his teeth scrape over your jaw, his lips peppering delicate kisses down your neck was such a stark contrast to the way he was fucking into you so roughly that your brain had completely checked out.

“I know you’re loving every second of this. I can feel it. Your pussy squeezing me so tight, can’t hardly let me pull out of you without sucking me right back in.” He rasps against your slick skin, reveling in the moans that are ripping through your lips. “You want to come on my dick so bad you’re shaking, baby. You’re practically begging for it.”

Your eyes fluttered open and caught his. His hair was slick against his skin, eyes low and rather hazy. He had sweat beads slipping down his temple and looked like the absolute picture of perfection, as much as you hated to admit it.

His lips landed on yours, taking you by surprise in that moment but you easily kissed him back. His tongue surpassed and entered your mouth, finding your own tongue as he slowed his thrusts down from hard, sharp snaps of his hips to slow, smooth and languid pushes in and out of you and for a moment it felt so intimate that you almost fought against it but, it also felt right, and you decided not to overthink that and just let it happen. You’d ignore the feelings it brings later.

His hands cradled your face as his tongue danced with yours. You felt his cock push back into you easily, yet carefully, and he held it there for a few seconds before he pulled halfway out, just to do it all over again.

He pulled his lips back and both of your eyes opened. For a moment you were both so caught up in the emotion that suddenly aroused, you both wondering why things just took such a turn but Tyler was quick to snap his hips and pick up the pace again, because like you, he didn’t want to overthink.

Caught by surprise once again, your head fell back against the shower wall his name rolled off the tip of your tongue way too easily.

“Fuck” he groaned when he heard it. “So fucking hot when you moan my name like that, angel. Fucking love it.”

“Please don’t stop Tyler, please, I’m so close I-“

“Wasn’t planning to, baby” he snaps his hips again and buried his face in the crook of your neck. He keeps you held up when he feels your body going limp, knowing your orgasm was about to rip through you and he was more than just ready for it.

Your eyes screwed shut as you held him tightly against you, feeling him hit your sweet spot over and over until your entire body suddenly erupted with the warmth that you’d been aiming for, pure euphoria rolling through your veins as he rocked your through it.

“Fuck, oh my- Tyler! Fuck!” You were a babbling mess as you felt that high crash into you, along with his merciless hips. He thrusted three more times before he stilled those hips. Low grunts and groans of his morphed into the air with your higher moans and whimpers.

You were barely comprehensible at that point when you felt your feet get placed gently on the shower floor. He slid out of you but kept his face buried in the crook of your neck for a couple extra seconds, both attempting to catch your breaths.

After a minute or two, he picked his head up to look down at you. He now had tired eyes and a lazy smirk plastered on his face, but there was a lot of pride evident in those dark eyes and it immediately made your cheeks tinge red, though you tried to hide it by dropping your head.

That’s when you felt his finger curl under your chin and lift your gaze back to him. “Tell me again how you’d only let me fuck you if your life depended on it.” He smirked, and you couldn’t help but do the same as you looked into his unusually soft eyes.

“I mean, I was feeling nice today. Don’t get used to it.”You shoot him a look as you step out the shower.

“You were not feeling nice today. Maybe you’re feeling nice right now, but not earlier you weren’t. You might as well just admit it, YN.” He steps out the shower and placed himself in front of you, leaning down to grab your clothes off the floor before he hands them to you.

“Admit what, Tyler?” You grabbed your clothes and gave him a cross look.

“That you just wanted me to fuck you.” He shrugs with a boyish grin, and as much as you do try to act like it annoyed you, it wasn’t so much anymore. Not as much as you wished it did, anyway.

“Why don’t you admit it?” You countered as you slipped on your shorts.

“That I wanted to fuck you?” He asks as he slips on his shorts and pops the band against his waist. “Okay, I mean, obviously. I just did, didn’t I? See I can admit things, but you never can. That’s your problem. You like to try to hide things to much.”

“Appreciate the advice, Dr. Phil, but I really don’t have anything to admit.” You crossed your arms after you slipped on your shirt. He hated that there were clothes on you again but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“Nothing?” He quirks his brow. “Nothing at all?”

You peered your eyes at him, noting how he was trying to act like he knew something he clearly didn’t. You shook your head and stepped back towards the door.

“Nope. But I need to go fix myself up before my friends see me looking like this and ask me what the fuck happened, thanks for that.” You bite out, but all he does is let his eyes linger down to those purple patches he left on your neck.

“Yeah, well, when you’re begging for more, you know where to find me.”

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One Thousand Desires. | L.HC (M)

prologue- “Sell your soul to me darling.” + “I can give you anything and everything you want, you just have to say the words.”

summary: there is a saying that you shouldn’t be walking the streets late at night on Halloween because a demon can latch itself on to you. But surely that’s just a myth, y/n believes. She is fearless and never gets scared. Until she meets a demonic entity in her house.

tw- demon fantasy romance. demon!haechan. smut. romance. fluff. enemies to lovers type of thing. dark content and language. blood mention. death mention. horror elements. graphic detail. erm yh read at your own warning. Unprotected. Boob play. Biblical themes.

notes- 😫 Kinktober fanfic!

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You stand still in front of your locked door, a fall of your sweat hits the ground and as did your legs giving up, you’re on the floor of your apartment. Pupils shrieking in multiple sizes from small to large, reflecting upon the terrifying red glowing ominous eyes right at you,

As if it was waiting for your move to make theirs. Starting to feel self conscious of everything your body did, the heart beating fast made your brain paranoid, your lungs suffocating with lack of oxygen as your anxiety took over with the massive amount of adrenaline in your veins.

The way this situation made no sense. You came back home alone, yet there stands a black floating figure with a large cloak covering its face. Long limbs latching forward crawling to just take a nip at you. The only thing you could see on the creature was their large dangerous eyes, watching you intensely.

Y/n’s nose becomes short ragged as your lips quaver open silently without a tone escaping, your nostrils flaring in adenoidal; speaking through your sounds out of the nostrils.

“What the hell are you…” You whisper, though it came out as almost silent air, the creature heard you crystal clear like a transparent gas in the air.

He cackles amused, stepping forward leisurely as he looks around the hallway where family portraits and photos, sometimes painting you’d hung up too, start to fall and shake down as if it was vibrating through him. The glass shatters causing you to flinch on the ground, crawling backwards immediately when he stops seeing you look so panicked.

“I am the genie.” He dramatically slurs. The massive cloak floating body of its crouched down to the perfect eye level, but he was still looking at you from above where you had to force yourself to look up at him. Like a sinner.

He sighs at your silence. “No scream? No words? Cat got your tongue?”

He questions, wondering if perhaps you were far too shocked to the point loss of words. Little did he know you were so terrified that perhaps you wished this was a dream that ended this instant. Never in your life have you experienced fear until now. This foreign feeling was both addicting with adrenaline as you felt like you were floating in between clouds, but at the same time you knew once this dangerous thrilling hormone in your body dies down.

You’re going to feel like the shittiest human on earth. You will live in denial, or, perhaps you’ll live in fear constantly as well paranoia.

You shake your head breathing heavily with pants. “This can’t be real. This is a dream. What the fuck is a genie.” You exclaim at once, explosively.

“I thought you’d never ask.” The deep mannerism voice said, would he take off the cloak to surpass the intense curiosity that gains your attention on the go.

Everyone would be just like you, expecting a deadly monster of some sort, like an abomination that was out of movies. A mutant with weird deforming facial structure, maybe something out of resident evil too. Green skin, or black skin representing the darkness. A high abnormal height like of creepypasta characters. No hair. Striking giant eyeballs ready to control you. And finally, a large carved deadly smile with cunning fangs to gnaw you to shreds, eat you alive, kill you, end your life within a minute or a second. But no. You were only answered with million other questions endlessly piling up when you saw the complete opposite of what you’d imagine the creature before you looks like, which ultimately makes you believe that you might be in fact dreaming but the more you pinch yourself it proven you to be wrong. This was in fact, all reality.

In front of you stands the most beautiful man you have ever laid your eyes on. Honey-like bronze skin melting like syrup, smooth as wood when sandpapered, his heart shaped jawline and mouth were this red apple colour, glossing brightly with dewiness as if he were a painting canvas. The way he had thick black hair , stylised in a mullet with mini curls peeking out; the creature looking so humanised, looks at you with a daunting expression and a smug-smirk, he saw the way your eyes light up in surprise and shock, soon sparkling stars enlighten. He knew himself he was out of this world.

But seeing the reactions of someone else never fails to boost his egotistical heart to beat alive once again.

“I am genie. The demon who will grant you thousands desires.”

The man bows his head as he stands up to you. He lifts himself back up awaiting your response. In which you blurt out,

“I thought genie was…meant to be in a lamp.�� You carefully troath, the man let’s out a disappointing head shake and a compliant. Of course he was expecting a mortal to compare him to a fictional character that stole his title!

It hurt his pride and more or else, he would have to say he’s more handsome than a blue floating man from Egypt or whatever.

“How dare you compare me to that stupid fraud.” He coils, offering you an offended expression where he knits eyebrows together,

Glaring at you. Y/n puts her hands up in apologetically manner.

“What do you want from me.” You told and he scoffs turning away from you. The man walks around the house as freely as he wishes, making it his comfort in it. You felt outcasted in your own home, despite it being your property it was as if the foreign demonic entity was marking this place as his own.

The way your words lap to his direction makes him chuckle mentally, humans are always so scared and fragile. Anything to do with death becomes so unknown to them, scarring them from their own life. The genie could grant you immortality if you wish. He can grant anyone anything. All the man is, he is a preacher for the selfish. He hunts whoever feeds on greed and therefore in return he takes their soul. Call him a villain in this story, you wouldn’t be wrong but you wouldn’t be right either. If this was a movie set up, the man would be an morally grey character. He does no heroic actions nor does do any evil. Unless there is something in for him.

In the end his story is bitter and god has punished him. He once was just like you, like any other mortal residing on this forsaken realm. He went by the name Lee Donghyuck, a nickname substituting to Haechan for close friends. He was a rich son born to a wealthy man durning the 1600s. Though born with a silver spoon in his mouth only intensified his selfish greed that cost people lives upon lives. He was a murderer. He was the result of the seven deadly sins, greed. He broke religious commandments without a thought twice. Hence in the end when his life came to a sore bitter stop, god has made him a demon. There was no way the man up there was letting him off that easy with a first class ticket to hell. Where all the problems he has caused on earth has deputised chaos, the price became himself.

Now he has to hunt people. Lure them with an exquisiteness charm. Conning humans to sell their souls to him. If he fails to get them a day, God made sure to make it clear that he shall perish into ashes.

Donghyuck turns on the heels of his black leather boats, swiftly shifting his back away where he faces you, sending a carving charming grin at your helpless soft innocent looking face.

“Sell your soul to me darling.” He advised, not like you had a choice. donghyuck is a man of his words and when he wants something; he will get it, no matter what.

Though the maddening words sent the outmost terrifying terror in your body, your heart was surprisingly the most calm organ in your system. The lungs felt like a large concrete wall was pushing in and in, hiding out the leftover oxygen, in returning making your chest tighten and you, unable to breathe in air through your lungs because of how anxious you are.

Running adrenaline was not enough to keep you numb. You need something more to make you calm. The handsome entity saw the way your twisted expression flashes in a second, the moment he approaches you again by walking forward to come closer.

“Why. Why me.” You blabber out. Head shaking in frustrated dwelling. Why did it have to be you? Why did he pick you?

There was a reason of why he chose you out of anyone else. Donghyuck found you to be the most qualified and entertaining mortal , to the point he wants you to sell your soul willingly. Sure, he’s collected thousands upon thousands of souls from human to human differing from one another; but they don’t quite hit the same as you. He observed you for a few days, learned your weaknesses and strengths. Hell he even caught you doing your private showering to your late night fling sex. You’re a strong individual. One to never show fear. One to fight for what she believes and the one for taking control. He’d like to think you’re scared to be vulnerable as you cannot stand a situation going out of your hands. For example like this situation currently. You’re left hyperventilating because this scares you to be exposed to something foreign.

But not to worry. Donghyuck can give you anything and everything, you just have to make up your mind and say something. The man kneels down on his knees, his back arching forward to lean close to your beautiful scarce face. Donghyuck gently strokes your face with his hands, the tension from your soft smooth and clear face sent him into havens he’s never been to before. Such a beautiful damsel you are but at the same time not very damsel either. The way his hand effects you, rose him with arousal of excitement.

Breathe hitches loudly, the corner of your eyes staring down at the pretty sun kissed hands holding your cheek sliding down to the very edge of your jawline, Lifting you to look up at him directly.

“You fascinate me Y/n. You’re so different from the mortals that all act the same, wish for the same things, hell, it’s as if I’ve been meeting the same person for decades.”

He whispers now, transmitting all emotions in his voice that strike you to be so humane. Donghyuck looks like you, a person, but the image of him at the beginning standing in your hallway so creepily sends shivers down your spine. He’s dangerous. But little by little you’re starting to fall just a bit.

“I can give you anything and everything you want, you just have to say the words.” He tells Y/n who stared at him with wide shrieking pupils. He put a spell on you, metaphorically, you felt your head spinning.

He wonders, what do you desire? You don’t show any impulse for money. You don’t seek revenge in your large beautiful heart and you definitely do not look for immortality. So what could you possibly desire subconsciously and openly in your body, heart, mind and soul? It leaves him on a toll of overthinking thoughts, he cannot figure you out. This is what he meant by different.

You’re just one of the few mortals (though he’d have to say one of its kind) that does not want anything. You’re selfless. Something he never was in his past lives, current life and even as a demonic being. He admires you for your holy trait.

God will definitely have a first class to heaven for you. You aren’t falling so deep in his charming words that are as devilish as they sound in the Bible. He was the snake and his words were a sweet longing red apple waiting to be bitten. You were the humanity on line that did not take a bite. You were cautious and paranoid.

Y/n thickly gulps, finally getting caught in a conflict of the emphasis of ‘everything and anything’. The way your body reacts without filter, you knew that the demonic being in front of you holding you so dear, was now preparing for your answer. You close your eyes tightening your thighs together as you lean with your eyes closed.

“I…”

He heard you pause abruptly. The beautiful man in front of you was fooling you so deeply into an endless pool of sinful thoughts. God, you prayed in your head to forgive you for what you’re thinking and for what you’re considering to do.

Selling your soul? You happen to ask yourself if it is worth the effort and price to sell yourself to a man so enthral, for what you’re desiring is a job no one could do.

You’re a lustful young woman who hit her twenty’s not too long ago. You’re not that experienced. In fact you only recently lost your virginity to some bum of a man at a party,

You blame the alcohol for its doing because if you knew who you slept with you’d reconsider the man immediately.

