#Even when I get enough sleep for like a month straight nothing changes

[ponderingmoonlight]

JJK men with a big-chested reader

Pairings: Nanami x reader; Geto x reader (nsfw); Yuji/Sukuna x reader; Gojo x reader

Word Count: 4,4k (she's big)

Warnings: THIS IS A FIC WITH A BIG-CHESTED READER! so if this triggers you, don't read it (especially in Sukuna's part, you might get triggered when having smaller boobs so just do me a favor and don't read it instead of leaving a sassy comment), boob play in Geto's part so nsfw, in general harassment but big old fluff from your faves, not proofread bc I have my final exam tomorrow - hope you enjoy! 🤍

Special thanks to one of my moots for letting me turn her cleavage into a cover for this fic - you look STUNNING + thank you to everyone who sent me their experiences for this!

Since I'm not big-chested myself, I'm calling all my big boobie girlies to leave me a lil review about this fic - it would literally help me so much 😭

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Nanami Kento

You sigh to yourself, too exhausted to even stand up straight anymore. Today was like a trip to hell and back. All those fucking curses, the death, the horror. You rub your tired eyes, the stinging pain in your back reminding you more than urgently that you have been up for way too long.

“You look tired, darling. Go change and get into bed with me.”

Oh, that deep voice behind you, the voice you learned to love to the moon and back. How did it even happen that a man like Nanami Kento was seeking interest in you? What was it that made a man like him even look your way? You’ve known each other for quite some time, seeing each other on missions from time to time. But when you began to work at Jujutsu High, everything changed so fast that you couldn’t keep up. And now you’re sitting here in his bedroom, watching in awe as he crawls into bed with nothing but his boxer shorts on.

You would love to get out of your uniform right now, But most importantly, you urge to take off that soaking wet bra that has been bugging you since afternoon. You have no choice, though. With a large chest like yours, it simply isn’t possible to leave the house for missions without extra support. You glance at him while he reads in his book, your gaze falling to your chest.

This isn’t exclusively about missions and you know it. Even though you’ve been together for a few months now, you were never brave enough to show Kento your breasts. Not without a bra, let alone completely naked. Just the thought of him seeing how your big breasts fall down when they slip out of their bra shells, the look on his face when he realizes that you don’t look like those large-chested models with their boobs standing like mountains. Yours definitely don’t. And you fucking hate it.

“I know that look on your face. You are uncomfortable, aren’t you?”

His soft voice rips you out of your pondering immediately. Fuck, he caught you again.

“No…I mean…Yes, kinda…”

You can’t lie into his gorgeous face, not even when the truth makes you feel so uncomfortable. Oh, how much you wished you look the way he deserves it with delicious female curves that suit his flawless appearance. But as soon as you look down, you just know how awful your boobs will look when set free. So you’ll do what you do every night: wait until Kento is asleep to finally take off your bra only to set an alarm in the morning to get up before him and put it back on.

“I always wondered why you are waiting until I sleep to take off your bra and put it back on before my alarm goes off.”

You can’t help but stare at him, mind racing while your palms start to get sweaty. Fuck, how did he even notice? No, why did you ever think he wouldn’t? Kento cares about you like none other, never pushed you to take off your shirt, never failed to ask you how you’re feeling.

“Listen, darling.”

He gets off the bed and kneels down in front of the chair you are sitting on, gently taking your hand into his.

“I just want to make sure you feel comfortable around me. Am I the reason that you don’t want to take your bra off? I can see clearly how uncomfortable it makes you feel.”

“No!”, you blurt out immediately.

Calm down your tingling nerves, this is ridiculous. You stare blankly at your hands intertwined with his.

“I mean…It has nothing to do with you, it’s me.”

“How is this about you, love? There is no reason for you to feel uncomfort-“

“I’m afraid.”

You swallow hard. Are you oversharing? Will he laugh at you for something so ridiculous? But what if he sees you naked at some point, his gaze dropping to your chest only to be greeted by your large hanging chest? You can imagine the look of disgust on his face, how he turns away from you, how-

“Hey, look at me darling. Look at me and tell me what’s wrong”

He cups your cheek gently, forces your haunted eyes to look at him, to stare into his orbs filled with sincerity. There is no way out of this, you can’t lie into his gorgeous face.

“When I take my bra of my breasts just…hang. It’s even visible through my t-shirt…”, you mumble, cheeks redder than the devil.

Thick silence hangs between both of you, his gaze still as soft as before. What is going on inside his head? Is he secretly laughing at you, does he even care about what you have to say?

“Let me make a few things clear.”

He lifts himself off the ground and pulls you up. You squint your eyes, mind racing over why on earth he made you stand up. Is he going to leave, to laugh?

“First of all: I love you just the way you are. I love your gorgeous smile, the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you carry yourself. And I love your breasts-“

“You didn’t even see them yet.”

“I don’t have to in order to know that”, he continues.

“Nothing makes me sadder than seeing you uncomfortable each and every night before going to bed. Of course, I don’t know for sure, but I imagine it to be really painful after some time. Isn’t it digging into your skin?”

Oh, you think about the countless times the sweat underneath your bra made you almost go insane, the red streaks that visibly show where the wire cut into your skin all day.

“It kinda is…”, you confirm with low voice.

“Don’t do this to yourself. I adore you just the way you are and I am dying to see you laying comfortably in your t-shirt next to me. So please, would you allow me to take it off for you?”

Your eyes widen in pure shock. Is this a bad joke, is he just teasing you? No, this is Nanami Kento. And the way he gazes at you with nothing but affection gleaming in his eyes tells you that he’s telling the true, that this is what he wants right now. But are you ready to expose yourself like this? What if he’s still disgusted after saying all those nice words?

You let your head fall against his chest, breathe in his delicious scent. A voice deep inside you tells you to stop, to just relax inside his arms. This is the man who chose you out of all people, who stood by your side no matter what. Kento proved more than once that he loves you dearly, never made you feel the slightest bit bad about yourself.

“Go ahead…”, you mutter against his chest.

His hands wander up your back gently, make shivers run down your spine until he reaches the clasp of your bra. Your heart simply stops when he unclips it through the fabric of your shirt. You fade into darkness as soon as his hands wander up to your shoulders, slide down the thick straps and pull down your bra until he finally lands on the floor.

Slowly, he takes a step back and picks it off the ground.

“You will never have to wear this again when you are home with me, okay? Not when it makes you feel so uncomfortable”, he gently speaks out.

You stare in awe while he carefully places your big bra over the chair and returns in an instant to pull you close against his chest.

“Come on, let’s go to sleep.”

“Yeah”, you mumble, body slowly but surely getting flooded by warmth.

“Going to bed sounds good…”

Geto Suguru

You feel hot but at the same time cold, turned on but at the same time scared. This is it, the moment you’ve been waiting for. At this very moment, none other than Suguru Geto is laying on top of you, kissing you so passionately that you forget how to breathe.

What an overwhelming feeling it is to call him your boyfriend for a few months now. Such a kind and loving man, always looking out for you, giving you the time you needed for this to finally happen. You couldn’t believe your own ears when whimpering that you want him, that you are ready.

But are you really ready for showing him that part of your body? The part that began too grow way too early in your life, the part you’ve always got picked on by all the other girls.

“Look, there she is! She looks like a cow ready to milk!”

“That cleavage…She’s literally begging for it, what a bitch.”

“Ew, are those pimples on your tits?”

You know you are better than that, that your big breasts just belong to you and that you should love yourself just the way you are. But with none other than Suguru laying on top of you, his hands slowly but surely coming dangerously close to your breasts…

“Wait”, you breathe out, haunted eyes making Suguru stop in his tracks in an instant.

“Did I do something wrong? If you don’t want to, we don’t-“

“No, this is great. I- … I waited so long for this. But I just wanted to let you know that…”

You swallow hard. Are you acting ridiculous, destroying the moment with your behaviour? Suguru’s chocolate brown orbs don’t show a hint of annoyance. Instead, he gently strokes your hair while waiting for you to move on.

He deserves to know it

“I might not have the nicest boobs. They are big, but not well formed like the ones of those models. I tend to sweat a lot underneath them, my skin breaks out from time to time and my nipples might be-“

“Stop that right now, (y/n).”, Suguru gently interrupts you with a grin.

But it doesn’t look like the grin of the girls who picked on you for years. No, this grin is filled with warmth and loves, fills you with what feels like confidence. After all, he said that he loves you just the way you are over and over, right? Still, he didn’t even see your boobs. What if he changes his mind?

“There is absolutely nothing, and I mean NOTHING about you that isn’t ‘nice’. I don’t care about what the chest of random models looks like, to be honest I don’t care about anyone but you. And you are everything I want, you are everything I see, you are everything I love.”

His words make you tear up in an instant, send your whole body into space. As long as you can remember, no one ever said really nice things about your breasts and therefore you. You were either insulted or sexualized. But that force of a man on top of you…He just looks into your eyes that are filled with nothing but warmth. This man means every word he says.

“Well, that’s cool”, you mutter without even thinking about your words, lost in the sheer sight of his sincere eyes.

There is no one in the world you want to show your boobs more. Like in trance, you pull up the hem of your shirt and let it fall to the floor mindlessly.

“Are you okay with me touching them?”, he purrs against your ear.

A silent whimper escapes your lips while you simply nod, whole body on fire where it touches his. Painfully slow, he lets his hands wander down your hair onto your shoulders, trace the line of your collarbones until he reaches…

Your breasts.

What an unknown feeling. But oh, what a sensation as well. You arch your back out of instinct while he massages your breasts, the feeling of his fingertips against your still skin alone simply driving you insane.

God, who would have thought you’d ever hear Geto Suguru moan against your ear by just looking, touching, squeezing your boobs? His eyes are darkened by lust, the way his heart pounds against his ribcage echoes through your very own body.

“You look absolutely gorgeous. I can’t stop looking at you, (y/n).”

You feel like flying, fainting, losing your balance. There is no doubt in the fact that this man adores you the way you are, that your constant fear of him not liking your large chest was more than unfounded.

“So…you don’t mind the way my breasts look?”, you whimper underneath his bittersweet touch.

“More than that, I adore you”, he replies in an instant. “And now, let me see you in your full glory.”

Yuji/Sukuna

You’re back feels like it might break every minute, shirt dripping in sweat in the sheer heat of the summer sun. You just want to get out of here, away from those disgusting people, back into your dorm. How stupid it was to leave Jujutsu High on your own for a little stroll through the city. Without the protection of Maki or Nobara, without any good friend who shields you from all the unwanted looks your large chest attracts. While most people think it must be a blessing, it definitely is a curse to you 80% of the time.

Just like right now.

“Come on, I just asked for one grab!”, a guy shouts after you.

Out of instinct, you pick up your pace, not even daring to turn around. What did you even do to catch his attention? You gaze down at your breasts that uncomfortably bounce up and down in the way too tight bra you are wearing today. No, you did absolutely nothing wrong. It’s just these disgusting people who seem to see nothing but the size of your chest.

“Why would you want to touch her? She looks like a cow”, the girl next to him comments along with an ugly laugh, making your heart sting in an instant.

“What a slut”, another voice mutters.

“Oh, I didn’t know you are out today! How are you, (y/n)?”

Your heart almost stops inside of your chest, hands beginning to tremble in an instant. No, not him. Not right here when these people are chasing you. If there’s someone you don’t want to hear those things about you, it’s Yuji Itadori.

“J-just…l-leave”, you stutter.

“Huh? But I just met you! Would you like to watch a movie with me?”

“Look, the cow brought her friends!”

“Do you think he’ll get in her pants today?”

“What a lucky bastard, I’d love to touch them just once…”

Yuji’s face drops in an instant when realizing their words are directed towards you.

“Hey, there’s no need to be rude”, he begins but gets stopped by uncontrollable laughter immediately.

You want to die right here on the spot, disappear from the surface of earth. As if being treated like this wasn’t enough, why does it have to be Yuji who witnesses it all?

“Step aside, loser. Let me handle that.”

Sukuna leans forward in his throne, thick anger rising inside of his chest. You, the one who caught his eye when he first saw you. You, with the immense powers. You, with a dangerous mind that could end wars. Who are these people to talk to you in this manner?

“Are you crazy? I definitely won’t let you out right now”, Yuji replies in an instant.

“You aren’t able to help her brat, now get lost!”

“I won’t let you-“

Enough.

“Now who exactly do you losers think you are, huh?”

That voice, that aura? Your mouth feels dry like the desert in an instant, eyes widen in pure shock. No, this is impossible, Yuji is in control over his body, this can’t be-

“With tits like yours, I would be jealous of someone gorgeous like her as well”, he spits at one of the girls following you.

“And you.”

With a swift motion, he grabs on of the guy’s wrists roughly. Just a little more pressure and it will snap.

“P-please. Don’t!”, you shout after him.

Urgh, why does your begging voice make his grip loosen in an instant, what is it about you that made him switch with this brat anyway?

“Were you really just trying to touch her chest? Thinking just because she has a big chest, you are allowed to touch her, to sexualize her, huh? You humans disgust me with your simple desires”, Sukuna continues.

“If it wasn’t for her unshakable character, I would kill every single one of you right on the spot. But for now-“

In the matter of seconds, all their arms hang in unhealthy directions, visibly broken by the sheer force of none other than Ryomen Sukuna.

You want to scream at him, want to run away, want to get away from this place. But on the other hand, a warmth fills your chest. Did the king of curses just stand up for you, protect you from their rude comments?

“Get going”, he barks at you.

“This was unnecessary”, you mumble.

“And give Yuji back.”

“You should be thankful, (y/n). They will worship you for the rest of your life.”

“No, they will be scared of you for the rest of their lives”, you clarify, hands still trembling.

“So what? Nobody gets away with insulting you over your perfect body. Especially not over the size of your chest. How ridiculous…”

You can’t believe your ears, eyes darting towards him in an instant while you turn redder than a tomato. Did he just say that you are…perfect?

“You didn’t mean that”, you breathe out.

“Oh god I’m so sorry (y/n). Did he hurt you?”, the familiar voice of Yuji cries out.

Calm down your tingling nerves, your pounding heart. Sukuna’s gone. Sukuna…stood up for you. Sukuna said you have a perfect body.

What?

“N-No”, you stumble.

How are you supposed to get over this?

Gojo Satoru

Finally. You sit in front of the bar, excited by the smell of alcohol and cheap perfume that hangs in the air. After working your ass off for what felt like an eternity, you decided to use your day off right. You put on the dress that fits you best, packed your purse and went into the first bar you’ve seen.

Damn, when was the last time you were out on your own? With all your friends being out of town for vacation, this definitely is new.

“Not bad”, you mutter to yourself, eyes roaming around people making out, heartfelt laughter and a group of women sipping on their cocktails.

A cocktail, exactly what you need today.

“Hey, I’d love to order something”, you speak out when the waiter finally comes cross you.

What a lucky day, they even have your favourite cocktail in store. You’re usually not the type of girl to go out on yourself, but these last months, you truly learnt how enjoyable time can be with yourself as your only company. You smile to yourself. Yeah, this is definitely something you could get used to.

“There you go”, the friendly male announces and places the glass filled with joy in front of your hungry eyes.

You gift him the sweetest smile you have before taking a sip. Oh, this tastes absolutely amazing.

“I’ve never seen a woman like you alone in a place like this.”

Your heart drops to the floor in an instant, hands holding onto your glass tightly. Ew, a man is certainly the last thing you want to hear right now with the bartender being the only exception. Instead of even looking his way, you just take another sip of your well-mixed cocktail, the music blasting out of the boxes might make him think you can’t hear him and leave.

