#'this boy needs a hug' exact fucking words and then I couldn't do the rest of the post I couldn't

[byuntrash101]

Incubus: Coming of Age (Part 2)

Pairing: Incubus!Baekhyun x You

Genre: fantasy, smut 🖤

Tags: plot (typical me), demon boy (incubus), monstrous cock (like ya ain't ready), breeding kink, oral (f & m), overstimulation, breath play, dirrrty talk and more~

Raiting: 18+ (21+ it's even steamier than the 1st one 🙈)

Word count: 5.7k (the bock got me inspired haha)

Summary: Baekhyun left an indelible mark on you that one night. But the thing is it was a year ago! and that damn demon never came back... Maybe you should just forget about him... Well only maybe of course ;)

Part 1

General Masterlist

Hey guys this is the final part of this very steamy two shot ^^ I hope you guys will also like it. Please tell me what you think ^^

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...To a Man

How am I supposed to go back to a normal life after that?

Well in fact... you didn't. It was over a year later and Baekhyun never came back. Every night you were hoping that somehow, he would come visit you again. But every night you laid in your bed disappointed, actually, even worse: frustrated.

Because after that fateful night you never touched yourself to your handsome boss Doctor Park Chanyeol again. Actually, you completely lost interest in him. Sure, he was still very handsome and gentlemanly but you just... didn't care anymore.

To be completely exact you didn't touch yourself to Chanyeol, but you still did have intimate sessions with yourself... Well, you tried at least. Because nothing, NOTHING... came close to what you felt when Baekhyun took care of you that night. Actually, you knew no human being, no simple mortal could possibly fuck you that way. It's not something a being of flesh and blood can do... It's something only an unholy creature could do, something only a demon could make you feel.

So, every time you succumbed to the urge of relieving yourself by letting your fingers play with your folds it ended in either, a complete failure where you couldn't even drive yourself to your peak or a lukewarm, disappointing and frustrating orgasm...

A whole year...

A whole year spent fantasizing about a teenage demon that only used you to pass a stupid exam then vanished from your reality without failing to completely shatter your whole world...

So yeah... it sucked...

You sighed to yourself, staring at the same old ceiling of your room. It was one of those nights where the tension was just too much, but you didn't feel like going through the hassle of actually pleasuring yourself knowing damn well it was going to be temporary and frankly dissatisfying.

You turned to your side, determined to chase off the frustration by getting some good sleep. Exhausted you drifted pretty quickly into a deep slumber.

But the sleep was anything but good... You found yourself covered in sweat, wrestling in your sheets, engrossed in a fever dream. Not much of it made sense but you felt like hands were roaming your body, like an usually warm embrace was enveloping your form, you felt like rugged flesh was lapping at your ear. You heard like jerky breaths, lowly grunts, like an unnaturally deep voice talking to you...

Missed me... Kitten?

"Baekhyun?!" you shouted as you sat up in your bed, eyes snapping open.

You looked around in a slight panic, your night gown clamped to your sweaty skin and your chest heaving up and down.

"Fuck" you cursed yourself under your breath, disappointed when you realized your mind played tricks on you again... You're just here alone in your room, soaked in frustration... and arousal.

"God damn it" your curse again as you slip your night gown over your head and kick the covers off your heated skin. You are left naked on top of your bed. Immediately the cold air sends goosebumps on your humid skin, hardening your nipples.

You let you fingers slip to the crux of the problem. You know there's only one way to finally be able to chase away the memory of Baekhyun, even if it's only for tonight.

The cold fingers on your drenched heat draw a sharp breath off your lips. You're so excited about this stupid fever dream, so excited about him that only a few rubs already have you with your toes curled up in pleasure. You fist your sheets tightly.

"Aaaah... Baekhyun" you softly moan his name. With eyes closed shut, you try to recall the way he felt inside you, the way his eyes glowed red, the way his low voice sent shivers down your spine...

Oh... Kittennn~...

It was like you could hear him... you gave no rest to your sensitive and throbbing nub...

"Baekhyun I'm gonna cum" you whisper to yourself. Pleasure slowly taking over your entire body. You slip a finger inside your drenched heat to aid yourself to your peak a little quicker. Then another one. You aim directly for your sensitive spot and you feel yourself tightly clenching around your fingers. You're so close... so soclose.

"Aren't you going to wait for me?"

This time...There's no doubt.

Your eyes snap open again as you stop what you were doing and you are met with Baekhyun staring you down at the foot of the bed, licking his lips, eyes already wavering with a tint of red.

But for a second you doubt. Is it really him? You can't help but to ask yourself. He looks so different. Sure, the spare shaped black tail still loosely dangles behind him but other than that his whole aura changed. The boyish features are completely gone. Instead, he looks broader, like more muscular. His plain black tee is tightly hugging his fit and toned body, making it easy for you to see abs peaking from underneath the constrictive fabric, abs you can't recall from the previous visit. His matching jeans let you see through their rips his smooth silky skin and generous thighs... But the most noticeable change is definitely his horns. The cute 10 cm (4in) tall skin-colored horns were replaced by huge 30cm (1ft) long ones. They were directly sprouting in a spiral from his forehead and stood proud on top of his head. Their base was black but as they went up it faded to a dark and deep blood red.

Overall, he looks so much more mature...

He isn't a boy anymore... he's a man.

"Baekhyun?" you start hesitantly as the demon already slips beside you in bed. "Is that really you?" you can't help but to ask.

"Yes... Kitten... It's me" he whispers in the low voice you missed so much. Bringing his lips close to your ear and you feel his rough tongue lap at your sweet spot, the familiar sensation draws a shaky breath out of you. For a minute you don't say anything you're just there, under his spell as he plays with you. In the midst of all this you didn't even notice you were stark naked, or maybe you just didn't care. You don't want to protest quite frankly, you let him do, you let him gently nibble at your bare collarbones and plant gentle kisses on your neck. You let him because... that's what you've been waiting for... For a whole fuckingyear.

But then you shake your head, snapping out of it... You leave his side taking the sheets to wrap around your naked body and get up, knowing that his soft kisses keep you from thinking rationally.

"Baekhyun..." you turned your eyes back to him "you changed so much". He chuckled and the red glow faded to slowly disappear as he gets up.

"Yes... I know, a lot can change in 12 years..." he casually says while stepping closer to you.

Wait... What?!?!

"What 12 years? No, it was just last year" you correct him, and he takes your hands in his slender black stained fingers.

"Maybe to you... but not to me" You suddenly recall the demonic blood moon years... Maybe that's what he meant... "I'll be turning 30 this May."

Your jaw drops... how was that even possible?! But then again, here you are questioning the passing of time for an.... Incubus... so what's crazier really?

"You remember what I told you about breeding?" Baekhyun's voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

"Yes... that it is an incubus sole purpose, right?" you say absent mindedly, still dazed at the situation. But you're brought back to the present moment when Baekhyun squeezes your hands tightly and dives in your gaze with his piercing dark brown orbs.

"Yes, I came back for that..." he leans in and you instinctively lean your head back giving him unconditional access to your neck. Baekhyun's voice goes down an octave again, lips only millimeters away from your ear. "I came back for you..." he whispers before he licks around your sweet spot, making your heart loudly thump in your chest and your toes curls on the cold wooden floor of your bedroom. You bite your lip trying to restrain your voice.

"I'm going to breed you" his voice is hypnotizing, "You will bare my children and bring them into the world" You can't even wrap your mind around what he's saying, "I chose you, y/n. I only want you" His voice his putting a spell on you. "I can fuck any women I want but..." his hand is now wrapped around your nape, and the other one gently pulls on the sheets that you let fall to the ground without resistance.

"Baekhyun what do you mean?" you ask in a jerky whisper, only focusing on his hot breath on your ear. He ignores your question.

"I need your approval to breed you, y/n..." His blunt nails grazed against the naked skin of your lower back, you start to softly moan, you're completely wrapped around his fingers. "So, say yes, y/n... Say yes Kitten" he says before his large palms grope your butt cheeks closing in the last centimeters that were left between his clothed body and your naked one, sending radiating heat from your core to your entire body.

What are you supposed to reply? Are you supposed to say no? How could you do such a thing after waiting for him for a whole year, everyday growing a little more desperate, a little more frustrated... How could you possibly say no, when his hands were roam your body like they have always known you. When he whispers with that voice in your ear. When minutes ago, you would have given anything to have another night with him...

You... just...

Can't.

"Okay..." you whispered ever so quietly, barely audible even for your own ears.

You feel Baekhyun's cheek lift against yours as he smiles. When he pulls back, you can see his pointy teeth glistening under the full moon, like they did a year ago, he's wearing the same evil smirk that you know so well, or maybe this time he's even more devious...

Fuck...

Right there something snaps, something changes. When Baekhyun looks back the red glow in his eyes is more intense than ever, his expression is wicked. Lust dancing in his dark orbs as he licks his lips with appetite.

You don't even notice the red glow around your naked form before you feel your feet being lifted from the ground. Baekhyun smirks at the confusion plastered on your face. His magic makes you levitate and harshly throws you on the bed, almost smashing your heard on the headboard. You should be stunned but the scene taking place right before your eyes keeps you conscious and focused.

The red glow now circles Baekhyun and in a fraction of second his clothes are gone. Not dropped to the floor, just gone. They completely vanished. And he stands right before you in all his glory. You can't help but to let your eyes trail his body.

His sharp jawline, long narrow neck, his collarbones. The muscles of his pecs and arms moving and mesmerizing you. The dangling black tail. The toned abs already lightly sparkling with sweat.

Then your eyes finally go below the waist band.

You do remember the enormous… thingBaekhyun fucked you with last time. How could you forget? You could never. That's why you know for a fact that this thing right there in front of you, rock hard, lightly twitching and oozing precum at the slit, is actually bigger.

Your jaw drops to the floor. The veiny and pulsing monstrous cock is as lengthy as your thigh and as thick as a soda can. When you look closely it seems like the sides are beaded. Your heart jumps in your chest. Because you know that huge ass cock is made for pleasure. Tingles start to bubble in the pit of your stomach, and you unconsciously press your thighs together.

Baekhyun can't help but to smirk when he notices fear and anticipation swim in your confused eyes.

He steps closer to you.

"Oh Kitten" he starts as he crawls in bed to you. The wicked smirk still dancing on his lips, red glowing eyes fixed on you. "We're going to have so much fun."

Then with the familiar flick of his wrist your legs fly open at his will. You gasp in surprise. And Baekhyun's smirk goes wider when he notices how your folds glisten with juices.

"Kitten look at you..." He says gesturing his chin towards your most private part. "You're always so wet for me" his low voice send shivers down your spine as embarrassment rush to your cheeks. But the spell maintains your legs nice and spread out for him.

Baekhyun leans in closer to your drenched heat teeth and tongue out.

You gasp loudly arching your back when you feel his rugged tongue aiming directly for your clit. Still very sensitive from almost cumming a few minutes ago.

"Mmmmh... Kitten you taste even better than last time" he purrs, lips pressed to your core, the vibrations sending electricity in your body.

Baekhyun takes his sweet time gently lapping at and around your nub to tease you, while cascades of juices flow out of your impatient center. You can't endure the teasing anymore, not after all this time, not after a whole year. You unconsciously buck your hips up, grinding your pussy on his tongue while a tiny pleading whimper escapes your lips.

Baekhyun stops in his track. You're taken aback when glowing red eyes look back up at you and he shakes his head fainting disappointment. But the smirk is quick to comeback.

"Baby" his warm breath fans your delicate parts. "Don't be so fucking greedy" he says before sinking his pointy white teeth in the sensitive little bud. The sting pulls a scream out of you while you grip the sheets. Immediately after Baekhyun's tongue plunges inside your hungry little hole, reaching the deepest part right away. At an alluring speed, his long tongue comes in and out of you, each time poking your sweet spot. Your loud moans echo through the empty night, the familiar knot, quick to tighten again after this much teasing.

"Baekhyun don't stop" you plead, feeling your release coming. Baekhyun's red orbs sill fixed in yours while his tail lazily dangles behind him.

The incessant stimulation of your g-spot got you clenching around his long and rugged tongue while you finally cum, letting go of the knot. You scream in absolute bliss.

That's it... this feeling... The sensation you've been craving.

"Fuckkkk" You cry out.

Baekhyun parts himself from your throbbing center for a moment, allowing you to ride out your high at your own pace. Your chest is heaving up and down, sweat is pearling between your breasts.

"Baby, don't think it's over just yet" he says smirking again. "I have so much more in store for you..."

Right then, you still haven't fully recovered and Baekhyun dives down to your soaked folds again, but this time his hot and wet tongue only focusses on you swollen nub. You scream out in surprise and pleasure. Immediately your back arches again.

His tongue somehow feels like vibrations, the feeling is intense and suffocating, and you know you won't be slow be thrown into another strong orgasm again. Your hand instinctively flies to Baekhyun's hair, resting in between his two horns, fingers harshly pulling at his luscious raven black locks.

"Is Kitten cumming again?" he says with a mouthful.

You can't even process an answer as the crushing orgasm washes over you again, excessive amounts of your arousal coating your tights and linking your center to the sheets. You moan out with no restrain, making no effort whatsoever to keep your voice down.

When he's done Baekhyun sits back up on the bed. You don't even notice how he strokes his huge monstrous pole in his fist.

"Kitten, I hope you're not tired yet..." you jumped when you felt is unnaturally hot tip glide against your folds. "Because it’s my turn now"

He shimmied his way to your parted thighs. Like last time he rested his cock on your stomach to measure it up to you. Now there's no doubt the thing is much much bigger than last time. A year ago, it reached to your midriff, now the red tip is comfortably placed between your boobs. In a sort of trance, you wrap your hands around it, the both of them can barely circle the girth of his dick. It's huge... Abnormally long and terrifyingly thick... but you can't wait to feel the thing inside you.

Baekhyun smirks when he notices you eyeing his member with burning desire. He pulls his hips back and aligns himself at your entrance. His tip teases you as you bite your lip, gathering your wetness for a smooth crossing.

"Look at me Kitten" your eyes shoot back to Baekhyun's glowing orbs. "Look at me while I make you take my cock" You let a tiny whimper out when you feel him pushing himself inside you. The tip gently and slowly parting you. Baekhyun grunts in your ear.

"Fuck Kitten, you're so tight for me baby" he breaths out in his low voice.

With every centimeter it gets better and better, you feel no pain at all only divine pleasure. You feel each one of the beads along his shaft, each one more pleasing than the last. Last time just that one slow stroke made you cum. And you know, history won't fail to repeat itself.

"I'm gonna cum" you whisper in a strangled breath, your eyes still locked with Baekhyun's. His smirk goes wider at your frowned brows and trembling lip. But he keeps on steadily pushing his cock inside you, spreading you further and further.

"I know" he whispers before violently pushing the last few centimeters in. The unexpected and overwhelming pleasure washes over you as you sink your head back in the pillows, a long string of moan falling of your lips while your cunt twitches uncontrollably around Baekhyun, a satisfied grin playing on his lips.

"Kitten" he says while pulling back slowly as you are still high from your climax. "I don't think you're ready for me" You difficulty open one eye to look at him and nod to contradict him. Baekhyun chuckles. "You think?" he asks popping his dick out of you while your walls desperately clench around nothing.

"Yes" you whisper, squirming, craving for him to fill you up again. "Yes, I missed you so much" the words roll of your tongue before you even realize it. Baekhyun lifts an eyebrow.

"Really Kitten? You missed me?" you nod again. "Well... you only waited for a year" you gasp as his hot tip circles your aching little nub before going back to your entrance. "I waited for 12 years" he says in an unnaturally low grunt.

He slams his hips into yours in one powerful and shattering thrust which sends you right back to screaming again. His movements are fast and precise each time he sends his big cock smashing against your g-spot. The pleasurable feeling is unbearable.

"Baekhyun... Aaaahh..." you moan his name, as you get dangerously close to the edge again.

"Yes, moan for me Kitten" he says through greeted teeth. "Aren't I a lot better than last time?" he pants out.

You can't believe it but it's true. You didn't think it was possible but yes. He got incredibly better at fucking you to the point that you're ready to pledge your pussy to him for eternity. For him only. You'd do anything to be fucked like this every day until your body eventually gives out from exhaustion.

"Yesss.... Aaaaah... fuck" You shout closing your eyes under the pleasure. Your loud and unrestrained moans make Baekhyun smirk.

"You're mine" he growls continuing to fuck you deep and hard. "Fucking look at me I told you" He plants his nails at the side of your face, making you wince and also open your eyes. The red glow is brighter than ever. "Say that you're mine" he commands.

"I'm yours" you whine locking eyes with him as the clenching of your cunt warns Baekhyun of how close you are.

"Kitten, are you gonna cum again?" he chuckles eyes locked into yours, furiously pumping his abnormally large cock inside your now shapeless hole.

"I'm gonna make you mine Kitten. I'm gonna pump you full of cum. Do you want that Kitten?"

"Yes please" You beg in a short breath, your release getting dangerously close.

"Good girl" He grunts getting close to your ear, his rugged tongued licking the shell of it. "Now cum. Cum around my big cock while I fill you up to the brink with hot cum."

The low whispers are enough to rocket you over the edge. You scream in absolute bliss, twitching around his huge cock as you feel the hot sticky liquid rushing into you and overflowing out. Just like last time the quantity is insane, testifying of Baekhyun’s demonic nature.

When Baekhyun finally slips out of you, you feel your heat meekly clench around nothing, already missing Baekhyun's monstrous cock.

You are left completely dazed, lying on the bed, eyes still rolled back in your head, focusing on the fading sensation of your peak.

You don't even notice when Baekhyun stands by the bed and you also don't notice how, contrary to last time, cumming has not calm him down. The "thing" is still alive and lively. In other words... he's far from done with you.

"Kitten I'm gonna fuck your face now"

You don't have time to process the meaning of those words that you are pulled by your arm. Your body is lying across the bed while your head is resting upside down on the edge of the mattress.

"Open wide Kitten" Baekhyun's hot and wet tip brushes against your lips. Almost out of instinct you open your mouth.

Baekhyun presses himself inside your narrow mouth. The stretch is excruciating, the thing is too big. Way too big for your tiny mouth and you barely manage to take the head of his dick inside your crowded mouth. Baekhyun grunts loudly, indulging in the feeling of stretching your cute little mouth to his convenience.

"Fuckkkk... y/n"

When he reaches the back of your throat he starts to slowly pull out, taking his cock completely out. You cease the opportunity to take a deep breath. Good call! Because the next second, Baekhyun goes back inside you but with much less care. He places both of his hands on your cheeks gripping your face tightly to facilitate the penetration.

He has no mercy for your poor sore throat, his powerful thrust silencing you except for the wet and sloppy sounds that your mouth makes.

"How does your cum and mine taste Kitten?" he grunts again.

His voice sends shivers across your skin, your eyes roll back as your pained pried open jaw gradually goes numb. You want to scream yes but you can't. You want more, more of this intoxicating taste taking over your mouth and clouding your mind.

"Fuckkkk... Kitten... You're gonna make me cum" He whispers, his voice conveys the feeling of his high getting closer. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth baby. You want that Kitten?" You only produce a gargled moan but Baekhyun knows how eager you are to taste more of him.

He fucks your face a little more before whispering

"Such a good girl for me"

Only instants after you feel the stream shoot to the back of your throat, instantly filling your mouth. So many squirts crash on the inside of your cheeks and on your tongue, some even go through your nose. The bitter taste invades you and your entire body, making your head dizzy.

When Baekhyun pulls out you hurriedly swallow a big mouthful of thick and hot cum before drawing a sharp -and much needed- breath.

Baekhyun gently strokes your cheeks.

"You're such a good girl for me Kitten" he says before laying back on the bed. His back is settled against the headboard. And your eyes go wide with stupor when you notice that...Still... The monster has not... calmed down.

You feel exhausted and drained out by all the orgasms you failed to count. You can't even move a muscle... even if you tried.

But you don't have to because once again your body is enveloped by a red glowing light. With that you are lifted in the air. Baekhyun's magic spread your legs into an impressive split, suspended above him while he patiently waits for you with his hands behind his head.

Beads of sweat formed on his chest and rolled down his toned abs. Sweat also sticking his bangs to his forehead and his horns. He's absolutely gorgeous, he has the kind of looks that nobody would ever be able to turn down... and especially not you.

But he looks everything but tired.

Slowly his magic lowers you down. You gasp when his hot tip brushes against your drenched folds.

"I just need more of you Kitten. Can you handle me?"

You want to respond but already the steady descent as you stretched out around his girthy cock. Making you whimper as a response. Slowly but surely Baekhyun makes you go down, cunt perfectly angled with his huge dick. Each centimeter, each bead going inside you, feeling like agonizing pleasure.

When you are halfway through the red light around your body goes off and he drops you to take the rest of him in one go. And it’s too much for you. The way his cock smashes into your sensitive sweet spot while Baekhyun has his glowing red orbs fixed on the place your bodies meet sends you into the abyss again. This time the pleasure is so intense that not only your needy cunt absolutely crushes Baekhyun's cock with uncontrollable spams but also gushes of your juices come out of you in powerful streams, drenching Baekhyun's muscular torso. Baekhyun smirks as he clicks his tongue and shake his head.

"Kitten... You came again with the very first stroke" he says fainting disappointment, taking pleasure in seeing you struggling, shaking uncontrollably, eyes rolled back, jaw hanging open and toes curled up.

Then you feel yourself getting lifted again the red glow comes back around your figure. You whimper as you feel Baekhyun slide out of you. But right before the tip pops out, he smashes you back onto him. You arch your back as a delighted long string of moans escape your lips.

"Damn Kitten you're so tight" Baekhyun says through greeted teeth.

You can't even reply anything as he's already lifting you up with his magic. Each time he increases the pace until he has you jumping up and down his girthy length. The familiar knot tightens again.

"How good does my cock feel baby?" Baekhyun asks his red eyes fixed on you as he makes your boobs bounce.

"It's the best.... Baekhyun it's the best thing ever. I wanna be fucked like this every day" you answer in a delighted scream. It's visibly what Baekhyun wanted to hear as the evil twinkle in his eye intensifies.

"Yeah Kitten? You want that?" he grunts in the low voice you love so much, sending swarms of butterflies fly in your stomach. He goes faster again. The wet sounds of skin clashing bounce off the walls punctually interrupted by Baekhyun's grunts and your moans.

"I'm gonna c-" You want to announce but Baekhyun interrupts you.

"Not yet Kitten, this time you'll cum with me and when I tell you to" He makes you hover over his dick. Still, just above him. You squirm only wanting to be filled again.

"Say what you want Kitten"

"I want your cock Baekhyun" he raises in eyebrow. "Please" your pleads make Baekhyun smirk again.

"Yeah baby? Is that what you want?" he says as he slips the tip inside, the beaded shaft make you scream in bliss as Baekhyun slowly lowers you on his cock, legs spread wide, offering him the best view on your swollen and twitching cunt.

"Yes!!!" you scream while tears well up in the corner of your eyes.