But yes your first time wasn’t the most proudest and it definitely was a shit experience. You’ve never been left satisfied enough and you didn’t have your first orgasm either. Now that there stands before you a demon with such sex appeal, you can’t help but let your mind run laps and the idea could only get you wetter and wetter.

“There is no need to be shy. I will give you everything you wish for.” The demon reassures and pulls his hand away. You inhale deeply.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Y/n finally let’s out the words she so wanted to speak for so long, with a long ragged breathing, the demon faces her with a chilling dark expression that screams to you ‘with pleasure.’ He was just as glad to hear such an intimate activity. It could only put the innocence beauty of yours to be a fraudulent disguise. It doesn’t seem like you are so…pearl and gem like golden as he thought.

You’re just as sickening and twisted as he is. “I knew i did a good job picking you…” he trails softly lifting you up by his body bridal style. He heard mini surprise noises leaving your lips. The man speedily teleports in your bedroom with you thrown on the bed. He floats lightly to the bed with him over you, as he did not waste a minute,

All you heard him whisper was a few Latin words and a click to the fingers. You become nude and exposed so easily. A shivering cold air hit the skin, goosebumps hovering on you. Donghyuck licks the bottom lip eyeing you up and down, like you were for his eyes only to see. His soul. His human.

No one else’s.

“Would you rather prefer my demonic form or my human form?” He casually asked as he took off the dark grim cloak, exposing the white fancy-looking shirt that came off instantly to reveal the chiselled body of his, glowing brown skin eking to be marked by you. You weren’t focused on yourself to realise that unknowingly you grind on his cloth thighs, repeatedly humping it dry. You moan.

Donghyuck holds down the hips flat on the bed, pushing your body with it. He smirks seeing how frustrated you are, the more reactive you get the more he felt the sexual tension built. Lord have mercy on your soul, you’re not so bright afterall.

“Human. Keep the human form, please.” You tell desperately, closing your eyes shut and reopening them to see Donghyuck licking the inner thighs, soft bites to the canine teeth made, he found the places on your body that you never knew about would make you so sensitive and weak to the knees. The inner thighs mark where he bit down, spilling small scabs of blood in his mouth, traces his tongue up your legs to the round curve hips. Above your abdomen he rests, kissing it.

Lips were so deadly as your body jolts at it. The new feeling of warm mouth placing wet kisses, up from the stomach rural area until he reaches the exposed chest. In goes your right tit first, circled by the hungry tongue and a soft punch by the canine teeth leaving you to shout with pleasurable vocals; a few wet kisses once again when he pulls off the chest, he comes forward to your neck that made you become so ragged with oxygen. The same suffocating sensation from earlier except, this time, you were enjoying the way he made you run out of breath by simply teasing and putting on a minor foreplay.

You never felt such compatibility with anyone before except him and he wasn’t a human. You ache for him more and more he kept you waiting but despite the way he needs you to sell your soul as desperately too, he wasn’t in such hurry as you were.

“God, don’t keep me waiting please.” Y/n pleads like there was no tomorrow. Your voice echoes in the man’s ears like music, he darkly laughs sadistically. “Darling there is no god involved here. Only the devil.” —

“But don’t worry my soul. I’ll make this the most unforgettable everlasting pleasure to quench that lustful body of yours.” He continues to trace as the did his fingers now connect to your swollen clit gushing for a release for a lifetime, hands were as warm as the sun itself; scorching your skin with such impact you will never forget in your memory. Rubbing freely with a flick to his wrists left your wet velvety walls reopen and spill with an instant orgasm. He sat in awe watching it from the get go, becoming more and more invested in making you do it again from the beginning; and he did . Each thrust of his fingers, whether he would penetrate with his fingers to your another orgasm, or if he was simply abusing your clit again to get out that wet action in front of him, it didn’t leave you stopping with disappointment. It left you stunned with you seeing stars.

You never knew you could come so many times. He made you come for the tenth time. By the time the two finished on the tenth orgasm incoming her sensitive body, the man was ready to witness the dazedly pupils rolling on the room unable to focus on him, and as did her thighs pressing together. He rubs the entire pussy in his hands as he lets go, his mouth welcomes the fingers coating with the woman’s bodily liquid. He hums satisfied, making a large ‘pop’ by pulling his fingers from his mouth once he licked them clean, not wasting any of your come.

“You taste sweet.” He boosts causing you to go feverishly red as you cover your face, biting the bottom lip in a hurry.

“Fuck. I never came that hard in my life before.” You pant. Donghyuck begins to brag to y/n, as if he took a remarkable achievement out of this. Out of you. “Of course you didn’t. Those mortals can’t satisfy your needs can they, my darling y/n?” He chides as you felt your skin prickle at the tone.

It bothers you how he’s right. No one could compare to the devil himself. You’re afraid this one lasting moment will leave you blue balled for the rest of your life until you have your judgement day. The devil himself huffs watching you stay silent, in which he took to an offence as he grabs forward your neck lifting you by only one percentage of his strength.

He stared into your lustful longing eyes, longing so deeply for him and only him; it made Donghyuck feel so good and validated to have as someone obsessed as you wanting to attain him, to rail you until you’re crying tears and it doesn’t bother him or you.

“You can admit it. Tell me how no one else can satisfy you like i do.”

He deepens, watching your mouth slip open.

“We just gotten started. I can’t answer that without evidence.” You murmur though it all came down to your plan of teasing the entity in which you will soon realise you shouldn’t of done that; but did you regret it in the future? Absolutely not. The way your ignorant words shot him and his damn ego, clenching his jaw at you, he smirks balling the tongue at the corner of his cheek. He drops you down on the bed where he stands up.

The man walks over to the end frame of the bed. With a grab to your first, out of thin air he teleports a pair of handcuffs in the same palm; attaching your left wrist to the bed frame and so did he with your right wrist to the bedroom frame too.

He looks at you with a proud expression that left you far more exposed again, wide legs open as your arms were tugging on the metallic objects resisting you from moving. He gals at you like black petrol dangerously surrounding you at a pool helplessly.

“I will make you eat your words.” He bleats.

With y/n’s hands restrained above the bed structured frame, spread and ready to take the lengthy cock belonging to the one and only devil, you came to a realisation quickly once the burning pain stretches with sheer girth out the velvety slimy walls. Thank god he made you come so many times otherwise you would’ve struggled much more, a mere tip had you gripping nothing but air . Digging own fingertips in your skin to the point of scrapping it with blood. Himself, Donghyuck couldn’t help but let out a satisfying hum run out his open mouth gaping down as he watches himself bulk in your body like it was made for him. The way he saw a shadow of his cock buried deep in you just on your stomach, made his eyes roll backwards in his head. You bite down on your lip, eyeing him up and down, he looks back at you with a reflective expression.

For a moment. Y/n swore she saw a flash of emotions run on Donghyuck’s face, making her heart skip a beat when the man’s face crashed forward. Whispering a string of praises.

“Hell’s sake, you’re made to take my cock my beautiful soul. You’re doing so well.” He beams watching you take every inch inside. As you should be.

You whine leaning back on the pillows. “More. Please more. I want you to move.”

He grins at the way you’re pleading a list of desires straightforwardly, all because of getting dick tonight, in a way this was possibly the most fun desire he has committed and probably the most intimate. Never in his lifetime (that he’s lived in so far) would he thought he’s involving himself in a situation with a mortal involving sex. It would be a lie to say, he isn’t enjoying it because he very much is enjoying it way more than he thought he would.

“I’m going to indulge a little bit then.” He tells you obediently doing as you told him to. Who was he to say no to you when you’re out here commanding so passionately?

Rocking the hips inwards with ramming motions flicking the air side to side with every thrust going inside you, pushing in more inches of his cock, your body reacts by jolting upwards at the first sensation of almost resembling ripping in half. The more pain the more addictive the pleasure came later, quick overtaking your radioactive brain on focus mode; your mouth drops open, as did your eyes wide as day seeing heaven in on your bedroom ceiling. You pray the lord himself isn’t watching you from above the holy gates, so he couldn’t see how slut out you are for the inhuman entity in front of you, rambling on such cursing words that would entice anyone on. You confess in your head, mentally prepping yourself to seek forgiveness afterwards. But would you want to seek forgiveness when you have this deep feeling in the deep darkness pits of your stomach that you’re most likely going to repeat this situation again… or perhaps even long and pray for Donghyuck again.

Every little movement meant so much to you, you felt everything ten times thousandth fold. The senses heighten and you weren’t sure if it was because of how good Donghyuck is railing your body like there will be no tomorrow for you to see daylight, as if he was planning to ruin you completely, like you were god’s most favourite human in this realm and he was messing you up to be corrupted so he can laugh at the man’s face for taking something so valuable. In other words, he wasn’t leaving until he makes you physically unable to walk again.

In the missionary position with a final thrust forward he stops, suddenly causing you to reopen your eyes to look right at him. The man lifts both of your legs up, folding them in half towards his chest where he brings himself up just a bit, resting above you. Somehow in this position it felt more feral, he felt more animalistic, because this way you felt him press on an area inside you that he didn’t quite hit in the previous position. You gasp once the rough fisting tip of his cock jabs forward repeatedly, making your body squirm.

Million electrical charges run on your bed. Donghyuck has pressed your head down on the pillow, as he continues to fuck into you his large springs of come, painting the inside of your womb white like it were snowing. You grasp palms tightly as you fidget on the metallic handcuffs on the bed frame, small blood running out of your palm as you were scratching and pinching it from the amount of pleasure he was giving you at once, without a merciful thought to you.

He didn’t spare you any kindness and why would he? The man looks down at you with sweaty bangs, a lustful red-eyes glowing right at you, those same dangerous horrific eyes that will give you hauntingly nightmares every night forever . The devil watches how your chest pumps for oxygen, he can hear the raging heartbeat going haywire and he loves it. Donghyuck darkly watching you like you were one of his victims he has killed before.

You’re just like the rest of them. One of the thousands mortals that sold their soul to him for something in return. But he has One Thousand Desires waiting just for you.

No one else can have them only you…

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arlana-likes-to-write · 1 year

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Can you write another big sister part where it’s one of their firsts nights reunited after the red room (could be days before or the day after her birthday party btw) where yelena has a nightmare and woke up startled so she remembers reader is there this time and goes to her bedroom like she used to do when they were kids. Natasha heard her waking up bc she used to comfort yelena so she goes to reader’s room too and they have a heart to heart moment kinda have a sleepover 🥰 thank you

I hope you enjoy this!

What if I'm not needed?

Warning: nightmare, angst with fluff, hand to hand combat and injuries

Word Count: 2.1k

Yelena woke up with a silent scream. Her breathing was erratic and her heart was beating. A layer of sweat covered her body. She threw off the blanket and placed her bare feet on the ground. The cold floor sent a shiver up her spine. It grounded her. It told her mind that she was in her room and not back there. Nightmares were rare for the youngest Black Widow but with everything that happened in the past few months, it was triggering buried memories. Natasha told her it was a possibility that it would happen. Yelena was annoyed that she was right. With a sigh, she walked to the bathroom and splashed the cold water on her face. It felt good. She dried her face and stepped out of her bedroom. The idea of going back to sleep didn’t seem appealing, especially alone. She could go see Natasha but it was always a catch if she was going to be in her room with Maria or be in Maria’s room. As much as Yelena liked Maria, she didn’t want to deal with her. She sighed, feeling defeated until she remembered you were still in the compound. You were returning to St. Petersburg in a few days to continue freeing Widows. Yelena smiled and headed to your room.

A knock woke you up. You sat up slowly rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You kicked the blankets off and walked to the door. You were surprised to see Yelena. “Hi.” She whispered. “I had a nightmare. Can I sleep in here with you?” You held open your door without a second thought. Yelena walked into your room and straight for your bed. It took you back to Ohio when she would come to you at night because she was scared. You smiled after all these years she still trusted you. You closed the door and joined her in bed. She was playing with the blanket.

“I know it’s been a while,” you said. “But you can tell me what your nightmare was about.” She didn’t answer. You lay on your back, looking up at the ceiling. You started laughing. “Do you remember when we pranked Natasha by pretending that she was invisible?” It was after a night Yelena snuck into your room because she caught a glimpse of a horror movie Melina and Alexei were watching. You caught a glimpse of Yelena smiling. “She was so mad at us. I’m pretty sure mom had to get involved for us to stop.” Yelena giggled. You looked at her. Her smile was gone but she didn’t look sad, just lost in thought.

“I was at Target Practice,” Yelena said. “They brought me into the room and there were two people with bags over their heads. A gun was put in my hand and they told me to shoot. So I did.” Yelena whipped a tear that fell. “But when they took the bag off it was you and Nat.” You frowned. You were no stranger to your mind creating false scenarios. Yelena looked at you. “Why did my mind show me something that never happened?”

“Your mind is your best and most powerful weapon,” you told her. “It can be an ally when you need it most but also your enemy.” You smiled, sitting up and placing some loose hair behind her ear. “You went through something traumatic at a very young age completely against your will. Your mind is going to take the people you care about and hurt them.”

“Does your mind do that to you?” You nodded.

“Yes,” you admitted. “They have you and Nat in them. But I’m going to give you a little secret, you control the outcome of the nightmare.” She looked confused. “It’s your mind, malen'koye solnyshko (little sun). They are gone and can’t hurt us anymore.” She nodded.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“Anytime. Come on, we need sleep.” You both got comfortable and Yelena rested her head on your shoulder. You waited till her breathing evened out and she was asleep but you closed your own eyes. Your advice was easier said than done as you were struggling to get control of your mind.

Natasha was surprised to find Yelena’s room empty. Her sister was not a morning person. She had to drag Yelena out of bed for morning meetings or training. “FRIDAY, where is Yelena?” She asked the AI.

“Miss. Belova is in the kitchen.” Odd. Natasha thanked the AI and headed to the kitchen. Yelena was in the kitchen making a protein smoothie.

“Morning, sestra,” Yelena said with a smile. “Your smoothie is in the fridge. I wasn’t sure when you’d be up.” She walked over to the fridge and took a small sip before putting it back. She liked to have something in her stomach before a workout.

“I went to your room and I was surprised you weren’t there.” Yelena put her smoothie in the fridge.

“I had a nightmare and went to see Y/n.” She said simply.

“Why didn’t you come to me?” Natasha asked.

“I wasn’t sure if you were with Maria or not,” Yelena shrugged. “Come on, let’s go for our run.” It felt off at Yelena’s confession. For the longest time, Yelena came to her when a nightmare happened. That's how it’s always been. Natasha was jealous. After all this time apart, Yelena still came to you. It took Natasha a few years to gain Yelena’s trust when they arrived in America. She pushed the feeling down and followed her sister outside.