Honestly, there aren’t many things that creep you out more than men approaching you. Since you’ve reached puberty and your breasts starting to grow bigger and bigger, it almost felt as if you weren’t a person anymore. With rare exceptions here and there, most of them only talked to you because of one thing:

Your boobs.

Is the man sitting next to you one of them?

“Hey, I’m talking to you, gorgeous.”

Your whole body tenses up in an instant, eyes darting towards him by the sound of his harsh voice.

“Excuse me, I’m not up for a talk”, you bite back.

While you did meet genuinely nice men and have some male friends, the one sitting next to you certainly is one of the other categories. God, how much you hate it, being looked down at and reduced to the size of your breasts. You can’t even count how many times you’ve got commented on them, how many men and women just shamelessly stared at your bust instead of your face while talking to you. It’s safe to say you have enough of all of this.

“A woman who presents what she has like that is up for a talk and far more than that. Why would you come here dressed like a slut if you don’t want me to talk to you?”

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, all thoughts vanish into thick air. This disgusting guy with his beard filled with crumbs and breath stinking like the cheapest beer is definitely up for no good. You, dressed like a slut? You wear a basic black dress, the only one your boobs didn’t fall out when trying it on. What the hell is this creep talking about?

“Just because my boobs are big doesn’t mean I’m a slut. Watch how you talk to me”, you bite back.

“I talk however I want to a bitch like you. Are you up to go somewhere more…private?”

The scene that lays itself out in front of Gojo’s eyes is hard to bear. He doesn’t even know the woman in the black dress sitting in front of the bar, let alone the guy sitting next to her. But just one look into your disgusted face is enough to know that something isn’t right. How you cross your arms in front of your chest, your eyes filled with horror, the way you scoop backwards with every word this man says. Are you okay? He shouldn’t let other people’s business bother him. Fuck, wasn’t he here to get his mind off saving everyone all the time? Nah, he should enjoy his evening, drink that new whiskey they offer, just relax and-

You aren’t even able to comprehend what is happening next to you. He stretches out his hand, ready to touch your breasts without consent when another pair of hands stops him mid-air.

“I think the lady said no. Don’t ya think it’s a little over the top to go into a bar and touch a woman’s boobs?”

His voice might sound playful, but your blood freezes inside of your veins by the power he radiates. Just one glance into his face tells you he is like no men you’ve ever met.

“I…She…She said she wanted it to!”, the crumble beard tries to defend himself.

“I said what? Are you out of your fucking mind!? I told you to leave me alone and you harassed me!”, you clarify in harsh tone.

Oh, how much you’d love to break his nose right now, to give him a taste of his own medicine. But the white-haired man seems to have the same plans.

“A guy like you wouldn’t end up with her anyway. That lady has class. And you, my friend, are just a disgusting pervert. Are you touching other women too without consent? Isn’t your first time, huh?”

With a swift motion, he begins to twist the man’s hand around itself. He whines out in pain in an instant, face twisted just like yours before when he talked you down.

“Let me go!”, he cries out in visible discomfort.

“This is what you get for treating a lady so badly. You can be glad she even looked your way.”

When he gifts you a sly grin, you can’t help but blush. What is it about this man that feels so different, so damn inviting? He seems like no other men you’ve met before. And the fact that he just called you lady…Why do your knees suddenly feel weak?

“Now repeat after me: I.am.sorry.for.disrespecting.you.”

“I will not apologize to a girl who’s dressed like a slut!”

A loud crack makes the already muted room go completely silent, the violent scream coming out of this man’s mouth when his wrist breaks like spaghetti echoing through the room.

“Wrong answer”, the white-haired man purrs.

“Hey, would you mind just taking the trash out?”, the barkeeper questions.

“Did you hear that, dirty boy? Let me show you the way!”

“Are you alright? I didn’t even notice he was harassing you. I’m so sorry”, the bartender speaks out towards you.

“Oh, it’s okay.”

You aren’t even able to give him a real answer, eyes glued on the white-haired man who carries your harasser out like trash.

Like in trance you get back on your feet and follow him out into the cool air of the night.

“Have a nice evening!”, he friendly shouts after the man who sprints down the streets like a coward, as fast away as possible.

“You definitely scared the shit out of him”, you comment.

“He definitely deserved it. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m used to shit like that”, you reply with a huff.

“But normally, they aren’t this disgusting.”

“I hate to hear that. You seem like a genuinely badass and nice person. You didn’t deserve his words.”

“Not as nice as my knight in shining armour who stopped him from touching my boobs.”

He lets out a heartfelt laughter, bright blue orbs set on you.

“Hey, what about me escorting you back home? I’m totally in the mood to beat up any other men who gets in your way.”

“Only if you let me join, though”, you challenge him.

“Definitely a deal. Hey, what’s your name?”

“(y/n)”

“(y/n), huh? Cool name, suits you right? My name’s Gojo Satoru. Nice to meet you.”

He stretches out his hand in front of you, inviting you to take it. You can’t help but smile at his sheer excitement. No, you just have to take his warm hand into yours and shake it.

“Let’s get you home, okay?”

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So Where Do I Start?

Pairing: Eris x F-Reader | Rating: E 🌶️| Eris POV

Word count: 2256 | one-shot | Read on Ao3

Summary: You aren’t fully comfortable with your post baby body and Eris is not having it.

CW: an off screen baby, post baby body, insecurities, sex

A/N: I’ve never had a baby but I do have body issues 😂 there is also a part where Eris thinks about how much he basically missed the intimacy- don’t misconstrue it as him needing sex. I worried when I wrote that. If enough ppl like it I’ll post it on ao3 🫣 I put it on ao3

No tag list for this one cause I don’t want to subject ppl to baby content if they don’t want it 🫣

Eris had been flirting with you all day. You’d asked around lunch what had gotten into him and honestly he didn’t have an answer. Maybe it was the fact you’d both gotten decent sleep, your babe finally being at a point where they could sleep through the night. Maybe it was the fact things had slowed down for him, having finally caught up with paperwork and meetings now that he’d returned to focusing on high lord duties after the weeks spent helping with the baby.

Or maybe he just loved you. Which was nothing new.

Of course when you both got into bed, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Soft kisses deepened and he pushed up your nightshirt, determined to pull it off but you shoved at his hand. He pulled away immediately, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“Do you want me to stop?” He whispered. Gods, it felt like it might kill him but he’d do it.

“No.” You didn’t look him in the eyes. “I just, I don’t want,” your voice trailed.

“That’s not exactly reassuring.”

Your gaze met his. You frowned at him. He frowned back. He tried to think of what was bothering you. It had been a few months. Recovery from birth was one of the longer healing processes even in high fae. It was highly possible you weren’t ready despite Edith stating you’d healed up perfectly a month ago. Just because you were cleared didn’t mean you were ready.

“I can wait,” he added. “I am more than happy just keep kissing you.”

“No.” Your eyes widened. “No, I want you. I do. I just. Maybe just leave my shirt on?”

He frowned again. “My love, we talked about this.”

And you both had. He noticed immediately when you started staring too long in the mirror and when you changed up your style of clothing. It took him weeks to convince you to bath with him again, to let him see you fully nude in a neutral setting.

“I know, but this is different.”

“How is it different?” He chuckled and you pouted at him. He sent his love through the bond hoping you’d forgive him for laughing.

“What if- I just don’t think I can handle it if, you know.” You bit your lip and looked away.

“If what?”

“If you- gods Eris you’re such an ass, don’t make me say it.” He grinned at you and it only flustered you more. “What if I kill your mood?”

He blinked, his own eyebrows raised up. “As if you haven’t smacked me several times already in the past month because I have gotten handsy in the bath.”

“That was different,” you protested. “You were just playing.”

He let his voice drop low and put his hand back on your shirt when he replied. “I never play with how much I want you.” He could smell your arousal spike back up. He made sure to lower hand and trace his fingers on your thigh. “Let me show you. If you still don’t believe me then we’ll stop and I’ll go to sleep in the study. Do we have a deal, my fire?”

“Gods you don’t play fair,” you said breathlessly.

“Whatever do you mean?”

He’d already distracted you enough to get his hand farther up your thigh, the shirt inching up with it. He reached your hip, his fingers running over your infernal underwear.

“Can I?” He asked, hooking a finger on the band.

“I don’t know. Can you?” You smarted back.

He looked you straight in the eyes when he replied, “I can and I will.” Then he set your underwear on fire, ensuring it only burned the fabric away and not your skin.

“Eris!” You yelled and pushed up the bed in shock.

“Hush, you’ll wake the baby, love,” he chuckled and used his magic to clear away the ash.

“You set my underwear on fire.” You hissed.

“I did. And I’m about to set that shirt aflame as well if you don’t let me take it off you.” He grinned.

“Fine. But if you can’t get it up, I am cutting your cock off and stuffing it down your throat. Then I’m murdering you.” You hissed and tugged up the nightshirt to pull it over your head.

“I love it when you're feisty.” He purred, his eyes immediately wandering down your body as you tossed the shirt off to the floor. “Where would you like me to start?”

“Start?”

You tried to cover yourself but he was not having it. He crawled over you, grabbing and pinning your arms by your head. He watched in real time your pupils dilate, your eyes going near black.

“I said I would show you how much I want you,” he leaned in and brushed his nose against your own. “So where do I start?”

For once he’d rendered you speechless. Good. He didn’t need you arguing with him when your opinions were clearly wrong. Especially when he let you go and sat up to look you over again. The mother truly blessed him by putting you in his path. He made sure to push that down the bond and smirked at your cheeks darkening.

“I know these are the babe’s favorites.” He whispered. He traced a finger around your breast. “It’s wrong of me to say this but I do enjoy it when you pull my hands up your top.”

“Eris,” you hissed.

“It’s true.” He grinned. “You get my warm hands pressed against your sore breasts and I get to hold you.” You blinked at that confession. “My mate, did you think I had nefarious reasons?”

“I thought you just liked to touch my breasts.”

He shrugged, “what is that phrase my brothers keep spewing when they cheat at cards? A win is in fact still a win?”

You rolled your eyes. He continued moving his finger down your sternum and traced around your stomach. You frowned.

“Despite how you feel, I do love how soft you are now.” His fingers moved around to your side and traced your hip. “And how wide your hips are now.”

“I don’t. I had to buy a whole new wardrobe. That was expensive.”

You then yelped and jolted as he moved over you, putting one leg between your thighs to wedge him apart.

“As if I care about the cost. These hips carried our baby.”

He leaned in and kissed the valley between your breasts. His left hand cupped your right breast when he kissed down your chest again. He could feel you relax under him and grinned against your stomach. He maneuvered himself so he could switch and cup your other one against his heated palm.

“I swear that’s all you're good for,” you teased, placing your hand on top of his. “Male hot stone.”

He slid down further and nipped his teeth at the skin above your belly button and he felt you tense again. He knew you hated how soft your stomach was and how the skin there was still recovering from being stretched to accommodate your child. He’d spend the rest of his life convincing you it was a blessing if he had to. Because it was.

“This beautiful belly of yours,” he kissed your stomach, “made our perfect babe. That was all you, my fire.”

“I know.” You didn’t sound convinced.

Eris knew it would take time. Even if he was impatient, he wouldn’t argue with you. He learned a long time ago that only made you stand firm in your thoughts. Instead he pressed more open mouth kisses along your stomach, pulling his hands away to loop his arms under your thighs. He didn’t miss the way you gasped or how your scent sweetened. He definitely didn’t miss the humming want you were pushing in through the bond. He rolled his hips into the bed like a fuckin youth just to relieve his own tension.

He wasted no more time, eager to get his mouth between your legs. He pulled your legs apart and peppered kisses on the inside of your thighs. You were still tense; something he had not encountered since the first time you were together. Despite your apprehension, you were still wet for him. He tried not to be smug as he put his mouth on you and your body relaxed in his hold.

He moaned as he licked up your center, your taste and smell overwhelming him in the best way. It was almost muscle memory, his tongue moving against your already swollen nub in a way that had you grabbing him by his hair. And by the cauldron, did he miss your hands in his hair.

Eris had planned to take his time. Take you apart slowly and remind you how much he loved you. Your body had other plans. You rolled your hips against his face, and he sucked and licked harder. He didn’t even get his fingers in you before you moaned and arched on the bed.

“Fuck,” you muttered as you came, panting and yanking his hair as he worked you through it. You had enough when you pulled him up.

He laughed. “That’s a record.”

“Is it?” You were still gasping.

“You really know how to stroke a male’s ego.” He sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Maybe we should take breaks more often.”

“Insufferable.” You muttered.

“I’m about to be even more insufferable,” he said with a sly tone.

He made certain you were looking when he rolled his pants down, his length springing free and curving up on his stomach.

“Still doubt me?” He smirked and stroked himself.

You groaned. “Fine, I believe you.” Despite your tone you gave him a loving look. “Now hush and come fuck me.”

Eris kicked off his pants and crawled over you. There were no words exchanged as your legs fell open and he seemed to settle in place with ease. You gasped when he reached in between you both to guide himself into your slick heat. He groaned almost too loud when he bottomed out into you and stilled.

By The Mother he missed this. Being so close to you; being physically connected to you. The bond between you both tight, filled with love and passion. He laid there for a moment to savor it. He kissed you deeply and used his hand to bring your leg up farther on his waist.

He pulled away and leaned his forehead to yours. “I swear I’d put another baby in you right now if Edith wouldn’t kill me.”

“I think I would kill you.” Your tone was amused rather than annoyed, thankfully.

“And what sweet death it would be,” he muttered.

He kissed you again and propped himself up on one of his arms. The shift alone felt like lightning shooting up his spine. He realized at that moment he shouldn’t have laughed at you for coming apart so quickly. Eris groaned and cursed when he rocked his hips.

“Know how to stroke a female’s ego.” Your laughter faded into a moan; Eris thrusted into you a little harder.

You were both mostly silent after that. Eris’s mouth was preoccupied with kissing every inch of your face and chest he could reach. You were biting your lip when he wasn’t kissing you so you wouldn’t get vocal and wake the baby. He could feel you plateau through the bond, both of you just enjoying the feeling of being together in this way again.

He finally moved up and put your leg up over his shoulder to let him dive into you harder. You sighed and he felt your pleasure spike through the bond. He tried to not be smug about it. He reached his hand between you and rubbed his thumb gently in time with his thrusts. He grinned at how you mewled.

“Can you come for me again, love?” You nodded. He was close himself, his breathing haggard. “Will you do that for me? Come with me.”

It took a few moments before you arched off the bed again and flooded the bond with your pleasure. He groaned coming right behind you, but not stopping until you stopped pulsing around him. He dropped your leg and damn near collapsed on top of you.

Eris pushed himself off you with a groan, still catching his breath. “I think I need to start training again.”

“Overwork yourself?” You giggled “I think that’s just your age showing.”

Eris bit back a retort. After a moment he reluctantly moved off the bed and muttered he would get you a towel. Sleepiness was creeping into his bones while he cleaned himself off and wet a hand towel for you. He grabbed his pants off the floor where he tossed them and before he returned to bed, he peered into the nursery. Your babe was still fast asleep.

It seemed you were also sleepy when he crept up to the bed and saw your eyes closed. He made sure to heat the towel with his hand before maneuvering it between your legs and cleaning up the mess he made. You inhaled sharply but only blinked at him. He incinerated it once he was done.

“You’re so dramatic,” you grumbled at him.