But then Baekhyun's spade shaped tail swiftly wraps around your neck, the slick scales gliding on your skin send goosebumps in the nape of your neck. When the tail has made a full circle around your neck, Baekhyun suddenly tightens the grip.

"Then fucking take it" he smashes you onto his huge cock.

You open your mouth to scream but not a sound comes out. You are completely silenced. Only the wet and lewd sounds of your pussy can be heard as Baekhyun's tip touches the deepest part of you, forming a visible bulge inside your stomach. Tears of pure joy roll down your heated cheeks.

Baekhyun then goes back to his insane rhythm. Every time angling you just right to smash your sensitive spot. Gradually your mind goes blank as he fucks you furiously, your jaw hangs open and your eyes rolls back into their orbit.

"Look at me" Baekhyun whispers in his demonic low voice. Your eyes snap to him. "I'm gonna cum inside you" he continuous to whisper. You nod vigorously, cause you know it means he'll finally let you cum too. "With this one I'll make you mine. I'll impregnate you. I'll make your belly swell with my children" You nod again, streams of tears wetting your cheeks. The restriction of blood to your brain makes you see stars as the pleasure rises again to an unbearable level.

"Now cum. Cum for me Kitten" Baekhyun grunts.

You feel his cum flow into you, this last thing sends you over the edge into the most intense orgasm you ever felt, that's including the ones Baekhyun gave you in the past. This one is different. This one is too much. His big fat cock smashing into you, his drenched chest glistening, the dirty talk, the pet name, the commanding tone, the demonic voice, the tail around your neck, the thick and hot cum filling you up.

Your spread-out legs shake uncontrollably as Baekhyun leads you to completion. Just as you are on the verge of losing consciousness due to the air restriction but also the heavenly stimulation of your orgasm, Baekhyun loosens his tail around your narrow neck. A strangled scream escapes free of your sore throat as you are finally able to vocally express the immense pleasure you feel.

"Yes, that's it baby" Baekhyun purrs as he keeps you going up and down his length.

You cry out a long moan as your head is thrown back and your tongue hangs lose out of your mouth. Baekhyun slowly decreases the pace until it comes to a stop. He lifts you out one last time, as soon as his big member pops out of you, gallons of his cum flow out of you. Baekhyun lays you down gently next to him. Before linking his lips with yours and shoving his long and rugged tongue inside your mouth and you don't even notice the red glow marking you in the lower stomach region.

You lay there for you don't know how long, trying to gather your thoughts. You are completely drained, fucked beyond repair...

After a while Baekhyun stands back up.

"In three weeks, the children will be born" you difficulty open your eyes back to look at him. "I'll be back to take them... and you."

What?!?

"Wait... me? Also babies??? Plural?" so many questions shoot through your mind.

"Yes" Baekhyun says as he wipes himself with a piece of cloth he found. "I marked you as mine" It's only now that you notice the small drawing Baekhyun tattooed on you with his demonic magic. It's a language you can't comprehend.

"What is this?" you asked pointing to the tattoo.

"It means you are to be my wife". Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.

"WHAT?" You yell, flabbergasted.

"Yes, you know what a succubus is right, female incubus? " you nod unable to speak one more word.

"Well, no succubus are born. Succubus are only made. They are human women chosen by incubus to become their wife and bring their heirs to the world."

You want to say something, but you only stutter nonsense.

"Over the next three weeks you will kiss your humanity goodbye. Horns will sprout out your forehead and you will grow a tail. Your magic energy will increase, and you will slowly be able to use different magic spells. In three weeks, I'll bring you to the magic realm where you will live with me. And serve me with your body..." Baekhyun marks a silence "and heart."

"But... you... I-" Baekhyun sits next to you on the bed and cups your cheeks to make your troubled eyes meet his.

"Wasn't that what you asked for?" He asked in the most honey toned voice, his darks orbs fixed into your unsure gaze. He brushes his thumb over your bottom lip "Right Kitten?"

"Yes..." you whisper, hypnotized by his intense stare.

"Over the past year, your feelings for me bloomed, didn't they?" You felt blood rushing to your cheeks as Baekhyun's eyes were unwavering.

You didn't answer anything, but you didn't have to... Baekhyun knew exactly how to read you. Maybe because he felt the same way...

He got back up and with magic popped his clothes back on. Red smoke started to appear at his feet, gradually growing around him.

"I'll be back in three weeks... Wait for me Kitten, okay?" He said with that adorable boyish smile you haven't seen in a year, he winked at you before disappearing in the red smoke.

You rubbed your belly, where life had taken its domain. This time, you wouldn't have to try to go back to a normal life.

It was impossible anyway... and frankly you didn't want to.

#baekhyun smut #exo smut #baekhyun imagine #exo baekhyun #exo fanfic #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun ff #smut #kpop smut #kpop imagine #byun baekhyun #baekhyun one shot #kpop #baekhyun x reader

[namjooningelsewhere]

British Jealousy.

Pairing : Kim Seokjin x reader

Rating : 18+

Genre : Lots of smut and little bit of angst and a lot of jealousy.

Warnings : A lot of jealousy, Unprotected sex, Smut

Word Count : 1776

Summary : You were fed up when Jin started almost avoiding you for a collab star of his and making you feel invisible when you were in a room with her. Sine you were secretly dating there was nothing much apart from giving him a taste of his own medicine. And exactly that happens when your equally handsome and sexy British Singer friend Stan arrives.

You were at the designers for the trial of the outfit for tonight's awards show, where you had a plan to be together with your boyfriend Kim Seokjin. But he was right here besides you but with someone else. It was the singer form his latest single Collab and somehow they had become inseparable since then.

It wasn't that you were jealous but somehow he had made it a point to rub it in your face that ongoing banter that he had with Lizelle. He did it on purpose or it was unintentional it was yet unknown to you.

You were losing your mind when they had started giggling giving random hugs to each other making it difficult for the poor designers to work it out. You glared at him but he didn't seem to take notice. You went to the trial room to try and he followed behind with his outfit.

"Having fun there, are we?" you said. Sensing the danger from your tone he meekly replied "Oh she's lovely i know but trust me its just a mindless bantering lee, I swear there's nothing more than that." "Okay" I said looking at him cautiously. It had been bothering you somehow that he had been acting all hung up on her, canceling on plans at the last minute and staying over late, Always having her besides him giggling, throwing hugs, telling her those dad jokes while fell at his chest laughing was something ypu just couldn't get over.

He pushed it under the rug saying we are just friends every time you bought it up had you driving you up the wall. It was not that he was cheating but pretending you didn't exist and bailing out on plans because she was there had you at the edge. You wanted to make your presence known, Let him know if he was going to act this way rather do it without you in his life. Would make it much easier with less thing to worry about.

"Lee, My woman you gorgeous little girl." You heard a booming voice across the hall, You forgot about your worries in a second seeing your very good old friend Stan standing right before you with open arms. You ran to him like a little girl and he swept you right of your feet enveloping you in a bear hug. "Stan My Man!!!!" I've missed you babe. You said still hugging him sideways.

Stan was your very good friend and he was a singer too and man that guy had looks that could get you drooling and worshipping the ground he walked. Lets say he was a perfect competitor for Mr. World Wide handsome. But you never saw him besides a friend and you shared a very healthy relationship with him.

You glanced at the mirror seeing a shocked Jin and Lizelle watching from their places. His expression had turned black since you wouldn't introduce him to Jin as you were secretly dating. "What are you doing here?" You asked still gleeful. "Oh i am attending the awards show tonight babe, You are right? " he enquired. "Of course i am sweetheart that's why i am here to get my fittings done, You say nudging him playfully.

He goes through the trials while you keep giving him compliments here and there. Strangely it was exact the opposite now, It was like Jin didn't exist in that room. It was lunchtime already and you were just looking for your phone to text Jin maybe you could introduce both of them, But you soon frowned when you saw the message that was already sitting in your inbox two hours ago.

"Babe, Guys are going out for lunch and have to take Lizelle with me. Make it up to you. xoxoxo"

Okay now this was the limit another cancellation, You didn't mind them as you were an idol too and sometimes it would become quite necessary but doing it every bloody time was unacceptable. You literally felt sorry for Jin as something cooked in your mind. You were going to get him good for this time. But you needed Stan's help with that.

"Babe I'm hungry, Lets go eat and I'm starving and besides we have a long lunch date pending. I am taking you for it, NOW" He said literally pulling you away from the room leaving almost ready to burst Jin. You felt bad but at least this was the way you had been feeling when he had been cancelling on you and going out with Lizelle for gods sake.

You sat opposite Stan in the restaurant chatting away, until he mentioned Jin. "So since when?" He asked. "Since when what?" You asked kind of ignoring his question. "Seokjin babe, That man would have killed me right there if looks could kill." He giggled but for sure looking for answers. "Been 2 Years but hes bit on a lets make her jealous spree" You replied curtly. "Oh lee, You're adorable when you're jealous". He said playfully pinching your cheeks" earning a playful scowl from you. "Well in that case Lets play along shall we?"

He was your wingman bestfriend confidante for a reason, He understood you very well. But tonight was going to be epic since your boyfriend who you loved to bits was going to get a taste of his own medicine.

Everybody was in a rush since it was the dday at the awards and your team was putting in together their best to move and work efficiently while the event. It was just some time left for you to start getting ready for the event before you decided to check up on Stan.

You were casually walking down the hall when you noticed Jin and the others sitting with Lizelle spread out on the couch. When Jimin called out to you, You just went to them to exchange pleasantries since you were on full fledge mission to avoid Jin for the rest of the evening.

"Where have you been Lee?" Jimin asked casually. "Oh right here just have a friend here from London so keeping him company" You reply eyes still looking for Stan. "Hey Sugar, Looking for me?'' Stan came right behind before he playfully pinched your cheeks. "Where have you been?" You ask. "Oh just making sure i had some one with me to accompany for the awards tonight you know, Might get lonely right there." He said looking at you fondly. You sweared you had heard something cough real awkward.

Since they knew each other, you didn't need to introduce each other. "So Stanie, Whos the lucky accomplice you're taking with you." Jungkook teased him. "Oh right here my gorgeous friend, Why would i look somewhere else when I have her right here?'' His response earned a hoot from everyone except Jin who looked like he was about to explode again.

You got ready for the event and you made sure you made no contact with Jin whatsoever for the rest of the evening. You reached the event along with Stan and were greeted by the media and he hosts. The event had been sailing smoothly until you went behind the stage to wish Stanie good luck for his performance.

You were yet to find his makeup room and walked close by to find it until you were pulled in one. "You were about to scream but a familiar hand held your mouth and you knew in a instant it was Jin. "What the hell?" you protested. "Really you're asking me what the hell? Am i invisible lee?" He asked anger fuming through him. You pretended as if you had no clue about what he was talking and that drove him even mad.

He pinned you to the wall and started to kiss you furiously, as if you were going to vanish right next minute and he needed to devour you asap. He nibbled your neck, marking purpled bruises quite clear. "Jin What the hell? these are visible." you retort. "I've left them there for a reason lee and don't you dare hide them, Let them be a warning YOURE TAKEN!!!! Nobody eyes my woman, He says kissing you hungrily while he kneaded your tits at the same time.

He turned your back against him and shifted your dress carefully before plunging himself right into you, Without a warning. You were already wet from the way he had kissed you. "Look at that, So wet. You are so wet for me baby, All you want is me to fuck you right ?' He hissed in your ears pounding from behind. This dirty talk was getting the better of you as you enjoyed the delicious pleasure go wild in your body before he increased his thrust right reaching your gspot. He was close and so were you. And this wasn't your adorable Jin making love to you, But this was the Jealous Jin fucking you who wanted to remind you, You were his and only his and boy you loved that.

He stared rubbing your clit roughly while he mercilessly drilled your pussy from behind and both of you came at the same time. He held you tightly to him before he started adjusting your dress for you. He looked up with a evil grin " Let my cum be where I've left it princess, and I'm going to make sure you scream my name for the entire building to hear, Looks like i have to remind you very properly today- Your mine Lee, Only Mine."

You didn't stop smiling for the rest of the evening as your plan worked but being more happy for the fact that he cared, He cared that you would be his no matter what." It was a relief watching him keep some distance between him and Lizelle. He had got the message alright.

You had a shit eating grin on your face, A Jealous Jin was a such a treat sometimes, Maybe you could try some Russian Jealousy next time:)

#bts smut #bts scenarios #bts imagine #bts x reader #jin #jin x reader #jin x you #kim seokjin #jin imagine #jin fanfic #bts fanfic #jealousy #makeupsex #your mine #mindless flirting is it

[waithyuck]

melody

pairing: siren!park jisung x reader (f) *halloweenie special*

genre: supernatural au, angst ?? ig ??

word count: 2k

warnings: borderline/full on obsessive behavior (by the reader), some kissin but nothing explicit yk, mental instability, descriptions of drowning/death, hey uh major character death !!

a/n: I’m sorry lmao (also sorry for the long ass wait, it’s been a rough one out here lads), also of course there’s no smut in this!!! *cue me preparing for this to not do well* UNEDITED

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~12/03/2020~ YIKES

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it was fairly common for you to stay up until the early hours of the morning for no reason. sometimes you’d even make it to see the sunrise before actually falling asleep, only to wake four hours later to get up for the day. it seemed like your body didn’t require much to sleep to be able to run, and you didn’t know if you were grateful or resentful for that.

tonight was the same as many; you were casually laying in your bed scrolling through your phone, enjoying the quietness that ran through your entire small apartment building.

usually, there would be the hustle and bustle of the day echoing throughout the walls, but considering it was about four in the morning, there was no one awake to create that common noise.

you were obviously minding your own business when you heard the sound of muffled singing start through the wall next to you, accompanied by the rush of the running shower. at first your brain couldn't process what you were hearing, but then you figured out it was just your new next door neighbor, park jisung.

jisung was undoubtedly one of the most handsome young men you had ever seen, and upon meeting him for the first time you found it hard to keep that thought to yourself. you managed to quiet your racing through you, but still ogled at him as he introduced himself for the first time to you.

he was young, around the same age as you. it baffled you that he was able to love out on his own at such a young age, and be financially sound enough to not have any roommates. you didn’t question him though, and made the decision to keep your distance from him just in case you couldn’t keep your mouth shut the next time you were face to face.

well, that didn’t work out for you.

of course every time you left your apartment you seemed to bump into him, and after a while you two became familiar with each other. he acted pretty bashful around you and you couldn’t deny that you were also a little shy, but it really felt like the two of you had some sort of underlying connection.

you developed a crush on him, and you were pretty sure he liked you too, but you were too much of a scaredy cat to do anything about it. you both would often strike up conversations when you’d see each other in the hallways of your apartment building, always smiling and giggling in each other's presence.

even after a few months of knowing each other, (and months of you destroying your sleep schedule) you had never once heard him sing; the honey-like deep tone of his voice had you almost in a trance. it was sickly sweet, dripping with talent and you found yourself unable to think straight as you stood suddenly from your bed, walking like a zombie out of your bedroom and to the front door.

your heart was pounding in your chest and blood was rushing in your ears as you flung your door open carelessly and trudged out into the hall, swinging a sharp left immediately to situate yourself before the angelic boy’s door.

you, now seemingly completely out of your mind all of the sudden, frantically clawed at the wood of his door, banging and scratching like it as four in the morning. you could slightly hear the sounds of rustling coming from the apartment beyond the door, and you felt your heart leap at the prospect of jisung coming closer to you.

“park jisunnggggg,” you whined out lazily, your words slurred as you leaned against the door. “hmmmm, jisungieeeee,” you drew out as soon as he opened the door, a towel wrapped around his neck and a confused expression adorning his handsome face. you stumbled forward slightly, the door now not there to support your ragdoll like body. you fell into him and he hurriedly tried to steady you, his hands gripping your shoulders and then your waist as you slumped onto him for support.

“y/n?” he questioned quietly, trying his best to steady you onto your feet. “what are you doing? It’s four in the morning--”

“you never told me you could sing,” you cut him off, giggling loudly as your eyes looked up at him from where your head was now perched on his shoulder. you were too far gone (something that your brain wasn’t even questioning, therefore you felt absolutely zero alarm from the way you were acting), to register the change in his eyes, from confusion to pure dread as he stared at you.

“wait,” his eyes grew wide as he spoke, and your heart practically melted as you swooned at the color of them, which were unusually royal blue instead of his normal brown. “you heard me sing???”

he was clearly panicking, but your mind was so hazy that all you could do was stupidly smile at him, picking your head up and leaning in close to try and pick up the scent of his shampoo.

“mmm yeah,” you mumbled, your head falling onto his shoulder once again as he tried to keep you upright. “you’re so good at singing...like an angel.”

it was like you were drunk on him now, your body and brain not able to control themselves properly in his heavenly presence. his hands were fumbling awkwardly on your waist and you giggled at the contact, his large, warm hands somehow brushing up your shirt and against your skin.

you felt his chest rattle against you as he let out a shaky breath.

“fuck,” he muttered, gripping your skin as he pulled you abruptly into his apartment, quickly closing the door and locking it as best he could with a singular hand before gently guiding you to sit on his sofa.

you happily followed him as he maneuvered your body to rest on the couch, your brain feeling like it was in the clouds as he frantically paced back and forth before you.

“is there something wrong, jisung?” you questioned softly, a dumb smile still on your face as you sat back aginast the cushions behind you.

jisung stopped before you and stared down at you, his deep royal blue eyes causing your heart to flutter, and all you wanted to do was get as close to him as physically possible in that moment.

when he didn’t speak, you sat up straight, preparing to stand and get close to him, but he stopped you with his own body finding its way to rest right before yours.

“just,” he grunted frustratedly, placing his hands on your shoulders. “stay there, y/n.”

you pouted up at him, but reeled at the feeling of hands on your shoulders. “I wanna kiss you so bad, jisung.” you whined out, your conscious mind completely overtaken with the need to kiss him, hug him, devote yourself to him.

you could see his facial expression clearly, even in the dimly lit living room. he looked to be fighting with himself regarding his feelings toward you.

truth be told, jisung really wanted to kiss you too. but this situation...it felt wrong. his voice had done something to you; it called out to you, putting you in an intoxicated trance, and now he wasn’t sure what to do.

you would kill others trying to be by his side. you would kill yourself. it was that serious.

jisung suddenly sat down beside you, his expression void of emotion as he stared at you, your eyes sparkling at the close proximity of his body to yours. you didn’t hesitate to lean in to capture his lips without even asking, but hesitated when his hands met your waist for the second time that night.

“one kiss.” he said sternly, swallowing heavily as he looked at you. “only one.”

you were disappointed, but nonetheless took what you could get and gently met his lips with your own.

his lips were plush and soft as they moved with your own, and you sighed contently into the kiss as it progressed. it didn’t deepen like you were hoping, and after a minute or two of soft kisses, he pulled away.

your heart ached to feel more of him, and you were ready to cry when he stood up and distanced himself from you.

when he began to silently walk down his hallway, you were ready to pounce up and follow him like a dog, but he seemed to already predict your actions.

“stay,” he demanded, looking over his shoulder at you. “just...stay.” he sounded almost solemn, but there was still a slight void of emotion in his tone, like he had been through this exact situation many times before.

you poured but listened to him, busying yourself by looking around the room, not even noticing the light sounds of the bathtub being filled down the hall in the bathroom where jisung now found himself.

it wasn’t long before he called out to you from down the hall as he made his way back to the living room.

“hey y/n?” jisung called from the hall, immediately making your head snap in his direction.

“yes? do you need something?” you were frantic to reply, your head spinning with the need to make him happy. he shook his head no, a blank look in his eyes as he stared back at you.

“no, no I don’t need anything.” he deeply retorted, wringing his hands. “I drew a bath for you, if you wanna hop in.”

surprise etched onto your features at the kind gesture, but you nonetheless were grateful and instantly shot up to make your way to the bathroom with him.

you’d probably do anything he asked you to do, even if it was as simple as getting in the bathtub.

you didn’t really notice him shutting the door and locking it behind him, and you had barely been able to try to take off your clothes before he had shoved you into the tub roughly, causing you to knock your head on the side.

you panicked, not understanding why all the sudden he would treat you like this, and you struggled as he grabbed a hold of you tightly and flipped you onto your back in the water, looking into your eyes one last time.

“this is for your own good, y/n.” he said, voice breaking. you stared up at him, your eyes seemingly shaking as tears formed. “this is no way for you to live.”

with those final words, he shoved you beneath the water, his strength overpowering yours as you screamed in protest, bubbles the only indication you were making any noise at all. you squirmed and tried to fight, but you couldn’t escape from his hold. he looked away from you entirely, not wanting to see your face as you tried to save your own life.

your lungs burned and you closed your eyes, your vision fading out anyway. your struggles grew weak as you were effectively drowning, your last breath escaping you as it finally all faded to black.

jisung sniffled, finally letting go of your limp body to wipe away the tears that escaped his eyes. he never wanted this to happen. deep down he knew that it was for the best; you would have never been able to live without him after hearing his cursed voice.

with one final glance at you he stood, unlocking the bathroom door and walking out to figure out how he was gonna deal with this mess he had created for himself.

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[xpao-bearx]

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NOTE: OMG I really wasn't expecting for the previous first part of Heavenly Sins to blow up as it did, but I just wanted to give a huuuge THANK YOU to all of you amazing folks!! 🥰🥰🥰 Your support truly means so fooken much to trashy ol' meh and y'all are the reason I am writing this story series in the first place :')

I do have my ideas, but I still don't know much yet of what to do or even how long (or short) this story will get. So, if you would continue to give me your mindblowing support, it would seriously mean the W O R L D.

I do, however, very much enjoy writing Negan in particular so far. He's one of my absolute fave characters ever and JEFFREY DEAN FUCKIN' MORGAN NEED I SAY MOAR?!? 🥵💕💕

But this second part will be focusing a bit more on our beloved sheriff Ricky boi! Of course, Daryl will also get some much deserved love and attention tho I think he will appear in the story a lil later on.

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P.S. There won't always be long ass notes like this, only if I wanna say something or bring up whatever is important. Also, if you wanna be tagged on any new/future story parts, then just tell moi and I will dedicate the latest one to the people who wanted to be tagged!

DEDICATED TO: The wonderful @buttercandy16 💖

"Heavenly Sins"

Part 2

After your little spiel, you haven't spoken to Negan since then. But on the way home after church, you passed by his house and found him tinkering away on his motorcycle (which you previously learned he interestingly named Lucille) in the garage. Not being able to help yourself, you paused in your tracks and just curiously watched him for a while.

His leather jacket was off, revealing a plain white t-shirt. The shirt was quite tight, and you noted how it perfectly hugged the taut muscles of his chest. Your eyes then slowly trailed to his toned arms, adorned by tattoos you wished you had a better look at. He stopped briefly, placing his tools down before grabbing the hem of his shirt and wiping the sweat on his forehead.

You didn't even think twice as your eyes dropped, hyperfocused on his abs. He wasn't the buffest guy out there, but he was lean and fit and--to put it bluntly--hot. A part of you screamed bloody murder to get a grip on yourself, to just turn your stiff body around and proceed on home. But another part completely squashed down those protests without even a fight; as if your pathetic excuse of a resolve wasn't even meant in the first place.