You’ve had enough. For the past 24 hours, you’ve been walking on eggshells around Natasha. Every time you walked into a room and she was in it she walked out. You’ve tried to make conversation but she only gave one-word answers. Even Yelena didn’t know what was going on. You were leaving soon and you were not leaving until you figured out what the hell you did wrong.

FRIDAY told you she was in the training room. You changed into a workout outfit and found your sister throwing punches at a sandbag. The metal chain that held the sandbag to the ceiling rattled from each punch. You’ve been on the receiving end of her punches. The instructors of the Red Room loved making the two of you fight. “We need to talk.” You said, standing next to her with your arms crossed.

“I’m busy.” She said. You rolled your eyes.

“Let’s spar then. It’s been a while since we’ve fought.” She made no move to indicate that she heard you. “Come on Natalia. You aren’t one to back down from a challenge.” You knew what buttons to press. You walked over to the training mats. The sandbag stopped moving and you heard her footsteps joining you on the mat. Hook, line, and sinker.

“Do we have any hard limits?” She asked.

“I promise I won’t send you to the med bay.” You smirked. Natasha huffed and got into her fighting stance. She was off. Her mind was not in it. You were landing easy punches and taking her down. It was further proof that something was wrong. You kicked your leg out and Natasha became off-balanced. You grabbed the collar of her shirt, bringing her down to the ground. “Are you ready to talk?” She wrapped her hands around your waist and threw you over her. You landed on your back.

“There's nothing to talk about.” She said. You got back to your feet. You dogged her first punch, and the second punch made contact with your stomach but you caught the third and twisted her arm around her back. You kneed her and she crumbled to the ground.

“Are you sure, Natalia?” You asked. “Because your fighting says otherwise.” She swung her head back and hit your nose. You stumbled backward and felt the blood on your nose. You looked at her stunned. She seemed as shocked as you were. Your jaw clenched. “Fine.” You said, whipping the blood with the back of your hand. “If you want to fight like that. We will.” The air in the training room grew tense as you began to not pull your punches. Natasha had you pinned to the ground.

“Wield.” She said. You flipped her over.

“Not a chance.” You said.

“Enough you two.” Yelena entered the training room. She ran over to you and yanked you off of Natasha. Yelena stood between you two to prevent another fight. “Go to your rooms and calm down before you kill each other.” You whipped the sweat off of your forehead. You sighed and walked to your room.

The shower calmed your nerves. Your nose wasn’t broken and the serum was healing your wounds. You wondered if you sat in your room and if Natasha would come to see you. But your sister was prideful. You sighed and opened your door. Natasha was standing in front of you. “Yelena said if I don’t come to talk to you she is never gonna talk to me again so here I am.” You stepped out of the way. She walked into your room and sat on your bed. You closed the door and leaned on it. “How’s your nose?”

“Fine,” you said. “It’s not broken. How’s your shoulder?” You almost dislocated it.

“So, are you going to tell me what your deal is?” You asked. She didn’t respond. “Because I’m tired of walking on eggshells around you.”

“I got jealous because Yelena went to you instead of me when she had her nightmare.” You blinked at her slowly, letting her words sit with you.

“Are you serious?” You questioned in disbelief.

“It took me years for her to open up to me.” You laughed, shaking your head. “What?”

“Exactly, it took you years for her to trust you but at least you had those years with her,” You sighed. “I had to use a memory from Ohio to cheer her up but I bet if she went to you, you would have years of memories to choose from.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Natasha said. She looked at the floor. “If she easily went to you then she won’t need me anymore.” All the anger left your body as you stared at your sister. You sat down next to her.

“What do you mean?” You looked at your door.

“I haven’t been in her life in 20 years,” The last time you saw her was when was ripped out of your arms as soon as the shipping containers opened. “16 for you. I’ve learned about everything you’ve done through news reports and stories from your team because I wasn’t there. I’m not part of this world,” You played with the ring on your finger. “So she will always need you. Me being here won’t change that.” Natasha gave you a smile resting her head on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “It was stupid that I let it get to me,” you shook your head.

“Your feelings are valid. Just come talk to me instead of almost breaking my nose.” Natasha laughed.

“You got yourself a deal.”

You were up so the knock on your door didn’t wake you up. You opened it expecting to see Yelena but you were surprised to see Natasha. She was shifting her weight from side to side. “I had a nightmare. Can I stay with you?” You smiled, letting her into your room. She immediately went to your bed and climbed underneath your covers. You laid down next to her.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked. You knew it was a long shot but you figured it would be good to ask. She shook your head.

“Not really.”

“Okay. Just sleep and I’ll be here when you wake up.”

The next knock woke you up. You felt Natasha shift next to you but made no move to get up. You sighed and opened the door. Yelena was staring back at you. “Natasha wasn’t in her room.” She said. You moved out of the way and pointed to Natasha’s sleeping form.

“It seems like that kind of night. Come on.” You closed the door as Yelena climbed into bed. She was going to be in between you and Natasha. You climbed into bed, which barely had enough room for 3 grown adults. Yelena rested her head on Natasha’s chest. You made a mental note to tell Natasha that Yelena looked for her first thing in the morning.

“I’m gonna miss you when you leave,” Yelena said, her voice laced with sleep.

“Me too,” Natasha admitted. Her eyes were still closed. You smiled.

“I’ll be around. You guys aren’t getting rid of me that easily.”

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iamnotoriginalphil · 1 year

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hii! may i request a larissa weems x fem!reader where r is only a little shorter than her and larissa's absolutely infatuated by her, mainly because reader doesnt let weems dominate her and weems is just crazy for her but refuses to admit it?

its all over the place but uts pratically an enemies to lovers.. thank you <3

Didn't quite get to the lovers bit, but it's definitely part of the way there. I hope still enjoy it.

“I know you can’t be serious about this.”

Larissa glanced up from her desk. You shoved a paper at her across the desk, leaning with one palm on her desk towards her. She caught the paper, staring down at it.

“What?”

She dragged her eyes back to you. You were leaning so close to her, the desk barely in your way. She wasn’t used to people being able to to get so close to her when her desk was in the way. But then, you had always been special.

“You’re diverting funds from the art program into the some souped up neanderthals running around a pitch. I’m all for wolfing out but we don’t compete against anyone but ourselves,” you said, “so what the hell are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking they need new equipment,” she replied, doing her best to keep her voice calm.

“And the art department doesn’t?” you demanded.

She rose, stalking around the desk towards you. You straightened up, your hands coming to rest on your hips as you stared at her, defiant until the end. She was used to being able to use her height in these moments, to remind people how small they were. Not you. You weren’t more than an inch shorter than her, refusing to back down as she stalked towards you. Her heart skipped a beat.

“It’s not up to you to decide where the funds go,” she said.

“I have been asking for new equipment since I arrived here and what? Coach Vlad comes in, looking all pathetic, simpering for some money from mommy’s teat?” She could hear the derision dripping from your voice and yet heat coursed through her when you called her mommy. That had to be anger, not something else. Not something she wasn’t ready to examine yet.

“You want to be very careful how you tread now,” she said, her face drawing closer to you.

She could see the muscle in your jaw jump as you clenched your teeth. There was something so satisfying about watching you get worked up. Usually it was her feeling the rage rise within her but the anger made your cheeks heat and your eyes brighten. You were a work of art, and one she wanted to keep looking at. For purely professional reasons, of course.

“I just think it’s fascinating that even when our sports teams aren’t part of any national competition, that still trumps our arts program, where we have students winning competitions with their works. Xavier has so much potential and you’re going to ignore that for Coach Vlad’s imaginary sport.”

Oh yes, there was something so thrilling about having you continue to stand up to her. You held your ground, glaring at her, teeth bared and she was surprised by how pleasurable it was to not have to bend down quite so far to be eye level with you.

“You’re ignoring all of the benefits sports provides our students,” she said.

“And you’re ignoring the benefits of arts,” you replied, “I can provide you all of the statistics for that.”

“How about you come back with those and we can continue this discussion?”

She stepped back, leaving you seething in front of her desk. It would give you an excuse to come back, and relatively soon. She did enjoy your sparring matches. And if it made her heart race? That was to do with the adrenaline of going toe to toe with you, not because you looked so beautiful when angry.

No, it had nothing to do with how beautiful you were.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems imagine #larissa weems #principal weems x reader #principal weems imagine

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acourtofinkandpapyrus · 7 months

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A flower with Petals of Flame: Part thirteen (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: Angst, betrayal, secrets, and trauma! Allll the fun stuff-

Part twelve Part fourteen

Tag list: open

Y/n's chat with Azriel does not go well, but at least she has her two friends to support her.

We all sat at the table, and I was probably the happiest one there.

And that was saying a lot.

“How long have you been working with Eris?” Azriel asked me, as if that was why I was acting like this.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like that, he’s a friend. We’ve been for a long time.”

Azriel’s eyes bored into me. “Even after what he did to Morrigan?”

Eris stiffened, and even Sam’s eyes slid over to me.

I hadn’t told Sam. Not because he would judge me, but because it just… I didn’t like talking about it.

I take a deep breath before saying, “Eris didn’t do anything. He was trying to help.”

Azriel’s wings flared as he shot to his feet, the rest of us following. “He left her nailed to a tree.” He growled.

I can feel Eris about to speak, but I cut him off, telling Azriel the thing I thought I would never tell anyone.

“I was the one who told him to leave her there.” I snarl, and I feel tears starting to prick my eyes.

He stops, overloaded.

“I told him to because if Beron knew Eris had helped her, he would have killed both of them. So I told him what to do and I led you there.”

Azriel just stood there. “You left her there. For him.”

“I left her there so that she didn’t have to be forced to marry someone she didn’t love after all she had went through.” I snarl.

“If you want to blame someone, blame me. But Eris? Eris had-”

A warm hand landed on my arm comfortingly, and I looked over to see Eris’s eyes burning softly. “You’re okay.”

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

I turn back to Azriel, who is looking at me with disgust.

“You don’t know the life I’ve had Azriel. So even if you think I’m evil, if you think I’m a monster, I am just doing what I can to help everyone.” I say, even though my heart hurts just from the way he’s looking at me.

“I don’t think you're evil.” Azriel says, but stops there.

“That’s because she’s not.” Sam says, stepping in. “I don’t know what she’s told you, but the things she’s told me about her father are nightmarish.”

I wince as I see Azriel’s eyes sharpen. “Sam-”

“No. Do you know what he did to her?” Sam asked, slamming his hand on the table. “Because if you do and you’re still acting as if her life was easy, as if she didn’t do what she had to, then you are one fucking-”

“SAM.” I shout, staring him down.

I knew he was angry on my behalf, but Azriel wasn’t the enemy. He had no idea what my life was like before.

Even if he did, I couldn’t blame him for being this angry, this hurt.

I still hate myself for what happened.

Why did I expect him to feel any differently?

“Listen Azriel, Rhysand can’t know about this. Not yet anyway.” I shift uncomfortably.

His face twitched, and I could tell he was absolutely furious. “And why not?”

I take a deep breath, glancing at Sam. He was going to hate this.

“What if I showed you why?” I say, my heart beating fast in my chest.

This was a secret, possibly bigger than the secret Velaris had been.

Sam gaped at me. “Y/N, we’ve never-”

I shifted into a role I had become more comfortable with is the past few centuries.

Leader.

“Maybe we haven’t, but before this there was never a mass breach in the universe.” I retort, and Sam nods, understanding I needed the floor.

Azriel wasn’t just anyone, he was family.

And I needed him to see me as more right now. To see who I had become. Funny, since I had always been trying to do the opposite.

His curiosity got the better of him and Azriel asked, “So there were smaller ones?”

I dipped my head in a nod. “I’m sure you’re aware, as they were caused by the cauldron. I’m guessing Julian has kept our secrets by your complete unawareness of this situation.” I say, and I know that it irritates Az that he hadn’t realized that Julian had spun the same lie I had.

The easiest lie, and the most believable one was that we had no idea of what had happened after we died. That’s why we had it set as the mandatory explanation in case of situations like these.

“So, I don’t tell Rhysand about any of this, and you… What, tell me more secrets I can’t tell my Highlord, your brother?” He asks, his voice low.

I smile, leaning forward and resting my chin on my interlaced hands. “Come on Az. I know you well enough to know that you hoard secrets like a dragon hoards gold.” I let my smile spread, looking him in the eyes. “I’m offering you the biggest secret of all time. What lies after death.”

He froze, and I knew I had him.

Eris was so close I could scent the surprise on him, but I could tell by the way his hand squeezed my leg under the table reassuringly, that it wasn’t a bad thing.

“I would be betraying my Highlord. He-” Azriel started to say, grinding his teeth.

I cut him off smoothly, “It would not be a betrayal. What I am asking you to do is… It’s asking you to not tell Rhys that I’m acting on my own. He won’t understand, and I don’t want to add my brother to the list of people I have to boss around.” I say, losing the attitude and sitting up straight once again.

Az scoffed, and Sam stiffened as Azriel said snarkily, “You would ‘boss around’ the most powerful highlord in history?”

Back in the afterlife, I would have done some showy display of my power, a threat.

This wasn’t the afterlife though, and as I have to keep reminding myself, Azriel is not the enemy.

I shrug, keeping my face neutral as I say, “Well, I guess we’ll see depending on what you choose.”

Azriel shoved to his feet. “We are going home, and you are telling us everything.” He snarled, and Sam went to draw his dagger again.

I give him a subtle shake of my head, and he smirks, resheathing his blade.

We both knew I could take care of myself.

“I am not going anywhere with you.” I say, raising my chin in defiance. “If you want to go, you can, but I cannot guarantee I will be here when, or if you return.” I speak, raising my voice and letting myself exude an aura of power.

He didn’t notice, and I felt more than I saw him winnow with his shadows.

In a blink I have him pinned against the wall with darkness, his mouth agape as I let starry night surround me, baring my teeth in a snarl.

“Do not touch me.” I breathe, rage flowing freely. “You’re no fucking different than all the other males. You don’t fucking listen.” I say, hoping the hurt in my voice isn’t too obvious as I let him go.

“Leave.”

I can feel him staring at me, but I choose instead to look out the window. Not moving until he left.

I let my shoulders slump slightly.

“Are you okay?” Eris asked me, his voice worried, Sam behind him, obviously sharing the sentiment.

Hey, all it took to get these two to get along was the destruction of a childhood friendship.

I nod, taking a deep breath before turning to Eris, forcing myself to smile. “Well, I don’t think we want to be here when he comes back with my brother, who is sure to be pissed.”

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steeb-stn · 9 months

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700 words of Prospect hurt/comfort, enjoy

—- “Ezra!”