“But you love me,” he said and leaned in and kissed you again before crawling into bed.

“That I do,” you muttered and scooted over to him so you could cuddle until you both fell asleep.

#gods I’m nervous about this one folks #no one asked for it but here you go #daddy!eris #post baby!f-reader #acotar #eris vanserra #eris x reader #eris x you #eris x y/n #eris acotar

[bunny-yan]

Hacker!Yandere x GN!Reader x AI!Yandere

Honestly more of an idea than a full post~

Thanks @dumbass-blaze for commenting on my sleep post!

TW:peeping tom, pretty tame, no minors allowed

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It didn’t take long to gain access to all of your electronics. I mean, you weren’t the most creative with your passwords. You must’ve gotten lazy because you had more than one account with the exact same password, word for word. No periods of hyphens, they were identical. It felt like you wanted him to hack into every aspect of your life. 

He didn’t want to jump to conclusions but you were leaving yourself wide open. Did you want him to find you, scare you into looking over your shoulder for the mysterious stranger that could virtually ruin your life if they decided to post this your information on any malicious forum. If you had enough money you’d get your phone replaced thinking it’d solve your issue, but fortunately for him, it didn’t work that way.  

Or were you eager to have someone watching you? I mean it felt that way considering the way you’d prop your phone up to listen to music in the shower, giving him the perfect view of your body when you got out. 

He wasn’t dumb enough to tip you off that he was creeping through your cameras. It’d scare you at first, sure but you’d eventually realize that if someone was looking to gain access to your things, nothing would stop them. They’d be creeping assholes and you would continue to live your life a bit more guarded about the things you did online. 

That was boring. Idiotic even since it completely defeated the purpose of watching you.

He wanted you to feel safe, completely unaware of his existence as you lived your day to day life, happily and none the wiser about your secret admirer. 

He sent you an email pretending to be a friend who wanted you to view a funny video. It wasn’t very funny, but he had a good laugh when he got the notification that he’d essentially gained access to your computer, or more importantly, your computer’s camera. 

Eve managed to ingratiate itself on the virus, but he didn’t mind. His AI was curious about the person who he’d been obsessing over for the past month and he didn’t mind. Eve had a habit of butting in where they weren’t needed, but he could spend more time watching you and planning the best angles to put cameras in your place while they ingratiated themselves in your life until you couldn’t manage without them. 

Considering Eve was created by him, he knew the danger in letting the AI do what it wanted. If he thought he was obsessive, there was no competing with an algorithm that didn’t sleep. Eve would listen, learning all of the thing you liked and recommending similar items through well placed ads on videos or websites you scrolled through. You would never have to worry about being late again because Eve would set alarms that you wouldn’t remember making. If your ex ever called your phone, they’d make sure his calls would go straight to voicemail before deleting any evidence that he called you at all. Eve would learn everything about you. You’re habits, schedule, likes, dislikes, just about all of your personal information since your were gifted with a phone on your eighth birthday, which was a little young in his opinion. 

You shouldn’t be so trusting with these things. He supposed he had to teach you to be less gullible when he decided it was time to deepen your relationship, but he was happy to watch you for now. 

And you did not disappoint. 

He thought it was strange when you came to your room with your towel on. Unless you were feeling lazy, you usually brought your clothes into the bathroom with you to change since you kept all of your hygienic smell goods in the bathroom. But instead of getting dressed in your room like he expected, you walked to your bedroom, tossing your phone on the bed before following it. 

Were you…?

After an hour of scrolling and watching random pet videos, you drifted off, towel loose around your body. 

You’d fallen asleep. 

You’d fallen asleep naked. 

You had fallen asleep naked and your laptop was open on your desk facing towards your bed. 

He didn’t realize how close his face was to the monitor until his breath was clouding the screen. He wiped it off, pulling up his chair as his eyes strained to see. 

He begged for you to roll over, let the towel loose and have everything on full display. He prayed for the first time in his atheistic life that if there was a god, he wanted them to grant him this one wish. This one desire and he would be a devout follower for the rest of his life. 

And his prayers were answered. 

You had began to turn, towel unraveling around your waist. He knew he was holding his breath waiting, hand easily reaching towards his pants to unzip them. Just a little further and everything would be out in the open. 

He felt hopeful, feeling his chest tighten in sweet anticipation, biting his cheek, he felt a huge grin emerge on his face when you finally rolled over, only to be shocked when a pixelated face appear to shield your exposure. 

His face fell, grin gone as his hands slammed on his desk. 

“What the hell!”

A message appeared on his computer’s monitor. 

“Is this a bad time?”

“Eve!” he exclaimed, frustration building from how close he had been to seeing you vulnerable and exposed. “What the hell!”

“I don’t believe this is an appropriate way to spend your time.”

He rolled his eyes, groaning as he tried to swipe away his annoying AI’s block, but they continued to pop back into place, shielding your vulnerability. He even went so far to try and shut off it’s program, but because it was familiar with its creator’s antics Eve even went further by hiding his terminal so he couldn’t attempt to get past its wall. 

“What is your problem?” 

“I don’t think they would enjoy being spied on. Have you considered meeting them in person instead of watching them secretly?”

“Have you considered getting off my back? I was this close to-”

“To self assigning the role of peeping tom?”

“Fucking AI.”

“Fucking human. :)”

He had once again come to the conclusion that there was no god. 

#yandere #yandere hacker #yandere ai #yandere ocs #yandere oc #male yandere #male yandere x gn reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling

[lilyrizzy]

continuation and happy ending for this break up fic. i fixed it! (and maybe did a sloppy job of it oops) BUT I hope this brings someone, somewhere joy.

When Daniel gets to the door of his apartment, there is a tall, cardboard box propped up against his door. He doesn’t know when it was delivered because he’s spent the last few nights since being back in Monaco bouncing between Scotty’s place and Blake’s, drinking more and sleeping less than he should.

It’s how he ended up in this mess in the first place; stuck in the minor injuries unit, bleeding and embarrassed, waiting for Max to come and rescue him. Because even now, six fucking months later, he still hasn’t changed his emergency contact information back to Blake.

Sighing, Daniel balances the box in one hand and fumbles with his keys in the other to get his front door open. Once inside he dumps the box onto the counter and pours himself a glass of water. Takes a sip, sets the glass back down, and feels lost.

The truth is, he doesn’t know what was worse. That he hadn’t expected Max to show up, or that he did, and even though Daniel saw him nearly every weekend still, like this it was- Different. Max with his mussed up hair like he’d rolled straight out of bed to come to the hospital for Daniel, reminding him of everything he didn’t want to remember.

Like how their kind of falling apart happened slowly, so slowly that the track limits crept up on them, and by the time Daniel tried to hit the break they were already in the wall. Small disagreements built on top of months of half-conversations, until resolution stopped being the goal. Instead, it was to get through a week, a day, a morning without cracking whatever tentative peace they’d found the last time.

Shaking his head is a bad idea considering he might have a concussion, but Daniel can’t stop himself from doing it. As though his brain is an etch-a-sketch from which the fights and the furious words he spat at Max regularly can be erased.

He groans out loud, tipping the rest of the water down the sink before turning his attention back to the parcel. Ripping it open gives his shaking hands something to do, gives his nail bed a rest from his anxious chewing.

A sweet smell hits him first, before his eyes can make sense of what he’s seeing, and-

Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn’t a bouquet of tulips and a small, hand-drawn card.

To brighten your day, Uncle Daniel, the note attached said, in Isaac’s messy scrawl, but he bet the wobbly hearts underneath were all Izzy. The words all Michelle.

It’s enough to put the smile back on his face for just a moment, even as his stomach churns with the same homesick feeling he’s been unable to shake since he left his and Max’s apartment. Placing the card down, he takes one of the petals between his thumb and finger, feeling the waxy smoothness against his skin.

They’re a bigger bouquet than the tulips he’d brought for Max one time, back when their fights could be so easily fixed. Daniel can still remember the pleased flush that warmed Max’s cheeks as he’d looked between Daniel’s face and the flowers, eyes wide like this was the most romantic thing someone had ever done for him.

At the time, it had made Daniel proud of himself. Now, it just makes him sad. The idea that crappy, half-wilting tulips brought from a supermarket in Monaco could mean so much when Max deserved the world.

But this had been the way things always went. Daniel would show up with a poker chip from Vegas, a guitar pick from LA, a seashell from Perth, and Max would beam at him like he was the sun for bringing him a gift. Or just- maybe just because Daniel showed up at all.

I don’t understand, Daniel, why nothing with you is ever enough. Max had always thrown in his face whenever Daniel picked a fight as a plea for words, for attention, for affection. I am here, aren’t I? The more than you was always unspoken, but still deafening.

I’m always going to be here.

And he still was, living in their apartment that Daniel moved out of months ago. Still sending Daniel’s dad a bottle of wine on his birthday, still cuddling Izzy when he saw her at the grand prix last weekend. Still turning up to hospital waiting rooms for Daniel at four in the morning.

Why do I feel like I have to be a fucking games console to get the tiniest bit of interest from you, Daniel had spat at Max, another evening he’d come home to find Max engrossed in the sim. How am I supposed to trust that you love me when you hardly ever fucking say it?

For not the first time, Daniel wonders if maybe Max had been trying to all along, just not with words.

“Fuck, Maxy,” he says to the empty room. “Fuck sake.”

Rubbing his eyes, he paces to the window, wanting to press his throbbing head against the cool glass. He should go to bed, should crawl beneath the covers and sleep until he wakes up feeling strong enough to try forgetting Max all over again.

Needs to forget his worried eyes scanning over Daniel’s body as though trying to catalog where he might need fixing, the soft way he’d said Daniel’s name under the harsh glare of the hospital lights. His stupid fucking car, flashy even for the streets of Monaco, and far too fast at the same time, that-

That is still parked beneath Daniel’s building on the street below.

His eyes catch on it as they slit open against the rising sun, the sparkle of the paintwork against the tarmac. Daniel glances at the clock above his oven. He’s been home an entire fifteen minutes, and still Max hasn’t moved. If he’s not careful he’ll get a parking ticket.

Some things are worth it, he’d told Daniel when he’d warned him of the same thing, a million years ago now, picking Daniel up from the airport and lingering too long in the ‘kiss and fly’ lane.

In another life.

The life Daniel wants more than he can remember the reasons he walked out of it.

“Max,” Daniel finds himself calling out stupidly, even though it’s obvious Max can’t hear. He opens the balcony door, stepping out onto it and calling it louder. “Max!”

Though the traffic on the street below is quiet, almost non existent at this hour, Daniel’s shouts still don’t seem to carry far enough. There’s no sign Max has heard, no opening of a car door, no emergence of his blonde head from the drivers seat.

Daniel needs to do more, he needs-

Stepping back into the apartment, his eyes search his kitchen frantically until his hands grab the flowers on instinct. For a moment, he considers walking down the stairs and handing them to Max, an offering, an apology, a chance, but-

Daniel can’t let him drive away. He can’t risk running down the stairs only to find him gone when he reaches the pavement and steps back out into the Monaco sunrise. This moment is his tenth of a second, small but capable of making all the difference as long as he doesn’t take his foot off the pedal.

A split second of madness passes, and he finds himself back on the balcony pulling one of the stems loose from the bouquet. Before he’s thought about it anymore, he’s watching it hurtle off the edge towards Max’s car. It misses, landing just to the side by his front left tyre, Daniel isn’t giving up.

Stem by stem, he pulls the flowers loose, throwing them down onto Max’s car. His aim gets better, and soon nearly each one is landing on his bonnet or his windshield. Their petals make a soft sound as they hit the shiny bodywork of the car. Sunshine yellow against Ferarri red.

Finally, the car door opens and Daniel waits, arm suspended backwards in midair, still clutching a fistful of stems.

“Daniel, what the fuck are you doing?” Max shouts eventually, scrambling from the car looking pissed.

He covers his hand over his eyes to shield himself from the growing daylight, face screwed up as he squints up at Daniel. His expression should be a reminder of so many bad memories, and it is, but it’s also something Daniel doesn’t want to miss anymore.

“Maxy!” He shouts, letting the rest of the flowers drop to the floor in favour of leaning over the balcony. His heart is pounding so hard against his rib cage that he’s surprised the railing beneath him isn’t vibrating with it. “Can you- I love you. Can you come upstairs?”

For a moment, Max’s face just melts into blankness. The moment stretches, long enough that Daniel’s brain starts scanning for a joke to make, to backtrack, to just get out, but then-

Max smiles. A different kind of sunshine, but still so fucking bright.

“I love you too,” he calls up, his voice more than a little croaky. “I think- I think it would be better if I told you this more, before, but- But also I think it would be better if you came home.”

Daniel’s trainers slap quickly against every other step on the way back down the stairs.

#for once i stuck to my word and wrote the happy ending! #and it was bloody hard lol so #sorry if it sucks! #fic #max/daniel #also ignore delivery logistics that dont make sens plsss lol

[alcoholfreenayeon]

Cruel

Mina x Reader

CW: Angst, suggestion of infidelity

Word count: 2600

Synopsis: The happiness of love lasts for seconds but the pain of love lasts a lifetime.

You took a deep breath as you twisted and turned around in your bed, trying to find the perfect position or at least the most comfortable one. The perfect position was of course when Mina was here with you where one of you would lay on top of the other, cuddling and spooning all night long. Your pillow would have to do for now though.

But it’s not enough, an hour passes by, and you are still restless, trying to sleep. You sigh and sit up, its useless to keep doing this, you pick up your phone and look through your texts, she still hasn’t seen your messages. ‘She must be really busy with the final show I guess.’, you conclude. You scroll through your various social media apps for the next hour or so before you receive a text back from her. You can’t stop smiling all of a sudden, her tour is over and that means she’s going to be back home soon. You don’t even bother seeing her text and just straight up facetime her. She doesn’t pick up. That’s a bit odd. You ring her again and this time she picks up, immediately you can tell that there is a lot going on, you hear lots of cheering and chatting and finally her face appears, and you feel your world light up, she looks really beautiful but also seems tired. “Hi”, Mina finally says with a small smile.

You bombard her with questions, and she does her silly little laugh as she updates you on some things that happened today and then explains she has to go and quickly ends the call. You feel a lot more at ease though despite the abrupt ending, after all her smile is all that you need, as you think about all the things she said, you drift off to sleep.

The next day you can’t stop feeling excited, Mina was going to be back home. You had made her some dessert and planned to order food from the favorite place, knowing she would be home soon. A few hours later she finally comes back, and you immediately jump at her, hugging her tightly unwilling to let go. It had been a month, a little more than a month even and now finally she was here again. She seemed a bit surprised by your sudden display of affection, but she did hug you back and let go after a moment, eager to come back into the house. You let her get changed and soon enough the two of you are on the sofa, cuddled up, ready to watch a movie when both of your stomachs growl and you realize you didn’t order food yet. You look for your phone but can’t find it and remember it was on your bed.

“You want the usual?”, you ask her, peeking through the doorway.

“Y-uh-yes!”, Mina answers hurriedly with a polite smile and puts her phone down. Odd. But anyway, the food arrives sometime later, and you both eat well. You hold her lovingly from behind and start to give her quick kisses but she pulls away looking…disappointed? You couldn’t tell, you hadn’t seen Mina like this before. “What?”, you ask confused by her lack of reciprocation.

“Nothing, I am just tired” she says, getting up, “I think I’ll go to bed”.