"Take a goddamn picture, darlin'. It'll last longer."

Your head snapped up, meeting the tantalizing hazel stare of Negan. His lips were curled in a smug smirk, and nevermore in your entire life have you wanted to both slap and kiss someone so badly.

But you only clicked your tongue, shooting him a sharp glare before (at last!) turning and walking away as you hid your blush. In the distance, his amused chuckle begrudgingly sounded like the sweetest fucking music to your ears.

♡♡♡

You woke up at 7:05 a.m. like you typically did the next morning, Monday. It was the dawn of a new week, and while most people dreaded it you actually didn't mind it so much. You had your job to thank for that.

Sure, it wasn't always easy, but it was worth it in the end. You loved teaching and spending time with the children, and you were even more ecstatic since you knew Judith was going to be at the daycare.

As you finished eating breakfast and preparing for the day, you grabbed your bag then went out the door. You opted to walk again today, the weather far too beautiful to miss plus the daycare really wasn't that far away.

Eventually arriving at your destination, you approached the daycare building's doors with a little spring in your step. Once inside, a young woman with her blonde hair high in a ponytail smiled and waved.

"Hi, Y/N! Goodmorning!" Beth Greene greeted energetically.

"Morning, Beth." You chuckled, the girl's radiant smile infectious. You've known Beth for some time now, especially since the Greenes were one of the oldest families in Alexandria and they were well respected. But you got along best with Beth, you thought she was the friendliest and she was also the latest hire of the daycare.

Stashing your bag away in your personal locker, you fixed yourself up a bit before getting your nametag and sticking it on your top. Looking up at the wall clock, you read that it was 7:50 a.m. Perfect, just in time for the kids' drop-offs.

You waited outside with Beth and the rest of the daycare workers, until finally the parents started rolling in. It was the usual; some of the children were wailing, snot snivelling down their nose as their embarrassed parents tried to tug them away from clinging onto their legs. You could only offer a sympathetic smile as you tried to help, while other children were much more relaxed and didn't even spare a second glance at their parents as they were dropped off.

"Well, that's about all of them." Beth piped up.

"Wait, we're still waiting for Judith." You said, searching for the toddler. "Rick said she'd be here."

Beth checked her watch, her brows creasing a little in worry. "That's odd. Sheriff Grimes is never late when he's dropping Judith off."

Just as she said that, there was a honk that disrupted the peace. You and Beth both spotted a crying Judith being held by Lori, the woman appearing utterly exhausted before her eyes locked with yours and didn't waste another second dashing towards you.

"Please don't run when you're holding Judith. Also, no honking is allowed on the premises." It was hard for you to keep the malice out of your voice, but you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back since you miraculously managed to not make it sound the worst it could get.

Lori raised a brow at you, but only handed Judith over to you. Judith immediately quieted down when she saw it was you, you cooing gently at her as she giggled and snuggled up comfortably against your chest.

"Rick will be picking her up later." Was all Lori said, pressing a quick peck on Judith's curly little head before parting ways. As Lori rushed back to the car, you saw Shane in the driver's seat shamelessly attack her neck with fervent kisses and you couldn't restrain an eyeroll.

"Fucking bitch..." You grumbled.

"Uh-oh. Bad!" Judith giggled again, clapping her hands gleefully.

"Right, right. Bad. Don't copy me, okay?" You laughed, completely forgetting about your aggravation as you rubbed your nose with Judith's and went inside.

♡♡♡

The rest of the day rolled along splendidly. No one threw a tantrum and for the most part, all the kids properly shared the wide assortment of toys and even did their activities orderly and on time. So, you decided to indulge them with a small yet much sought after reward.

Painting.

When it comes down to children, painting can be utter chaos. But you figured since they were being so good, you'd allow it. At the daycare you worked in, painting was quite a rare occurrence and that only solidified how much the kids adored it.

Once the materials were set out, it was a dizzying flurry of excited hands grabbing anything it could latch on to. As the kids went about doing their creative business, you found Judith all alone sitting in the corner playing around with some blocks.

"Whatcha doin' there, Judi?" You asked, sweetly calling out her nickname. "You don't wanna paint?"

"I wanna, but not with papers." She replied, shaking her head.

"Oh? Then where do you wanna paint?"

"I wanna paint on faces, but no one wants me to!"

"If that's the case, then I'd be more than happy to let you paint my face." You smiled.

"Really?!" Judith's whole face lit up, jumping up and wrapping her tiny arms around you as tightly as she could. "Thank youuu!"

You chuckled, ruffling her hair and watching as she happily gathered some paint and brushes.

♡♡♡

It was finally the end of a long day, and your face felt a bit itchy from the paint Judith put on you. But it didn't matter; as long as the little girl was happy, it was the best damn day ever.

You were holding Judith's hand as you waited outside for Rick to pick her up, and once he came up with his car Judith beamed.

"Daddy!"

"Hello, sweetheart. Did you have a nice day?" His face looked tired, his greying beard making him appear slightly older than he really was, but his smile was genuine as he carried Judith in his strong arms.

"The bestest! Y/N lemme paint her face!"

"She did, huh? What did you pai--oh my god."

You bursted into laughter at his reaction, flashing him a toothy grin. "In the words of Judi: You're a pretty tiger! Grr!"

"Now that you mention it, I can see it." Rick joined in your laughter, nodding his head. "Looks like we've got a talented lil artist in our hands!"

"Daddy, I wanna paint your face next! You can be daddy tiger and Y/N can be mommy!" Judith proclaimed.

You and Rick flushed pink at the same exact time, but Rick was quick to clear his throat and change the topic. "A-Anyways, Y/N, how 'bout me and the kids give you a ride? Thank you for today, by the way."

"No problem, and sure! Thanks so much."

As you settled in the passenger's seat, two hands covered your eyes from behind. "Guess who~?"

"Hmm..." You hummed, making a show of thinking. "Are you an elf?"

"No!" The hands were removed, Carl popping his head out from the backseat to look at you as he laughed. "It's me!"

"Oh, sorry! You're just so short, I thought you were an elf." You teased good naturedly.

Carl huffed, sticking his tongue out at you. "Y'know, in a few years, I'll be way taller than you!"

Once Rick was done buckling Judith into her carseat, he took his place in the driver's seat and drove out of the premises. You just talked about anything that came to mind: work, the weather, Alexandria's local shops, etc. To anyone else, maybe it seemed like regular boring conversation. But speaking with Rick was truly one of the highlights of any of your days. He was extremely easy to talk to, and he never failed to cheer you up. And it was obvious Rick was the same. He was allowed to simply be himself around you; to loosen up, momentarily forget about the stress and sometimes even the woes that came along with being the town's upstanding sheriff.

As you were nearing your home, Carl decided to cut in.

"Y/N, can we stay at your house? It's been a while since we had a sleepover." Carl asked, his baby blue eyes identical to Rick's alight with hope.

It wouldn't be the first time Rick and the kids would be staying over. You were very close to the Grimes family, sometimes even almost considering them as your own. You didn't mind it. Since you lived alone, it can get pretty lonely. And having people around surely brightened up the house and made you keep your sanity.

"I don't mind, but you gotta ask your dad." You chuckled.

Carl turned to Rick, pouting and giving his best puppy dog eyes. Rick rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress an inkling of a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. But let me drop you and Judith off with Y/N first. I'll be back, I just need to get some extra clothes and essentials."

"YAY!" Carl cheered, Judith following suit as they both raised their arms and hollered.

"You're so whipped for them." You laughed, shaking your head as you looked at Rick.

"I ain't denying that." He sighed dramatically, grinning.

#The Walking Dead #TWD #The Walking Dead AU #TWD AU #Alternate Universe #AU #Romance #Smut #Mature #Story Series #Reader #Female Reader #x Reader #Negan #Rick Grimes #Daryl Dixon #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #JDM #Andrew Lincoln #Norman Reedus #Incubus!Negan #Guardian Angel!Rick Grimes #Monster/Demon Hunter!Daryl Dixon #Negan x Reader #Rick Grimes x Reader #Daryl Dixon x Reader #Reader x Negan #Reader x Rick Grimes #Reader x Daryl Dixon

[boyy-wonder-grayson]

Forever Yours

Summary: Dick and reader had a bad break up but things work out at the end.

Request: yes, thanks to @wintercapilson​ !!

Pairings: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings: lil angst but nothing bad, swearing and fluff.

Word count: 1807

A/n:hopefully this is as good as i think it is lmao. I really really liked the way this turned out! so feedback and rb’s are always welcomed :)

Based on prompts from this list!

*pics mine*

51. “He’s no good for you”

57. "Days without you are my reminder that there's something wrong"

58." I'm forever yours whether you have me or not"

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Dick watched as you laughed at something Brad said. He scoffed thinking what could have been so funny that had you laughing that hard. He drowned the rest of his whiskey before asking the bartender for a refill; he knew he was staring too much, but it was impossible for him to look away when you were having a good time in someone else's arms. He knew he shouldn't be upset about it, after all it was his fault that you two were no longer together, and boy he regretted that every single day.

"You're staring" Donna said sitting in the stool next to his best friend. She asked for another beer while awaiting Dick's answer. She thanked the bartender and took a sip of the beer while rolling her eyes. "You know, it's getting kind of creepy."

"Shut up" Dick said not tearing his gaze from the happy -disgusting- couple. 

"You do know she still loves you right? But at least she had the guts so move on, unlike someone else" Donna mumbled the last part but loud enough for him to hear.

"Look, Donna. I love you, you're my best friend,but shut up.i know I fucked up okay? I know" Dick said drinking the whiskey, liking the burning sensation the liquid left on his throat. "And I know i don't deserve her, or her forgiveness. But seriously, that guy?" He asked looking back at how Brad. 

"You really are stupid aren't you?" Donna asked in a serious tone.

Dick looked back at her not understanding what she's trying to convey.

"Jesus Christ, I mean what can I expect you're a man after all" she mocked him "do you really think that Y/n Is not waiting for you to make another move? Yes, she's with Brad now but it's because you're not with her! She loves you and even though you screw your chances with her, she's still waiting for you to come back. How blind you have to be not to see that?" Donna got up and went back to the group of friends that, unlike Dick, was actually having a good time.

Dick was astonished to hear her friend say that. He actually thought that after what he did, Y/n would hate him. But hearing Donna say that gave him hope. He couldn't stand seeing the girl he loved being touched and loved by someone else. He needed to do something. All the alcohol he consumed was not helping him think straight so instead of waiting to sober up a little he went looking for his girl.

Y/n was glued to Brad's side when Dick approached the group stumbling his way to the group, bumping into anyone that stood on his way to get you. When he finally reached the table he smile at Y/n which looked at him with confusion in her eyes.

"Heyy Y/n can I talk to you?" He slurred his words a little bit "in private" he added the last part quickly.

"Umm, sure" the girl said getting out of Brad's grip and followed the dark haired boy outside. 

She rubbed her arms trying to preserve the heat from leaving her body, but San Francisco nights were cold as ice. They stood outside for a few minutes in silence before Dick spat the words to her.

"He's no good for you,you know?"

"What?" Y/n asked unsure of what he had said.

"Bryan, he's not good for you. You deserve better" he said not looking at her.

"It's Brad, and what do you know what's good for me?" Y/n scoffed. She was tired of Dick's entitlement.

"Because I know you Y/n! And I know you'd never go for someone like Brad" Dick answered quickly. "I know you're only doing this to make me jealous!" 

Y/n laughed bitterly, trying to control herself, she really wanted to punch Dick, "Wow, so everything is always about you Grayson huh?" 

"That's not what I meant" the boy tried to get closer to her buck she took a step back instead getting away from him.

"No, that's exactly what you mean. Drunk minds speak sober thoughts and all that bullshit right?" Y/n turned around to go back inside the bar, she stopped in her tracks without looking at Dick "Go home Dick, get some sleep and then maybe we can talk."

Dick cursed under his breath, tugging at his hair. He knew he screw up yet another opportunity to talk with you about what happened; the alcohol running through his veins evaporated when he saw the look on your face after he said those words to you. He sobered up immediately and even though you didn't shut him down completely,he still feel so stupid for trying to get you back while intoxicated. He was going to have to wait till tomorrow when, hopefully, his head would be in the right place.

---

Dick woke up when he hear Donna's - loud - voice; he groaned in response and hissed when the light hit his half open eyes. 

"Rise and shine sweetheart" Donna said in a sing-song voice. "Ready to fuck things up again with Y/n? Or did you manage to grow some balls overnight that would help you talk to her,you know, like a normal person?" She said smirking at the hungover boy.

"Fuck off" he said grabbing a pillow and hiding his face on it, only for the object to be taken away by none other than his best friend.

"Oh I will fuck off, when you go and apologize to her. Seriously what were you thinking Dick? As if things weren't bad enough you managed to make them even worst" she said sitting next to him.

"I know okay, I will talk to her. Just...give me some time" he replied rubbing his throbbing temple.

"Not gonna happen. You're going to take a shower, have some coffee and you gonna get your ass in line and go talk to her, you hear me? I'm sick and tired of seeing you mope around because you're 'oh so sad because you can't be with her'.

You need to go and fix this, now."

Donna was right and Dick knew this, but he was afraid that you may not be willing to give a relationship another shot, and that terrified him.

He followed his friends advice and within an hour he was ready,and determined to get you back.

---

Ever since her and Dick broke up, Y/n decided that it was best to get her own place. Living in the tower was easy and y/n really enjoyed it,but waking up every day to see your ex boyfriend was not something she looked forward too. 

So she decided to look for a place not too far from the tower in case of an emergency. 

She cleaning some dishes that were in the sink from the night before when she heard a knock on the door. She wiped her hands with a towel and went to open the door. When she saw it was Dick she moved aside so he could get inside and sighed preparing herself for yet another argument.

"I'm sorry" he said first not wanting to beat around the bush any longer. "I was drunk last night and I know that's not an excuse for what I said but I'm really sorry Y/n"

The girl looked at his appearance and noticed the bags under his eyes and how dull his eyes were;it was weird seeing him so defeated, she hated to see him like this.

"I know Dick, but we've been having this type of conversation for weeks now. And I- I'm just tired of it ending in a fight where one of us always gets hurt" she said looking down, finding the rug under her feet quite interesting.

Dick took a step forward and when she didn't backed away, he smiled a little.

"Look at me" he said softly, lifting her face with a finger under her chin, looking over at her glossy eyes. "You deserved better than this, than me" he said.

"Don't you think I have some say in that?" She asked him grabbing his hand and caressing it with her thumb. "I know you want the best for me now and back then too,but you were, you are what's best for me Dick. I know it" 

Dick realized he was crying when he wiped the tears with her fingers. He wasn't really the type to cry, but he felt so vulnerable under her gaze. 

"I miss you, so much. And all those days without you were my reminder that there was something wrong" he said pulling her closer to his body so she could rest her head in his chest. 

They stood there embracing each other, reminiscing about when they were in the exact same position but in a different situation, a much happier one.

"I love you Y/n. I have loved you ever since you set a foot in the tower. From the first time I have loved you and it scares the shit out of me how much you mean to me. I know I was unfair to leave you without explaining the reason, but I just couldn't keep lying to myself, so I needed to let you go, because alone was safer than with you. I needed to keep you away from me so I could keep you safe, and i know it's a bullshit reasoning but I have never loved anyone as much I love you. But I promise I'll be better if you take me again. I'm forever yours, whether you have me or not"

Y/n didn't answer instead she just hugged him. She was crying too. When she pulled away to dry her puffy eyes she smiled at the brown haired boy in front of her.

 "I love you too Dick, so much" she bit her lip "i- i also told Brad that we would have never worked out" she said laughing a little "it was unfair for him to keep leading him on when I knew it was not going to work, so I won't be seeing him again."

"I'm sorry It didn't work" he said with honesty.

"No, you're not" she laughed a little louder this time making him laugh too.

"You're right" he looked down biting his lip not wanting to ruin the moment.

"So...do you think we could try again?"

Y/n smiled sweetly at the boy and brought a hand up to caress his face, dick leaned into her touch.

"I think we can,yes. But I'm gonna need some time,okay?" 

"As much as you need" he said quickly. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Good, cause neither am I"

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagines #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson #nightwing x reader #nightwing #titans imagines #netflixs titans #titans #fanfic #dcu #dc

[mamaspresley]

relentless | boxer!ch (2)

Part 1 here

Chapter 2

     Jab. Swing. Duck. Kick. Swing.

     Calum's movements were fast, smooth and focused as he bounced on his feet, his attention never straying from outside the cage. He could hear his friends' shouts of encouragement, the crowd's cheers when one opponent landed a hit and the other took a stumble—in most cases, the former being Calum and the latter being the dickhead he was fighting tonight.

     He knew he was good—hell, he was the best fighter Sunny's had ever seen—but Calum never let that get to his head. Not even when it was his 100th fight at Sunny's, and most of those hundred matches ended in Calum’s victory. He was good, no one could doubt, and the match he was in currently just furthered that statement. Calum was quick on his feet as were his eyes, which never left his opponent's chest while he bent at the knees, fists up and ready to defend a punch before throwing one of his own.

     Calum ducked, feeling the breeze of his opponent's fist graze past him before Calum lurched forward, hooking his right arm and landing a solid punch to the guy's jaw, causing him to stumble backwards in retaliation. Calum could feel the impact on his knuckles but he didn't pay it much attention—the pain could be dealt with later. For now, his attention was on finishing the match and claiming victory. His determination had already faltered in the second round, when he hooked his right leg around his opponent’s and knocked him down. The fall was bad, a loud snap sounding directly after the thud of his body hitting the mat. Calum had never intended to break his leg—it had just. . . happened.

     Ashton pulled in another dude to finish off the match. Since it was the first second and Calum was up by enough, everyone knew he had already won. But they needed to fill in the time, so one of the regulars at the gym stepped up and volunteered. Really, Calum just wanted to be done and go home, but he knew the people who came wanted to watch a full fight. Plus, he wanted full pay.

     Calum took another step forward, swinging his right arm and connecting his fist with Jefferson’s jaw. The boy shook it off, preparing a hit of his own. Both boys knew they were just messing around at this point, neither of them caring for a real fight. It was amusing to Calum, watching as Jefferson would critique his punches with a small scoff, and Calum would playfully make some snarky remark before ducking from his own punches.

     “Weak,” Jefferson mocked when Calum swung and the man easily ducked. The Maori boy rolled his eyes, hooking his foot under the man's leg and tripping him, causing Jefferson to land on the mat with a thud. He got back to his feet, running a hand through his short buzzed hair. “Come on, Hood. Give the people what they want.”

     Calum let out a laugh, lifting his shorts a bit as he bent his knees. “You mean what you want? I know you dream of my fist in your ass, Jefferson. Wanna call it quits, meet in the showers?” The boy teased, and his opponent only chuckled a bit before landing a punch to the tanned boy’s stomach. Calum groaned, feeling some air leave his lungs as he lurched over.

     “Quit fuckin’ around,” Jefferson scoffed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Quickly, Calum caught his breath and threw a punch, making Jefferson’s head snap to the side at the impact. “Uppercut,” the shorter boy mumbled as Calum placed a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down. “I’ll stay down, end the match.” Following his words, Calum connected his knee to his stomach and ended it with a punch that had Jefferson on the ground. The crowd chanted to five and when the man didn't get up, a whistle was blown and the referee stepped in the middle of the two men, grabbing Calum's hand and lifting it in the air. 

     "And the winner of tonight's fight: Calum Hood!"

     Not surprising, but that rush of serotonin that Calum felt once crowned champion still felt identical to the night he'd won his first fight. It felt good. Calum, sporting a smug smirk on his lips, shook the ref's hand, and then helped Jefferson up off the mat. They shook hands, and Calum gave him a silent nod that both of the boys acknowledged. Basking in his glory, Calum climbed out of the caged ring, a towel thrown over his aching shoulder while he held his Gatorade bottle with his bruised hand. A few pats on the back and words of congratulations were thrown at him as Calum made his way to his friends, finally reaching them near the opposite side from where the door of the cage was.

     "Another win for the books, huh?" Michael exclaimed as he saw the boy approach, hopping down from where he was previously leaning over the cage, and the rest of the group followed Michael's words. Shouts of elation erupted from his friends and Calum only laughed, shrugging them off as a heat rose to his cheeks. Calum could be cocky all he wanted, but when it came to his friends he kept it humble. He didn’t think of himself as a jackass unless inside the ring. Michael clapped him on the back, squeezing his uninjured shoulder. "That uppercut you knocked Jefferson out with at the last second—whew. Had me breathless, Cal."

     "Yeah, yeah. Keep it in your pants, mate." Calum waved the boy off, masking his amused grin while he lifted his bottle to his lips, squirting the water into his mouth and purposefully missing some to let it trickle down his chin to cool him off.

     As Calum wiped his chin with the back of his hand, his brown eyes lifted to meet an unfamiliar pair, belonging to a girl who Calum had never seen before. He couldn't tell if she was previously staring or had just caught his eye the same time he caught her's, but something about her confident stance and cool aura made him doubt the former. She looked away after a split second, glancing back to her friends, one of which being a tall sandy haired boy that Calum recognized. Scoffing, the Maori boy hollered, "Oi, Irwin! What's more important: your groupies or your best client?"

     Calum watched as the twenty five year old apologized hastily to the two girls before excusing himself to make his way over to Calum. From the second he turned around to the exact moment his eyes laid on Calum, Ashton's attitude changed completely as his lips curled up in a grin while his hazel eyes lit up with pride. "My boy!" Ashton whistled, raising a hand that Calum met with his own before pulling him in for a proud hug. Ashton pulled, letting out a laugh as he slung an arm over his close friend's shoulder. "Fuck, dude! That last round went by in a breeze. I barely blinked before it was over."

     Pushing out a throaty laugh, Calum only flipped the water bottle in his hand, responding with a sly, "Told you we'd be celebratin' tonight," before laying his eyes back on the raven haired girl standing a few feet away, her attention on the blonde standing near her as they chatted. Leaning closer to Ashton, Calum hit the boy's chest with the back of his hand lightly before pointing in the girls' direction with his near-empty bottle. "Your groupies—why haven't I seen them before?"

     "Natalie and Camille. Met them during the first round—they're chill, don’t worry." 

     Ashton knew how Calum felt about outsiders at his matches. It was called illegal fighting for a reason, so he sure as hell didn’t want any untrustworthy people showing up and potentially being a mole. Ashton's answer seemed to satisfy Calum though, as the Maori boy only hummed, allowing his eyes to linger on the brunette a little longer before bringing his attention back to more important matters—specifically the location of where they'd be settling for beers later that night. 

     “Oi, where’s Hemmings?” Calum asked after glancing around the group and noting the tall blond’s disappearance. He could’ve sworn he was there at the beginning of the match—Luke never missed a fight.

     “Had to leave after the second round,” Michael explained, his arm wrapped around his fiancee, Crystal’s, shoulders. “Wanted me to tell you something but to be completely honest, I forgot. Something about Haley, I think.”