Her anguished voice echoes through the trees. It’s been said that the Green has its own haunting beauty, but all he sees now is cruelty, a maze of greenery and vines and thickets, throwing sound from one vast tree trunk to another, keeping him from his girl.

“Ezra, help! Help me!”

He tries to run toward her voice, but his legs are weighed down with lead, his lungs heavy with Dust. Tries to call out to her. “I’m coming, birdy! Where are you?” It comes out barely a whisper.

“Ezra please!” She is begging him now, as if he wouldn’t saw his other arm off if she needed him to, as if he would not give her his very heart. He struggles through the trees, tripping over the brush, continuing forward on hand and knees.

“Cee, I’m coming, I promise you I’m coming! Tell me where you are, little bird!”

She doesn’t answer him, only screams and sobs, every cry tearing through him like a knife. Finally he falls upon a clearing in the trees.The Queen’s Lair lays before him, and she lies at its edge, her face covered in tears and naked fear. She reaches for him, nails clawing into the dirt. “Ezra, help! Ezra!” Dark figures pull at her limbs and her hair, dragging her back into the pit, first her father, then the Saters, then the mercs. “No! Let me go, no!”

He snarls, ready to tear limb from limb, but however hard he tries he cannot get closer to her, always struggling in the dirt, pulled five steps back with every one he drags himself forward, he can’t get to her.

“Please!” She sobs. He feels her despair as if its his own, but he’s trying, he’s not leaving her, this isn’t fair. “Please Ezra, you can’t let them take me, you can’t, we had a deal-”

“Hey! Wake up. Ezra.” He comes to with a start. The night is pitch black in front of him. A slight weight on his shoulder causes him to reach out in reflex until a thin arm is firmly in his grasp.

“Birdie?” His voice is harsh and panicked in the stillness of the night.

“I’m right here.”

He sets up with a start, now just able to make out her slight silhouette in the darkness. He reaches for her, able to get his hand on the side of her neck, feel that she is whole and hale. He looks around anxiously, but it’s too dark to see any threat that might be there. He lets go of her just long enough to reach the bedside light. But when the room is finally illuminated, there is no one there. No enemies, no dangers, just the two of them. She squeezes his arm where it is wrapped around her.

“Ezra, it’s okay.” Her serious expression is somewhat adorably at odds with her oversized Life is better on Lao! t-shirt and her bedhead. He tries to school his expression, calm his rapidly beating heart. She is safe, here with him in their little one bedroom flat, watching him concernedly. “Bad dream?”

“‘Fraid so, little bird.” He runs a hand down his face. “Did I wake you?”

She shrugs. “Yeah. It’s okay.”

“What was I saying?”

“I couldn’t really tell. You were just yelling.”

He hopes he doesn’t look too relieved at that. Besides, it’s nothing he wants to trouble her with. All thoughts of the Green belong far from her mind.

He looks up at the hand on his shoulder, her thumb rubbing back and forth against his arm. It’s not something she used to do, the touching. The comforting. He taught her that, somehow., though he doesn’t know how that could be.

They taught each other.

He gives her a smile. “Thank you for the rescue, little bird. I’m sorry for the interruption to your rest.” He ruffles the hair sticking up at the crown of her head. “Back to bed with you, yes? You’ve got class in the morning.”

She smiles, squeezes his arm. “Maybe some tea first? It always takes me a while to get sleepy again.”

That’s how he spends the next half hour, watching her putter around the kitchen, drinking tea side by side, their shoulders brushing together, allowing his heartbeat and his mind to finally settle.

#prospect 2018 #ezra prospect #cee prospect #ezra and cee #pedro pascal #hurt/comfort #writing

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The Last Days of Summer XII (Rafe Cameron x Heyward!OC)

Warnings: violence, underage drinking, drug use, verbal abuse, jealousy, forbidden relationship, enemies to lovers, gaslighting + manipulation

Synopsis: Stuck in a situation she never dreamed of, Neriah Heyward blurs the line between Kook and Pogue; Rafe Cameron a witness.

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I didn’t take it seriously until I came home from school two days later to see a dark truck parked outside my house and Rafe Cameron patiently waiting outside my house.

I stopped in my tracks and looked around the street. The street is only filled with adults, everyone my age still in school. I’m lucky my schedule ends earlier than everyone else’s for the first time in this moment. He watches as I slowly approach him, a look of amusement tickling his face. He’s leaning against the side of my house, arms crossed and looking very out of place in my neighborhood.

“Why are you here?” I ask. I don’t make direct contact with him, brushing past him to unlock the back door.

“Hello to you, too.” He says. “I told you I would see you.”

I pushed him into the house, looking around outside to make sure nobody saw us. I follow him in when the coast is clear and shut the door behind me. My parents were both out on Figure 8 doing work for the next couple of hours luckily, and while I have no idea where Pope is, it’s not here.

“You can’t just show up outside my house, Rafe. Someone could see.”

“I thought you weren’t going to lie about us?” He follows me down the hall to my bedroom, footsteps echoing on the hardwood flooring.

“I’m not, but my parents wouldn’t exactly approve of you being here either.” I close the door to my room when we’re both inside. I lean my back against it, watching as the blonde peruses around the small space.

I did tell my parents about us after my confrontation with Pope, mostly out of guilt but also because they deserved to know.

My mom was surprised by my choice in significant other but she was supportive, telling me that it was up to me to make smart decisions and that she’ll always be there if I need advice. My father, in typical dad fashion, did not approve. He knew of Rafe’s behavior through his time working for Ward, and I assume through the grapevine as well.

It took a lot of convincing for him to not go up to Figure 8 and beat the boy’s car in with the communal bat sitting behind the cash register.

Mom said that he would loosen up eventually, that he was just being protective of his daughter and having a difficult time accepting that I’m growing up. While it took everything in him to say it, Heyward trusted me to be responsible and know what is and isn’t not okay.

Rafe being in my house right now is an example of what is not okay.

Rafe sits down on my bed, eyes watching me closely from his seat. He looks like he’s holding himself back from saying something, visibly biting his tongue.

“Are you embarrassed?” He finally says and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“What?”

“Are you embarrassed to be with me?” He asks again.

I shake my head softly, pushing off the door and walking towards him. His pupils look blown just a little and he sniffs before wiping at his nose with his pointer finger. I huff, stepping back again and observing him with irritation surging through my body.

“Are you high right now?” I cross my arms at him, tilting my head in question. He scoffs and rolls his eyes in response. “Rafe, are you fucking high?”

“Why are you avoiding my question?” He shoots back instead of answering my own.

I scoff in a similar manner as him, shaking my head in disbelief. My tongue pokes at my top lip, teeth grazing against the muscle as I stare down at the blonde-haired man seated on my fresh comforter.

He shows up to my house, uninvited and under the influence, and wants to start an argument with me. I shouldn’t even acknowledge it, I should tell him to go home, but I’m far too annoyed to be the bigger person between the two of us.

“You know what, yeah, maybe I am a little embarrassed.” I admit. Rafe’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline as if he can’t believe the words that have just left my mouth. “But can you blame me?”

The thought has been eating away at the back of my brain for weeks no matter how much I try to push it down. I hide my phone when my friends are around in case he calls or texts. I can’t wear the necklace he gifted me freely without worrying about being asked questions. He parked outside my house, and I had to pretend I didn’t see him just in case someone was watching and told my parents. I like to pretend I don’t feel this way, but it’s nearly impossible, especially when he shows up to my house on drugs after he said he would get clean.

“I’m an embarrassment to you? I haven’t done anything to deserve that label.” He says defensively.

“Rafe, I didn’t call you an embarrassment. I said I feel embarrassed.”

I almost regret saying it at all when a look of hurt and anger falls upon his face, but my irritation got the best of me, and I refuse to backtrack on my words.

“What the fuck is the difference?” He yells, throwing his hands up in the air.

“You don’t have the best reputation.” I point out the obvious and for some reason that only makes him more irate. “Not to mention the fact that you showed up to my house in the middle of the day, uninvited and on whatever it is you take these days.”

“I’m not on anything!” Rafe says. I laugh dryly at this.

His pupils are so big that you can barely see the blue ring of his iris around it and I can practically read his emotions like a book, something I find hard to do when he’s sober. My eyes drop down to his nose, the smallest amount of white dust lingering on the side of his nose.

“Oh, so I’m hallucinating? That’s not cocaine under your nose?” I take my thumb and wipe at his nostrils, the residue smooth between the pads of my fingers. “Have you gotten into something new?”

“I’m not fucking high, Neriah…” He mumbles and I shake my head.

“Rafe, this… No.” I wave my hand at him, stepping away. I point towards my closed door with the same finger I used to wipe away the powder. “You gotta go. Now. I’m not doing this with you.”

“Not doing what?” He doesn’t make any movement towards the exit, his body stiff on the soft bed as he watches me with wide eyes, questioning eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“This.” I gesture between the two of us rapidly. “I’m not doing this. You just pissed me off and now you need to leave.”

“You’re overreacting.”

“Overreacting? I’m not overreacting!” I walk towards the door and yank it open to reveal the empty hallway. “You told me you were going to do better, but you showed up to my house on fucking drugs. So now you need to go.”

“Wow…” He still doesn’t move from his spot on my bed. He looks offended at my words, jabbing at the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “You’re giving up on me already?”

“Rafe-”

“Did you even give me a chance?” He says, cutting me off. “I haven’t exactly been having an easy time, y’know.”

“I understand that, but-” He cuts me off again, laughing humorlessly as he shakes his head.

“You understand? You understand?” He repeats my words like it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “My dad just fucking killed himself, Neriah! I don’t think you understand.”

I sigh and shut my door again, running a hand over my face stressfully. I approach Rafe’s figure on my bed again, standing in front of him tensely. His eyes are swirling with anger and sadness, but I’m not sure if it’s directed at me or his family situation.

“The last memory he had of me is me being a failure. Do you know what that feels like?” His voice is hard,and I can tell he’s trying not to cry in front of me. “All I tried to do was protect him, to make him proud. I lost my dad, Neriah.”

“Rafe…”

“And Cameron Development is in the shithole right now. We’re in debt and Rose has no idea what the fuck she’s doing.” He chuckles humorlessly, head falling into his open palms. “I have to do everything myself to try to keep this family together, and Sarah isn’t any fucking help. I’m sorry that I use drugs to cope sometimes, Neriah.”

“It’s okay…” I say hesitantly, not sure if that’s the right thing to say to him right now.

“No, it’s not okay.” He shakes his head, raising it to look up at me with teary, dark eyes. “I came here to see my girlfriend because that’s what makes me feel better, and she doesn't want anything to do with me. But can I really blame her? I used to treat her like shit because I was too much of a coward to admit how I really felt.”

I blink at the use of my own words from earlier, the sound of phrase making me frown. Rafe gauges my reaction as we watch each other silently in my room.

Am I being too hard on him? I’ve never gone through something like he has before. Sure, I’ve struggled some, but I still have my family. My dad has never berated me or put his hands on me. I’ve seen his face littered in bruises plenty of times before, when he would come to the club or random kook parties and get drunk off his ass. His real mom is gone, and his sister is too. I still have my brother, and that same brother is running around with his sister getting into God knows what.

He was arrested for a crime he didn't commit just a week ago, willing to take the blame to protect his father; to prove himself to him. All that just for his dad to be taken away from him anyways.

I’m not an idiot, I know none of these things are an excuse for him to show up to my house high. It’s not an excuse for the way he’s treated me just a month ago, but I can help but to feel for him. He’s troubled, and my heart aches seeing him try his best for me.

“Rafe, I’m sorry.” I say. I stand between his spread legs, reaching forward to push his hair out of his eyes. The scene feels familiar, the two of us in this same position when he brought me to that empty house and asked me for a chance. “You’re right, I don’t understand. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

“I just…” I sigh heavily, pausing the raking of my fingers through his blonde locks. “Maybe we’re moving too fast.”

His head snaps up so fast that I flinch, the movement startling me. He grabs my hips, the heat of his hands seeping through the thick fabric of my uniform. His eye twitches at my words and he squints at me.

“What are you talking about?”

“This is just a lot, Rafe.” I worry my bottom lip with my teeth, the skin victimized by my canines once again. “I feel like…maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to this so easily.”

I think back to Midsummers, when he first confessed to me.

The moment felt so unreal I thought I had imagined it until I saw the bruises the next morning. I think back the first night in the car. I think that I wanted to say yes to him, but it was also hard to tell after being chased down like a bunny running from a fox. It was hard to think when his hands were on me, the feeling of his skin on mine and the adrenaline from the chase fogging up any coherent thoughts running through my brain.

The day in the house, when he broke down in front of me. How could I say no to him when he was like that? He was being so open with me about his troubles and all I could feel was my heart aching for the boy that wanted nothing but his father’s validation. I think I wanted to say yes then too, but I don’t think I would have been able to say anything else in that moment either. Not when he was like that.

I won’t say that I regret my decision, maybe giving him a chance will be a good idea in the long run. But I don’t know if I would have made that decision had I not been put into these positions.

“What are you trying to say?” His voice is as sharp as a knife, slicing through the air as it reaches my ears.

“When you brought me to that house, and you were beating yourself up…” I start. He watches me closely, the hands squeezing me tightly only making my thoughts more jumbled. “I just feel like I was pressured into saying yes, and maybe I should’ve thought about it more?”

“You feel like I was pressuring you?”

“You were crying so much, and you were saying terrible things about yourself. I just feel like I didn't know what else to say. I would’ve felt bad if I said no while you were like that.”

“Did you feel pressured, or do you feel guilty?” His tone is accusatory, and my frown deepens. “It’s not my fault that you felt bad for me. I’m sorry that I was choosing to be vulnerable with you, I’ll make sure I never do that again.”

“No, Rafe-” I stop myself abruptly, exhaling loudly through my mouth.

“You only said yes because you pity me, is that what you’re trying to say?” He pulls his hands away from me and pushes mine off his head.

I did pity him, how could I not? But is that the only reason why I said yes?

I couldn’t even answer that myself; not right now.

“No!”

“Then what are you trying to say? I poured my heart out to you because I trust you and wanted to be honest with you about my feelings and you tell me that you only said yes to shut me up!” He pushes me away from him and shoots up from the bed. I don’t move, feet planted firmly on the ground as I look up at him.

What am I trying to say? I sound like an asshole right now, blaming him for my own second thoughts. It feels like every time we talk my thoughts get so jumbled together that I can’t even understand what I’m trying to say myself. How can I expect someone else to understand?

At the same time, I feel like I’m being very clear about how I feel. How am I supposed to react when I’m put into a situation like that? I wanted to say yes, at least I think I did, but who knows what would’ve happened if I said no? What if he hurt himself? What if he hurt me?

I frown at the thought, dropping my eyes to the ground.