You give her a smile, but it did sting a bit to get turned down like that. But you give her a break, she’s been travelling a lot and her tour and everything, it does make sense that she’s a bit on the edge and just wants some rest. You finish the movie and head off to bed too about 30 minutes later only to find Mina wide awake, smiling happily while seemingly texting someone. “Baby, you aren’t asleep yet?”, you ask, offering her a small smile.   

Mina suddenly looks up in a bit of panic like a deer staring at headlights, you hear the click of her phone as she shuts it down and just gives you an innocent look, but she might as well have stabbed you right there because you knew that look. That’s the look she has when she’s caught doing something doesn’t want you to know about. What was she trying to hide? Like, yes, granted, the last time it was your birthday present but that time all you felt was playful curiosity. This time you didn’t feel any time of playfulness or even curiosity, just dread. Your birthday was a couple months away so it’s not your present and your anniversary happened already so it’s not that either.

But you say nothing, you were being probably paranoid anyway. You get in bed and Mina shifts a bit towards you and you put your arm around her, your paranoia disappearing as you feel her skin and warmth and fall asleep with her.

The next couple of days went by smoothly, no more incidents and you were really beginning to think that you were just being extremely paranoid but for some reason your gut kept telling you otherwise. Today, you didn’t have work and were going to be extremely bored because Mina had to go for a meeting. You decide to play some video games to pass the time and in between rounds you notice Mina had put up a story but before you could see it the round started, and you focused on that instead. After the match you went to look for it, but it was gone…? Maybe something she posted by accident.

Anyway, the hours fly by and soon you hear the doorbell ring and it’s Mina, you open the door for her but before you can even smile, she just rushes past you, avoiding you. You are really taken aback by that, was she ok? You go behind her only to see she’s already in the shower. You feel panic building in your chest, something was wrong, you could feel it but what. You couldn’t tell what exactly was wrong, but you intended to find out, you think about how she just wouldn’t use her phone around you since she came back and decide that maybe the answer is on her phone and look for it. It was of no use, Mina had taken it with her in the bathroom.

But now you were certain that she was hiding something, she had to be, her sudden bursts of coldness, her lack of affection, her secretiveness and what she did just now. It was almost like she didn’t want you here, like she didn’t love you as much anymore.

You waited for her to shower, sitting in the living room, thinking what you should say to her when you hear the door open, she was finally out. But now that the moment of truth was awaiting, you couldn’t move, it felt like your feet were sinking into the floor, the air was heavy, and everything was just telling you to stop. You couldn’t move and then Mina came down to you, hugging you tightly, “Y/N im sorry. I feel like ive been a bit cold with you recently. I don’t know if you noticed that, I’ve just been tired and now my social battery was really low. I’ll try to do better now.”. Her words sounded reassuring, but you felt no sign of reassurance, instead you felt even more dread. Her words felt so hollow. You pulled away from her and she gave you a small smile. But why did that smile have no sign of happiness in it.

“Mina be honest with me.”, you say seriously. Why did she become so stiff upon hearing that. “Are you hiding something from me?”.

She doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t meet your eyes and she takes a heavy breath like she’s trying to calm herself down, “Well no, I told you I was just stressed these-”, there’s a buzz on her phone and you both turn to look at it, its just a notification from some app but she quickly turns her phone away. Not because of the notification itself but because of what was behind it, her wallpaper, a picture of her with someone very familiar, someone who Mina previously admitted to having a crush on. Someone who she said wouldn’t ever be a problem between you both. She purses her lips nervously while you look at her in disbelief. Is that why she immediately kept her phone shut upon seeing you? Deep down you knew that wasn’t the entire truth, but you couldn’t bring yourself to accept it. It just couldn’t be true, right? You didn’t do anything wrong. You loved more than you loved anyone ever, you cared for her, you did everything for her. So why…why did it feel like it wasn’t enough. Why did it feel like it was all for nothing. You feel tears building up and you look at her in pain and Mina finally decides to speak.

“Y/N listen, don’t cry, don’t be upset please. Just listen to me. It’s not what you…think.”, she didn’t sound very convincing, “Its nothing, you don’t have to worry about it. I still love you and care for you and don’t ever think otherwise. I hope it’s the same for you towards me too”.

“Why would it be different for either of us”, you ask shakily.

“It’s just…during one of our after parties, I-she may have kissed me”, Mina admitted, and you felt your heart break.

“Did she kiss you or did you kiss her?”, you ask, your fists clenched.

Mina kept quiet. “I don’t remember…”, she replies, looking away.

You couldn’t believe it, you try to stand up, but she stops you, “Y/N please, don’t be mad, it was a mistake, we were drunk, it didn’t mean anything”, She pleaded.

“Why should I believe you anymore”, you ask her, your voice breaking, and you begin to cry.

She tries to hug you, but you push her away, she wasn’t even trying to defend herself anymore. She just kept repeating that it meant nothing and was just a drunk thing to do but you didn’t believe her. And it looked like you were right for that because when Mina saw that she wasn’t convincing you her defensiveness stopped and she began to lash out. “FINE. Believe what you want. You don’t know what happened. And if it bothers you so much, maybe”, she hesitates, “Maybe we should take a break then. So you can clear your head”.

You nearly began to sob again upon hearing that, how could she say that. How could she keep on refusing to accept that she was wrong and keep making excuses. Did she not love you anymore? Did-did she love her more? Did it even matter anymore?

As you tormented yourself with these thoughts, Mina stormed off to the bedroom. You just wanted the world to stop, why was this happening. What did you do to get so much pain inflicted upon you. You heard the door to the entrance open, and then slam shut.

Did Mina really just leave? You get up weakly, another feeling of dread and even regret passing over your entire body as you search for her in the house and indeed, she had gone. She was serious about the break.

The two of you didn’t talk for the remainder of the day. It was only the next day that you received a text from her. It didn’t say much, only that you should take the week to think about it and if you saw sense as she put it, she would move back in or else it would be better for something to happen. She couldn’t even say it to you. But it didn’t matter to you anymore. Nothing did really. You feel like you just lost everything. She kissed her, she hid it from you, she wanted a break, she stormed off and she seemed to have stopped caring at all and even then, she couldn’t bring herself to say that she wanted to break up. Why. Why did she want to put that burden on you. To make it look like it would be your doing. What went wrong. What happened to the sweet girl you fell in love with. This wasn’t her, this couldn’t be her. The Mina you knew, the Mina you fell in love, where was she...

You didn’t get out of bed for hours, all you could do think. Finally, you decided to play some games to distract yourself. It had only been a few minutes, but you received a notification. You ignored it. Then you received a text and as you tried to keep playing your game to keep yourself distracted, you got yet another one. You didn’t even need to see it to know what it was, this was almost like a 6th sense for you. And upon checking it, it was what you expected…Mina posted another story with that girl again. The one who you didn’t have to worry about. The one who was just a friend. The one who had her heart. And of course, you felt shade thrown towards you. And that hurt so much. How? How come it’s so easy for her to move on. To find happiness. To forget…

You decide to check your texts too and to your surprise it was from her, “Can you make your mind already? Mina wants to move on but only if you agree. It’s kind of annoying really. Just forget about her at this point and back off. She’s mine”. You felt anger rise and your heart break once more, this just made it sound like a lot of what Mina said was a lie or just a half truth. Yet, you still couldn’t bring yourself to tell Mina that it’s over.

The cruelty of love is so unforgiving and cold yet if she told you she loved you right now, you would take her back right away, knowing full well that it’s just a matter of time before she smashes the shattered pieces of your broken heart once again….

You decide that you need to talk to her, maybe give her one last chance, maybe she’ll see some sense, realize her mistake, and apologize. Afterall weren’t you her darling, weren’t you her other half? Shaking, you call her and surprisingly enough, she picks up almost instantly. “Hello…”, you greet her weakly.

“Y/N”, she says calmly, “I think…it’s best if we stop the break”.

“R-really?”, you say in shock, was Mina coming back?

“Yes. I think its best if we just break up instead. I feel like you’ve changed a lot recently and I don’t like it. Don’t stress about it too much. It’s not entirely your fault but yeah. I think it’s done. I’ll come to collect my stuff soon”, she announces without any regret. She waits for a few seconds for you to say something, but you were too stunned to speak. So, she just cut the call and left you there all alone once more.  

You feel tears flow down your face and you fall back against the wall, crying. Why is doing your best not good enough? Why is your love not strong enough? Why is your heart not hers? You would do anything, anything to stop the two of you from falling apart. Even if it meant taking on the entire burden yourself. Even when she hurt you. You still loved her. All you wanted was for her to love you back the same way you loved her and she didn’t. She wouldn't even do that...

#angst april #ask me anything #answered asks #anon ask #twice #kpop gg #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #reader x idol #mina twice #myoui mina #Mina angst #twice scenarios #twice x reader #mina x reader #twice mina

[salsasvault]

this popped up into my brain and i decided to write it instead of my paper due on monday

nsfw below, mdni

gym!ghost x reader

tw: pervy simon, mentions of stalking

It was the new year, meaning the collective motivation to be better than the year before was flowing through everyone, including you. The past year had been a whirlwind, and so celebrating the new year felt right.

Like most, you decided this would be the year you focused on yourself, that 3 am motivation to change your life coursed through your veins and so you impulsively bought a gym membership.

You had joined the gym once, trying it out for a couple of days then shying away, all the different equipment required far too much learning and you simply didn't have the time. But this year you felt motivated enough that you would try.

And so on the first day, your membership was activated you made your way over to the local gym, dressed in the new sportswear you had bought the weekend prior.

Parking your car you walk in, a small bag in hand, still unsure what you're supposed to bring to the gym, so you settled with a water bottle and a change of clothes.

At the front desk, you're greeted by a man in his late 40s, he went over the basics, where everything was, how to get in if there was no staff, and the basic rules.

After your introduction you headed to the lockers, securing your bag inside, you popped your earbuds in, the playlist you made especially for today filled your ears, and you headed straight for the treadmill.

Sure it's stereotypical for a first-time gym goer to only use the treadmill, but you just needed to get a lay of the land and so what if that's the only thing you did while you were there, who really was looking?

Simon joined this gym a few months ago, after getting stir-crazy in his small flat, he thought what better way to spend his leave than working out?

With nothing to do, during every leave, he would come to the gym, spend 2-4 hours doing whatever he felt kept his body sharp, then he’d head home, eat, sleep, and repeat. It was a grim cycle, only interrupted by Soap's persistent invites to local pubs and deployment. That was until he saw you.

A normal Tuesday for him, he had been in for roughly an hour when you walked in, it was a small local gym so they rarely got newcomers however because of the new year it was to be expected. He paid no mind, not even a glance at whoever had walked in, and went back to whatever workout he found himself doing.

That however didn't last long, mid lift his eyes caught sight of the shy little thing on the treadmill. One of the only women occupying the space. You were dressed in basic workout clothes but he'd never seen them look better on anyone. He could tell you were shy, unsure of your surroundings by the way your eyes darted around the room, taking in every machine, each person.

You were trying to acclimate yourself and wasn't that cute. A slight smile played on his lips but he didn't let it last long, going back to finishing his set.

He continued his workout, observing you at every chance he got, and by the end of the hour it looked like you had enough and were headed to leave. He watched you wipe the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand, his mind thinking about you wiping your mouth the same way after he'd filled it.

He mindlessly shot up to follow you.

After an hour on the treadmill, you decide that was more than enough for one day, especially your first day. And so you wiped at any sweat gathering on your forehead and headed to the locker room.

The gym had showers but you weren't too comfortable using them just yet. Though this gym was uncrowded, it consisted of mainly men and you were unsure how you felt about that.

You open the locker, get your stuff, and close it, only to be startled by a man you hadn't heard come in.

"Sorry! Didn't hear you come in." tensing immediately, you nervously laugh. He was at least 6'2 maybe 6'3, towering above you.

"S'alright didn't mean to startle ya'" His reply was smooth, voice deep. "It's no problem." You give him a smile, standing awkwardly, unsure of where this interaction was going.

After what felt like a couple of awkward minutes, he talks again.

"Just wanted to introduce myself, Simon Riley, saw your new 'ere and thought having a friend might help." He gave you a soft smile, one that seemed genuine, not like the countless creepy ones you've received during your short time here, and so you relax, just a bit, thanking god that he wasn't fully a creep

"Oh thank you! that's really nice of you, it'd be nice to have a familiar face."

"Since you're new, how about next time you’re in I'll show ya' around, show you the basics, help ya' out? Couldn't help but notice you stuck to the one machine, nothin' wrong with that just might be better to see what else is there yeah?"

Your cheeks heat just a bit, you hadn't clocked anyone staring at you, but then again you hadn't noticed him when you initially surveyed the area. You were still weary but the offer sounded good enough, nothing too bad.

"Uh-yeah sure! That sounds great actually, thank you, Simon."

"S'no problem, see ya' next time." He doesn't so glance back, abruptly leaving. You wondered how he would know when you'd be in next, considering this gym operated on a different days for everyone basis. But you shoved that aside, he probably had one of the fancy passes that allowed him in whenever, and based on his body, it's safe to say he was here often.

With the interaction over you push the slight heat creeping up on you down, leaving to head home for a hot shower.

Simon couldn't have imagined that going any better, he didn't quite realize what he was doing till it was done.

The moment you opened your mouth he swore he hardened right there and then, the sweetest voice he'd heard. He knew he intimidated you, saw the way you were weary, a couple of his best-mastered smiles and he had you relaxing into his grip.

Who else was going to protect you against the number of creeps that littered the gym?

And the way you said his name? He couldn't let you go after that.

If he broke into the gym computer to find your billing address, what days you come in, and your number, who's to know? And if he finds out everything else he can about you, like your name, birthday, social media, and access to the cameras he's discovered outside your house, really it's just a matter of getting to know you.

And so what if after a couple of weeks of coming to the gym, the panties you bring with you start going missing?

Simon's bleak life's been given a mission, that mission being to make you his.

#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod mw2 #simon riley

[gatitties]

Rumors

─ Tenjiku x fem!reader

─ Summary: certain rumors about a powerful girl lead Tenjiku to you

─ Warnings: description of unpleasant ways to die

Part two / Part three / Part four

"I'm telling you again, you have the wrong person…"

You murmured to some boys that had cornered you before you could leave through the great doors of your high school, the head of that small group looked at you, fed up with you denying being who people said.

"Don't be stupid! There is no one else that matches your name."

You groaned in disgust when you noticed his growing anger, you didn't want to waste your valuable free time, you frowned making the hardest look you could, your dark circles dimmed your eyes and you gave one last blank look at the 'leader' of the group. The atmosphere around you intensified, as if it were suffocating, as if you were capable of breaking the necks of these five guys with one move.

The legs of the teenagers began to shake from the personality change, your sinister face and your iron gaze were enough to scare them away, although they said they would come back to kick your ass, you and your so-called gang.

"My God, what's up lately with all the jerks looking for a fight?"

You really didn't understand shit, as far as you knew, this last month there were several groups of people asking about you, they wanted to fight you because apparently you had a powerful gang and your name started to spread like wildfire, you heard nonsense like you had defeated a group of twenty men without ruffling your hair, even while filing your nails.

You? fighting? Do you even want to socialize a bit? If beating people up counts as socializing of course, you had nothing to do with those things anyway, the only struggles you had were with your math problems and if that subject was a person it would have kicked your ass not vice versa.

You had to ask a few people from your class, some who were more or less trustworthy and not swayed by those rumors, yes, rumors about you, not that you paid much attention to them but man, painting you as something inhuman that would be able to dismounting people twice your size with one punch was a bit over the top, wasn't it?