     Just at the girl’s name, Calum understood what the blond was trying to get back to him. And that was enough for Calum to nod and shrug off the matter—he knew the reason Luke had to leave. It was too bad he couldn’t be bothered for drinks afterwards, though.

                                                             ***

     "Seems a little tiring, celebratin' me each night,'' Calum said modestly as he gestured to Ashton with his full bottle of Corona. The boy raised an eyebrow, urging Calum to go on. If he was gonna hijack his toast, he might as well explain himself. So Calum cleared his throat, jutting his chin up confidently. "I'm just sayin'," he drawled, "toast someone else for a change. The only thing I do is climb in the ring and beat a couple guys up. Y'all are too good to me, really."

     "Why aren't you this humble in the ring?" Michael jeered, and Calum rolled his eyes before nudging his friend playfully as the blond laughed.

     Calum didn't miss the lingering gaze on him, burning his skin while he talked to Michael. Calum took it upon himself to peel his eyes away from his friend, only for them to meet the same pair of eyes that’d been staring. They belonged to the same girl Ashton had been talking to earlier in the night, a friend of the girl he previously had slung under his arm. For whatever reason, her name slipped Calum's mind but he figured he'd be reminded of it at some point later that night. For now, Ashton was finishing his toast and Calum glanced back at his friend, who stood at the head of the table with one foot on his chair and his elbow resting on his knee. Calum let out a hearty chuckle as Ashton cleared his throat. 

     "As many of you know, tonight was Calum's one hundredth fight in the ring at Sunny's. Wasn’t necessarily what any of us expected, but fuck, did he make me proud," the boy stated. Calum felt his cheeks lift into a smile as he looked down at his drink. "There hasn't been a better fighter to walk into my gym in the time I’ve owned it. I've known this kid for three years now, and I can't stress enough how proud I am of him. So, with that being said, to Calum," Ashton declared, his hazel eyes meeting Calum's darker ones as he raised his beer. "My best friend, my brother. And a damn good fighter."

     "To Calum!"

     Everyone took a swig of whatever drinks they were sporting and Calum only grinned before lifting the bottle of his beer to his lips. 

     The Maori boy sat in the middle of the booth, directly across from the head of the table, surrounded by his friends. Ashton had slid back into the booth, Camille under his arm, while Michael sat to Calum’s left with Crystal. Unfortunately, Calum’s closest friend Luke couldn't make it because he had 'important things to tend to', meaning he was finally going to break things off with his girlfriend. Haley was batshit crazy, as Calum liked to describe her, and it only further proved his statement when she would pull things like tracking his location and showing up when he and the boys were hanging out alone. She accused him of cheating when Haley found Luke talking to another girl—the girl being Calum's sister Mali, who was visiting from London at the time—and that had really been the last straw for Luke. They'd only been together for a few months, but Calum had found a sense of relief when his close pal had let him know through Michael that he was finally ending things. Despite his best friend not being able to attend the outing they'd planned specifically to celebrate Calum, the Maori boy didn't mind. Luke rarely missed these things anyway. 

     Although the blond Australian couldn't make it to drinks, Ashton and Michael, Calum’s second and third closest mates, were there with their girls. Ash wasn't one for relationships or commitments, claiming that he had just met Camille hours previous, but from the way the two were flirting, Calum had a hard time believing it. He knew it was true, that they’d met completely by chance only hours before, but if anyone were to see them together, they'd think they had been a couple for much longer. Ashton was happy with her, happier than Calum had ever seen him before, and despite not knowing her very well, Calum could sense Ashton made Camille happy too. They were quite cute together, Ashton's arm slung snug around her shoulders while Camille laughed giddily at a joke he cracked. It almost made Calum sick to watch. He wasn't one for love and romance. Though, neither was Ashton until tonight. 

     A couple more hours into the night and Calum was proper buzzed. He was sitting at the bar, nursing his third beer of the hour, when he felt the energy around him shift. A girl had seated herself in the empty chair on Calum’s right, drawing a few men's attention though she didn't seem to notice, and if she did then she didn't seem to care. Calum, being one pair of the many eyes lingering on her, raised his eyebrows at her. 

     "You're Camille's friend," the raven haired boy blurted, speaking before he thought, which was clearly due to the alcohol in his system. Though, with how intoxicated he was, Calum didn't miss the way his heart picked up its pace at her faint smile. 

     "You're Ashton's friend," she returned, earning a messy smile to fall across the boy's lips as he nodded. Reaching across to hold out her hand, she introduced herself. "I'm Natalie."

     Natalie. It was a pretty name. It suited her. "I'm Calum." He shook the girl's hand, feeling the warmth of her skin on his and noting the way her smaller hand fit so perfectly into his, like a puzzle piece. The smile never left his lips, and neither did his dark eyes on her lighter brown ones. "Can I buy you a drink?"

     She raised her perfectly kept eyebrows at his statement, like she hadn't expected his offer, before nodding. While ordering another beer for himself, Calum bought the girl a tequila. When she told him her order, Calum had blurted, “Classy,” which earned him a laugh from the girl. It was the most beautiful sound Calum had ever heard, and he wanted to hear more of it. 

     “Tell me about yourself, Calum.” Natalie held her drink in her hands, her index finger and thumb pulling at the straw as she wrapped her lips around it. Calum peeled his eyes away from the sight, laying them on her brown irises instead. There was a playfulness in them, like she was teasing him. 

     “Didn’t realize this was a job interview?” This earned another laugh from Natalie. Calum took it upon himself to do anything he could to make her laugh all night. He never wanted to go without hearing the sound. It sounded like heaven. What the fuck was he thinking? Calum wasn’t this guy. He wasn’t romantic, and he sure as hell didn’t swoon over girls he just met.

     “You’re quite beautiful,” Calum had said later in the night, after a few minutes of them chatting. Apparently, Calum didn’t have a filter when he drank. This was unusual for the boy, who was usually so reserved and quiet, only speaking when he needed to. Instead, he was blurting every thought that popped into his mind, all the while nursing a slight buzz from his fourth and fifth beers.

     “Thank you,” Natalie had responded politely, a smile curling at her lips from the compliment. Something caught her eye as she peered behind Calum, and the boy glanced over his shoulder to see someone coming in from the side door. His eyes flickered back to Natalie, who was already looking at him. “I’m getting a little warm, I think I’m going to grab some fresh air.”

     The eagerness in his voice was almost embarrassing as Calum jumped to his feet, eyebrows rising. “Do you mind if I join you? Could use a smoke right now.” As soon as the words left his lips, Calum mentally face-palmed. This was just embarrassing. 

     Despite his subconscious’s efforts to convince himself he was being totally lame, Natalie thought he was quite cute. So she nodded, adding a smile as she said, “Sure. I’d like the company.”

     Calum followed Natalie across the floor and grabbed the door for her, earning a light “Thank you,” from the girl when she stepped outside. Calum slipped behind her, letting the door fall shut and feeling the brisk summer air meet his skin. It wasn’t cold, but the forecast for tonight was wind that didn’t do much except raise goosebumps on his arms. He was lucky enough to be wearing something over his tee, so he was shielded from the breeze, but Calum watched as Natalie wrapped her arms around herself. He frowned. 

     While the dark haired girl took a seat on the concrete steps below them, Calum shrugged off his jacket, draping it over her shoulders. She glanced up, a genuine smile raising her lips as Calum sat himself down next to her. 

     “You mind if I smoke?” He was already digging out his pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. Natalie shook her head, curling into his jacket—it was much too big for her, but Calum thought it looked perfect—and letting out a shaky breath. The Maori boy lit his cigarette, shielding the flame with one hand while the other worked the lighter. Speaking with the dart between his lips, Calum mumbled, “Nasty habit. ’M tryna quit.”

     She shook her head. “All good.” Once the cigarette was lit, Calum took a long drag before pulling it away between his two fingers and letting out some smoke.  He could sense her watching him, so politely, Calum held his hand out in front of the girl and she took the cigarette almost instantly. "Thanks.”

     “Didn’t think you were one to smoke.” Calum’s eyes followed the cigarette up to her lips. She held it between her thumb and index finger, long acrylic nails bright against the rather dark night as she took a drag. Natalie shook her head, blowing some smoke out. 

     “Not often.” She took another breath of the nicotine and tobacco in while crossing her ankles, tapping the toes of her white stilettos against one another. Natalie glanced up at Calum, pulling the cigarette away from her lips and holding it between her fingers before mumbling, "Congratulations on the win tonight. Looked like you were about to knock that guy dead by the end of it."

     The boy let out a chuckle, shaking his head as he took back his cigarette at her offering. "I nearly did the first time." Calum brought the dart up to his lips, sucking in as she watched him. He let out a cloud of smoke, letting some linger in his lips before blowing it out. His brown eyes lifted to meet Natalie and he raised his eyebrows. “You catch the first half? Broke that guy’s femur—Fuckin’ awful sound.”

     Natalie grimaced. “Didn’t see it. Thank God for it, I might’ve passed out.” Calum let out a chuckle at that, nodding as he brought the cigarette back to his lips. The boy raised a singular eyebrow down at her.

     “You cold?”

     She scoffed. "Not nearly as cold as you.” Natalie gestured down to his fitted black tee, and Calum only shook his head. “Thanks for the jacket.” 

     "’Course.” The cigarette was lifted to his lips once again and Calum held it there, eyes trained on the graffiti-covered wall in front of them. His fingers played in his lap, working the rings around his digits as he spoke, “Camille seems like a nice girl. Didn't know Ash was seein' anyone." Calum took another drag of the cigarette, bringing his legs up to the step below, and letting his elbows rest on his knees. His arms dropped, the cancer stick held between his two fingers. "Havin’ a hard time believin’ they met tonight. You sure they only met a couple hours ago?”

     "I wouldn't know anyways," Natalie said, a hint of annoyance in her tone. Calum hoped it wasn’t directed to him. "I haven't seen Camille in forever. First time seeing her tonight in a year, actually." Calum urged her to go on. "I live back East. Childhood best friends."

     "Ah." Calum nodded—he knew how that worked. His best friend as a younger boy was still his best friend now. Though, unlike Natalie and Camille, the two Australian boys had stuck by each other all these years. From birth up to moving to America together, Luke and Calum had been with each other through thick and thin. "So you’re visiting L.A.?” She nodded. “When do you go back? Home, I mean."

     There was a hint of disappointment in Calum's voice when he asked the simple question, and he was just as taken aback as Natalie was to the underlying hurt and curiosity. He'd met her ten minutes ago—the fuck did Calum have any business bidding her a goodbye?

     "July 30th," Natalie answered, shrugging into Calum's jacket as a cold wind breezed past then. He wanted to ask her if she wanted to go in, since it seemed to only be getting colder, but Calum selfishly wanted to keep talking to the girl. And God knows he couldn't do that inside with the loud music and the chaos sprouting from every corner. 

     "Stayin' for a while, then. You got family here?" Why was he so curious about Natalie's life? Sure, she seemed nice and was, genuinely, the most beautiful girl Calum had seen, but all these grilling questions had him wondering if they sounded as creepy to her as they did to him. He usually had no problem keeping his mouth shut—why couldn't he do it now?

     "My dad lives up in Bakersfield but I mainly came to visit Cami," Natalie explained, and Calum nodded before letting out another cloud of smoke. "I kinda needed to get away for a little bit and L.A. seemed like the place to do it."

     To get away. From what? Calum made a mental note to bring that up later, if he'd be fortunate enough to get to know her better. 

     Apparently Calum had taken too long to answer, as the raven haired girl reached over and plucked the cigarette from between his lips. Locking eyes with him, Natalie brought it to her own mouth, sucking in as a smirk formed on her lips. Calum clicked his tongue, giving a sly smile of his own while he shook his head. 

     "Didn't your mama ever tell you to wait your turn?" he mused, watching as Natalie let the smoke linger gently from her full, cherry red painted lips. The girl only rolled her enticing brown eyes before taking another drag, smirking.

     Natalie tapped some of the ash onto the ground, glancing up at him. Even sitting down, Calum still had a couple inches on the girl. But her confident attitude made up for it. "I'm a little impatient," Natalie stated, leaning over seductively and bringing her hand up to Calum’s face, her long nails brushing over the stubble on his jaw. She placed the cigarette back between his parted lips, smiling innocently when his gaze met her’s. "And just for the record,” Natalie mumbled, getting to her feet. She shrugged Calum’s jacket on fully, pulling her hair out from the collar. “I don't listen to my mama."

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[britishboystm]

Boy in the Basement Pt. III

Warnings: swearing, evidence of drug use

***

It was strange to see him in such a different state. His skin was now a much more proper peach with a hint of rose in his cheeks, rather than the sickly gray from the first time you saw him. His eyes were no longer closed, showing off the brightest blue you had ever seen. Dark circles sat under his eyes, probably from recovering in the hospital and the lack of sleep. His lips were also chapped and cracked, a bit of a split lip from the lack of moisture. You didn't mind though.

He looked down at his feet before giving you a quick glance. It seemed almost out of embarrassment, like he assumed your dad had given you the full story of what had happened. Oh how you knew so much more than just a retelling from your dad. A small part of you wanted to jump into his arms and hug him, tell him how glad you were to see him alive and somewhat better. You refrained however, not wanting to freak him out or draw attention to yourself knowing what you knew.

“I’m Y/N.” You said finally, giving a small wave.

“This is the boy from that house on Bourne. Remember?’ Your dad asked.

“Oh right. How are you feeling?”. A super impersonal question but the right route to take considering the circumstances. You guys had technically just met for the first time and you wanted to treat it as such. A natural progression. There was no need to jump into the deep end so soon. You didn’t even know why he was here.

“Chris will be staying the night.” Your dad interjected, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. Where were his parents? Weren’t they going to come get him once he was released from the hospital? Things didn’t seem right but of course they weren’t when they found him face down in the basement of a crack house, so you decided not to pry.

“That sounds great.” You say smiling towards him, giving as much warmth and comfort with your tone as humanly possible. This kid had been through hell and back. It was the least you could do. There was a silence amongst the four of you until your mum spoke up,

“Y/N, why don’t you show Chris where he will be sleeping.” You nod and direct him to follow you back up the staircase. You look back to see him staring at you. He quickly diverts his gaze the moment you catch him. He was honestly kind of cute, but that wasn’t the point of all this. He needed a place to crash, then he would be on his way.

It took you a second to ready yourself. It had been a while since you had been in James’s room. Your parents ended up not getting rid of any of his stuff. Almost as though they were hoping one day he would walk through the front door and yell out goodnight before crashing without taking his day clothes off like he used to.

At first your dad wanted to dump everything. Forgive and forget what had happened. Your mom on the other hand had the exact opposite response, wanting to leave everything immaculate and untouched. She would go in sometimes to feather up all the dust that had collected on the shelves due to the absence of a human soul. Your father avoided that door like it was possessed.

“You ok?” You heard Chris ask lightly behind you, as though not to overstep a boundary that, to you, didn't exist. It was the first time he had ever spoken. Now you wish he would do it again. You looked over your shoulder and gave him a small smile before nodding.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Anyways here is where you will be sleeping.” You stood to the side as he walked in, slightly in awe. Had this kid never seen a bedroom before?

“This is really cool.” It was his turn to look back at you with a slight blush. With a pack hanging off his shoulder and gripped in his right hand he walked further into the room, scoping out the rest of it. He dropped his pack on the floor and gently sat down at the foot of the bed. You didn’t really know what to do now.

“Well, I’ll let you get settled in, dinner will be ready in about 5.”

“Thanks.” he stared down at the bedding, grazing his hands over it. You could tell something was up with him. He seemed so lost and afraid. You wondered what his story was.

“No problem.”

You walked out of the room, and headed back downstairs where your parents were setting up the table.

“So are you going to explain to me what that's all about?” You were no longer thinking about ignoring your dad. This whole crazy situation was above it. He placed the salad at the centre of the dinner table and walked around you to get the dressing from the fridge.

“He’s in foster care. We were able to find the foster home he lived in and the conditions were subpar. We wanted to transfer him into a more adequate residence but it’s going to take awhile. Your mother and I have decided to let him stay with us until a more fit home can take him in.” You were shocked to hear this new information.

Because of your middle class status, it was hard for you to grasp the concept of foster care. How a kid could be moved around so much. The idea that a parent could just give up their child and leave never looking back. It broke your heart. But of course everyone had their reasons for doing so. Any kid who lived in those conditions went to Churchill school on the east side of Reading, Your school being on the west side. So it made sense why you had never seen Chris before Friday.

“I’ve been visiting him since Friday for a few hours each day so he should be fine here. He trusts me” You just nod, not really knowing what to say. You were still trying to absorb everything your dad was telling you.

You placed a pitcher of water on the table and sat at your usual spot.

“Did you know about this?” You looked at your mom with a ting of hurt. Once again, you were left out of the loop.

“He may have mentioned it a couple times.” her voice was small. You looked down at your lap.

“So, he’s probably going to be here more than just a night then.” You were making a statement rather than asking a question.

“We will take it day by day.” Says your dad avoiding eye contact, knowing he messed up by not telling you. This meant yes, this kid would be living with you until he was put into a new home. The whole family looks up to the stairs as Chris finally makes an appearance, clearly feeling awkward with having all of your guys’ eyes on him.

“Chris!” Your mum beams to the slightly scared boy.

“Come join us, dinner is hot and ready to eat.” He hesitantly walks over to the table and takes a seat across from you. The low lighting above the table really gave him a nice warm glow. You couldn’t help but stare, until you diverted your look to the oncoming bowl of tossed salad coming your way.

He seemed so closed off, and was clearly not used to being treated so well.

“So Chris, tell me a bit about yourself.” Your mum tries her best to get him talking but he’s too busy stuffing her pasta in his mouth. Wasn’t fed well.

“I’m from Reading. I go to Churchill school and I’m in year 10.” He then went back to twirling his fork into his meal. Simple answer. Your mum was clearly looking for a more in-depth response. Maybe she thought he would tell her why he ended up almost dead in that house on Bourne Avenue. No luck. He probably wouldn't budge. At least not right now. The wound was still too fresh.

The rest of dinner was somewhat quiet other than the small talk your parents shared which involved your dad's day patrolling the town and your mum’s day in an office cubicle. The usual mundane stuff. You couldn't help but steal glances with Chris as you both picked at your pasta. He was already on his second plate. It was quite cliche but every time he looked at you, you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. Your cheeks and ears were hot and you were being a lot more careful, trying to eat nicely by keeping your mouth closed. You didn’t want to look like a slob in front of him. Not that he would care.

“Y/N, why don’t you and Chris go out in the back so your mother and I can discuss some things.” You took the hint, knowing what he was meaning so you got up and led Chris to the backyard. They were probably going to discuss what was going to happen until he would get sent to another home. Hanging from the large oak tree were a couple swings. One for you and one for James.

You both sat as the sun set. It was quite nice but there was also a sense of sadness. The last time you sat out here with someone was with your brother. You both gently rocked back and forth, not needing to say anything to one another. It was peaceful. Oh fuck it.

“I saw you that day. In the basement of that house.” He looked up at you, words caught in his throat. He pursed her lips and bowed his head in what looked like shame.

‘My dad wouldn’t let me visit you in the hospital.”

“You wanted to visit me?” His eyes brightened up, almost with hope and excitement as he looked up at you.

“He said your condition was something no young girl should see” You said it with a hint of venom. Still angry about being kept in the dark.

“I was really worried.” You continued.

“You didn’t even know me.”

“True, but you seemed so helpless. I just felt like helping you.”

“Well thanks, I guess.” He wasn’t used to this.

You lightly punched his arm, not really knowing what actions were appropriate. He lightly chuckles and lifts his arms to grab onto the ropes holding the swing in place. It was bit dark so you didn’t know if what you were seeing was real but you noticed tiny holes littering his forearm, bruised and fresh still. Those weren't from being in the hospital.

Your smile faded and so did his as he noticed your eyes on his skin. He quickly pushed the sleeves of his sweater over his arms.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-.”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry ‘bout it alright” He muttered. He swiftly got up and shoved his hand in his pockets, giving you one last glance before disappearing back into the house.

“Good night.” You mumbled to yourself.

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[peterthepark]

He Isn’t You

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: An unexpected reunion with an ex-lover kindles bitter memories. Regrets and what-ifs are exchanged, but only this time, the feelings remain one-sided.

A/N: This is a continuation of this request! I recommend you read it before this installment for more understanding. Either way, thank you for reading! ;)

It had been a year since Steve had last seen you. He kept track, knowing the exact number of weeks and days that he had lost you. He lost you. His heart stops everytime he glances at the locket by his dresser: a gold heart embellished with complex yet beautiful designs, accompanied with a small picture of you and him that fit perfectly within the necklace.

The window is covered with ice, yet he can still see the delicate snowflakes falling to the ground. Steve forces himself to stand from his bed - the bed where you left him, the bed where he broke you, the bed where he fucked everything up. With a shaky sigh, he adjusts the collar of his sweater, putting on a tight smile in the mirror before he walks out of his room.

Christmas.

Steve hates it. Only because he knows that it’s your favorite holiday, with the stupid evergreen trees and once-a-year decorations. He shuts off the radio in his car, grumbling at the first few notes of the familiar song.

The driveway is packed with cars when he arrives. He tucks the gift under his arm as he approaches the front door, raising a finger to the doorbell. From outside, he can hear the joyous cheers and singing of people. The wide, paneled door opens slowly, and he’s ushered in by an excited Mrs. Wheeler. He respectfully kisses her on the cheek, laughing when she remarks how handsome he looks tonight.

He finds Nancy immediately through the crowd of people, socializing with a few relatives. She turns around to smile and wave at him, before she begins excusing herself from the conversation to greet him.

“Hey, I’m so glad you could come.” She presses a chaste kiss to his lips, and he winces at the familiar taste of strawberry-flavored lipgloss.

No.

Too much like you.

He recovers instantly, chuckling weakly when Nancy pulls him into a loving embrace. "Well, you know I'd never miss a good party, especially if you're there."

The words leave a sour aftertaste in his mouth. He wishes he hadn't said them in the first place.

She smiles widely at the comment, tugging on his arm to introduce him to a couple of her guests. He swiftly sets his gift down by the Christmas tree, before following Nancy into the backyard with slumped shoulders. He nods at familiar faces, acknowledging them with a weak handshake or a short embrace.

"Steve, this is Dean." She gestures to the taller boy, with slicked-back hair, who reaches out to shake Steve's hand with a kind voice.

"Nice to meet you, Steve." He glances around the yard for a moment, turning around to grab the hand of the girl behind him. "And this is my gorgeous girlfriend, Y/N."

It couldn't be.

You tuck yourself under Dean's arm, brightly smiling up at him before your eyes fall on Steve, who stood before you. He watches your eyes widen in shock, red lips parting as a shaky breath escapes from your chest.

"Hi." He blinks at you, hands fidgeting at his sides with uncertainty.

"Hello, Steve."