Would he hurt me? He’s never done it before, not unprovoked at least. The one time it did happen was an accident, and he’s made it very clear how bad he feels about it. He’s said nasty things to me before, but it’s never been a one-sided offense. He’s never done anything to me that I haven’t done back, so what room do I have to judge him?

Maybe I should have thought more about our situation before saying yes, because I don’t even have a clear thought about us anymore. Not that I ever have.

“I’m just saying that maybe…” I raise my eyes back up to meet his hardened face. “Maybe we jumped into this too fast. Maybe we should have waited until things were clear between us because I just feel very confused and overwhelmed.”

“I’ve been waiting for four years, Neriah, I’m not waiting anymore. I’m not letting you go.” He says. “What are you confused about?”

“I don’t know how I feel about you; I’m going to be completely honest.” He doesn’t say anything, the air of my room filled with silence for what feels like forever. Hurt flashes in his eyes for a second but it’s gone before I can blink.

“Do you like me?” He speaks finally, his voice flat.

“Yes…”

“Does your heart beat really fast when I talk to you like mine does with you?” He reaches his hand up and places it flat on my chest above my heart.

The muscle jumps when he does it and I almost believe that he can feel it too. His thumb moves to the hollow of my neck, feeling my pulse beat rapidly against the finger. He smiles, moving his thumb to brush against my collar bone.

“Yes. Rafe…” How did I end up in this position again?

His hand moves lower, palm brushing over my breasts and landing on my stomach. I shiver at the contact, lungs contracting from the heat radiating through my shirt. The hand snakes around my body and lands on the small of my back. He pulls me closer to him roughly, our bodies pressed together in the middle of my room.

“Does it feel good when I hold you close to me like this?”

“...Yes.” I answer breathlessly. He smiles softly, bringing his other hand up to play with the necklace sitting heavy on my chest.

This. This is what makes it hard for me to say anything but yes to him.

My skin burns hotter the longer his touch lingers, thoughts tangling together into a mess that I couldn't begin to pull apart as his fingers brush over my skin so faintly. The fog that fills my mind slowly takes up the space where my brain should be, and I find it difficult to remember why I was even upset with him in the first place.

“Then what is there to be confused about?” He asks, tearing his blue eyes away from the jewelry to stare into my brown ones. “You think too much, princess. I know you’re smart but leave that to me.”

I don’t remember how the conversation even turned into this. I was ready to kick him out not even ten minutes ago and now here I am, putty in his hands and unable to come up with a reason to pull away from him.

“Yeah. Maybe I’m just overthinking everything…” I say quietly, shaking my head.

“You were mine a long time ago, I’m just glad you finally realized it.”

I blink slowly at that, not really sure how to respond.

“What?”

“Why aren’t you packed?” He doesn’t answer my question, quickly changing the subject. “I thought I told you to be ready?”

He pulls away from me and walks towards the corner of my bedroom where I store my clothes. I follow behind him, watching as he opens my closet and stares into the dark abyss that is stuffed to the brim with my wardrobe.

“Packed for what?”

“The mainland. Didn’t we talk about this already?” He says as he digs through the rack of random dresses and shirts. “Why are your clothes color coded?”

“‘Cause that’s how I like them.” I pull him away from the closet to face me again. “Rafe, I never said I was going.”

“Why not?” He whines and I’m almost sure he’d stomp his foot on the ground if he were ten years younger. “You said you’d think about it.”

“Yes, I did.” I nod my head in confirmation. “And I’m not going. Don’t try to convince me either because that’s my final decision.”

He sighs heavily, a sound of dissatisfaction leaving his throat at my answer. He moves me out of the way and starts going through my wardrobe again, pulling out clothes and throwing them onto my bed. I watch the pile of fabric grow as he adds to it, humming as he examines each piece.

“Did you not hear what I just said?” He hums but doesn’t show any other form of acknowledgement, still going through my closet. “I said I’m not going. Get out of my stuff.”

“I heard you.” He moves to start going through my drawers and that’s when I stop him.

“Rafe.” I block his path, leaning against my dresser to restrict his access. “Stop. What are you doing?”

“How about we compromise?” He says. I squint at him in confusion. Compromise?

“Compromise on what? I’m not going to the mainland on last minute’s notice.”

“I know. But I would like to spend time with my girl after going an entire week without contact.” He nods his head as he speaks and my heart flutters at being called his girl.

“We’ve spoken plenty since then and you are spending time with me right now?”

“Alone time.” He specifies, putting emphasis on the alone.

“Are we not alone right now?” He huffs at my response, hand reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“I feel like you’re playing dumb and it’s really irritating me.”

“I’m just not sure how we’re supposed to compromise on me going to Charlotte with you when I just said I won’t.” I shrug and look at him for an answer. He sighs and reaches up to play with one of my braids, twirling the end around his finger before dropping it.

“We can go to one of my family’s properties for the weekend…” He says. His hand snakes around my waist again and pulls me flush against him. His eyes are mischievous as they stare down into my own unimpressed ones. “We don’t have to deal with any adults, it’ll just be us.”

“Aren’t you an adult?” I say playfully. He frowns at me.

“Don’t say it like that.” He was technically an adult, nineteen is above the age in this country.

I myself am one, despite how my parents treat me, their choice to keep me out of kindergarten for an extra year resulting in me being one of the older students in my grade. Everyone who didn’t know my family well seemed to think I’m the youngest child, the way Pope and my father were both big and scary towards any guy that tried to talk to me.

After some heavy attempts at convincing and not so compelling arguments from Rafe he finally gives up, me standing firm in my decision against it.

He is sitting back down on my bed, eyes hot on my back as he watches me put all my clothes back into the closet that he ripped them out of. I turned on some music to fill the silence, the soft sounds of early-odds RnB traveling through the air as I organized my clothes back into their original state.

Grabbing a change of clothes I run to the bathroom to switch out of my mildly uncomfortable uniform, leaving him alone in my room against my better judgment. As I make my way back down the hall, I hear the sound of loud voices much too familiar to me approaching the back door of the house.

The two silhouettes of JJ and Pope appear behind the curtain covering the window of the door, the sound of Pope picking out the right key echoing through the thick wood.

“Shit!” I whisper harshly, rushing to get inside my room and lock the door.

“What-”

“Shh!” I cut off Rafe, lunging towards the boy and covering his mouth with my hand.

I held my hand there for a while, waiting to hear the footsteps and voices to pass my room and enter my brother’s. Rafe looks up at me in confusion, unable to speak with his mouth trapped beneath my palm.

“Pope and JJ are here.” I whisper. The blonde huffs through his nose and rolls his eyes, knocking my hand off his face.

“So?” He doesn’t even try to hide his voice, the syllable bouncing off the wall as he speaks loudly into the air.

“Rafe!” I yell hushedly. “Do you want to get caught?”

He smirks at me mischievously, eyes lighting up when he processes the words that leave my mouth. He grabs my thighs as I stand between his legs, hands trailing up slowly to find their new home on my hips. He pulls me down and sits me on his lap, or rather his knee, adjusting my legs to straddle both sides of his thigh. I make a noise of protest, knees sinking into the soft mattress below us as I steady myself above him.

“What are you doing?” My voice is quiet, eyes shifting to the closed bedroom door that I forgot to lock in my haste. He grabs my face and turns my head back towards him, jaw trapped beneath his firm fingers.

He leans into me, hand dropping from my face as he presses his lips into mine and swallows my sound of surprise. They are gentle and sweet, and I can smell the mint toothpaste on his breath. His warm hands on my waist rub little circles into the bare skin where my shirt has lifted. I feel my stomach flutter, heart stuttering from the touch. My blood runs hot as it rushes through my veins, body heating up on its own in the cool, air-conditioned house.

He pulls away for a split second, hand reaching up to tug down on my chin and open my mouth slightly before placing his lips back on mine. My breath hitches at the feeling of his tongue gently poking into my mouth and grazing my own, the foreign feeling leaving a deep pit in my stomach.

He pulls me forward on his lap, causing me to gasp quite loudly at the friction between us.

“Shh.” Rafe silences me, just barely pulling away to whisper against my lips. “Do you want to get caught?” He says mockingly.

He does it again, smug face watching my reaction closely as he grinds my hips down onto him. He keeps doing it, amused by my struggle to keep quiet in the not so empty house. Though my face isn’t more than a few inches away from his, I choose to avoid his intense gaze, looking at the curtained window across the room as I shove the noises fighting to escape back down my throat. The music playing from my speaker manages to hide any sounds that manage to escape my lips.

Rafe leans in to kiss me again, the action soft compared to the rough, slow movements of my hips against his leg. My hands moved up to the back of his head to thread through his hair. I place my hand on his shoulder to brace myself as he pulls me down harder, his thigh tensing as he pulls me down onto it. I pull away from the kiss, unable to focus on keeping the pace and holding back my voice simultaneously.

The blonde's lips move down to my neck instead, leaving gentle, burning kissing on the sensitive skin. One of his hands has moved up to my own hair, tugging my head backwards to gain more access to my throat. He refreshes the fading bruises he left just a few days before, as well as creating new, darker ones as he nips and sucks harshly at the skin.

I start to feel myself become lost in the moment, unable to think about anything except for how his mouth feels on my skin.

“Yo!” A familiar voice calls out from behind my door. “Neriah are you in there?”

The music also manages to hide the approaching footsteps outside my door. Far too distracted with Rafe’s actions and remaining collected, I completely forget about the two boys just a few yards away in a different room.

“Shit!” I whisper harshly, quickly pushing off of the boy’s lap and jumping to my feet.

Rafe huffs in irritation at being interrupted, grabbing my arm to try to pull me back. I grab him back, arm tightly in my grasp as I pull him off the bed and push him towards my window.

“Neriah?” The voice belongs to JJ and is accompanied by three knocks on the wooden surface separating the three of us.

“One second!” I say rushedly, opening my window all the way as Rafe stands behind me looking confused. “I’m coming!”

“What are you doing?” Rafe asks as he watches me stick my head out the window to make sure the coast is clear. I push him towards the open frame, frantically gesturing for him to climb out. “You want me to leave?”

“Yo, where’s she at?” Pope’s voice joins JJ on the other side of the door. “Neriah, hurry up!” My brother bangs at my door with the side of his fist, each pounding making my heart jump as I panickedly throw on a hood to cover the red marks on my neck.

“I’m coming! Jesus Christ…” I yelled back. “Rafe you need to go.” I whisper nervously

He looks at me incredulously for a moment, face flushed from our earlier activities. His eyes cut to the door in frustration and irritation, the look in his eyes almost making me believe he could see them directly through the thick wood paneling. With a huff he turns away from me, sticking his long legs through the window reluctantly as he escapes my room.

I wait until he’s out of sight before straightening out my own appearance, tucking the necklace into the collar of my hoodie and using my hair to cover the exposed parts of my neck. I shuffle towards the door, taking a deep breath and fixing my face to look annoyed before yanking it open. Pope’s fist is raised like he was about to bang on it again, the expression he wears similar to my own.

“Can I help you?” I ask sassily, arms folded over each other as I stand in the middle of the door. Pope looks into my now empty room nosily, eyes glinting with suspicion when they land on mine again.

He interrogates me on what took me so long and why Rafe’s car was outside for what seemed like an eternity. My vague answers were leaving him unsatisfied and JJ more confused as the seconds passed by. I couldn’t give away Rafe’s presence in the house, my brother would surely blow his top again. He eventually gets fed up enough with my non-answers that he rolls his eyes and walks off mumbling something, JJ following close behind him as they exit the house together.

I slam the door shut and lock it behind me, leaping face down into my mattress. The comforter smells of Rafe’s cologne and I breathe in the familiar scent deeply, welcoming the giddy feeling it brings me.

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dilf-whore · 2 years

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meant for each other

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

genre: best friends to enemies to lovers!, angst, hurt(?), fluff

summary: is there still another chance for you and Eddie?

warnings: sexual assault

A/N: ok i’ve been having this idea in my mind for quite a while now so please send in your comments about this fic. i hope you guys like this lol 🫶🏻

requested: no

word count: 2.5k+

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“What are you doing here?” you and Eddie ask in unison, arms both crossed, venom in your tones. Steve rushes to go between you two, trying to prevent any argument from happening. You sigh and look over Steve, “you didn’t tell me he’s invited” you complain. He purses his lips and shrugs, acting innocent.

Steve decided to invite you to a school mate’s party, saying that you should relax for a bit and meet new people but what you didn’t know is that he really meant meeting the person you can’t bear even with just hearing his name. Everyone’s aware of how you’re both on each other’s throats, but no one actually knows why, the one question that they all have is what happened to them? The two that were glued to each other - either of them were never found alone, always had to have the other by their side. The two who understood and fought for each other are now strangers who couldn’t even stay in the same room together.

“Calm down, besides it’s not like it’s just you two here. Robin’s over there” Steve replies, pointing at her figure that’s grabbing some beer. You don’t say anything else nor bat an eye over the two boys and just went straight to Robin.

“Hi” you greet. A wide small forms on her lips and gives you a quick hug, “did you just arrive?” She asks.

“Yup”

She notices the tension in your body, you’ve probably seen Eddie already based on your body language and the slight look of irritation in your face. She grabs another can, “have a drink, go loosen up” she says, handing you the beer. You take a sip of the cold beverage as Robin starts talking about a girl from the school band.

“I was told she’s also coming, that’s why I’m here”

Your conversation continues as the night goes on and you’ve finished quite an amount of alcohol already. You already started giggling from time to time and wobble a bit, you’re still far from drunk though, tipsy’s the right word for your current state.

You finally become more comfortable with your surroundings and invite Robin to dance with you. Nancy and Jonathan were even at the dance floor, moving their bodies side to side like an old married couple. You and Robin decide to join the two and start moving to the beat, your eyes land on a redhead looking lost as she walks further into the party.

You slap Robin’s shoulder and point over the girl,”is she the one you’ve been talking about?” you ask.

She looks over the girl and her cheeks turn a really bright shade of red, the alcohol adding to its tint. “Oh my god, it’s her. It’s Vicky! She’s so pretty”, her body perks up in excitement but part of her is still hesitating - she’s too nervous, she doesn't know what to say. You give her a hard push towards where Vicky is, “just go say hi or like keep her company. She doesn't know anyone here by the looks of it, well, except for you. Now’s your chance!”

You push her even more and give her an encouraging smile with both your thumbs up, “you can do it!” you whisper-shout.

After a few more songs, you step out of the dance floor as soon as the loneliness creeps up on you. You head towards the kitchen and get yourself another drink, stumbling slightly as you pass by Robin and Vicky who’s both indulged in their conversation about something you couldn't really hear, probably about a movie they both liked.