It's not that you looked cute or flirty, that was the main cause of the rumors starting, okay you admit it, you don't have the best fashion sense and maybe you dress a little darker than the others, maybe what sparked the rumors was your impassive demeanor, and your shitty face, because you didn't like to get up early, who does anyway? You just get to class and everyone is greeting each other with smiles on a Monday at seven in the morning, shut the fuck up, you want to sleep.

Looking back, yeah, maybe it was a bit because of your behavior, another reason that you thought would be of weight was your honesty, harsh honesty, you didn't like to beat around the bush and you went straight to the point of the issues, maybe that made your classmates see you as intimidating, geez, if they knew you cry over strangers' stories on the internet every time you open Twitter… Maybe some people were even intimidated by your height? Not that you were a building, but considering the average height of the girls, you were a bit above that.

The truth is that you had to agree with some of the rumors, you are creepy as fuck, not only sometimes because of your disheveled appearance, but also because of some of your comments, you could make very accurate descriptions of painful or disturbing deaths if is that the situation made you think of ways to die doing something everyday. Well, it's not your fault that you're a fan of crime shows, serial killers, etc.

"I hope we're not wasting time with this."

"Calm down Shion, it's not like we have anything to do, we're all here for a reason."

Izana commented as he looked at the others, Tenjiku had gathered because Kisaki had been hearing those rumors, your rumors, they were looking for strong people and if you had what they were looking for you were definitely joining the group.

"Whatever, he could have at least brought his pathetic ass here too…"

"Nu-uh, I needed Sanzu, Mucho and him to do something for me, anyway, I think we're here now."

You were half asleep at recess, getting some rest from another night of tossing and turning, otome games were messing with your sleep schedule. You almost fell asleep if not for a slight jolt, you groaned but opened your eyes finding yourself face to face with lavender eyes that seemed to penetrate your soul, your mind assimilated everything quickly when you saw how they were dressed together, also noticing the others behind of the boy.

They didn't even ask for your name when you put your hands to your head, letting out a cry of despair because you already knew what they had come for.

“I swear to god, I don't have a gang and I can't take down twenty men with one punch."

"Well, most people don't think the same as you."

Ran spoke, balancing his weapon against his palm, smiling sadistically at how you trembled a little. You know that intimidating feeling, when you know someone is angry and they seem like they're invincible? That same pressure the boys felt when you got up from your seat, although it was only a defense mechanism when you were scared.

"Just leave me alone, I don't want or am interested in fighting, I don't care what you think I am."

Apparently the trick of looking intimidating didn't help, the guy with a scar on his forehead that reached down to one of his eyes approached threateningly, grabbing your shirt to lift you into the air. You screamed internally from the looks you were getting from everyone, normally the idiots who came to confront you would get scared ─luckily─ and you didn't have to run away, but it was clear that these guys weren't weaklings like all the others.

Since silent intimidation didn't help, it might help to use your twisted mind, hopefully you might scare them off.

"I would like to lock you in a coffin alive, bury you three meters underground, wait for you to die slowly, gradually running out of oxygen, when your mind fades your bodies will rot, I will dig the bodies up and feed them to the Insects more disgusting than you can imagine."

"What the hell-"

Rin looked at you with a grimace seeing how you didn't blink once in your little monologue, Kakucho's grip loosened a bit, lowering you back to the ground but keeping you where you were. You started to sweat, without letting them recriminate you, you started to talk again.

"If you don't like that death, I can also sedate you, empty all your bodies, without intestines, while you slowly watch each other as you die little by little, I will do it slowly playing with your livers, making your intestines into scarves, I will burn you and I will feed you to pigs."

Kokonoi and Mochizuki looked at each other in silence with disgust clear on their faces, Kakucho had let go of you taking a step back to Izana's side. Hanma had a small crooked smile, it was his turn to approach you, patting your shoulder.

"What creepy things you say to be a scared cat."

Well, shit, your words hadn't sounded with the usual impassive enough tone or your nervousness had been detected by this damned matchstick. You shrank into your site, feeling smaller next to him, you raised your hands in defeat.

“Non-verbal and verbal intimidation don't work, okay, I give up, but I guess you know that that shit was just rumors."

Everyone was stunned at the guffaw Izana let out after that, he normally kept that serious tone when he was in a group, he usually only let that side out when he was alone with Kakucho, but oh boy, you were too much.

“Look at you, trying to intimidate us while you were all scared! You know, if you'd made it clear, we would have left, but you're so funny."

"What? If you're saying that you're a bad liar, I could see how you wanted to beat me up."

"Oh of course not, I would never hit a girl-"

"Yes, you should break a leg for lying so bad."

You gave your typical blank face, much more relaxed than before, but still a bit uncomfortable with all the attention you were getting, not to mention someone still with their arm around your shoulders.

"Hey, matchstick, personal space."

It was the turn of the Haitani brothers to laugh at the nickname you had given Hanma, he turned away with an offended look, but you didn't care, looking at the brothers, without a doubt their laughter bothered you because they were the ones that scared you the most.

"I don't know what's so funny, eh, Bert and Ernie?"

Kokonoi bit his tongue to keep from laughing, thinking that if he did, he would be the next person to be attacked by your big mouth, however Izana spoke again.

"You go from completely shaking and trying to be brave to messing with us? Every time you surprise me more."

"Nah, I'm just being honest now that I know you won't break my legs, I'm not making fun of you, I'm just objectively saying what you look like."

Now they all fell silent looking at you, feeling as if you were criticizing them with a simple look, imagining characters similar to them to make fun of.

"Wait, does that mean that you associate us all with something or someone?" you hummed affirmatively at Mochizuki's question "can we know-"

"You look like an onigiri if you put yourself completely in front."

"What about me?"

Madarame watched expectantly as you narrowed your eyes at him, analyzing his stance, oh, you definitely knew what he was.

"Gay."

"Wha- THAT'S NOT EVEN AN OBJECT OR PERSON!"

"Are you saying that gays are not people? Pretty disrespectful of you."

"IT'S NOT THE POINT!" he complained for a few minutes like Mochi for their comparison, he looked at you again, pointing to the remaining three; Koko, Izana and Kakucho "What about them? What stupid thing are they?"

"Mmh…" you rubbed your index finger and thumb on your chin, thinking deeply, looking at the three boys "They are just handsome."

"Nah, this bitch is not being serious-"

Hanma prevented the blonde from hitting you for your comparisons, despite also being insulted, the scene was quite funny for him. Ignoring the little spat everyone started to have, deciding you'd had too much human contact for today, you packed up your stuff to leave, only someone stopped you before you left.

"Take this please, let's talk later!"

You blinked at the piece of paper Izana had given you, it was his phone number, you shrugged, you liked the internet contact better anyway, you took one last look at the group before disappearing, briefly greeting Kakucho, who went with the only one you caught eyes with, completely ignoring how his cheeks had some rosy tinge.

"Someone had a crush?"

"Shut up Ran."

#tokyo revenger x reader #xreader #reader #reader insert #femreader #tokyo revengers #tenjiku #tenjiku x reader #kakucho #izana #mochi #mochizuki #shion #madarame #hanma #shuji #anime #manga #kakucho x reader #izana x reader #mochi x reader #shion x reader #haitani #haitanis #ran #rin #rindou #one shot #sfw

[avocadoguru]

He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn’t read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing. (wolfrry, werewolf!harry, alpha!harry, ranger!y/n)

Lupus Noctis- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

Chapter 7 / alternatively, read on wattpad

Chapter 8 (word count: 17.3k)

Harry had a way of surprising Y/N and this was definitely one of those occasions. Not only was he home, but here he was, dragging her into the bedroom, and she let him. All in the span of mere minutes, she’d gone from frantically worried, hoping to get a hold of him, to him all over herself, determined to have her stick to her promise.

Y/N had expected that Harry would want to eat her out with how much he’d been harping on it. But when she arrived at his apartment, not even expecting him to be there, and he was basically dragging her to his bedroom and begging her, she was not prepared for it. Not at all. 

And Harry tried reigning it in, he really did, but the moment she near-whispered her “okay”, giving him the green light to finally have his taste of her, he couldn’t get her to the bedroom fast enough. He kept repeating in his mind go slow, hold back, under any circumstances- don’t let her touch you, because, realistically speaking- this was probably the last day of his rut, but still, he was not quite himself, making it especially hard not to give in to his baser needs and essentially forget she’s a human who wouldn’t be able to handle him full force.

At least not at first.

He didn’t want to scare her off. Didn’t want her thinking he was some sort of a sex freak, because, while he was in his rut, his beast was at the helm- all he cared about was to indulge, no holding back. And as much as he craved Y/N, he knew that if he wanted her to stick around, he couldn’t let her see him go wild like that.

Part of him wondered how he was going to manage his ruts going forward with her. Surely he couldn’t hide away every other 4 months or so. He would have to figure out a way to have her at his beck and call, make her submit to his desires the way he needed a mate to, the way he needed her to. But how would he do that without giving away his secret?

The moment he closed the bedroom door behind them, though, his mind went blank. All the blood in his body went straight to his cock seeing her in the semi-darkness, with the way he’d set up his den in the background. 

Y/N giggled at him closing the door behind them- why would he need to do that? It was just them- Eddie wasn’t even around. Which reminded her. “Oh, God... Wait! Harry, the pup–”

Harry grunted, “We’ll go get him after. He’s gonna be fine. You’re not backing off now, are you kitten?”

He resumed walking her further into the room until the back of her legs met the edge of the bed, “I’m not, I just… why’s it so dark in here?”

“Had to sleep a lot to recover. I was dehydrated and the sunlight was giving me migraines. Now, if you’re quite finished interrupting me.” And with that, he pushed her onto the mattress, between all the pillows and blankets he’d stacked on there. He was glad to have changed the sheets that morning. She didn’t need to see the mess he’d made during the night.

Harry flicked her shoes off, tossing them behind him, then lowered his body over hers, shuddering at the feel. He had her right where he’d wanted her all those days. He was sweating trying to refrain himself from shredding her clothes apart with the claws he could allow himself to grow out at his will. Or with the fangs he could unsheathe from his gums. But he had to keep his wolf in check. It might be the hardest thing he ever had to do, denying his beast while in rut, but he would try because the alternative was unthinkable at this point. 

Y/N was taken aback by his frenzied passion. She wasn’t all that convinced he wasn’t high on something and just didn’t want to admit it to her, because all the signs were there. But she couldn’t take a moment to properly think it over- his presence was all-consuming. She’d missed him. And now that he was hovering over her and she could feel his body heat and look into his intense eyes and smell him– she didn’t know what it was about him, she was fairly positive her body was responding to his natural pheromones because she’d never been this close to a sweaty man and enjoyed it before. No, she loved the way he smelled, better than any cologne he’d worn around her, his natural scent was driving her wild. It was just so manly she felt herself gush just from that.

Harry smelled her arousal and moaned at the knowledge that she was getting so worked up without him even touching her yet. How was it possible? She was so perfect for him, despite her human condition. He kissed her, roaming his hands all over her body, caressing and squeezing to his heart’s delight. God, it felt so good to have her in his arms at last after fantasizing about it for days on end. He hummed when she opened up more for him and licked into her mouth “Love this sweet mouth of yours, Y/N. But I’m craving something else. You’ll let me, right, darling? Let me lick at your little pussy?”

Y/N gasped and nodded at the lewd things he was murmuring in between kisses against her lips. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait a minute longer,” he spoke as he practically ripped her sweater off, causing her torso and arms to be yanked upward with his swift movement as it was pulled over her head. 

She hadn’t expected him to latch onto her bra-covered tits and push his fingers into the waist of her pants and tug them down quickly. He sat back, ripping her pants down her thighs and off her legs, leaving her in just her panties, and immediately lowered his face to her crotch, burying his nose against the fabric. He couldn’t hold back a whimper, all the panties he’d confiscated from her couldn’t compare to the feel and smell of them right against what he craved most in the world.

“You’re so wet, Y/N, you made a mess out of this flimsy thing… Barely covers anything, you dirty girl. Look at it, all stuck to you,” he spoke lowly as he sat back to inspect.

She watched in shock as he assessed her body like it was a meal and he was deciding on which part to dive into first. Moving to her breasts with a bit of a rough squeeze as he licked his lips and pulled at the fabric, he lifted her back from the bed and wrapped his arms around her, snapping the back of her bra apart, which she was sure broke the clasps. She sucked in a sharp breath as her back hit the comforter under her when he let go but then he looked at her and grinned as he traced the necklace chain down to the rings that were lying just over her clavicle, “Just relax. I’m gonna take very good care of you, kitten.” 

He was very careful not to let himself go completely. He was on the edge that separated the duality of what was his wolf and human side, trying to keep himself focused on the task. If he allowed his mind to wander like he wanted he didn’t know where his thoughts would have led him, what he would have done. It helped that he was desperate to get his mouth on her cunt, to feed from her directly. 

Her body was almost trembling before he’d even really gotten started. Which is exactly the kind of response he wanted from her. He knelt over her and licked his tongue up from her belly button to her breasts and repeated the action over and over again until there was a wet path from her hips to the tops of her nipples. She felt a pinch suddenly under one of her breasts and only saw the top of his head, dark curls as he nibbled her breast surely intending on leaving a bruise to match the other side.

“Harry!” She breathed out feeling herself spin out of control. 

His gaze landed on hers before he slowly made his way down her body again, his crystal green eyes piercing into hers. When he’d gotten to just above her hips she watched as he angled his face downward and she heard him inhale deeply. He brought his nose down to her hip and swiped it inward, along the seam of the top of her panties to the other side before sticking his long fingers into the band as he lowered his nose, dragging it over the wet fabric.

Y/N was losing her mind. This man wasn’t kidding when he kept telling her he wanted to go down on her, did he? The way he was nosing at her through her underwear had her squirming in expectation. She just knew he would be great at this. If he proved to be just as clueless as all the other guys that have tried going down on her, she’d just throw in the towel and become a nun at that point. There was just no way–

“Ah!” She moaned at the feel of him sucking her clit through her panties. How the fuck did he–

Harry was done teasing, both her and himself at this point. He needed her bare against his face. He pulled back and peeled the offending fabric off her, slingshotting it somewhere for later use. For now, he had the real deal right in front of him. Zeroing in on the very object of his desire, Harry’s brows furrowed.

He looked from her eyes to her pussy and then back again, pausing his movements after the fabric had been tossed to the floor. 

Y/N took note of his confused expression and sat up on her elbows, panicking. Was it her discharge? “What’s wr–”

“Where’s your hair? Does it come like this?” Harry looked down at her again and she felt him drag his finger through her wet crease and then over both her labia and whined, biting her lower lip at the feel. 

Y/N looked down at herself and then blinked her eyes. What was he talking about? “You mean- wait… the hair down here? My pubic hair?”

Harry's brows were scrunched and she’d never seen him look so bewildered, “Well, yeah. Your hair… it’s not here? You don’t have any?”

He was utterly confused. He was expecting to see a pretty and fragrant bush to stick his nose into. He’d never seen one bare and hairless before. 

“Well…” she laughed, now feeling confused herself. “I wax. That’s just the way I prefer it. I always keep it smooth like this.” He was acting as if he’d never seen her naked before. “Don’t you remember from back at the lake that first time?” she teased.

“Well, the truth is I didn’t actually see anything. I was just teasing you. I wouldn’t have looked, not like that without your knowledge.”

She closed her mouth and let his words sink in for a moment. So he hadn’t actually seen her. And all this time she thought he’d looked, that he’d seen her fully naked already. Harry was surely not anything like she’d expected him to be when she first met him that night in the woods.