Nancy reaches for his hand, intertwining her slender fingers with his. "You guys know each other?" She raises her eyebrows at you with question.

Steve never told her. And so, Nancy never knew that you and Steve had ever been together.

"Not really," You reply. "I knew Steve from a class we had in school, but other than that, we've never talked."

Hurt, he glances down at his shoes, sucking in a deep breath as if you had punched him in the gut.

Dean touches your shoulder, leaning down to kiss your cheek before he excuses himself inside the house. It isn't long before Mrs. Wheeler calls Nancy inside to help her with the food, leaving only you and Steve, as well as a few unknown guests outside.

"You look different."

You meet his gaze with narrowed eyes. Your breaths are even, and it seems as if Steve's presence has left you completely unaffected.

He can't help but notice your bold, red lipstick - cherry lipgloss nowhere to be seen. Your black dress rests above the knee, and Steve tries to remember when was the last time he had seen you in clothing as short as that. You don't break eye contact, occasionally shifting your head to the side to move wisps of hair from your face.

"Thank you."

You don't seem to blush at his compliment.

He would have had you blushing by now.

"So," Steve leans lightly against the pole of the canopy, crossing his arms against his itchy sweater. "Uh, what are you doing here?"

You chuckle quietly at the question. Steve feels a pang in his chest at the angelic sound, causing a smile to form on his face. "Well, Dean happened to be a family friend of the Wheelers. He invited me to this Christmas party since we'd only be in town for a few more weeks and so, here I am."

"Oh, you don't live in Hawkins anymore?" You shake your head, sipping on the glass of apple cider in your hand.

"I actually got a full-ride scholarship to Michigan University.”

"Wow! That's... that's great, Y/N. I'm so happy for you." He chuckles. "But uh, Dean... how long have you two been...?”

Together.

He wants to say it, but he can’t bring himself to.

Your body relaxes at mention of his name, breaking Steve when he sees the admiration on your face when you look into the house.

“Almost a year. We met during orientation and ended up having the same major, which is pretty nice.”

Steve lets the smile on his face falter, before disappearing completely. Pushing himself off the pole, he buries his hands in his pockets, subtly approaching you with slow steps.

"Are you happy?"

The mood shifts immediately.

Time comes to a halt, as cliche as it sounds, and Steve can only place his attention on you.

"I'm the happiest woman alive." You admit, placing the empty wine glass on the table beside Steve. He abruptly reaches for your hand, enveloping it with his cold one. Your eyesight follows the motion, and you hurriedly try to pull away from him with a huff. "Steve..."

"Y/N, you don't know how much I miss you." He lowers his voice to a hushed whisper.

"Steve, I'm with someone." You don't hesitate to look him in the eye, furrowing your brows with frustration. "Please, leave me be."

"I know what love is. You told me - told me that I don't know what love is. But I do, Y/N." You manage to escape from his grip, keeping your distance from him with nervous eyes. "I love you."

"But I love Dean."

He has to look over his shoulder to stop himself from crying out, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. Steve whimpers softly, body trembling as he attempts to hold back his tears.

"God, I love you, Y/N. Give me a chance." He pleads with a quivering lip.

You shake your head dismissively. "I'm sorry. But I don't love you anymore, Steve.”

You gasp when Steve wraps his arms around you, burying his head into your neck. Your perfume overwhelms him, sending him into a struggling battle with his brain and heart.

"You're my everything. Please. Please."

With gentle hands, you pry Steve away from your body, and he aches for your touch. It’s not lustful, nor does it carry any sexual meaning - he simply needs to feel you.

Your eyes are sympathetic. And it makes Steve wish that you were angry instead, because he experiences even more pain with your peacefulness.

Were you at peace because he wasn't a part of your life anymore?

"Steve, it's been a year.” He sighs with audible relief when your hand cups his cheek. It's forgiving, yet it fucking kills him. "I'm not the same girl that I was when we were together."

"I don't care. Same or not, different or new, you're still Y/N. I'll - I'll stick around forever.” He leans further into your touch, ignoring your reluctance. “Let me stay with you.”

"You're with Nancy. You love her. This is what you wanted." Your hand suddenly falls from his face, resting against your thigh. “And this is what you get. You need to live with your own decisions.”

“What is it about Dean that makes you want to stay? He... I know you don’t want to break his heart, but I can do better than him. I would do so much better for you.” He pauses, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Why does he make you happy, Y/N?”

“Because he isn’t you.”

A sob racks through his body, and Steve has to grip onto the pole to stay upright.

Your words stab at his ribs, tearing at his flesh as he screws his eyes shut.

He exhales deeply. “I wish I knew what I had because I lost you.”

“You made me happier the minute that you let go.” You hesitantly reach for his hand, regretting it the minute that he tightens his hold on it. “You can love me all you want, Steve, but I want you to know that I have moved on. And I’m not coming back to you, ever.”

“I know.” He nods with understanding, averting his eyes from you.

“Okay.”

“Could I get one last hug?”

He stares at you. His eyes are rimmed with red, tears staining his flushed cheeks. Regret was written all over his features, and you didn’t fail to recognize the heartbreak within him.

“I can’t give you that. I’m sorry.”

The patio door slides open, voices filling the emptied yard as Nancy and Dean stride over to you both. Steve harshly wipes at his face with the back of his sleeves, regaining his composure as his girlfriend comes to stand by his side. You block out their conversation when Dean reaches down to kiss your forehead, before feeding you a small piece of cheesecake with a bubbly grin. You exchange laughter when he misses your mouth, dabbing at the corners of your painted lips with a napkin.

“Do you wanna go inside? It’s real cold out here, love.” He suggests, and you nod at the suggestion. You thank him for the sweet gesture, smiling when his hand comes to rest on the small of your back.

Before you step into the house, you gaze behind you, meeting the intense stare of the chestnut-haired boy with a lingering smile of your own. His eyelashes glisten with drying tears, and he tunes out the sweet nothings of Nancy.

You give him a curt nod, entangling your fingers with Dean.

“Merry Christmas, Steve.”

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[neoarchipelago]

Her Teacher (Teacher!John Wick x Reader part 3)

AN: WHAT AM I DOING WITH THIS????? 

Spotify playlist to listen to

Word count : 3 239

Warnings: SMUT 18+ SEXUAL CONTENT

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Laying down in bed you were cuddling in your fluffy blanket. Taking a look at the clock you knew you'd be late, but getting up was just too hard for you. Last night had been too much for you, and even if you didn't have his class today you didn't want to even see him in the hallways. Your phone rang and you glanced at it, pondering on your next move. After sighing however your grabbed it and answered it. 

"Hello?" You voice sounded hoarse from the night spent crying but you could just pretend it was from the sleepiness. 

"(Y/n)! Where are you?!" Ah. Leia. 

"Leia, I'm… still in bed.." you answered honestly. 

"What? Why? Are you feeling sick?" She asked worriedly.

"Hum… no, just a bit tired maybe I'll stay home this morning.." you tried.

"You shouldn't study so much! You get yourself exhausted!" She whined on the phone. 

You smiled to yourself, you were lucky to have friends so sweet. But it seemed like she didn't know exactly what happened yesterday…

"I know, sorry I worried you last night." You tried again, expecting a bunch of questions on the crying. 

"It's alright, Tom said he found you at the library lost in a book and I wasn't surprised at all!" She chuckled. 

You frowned but didn't say anything. Tom had lied and didn't said anything. You were somehow glad for that. 

"Alright, take some rest ! I'll give you the classes later!" She hurriedly said. 

Before you could even answer she hung up, leaving you chuckling at how energetic she could be. You stared at your ceiling taking a deep breath. What could you do now? Staying here in your bed would never help. Running away, or never going back to university wasn't a solution either. No. You had to make it stop. The feelings that were growing inside of you were getting uncontrollable. He was your teacher, and clearly he had wanted this just as much as you. He seemed jealous of every boy who seemed to look at you… to the point where he fucked you against a bookshelf in the library. But you had no idea of his true feelings. Was there even feelings from him? You groaned throwing the blanket over your head. The power this man had over you was insane. You wanted to give in so badly, the way you felt in his arms was powerful. He was intimidating, rough yet so sweet. You wanted to drown in his eyes. 

You threw away your blanket in a raging movement. No. It had to stop. You'd go pick up your book and you'd forget him. At any cost. 

And with that thought, you rose from your bed and walked to the shower. 

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Your comfy outfit was a bit more suited for the cold weather. You still managed to find a way to wear a skirt. You walked in the main building and looked around. Your eyes immediately found him, in a corner speaking to other teachers. You had time to see him glance at you before looking away taking your attention to Leia who had run to you, tackling you with a powerful hug. 

"Oh (y/n)!!" 

You chuckled. 

"Leia i've been gone one morning." You reminded her. 

"Yes but I've missed you!" She said whining. 

You laughed it out, catching sight of Tom walking towards you two. 

"Ladies…" he said in a playful tone, making his sister roll her eyes. 

"Hey tommy" you greeted him. 

The conversation settled between you three, and you felt almost like everything was normal. Until a thought crossed your mind. You had to go pick up the book before the end of classes. Being alone in his office, when the school is almost empty, at dark, wasn't wise. Taking a glance at your sweet teacher you saw him talk to a few students and you realized that was your chance. You excused yourself and walked towards him. His eyes on you the entire time as you stepped closer. Of course as if planned, the rest of the students left leaving you alone with him. Alone wasn't the exact word, you were in the middle of a hallway full of students, but deep down, it felt like just you two. 

"Good afternoon sir…" you managed to let out. Suddenly feeling intimidated by him. 

"Good afternoon." There it was. The sound of his voice and you were already melting. 

No. You mentally slapped yourself and finally found the strength you needed. 

"I apologise, but I forgot my book in your office, when can I pass to pick it up?" You asked with an assurance in your voice that you didn't recognize.

"We can go get it right now if you wish to. I have some things to talk to you." He spoke, looking at you in a way that made you want to get closer to him and let him wrap his arms around you. 

No. Breath!

"I do too sir." You let out. 

And he raised an eyebrow. 

"What is it?" The question was anticipated. 

You had to take a moment to swallow before speaking. 

"I..I'd like to give up your class." You spoke, looking up at him directly. 

He frowned, tried to say something. Looked around, before letting his gaze on you again. 

"Let's talk in my office please." He asked. 

You were winning this time. He looked utterly lost for a second. But you were doing this for you, not to see him like this. 

"I can't right now sir, I have a class to attend. Perhaps later?" You let out, a sudden confidence taking over. 

"I have a meet up with a few teachers, pass by after all of your classes then." He proposed. 

Well. That wasn't good. But honestly, was there any other way to do this? You took a deep breath and nodded. You stepped back ready to leave, felt a sudden grip over your wrist and looked back. 

"Tommy!" You looked at him wide eyed. 

What was he doing here? No, wait. You felt his arm pass around your shoulders as he spoke. 

"I'm taking you to class princess.." he let out with a smirk. 

You let yourself be guided away by him, not even wanting to look back at Mr Wick. That wasn't good. This wasn't going to end well. But then you shook yourself. No. He had no right to be jealous, you weren't his. So you walked away, tom's arm wrapped around your shoulders and you swaying your hips on purpose. 

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You were sitting in your last class, nervously playing with your bottom lip. What if you didn't go? You weren't feeling brave enough to go. What if he… what if he kissed you again? You knew you'd give in immediately. You had to stay as far away from him as possible. You sighed. You wanted that book back though. You also wanted him. Class was dismissed and it was time for you to act. 

You stood up and walked as slow as possible. The amount of students was quickly fading and soon the hallway was empty. The sound of your heels the only sound breaking the silence. You took a turn to the left and saw his open door. You walked slowly to it, just to freeze at the entrance. You watched as he was sitting at his desk, his head in his hands, hair falling down softly. Leaning on the door frame you stood there eyeing him. His black shirt tightly around his arms. You let your hand rise to your mouth, biting your nail a bit, trying to stop your heart from jumping. 

And he looked up. 

The darkness of his gaze wrapping around your mind like a drug. 

"(Y/n)..." Your name on his lips.

You closed your eyes trying to remind yourself your first goal. Opening them again you finally stepped into the room, closing the door behind you. 

First mistake. 

You walked up to his desk and looked at him. 

"Can I have my book?" You let out in a soft voice, every bad feeling forgotten. 

"Yes." He picked it up from his drawer and put it down in front of you. 

You took a second to admire the beautiful work he'd done on it, letting your fingers run on the leather cover. 

"It's beautiful…" you whispered. 

Lingering there. Second mistake.

He stood up and you didn't even look up at him. You just listened as he walked to the door. The sound of the lock however made you spin around and stare at him. Fuck. 

"Sir..?" You asked, your voice slightly shaking. 

"We need to talk. With no interruption." He said, walking towards you and stopping a step away. 

You nodded at him and sat on his desk. You heard him chuckle but chose not to comment it. Silence fell for a few seconds before he sighed and finally spoke. 

"Don't ...give up my class." 

You looked up at him, surprised. We were going there then? Alright.

"I have to." You explained. 

"You don't. You are an amazing student, and I don't say that because of… our… activities." He tried to explain. 

You blushed heavily. Activities? Really? 

"I just.. can't keep seeing you like this." You honestly explained. At this point, lying was pointless. 

"(y/n)..." He stepped forward and your breath hitched. 

You could already smell his cologne and your barriers were breaking already. His hand rose to touch you but stopped in mid air just to fall back down. You felt sad that he didn't but scolded yourself for even wanting it. 

"Don't give up the class because of me. I… I'll never speak to you again. I'll never touch you again if that's what you want…" he spoke, his raspy voice sounding almost pleading.

You closed your eyes, your eyes suddenly burning as the tears threatened to fall. If only he knew… that's not what you wanted. And since you never learn, your pretty little mouth let is escape once more. 

"But I don't want that…" 

Speaking without thinking, last mistake.

You almost gasped at your sudden revelation as you looked at him. But now you had started, you couldn't stop. 

"Thing is… you touching me is all I want…" 

You watched as he inhaled sharply, yet you kept going, now was no moment to stop. 

"And It's almost like a sweet sin everytime you kiss me…" 

You saw him clench his jaw, fighting himself. 

"I don't know If I should just run away or let you do whatever you want with me." 

He stepped forward once, and your breath caught in your throat but you pushed yourself to finish.

"We shouldn't be doing this, but honestly, I don't even know what we're doing…" you finished in a whisper this time he was inches from you, you could feel his jeans touching your knees and you knew the next move was going to be decisive. You were feeling so hot right now, the tension was heavy between you two, as you eyed each other's next move. You were surprised when you felt his hand on your knees. More like, hovering over them, as if afraid to touch you. 

"I haven't been really fair with you. I apologise." 

His words reached your heart, but you grew anxious for what was coming after those.

"I don't really know what we're doing neither. But I know two things for sure.

You watched as he looked at you through a few strings of hair and you thought he looked truly beautiful.

"No one can know about this. We'll both be in trouble. You… more than anything." 

You closed your eyes and nodded, feeling already the painful rejection arriving, anticipating it so much you barely noticed the weird thing he said about you being in more trouble. But you felt on of his hands reach for your chin, and you opened your already blurry eyes. 

"Second… I really don't want this to stop… You're amazing.. You're smart, interesting… beautiful…" the way he spoke was making your heart burst at the seams. 

"But if you never want me to touch you again…" 

You didn't even wait to grab his shirt and pull him closer, opening your legs to allow him more access to your body. He went for your lips and you had never wanted so much to kiss someone back. That addictive taste of his tongue making you lose all focus again. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You pulled on his shirt, wanting him to pull back so you could take it off, what he did immediately. Once you threw away the poor thing you took a second to admire his toned chest before leaning down to kiss it. You let your fingers run across his abs, but you felt his hands reach for the back of your neck and pull your hair. He captured your lips again and you felt his hand under your t-shirt. You moaned into his mouth, wanting him to continue. 

If there's one thing you both had in common it was the lack of patience you both had. You quickly had lost the said t-shirt to the ground and your bra, and his tongue was messing with your nipples and your head. You had one of your hands clasped around your mouth trying to muffle your moans, while the other was lost in his hair. One of his hands was on your thigh the other on your back keeping you steady. 

He kissed his way back up, stopping at your neck, biting and sucking on the soft skin, making you moan and softly giggle. You looked at him, his beautiful eyes, the bright smile he was giving you, and all you wanted to say was that you loved him, but maybe was it too soon? You kissed him again, trying to keep yourself from speaking words that you shouldn't. The kiss deepened and passion was leading the way into much more interesting parts. He laid you down on the desk, letting his hands caress their way down to the aim of your skirt on your thighs. He pulled it up as he leaned back, his eyes never leaving yours. His hands continued their path to the aim of your panties very slowly, and pulled them down. One leg after the other he entirely took them off, putting them down on the desk next to you. He leaned down to kiss you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck once again. 

You gasped when you felt his fingers run over your slit softly, him groaning as he felt your wetness already. Pulling back you could recognize that lustful look on his face, with that point of no turning back.

"Is that all for me?" He asked, his voice a bit darker than usual.

"Yes sir…" you moaned out like a good girl. 

You threw your head back as let one of his fingers slide in, his thumb playing with your clit in a torturing slowness. You were trying your best to stay quiet, but in between his dark gaze on your and his expert fingers you were already pretty close. He had that predator look, one that made you feel entirely trapped, yet so safe. 

"P-please… Sir.." you moaned out. 

This was wonderful, but you needed him and he knew it. You watched as his fingers left you and he rose his fingers to his mouth. The sinful moan you let out as you watched him lick his fingers clean was his breaking point. He quickly reached for his belt, unbuckling it, the bulge already perfectly visible. When he finally lowered his boxers your grasped the desk a bit tighter. The tip of his cock placed at your entrance, you looked at each other. His hand caressed your cheek and his thumb over your lips. You opened your mouth, flattening your tongue and sucked on his thumb. 

Using your little game he pushed himself deep inside you, making you moan out loud, hopefully muffled by his thumb. His hand however left your mouth and you watched slightly breathless as he grabbed your legs, positioning them over his forearms and grabbed your hips with each hand. You were completely trapped, submissive to his every will. He pulled back before sliding right back in at an awful slow pace. You were hopelessly moaning into your hand, trying to stay quiet. His pace quickening you let your head fall back on the desk, arching your back into his hands, trying desperately to feel more of him. One of his hands left your waist to wrap itself around your neck, the soft pressure sending waves of pleasure run through you. You were edging and you couldn't contain your moans anymore at all. The hand on your neck placed itself over your mouth muffling a bit more your loud moans. The way your walls were tightening around him made him groan and you knew he was close too. You felt yourself reach you high as you finally exploded, gasping as the air left your lungs, your eyes shut tight. Your senses blurring, seeing stars for a few seconds, you felt him pound into you harde a few times before cuming as well.

Your eyes were still closed, his hands had left your mouth already when he had leaned down to kiss your cheeks, then your nose and then your mouth. You smiled brightly at him, opening your eyes to him smiling just as brightly. Pulling out, he walked around the room, getting dressed and grabbing your own pieces of clothing. You sat up, trying to at least stay seated on the desk. He had already his shirt on when he walked over to you with some tissues. You were ready to grab them but he took on the task to clean you up himself as you blushed. You grabbed your bra and t shirt, getting dressed quickly as you were starting to feel cold. You felt gim wrap his arms around you and you closed your eyes accepting the embrace. You were in bliss. 

"You smell good…" you let out absentmindedly.

You heard him laugh, his chest shaking with the action and you smiled. 

"Thank you darling… come on, I'm taking you home." He spoke against your hair. 

You separated from him, looking confused. 

"A-are you sure? I can walk home…" you tried. 

"No. Unless you don't want me..?" He asked with a smirk. 

You glared at him but smirked back. Looking down, playing with his t-shirt shyly as you spoke. 

"Are you staying with me tonight..?" You asked hopefully. Looking up at him. 

He sighed looking at your does eyes and he thought about it for a second. 

"Tomorrow's Saturday…" you added. 

He smirked again and nodded, making you light up with joy.

"Come on, let's go." He said, finally pulling you up and he put on his leather coat. You watched in horror as he grabbed the panties on the desk and put them in his pocket, smirking at you. Grabbing your things you felt his hand hold your before finally reaching for the door. 

You both walked out to his car, your hand still in his. The halls seemed empty, cold and dark. But sometimes, even shadows lie in unexpected places. And you should have been a bit more careful about it. 

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A Quiet Place AU / ATEEZ (Post-apocalyptic)

Chapter 6

↝Word count: 3.6k

Description: In a world full of silence and dangerous creatures seeking for blood, a group of friends have to survive for their own good and find the safe place they've heard about months ago.

Pairing: San x OC

WARNING: mention of death, depression, cursing.

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With every storm, there’s a rainbow somewhere.

It’s pretty odd to say that after Misuk’s death, the #439 day began as a peaceful day. That Monday Mingi, Wooyoung and Yeosang walked around the periphery recollecting some vegetables that were on our garden behind the old building, I joined a couple hours later just grabbed some fruits and keep an eye on the boys. We talked about how vegetables tasted better than ever and Mingi tried to figure out if the reason was some kind of radioactive answer. Wooyoung tried to hold his sharp laugh eating tons of strawberries, they tained his teeth red for six hours. We also found two raccoon bodies smashed in the middle of the tomatoes, so we figured we had to be more careful outside the building to prepare the runaway. Meanwhile, Yeosang and I recollected some carrots and oranges, the tension between us was visible, we made eye contact three times and the three times I almost growled at him, still mad about last night. I was trying to distract myself from the events of the day before with them, but the thoughts were only intensify by the animal blood near the garden. 

At night, we had dinner indoors, most of the guys were chatting about the few days we had in there, remaking a new plan for us to start heading to our supposed new home, Wonderland. However, Seonghwa seemed too caught up on his own world that he didn’t even touch his fish or veggies; and if stares could burn you, Seonghwa caught me staring at him. The worrying look on my face made him give me a smile to put an ease to my thoughts, he started to eat after I gulped a glass of water and gesture him swallow everything on his plate. I knew he was as affected as I was, maybe even more. Hongjoong had told us he felt guilty for not being able to protect Misuk when he was the strongest between the three of us, it made no sense if he also would’ve been killed. 

Things turned a little tense when Wooyoung mentioned our discovery on the tomatoes garden. 

"You're not allowed to go outside again this week", Hongjoong had said to me when I washed the dishes. He thought that my scent could have probably attracted the creatures near our house. I agreed bluntly as Mingi hugged my back and reassure that everything would be okay. 

On Tuesday, Yunho, Wooyoung and Jongho prepared an incredible meal with the supplies we brought, the amused moment was when they realized they couldn't cook without Seonghwa, who was out fixing a fissure in the water pipe, it was caused by that time when Wooyoung went to bathroom. Yeah, he was right, that shit was pretty messy. Literally.  I really wanted to go with him but he agreed to go by himself because “he was okay alone”. Saying I was hurt was an understatement… By the end of the day, I took care of gathering some supplies for our road trip, organized our food, water, clothes, pills and guns. We were obligated to dominate the art of shooting and targeting stuffs, luckily, we used them once in the forest yet we didn’t like to use them due to obvious reasons: noise. 