You lean on the counter to stop yourself from falling as you could already feel your head spinning. You open the can and look for the rest of your friends, Steve was busy trying to get his magic touch back with girls, Nancy and Jonathan were huddled together on the couch, and well, Robin was definitely having the time of her life. You continue to look around, seems like you’re searching for someone, a certain metalhead maybe? you weren't sure but you do know you couldn't find whoever you’re looking for.

You suddenly feel a light tap on your shoulder, you turn around and see a boy. He was tall and buff, and judging by the way he stands, he’s most likely to be a jock.

“Hi, what are you doing here all alone?” he asks. You move away slightly, the distance between you two’s not your liking. “I’m not alone, my friends are over there, just pre-occupied with some things” you give him a small smile. He approaches you even more and leans closer, “they seem very occupied to me”.

He brushes his cold fingers against your face, making you cringe, “you and I can head upstairs and get ourselves busy” he smirks, there’s suggestiveness in his tone. You forcefully pull his hand away and let out an annoyed sigh, taking in a huge gulp from your drink and look at him again. “Stay the fuck away from me” you say firmly.

“Come on” he grabs your wrist tightly, making you wince. “Don’t you want to-”

“She just told you to leave, now, didn't she?” a familiar voice says from beside you.

It was Eddie.

You unconsciously sling your arm around his and lean your head on his arm, you don’t even know why, maybe because of the alcohol? Maybe you missed his touch?

The jock looks at you in disbelief, “your with this freak? Should’ve known” he says, a hint of disgust in his tone and finally leaves you two.

“Fucking ugly ass dick!” you shout.

You pull away from Eddie and as you were about to take another sip, he has already taken your drink out of your grasp. “Stop it. You’re drunk” he settles is down the counter. “No, I’m not just tipsy” you argue, shaking your head in disagreement, causing you to lose your balance. A hand lands on your side to stop you from hitting the ground, “u-huh but you’re going there” he replies.

You hold onto your stomach, feeling it contract as you hurl, “I-I think I’m gonna th-throw up”. Eddie grabs your hand, “oh shit! not here” he then brings you to the nearest bathroom.

The contents of you stomach escapes as soon as you kneel in front of the toilet, your body getting weak from the discomfort of vomiting. Eddie rubs your back and holds your hair together with the other, seeing your eyes brim with tears, “I know how much you hate vomiting but you really need to let it all out” he says.

You finish after a short while and sit comfortably on the tiled floor, closing your eyes as you try to catch your breath. Eddie flushes the toilet and sit in front of you, a bottle of water already with him, you don’t even remember when he got it. He sees your top has gotten dirty from your puke, “your shirt”

“Noooo, I already threw up and now this” you whine.

He looks at your distressed state and takes off his denim vest, “here, wear this”.

You nod in response and take the vest. He turns his back to you as you change, you put the piece of clothing and button it up, tossing the dirty one at the side. “I’m done”

Eddie turns to face you and help you drink water, his palm under your chin to prevent spills from getting your new top from getting wet. He wipes your mouth with a tissue from the sink, “what happened to us? We used to be best friends” you break the silence, words slurring a bit. He gets taken aback, “I don’t know, you’re the one who drifted away” he replies, throwing the tissue away.

“No I didn’t. You did. You hate me” you retort.

His eyebrows knit together in confusion, “what?”.

You put a finger on his chest, “you drifted away first. You said I was annoying remember? I heard you ranting to one of our classmates back in middle school”

“You were like, ‘she’s annoying! Why can’t she just stay away from me!’ ” You add. He takes your finger away, “that was it? That wasn’t even about you”

He looks at you, there’s a sign of hurt in his face, “I was talking about Mandy! Remember her? She kept bugging me and pulling me away from you. Why didn’t you just talk to me? Look at us now!” His voice starts to raise, he knows you could still understand whatever he’s saying, so he continues to pour his heart out, “we’ve been avoiding each other and practically fighting like a bunch of kids just because of that? You didn’t bother asking me? Avoiding me was your answer?”

A sob escapes your lips and you smack your forehead, “I thought that was me okay?! You were always with her and of course I was hurt. I didn’t tell you because I was too scared that you indeed no longer want to be friends with me”

“God Y/N, hurt? Really? The only time she got my attention was just one time! One time! And you held that grudge for this long?!”

You wipe your tears away and look down, you were too ashamed to look at him. You know you fucked up, you threw away the friendship with the most valuable person over some petty jelousy of your 12 year old self. “What can I do? I was young and in love!” You blurt out.

You cover your mouth and your eyes grow wide, you were still looking at your lap, now you were more ashamed than ever. More sobs erupt from you, “I’m sorry for being such a bitch Eddie. I really am. It’s all my fault we became like this. That was really unfair and selfish, I should’ve gotten rid of my feelings a long time ago then we would’ve been okay” you broke down, it’s like you got sober all of the sudden.

You stand up and trip over the door, “You probably hate me more, I’m really sorry. I should go now” you sniff. He stops the door from opening with his foot, “how are you gonna go home? You can’t even walk to the damn door. Let me take you home”. You couldn’t protest, his arms are around you already, guiding you to his van. You were too weak to get his hold off of you anyways.

𖤐

The ride home was quiet, you dozed off the moment you sat in his vehicle. There’s no longer tension between you two, he finally knows why you got distant. Eddie keeps coming back to your confession, did you really just say in love? What did you mean by those feelings you were talking about? Did you still have them?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he sees your house. He parks in front and carries you over his shoulder and takes you inside, finding the spare keys at the usual hiding spot.

Eddie goes straight to your bedroom, he still knows where everything is, your house is practically engraved at the back of his mind.

He carefully settles you down and takes your shoes off, putting it under the bed and pulls the blanket over your body. Your body shifts and your start eyes open.

Looking at your surroundings you ask sleepily, “we’re here?”.

“Yeah. Where’s Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N?”

“Out of town” you respond as you turn to your side, closing your eyes as you get comfy.

And just like that, you’re deep in slumber again. Eddie quietly walks around your room, contemplating wether or not to stay. He takes one last look at you before taking your extra blankets from one of your drawers, he can’t just leave you alone in that state, plus he needs more clarification from you.

𖤐

You wake up with so much pain in your head, you sit up and rub your eyes. Everything from last night was all you could remember, and you remember every detail.

“You’re awake”

You jump in fright and look down, Eddie slept on the floor. “How are you feeling?” he asks, his voice still groggy.

“Headache”

You get off your bed and head straight to the bathroom, your hair’s messy, body sticky, and you’re still wearing his vest. You take your clothes off and hop in the shower, trying to keep your mind away from the events last night. Praying to the gods for Eddie to be out of your house once you’re done because you no longer want to talk about what you said. His hurt expression still glued in your head, and it’s all your fault.

After a few more minutes, you dry yourself and change. You step out of the bathroom and much to your dismay, Eddie was still there, waiting for you.

“You, uhm, want some coffee or something?” you ask.

“Uh, yes, please”

𖤐

You both awkwardly drink on your hot coffees and eat the slightly burnt toasted bread you made. You keep bouncing your leg, you were anxious, what is he waiting for?

“About last night” he finally speaks up, his attention still on his food.

“Look, Eddie, I’m really sorry I-”

“I know, and I forgive you. I can’t stay mad at you forever” He meets your eyes, “I just wanted to ask if, you meant it? About being in love and stuff? Was it me?”

“Yes I did and yes, it was you”

“And the feelings you couldn't get rid of, are they still the same ones?”

You put your mug down, you’re literally in a hot seat with Eddie’s questions. “Y/N?” Your heart’s pounding hard against your chest, you could feel yourself warming up, “yes they’re the same. I do still have feelings for you”.

He instantly gets off the chair, “that’s all I needed to hear”. He presses his lips against yours catching you off guard. Eddie cups your cheeks, pulling you closer to him and you wrap your arms around him as you kiss him back - you were still confused though, he just made you melt into his touch.

Eddie pulls away, “I was angry and hurt last night, I’d say that. But when you told me how you feel they just left me right away. I also wished you handled it better but it’s alright”

“What?” you ask, your hands still on each other. “It’s alright because I would’ve reacted the same way. I was pettier than you when we were in middle school okay? I would almost start a riot every time I see someone else talking to you - until now actually” he giggles softly. “What matters is now and I’m glad that we finally sorted things out because I can’t throw these feelings away too. I missed you, Y/N”

You pull him into a hug, “I missed you too”

“Guess I should drink more often” you joke.

“No”

If only you knew it will be like this, then you would’ve told him sooner. Or maybe the universe just waited for the right moment, the perfect time when you’re both matured enough to talk and understand. It may have taken a few years but you were meant for each other anyways, because if not, you wouldn't be able to have the man of your dreams with you right now and be able to call him yours.

“I love you” you both say in unison.

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nctstany · 11 months

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Love Me Now

Pairing: Jaeyong (Jaehyun x Taeyong)

Plot: All Taeyong wants to do is finish his last two years of college in peace but since he’s the son of a famous CEO he must do something he never thought he would do even in his next life time, marry his ‘enemy’.

Genre: Light angst, fluff, angst, smut???, light smut??, language, sexual themes, family problems, *cough cough* daddy issues

EIGHTEEN

Taeyong can’t believe it’s finally the day. Two things are happening today; he is finally presenting his final project and is going to see Jaehyun. He doesn’t know what to be more nervous about. Granted he knows that his dance was approved by some classmates, some were even jealous of it. It’s still nerve wracking knowing that he could mess up at any part or move. Even with the idea of Jaehyun coming and he’s going to see him, jeez I’m making myself feel worse.

He looked around the hall that was easily being filled up by audience members and performers. The performers are going in last name order so he’s thankful for not being last or first. Somewhere in the middle is fine with him. He doesn’t know why he’s staying out in the hall and not backstage. It’s not like he’s waiting for anyone before the performances start. Mark and Doyoung are coming but are running late. Jaehyun got caught up with work but he promised to make it before Taeyong went on.

Does it make Taeyong feel something……almost sad? He’s used to it, since he was young nobody was really able to meet him in the hall before his performances.

It doesn’t really matter.

“Everyone please get to your seats! We are starting!”

Last year he did a more upbeat song and his instructor was sort of disappointed by it. She loves his more contemporary style so he took her comment and made it his final performance. He still remembers the day he told her, the pure joy of her face.

Taeyong waited for his turn while other performers took their turns. Taeyong would be lying if he said that he wasn’t peeking from backstage to see if Jaehyun was in the crowd. Not that he could see since the audience has no lighting placed on them.

He waited for his turn, pacing in the back because he’s waiting for something……someone. Maybe he’s over thinking it but he thinks that he’s not doing it enough.

Jaehyun: I’m here.

Jaehyun: You look amazing……by the way.

A smile was placed across his face. A feeling was placed in his stomach.

I can’t wait to see you……

“Next is Lee Taeyong to the stage!”

I can do this……just feel the music.

He stood in his position waiting for his song to play. Cheering in the distance and compliments from peers. It started so he moved, smooth with his movements, light on his feet. He didn’t miss a step. He didn’t miss a beat, every movement was detailed.

He wasn’t just dancing he was acting. Showing emotion, making sure to get the point across that the song is emotional.

It was finished.

They cheered.

Taeyong finally breathed. He was finally able to breathe. He went backstage and was greeted by his dance teacher, the one that was excited for his performance.

“You were amazing! I’m so proud of you!” She pulled him into a hug, doing little hops as she held him.

“A scout was here and I was talking to him. He wanted your contact info so I gave it to him.”

“Oh my god, really?” She nodded while smiling. They chatted a little more but then she left to go back to the performances. Taeyong stayed backstage until it was over, peaking through to see a few people he knew that also performed. He mainly just sat on the floor……thinking about Jaehyun.

He says that he’s here but what if he got busy last night. What if he didn’t stay to see me? What if I can’t see him anymore?

The show was over and all the performers got up on the stage to bow. While doing it Taeyong looked into the crowd and tried to look but still it was dark. Everyone went out into the hall and audience members met with the people that they came for.

Taeyong was alone again.

He hates that he’s used to it.

“Hi, Taeyong.”

Taeyong looked in front of him. Eyes big and body shaking.

“Look at my baby boy.” His mother smiled, walking over to him with her crane and free arm out for a hug. Taeyong walked over to her with a little bit more speed. Holding her tightly instantly.

“How- who brought you here?”

“He did.” His mother pointed over to her right and Taeyong’s heart skipped a beat. Jaehyun stood there with flowers in his hand and a small smile on his face. Taeyong couldn’t believe it. Did he get more handsome?

“Hi.” Taeyong sounded breathless.

“Hey…” Jaehyun kept eye contact. “Um- these are for you.” He handed Taeyong the bouquet of flowers and Taeyong used them to cover his face.

“I picked them out!” Mark came out from behind Jaehyun and Doyoung followed along, “No you didn’t.”

Taeyong was speechless, happiest filled up his body. So much so that his eyes began to tear up.

“Oh no, don’t cry.” Doyoung tried to comfort him but Jaehyun placed his hands on Taeyong’s shoulder, squeezing it.

“I’m not.”

They all reassured him and continued to compliment him about his performance, saying what part was their favorite. The event was wrapping up, everyone saying goodbye as they went separate ways or together to continue enjoying the night. Mark and Doyoung left together, Taeyong’s mother left in the company car and Jaehyun was left. Standing off to the side waiting for Taeyong to say goodbye to his mom and others that walked up to him.

“I was gonna wish you good luck out there but you didn’t need it.” Jaehyun spoke once Taeyong came back over to him, “You were great.”

“Thanks.” Taeyong smiled, making Jaehyun smile too. Now they just stood there in silence. Jaehyun kept staring and Taeyong looked around acknowledging the compliment.

They both went to say something and laughed when they cut each other off.

“Go first.”

“I just wanted to thank you for being her and for coming.”

“Thanks for inviting me.” Jaehyun's eyes shined, “I’m glad you did.” Taeyong just kept laughing, like a speechless idiot. He couldn’t stop. Jaehyun looked amazing from every angle. Just seeing him like this, being in front of him wasn’t real to Taeyong. He remembered the feeling of guilt after that day when they had that argument.

Will I ever get to see this again?

"Do you wanna go out….? For dinner...with me next weekend?"

"I would love to."

Jae:::: I’ll pick you up at 7

It’s finally time……Taeyong couldn’t hold his excitement as he frantically ran around trying to finish getting ready.

“You look nice.” Doyoung smiled and Taeyong smiled back but Mark interfered, “Hot, that’s the word he wanted to use.”

Doyoung rolled his eyes. Mark grinned while walking over to Taeyong, staring at him from the mirror.

“What?” Taeyong looked over at him as he still had his big grin.

"Don't come back."

"You don't even live here."