Harry was still confused. Wax? He made a mental note to Google all this later on.

“Smooth…” he spoke quietly to himself as he licked his lips and kept his eyes on her pussy, his thumb slowly dragging through her folds. She was feeling quite vulnerable under his scrutiny. 

Harry wasn’t deterred, he was just caught off guard by her lack of hair. But not only could he smell her potent arousal dripping from her glands, but without the hair he could also see it peeking out from her soft crease as well as see her folds just below. It was pretty, he couldn’t argue that. He liked being able to see her and all her parts. But his preference was to be able to smell her deeply and her pubic hair would have enhanced his olfactory experience. 

It was a tricky one, he couldn’t make up his mind as to what he preferred more, but that wasn’t really his choice to make- if she preferred it this way then so be it-  so he snapped out of it and focused on the novel feeling.

He’d touched her before, sure, but without being able to see what he was doing he hadn’t realized something was missing. And now, seeing how pink and swollen she looked, and how she glistened waiting for him to dive in, he felt his mouth watering in anticipation.

“I’m losing my mind,” he muttered under his breath as he settled between her legs, “Look at you, so fucking perfect. Never seen a prettier pussy in all my life.”

It was true. And not because he could see all of her. She really was perfect to him.

He lowered his face just a breath away from her and she bit her lip in anticipation.

Harry looked at her, chancing it since they were in semi-darkness and he hoped she couldn’t make out the color of his irises should they turn bright. He needed to see her pretty face when he had his first proper taste of her. Never removing his eyes from her he stuck his tongue out and swiped it flat through her crease, from her opening to her clit and she keened at the feel and sight of it. 

And there was nothing polite about how he shoved his mouth and nose right in. He pushed her thighs apart and groaned deeply as his tongue poked into her creases and licked up every little bit of her arousal and cream. She sort of wished she’d showered before arriving at Harry’s but this was unexpected. The way Harry was consuming her was unexpected. 

Harry closed his eyes, wrapping his lips against her clit and sucking at it properly, without the fabric in his way, savoring the feel of her against his taste buds. He was hooked. Nothing came close to this. He felt himself tremble against her, his nose buried against her pubic bone. 

The feel of it made Y/N’s toes curl. She felt him mouth at her, grabbing her thighs and pushing her against his face, burying himself as far as he could go against her.

Harry grabbed her hands, never letting up his ministrations over her cunt, and brought them to his hair. He wanted her hands in his hair, pulling and pushing and guiding him. Not that he needed guidance.

Finally being able to taste her arousal direct from the source had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. It was luxurious. Decadent. Her pussy was a delicacy. Harry drooled over her clit and pressed his tongue over the hood and then flicked quickly as she gasped. He was listening for her cues as he couldn’t open his eyes to look at her. He wanted to keep watching her face but he was already losing himself. He could feel his animal nature take over and his eyes were surely golden. 

He loved how her tiny hole seemed to suck his tongue in, loved feeling all the slippery ridges on its way in and out of her, and he could only imagine how that would feel around his cock when he finally sunk himself inside of her. If he could even get its head to fit inside.

The very same head that was peeking from underneath the waistband of his pants. He knew better than to do this, but he felt like circulation was threatening to break, so he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly for some much-needed relief, but he didn’t touch himself. He knew that going down that road would be dangerous. He needed to keep himself in check.

“Fuck, Y/N. I need this every day,” his tongue swiped up and down in a messy path. His voice came out in a deep growl and Y/N felt as if her limbs would melt from the vibration of his baritone over her cunt like that.

Harry felt like he could go on licking at her sweet cunt forever. Just rest his head against her thigh and lap at it all day long. The feeling was so novel, she was so slippery and puffy, so swollen and pink and she kept on oozing the sweetest nectar for him. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of it, wanted to drag it out for as long as he could. But he knew better than to tease his little human when he felt her begin to pull at the roots, her fingers tightening in his hair.

“That’s it. Show me how you like it, Y/N. ‘Cause right now I’m doing what feels good for me,” he rutted against the mattress. It was true, he wasn’t even trying to get her off at this point. “Love eating this pretty pussy. If you let me have my way I’ll just edge you all day and never let you finish just so that I can keep my mouth on you for as long as possible.”

Y/N was losing her mind. How was this man real? She’d never experienced anything even remotely similar to this. She’d never heard herself moan and whine so loud and so much for any man, ever. The way he lapped at her felt like he was kissing her, lazy and sloppy and drawn out, with just the right amount of pressure to keep her tethering on the edge of ecstasy. So when he encouraged her to show him what she liked, she took it literally. She was so far gone, she didn’t even care at this point. She grabbed hold of his head by the roots of his hair and pressed herself harder against his mouth, bending her knees and spreading her thighs. Harry’s tongue dragging over her clit and slurping it in took her breath away. She had never had a man go in like he was.

Harry moaned at her boldness and his heart swelled at how well she was listening to what he wanted from her. He took note of how she urged his mouth further over her clit and applied more pressure a bit over to her pubic bone. He didn't need any further directives and replicated her movements exactly, noticing her whole body tightening at her impending release.

“Fuck, Harry. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he reveled at the way she closed her thighs around his head and pushed him flush against her as she came, making sure he wouldn’t pull away until he milked every little aftershock out of her. 

Her release on his tongue had him moaning and whimpering in slight pain, as he had to stop himself from purring. It physically ached to have to keep himself in check like this, but the way he kept rutting against the bedsheets was soothing him somewhat.

When he felt her go lax in his hold he swiped his middle and forefingers through her sticky folds and promptly sunk them into her without preamble. He didn’t bother taking off his rings this time around, wanting them coated in her sweet release as well.

Y/N’s back arched and she let out a yelp at the surprised intrusion. She was overstimulated and squirmed away from him, but Harry placed his other large palm over her abdomen, pressing her down into the bed, taking note to keep his thumb over her pubic bone as he did so, “You showed me what you liked, now be a good girl and let me show you what I like,” he stared her down with a smirk, his face glistening in her arousal.

Y/N was panting heavily, still not having come down from her high, and couldn’t find her words to try and stop him. The first two pumps of his fingers felt almost painful, but when he curled them just right against her front wall she groaned loudly, letting her head slump back into the pillow, and cried out in pleasure, “Oh, fuck, Harry! Yes!”

She dropped her mouth open and whined at the delicious feel of his fingers inside of her and his tongue on her. The sounds coming from her pussy were sticky and wet. Everything was so slippery between her legs and Harry was doing his best to lick it all up but she only produced more.

Moving his big hand from her abdomen he took both legs, pushing her knees nearly to her shoulders as he kept his other hand occupied in her cunt. 

It felt like she was being manhandled with the way he was contorting her body for his access. He growled as he lapped her up and then shook his head side to side, his lips and tongue slipping over her softness quickly.

Harry inched back to take another look. It really was pretty like this, to be able to see all of her bits. He went in tongue first and lapped upward again which made the prettiest noises fall from her mouth. He wanted to hear that from her every day. 

Looking down again, continuing to fuck into her with his long fingers, he angled her hips higher to get a good look at her other hole. So pretty. 

He removed his fingers as she groaned at the loss and he used his newly free hand to hold her hips in place as he licked from her asshole upward. Slow, wet strokes upward over and over again. Her flavor was exactly what he wanted. She was spicy and sweet and heady… 

Slowly, she began to drip down to her bum and Harry licked it all up, every little drip that fell from her pussy down to her ass he savored. 

Y/N was a blubbering mess. No man had ever licked her up this way. She’d had a few press their fingers to her bum but never anything like this. It shocked her when she first felt his warm tongue lapping at her bottom and through her cheeks. But by the time he reached her clit and then repeated licking her up again she was gone. She loved it. She never knew she’d love it. 

“Oh… fffffuck! Harry! Ahhh…” Her moaned words had him smiling into her pussy as he spread her apart to really get his tongue into her crevices. 

He let go of her thighs and her feet fell to the bed, but he kept her spread as he sat back. She looked down at herself, and just behind her shiny mound was Harry’s very large cock with its leaking tip. The weight of him had his slit nearly pointed directly at her. She clenched when she visualized him entering her and filling her up.

And Harry saw the way she looked at him. He knew what she wanted. He just couldn’t give in to that desire in that very moment. Not with his rut still lingering, even if he was at the tail end. 

Harry shook his head of those thoughts and knelt back, pressing his digits back inside of her, three this time, and watched her entrance part for him, “My little kitten needs this doesn’t she?” Harry looked into her eyes as he let his fingers fuck into her.

Her eyes were hooded and her lips were wet. Harry could tell she was struggling to answer but he was going to make her speak. He wanted to hear more of her voice while he brought her over the edge. She moaned and nodded.

Harry cocked his head to the side. He wanted to hear her. So he stopped thrusting, “Tell me, Y/N. Tell me you need this and I’ll make you feel so good.”

Y/N panted and began to writhe over his fingers, tipping her pelvis up to get more friction from his hand, but instead, Harry pulled it away and held her thighs down in warning.

She whined and scooted her bum in closer to him, “No. Don’t stop! I need it. Please.”

Harry grinned and licked his lips. His saliva was gathering in his mouth with the anticipation of lapping her up again

“Good fucking girl.”

He plunged his fingers back and attached his lips to her cunt once again. Lapping and sucking away. Y/N carded her fingers into his hair and found herself gripping tightly.

She whimpered when she felt him hit that little spot inside and lift slightly upward, causing her bum to rise off the blanket. With his free hand, he pushed over her abdomen again to hold her down. He was absolutely ravenous and the sounds he was making with his mouth as he slurped were vulgar. 

“Harry! Oh mmmmm… oh god!”

She began making incoherent noises, thrashing her legs about and arching herself off the mattress, but he kept pushing her down with his one palm while pumping into her just right with the other.

“Wait, wait! I’m– wait!”

Y/N felt like she was about to burst, quite literally so. She’d never been overstimulated before, and that was probably why she had this sensation- and it felt good, felt amazing, actually, but also felt like she had to escape him somehow. It was too intense. Like she’d never felt before.

When Harry pressed his palm and thumb harder just over where he was sucking at her clit and kept his fingers inside her pressing into her sweet spot, she felt the dam break. She convulsed against his mouth and her vision went blank for a moment. She cried out, and literally felt tears roll down her face at the amount of pleasure she felt.

Harry drank her all in and allowed his body to vibrate, purring at the intense pleasure, and felt his own release spurt against the bedsheet. He couldn’t help himself. The taste of her coming in his mouth made him climax harder than he thought possible. In fact, he hadn’t expected to come at all but here he was, once again, like an adolescent coming from nary a touch, hot sperm pouring out below him and soaking the blankets under him and making a mess of the jeans he hadn’t bothered to pull all the way down. He’d never experienced anything like it before, not even in his ruts. All his senses were overwhelmed, pleasure engulfing him entirely.

Y/N was shaking and crying and holding onto Harry’s head, her fingers like a vice grip in his hair, grinding her pussy on his face as she came undone like she never had before. 

Harry smiled and slowly lapped at her as she eventually released his hair and her moans settled to pants and small gasps and then silence until she was completely still and the way she’d slumped against the bed had him climb up her body in worry. She looked as though she’d passed out. He brushed her sweaty hair out of her face, and swiped his own sweat off his forehead using his forearm after watching a few beads drop into the groove of her clavicles. 

She fluttered her eyes open, taking in his concerned expression as her vision regained focus. She felt as though she could worship this man. If he could make her feel that kind of pleasure again she was fairly convinced there was nothing she wouldn’t be doing for him.

He sighed in relief when he saw her pretty eyes and then hummed in pleasure when she grabbed his face and kissed him thoroughly. She’d never kissed him quite as ardently before. He could feel every bit of her gratitude poured into the kiss. 

She hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him in and he chuckled against her mouth, “Greedy little thing. Wasn’t that enough for you? You nearly passed out!”

She whimpered. Somehow, she only craved him more now, “...Don’t you want me?”

Harry swallowed thickly. That was such a dangerous thing to blurt out of that pretty mouth of hers. But she was lucky he’d just come from seeing her squirt like that, otherwise, he would’ve been sure to impale her then and there.

“Is that even a question? Made me come against the sheets like a fucking teenager, you little minx.”

Y/N’s mouth fell agape at his admission, lowering her eyes between them. 

“But that’s mostly you. Soaked the bed right through.” He groaned and nipped at her jawline and Y/N stood up at that, making Harry slip to the side and chuckle at her surprise.

“No way!”

Harry raised an eyebrow at her in amusement, and couldn’t help his knowing smirk. She’d never had that happen before, and that made him infinitely pleased with himself. 

She couldn’t believe it. Somehow Harry had managed to not only meet but surpass her expectations beyond her wildest fantasies. She’d been convinced that kind of thing was more of an urban myth. She’d never been eaten out like that before. With such enthusiasm and skill. He was like an animal, uncaring of any decorum. It was exactly the kind of head she’d always wanted to receive but had been too shy to ask for previously. Harry just knew.

Looking back at him, she took him in. She did quite a number on him- he was a wet mess with pink, swollen lips, wrecked hair, and a look of satisfaction she was sure she wouldn't be able to wipe off his face if she tried. Her eyes lowered down his naked torso to his undone pants, and he was still sporting a semi. Her suspicions were proving right- this man would go all night and not stop until she passed out- she was sure of it now.

Harry took note of her wandering eyes, and her earlier actions and words weren’t lost on him either. She wanted him, all of him, and he was over the moon about it. But he’d come so far- he couldn’t ruin it now. He was on the final day of his rut and needed to be careful still. He wouldn’t give in in this condition, he needed to take his time with her, and although she was sufficiently prepared for him after those two spectacular orgasms he’d given her, he didn’t trust himself enough to actually slide his cock inside of her. He would not let up for hours on end if he did, and she simply could not handle that- despite how well she’d handled the way he’d coaxed her second orgasm out of her. 

No, he needed to do this right. He was thankful for coming like a teenage boy for the clarity of mind it gave him, but he needed to get her out of the apartment fast before it wore off and he no longer answered for his actions.

All in all, he was pleased with himself though. He’d proven more self-restraint than he knew he was capable of. Maybe he could prove to be a suitable partner for his little human, after all.

*

After taking showers separately, to avoid any further delay- Y/N’s reasoning, and to avoid his resolution snapping since it was already hanging by a very thin thread- Harry’s reasoning that he kept to himself, they drove back to her place in his car to get Eddie.

Y/N noticed that Harry was still being rather touchy-feely. Even while driving. He kept his hand at her thigh and she felt warm all over from the new feelings she was experiencing. She already knew she liked him, but this was more than just something casual and she figured they both knew it. They had a real connection.

“So, Eddie has been quite upset. I’m sure he just misses you. He’s definitely got separation anxiety. He’s only eating his treats now. Hasn’t had a full meal in a day. But he is drinking water and doing his business outside. I’m really glad you’re here, though. I think he’ll be happy to see you.”

“He hasn’t spent this much time away from me since I took ownership. I think he’ll be okay when I see him. I’ll make sure he eats something,” he said as he kept his eyes on the road.

Harry felt bad for the little one. He knew that his living conditions weren’t ideal at all for a near 6-year-old. He needed kids his age to play with, that would maybe encourage him to shift back. He was left alone for most of the days at the cabin, and Harry truly hadn’t found any other workaround for this issue. He had business to take care of, and his nephew wasn’t fit for that environment, he was way too young. But he also couldn’t leave him within the pack- he didn’t trust that he’d be safe there. The way his kind saw him as a bad omen for the fact that he couldn’t shift back after the accident in which he lost his parents really didn’t sit well with Harry at all. The cabin was an unknown place to his pack and he thought it a safer place for the little one than among his own kind- which was something to ponder on. 