Anyway, as for San and Hongjoong, they never got out of the oldest bedroom till it was night time. San was carrying a notebook and some papers down his armpits while he grabbed a cup of the black coffee I made for Hongjoong and gave me a flash smile. Sometimes, San and I smiled at each other from time to time when our eyes met for too long, but he still was an idiot with big ego trying to make me mad at everything he did. I wasn’t sure of that new attitude of his, but it was better than his stearn and cold eyes.

On Wednesday, we all played Monopoly and remained in the basement for safety, if raccoons died the day before, we had to be aware of anything. So, we ended up hating Hongjoong and his fucking cute laugh as he robbed all of our money when we stepped in all his properties, Mingi kept fake-crying for an entire hour as Hongjoong took his little red houses from the spots he bought and he placed his purple buildings instead. Yeosang, Mr. Corrupt Bank, smiled devilish as he handed Hongjoong the last few dollars of the game. That little bastard knew how to play or he was a mastermind on cheating. San almost punched him and almost threw the game board as he perished in the jail longer than anyone else. We laughed till our bellies hurt, until our eyes cried, until our cheeks felt hot and our backs collided on the basement floor. The tension around us for the last three days faded away in that exact minute, we were just a group of young adults fooling around with our friends and classmates before Kihwang would come from his Art History class and would yell at us to start running over the place. But he never came, and we never ran, and all that we once knew as a normal life became a living hell as we played seek and hide with some freaking aliens. What a plot twist, bro. 

On Thursday, I made a peace alliance with Yeosang, not because either of us wanted to, we had to clean the basement with Seonghwa while the others were risking their lives outside looking for some fishy delight; before they left, Hongjoong made us pretty clear that we had to “put our shit together or else…”, we didn’t want to know the or else..., so we established that we had to figure how to stop looking for each other's throats and befriend one more time. Seonghwa was the mediator, so everything went just fine after some cursing, death wishes, some tears and a hug.

The guys came back three hours later, the river was near the abandoned city so the walk would be tedious. By the time they opened the basement door, Yeosang and Seonghwa were having a big discussion about a puppet show they started to put a smile on our faces.  After cleaning, I was worrying sick about everyone not coming home, so Yeosang thought it might be a good distraction. The show included my fluffy cat, Yeosang’s stuffed turtle, Seonghwa's big red Angry Bird character and San’s puppy, Shiber. 

“She has to marry Private Ryan”, Seonghwa grabbed his fluffy bird and placed my cat next to it. Yeosang frowned, grabbed the cat and placed it next to his turtle.

“Ehm, no, she has to marry Larry”.

“No one wants to marry Larry, Yeosang”, Seonghwa spoke as he, once again, took Manny, the cat, and put it aside the animals. I was staring at them the whole time sipping a glass of water in silence because I've already tried to speak and they almost ate me alive. They decided to have “fun” trying to create some kind of bad soap opera, oblivious that the real drama was getting closer and closer. 

“Fuck you, everyone wants to marry Larry, even Private Ryan”, Yeosang looked offended and hugged his turtle as if it was alive, he was trying to calm Larry down by caressing its shell. 

“How could anyone marry him? He’s too slow for this, the cat needs some real man that can fly her away from monsters”, the black haired man logically explained and grinn when he watched me hiding a smile. It seemed that the main characters didn't realize the boys were there, waiting for some answers about the childish show. San looked exhausted thought. Despites the arguments for my kitten marrying the turtle or the bird, San walked to the couch I was sat on, grabbed Shiber and Manny and sat next to me, interrupting the play. 

 “Let’s finish this”, he started, “Manny and Shiber are engaged, I don’t even know why you guys are fighting for. Besides, Private Ryan is gonna be the best man and Larry will be the flower boy, now shut up and let them be happy forever so we can rest on our beds, we're pretty tired and I need silence", San made the kitten and his little dog kissed for a second while he looked dead serious with his knitted eyebrows. Then, his features relaxed when a giggle escaped my lips and I covered my mouth with the back of my hand. San’s eyes stared at me with the edges of his mouth barely up and handed the plushies to me. I let the glass or water aside and hugged them together. Seonghwa gasped and Yeosang just glared at San’s Shiber. San stood up and left the living room with Wooyoung side by side, he had the biggest Joker smile I’ve ever seen and kind of creeped me out. 

The puppet show was over and we had a great dinner with the fishes they hunted. San let me sleep with Shiber as he now was Manny’s husband. What can I say? It was childish but cute. But suddenly, sleeping between Hongjoong and Seonghwa made me shiver, the warmth of the room disappeared slowly as my body lacked from the human contact. When my eyes opened, I was welcomed with pure loneliness and a cold room, I frowned. It was 2:35 AM according to my wristwatch, yet, I still could hear whispers coming from the living room, they were still taking about the trip. I was exhausted from the cleaning so I didn't think too much and closed my eyes one more time. I snuggled with Shiber between my arms the rest of the night. 

Now it was Friday, I spent the entire day inside my room due to cramps, in the end of the world a woman still has to survive that pain. My head was killing me and I hesitated everytime I wanted to go outside for some air or a glass of water; however, Hongjoong and Seonghwa made sure to warned out the guys to be careful when they came around my room to not cause any problem and disturb my susceptible self. I would eat them alive if they try to argue with me in that state. I could also sense that something was going on, or perhaps I was delusional and craving for some sweet, but they kept they guard on when I started to ask about what they were doing or how was the plan. Hongjoong tensed while he put the cup of tea next to the bed and Seonghwa was the first to approach. 

"Did you not sleep here?", I asked after they avoided the previous question. “I think I had another nightmare, you know, about day 1…” 

"We've been talking with the guys about the next move", the raven boy said and smiled. "Don't worry about us, take the rest of the day." 

"Yeosang sends his iPod", Hongjoong handed it with the headphones and kissed my head. "We'll talk later, Ji. You stay here and rest", then, they were gone, leaving me with Yeosang’s shuffle playlist. I didn’t ask anything else, however, a strange feeling inside my chest kept me uneased all day.

On Saturday I was ready to left the room, I was feeling a little bit better than the day before, moreover, the boys were cautious about my movements and talking.   

“Do you need anything, Ji?”, Mingi asked patting my hair with a soft smile on his face. I returned the gesture touching his well-fitted chest and crunch my nose.

“I’m okay, Mingi, it’ll be over soon”, I assured him as he engulfed me in his strong and long arms. 

“I’m happy I didn’t born as a woman.” 

That was all he said before I killed him with my own hands. Well, actually I punched him a little and made him my slave for all day long. Another odd thing was that Jongho finally talked to me, he looked very sad, thought, but it was an improvement. 

“Here are some pills Misuk always asked when she felt bad”, he handed me a little ziploc with five white pills.

“Oh… thank you, Jongho”, I gave him a quick smile and went to the kitchen.

 I stuck to Hongjoong’s side all day since I wanted to be aware of the expedition. Unexpectedly, he was acting weird, he had a certain manner to handle things sometimes and now he was avoiding my gaze, he rather talk about everything but the trip road, he even ordered me to go and paint some animals on the fourth floor after lunch when Yeosang called him to set up some kind of loose ends on the plan. He almost yelled at me when I insisted on helping with the route map, that’s what I’m talking about, that mullet boy never acted like that. I knew I fucked up with Misuk’s murder, yet it increased the continuous torment of the voices inside my head blaming me all over again. I wasn’t ready for him to demonstrate such an attitude about my culpability, thus I stopped and went to my painting room as all the eyes in the place watched my walk of shame. 

On Sunday every racional part of me started to fall apart. I woke up earlier than the boys, it was pretty unusual if I said. I made breakfast for all, some dumplings, fruits and a hella great coffee, maybe I thought it could be some payment to them for bearing my behavior; before anyone could see me, I grabbed my backpack, filled it with a bottle of water, a few dumplings and fruits, a blanket, some sunlight, my gun and Jongho’s pills. 

 I left the basement and went up to the fourth floor of the building, the sun started to rise from the window with its orange light and I smiled at it, I welcomed it with the few energy I had. It felt nostalgic, the quiet floor sometimes could be scary as hell, after all, I was alone in a building where no one would hear my screams from down earth. Moreover, while I put more and more space between the boys and myself, it started to feel like I wasn’t entirely alone, a thread connected us as we became a family after everything we’ve been through. Families fight, families made peace, I just needed a few hours away to understand that I was being skeptical over them hiding things, important things. And I knew we were going on the road the next day, but my chest ached with discomfort and concern due to Hongjoong’s distrust in my capacity to separate my feelings from our main mission: Wonderland. The tables had turned, I was so worry about Jongho being the one affected, but at the end it was only me and my persisting mouth. 

My hands weren’t able to draw a thing, they were rigid, inflexible, unable to even paint a curve. So my feet took me to the rooftop when the sun was finally set up in the sky, saluting with warmth and happiness that I couldn’t feel either. I put some sunlight while I rested on the floor and closed my eyes. The bright light kept my dreams from the shadows as my mind traveled to a parallel world where everything around me glowed, where my body felt loose, like floating through the space in the quietness of the periphery. My chest went up and down as I took deep breaths and a minute later I was fully relaxed, no worries on my minds, no negative thoughts about blood, or death, or sorrow, or guilt...  With every storm, there’s a rainbow somewhere, it just wasn’t raining any time soon. After a minute or two, the slumber won the battle between anxiety and disappointment and I submerged in the glowing sea of hope and dreams that onces were reachable in the impossible now. 

A few hours later, a big shadow blinded the bright sun and made me open my eyes a bit faster than usual, the blurry figure was looking at me from above with a tense jaw and fisting hands.

“How long have you been here?”, the man signed abruptly and my eyebrows knitted.

“What do you mean?”, I raised my back up a little and sat slowly, for a few seconds dizziness invaded my sight and I blinked severely as Hongjoong’s face became visible.

“Did you not see the time, Jiyeong?”, then I looked around. The sky was still light up but little shiny stars started to show up as minutes passed by. How long did I sleep? I was sure my nightmares depravated me without a good rest, but I wasn’t aware of how tired I really was. 

“We thought you’ve left a while ago”, again, he moved his hands harshly and it didn’t matter if we were quiet, his face expressed the anger he was holding inside. 

“Couldn’t you look up in here?”, I got up on my two feet and dust off my clothes. “Even so, why would I leave without you? I was waiting till you had your breakfast to go downstairs and finally began the travel”.

“We already had lunch, Jiyeong, it’s been seven hours…”, I was taken by surprise realizing how much I was off, my skin felt warm due the sun but it didn’t hurt too much. “Don’t do that again, okay? We-… I thought...”, Hongjoong sighed and bit his lip.

“What? That I’ll leave you just because you’re being a dick to me? Nah, I’m too rational to know that we need to stick together no matter what.”

He avoided my eyes one more time and I finally snapped. I approached him, grabbed the collar of his jacket harshly, making him stumbled in his own feet. Anger boiled my blood as my body reacted without warning. My knuckles were white as the strength I put on my hold was too much for myself. Hongjoong’s eyes were wide open and his mouth partly opened startled, we never had an encounter like that before and me being aggressive was never on my mind, yet I couldn’t stand it anymore. 

Suddenly, I let Hongjoong’s jacket go and signed with pure wrath.

“I’m tired of your shit, Hongjoong. All I’m trying to do is help you with the trip and here you are, treating me like I was some kind of girl that is too scared to hear men talk. I’m tired of being left alone. You realized I wasn’t in the basement like a minute ago and don’t try to lie to me”, Hongjoong was perplexed trying to catch up with my fast movements. He raised his hands and I shook my head. “You thought I was inside the bedroom after I cooked your breakfast just because you’re so caught up with the fucking plan that you don’t understand how shitty I felt this week. I know you don’t trust me, but don’t hide value information when we are a fucking team, Hongjoong…”

 I was panting, the thumping of my heart almost scared me, was it that loud? Would the creatures listen to it? Hongjoong’s dumbfounded face was a poem, he just stood there looking right through me and I stood there, letting him. Two minutes later, he signed.

“This is the first time you said Hongjoong too many times instead of Joong, so… I assume I really upset you”, he pressed his hands on his temples, passed it through his hair and stepped closer to hug me tighter than ever. I didn’t return the gesture, not even when I really needed to hold him. When he noticed, he sighed one more time and let me go. 

“I’m so sorry… it’s just that San and I’ve been changing some things we already had planned before the incident with Misuk and we had to arrange things by putting you too much pressure, most of us are against the idea of lending you such demands when Seonghwa is as well going through it…”, his sad eyes showed how anxious he was, he cupped my face with his hands and caressed my cheeks. A ghost smile appeared on my face and made him grin in victory. 

“This is not the first time we’ve faced dead friends or family, Joong. I’m stronger than this, it just happened to bring back old bad memories, that’s all”, I signed and shrugged, not wanting to think about them after my seven hours sleep.

“That’s all…”, he signed in response. He pressed his lips together as he squeezed my shoulders and stepped back. His eyes looked around quickly with a bothered gaze. “What if we talked inside? It’s getting darker and I- we need you safe…”, Hongjoong grabbed the bag on the floor,opened the rooftop’s door for me and extended his hand for me to hold it. 

“Only if you agree to make some of that horrible tea for me before we go…”, I crossed my arms over my chest and stopped a meter away from him. The mullet boy’s grin fainted and he swallowed hard, that made me frowned. But before I could ask, he nodded with a smile, hold my hand and made me follow him to the basement. A cup of tea wasn’t going to stop me from demanding answers, not when I could tell that something was disturbing him; after all, we were ready to leave the place that day and nothing could stop us, at least nothing that I was aware of.

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Masterlist

#ATEEZ #Ateez fanfiction #Ateez imagine #San #Ateez San #Hongjoong #Seonghwa #Mingi #Yunho #Yeosang #Wooyoung #Jongho #A Quiet Place Au #Movie adaptation #adaptation #writing #Angst #Fluff #Ateez Angst #Ateez fluff #San X reader #San Angst #San Fluff #Hongjoong Angst #Hongjoong Fluff

[daddyjugheadjoneschokeme]

Can HE keep up?

Pairing: Asra x reader, Shawn x reader

DO NOT PLAGIARIZE MY WORK.

Summary: When past love and present love come across, who will your heart choose?

Warnings: Bad words, implied smut

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DISCLAIMER: I only own the story.

Asa and I were standing in my old room, while I trying to put my anger aside, Asa was trying to get his shit together. He kept pacing around, his eyes looking anywhere and everywhere, and his breathing was heavy, oh my poor boy.

"Oh my god Asa, babe you need to calm down, you are going to have a heart attack if you keep going like this."

"What is he doing here?"

"Who?" God please, don't bring this up.

"Shawn. I don't even know why you broke up with him in the first place." He looked down at his feet, I could feel him becoming insecure.

"Shawn's mind was somewhere else, his priorities were so different from mine, and in the end, we decided to part ways. And weirdly, while I decided to kick him out of my life my parents didn't want him out of theirs."

"So basically your parents still like him because they think he's amazing and want you to be with him."

"No, no! Look, Shawn's a musician and well, it reminds my dad of his old days when he had a band, and his natural charisma just makes my mom's knees grow weak."

"Yeah well, what I'm provoking on your parents is shame and embarrassment when they know I played a sixteen-year-old who can't masturbate and has a boner when a girl touches his eyebrows." He rolled his eyes looking defeated.

"Hey! Don't you dare insult Otis Milburn, it made me fall in love with you even more."

"Are you serious?"

"Honey, you learned ALL the good stuff you do now from that show."

"What?" He looks puzzled for a second until realization hit him. "Oh wow, really? Did you like that?"

"Mmhm." I giggled while putting my arms around his neck and giving him a peck.

"I still don't understand how that is going to help me get along with your parents."

"I just thought you needed a little more confidence. Besides, I don't care if they like you or not, at the end of the night I'm taking you home."

He fake gasps, " Oh really? And what do plan doing to me when we get home?"

"I have a few ideas." Just as I was going to throw myself at him, the door was opened interrupting us.

Of

Fucking

Course

Shawn.

"Your dad is about to cut his birthday cake, you should probably go downstairs." His eyes were like daggers, and an evil smirk covered his face. Asshole. "By the way, I haven't been in this room for so long, god the memories still remain. YN do you remember the first time I made love to you in this exact place? God, weren't you just beautiful?"

"Yeah, we had to have sex here because you were so broke you couldn't even afford a fucking decent hotel bedroom. Common Asa." I took his hand and made my way to the garden, I had only gotten Asa out his anxiety and now this jerk shows up.

I could see my mom putting the candles in the cake while a bunch of my aunts was around her, great more judges.

"Mom?"

"Oh, sweetie! I'm so glad you could make it!" She gave me a big hug, yes, she smelled like scotch already. "And oh god, who's this gentleman?"

"Mom, this is..."

Asa took her hand and his the back of it "I'm Asa, Asa Butterfield, your daughter's fiance." Pulling out his best and well pronounced British English.

"Well, aren't you charming." My mom's giggled confirmed it, she was delighted. She turned around to chit chat with the rest of my family. While I couldn't really process what had just happened.

"Asa..."

"What? Two can play this game. He might be your ex and your family might like him, but oh baby, I'm going to make them love me." I could see the determination in his face, he took a bottle of beer and chugged it down. "I hope he can keep up because I'm not planning to lose."

He took my hand and dragged him around introducing himself to my relatives.

This night was, indeed, going to be interesting.

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So Show Me (I'll Show You)~ NamJin Social Media AU

Before Jimin could even let out a small whimper, a tall man approached the group. His hands were stuffed into his coat pocket, a coat a doctor would wear. A quiet groan came from Namjoon, making Jin even more confused.

"Kim SeokJin? You're friends with Mr. Min, correct?" The man asked as he gestured at Jin. He man looked rather familiar, but Jin couldn't quite put a face to name at the moment.

"Hello, dad," Namjoon muttered as he shuffled his feet slightly, Namjoon using Jin as to hide himself.

Ohhhhh

Jin sees it now. Now he sees where Namjoon got his height from. His father is fucking huge! He must be like, six foot one or something. Damn, he was good looking too.

"I, uh, yes! That's me!" Jin squeaked out, his cheeks tinted a deep red. He already embarrassed himself in front of his handsome man, let alone the man being Namjoon's father. Jin must be dreaming.

"Come with me, Mr. Min is in room 333."

"Room 333?"

"The paramedics shared a funny story about your friend," Dr. Kim chuckled as Jin groaned quietly. "He said he wanted a room with only three in it. His exact word were, 'If the room has any other number than three, I don't want it. I would rather wait out in the hallway than sit in a room that has a four in it.' So, he got what he wanted."

Jin was covering his face in pure embarrassment as Jimin giggled quietly to himself. The two knew Yoongi's lucky number was the number three, but they didn't know it was that intense. At least it put Jimin in a lighter mood, which was the important thing.

The walk to the room was long and quiet, the group having to go up multiple floors to get to said room. Luckily the room was on floor three, to which Jimin giggled again at the coincidence.

"He really likes the number three. It's his lucky number after all," Jimin said with a fond smile, the smile soon fading after he realized he and Yoongi were technically broken up. This put a frown on Jimin's face, but he quickly covered it up with a convincing smile.

Mr. Kim was quick to notice Jimin's sudden chance of mood and decided to lighten up the atmosphere. He put a hand on Jimin's shoulder and gave it a little squeeze, bringing Jimin's attention to the doctor.

"He was talking about you, Park Jimin. The paramedics were telling him to calm down and that everything was okay. They told him to stay quiet so he could save his energy. He said something like, 'Where is my boyfriend? He's the really cute one. I think he has pink hair? Or is it sandy blond? Wait, we broke up. Oh.. Oh. Fucking God damnnnnn itttttttttttt.' He was quite upset about it too. They said he even got teary eyed about it."

Jimin had to press a hand against his mouth to muffle his giggles and his quiet sobs. He was beyond happy that Yoongi still had feelings for him, but the whole situation had him rattled. He just wanted to hold his lovely boyfriend close and never let go, maybe never leave his side again, but Jimin will just test the waters for now.

"I.. Uh.. How is he?" Jimin asked as he fumbled with his hands, the doctor reaching for the door handle. The doctor didn't even hesitate as he pushed the door open and walked in, the small group following behind close to the doctor. They didn't need words to see how bad Yoongi was.

Half of Yoongi's head was shaved, staples a-lining the once gaping open wound, the staples holding said wound close. His neck was bandaged up, large pillows placed under his back and up, supporting his damaged neck. His shoulder was all bandaged up, the white strips of fabric covering the stitches from the surgery. His right arm was placed in a sling, a black cast covering his wrist to elbow.

What hurt Jimin the most was the fact Yoongi needed help to breath. A long incision covered Yoongi's chest, stitches closing the wound that saved Yoongi from suffocating to death. A punctured lung was something serious and Jimin knew they got him into surgery right away.

"Oh God," Jimin cried softly as he looked to the side, the sight in front of him being too much for him. He was the first to move though. Quietly grabbing a chair, Jimin carefully set the chair down next to Yoongi's bed and sat down. He gently grabbed Yoongi's hand and just held it close, Jimin quietly crying into Yoongi's hand, his emotions going haywire from all the events that had gone down in the last hour.

The doctor handed Jin a clipboard, bowed slightly at the group before taking his leave, shutting the door behind him. That's when everyone let the whole thing sink in. It was going to be a hard few hours, but Jin could deal with it for now.

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"Its already midnight guys, we should get going." Jin looked at the group that crowded the small room. Hoseok and Sangwoo took a chair, Hoseok draped around Sangwoo's lap as he looked at Yoongi with tired eyes.

Taehyung and Jeongguk took the couch, the two cuddling as they looked intently at Yoongi with blank eyes. Jeongguk was sat between Taehyung's legs, Jeongguk playing with the slightly older boy's hands as he yawned softly.

Namjoon sat in the window sill, his feet resting on the back of the couch, his hands pressed up against his chin as he looked at everyones tired eyes. Namjoon wasn't any better off, but he more worried about everyone else than himself at the moment. His eyes shifted over to Jin, his eyes locked in the eldest as he made his way across the room.

Jimin had made himself at home laying next to Yoongi. The nurses and doctors helped Jimin maneuver his way next to Yoongi, allowing Jimin to whisper all kinds of apologies that he could possibly apologize for. He played with the older man's hands, Jimin pressing the top of Yoongi's hand to his lips, leaving him a soft kiss as a apology.

Jin had dark circles forming under his eyes. He had finished all kinds of paper the hospital bombarded Jin with. He voice was quiet, a hush tone he had been talking to the doctors with. He had spent more time talking with doctors than actually with Yoongi, to much of Jin's disliking. Now they had to leave and Jin was just pissy.

"You guys can leave, I'm staying with hyung tonight," Jimin said with a yawn, Jimin nuzzling his face in the crook of Yoongi's neck. He let out a satisfied sigh before adjusting himself, drawing out a low groan from the sleeping man.