"Still! Don't come back tonight~"

“I’m coming back.” Taeyong said then looked back at the mirror with a murmur, “Hopefully with Jaehyun.” The other two cooed and Taeyong couldn’t stop the smile from coming out.

“Go have fun, stupid.” Doyoung gently pushed him towards the door and that was what Taeyong needed.

“See you guys later!”

Jaehyun was able to get reservations for a really popular restaurant thanks to his mother knowing the owner. He was even able to get a private corner with a view of the city.

“It’s beautiful.” Taeyong cooed as he looked outside, seeing the city lights down below. “It’s like the view at your house.”

They settled into their seats. Jaehyun ordered for them and got the most expensive bottle of wine they had.

“What’s the big plan after graduation?” Jaehyun sipped the freshly poured wine.

“Maybe move away? A couple of talent agencies have offered me some upcoming shows but I don’t know yet.”

“And my dad hasn’t bothered me.” Taeyong added with a sigh of relief thinking about how he’s done with his father for good.

“I’m glad you got what you wanted.”

I didn’t in the end.

“I guess……how about you? What has Jung Jaehyun been up to?”

“I’m actually seeing someone at the moment.”

"As in dating or hallucinations?" Taeyong joked with a raised eyebrow.

“I missed you making fun of me.” Jaehyun looked up from his wine with a little smile and stared at it for a bit. Silence grew between them, both holding their breaths and Taeyong had his face wandering.

I missed you too.

“No but yeah. I was dating people for a bit.” Jaehyun put it bluntly and so did Taeyong.

“You aren’t wearing your ring.”

Jaehyun looked down at his ring finger and bit the inside of his cheek, “You heard about that.”

Taeyong nodded with a smile but on the inside he’s holding back his feelings . His true feelings, what he actually wants to say. How he actually wants to express himself right now.

“Yeah but-”

Taeyong raised his glass and put it in front of Jaehyun, making them cheer the glasses together.

“You don’t have to explain……I’m happy for you.”

You are?

The night ended with Jaehyun bringing the other home even though he wanted to walk. Taeyong almost got away with it but the stumble walking out the restaurant made Jaehyun put him in the car.

“You didn’t have to walk me to the door.” A little stumble again had Taeyong cling to Jaehyun.

“I know but I wanted to.”

Taeyong shook his head with a smile.

“Goodnight.” Jaehyun said and began to walk back to his car but was stopped with Taeyong tugging at his sleeve.

“Um……do you want to come in? For a drink, I just got a bottle of wine that I wanted to try.” Taeyong’s face was blushed red and stance was unsure.

“I don’t know….” Jaehyun stared at him, trying to see if Taeyong was sure about all this, “You are convincing though.”

Jaehyun was led inside and motioned to sit down. Taeyong grabbed the bottle that was sitting on the counter as if he told Mark to leave it there.

“It’s a nice apartment but my house is better.” Jaehyun teased with a grin.

“Not everyone wants a mansion, Jaehyun.”

“Why not? Let’s get a mansion!”

“It wouldn’t be us two in that mansion.” Taeyong didn’t mean to sound bitter or to show emotion, it was a stab at Jaehyun but more at himself. They knew it and just ignored the sudden silence to start up a conversation.

“Did you decide on the company you are going to work with?”

“They all sound nice but the one my mom went to never gave me an offer. I wanted to go for that one but now I don’t know. I only did my research on that one.” Taeyong said while he relaxed more on the couch.

“But I want to know about the big news.” He cut off Jaehyun before he could say anything, “You’re an engaged man having a drink with your ex husband.”

Jaehyun forced out a laugh while he finished his drink and poured another.

“Does she know?”

“I guess~” Jaehyun sipped his wine and sighed, cutting it off short. Taeyong saw what he was doing.

“Tell me about her, come one stop being so mean.”

“My mom set us up. She’s her friend’s daughter who wants to get married fast.”

“I better be invited to the wedding.” Jaehyun didn’t say anything, just sipped his wine again, avoiding Taeyong’s eyes. He wanted the conversation to end already.

“Do you love her?” Taeyong asked without missing a beat.

“You sound like my mother.” Jaehyun tsked and laid back on the couch, smirking with annoyance. He just wanted to……finish my drink? This has to be like the third one. He felt Taeyong’s stare in the side of his face. Maybe I need another drink. He reached for the bottle and Taeyong cleared his throat.

“Do you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why?”

“Taeyong.” Jaehyun’s voice was stirred and deep, “Why are you prying so much?”

“I want to know.”

“Why?”

“I need to know.”

“She isn’t you.” Jaehyun’s voice was deep and a little bit of pain was behind it.

“I’m sorry.” Taeyong moved away once he went silent and looked over at the bottle of wine. He grabbed it and walked into the kitchen.

I think I need to drink this whole damn bottle…..and so more.

While Taeyong was in the kitchen Jaehyun stayed on the couch, thinking to himself. He looked down and peeked over at Taeyong, seeing his back side only. He looked him up and down remembering the times where he would catch himself staring like this.

Without realizing he was behind Taeyong, pressing his body into his and wrapped his arm around him.

“I’ve liked you ever since we were kids.” Jaehyun confessed while hiding his face in Taeyong’s neck.

“Then why haven’t you said anything?” Taeyong turned around quickly, feeling his heart skip, “Why say something when you’re going to get married?”

“I told her it wasn’t going to work the day I met her.”

Taeyong couldn’t believe his ears. His body reacted to the news first, grabbing the other’s neck and kissing him deeply. Both of them signed into it. Taeyong broke away from it, Jaehyun whining in protest with his eyes glossy and face flushed red.

“Why didn’t you say that before?”

“I was trying to make you jealous.” Jaehyun looked down at him while he unbuttoned his shirt, eyes dark and voice low. “Did it work?”

Taeyong’s knees went weak. “In every way….it absolutely did.”

Their lips crashed into each other this time. Kissing like it would be the last time that they would ever but Jaehyun will make sure that doesn’t happen ever again.

Desperate to feel the other.

Desperate to touch each other more.

Before it got too intense in the kitchen, Taeyong led them to his room as he undressed himself in the process. Jaehyun was doing the same, unzipping his pants but not having his other hand leave Taeyong’s body. Grabbing his ass and moving his hand closer to the other’s cock. Taeyong gasped then kissed him harder, driving Jaehyun crazy; throwing him on the bed to climb on top of him. He rubbed against Taeyong’s cock with a deep grind and a deep moan. Veins popping out of his neck, Taeyong also moved his hips into the grind.

Before Taeyong knew what his body was doing he was flipping them over. He stripped Jaehyun of his pants and underwear to reveal his massive hard cock, it twitched in front of his face.

Jaehyun looked down with half lidded eyes and grinned, he grabbed his cock and rubbed it against Taeyong’s mouth. The other didn’t hesitate and took him in his mouth.

“Taeyong~” Jaehyun swallowed a moan and bit down on his lip. He grabbed Taeyong by the hair then slowly moved his hips, having his cock moved in and out of Taeyong’s throat. They both moved faster after only a few seconds causing Jaehyun’s moan to get louder and deeper.

Taeyong’s cock throbbed.

“Baby, wait…” Jaehyun stopped him and flipped them over again.

He laid Taeyong on the bed and moved down south, taking off Taeyong's pants and underwear. He left kisses along his thighs and stomach, making Taeyong squirm from the sensation. Kissing down more and stopping right above his cock.

Taeyong’s breath hitched as he felt wet warmth on his cock, looking down with a shaky breath. Making eye contact with Jaehyun as he sucked his cock, keeping the eye contact which made Taeyong turn red. Jaehyun pushed down deeper, having Taeyong’s cock hit the back of his throat.

“Jaehyun, wait. It’s-“ Taeyong pulled Jaehyun’s hair and arched his back. Jaehyun let go to make his fingers wet and proceed to enter Taeyong. Which made a whine escape his mouth but a gasping moan happened once Jaehyun started to eat him out, making sure to also stroke his cock for extra sensation. One more big moan and Taeyong came on his own stomach. Breathing heavily he pulled Jaehyun down for a kiss. Jaehyun’s cock twitched near Taeyong’s entrance, rubbing against it.

I just want to ram it in you.

“Can I?”

Taeyong didn’t respond instead he pushed his hips down and made Jaehyun slip in causing them both to moan.

“You fucking- shit……oh my god.” Jaehyun’s hips moved naturally. Thrusting in slow and pulling out but leaving his tip in.

“Don’t tighten up, baby.” Pleasure was written all over Jaehyun’s face as he grunted while thrusting in again. All Taeyong could do was breathe out moans.

Jaehyun thrusted with a rhythm in his hips. The sound of their combined moans and slapping of skin filled the room.

“You feel fucking amazing.” Jaehyun grabbed hold of the other’s legs, tightening his grip around them to bring himself deeper. It worked all too well. Taeyong’s hips moved on their own due to the pleasure. Their motives got faster within seconds, the tension got higher all the while they never broke eye contact.

Jaehyun couldn’t believe what was happening. What he’s able to see right now. Taeyong breathlessly in pleasure, his own cock thrusting in and out of………him.

The love of his life.

"I love you." Taeyong breathlessly said and trapped Jaehyun in between his legs, kissing him deeply, having Jaehyun throb inside of him. Jaehyun came inside the other instantly after those three words, holding him tightly in his arms.

“That’s not fair.” Jaehyun groaned out, collapsing on top of the other. “You can’t just use the L word when I’m inside you.”

“That’s the best time to say it.” Taeyong giggled, rubbing Jaehyun’s back since he’s still getting over his climax. “I love you, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun looked up at him with a dorkish smile and kissed him sweetly.

“I love you too, Taeyong. So much.”

They spent the time in each other’s arms.

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crazysheeplyca · 2 years

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hii!!! could i have a minho and reader fic with the classic enemies to lovers trope?? shes co keepers of the runners and theyre always competing with each other, and everyone else ships them and always try to get them together? and maybe they have to share a bed at one point and they wake up cuddling and everyone teases them?? happy ending please!! Thanks💕

Hi of course, I love your idea and it was really fun to write !!! I hope you’ll like it, enjoy ❣️!

Slinthead

Minho x femal!Reader

/!\ English is not my first language

Warning : None

Summary : Reader and Minho spend their time fighting and competing while everyone in glade ships them. But one day one of their friends decided that give them a bit of help, to make each other realise their true feelings.

A/N : I am so bad at summary, anyway I hope you guys will enjoy it. Let me know what you think.

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“I bet she isn’t even awake at this time” Said Minho with a little grin, checking his watch while waiting in front of the gates of the labyrinth.

He looked at the other runners and counted them in his head to make sure everyone was there and on time.

“You know before saying anything that would make a fool of yourself you should think, or at least verify that what you are saying is right.”

A honeyed voice raised behind the young man. Minho rolled his eyes and scoffed, then turned around and looked at the girl who spoke. She gave him a little wave with a playful smile, Minho looked at her up and down.

“You’re late, shorty” Minho stated, crossing his arms.

“You are the one who’s late slinthead. You perfectly know that I am always the first one to arrive. Is it because you can’t beat me in a race that you look so frustrated ? It’s not a big deal you know, after all I am the keeper of the runner” Said the girl with the same honeyed voice.

“Yeah right, first of all you are the Co-keeper of the runners, secondly I am faster than you Y/n, don’t take your hope for reality” Minho scoffed in disbelief.

“If it helps you to sleep at night, i’ll pretend it’s true” Y/n winked at him and turned to face the gates that are opening soon.

Minho scoffed again while going beside her, preparing for another day in the maze. Some whisper and giggle can be heard coming from the other runners mocking them as they look like a married couple. Since Y/n and Minho are the fastest runners Alby decided to make them co-keeper, a decision that they had hardly accepted. They argued with him for two hours straight, the poor Alby couldn't take it anymore and threatened to throw them off the cliff if they didn't stop. The two runners stopped arguing but still weren't enjoying this situation. Since that, their little competition grew into a great rivalry, but for the gladers it looks as if they are just flirting.

A deafening noise followed by a violent gust of wind alerted the runners that it was time to get in the maze. With a last provocative wink Y/n start running, Minho grins saying he won’t let her outrun him, he runs and rapidly catches up with the girl, returning her provocative wink. They engaged in different hallways, running in between the giant gray walls, sometimes covered by ivy. While working they couldn't stop throwing puns, challenges or insults at each other. The keepers turned every little thing into an argument from the moment they stepped in the maze till they finished working.

Today was no different, when the time came to go back to the glade, they bet they would be the first one to arrive. After counting to three they raced home, on the way Minho tried to block Y/n so she would stay behind and Y/n tried to push him aside, they pinched and nudged to get in front of the other. Running as fast as they could, their legs starting to ache, their breaths becoming short, they were finally seeing the glade. In the last hallway Minho and Y/n pushed themselves at their maximum.

Entering in the glade Y/n pushes Minho to the side while he trips her, they both fall hard on the ground. Newt, who was waiting for them like every day, sighs deeply and closes his eyes, praying his friends would be more mature one day. He took the two teenagers to the med hut, even if this was for minor injuries. After Clint and Jeff heals the shanks they left, letting Newt all the time he needed to scold them. As the second in command asked the runners what happened, they started to argue saying it was the other fault. The more the time passes the less what they were saying made sense or was simply understable.

“Enough ! I’m starting to have a headache” scolded Newt while he pinched the bridge of his nose. Why the shuck can’t the two of you get along ? You are the exact same idiots !”

“I’m not like him/her !” protested the teenagers looking disgusted at this idea.

“Finally something you two agree with” said the blond with a malicious smile “Why don’t you stop pretending you hate each other when everybody else sees that you’re just flirting ?”

“I beg your pardon ? No shucking way ! Him ? Of all the boys that are here ? Impossible.” retort Y/n crossing her arms.

“Right even if she and I were the last people on earth I’d rather die alone than be with her !” claimed Minho.

“You’re just talking” Newt observed before turning his back to them “come on it’s almost dinner time”.

The three gladers ate their dinner with the other in a friendly ambience. Y/n and Minho didn’t argue or fight once, they just decided to ignore each other. At least that was what everyone thought. During the dinner they sent little provocative signs at each other that are left unnoticed by the gladers. When Y/n finished eating she got up and cleaned her plate, before she could get out Newt asked her to wait for him outside. The girl nodded and kept going. After a minute Minho arrived and waited beside her, she glanced at him, sighs and took a step away from him. Minho looked at her raising a brow, she could feel his gaze on her but ignore it. The boy decided that it was time for payback and a bit of fun, harboring a mischievous smile, he approached her.

“Hey shorty, what’s the problem ? You can’t stand my incredible presence ? Or are you scared that I will discover that you're in love with me ?” Asked Minho.

“Leave me alone slinthead, between the two of us you are the one who's in love with me. I got away because you stink” Y/n replied with a smirk.