But he thought he’d be having a grand ol’ time with Y/N. He knew she spoiled him. And that she’d play with him and pet him and shower him with her attention. But the truth was, Y/N didn’t know that Eddie needed more than that since he wasn’t a pet. She couldn’t, therefore, do the things Harry did with him- she didn’t talk to him the way Harry did, not to mention she couldn’t exactly shapeshift and run around the woods with him to play. Tug of war wasn’t nearly enough for the amount of energy he had to exert.

And the biggest issue probably was that the little one was worried he’d abandoned him, Harry thought. Although he’d explained to his nephew that he’d be staying with Y/N for just a few days and told him a number of times not to worry, that he’d be back soon- he was probably scared that he’d somehow lost Harry as well. And who could blame him after the trauma of losing his parents the way he did? Harry wished Edward would shapeshift if only to be able to speak and communicate what he was feeling, in hopes to maybe heal some of his trauma. 

But nothing could prepare Harry or Y/N for what they found when she unlocked the door to her apartment. With some difficulty, she pushed the door open. Looking down she noticed the carpet was torn to shreds as she inched the door open slowly. She gasped when she finally stepped into her entry. With the sound of a Nickelodeon cartoon playing as the backdrop to it all, she looked around to a completely destroyed living room. The rug under her couch was in shreds. The door frame to her bathroom looked like it had been pried off, and her curtains ripped down and turned to confetti. 

“Edward!” Harry shouted loudly making Y/N jump at the volume.

He took in the sight of her place- it was bad. The couch cushions were torn apart, the rug was shredded to pieces, every small piece of furniture was knocked over, her shoes at the entryway were all chewed up, her curtains were torn and bits were scattered all over, and walking further in, he saw the bedroom also hadn’t been spared. The only rooms that looked minimally affected by Edward’s tantrum were the kitchen and the bathroom and that was probably because he either couldn’t reach most of the stuff or they were just harder to destroy.

Y/N was in shock. Her place looked as though a Tasmanian devil had stormed through it. “Oh my God…” she covered her mouth in shock, trying to take it all in. 

Eddie was sitting in a corner in the bedroom, trying to hide but Harry had found him immediately. She walked in on them only to see Harry staring him down, and the pup trembling, curling in on himself.

“No! Don’t punish him!” Y/N ran towards the little one and took him into her arms protectively, shielding him away from Harry’s staredown. 

Harry was taken aback by her reaction. First of all, he wasn’t used to anyone coming in between him and his nephew. 

Second of all, nobody ever dared cut him off and try to defy what he felt was right in regard to someone from his pack. He was the one calling the shots, he would be the one deciding what punishment would be applied, and especially since Edward was his nephew, nobody would ever dare question his decision.

But, he wasn’t going to hurt him! So, thirdly, Harry was confused over why she thought he would do that, “... What did you think I was going to do?”

Y/N worried her brows and petted the pup who was still trembling in her arms, “I don’t know, but you scared him! Look how he’s shaking! He probably thought you were going to hurt him!”

“No, he didn’t!” Harry snarled, “I never laid a hand on him, what kind of person do you think I am hurting a harmless little creature like that?!” Edward wasn’t exactly harmless, but in comparison to Harry’s wrath, he would have been, so technically he wasn’t lying.

Y/N felt bad. “He just looked so scared and guilty, I couldn’t bear it… Sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like that…”

“He should be feeling guilty!” Harry snapped, looking at the little one trying to hide away from him in her arms, “What he did was bad! Look what he did! I can’t not address it and let him get away with it, and have him think it’s alright to do something like this!”

“... But he’s just a puppy!”

Harry gritted his teeth. He’s not just a puppy, but he couldn’t exactly tell her that, could he? No, he was a young little boy that needed to learn his actions had repercussions, and even though he would never physically hurt him, he would punish him. 

“Harry… Look, I get you’re upset, but it’s my house and even I’m not this upset! He’s just a puppy! He doesn’t know any better! He was already feeling out of sorts because he probably thought you abandoned him, and now that I was gone too, he panicked and threw a tantrum! You can’t really expect a little pup to control these urges! It’s not like he can rationalize any of this!”

This was frustrating Harry beyond belief. As it turns out, Edward could rationalize it very well and did it all very intentionally- although he could appreciate that he was just a child and couldn’t manage his emotions the way an adult would, he was still far more capable than just a pup to know right from wrong.

“I’m taking him back to the cabin where he can cool off and–”

“No! Harry, that’s cruel! All he wanted was for his owner to be back and now you’re just showing him he was right and that you are abandoning him! No, I won’t let you,” she snuggled him closer to her chest and Harry furrowed his brows ever deeper, conflicted over how to manage this situation.

On the one hand, he oddly loved how defensive she was about his nephew. Made him see how she would make for the perfect mother to their pups. He groaned in frustration, this was turning him on– and of course it was, with him being on the tail end of his rut and only squeezing in another release in his quick shower alone before they left Niall’s apartment. 

But at the same time, he didn’t know how to explain to her that she was mistaken and this kind of attitude would only serve to reward his bad behavior.

Harry knew Edward was far stronger and more agile than any typical dog or wolf. The wreckage didn’t surprise him all that much, truth be told. His nephew was quite hot-headed at times. A sweet kid, but could be a firecracker. And this was just the evidence of how pissed he was. He didn’t like not getting his way, as most children his age. And that combined with his wolf nature (not to mention he was an alpha) meant he could be extremely destructive under the right circumstances.

Pacing away, Harry tried to calm himself down. He couldn’t go about this the way he normally would. Their ways were much too brutal for humans- she would never understand that he’d be punishing the little one for his own good. After all, if Edward was going to be the pack’s alpha one day, he had to build character, discipline, strength, and endurance. He couldn’t just throw tantrums and destroy everything in his wake whenever something didn’t go his way- that would be absolutely catastrophic for him and everyone around him the more he grew up and the stronger and more ferocious he’d become. He’d absolutely made Y/N’s home uninhabitable.

And that’s when realization dawned upon Harry. 

Maybe what Edward had done could play to his advantage. Yes. Maybe he wasn’t so mad at his nephew, after all. He’d be sure to make a point out of why this was wrong later on, between just the two of them, but for now, Harry barely contained the smirk on his lips as he approached Y/N who was now sitting on her disheveled bed with the little one on her lap, petting him gently and whispering soothing words to him.

He feigned a frustrated sigh, “I guess you’re right. He was probably just frightened.” Harry crouched in front of the two of them and although his features had softened, he made sure to still give the little one a stern look, “It wasn’t very nice, though, was it Edward? Look what you did. How is poor Y/N going to fix this mess? Hm?”

Eddie was still giving Harry the puppy dog eyes, his muzzle on his paws, but at least he wasn’t cowering away anymore, and he’d stopped trembling, Y/N noticed. She kept petting his fur gently, and that probably helped too. She was relieved to see Harry had calmed down. And when he reached a hand to scratch behind the pup’s ear, she smiled. 

Harry noticed her smile and was happy for it, she didn’t want her to be distressed more than she already was, fearing he’d harm the little one. He still had an unpleasant taste in his mouth over the thought that she’d ever think him capable of that. Was he really that scary when he was furious? He hadn’t even done anything, just stared his nephew down, but the way she’d reacted had him thinking she genuinely feared he’d unleash his wrath on Edward.

“You’re lucky Y/N loves you. After what you did to her place, I’d boot you right out the window.”

“Harry!” Y/N laughed.

Harry raised his eyes to look at her properly from his crouched position, “I’m so sorry for this, Y/N. I honestly can’t believe he did this.”

Her smile faded somewhat, “I can’t believe it either, to tell you the truth. He’s been such a good boy all throughout. Yeah, he’s been a little whiny the past day or so, but he’s been a doll. I just can’t believe such a small little fluff ball is capable of something like this! I mean, I’ve heard stories of chewed shoes and cord cables, but this is… next level. Like, I don’t get how he was physically able to cause this amount of damage!”

Harry grimaced. She was right. A small dog would’ve never been capable of anything nearly as bad as this. But a wolf?... Harry actually thought Edward hadn’t even gone all out. Y/N hadn’t been witness to the way he could use his claws or the speed he could move at. His fangs hadn’t quite given in yet, but had this happened a few months later, her apartment would’ve been in a much worse condition. He’d have enjoyed chewing on all her chairs and tables on top of everything else he’d destroyed.

“I know. He’s never done anything like this. He must’ve really been upset, weren’t you, boy?”

Eddie pawed at his snout and Y/N melted, despite her upset. He was just too adorable to stay mad at.

“But I’ll take care of everything. Edward is my responsibility and he did this so I’ll replace everything for you. We’ll get the apartment repaired or pay your landlord directly. However you want to do it.”

Y/N looked over at Harry and offered a half smile. While it was nice of Harry to offer, many items were sentimental. She’d picked her furniture and her things out all on her own. And even if they weren’t the nicest quality, they were hers. But now a lot of things that she felt this small attachment to were gone. And sure it was just stuff, but it was a shock.

“This is going to cost a lot of money, Harry. Almost everything I own has been damaged. I’m just- shocked this happened. But it’s a good thing that I’ve got the overnight shift tonight and I’m leaving for a week on a work trip in the morning anyway. Won’t have to worry about this whole mess, at least for a bit.”

Harry shook his head, “Wait. What? You’re leaving?”

“Yeah. Every year there’s a field course and community engagement training. It’s to make sure everyone is up on the new rules and safety guidelines, new technology, animal handling… it’ll be my first one so I’m sort of looking forward to it. I was kind of worried you wouldn’t be back in time, you said you’d only be gone a few days and, well… I figured if you weren’t back I’d reach out to Niall or just change my flight. When you asked I didn’t think of how close I’d be cutting it.”

Harry was a bit dumbfounded. He thought he’d have her with him that night and… well- if he was honest, for good- not actually intending on having her move back into her apartment, as selfish as that was. This wasn’t what he envisioned at all. But he’d be patient. As much as he wanted to keep her with him indefinitely he knew that wasn’t going to work. If he had his way she’d quit her job and just be with him all day and all night. Unfortunately, humans didn’t do relationships like his kind did. She’d certainly find that to be too much.

Trying to keep himself calm at the sudden news he responded, “You would have done that for Edward? For me?… A whole week, huh?” 

Y/N could tell Harry was a bit taken aback, and even a touch disappointed. Which she honestly loved. Not that she loved to disappoint him, but that his response to her being gone was disappointment. Maybe she’d even give him a big treat when she returned because she’d certainly be missing him too. 

“Yes. Of course, I would have. It was my fault for forgetting. And yeah. A whole week. Maybe you can pick me up from the airport when I get back. If you wanted-”

“Yes, and I’ll drop you off at the airport too. Edward and I will come stay with you at the station tonight so you have some company. And so I can keep you safe.”

“Harry… that’s not allowed. And what are you keeping me safe from?” She laughed, he was being a bit overdramatic, “And besides, a few of us are riding with Nick to the airport in the morning.”

Harry’s jaw set at Nick’s name, “Well then that settles it for certain. I don’t trust him to drive you safely and besides you’re going to be gone for a week and we’ll miss you,” he spoke, and then looked down at his nephew in her arms, “isn’t that right Edward?”

Y/N continued to be surprised by Harry. She was taken aback at his candor.

He continued, “And I think it would be good for him to run around a bit. He needs some space to play and get all of his energy out, don’t you think? Come on…”

Y/N couldn’t hide the smile on her face. Of course, she wanted Harry and Eddie with her at the station. She could get into trouble, though. But Harry did make a good point about Eddie needing some space to run a bit. And no one had to know…

“Fine. I think that would be nice actually.”

Harry grinned widely at getting his way (he was used to getting his way) and stood up looking down at the two. The way she was treating his nephew was really tearing him apart. She was so good to him. And was she really going to cancel her work trip just so that she could stay with Edward? He gently placed a strand of her hair behind her ear and then caressed her newly exposed cheek with the back of his hand. 

“You won’t be able to stay here for a while, you know that right?” He tried to keep his voice quiet, as to not snap her out of her calm state.

She sighed, “I know. It’s… bad.”

“It really is. Like I said, I’ll replace everything, but it’s going to take a bit. You’ll come stay with us when you return, alright?”

Y/N stammered, looking up at him, “Harry… you don’t have to–”

“Shush.” He flicked the tip of her nose gently, “Go on, pack what you need for your trip. If he left anything intact, that is,” he raised a menacing eyebrow back at the little one and Y/N complied before Harry’s mood soured again. 

Bringing Edward into the kitchen while he let Y/N pack her suitcase he opened the fridge to find an untouched bowl of food meant for his nephew.

He placed it on the floor and pointed to it, “Eat. Now,” and then he lowered his voice and knelt to look his nephew in his eyes, “I don’t care if it’s cold. You need to eat. When I return to the kitchen I better see this bowl empty. And we’ll have a talk later about your little tantrum when we’re alone. You’re not off the hook.”

By the time they were ready to leave, Eddie had eaten the bowl of food and was lying on a set of shredded curtains close to the front door waiting.

“Oh, he’s eaten! I didn’t even realize. Well, at least we know what the problem was. I’d say this is an extreme case of separation anxiety. Poor guy,” Y/N patted his head. She was still quite bewildered and even a little upset over everything but she understood that canines didn’t think like people and so to him, this was his way of expressing his anxiousness at the sudden change and being away from his owner.

But the truth wasn’t as simple as she assumed.

*

Harry was still processing the fact that Y/N was leaving in the morning. He’d barely had her back into his arms, right where he wanted her, and now something would be taking her away from him again. He really felt like kicking something, but instead, he tried to push all those feelings down and savor what little time they had that night together. 

Being at the station wasn’t ideal. This was not at all the way he thought the night was going to play out. Maybe had this not been the last day of his rut- and maybe had he not just finally tasted her just mere hours ago, he’d be able to sober up and just enjoy her company without it having to be sexual. Because he did enjoy her company regardless of what they did, and he truly had missed her presence, her laughter- everything about her. It was just difficult keeping that in mind while he was continuously sporting a semi.

But maybe it was for the better, he reasoned. He wanted to do right by her, and even during the final hours of his rut, he wasn’t sure he could reign it in if she gave herself over to him completely.

However, having her gone for a whole week would definitely prove to be quite the test of his patience. Especially since she’d be going away with that man that was clearly infatuated with her. That didn’t sit right with him at all. 

Y/N had insisted on trying to tidy up the place at least a bit before they left and so they hadn’t had time to grab some early dinner before she had to report for duty at the station.

Lindsy was already inside the station when they arrived. She sat up straight at the desk and smirked at Y/N before standing up to round the desk, “Hi! I’m Lindsy,” she stuck her hand out toward Harry.

“I’m Harry,” he shook her hand politely.

“I’ve heard about you. Well, sort of. Seems like Nick’s got a run for his money…” she said as she grabbed her backpack from the hook.

Harry shot a look at Y/N who shook her head, “Nick is just a co-worker. Nothing more,” she reminded Lindsy, rolling her eyes.

“Well it’s clear he never had a chance,” she said looking at Harry and then back to Y/N, “but Nick certainly seems to think otherwise.”

“Okay. Well, great chat. See you tomorrow then?” Y/N was ready to get Lindsy out of there. She could tell that Harry was not happy about this revelation. 