Everyone froze as they watched Yoongi bring up his left hand and rub his face, bidding the sleep to go away from his eyes. His eyes fluttered open before he let out a small hiss, the bright lights blinding him significantly. When he finally managed to open his eyes and look at everyone, he groaned.

"Are we having a party or something?" Yoongi barley managed to get the words out before Jimin was all over him, sobbing out his apologies as he hugged him close. Yoongi just wrapped his arm around Jimin's waist and give his back a little pat.

"Don't ever fucking do anything like that again, Min Yoongi," Jimin sobbed as he buried his face in Yoongi's chest. "Don't ever leave my side like that again. Oh my God Yoongi, I thought you fucking died. I don't know what I would do if you fucking died. I don't know if I'd be able to live with myself if you died after a fight. Please, I love you so much and I can't handle losing you because of me."

Jin had covered his mouth with his hand as he watched the scene unfold, Jimin, a sobbing mess and Yoongi, calm and collected comforting him. It was adorable indeed, but the look of pain quickly bled into Yoongi's features.

"Okay, Jiminie. Let's just let go of Yoongi and give him some space to move," Jin chuckled as he plucked Jimin's arms away from Yoongi's body, Yoongi letting out a shaky sigh from the pain all over his body. Jimin was quick to apologize before he curled back into Yoongi.

"Let's all just stay the night tonight. I think it will help Yoongi heal faster." With a annoyed groan from Yoongi and a bark of laughter from Jin, everyone made themselves comfortable. Let's just say everyone slept lighter that night.

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After his terrible accident on the ice, Kim Namjoon must give up his passion for skating and find a new career. Not wanting to give up the cold, but thrilling adventures of winter, he decided to hire himself a snowboarding instructor. Well, he's in luck. By mere coincidence, he is set up with the gold medalist, Kim Seokjin, champion of snowboarding for the last five years. Will these two be able to keep things between them professional, or will one of them slip up at the worlds biggest game?

🏂🏻17/20

#yoonmin #namjin #taekook #jhope #original character #bts angst #angst #bts #bts fluff #anxious #fluffy #ice skating #ice skating au #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #snowboarding #snowboarding au #bts suga

[katerinafeddy-blog]

Nothing Else Matters {Ilya Fedorovich}

Summary: Inspired by Kid Cudi's song "In my dreams". The reader is a part of the vlog squad and used to go to Vernon Hills with David and Ilya.

Note: So this is my first fic here, I've been trying to get a fic done for the past three years lmao. I hope you love this, enjoy xoxo

Attraction is the pull you feel with someone, the need to pay attention to the one that strikes out the most in the room when it's crowded. Think of it as being in a house party. A house party packed with people. Some are dancing, some are drinking and some are having the time of their lives with their friends. And you are also there with your friends having your time of your life. And then a cute stranger passes you and you can't seem to get them out of your mind.

In your case it wasn't a simple stranger. Nor a house party. Nor just an attraction you were feeling.

"You should have said yes to Jim instead of sitting here looking miserable as hell" Dima reported as he sat right next to you handing you a classic red cup filled with beer.

"You are also alone" Being alone at prom is one thing but not being with the person you want to is another.

"Fair enough" Nodding at Dima you let your gaze fall against Ilya again, dancing with his prom date. It would be a dream to be the one in his arms instead of Lauren. A dream... Letting out a deep sigh you took a sip out of your beer and tried to ease your pounding headache "I'm sorry... He didn't tell me he was going to ask...her. Everyone believed it was going to be you"

"Why?" You asked, your gaze now meeting Dima's eyes.

"Because I've never seen two people look at each other the way you two do"

I can think of anything that I've ever needed

School was finished but after prom night, Ilya and Lauren started dating. You wished to go on a trip like you did every summer with him, the boys and Natalie but Lauren had other plans. She did want to go on vacation but she only wanted to go with him alone. She also had a rude way of showing it but of course not in front of Ilya.

"Lauren, every summer we go on a camping trip for a couple of days with the whole squad, you should definitely come along this year!" Natalie requested kindly at her friend's girlfriend but the look on Laurens face was the epitome of mean.

"Me and Ilya are going alone." She replied, her expression remaining the exact same "Period"

"Okay then sure" David pondered poking your shoulder to get a reaction. You shook your head at him and decided to speak up when Alex cut you off.

"Are you sure? It's going to be really fun, we do that every year. We have bonfires, drinks, late night dives-"

"Oh my god what didn't you get, I literally just told you people that I want me and Ilya to go alone. If I wanted you people around me and my boyfriend I would tell you. You may be his friend but you are definitely not mine so stop" She snapped earning a sincere death glare from you. Lauren really had a big mouth. Ever since she was a kid actually and you would gladly put her in her place if Ilya hadn't entered the room.

And as you saw them sitting at David's porch, her on his lap you couldn't help but wonder; could you ever have that with him? Could you ever be able to show your love to him? To get what it feels like to be in his arms? Because you did deserve it according to Natalie. According to everyone. More than Lauren.

It was only when you slept you could truly get a tiny little peak of what it felt like being his. Your dreams were full of his face, full of his voice, his presence, his touch. However they were only just dreams.

Right here in my dreams everything is a-okay I don't worry about anything cause everyday's sunny.

It was 4am of the fifth of July when you received a call from someone you had not expected to call you such late at night. Ilya's name flashed in your screen when you checked the callers ID.

"Y/N/N?"

"Ilya oh my god it's 4am is everything alright?" You questioned flicking the light of the bedside lamp open. Five months ago it would have been normal for him to call you such late but ever since he got a girlfriend it had never occurred.

"I broke up with Lauren" He explained. To be honest it's not like you were going to be sad about it. Lauren had a reputation and she annoying and repulsive. It was no surprise this would happen.

"Oh my god Ilya I'm so sorry..." You pretended. Even though you were happy they broke up, seeing him sad over her would kill you. He deserved someone to love him. "What happened?"

"She said something about you" He took a deep breath and paused. He didn't sound exactly sad, more like frustrated "I realized she was just a bitch. To you and the rest of our friends. Dima also told me about the incident with the camping a couple of days ago. She called you a slut and I swear to god Y/N I had never been this angry my whole life."

" Oh Ilya..." After this you didn't really know what to say. He had been angry at his girlfriend calling you a slut. It sparked a little hope in you but you decided to bottle it up so he could tell you what else happened.

"She also cheated on me." Out of everything this is what angered you the most. This girl really didn't know what the hell she had. You would literally kill for Ilya and her random ass cheated on him? No man was worth cheating over Ilya with.

" What the fuck? SHE cheated on YOU?" You exclaimed putting emphasis on 'She' and 'You'. "This bitch is literally blind Ilya, I swear I'm going to punch her"

He chuckled softly into the phone. Ilya always knew that when you were angry you were acting physical. You always said you were going to hit someone but in reality you'd never even hurt a fly.

"I don't want to talk about her anymore. It isn't worth it" He stated. "I missed you"

"I missed you too Ilya"

You're in my dreams now

Two years later

Life had been really good the past two years. Your career took off and now you were a famous youtuber and a part of David Dobrik's, you childhood friend's vlog squad. Everything was going smoothly and no tragic event had occurred to shake things up.

Currently you were with David, Ilya and Dima in Ilyas company, sitting in his office. It had been a rainy day and you and David were back from LA for a couple of days so you had decided on visiting Ilya and Dima. You missed both of them a lot even though you would see them every other week since you were now able to travel from California to Illinois easily.

"Okay so, you mean to tell me you haven't hooked up with a girl ever since you broke things off with Lauren?" David questioned Ilya as he scoffed. Dima was amused and was ready to crack a joke but Ilya wouldn't let him have it.

"I just don't wanna sleep around with anyone and everyone. Besides I've got someone in mind for a long time" Even though Ilya muttered the last part, it didn't go unnoticed by anyone in the room. Both Dima's and David's heads snapped towards Ilya and they gave him smug smiles.

"And who could the lucky lady be?" You asked with a smile plastered on your face. In your dreams it would be you. You would be the one to be on his mind for this time he mentioned. Yet it would be cliché if he replied 'You'.

" You know her really well. Really really well. Like ever since you can remember yourself"

This is a dream come true, finding the perfect words to sing to you

"You look so beautiful Y/N" Ilya admitted looking at you with such love in his eyes, such admiration. His eyes held the kind of sparkle you see a little kid have when you give them a present for their birthday. Looking back at him, you realized he was more admirable than you ever knew.

A blush crept up to your cheeks as you smiled at him "I really don't but thank you.."

"You've always been the most beautiful woman I've seen. Don't doubt that." It was something about his words that brought tears to your eyes. He of course noticed and wiped them away with his fingers. "Why are you crying?"

"I just didn't expect that, I'm sorry"

"God Y/N/N" He said pulling you into a hug "You are the most beautiful, drunk companion I could ever ask for. Thank you for taking away the vodka when I have too much" Odd words, having nothing to do with what you were talking about but it's what made them special.

"I'm just doing that so I can drink it myself" You whispered into his chest earning a laugh from him "Remember New years eve at the Antonyan's house when you did shots with Dima?"

"Yeah why?"

"I changed your shots with sprite so you would win"

"I think I figured, you were obviously drunk and David told me so" The sound of the door opening made you separate from him, much to your disliking . Todd entered the room and winked at you and Ilya.

"Aw I'm sorry, I'll leave you two lovebirds to continue your make out sess-"

"TODD WE ARE NOT-"

"Whatever sweetheart" He sing-sang before exiting the room making kissing noises.

"Everyone thinks we are dating"

"We are definitely the best non-dating couple in the vlog squad"

"Yes" You marvelled "Yes we are"

Here in my dreams everything turns out dope

Leaving the party was probably the best decision you could take at that moment. It's not that you were too drunk, far from it actually. Partying two nights straight was exhausting even at 22. The loud music was intensifying the pounding in your head and the crowd dancing made you feel a different kind of exhaust.

Ilya felt the same way. He was currently dragging you in your room in David's house. Letting your hand go wouldn't harm nobody nor would you get lost. He just felt safer having you close in a sea full of intoxicated men. Pulling you into the room, he locked the door behind so no drunken couples could ruin your night by making out vigorously in front of you.

"Who's idea was it to have a party tonight out of all days? It's not like we got wasted and got up with killer hungover this morning, we'd have to go through it again tomorrow." You complained throwing yourself in your bed right next Ilya "I've taken so much Advil today I don't think I'll be able to feel pain for a good 10 days total"

" They should hire you to advertise their medicine, I've never seen anyone be so passionate about Advil" He joked and you got up from the bed "Where are you going?"

"I bought neon lights yesterday and I want to try them out. They were like 50$ and I've seen them on Kelsey's room, in pink but I bought them in red" You rambled, looking through the walk-in closet for the box "Found it!"

A good ten minutes after trying to set them up, Ilya decided to look through the instructions and finally you were able to switch them on. The illuminating red vibrant light was mesmerizing. The atmosphere around you had changed completely.

Still with your back facing him as you looked for a charger in your nightstand you carried on conversation. Conversation about love and feelings and soul mates. You knew he was yours.

Turning around to face Ilya you realized he was closer than ever.

The world around you stopped. In this planet its only you and him staring into each other's eyes, and Alex Turner's voice singing I wanna be yours in the background. Your heart was beating in your chest and you were sure he could hear it loud and clear.

The pull between the two of you was undeniable. The tension could be cut with a knife. You felt his breath mingling with yours, he was that close. Your ran your hand up his chest, neck and finally settled on his jaw and then he coudlnt take it no more.

And he's kissing you. Once, twice until you both finally have a taste of each other after years of unspoken feelings and you realize you could never have enough. He's everywhere. Everything is Ilya. He is up your back and over your arms and suddenly he is kissing you harder, deeper with a fervent urgent need you've never known before. The sweetest kind of pain.

His hands travel down you waist to the back of your thighs and he draws you closer, until you are straddling him. And yet he doesn't stop. How could he anyways. Your legs are on either side of his hips and you physically can't get any closer. He loves you and you love him. At this moment no words were in need. You don't need air, you are breathing him. He is giving you life.

And suddenly, everything else is gone, forgotten in the past.

Suddenly Lauren doesn't exist anymore.

And you are not crying in your bedroom over one-sided love.

And none of your friends tease you over your crush.

Because right now Ilya is making love to you with his kisses. His praises to you. His 'I love you's.

And nothing else matters.

#ilya feddy #ilya fedorovich #ilya fedorovich x reader #ilya fedorovich imagine #ilya feddy x reader #ilya feddy imagine #david dobrik #vlog squad #reader #reader insert #vlog squad imagines

[superkatesi]

What Happens in Suffolk Stays in Suffolk

Title: What happens in Suffolk stays in Suffolk // Ed Sheeran Fanfiction, mature content

Authors: @famousconfessions and @superkatesi

Rating: NC-17

Author’s Note: Another chapter of our story with @famousconfessions . Warning: lots of smut and teasing. Enjoy it and leave your feedback.❤️

I actually hated long car rides... but not today. Because for once I wasn't alone. Ed sat right next to me, driving, singing, talking to me and just keeping me entertained on the almost 3 hour- long car ride to his hometown Suffolk. Still, I'd rather stayed on this sofa with him, cuddling and maybe going in for round two, but that had to wait. Of course, he wouldn't miss his dad’s birthday party and I definitely understood that. I loved his family as much as mine so I knew how important parties like these were to him. Plus, we got to catch up on the drive to his parents house. He told me everything about his tour, I told him what happened at home and at my job while he was gone. But right now it was quiet, well, except for Ed humming along the song on the radio and I just watched him. I still couldn't believe that he was back... I was definitely the luckiest girl in the whole world. “Whattt?”, he suddenly asked, looking at me and smiling. “Nothing! Am I not allowed to look at you? I mean, I need to make use of the fact that you're here because that's not all too often”, I teased, sticking my tongue out. “When did you become so cheeky? Looks like you need a good spanking, huh?”, he looked at me for a second before putting his eyes back on the road and I swallowed hard. I knew he was joking but fuck... what a thought. It made me want to jump on him again but, well... bad timing. Probably, I should not think about something like that because we'd spend the weekend at his parents house and we should keep our hands off each other...

We stopped by a nice little coffeeshop in the middle of nowhere. We needed to stretch our legs and get some caffeine after an hour and a half of our trip. “Do you want me to grab something for you, love?”, Ed asked me, while putting on in his dark blue cap and fixing his round glasses. “Maybe a muffin? Honestly, I’m not very hungry”, I answered checking my email. “A muffin?”, I heard a boyish grin in his voice : “You are my little muffin”, he exclaimed and kissed my nose. Ed got off the car and went coffee-hunting. I looked at him while he was going away...: “This man drives me crazy. No matter what...His love is a huge cotton candy cloud and I want to spend my life lying on it ”. I looked in the mirror: “Damn, my dark circles are getting bigger and bigger”. On the one hand, I was hoping to get my beauty sleep at Ed’s parents house, on the other one, I was dying to spend my night teasing this boy’s body and savor our moments. “Get out of the car, kitten. I’ve got something yummy for you”. I didn’t have another option but to leave the car. I saw him holding a bag containing a giant chocolate muffin. I felt like a child back then. Ed was sipping on coffee and I noticed him lighting a cigarette. Though he gave up smoking, when he’s in Suffolk, he dives into the memories of his childhood and teen years, his ups and downs. And a cigarette or two isn’t an exception while staying here. He was staring at the sky, he looked like the happiest human being on Earth. I came up to him and gave him the biggest squeeze in the world. “I love you, Teddy”, I murmured. He smelled like coffee with cinnamon, fresh pastry, tobacco and there was something incredibly attracting about this smell. “I love you too”, he answered, without looking at me but I felt a warm smile in his voice. “It’s time to go. We don’t want to be late and skip all the cocktails, do we?”, he winked at me and headed to the car. “To be honest, I'd rather go back home right now and-”... “Don't say it”, he cut me off, still smiling and I couldn't help but smile back at him. He knew exactly what I wanted to say and now I knew that he felt the exact same way. I wasn't the only one who would've rather stayed on the sofa... or in the bed. Or the shower. Or the bathtub. Or the kitchen table. Anywhere. It didn't matter. But this screamed for some teasing, even if I would torture myself with it. It was just so much fun. I shrugged my shoulders, tried to look as innocent as I possibly could, before I got back in the car. We had another 1 1/2 hours in front of us and I was kinda glad about that, because that meant another 1 1/2 hours of having Ed all to myself. I knew I had to share him with his family once we'd arrive and that was fine, but... at the same time I didn't want to share him. This boy drove me crazy and being away from him had made it even worse.

“By the way... will Ellie be there?”, Ellie was his great cousin, I think, and I didn't like her at all, because all she did was trying to get her hands on him and I was having none of that. I was fine sharing him with his parents, but not with that bod. “Huh? Don't know, love, why?”, god he was so oblivious. Maybe it was because he didn't consider himself attractive, so most of the time he didn't notice when someone was flirting with him, but I saw her intentions from the moment I've met her. “Nevermind”, maybe she wasn't even invited and wouldn't be a problem. At least, I hoped so.

The rest of the drive was uneventful, we just talked some more and it was getting harder and harder not to touch him. When we finally pulled up on the driveway of his parents house I couldn't help but pull him in for a passionate kiss, as soon as he parked the car. In an instant, I felt his hands on my thigh and the other one on my neck, pulling me closer to him. Fuck, this kiss made me feel things and got my body to go crazy again, but then he let go of me. He licked his lips, smiling, before saying: “We should really get in, baby girl. Think about the cocktails”, he winked at me and I was once again shaking my head at his teasing self. Right now I didn't care about fucking cocktails at all, but we needed to be responsible adults. I sighed, taking a deep breath, before getting out of the car... and a second later the family reunion began.

We entered the house in which Ed’s grown up. There was definitely something nostalgic about it. His parents are the sweetest and the most supportive people in the world. His mum was making last preparations in the kitchen, dad was talking to Matt, but the majority of the guests were already in the garden. “Hey mate, I was hoping that you got lost somewhere, so I can get all the beer”, Matt giggled and pulled Ed in for a hug. “Not this time, mug”, Ed chuckled and pinched Matt’s arm slightly. We talked altogether for a while but it was the moment to go, everybody was dying to get this party started . It was the coziest dinner in the world. We spent that evening talking, drinking, dancing and singing. When it got dark Ed turned on the garden lights and it seemed as if we were surrounded by hundreds of fireflies. Everybody was so chill and talkative. After finishing my wild dance to “Happy” by Pharrell with one of his aunties, I got another cocktail and jumped on Ed’s lap. “Are you having fun, babe?”, he smiled and wrapped his hands around my waist. Instead of answering I started wiggling my hips along the beat of a new song. “Someone is getting naughty tonight, huh?”, he whispered in my ear. At that moment I felt his hands travelling from my waist to my hips and thighs. All the guests were so engrossed into the celebration that no one paid attention to our little game. My hips kept making these delicious movements that couldn’t left him indifferent. I started feeling his growing interest through his denim and the fabric of my summer floral dress. “Want to run away with you, love”, he kept murmuring. But I had a plan, I took something from the pocket of my dress and hid it in the chest pocket of his plaid. He looked at me puzzled but without uttering a single word I jumped from his lap and went straight forward to the greenhouse. I few seconds later I heard his steps following me. “Smart boy, he got the signal and probably found my panties in his pocket”, I thought to myself.

“I've been gone for to long, haven't I?”, I heard his voice and biting my lip I turned around to face him. I couldn't hide the cheeky smile that spread across my face but that was gone the second I saw him standing there. He looked serious, but I saw that glow in his eyes that told me he wasn't angry or anything... but he was definitely into playing along to that game I've started. My panties were in his hand, hanging from his fingers and now he couldn't help but smile. “I think you've lost something... but I guess you don't want them back, do you, love?”, his raspy voice gave me goosebumps and it made me want to rip his clothes off right now. But instead, I shook my head and watched as he shoved the fabric in the back pocket of his jeans. “Good! So, are you gonna be a good girl, now?”, he asked, taking a few steps towards me. He now stood right in front of me, I could feel the warmth of his body, my back squeezed into the work bench behind me... but he didn't touch me and that really drove me crazy. I just stood there, looking into his deep blue eyes, taking steady breaths... when he suddenly grabbed me and turned me around. I gasped, because I didn't expect that to happen which turned into a loud moan, when I felt him press into me. There was way too much fabric between us but it was enough to make me want more. My hands grabbed the work bench for support, as he moved against me, his hands finding their way under my dress, up my thighs and finally between my legs. For a second I thought I'd drop to my knees, because they sure felt like jelly. I was weak, he was my fucking kryptonite. “Ohh, Teddy”, was all I could get out, leaning into him. My heart was pounding in my chest, my body felt like it was electrified as his fingers found my soft spot. It just felt so good that I completely lost myself in the sensation when he suddenly stopped. He pressed a kiss to my cheek, whispered: “Later, babe” into my ear and stepped away. My gaze met his, he winked at me and then left the greenhouse. He did NOT just do that.

He left me standing there with my aching body. That second, when he touched the right button .... I wanted him to put these amazing fingers deep inside of me and fuck me to death. I wanted to scream and see fireworks in front of my eyes. But there I was, standing all alone. That’s not fucking right. I was going to make him beg for mercy. I went back to the dance floor. Ed was bouncing to his favorite songs and rapping along. What a look...Teddy was all sweaty with chest hair peaking through his flannel, his curls plastered to his forehead. I wanted to ride him so badly, I wanted to inhale his boyish smell and give him the most passionate kiss on Earth. I felt like my juices were running down my thighs cause I was still with no panties and craving for more. I started dancing and with every movement I got closer to him, my eyes met his and I gave him the most sensual look I was able to. “Hi, Teddy”, I can recognize that voice from thousands.. it was his cousin — Ellie. I didn’t like her much and it was mutual. She put her filthy arms around his neck and started moving her body along. What the fuck was going on?? I couldn’t stand it and went for another drink. It was intolerable for me to watch someone putting their hands on my man. I was ready to burn this town. But I had something more interesting in mind.

Who the fuck did she think she was? She knew that we were together but she didn’t seem to respect that at all. I didn’t have anything against other girls talking to him. Not at all. But I couldn’t stand it when they were all over him, touching him, thinking they could really get anywhere. I trusted Ed completely, but I didn’t trust these girls, especially not Ellie. Ed and I have been together for three years and she didn’t give up until now.

I bit my lip, chugging down another shot of Tequila and watching how her hands were trailing down his chest, her hips moving against his and I felt a tight knot in my stomach. She made me furious. And why the fuck didn’t he push her away? Why did he let her do that? I was fucking jealous and maybe that’s exactly what he wanted... or maybe he was just too drunk to realize what she was doing to him.

I grabbed another drink from the table, a glass of vodka-red bull, and made my way to the dance floor. It was still full, Suffolk people knew how to party, so I used the situation and pretended to be pushed when I got to Ellie and Ed. I dumped my drink all over Ellies shirt and started acting as if I was really sorry. “Ellie! Oh my god, I’m sooo sorry. Someone pushed me. Oh that gorgeous shirt is probably ruined now”, I cooed, pushing her away from him. “You should probably try to wash up and keep your hands off my man”, I wasn’t that friendly anymore now.