“Say it again, I dare you.” Challenges the boy, hovering over her.

Y/n straightens, looking at him dead in the eyes with a bright smile repeating “You. Stink. Slinthead.”

Minho was about to speak when Newt clears his throat to make his presence noticed, they both looked at him and Y/n ran to the glader giving him a big hug. She took a false sad face and told Newt that Minho was mean with her, the boy in question rolled his eyes and called her a crybaby. The second in command holds Y/n to prevent her from attacking her co-keeper.

"Okay stop it you two, no fight or there will be consequences." Informed Newt

Minho grunted and Y/n mumbled, crossing their arms and turning their back at the other. Looking like two pouting children, Newt giggles giving them a tap on the back.

"Anyway, why did you ask me to wait for you ?" Asked the girl

"You asked her to wait too ?" asked Minho

Newt noded with a small smile, and gestured to them to follow him. As he walked away the keepers asked him where they were going or what he needed them for. But the blond remains silent. Arriving in front of a small shack, Newt pulled out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door.

"I need your help to search for something in there, it'll be faster to find if we do it together." Decided the second in command to finally explain as he motioned for the two rivals to enter.

"Alright and what are we searching for ?" Demand Y/n as she entered the shack followed by Minho.

"Good question, I hope you'll find it on your own."

Minho gave a wandering look at his friend, while Newt wink at him and closed the door, not forgetting to lock it. The co-keepers rushed to the door and tried desperately to open it, trying to push it, hit it, kick it. But nothing worked.

"Newt let me get out of here or I swear I will make you regret this !" Screamed Y/n banging on the door

"Silly me, I dropped the key and I can't find it now ! How clumsy can I be ?" Newt took a false apologetic voice while playing with the supposedly lost key.

"I'll ask Gally if he got another one but I doubt it, and since it's starting to get dark I won't be able to find it before tomorrow morning. Guess you two will have to spend the night here, I am sooo sorry guys. Goodnight." And with these last words Newt walked away giggling to himself.

Y/n and Minho cursed him, they tried to open the door for another twenty minutes before giving up. Y/n took a deep breath and looked around the room but there was no other way out, and nothing could help break or open the door. Actually there wasn't much in this shack, just two beds, another one in construction and some other furniture not totally done. This shack is probably used as a storage for the builders. She took another deep breath and walked to the bed at the other side of the room and sat on it. Minho stood against the wall, hands in his pocket, thinking about how he will take his revenge on Newt, then he looked at the teenage girl. He thought about bothering her, if he has to spend the night with Y/n he could have at least a bit of fun.

"Guess you're stuck with me shorty." Smiled Minho as he approach her

"Yeah, I couldn't be more happy, I suggest you leave me alone. You stay on your side of the room, I'll stay on mine, everyone's happy and nobody gets killed." Y/n rolled her eyes at him, knowing what he wanted.

Minho grins, he is going to annoy her as much as he possibly can and the better part is that she can't escape. The young man sits on the opposite bed, but as he does so a crack can be heard and before he knows it Minho finishes on the floor, not really understanding what happened. The bed was probably not finished. Y/n burst out laughing, after a moment tears started to form in her eyes, her stomach aching as she couldn't stop laughing. Minho stood up, jaw clenched, and asked her to stop, which the young woman didn't. The runner stood in front of Y/n, he then placed his hand on each side of her frame, leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"If you don't stop laughing in three seconds, I'll make you shorty."

Y/n slowly stopped and looked at him wondering what he could possibly do. But didn't push it, knowing nothing good would happen. She shrugged and told him that she doesn't fear him. The boy scoffed, and layed down on the bed, Y/n furrowed her brows and nudged him. The runner grunted but didn't move.

"It's my bed slinthead, go sleep somewhere else."

"Where am I supposed to sleep ? There's no other bed shorty."

Retorted Minho his eyes closed

"Then sleep on the floor, I don't care as long as it's away from me." Y/n pushed him off the bed and got under the covers almost ready to sleep. "If you wanted a bed you shouldn't have broken the other one, goodnight loser." She winked and blew him a kiss with an arrogant smile.

Minho got up, took a deep breath and repeat a few times to himself that murder was not the solution. Suddenly an idea popped in his head, one that would bother his co-keeper and get him a bed. The boy goes quietly behind Y/n and gets in the bed with her. The girl slightly jumped in surprise and looked at her co-keeper in disbelief.

"What the shuck are you doing, go away !"

"I won't move a finger shorty, get used to it." Minho replied with a provocative wink.

Y/n tried to push him off the bed again but Minho grabbed her wrist and pinned them to the mattress, hovering over her and looking at her eyes he winked again saying it was a nice try. The girl bit her lips and tried to get rid of his hold unsuccessfully, which made the runner laugh. After a few minutes she gave up knowing that Minho is physically stronger than her.

"You're finished ? You are gonna let me sleep on the bed or you're gonna make me hold you all night ?"

Y/n huff and mumbled with a light blush "fine but don't get too close to me". The boy let go of her wrist and lay down next to his rival, savoring his victory. About an hour passed and Y/n couldn't fall asleep, she kept moving and fidgeting, not finding a comfortable position. Minho, having had enough, snakes his arms around the girl and pulls her against his firm chest. She was about to protest but he hushed her.

"You are moving too much, I can't sleep. Now stop moving and let me cuddle with you so my incredibly reassuring presence will calm you down and lull you to sleep, is that alright Y/n ?" Asked Minho with a sleepy voice

Against all odds she agreed and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Minho blushed at the sudden action and placed one hand on her back to hold her close while the other went in her hair. He started to absentmindedly play with Y/n's hair until they both fell asleep.

The next morning they wake up because of whispers and giggles. After adjusting to the light of the sun they notice Newt and some other glader looking at them cuddling. Y/n blushes and hides under the covers while Minho throws them his shoes to chase them away. Newt wink at the runner, laughs and closes the door without locking it this time. The young woman got out of bed and took her head in her hand in order to hide her blushing face. Minho gets up, straightens up a bit and approaches her.

"Come on Y/n, it's not because you hide your blush that I can't see it." Chuckled Minho

"You know it's quite nice to hear you calling me by my name, it's the second time you do it. Be careful, or I might start thinking that you love me Minho." She said, looking at him briefly while biting her lips.

The runner stood in front of the girl with an affectionate smile and murmured yet again in her ears "I can say it as much as you want Y/n. And by the way I love the sound of my name on your tongue."

Minho took a step backwards to look at her face turning red again. He chuckled and gave Y/n a kiss on the cheek and said "I knew you loved me" before taking her hand to get out of the shack.

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“Not Alone” - Kakashi Hatake x reader (sfw)

Summary: It all seems hopeless, but Kakashi declares for the others to run away and get as far from the battle as possible while he fights to give them more time to escape. However, Y/N simply won't allow him to do it alone.

Word Count: 1700+

Warnings: heavy angst, confessions, crying, guilt, arguing, cursing, some good feels

a/n: I was re-watching Naruto and I remembered how much I love Kakashi so here we are with some fluff/angst. Funny enough I was writing this at the same time as “Never Again” and it actually motivated me to finish Part 2 on a strong note.

Sequel: “Still Here”

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This was bad.

At first, it seemed as though they were winning this battle, but one move from the enemy showed just how powerful he truly was.

Now, the only thing they were left with was to try and counter the attacks. Even that was a stretch, and many of them were wounded.

They'd used up so much chakra too. Was there a way out of this?

That's what kept running through Kakashi's head as he’d glance back at Sakura desperately healing Sai's wound while Yamato stopped Naruto from charging back in recklessly.

Y/N sat next to Sakura, letting her siphon her chakra to better heal Sai as he laid passed out.

Every once and a while, Y/N would glance up to Kakashi staring out at the fire wall caused by the enemy in the last attack. She could tell that he was deep in thought, most likely weighing their options of success and by the look on his face none of them were good.

Kakashi couldn't help but think of Obito and Rin. Everytime, when a mission had felt hopeless, he would think of the last time he saw them.

Such different circumstances, yet ending all the same; them slipping from his hands and powerless to do anything about it.

He had a sinking feeling that maybe this was the end meaning he was going to join them very soon.

Kakashi looked over his shoulder again to see his friends injured and exhausted. Something had to be done.

"You guys should get out of here." He'd suddenly said, drawing everyone's attention.

Everyone's eyes were now on him. Naruto was the one to speak first, "What are you talking about, Kakashi sensei?"

"We don't have much time, if you guys can make it out of here maybe you'll be able to get back to the village in time to send reinforcements."

"But the village is days away, and based on the circumstances it might not even be possible to stop that man from destroying this edge of the continent." Yamato explained his voice becoming pinched as the realization dawned on him.

However, Kakashi didn't seem bothered by it.

"Not if you take the thief's pass through the mountains; it's guaranteed to get you to the village in half the time."

Naruto stepped forward, his face looking a bit annoyed. "It seems like you're saying that we can't beat this guy! But if we-"

He was cut off when Y/N spoke. "Why are you talking like you're not coming with us?"

Kakashi looked over to see Y/N staring up at him with an expression of fear mixed with anger.

All he provided was a silent stare of 'you know why.'

There was a moment of silence between them when Y/N very quickly said, "No."

"Y/N you know as well as I do that the best option is the stall for time, and I'm the only one with any substantial chakra left."

Y/N swiftly stood up from the ground and stomped over to Kakashi. "I won't let you do this."

Kakashi shook his head in defiance. "Y/N, this is the only way. We need someone to stall for time, and I am the only one here who can do that now."

"You are out of your mind if you think we're gonna leave you here!"

"This isn't up for debate, Y/N." He turned away, starting to walk away but Y/N followed him.

She yanked his arm to force him back to facing her. "You don't get to decide this on your own. We’re a team."

"That's right, we fight together. No one abandons their friends, remember?" Sakura pleaded, her hands planted on Sai's chest but her gaze centered on her sensei.

"If you’re so bent on going, we'll go with you. To back you up." Y/N suggested, only to have Kakashi grab both of her shoulders.

"No! No matter what, you cannot come with me!" This time it was Kakashi who looked afraid.

Y/N raised her hands to grip at Kakashi's sleeve, her eyes beginning to water. "Why? Why can you go, but I can't?"

"Because that shinobi is astoundingly powerful, and if anyone goes against him they will die. And it's better if that person is me."

Y/N paused for a second, letting his words sink in and before she knew it, tears rolled down her cheeks. All the while, her throat felt like it was closing in on itself.

She gripped at him tighter, even tugging on him a little as she stared him down. "Then I'm not gonna let you die alone."

Then she began to cry; Kakashi watched absent-mindedly for a second before pulling her into him. He wrapped one arm tightly around her waist, and cradled the back of her head with his hand.

"Damn it..." Kakashi gritted out, "Why do you have to say things like that?"

Y/N pushed herself closer in his embrace. "Because you won't listen to me any other way."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to hurt you, I'm just trying to make sure that you survive this." Kakashi apologized, his voice wavering the slightest bit.

"But can't you see? I've never let you go into battle by yourself, and I'm not about to start now." Y/N pulled her head out from the crook of his neck to look up at him, "If you're going to fight, I'm going to fight too."

Kakashi let out a sigh as he wiped away the stray tears falling down her face. At the same time, he shook his head. It wasn't in annoyance, but stemmed from his affection for Y/N.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

"So you don’t get ahead of yourself." Y/N sniffled, the smallest of smiles making it to her lips.

She rested her hand on top of his as he wiped her eyes free of tears. "I need you to understand that I will never abandon you; no matter what."

Her words rung through his head, reminding him of Obito. While the circumstances were much different, it was layered with a similar atmosphere.

Y/N continued, "And if you're still set on going, then I'm going to be right there with you; fighting by your side. To make sure you survive."

Kakashi shook his head, a smile of his own hinted through his mask. “Together then.”

After Y/N decisively nodded, she leaned her forehead against his and he leaned in a little closer as well. They closed their eyes, simply basking in the warm presence of one another.

The moment only lasted a few seconds though before Kakashi turned to face the others. “Yamato, you lead the others through the thief’s pass; Y/N and I will hold this guy off until you get back with backup.”

Yamato took a worried step forward, “Are you sure?”

“We’re sure.” Y/N answered as she wiped away the last of her tears; her expression was now one of pure determination.

He was somewhat surprised by the response, but eventually Yamato settled on it. “Alright, we’ll head back to the village and send reinforcements as soon as possible.”

Naruto then pointed at Kakashi, “You better not go dying out there!”

Kakashi couldn’t help but smirk. “We’ll try.”

Sakura, who had already helped Sai to his feet, stood before them. “Kakashi sensei, Y/N sensei, I believe in you. And I promise we won’t let you down.”

“Thank you, Sakura.” Y/N smiled, patting Sakura on the shoulder.

The pink haired shinobi nodded then began to walk over to Yamato. They all stood facing Kakashi and Y/N.

They all nodded to each in acknowledgement when Yamato and Sakura disappeared before they’re very eyes.

Now only Naruto stood there alone. He turned his back to them then spoke. “You better not go beating this guy up too much, I still gotta give him some payback for earlier.”

Kakashi and Y/N let a light chuckle at the humor in his tone. There was a second of silence when Naruto spoke again.

“You guys won’t have to fight for too long on your own cause we’ll be back in a flash; don’t you worry.”

“I have faith in you, Naruto.” Kakashi said honestly, causing the blonde to look over his shoulder with a smirk of his own and then vanished as well.

Suddenly, the wind let out a gust of air across the land while Y/N and Kakashi stood there in silence; gazing upon the place they’re comrades had just been.

Their presence little more than a fleeting memory.

As much as they had faith, who knew if they were actually going to live long enough to see them again.

Y/N shook her head of the negative thoughts that attempted to take over her mind. If they believed in her then maybe there was a chance here.

Simultaneously, Kakashi and Y/N whipped around to once again face the wall of fire; the enemy visible even from where they stood at the top of the forest cliff.

The heat of the flames was almost unbearable, but the vigorous wind provided some solace.

Kakashi, without looking, took Y/N’s hand into his own and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “One thing before we do this...”

Y/N, also not looking at him, squeezed his hand back. “What is it?”

“I love you.”

If she were normal, maybe Y/N would’ve been surprised, possibly blushed furiously while stuttering out her response like a silly teenager but she didn’t. She had known for a long time how Kakashi felt about her, it was only at the chance of death that he finally admitted it.

That was okay though, she always understood his hesitation after all he’d lost in his life.

All she did was smile. “I love you too.”

Who knew what was going to happen, and who knew if they’d make it, right now the only thing they could do was try.

Try to stall for time, try to win, try to fight for a better tomorrow, because if this was their last day on earth then there’s nowhere else they’d rather be than by each other’s side as they’d always had been.

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