I’m an independent woman. I respected other girls but this time was completely different. And Ed, where was he looking at? He was ready to let this girl kiss him or whatever... I didn’t understand it! There were several waves of anger...I couldn’t stand it anymore and I decided to leave. I grabbed one of Ed’s cigarettes and one more shot of tequila. I went infront of the greenhouse where a couple of minutes ago we were ready to eat each other. I’m weak, I burst into tears. If he behaved like this in front of me, what was going on during the tour, after his gigs, when there were thousands of girls ready to do everything he wanted. Am I selfish? Am I possessive? Tear drops were rolling down my cheeks, I hated smoking but I wanted to harm myself.. I’m so pathetic... It was the end. I didn’t want to start a fight with Ellie or Ed. I was ready to leave. “I’m sorry”, he was standing there with his head down. I didn’t answer. I’ve turned away. “I couldn’t live like this. That’s enough, Ed. I’m done.”, I was devastated but trying to stay calm. “Darling, it was just a moment. Nothing like this has ever happened before. Do you want me to leave you? One word and I’ll do it without any hesitation”. I heard his voice trembling. I looked at him...it was dark but I swear, I saw tears in his eyes, his face was distorted with pain. “Yeah, just fuck off!”, I hissed at him but to be honest... I didn’t really mean it. Yes, I was mad at him but I didn’t want him to leave, especially since I could see that he cared about what happened. Maybe I overreacted. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the fact that I still missed him, even though he was here. God, I was so fucking childish. But I was so in love. “Okay...No! No, you know what? God, I just hate that fucking skank! And it just... I can't stand seeing her all over you like that. I'm not trying to be the annoying, jealous girlfriend here, really... but it was too much”, I said, wiping a tear from my cheek, as I looked at him. I felt bad seeing him like that, I hated to see him unhappy or sad and I was kinda surprised that this right here hit him like that. “I'm sorry. I didn't think. I... I promise it's not like that on tour. I'm hardly ever partying and even if I am, you know, I'm with my mates and there's just one thing on my mind. You. I swear!”, I believed him. I really did, but the images of him with Ellie didn't want to leave me. “I'm stupid and drunk and I know I don't deserve you. I mean... look at me...” Wait... what? I suddenly felt like a piece of shit for making a scene like that. Of course, he should've made clear that Ellie crossed a line, but he was drunk and I knew he didn't do that to hurt me. Not intentionally. “Stop! God, I'm an idiot", I sighed and walked up to him, taking his face in my hands. My thumbs brushed his cheeks and for a moment I just looked into his eyes. “Don't ever say that again, okay? It's not true. You're beautiful, inside and out... I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

I felt like a moron at that moment...but his tears...It was impossible to resist his lips. It was the purest pleasure. I bit his upper lip and tasted his tongue. I felt his regret on my lips. I know that he’s not like this, he’s my one and only. I’m ready to catch a grenade for him, I’m ready to do anything in the world for him. This sweet, indulging kiss lasted forever. Suddenly, I felt his hand grabbing one of my ass cheeks shyly. I moaned a bit encouraging him to go for it. All of the worries were gone. My fingers were playing with his scruff and his delicious curls. One sec and I’m up in the air wrapping my legs around his torso. His fingers were kneading my flesh and I was ready to dissolve in him. “Wait, love”, he said impatiently, : “We need to hide somewhere”, his voice sounded so raspy and sexy. He put me on the ground and we went to a bench in the darkest corner of the garden. I heard my heart beating and there was a feeling of excitement and sin. Suddenly, I found myself sitting on him. Somehow he managed to lower his jeans and started stroking his sweet cock. “Come on, love. We don’t want to be exposed , do we?”, he smirked and licked his pinkish lips. “I couldn't care less... let them see us, I don't care. Maybe Ellie will come to watch, so she can finally understand that you belong to me”, I mumbled, with a cheeky grin on my lips. As long as his parents wouldn't see what we were about to do here, I was totally okay with it. I watched him for a second, jerking himself off and fuck, that sight was extremely hot. It was mesmerizing seeing him touching himself, the way he grabbed his cock, the way he closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure. But then I stopped him because I was dying to make him feel good now. Maybe I wanted to make it up to him that I flipped out earlier... and I just needed to touch him. I replaced my hand with his, trailing my fingertips and nails down his length, before I kissed his lips. My thumb flicked over his shaft as I heard him moan into our passionate kiss. There just wasn't anything better than to make him feel this way... My lips soon found their way to his neck and I started to unbutton his plaid, my lips following my fingers, down his torso and I stopped right before his twitching cock. Hmm... it's been way too long since the last time I got a taste of that. I kissed my way around it, until I finally twirled my tongue around the top. He took a sharp breath and I felt him tense up, but that didn't stop me. I looked up at him as I licked his delicious length from the bottom all the way to the top, before taking him in completely, eagerly sucking his cock. I was starving. I needed to feel his plush head with a drop of precum and his shaft with intertwined veins in my mouth. I missed it.. I missed his deep moans, his tensed muscles and his hands in my hair. I was bobbing my head up and down, there was no way back. I heard music and people singing along but I heard Ed’s throaty groaning, as well. I put my fingers round this magic tool and started tugging it while kissing the most sensitive part of his body. “I’m close..ahhh..love..”, his words echoed in my ears. Honestly, I’d like to let this boy release and feel his body twitching but... I didn’t forget about him teasing me with his fingers. So I stopped, gave him the most fuckable look, fixed my dress and went to the house. Dear God, I hope, you forgive my mean soul. Later on, I was going to take this man to heaven but right now he deserved a lesson. Amen. I turned and beckoned him. It was time to finish this party and to finish my ginger boy off.

I felt kinda bad to play with him like that but he had it coming. He knew I would get my revenge when he left me in that fucking greenhouse... I looked back again, seeing him get up as I walked into the house. It was quiet, everyone was partying outside and I took my time climbing up the stairs, looking at the photos on the wall. There were a lot of family photos, Ed's parents, his brother, him as a kid and as a teen, the whole family together, the two brothers... there were also a few pictures of him on stage or holding different awards. I couldn't help but smile and feel proud of my boy, he was so talented and although he was so successful he was still a normal guy. Well... he was a fucking tease, but I could handle that.

I ended up in his room, which made me smile because the walls were still painted in a bright orange and the scribblings were also still there. It seemed like his parents didn't want to erase those memories and it was kinda cute. "Cute" was also the right word to describe the tiny bed, but hey, I loved to cuddle up to my boyfriend, so, sleeping in there shouldn't be a problem. If we would sleep at all... “There you are”, I heard a deep voice behind me and a second later I felt his presence behind me. I could feel his warm breath on my skin and it made me shiver. But I wasn't going to cave in just now and let him take the lead again. I still wasn't done. “Can we end this fucking game now?”, he sounded so impatient and I loved it. I chuckled, turned around to him and pushed him to the bed, where he laid down. He had his jeans back on and I could tell that it probably must've been painful for him... you could see that bulge from a mile away. “Why? I like playing with you. It's fun, innit?”, I shrugged my shoulders, before climbing on top of him, instantly starting to grind against him, because even I could barely take this anymore. I just wanted him to fuck me senseless.

“Fuck, no, it's not”, he hissed as he put his hands on my thighs, pulling up my dress and moving against me. “I can't take it anymore, love. I wanted to fuck you again since we got in my car. And then you started this thing and... for fucks sake”, he stopped his movements, grabbed me and all of a sudden we were standing again, in the same position as earlier in the greenhouse. He didn't even take the time to take off my dress or his clothes, I just heard him nestling on his belt and a second later I felt him inside of me. I gasped for air and a loud moan escaped my lips, as I held onto the bedsheets. This was pretty unexpected, but oh so good. “I’m going to get you off this time, love.. You’re gonna come so hard on this thirsty cock...”, he said in-between his heavy breathes. “I knew that you’d love this lil game.. you.. Sheeran”, I articulated while trying to keep our eye contact. “I bet, you still have my panties in your pocket, huh?”, I smirked at him and at that moment I felt his rock-hard cock hitting my most desperate wall. I couldn’t talk anymore, my speech turned into one deep moan. “They are, love, they are... ahhhh...”, he moaned when I tightened my pussy around him. “Teddy, I want you to come inside of me, want it to run down my thighs... want to feel you releasing in this wet girl”, I was bitting on his shoulder in order not to scream and I knew that these words would drive him wild. I was literally in the air, only his hands and his pleasure tool held me at the moment. I was about to crumble into thousands of pieces when I felt him stopped moving and just stood like this inside of me. I started contracting my walls and this pleasure of him stretching me out and not making a single move made me twisting as if I was on fire. “That’s my girl....Let your puss feel it...contract and relax... contract and relax...”, he kept giving me instructions while kissing my jaw line. I obeyed and began following his words. There was something incredibly hot about it. I knew that I wouldn’t last long. My muscles started tightening without any effort and I felt it coming. It was like a tsunami, there was just a black hole of sheer pleasure, I even heard myself moaning, bouncing and trembling on his throbbing flesh. Somewhere faraway, on the other side of this fuck road I heard his moan: “I can’t hold anymore, kitten...Gonna explode...deep... in this tight puss...”. His twitching cock brought me to another level of heaven-like pleasure and I melted in his arms.

I was glad he held me, because otherwise I'd probably dropped to the floor. My knees were made of jelly once again, especially when I heard his deep growl, that told me he was right there... at the same tame I felt his hot seed inside of me. It made me moan once again and my eyes fell shut, my head dropped to his shoulder, as he made a few last, deep, lazy thrusts. I flinched because it was so intense and I had the feeling that I was more sensitive because of all the teasing that had happened before. “You're amazing, love”, his voice was so quiet and soft and full of love that I feared my heart would explode any second. I couldn't be mad at him for long and today proofed that again. I just smiled at him, as he made me lie down on the bed. A second later he was beside me, pulling me in for a hug. My back was pressed to his chest and I could feel his heart race. He placed a few kisses on my neck and my shoulder and suddenly his hands were between my legs again, his fingers rubbing small, slow circles around my clit. I quivered again and started whimpering because it was almost more than I could take. “I hope no one heard us... otherwise it's gonna be quite awkward at the breakfast table tomorrow”, he mumbled, not stopping the movement of his fingers. “I bet, you could still keep going, huh?”, I was already panting again, moving against his hand to get some more friction. “I guess that's a yes”. “I... I don't trust... you anymore”, I managed to get out, because after all of this today I wouldn't have been surprised if he would've stopped any second again to leave me high and dry. But right now I didn’t see any danger of him leaving me. So I arched my back and spread my legs wider in order he could reach all of the folds and enjoy this messy view. “Love, you look so beautiful right now”, he whispered underneath his breath. I smiled while pushing my pelvis to meet his fingers again. This man knows how to act. These little circles turned into pressing my push button and sliding two fingers deep down inside. He took his time, he enjoyed himself. His fingers are well trained and he knows how play with my overheated body. I was watching him...his lips parted, his eyes fixed on the fingers going all the way down. I felt my lower belly clenching: “Teddy, I want it faster and... can you add another finger?”, I murmured. “Of course, baby girl”, he cooed. Now I was sure that he wouldn’t leave me here all by myself. He started increasing his pace and kissing my thighs. Right now I was on the edge and just couldn’t but keep moaning and ride this wave. “I get you, love...Want you to come so bad”, he said softly. I fell to pieces all over his fingers, I was lying senseless on his old bed. He licked his fingers with a look full of satisfaction and pride: “You’re my sweet girl. I love you ”. “I love you, Teddy”, I answered rubbing my eyes and yawning. It was a long day full of adventures.

#ed sheeran #teddy sheeran #smut #ed sheeran smut #nc-17

[lupine-princess]

I NEED THIS STORY!!! I can SEE it!!

Prologue would be during the battle.

Then the rest is Eighth Year for our favorites, and the, now former, 1st years' Second Year, and how that goes for everyone. And they all make McGonagall SO proud (a bit crazy and frustrated at times, but proud nonetheless). And the younger kids couldn't give less of a crap about House prejudices. They KNOW who these Slytherins are. They've SEEN it. And they make sure everyone else knows, too.

When other (older) students try to start shit with "their" Slytherins, they are just NOT having it. And slowly, things change.

-Ron catches a Bat-Bogey hex and a surprisingly vicious verbal tongue-lashing from a little 2nd year Hufflepuff girl for making fun of Pansy, who had held her while she cried and tried to help calm her down during that awful night, even though the girl could feel Pansy shaking with her own fear.

The girl doesn't care that Ron might be a hero to everyone else. To her, the REAL hero of that night is Pansy and the other Slytherins, who did their level best to keep them safe and sane, all while the rest of the world was busy condemning them without actually knowing anything about them.

She saw how they didn't care about blood or politics in those moments. They saw scared kids who needed protection, and by Salazar, they were going to do it, or die trying. Even if it meant fighting against friends and family. Or hearing loved ones die and doing nothing, in favor of protecting "their" kids.

That little Hufflepuff shows the loyalty her House is famous for, defending one who earned that loyalty, and the girl's love, even if means going toe to toe against a War Hero six years her senior, and at least three times her size. Badgers don't back down, and neither will she. And when all is said and done that girl takes her detention with a smile, hugs a shocked Pansy, telling her she will see her at dinner, and skips off (though not before shooting a somewhat terrifying glare at a whimpering Ron) leaving everyone's jaws firmly on the floor and Ron himself, still cradling his nose, is impressed.

Ginny feels a swell of pride at the girl's hexing ability, and offers to teach her more if she wants. She does. Ron learns very quickly to think before he speaks, after word gets out about the little club that is formed shortly there after.

He starts to understand the world a bit better, gets his temper under control, and begins the slow and necessarily painful process of growing up.

-Hermione learns to heal, forgive, move on, and live again by watching these plucky little kids (practically babies she thinks) who flatly refuse to sit at their own house tables no matter the looks they get from people in the older kids in their own houses, and the disapproval of the Professors.

Because the table hoping is so prevalent, and at every meal (the kids taking turns so as not to overflow the Slytherin table and everyone can sit comfortably) the Professors are at a loss as to what to do. They can't keep taking points or no one will have any, and the responses are steadily becoming less polite. One Gryffindor 3rd year boy even looks Headmistress McGonagall right in the eye and tells her, quite firmly, "No," when she asks him to move back to the Table of the Red and the Gold. It is all she can do to keep the proud grin from showing on her face, and ruining the stern deduction of House Points for disrespect. He also takea his detention with a smile, but it isn't a terribly harsh detention, because McGonagall just can't bring herself to make it so. He gets 100 lines of "I will try to keep the 'Fuck You' off my face when addressing the faculty." EVERYONE, even the other Professors, find it hilarious, and they finally give up on herding the children back to their own tables.

Hermione starts to stick up for these little rebels, and won't hear a bad word against them. She eventually joins them at the Slytherin table, much to the Slytherins' surprise, and, to her own astonishment, she actually makes friends among them. This causes her to encourage others to at least try as well. Its slow going, but eventually she prevails.

Her study habits, time tables, and Slytherin tendencies are praised and even encouraged, and soon, civilized, though spirited, debates reign during lunch (they are quickly and unanimously outlawed during breakfast and dinner by everyone except Hermione and her favorite debate partner). She learns so much that never even occured to her about the Wizarding World, and the way it works. True, she wants to change some things, many woefully outdated, but at least she understands them now, and can be more effective in her efforts.

She also finds love among the serpents, with one who does not deride her intelligence and drive, and will actively support her, and work with her to help her achieve her goals, even if they don't always agree with the exact method of attaining those goals.

After much grumbling and foot stomping, Ron grows up enough to see that they were not well matched as anything other than friends, and happily remains by her side, as her friend. Though he maintains that he still doesn't like her chosen snake, and never will. Actions, however, speak louder than words.

-Harry realizes that there are all kinds of bravery, and that things done or said in fear do not necessarily define a person.

He finally makes peace with the idea of the Sorting Hat wanting to out him into Slytherin at first, and acknowledges that, no, it wasn't just that piece of Voldemort's soul that caused it, and there is not a thing wrong with that. He may be a true Gryffindor, but he'll always have a little bit of green in this soul to go with all that red.

He learns to see more easily from different perspectives, and realizes that just because someone fights for good, doesn't necessarily make them a good person. He comes to grips with his own past and the fact that not everything was how it always appeared. He finally manages to truly forgive Dumbledore, and let go of anger he didn't even know he had.

He, too, finds friends in the House under the Lake, and learns things about the Wizarding World that, by all rights, he should have grown up being taught. He uses that knowledge to work to change things even further, and to also give Ginny a proposal that makes her cry. She hexes him for the crying bit, but she does reverses it quickly. But only because she loves him. No one can remember laughing that hard or that long in a very long time, and McGonagall, watching from the Head Table, discreetly wipes a tear from her eye.

Thanks to the wartime actions of the untrusted, segregated Slytherins, and the gratitude, loyalty, and love of the "little kids" they protected as a House, Hogwarts is swept clean of the darkness that tried to dismantle her. They breathe in new life and new hope to the castle, and later the World with the friendship and relationships they help to grow. Because of them, the House of Slytherin becomes looked up to, and respected once again, and no one equates it with the Dark Arts and evil any more.

The Wizarding World heals, and is a better places because of them.

#no i don't like dumbledore much #also not crazy about ron #but at least ron can change #ron/hermione is my notp #sorry not sorry #harry potter #harry #hermione #ron #hermione granger #ron weasley #ginny weasley #ginny #minerva mcgonagall #professor mcgonagall #mcgonagall #slytherin #hufflepuff #gryffindor #ravenclaw #hogwarts #house unity #eighth year #healing #growing #living #loving #tiny badasses #not my gif #so its super long

[iraniq]

Imagine... The Sagittarius effect

You just woke up! It was 8:40 on your birthday. The exact time you were born. You got up. There was a flight to Italy for you to take! To surprise your sweet bff for his birthday tomorrow!

You met like 3 years ago when you were on a trip to Italy. You were in desperate need of food, you hardly spoke Italian, and the boy in the shop barely knew the existance of English. Not to mention your mother tongue. You were starving struggling to explain you needed food. And then, from the nothing he appeared. He asked if you were needing help, his English was a lot "broken" but you manage to explain you were there for food. He handled the situation even paid for your food. As a thank you he insisted on your company for his walk. You spend like 5 hours walking and talking. Using Google Translate to manage to communicate quite often, but it was fun. In the afternoon, when people came out on the streets and weird glances were given your way, you excuse yourself for your poor look, but he explained he was the reason for the attention. He happened to be famous. A designer. Fashion worker, so to say, to be precise, part of the Gucci guild. Yeah... Same "Gucci" famous shit you couldn't stand. Because you are Sagittarius, and this means nothing to people who doesn't know any; but for those who do.... It ment painfull honestly. You throw your opinion at him. Not quite knowing what will come out of your mouth. But at the end he was thrilled and flattered by your honesty. The next day he took you to all the cool places, having the privilege to be let in, in not to mainstream places, because you were with him.

After this your friendship grew more elaborate. You used to call each other, write at least once a day. You become each other's beamsties!

That was the reason you wanted to surprise him, arranging everything with his assistants. You landed at 3 in the afternoon, and the preparations started. Lately he was beyond busy. He only asked for "when and where" upon his meetings. And his alone time in the car while traveling to the needed place was his only free time.

He was supposed to stop at a fresh bar, to grab a juice. As it was still your birthday, he stopped by to grab a drink - beet root fresh juice. He hated that shit, but it reminded him of you, so it was his way of celebrating. He just paid for his drink, and tastes it. On the reflection in the glass you could see his disgusted face, he really hated this. He was about to turn around when you poked him. He jumped and when he saw you he started screaming, so did you. As your people, Italians, Spainis and Frenchmen were famous with the warmest greetings, you just hugged each other and started jumping like retards. You exchanged "Italian greeting" kisses. He informed you he was already late for dinner meeting, but after this he was all yours. You laughed saying you are his dinner meeting, thanks to his assistants. He was so happy, you could swear there were tears in his eyes.

You got in the car and the driver was pointlessly driving in the city. Rome was amazing at this time if the year. You congratulate him on the "no animal furr" initiative. You were so proud. He kissed your hand and said his bffs inspired him to do so.

You had a lovely dinner and took a last walk before going home. He had to share his excitement with the world, without letting them know the reason, so he just did the most harmless thing.

You arrangend a meeting for tomorrow afternoon, as he was busy even on his own birthday.

You woke up, his place was beyond amazing, although he rarely used it, mostly sleeping in his office. Typical workaholic! The place was a wreck! Both too much and too perfect. The living room was beyond creepy!

All these paintings and picture staring at you. The other room was as full of art as the rest.

You remember the red cushion. He called you for advice in how to make it. It was your favourite piece of the place. Although you had enough time to look it all.

The outside was amazing too. A huge garden for you to wander. You heard some noices.

Oh... Big, fat and mostly fluffy parrots. This was the garden where they took the pictures for "In Bloom". Amazing, was the only word running through your mind. It was all beyond art with him. That was the reason you don't stay with him more than a day or 2. You were too... Simple for his magical world.

There was a huge Gucci bag in the kitchen... It must be for you, since there in no one else there.

As you opened it, there was the most amazing scarf inside. Scarfs were your thing indeed. And Ale knew it. You squealed like little bitch and hugged it. It was made of so gentle material.

You ate, took pictures in the house, the garden, library... His library is a motherfucking piece of art!

You went out, meeting him in his office, you talked, laughed. You gave him his present - silver bracelet with "Sagittarius" constellation.

As it was time for dinner you get down to take a selfie with the "In Bloom" poster.

When outside waiting for the car, you saw him, but he wasn't alone. There was a man with him. Tall and skinny, with a huge beard and icy blue eyes. He smiled when he saw me, and winked at Alessandro.

- So...? - the stranger said.

- Jared, I want to introduce you to my best friend, Angel! - he pointed at you proudly.

- Hi! - I awkwardly waved. He came and hugged me. Who the hell was this. He was talking something with my bff, calling him "his" bff.

- Listen here, boy! - I yelled - Ale is my bff, so better be careful! - I waved my finger at him. He looked at me and simply smiled. As so Ale.

- What? - I asked.

- I knew, Lallo since... A long time ago, actually. I was here this afternoon when you were gossiping in his office, and I am totally blown away by you! - he blinked.

Me and Ale just laughed. He looked hypnotized by my looks, which wasn't something much, but...

We had a dinner reservation in Ale's favourite restaurant. His bff offered me his hand to hold while getting in the car. He spend all night talking to me, asking stuff. I was... Dealing with art. Not that I can call writing stories "art" but still, Ale was amazed. I even red them some of the new ones. The were indeed impressed. We talked Ales's art. It turned out Jared is a musician, we talked music too. At 12:15 we left the restaurant. This Jared person was all brainwashed by me, which I took as a joke at first, but I wasn't that sure right now.

As we got at the car, he sit across if you and kept staring.

- What the fuck in wrong with him?

- He is in love with you, as he was with me as we first met! It's the Sagittarius effect! - Alessandro winked and laughed.

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