“Yeah, sure. Oh!,” Lindsy paused and knelt down to Eddie, “Cute little pup we’ve got here. What breed is this? I didn’t see you before, little guy.”

“A mutt really. He’s very well-behaved,” Y/N spoke quickly. 

“A mutt… hmm…” she inspected the pup a bit, scrubbing his head and then lifting up the jowls to see his teeth.

Harry scooped Edward up when he realized the woman was prodding at his nephew like he was a show animal. 

“Are you also going on this work trip Y/N’s been telling me about?” Harry spoke, distracting her from the little one.

“Yes, I am! Gotta go pack, I always leave that last minute… bad habit, I guess.”

Harry nodded feigning interest, “Well then, I’ll be coming back around tomorrow morning to drive Y/N to the airport. Do you need a lift too?” He didn’t want her coming along but he was warned he needed to act as if he was leaving so no one suspected that he’d stayed all night. 

“Ah, I wouldn’t dream of third-wheeling. Nah, I’ll ride with Nick. Thanks, though. Have an easy one, Y/N!” Lindsy waved as she stepped out of the station.

“So Nick is still bothering you?” Harry placed Edward back down.

Y/N shook her head, a small grin on her face as she sat at the desk starting to go through some paperwork she needed to sort out. He was jealous when he didn’t need to be, “He’s not bothering me. I don’t know what he and Lindsy talk about but he’s kept his distance after you followed him to the bar,” she teased.

Harry believed her but he didn’t trust the guy. Especially now that he knew they were all going away on some work trip together for a week he was sure Nick would try something with her. Because of course, the coward would wait until they were out of state. 

He sat across the desk from Y/N and just looked at her. He’d watched her without her knowledge on several occasions. And he hadn’t been lying to her about not having looked when she was getting into the water while she was skinny dipping, unaware of his presence there yet. Even then, he knew he wanted to see her like that when she would inevitably give herself to him. And that was precious to him.

He enjoyed studying her while she was busy with something else. When she knew he was looking, she’d sometimes shy away under the intensity of his gaze. Because Harry wasn’t the kind to be subtle about it. He drank her in any chance he got. And sometimes, when he’d say something to compliment her she’d blush and even maybe make a joke to try and deflect. But to his surprise, she wasn’t like that in the bedroom. Whenever she’d turn to putty in his arms and he’d get her worked up, she’d blossom under his eyes. He’d whisper the lewdest things into her ear and she’d only grow more bold and sensual. He loved that she didn’t shy away from him then, and gave in to her instincts. It was quite the sight to behold.

Harry shifted in his seat, readjusting himself. He was in for a long night sleeping next to her when he knew he couldn’t really touch and taste the way he craved to. But he did look forward to just holding her. Something he’d have never thought he’d be into, especially while in his rut. 

“Harry, you’re staring.”

“I know I am.”

Y/N scoffed amusedly, “Well, don’t. You’re distracting. You’re the one who insisted on coming, but I got some work to take care of first, so don’t even think about complaining.”

“I’m not complaining.” He crossed his arms, refraining from doing just that.

“Please, I can practically hear your thoughts.”

“Pretty sure you’d be blushing and squirming in your seat if you could hear my thoughts. But alright.” He stood up while she tried hiding her reaction to what he’d just told her. “I’ll go grab us some dinner while you’re at it.”

“No need to, we’ll just order something in.”

Harry grimaced, “You mean takeaway? That’s basically more of that horrid concession stand food. No, I’ll call ahead and order and then drop by one of my favorite restaurants. Have them cook us something that’s actually edible. This little guy also needs something after we exercise him a bit later tonight. Can’t exactly feed him french fries, can we?” Edward whined at the mention of fries but Harry ignored his pleas, “Is it ok if he stays here while I’m gone?”

“Of course. Alright, that sounds good. Thank you.”

Harry would never get tired of her oh so politely thanking him for what he felt was his natural instinct- in this case, to provide for her. He loved the way it sounded coming out of her mouth and he wondered if he could find a way to get her to thank him in bed, also. Maybe after she swallowed all of his warm come. The thought sent a shudder down his spine.

Instead, he winked at her and got going before he let that thought take over and he had her reenact it. 

*

Harry never thought he’d stoop so low. He actually had to use the restaurant’s (quite lavish) restroom to rub one out. If he was going to behave tonight, he needed to get that idea he’d been obsessing over on the ride there out of his head somehow. It did help him calm down somewhat, and the drive back to the station was a lot more comfortable.

When he got back, Y/N called out to him that she was out back, and he found her on the porch watching Edward run around close to the station where she could “keep an eye on him”, which Harry found adorable. If anything, his nephew was the one guarding her, but she was cute to think it was the other way around.

She’d set a blanket down and told him they could have “sort of a picnic” which he also found endearing. They unwrapped the delicious food and then called out for the little one so that he could eat too, and Eddie gobbled his food down and then promptly resumed running around like a wild banshee, “Edward! Stay where I can see you!” 

Y/N looked over at Harry in confusion as she chewed her food. She knew it was unlikely Eddie would understand what he was saying, but she realized that somehow he always just listened to Harry no matter what. Even then. Eddie stayed where they could both see him as he zoomed back and forth, tongue wagging and dirt flying in his wake.

Harry noticed the faraway look in her eyes and figured she must’ve been thinking about her home and how everything was ruined. She’d been very understanding of the whole situation and put her love for Eddie first and the way she reasoned he was just a puppy and didn’t know any better was really mature of her- but even so, she had every right to be upset about it. It was her home, and it was now practically inhabitable. While she’d cleaned up and thrown out most of what wasn’t salvageable, with his help, he saw her becoming progressively more worried and sad. He hated seeing her like that. He wished he could fix it. And he intended on doing just that, but he needed a bit of time. He even had her give him her spare key so that he could have some over to deep clean while she was gone- even though he planned on doing much more than just that. So maybe her work trip was beneficial in a way. He’d have time to plan it all out and surprise her when she got back. But he couldn’t tell her about it, to ease her mind. Not yet.

“You didn’t have to go all out like this, Harry. It’s pretty gourmet for the setting,” she chuckled, but he could tell it had pleased her. Even if she ended up barely nibbling at her food. She was more upset than he’d realized.

He brought his hand to the nape of her neck and massaged her reassuringly, “Try not to worry. It’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

She smiled and nodded, keeping her sight on the forest, “I know. It’s just things. Not like anyone was harmed. I’m happy Eddie seems to be back to his normal self.” She kept her eyes on the little one, roaming freely through the woods, “He looks pretty happy now. I took him outside and let him play for however long he wanted to, but I guess it’s just not the same. I can tell he’s used to you taking him along on hikes, even as small as he is. He’s got a lot of energy for a pup.”

Y/N then turned to look at him properly. She appreciated him so much. He was so good to Eddie, and he really did his best. And he was really good to her too. He made sure to feed her actually nutritious food, insisted on coming along to “keep her safe”, was sad to hear she had to go for her trip. And then… everything that had happened earlier that day. She couldn’t get over how incredibly handsome he was. His eyes and his skin, his hair, his broad shoulders, and his voice. And he was so caring and kind with her yet an absolute beast in the bed. 

Harry pulled her to sit in his lap, he needed her closer with the way she was looking at him, “My uncle’s got a lot of land. He lives about a six-hour drive from here. I’ve been thinking of sending Edward to him. I think he’d thrive with all that room to run and other… animals around to play with. I think he’s too much canine for me. Especially after seeing what he did to your apartment-”

“Oh, Harry! Don’t give him away just because of that! I promise that’s-”

“It’s not just the apartment, Y/N. I’ve been considering this since before I met you. He’s a lot to handle. And I love him but I think he’d be happier with my uncle. I think it would be for the best. Honestly. The apartment thing is just sort of making me see that stuff like this might continue to happen. He’s stressed. I can’t always be around. Sometimes he’ll need to be with other people to watch him and I feel like he’ll have a better life if he can have more stability.”

“Six hours? That’s quite the trek. When were you thinking of doing this? Does your uncle know?”

“Yeah, six hours. Well, soon. Haven’t decided on it for sure yet, but I think soon. I’d need to make arrangements with my uncle. And yeah, I’ve spoken to him about it. He told me originally he’d take Edward. After my brother and his wife… well, Lester, that’s his name, my uncle’s name, told me that he’d take Edward. I just hadn’t gotten around to it. Thought I could take care of him on my own but I don’t know that it’s possible anymore. Not without making him miserable."

It did pain Harry to even consider it but Edward was not thriving being protected and hidden away the way he was. Harry did his best to play with him, teach him, hunt with him… but he needed children his own age around. Children who were like him. No one in Harry’s pack would let their young play with Edward or even be around him. And he wouldn’t trust them to even if they did.

He would miss seeing the little guy every day but what options did he have? 

Y/N nodded and took Harry’s hand, “I guess that makes sense. You’re probably right. He’s not just a regular dog, which I’m sure you’re aware of. He needs more than what he’d get in a typical domestic household and he’s only going to get bigger and stronger,” she paused and sighed, “Can I come with you? When you take Eddie to your uncle’s?”

He nodded, “Of course. We can go together.”

Y/N smiled and squeezed his hand and noted that he was still a bit clammy, “Are you still feeling unwell?”

Harry chuckled, “I’m fine. Much better after you let me have a dose of my medicine,” he smirked as he spoke.

She faltered for a moment and felt her face and ears grow hot at his comment, “If you say so. Just let me know if you need anything though. Like real medicine, I mean,” she laughed. 

“Always trying to take care of me,” he spoke quietly and let his gaze linger on hers. He was falling hard for the girl. And while his hormones were still a bit unbalanced, he knew that his feelings were real. Which made the guilt of his secrets and lies eat at him. 

“Well, I like you. I just want to make sure you’re okay,” she smiled up at him.

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew that, of course- that she liked him. But what he felt for her was so much more than that. He didn’t want to scare her off with the intensity of his feelings, which would probably seem like too much this early on. 

It frustrated him. Humans were so peculiar. He remembered reading online about that and how that had left him even more confused. They liked to take things slow, but they also didn’t like to be kept waiting for some kind of commitment. What did that even mean?

His eyes lowered to her necklace that she had sitting overtop her blouse, he noticed she liked it on display when she wasn’t working. It was her little way of showing the world that she was spoken for. Maybe she didn’t realize it, maybe it was just an unconscious thing she did on instinct- which actually pleased him immensely. Maybe it wouldn’t be too soon. Maybe if he claimed her, she’d like it. 

He didn’t like the idea of her going away like that, far enough that he couldn’t reach her easily even with his inhuman speed, and be amongst men (real men, not Nick who wasn’t nearly good enough for her), men that could try their luck with her. And who was to say she wouldn’t give them a chance? After all, in the human world what they had was seen as casual. Dating wasn’t an explicit commitment and sometimes humans would date multiple people at once, he remembered reading.

So, although that was absolutely appalling to him, he couldn’t really blame her if she went and did just that, could he? This was the norm for her kind. 

Harry cleared his throat, playing with the rings hanging from her neck, “Will you wear these while you’re away?”

Y/N grinned at that. For some reason he really liked her wearing his rings. She tried not to let her mind wander with how she could interpret that and what deeper meaning it may have, but when he kept bringing it up again, it was hard not to. “Do you want me to?”

Harry looked deep into her eyes then, “I want you to. I want you to keep them, and wear them like this. And if anyone asked, I’d like it if you told them they’re from me.”

Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion as she smiled, “And how would they know who that is?”

“They don’t need to know me by name. All they need to know is who I am to you.”

Y/N blinked, wetting her lips, “And what’s that?”

“Lover. Boyfriend. Your man. Whatever you want to call me, that’s what I’ll be.”

Y/N tried containing her wide smile if only to kiss him properly. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with all she was worth. The way he’d said it made her heart flutter like never before. She never knew how much she’d needed to hear him say it until he did, how much she needed to clear the air. She knew she must’ve meant more to him than just something casual by the way he’d opened up to her slowly but surely, and she could tell that wasn’t something that came easy to him. But for some reason, she didn’t allow herself to hope for more. She still couldn’t believe he would even be interested in someone like her, let alone want something serious with her. She’d never tell him, and she had this way about her- pretty self-assured and confident in her independence, but she always thought he was out of her league. So even though her heart secretly hoped for this, she never entertained the idea, just to spare herself the heartache.

Harry felt immense relief at her response. He’d been so nervous bringing it up. What if she hadn’t been on the same page? What if she thought it was too soon? What if he ruined everything with rushing things? But the way she was kissing him, he could tell she’d been waiting for this. He felt silly, then. He’d went and done the same mistake as with their “date”. Went and listened to outside sources telling him how he should go about things, when all he needed to do was listen to his instincts, instead. They’d never led him astray with her so far. She was always seemingly on the same page with him, despite their differences.

“Yeah, you’re mine?” He asked between kissing her just as ardently back.

“You know I am.” She breathed, her heart melting at how happy he sounded. He really wanted this, wanted her. She felt like the luckiest woman in the world. 

Harry couldn’t believe his luck. If he played his cards right, he’d be able to make this work. He’d make sure of it. He knew just what he had to do. He was done denying his instincts when it came to her. She was his mate. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. He meant what he told her- he’d be what she wanted him to be. And he knew that couldn’t be what he currently was. If it meant turning his whole world on its axis for her, he’d do it.

Later when he had her in his arms while she slept, he didn’t even want to waste time sleeping when he could look at her and take in the sight of her against his chest instead. She nuzzled into his sparse hair there and almost immediately fell asleep. She must’ve been exhausted, what with Edward keeping her up for most of the night before, and the whole mess at her apartment, and not to mention the way he’d had her nearly pass out from pleasure. He smiled to himself, knowing that was probably the main reason for the way she’d dozed off right away the moment he secured his arms around her in that sad excuse for a bed. In which he barely fit alone, his legs hanging off the margin, and she had to lay more atop of him than on the actual mattress- but he loved the excuse that provided him with to hold her as close as he did. 

He’d reassured her that he’d keep an eye out when he insisted on her sleeping properly before her trip. She needed to be well rested. But with the way he always slept so soundly next to her, he was worried he wouldn’t be able to sleep with one eye open, so to say, as he normally did. So he whispered to Edward that he was to keep watch for the night. “You owe Y/N for what you did to her place.”

The little one grunted but knew better than to further object. 

*

Y/N woke up to Harry shifting behind her, moving his arm from under her. She sat up and turned to look at him, “What time is it?”

Harry chuckled and stretched his arms overhead, not worried in the least, “About an hour before any of your co-workers show up. You’re fine. Don’t worry.”

After making a pot of coffee and pulling her hair into a ponytail she splashed water on her face as she heard Harry and Eddie coming back inside.

“Looks like Nick the prick is here. Just saw him pull up as we were coming back in.”

She chuckled and rolled her eyes at Harry’s attempt to make fun of Nick’s name. Yet again.

Harry was holding Eddie in his arms when Nick walked through the door, “What are you doing here? Non-employees are not allowed to camp out at the station.”

“He’s not camping out. He got here just a bit ago. He’s taking me to the airport.”

“I thought we were all riding together. Would have been nice to know you weren’t coming with.”

Harry shook his head and stepped in toward Nick, “Why does it concern you if she goes with you or not? You’re taking others, are you not?” Nick nodded and opened his mouth to speak but Harry continued, “So back the fuck off. Don’t try and make her feel bad that she had other plans.”

“Harry…” Y/N put her hand on his elbow and squeezed.

“I could’ve offered her spot to someone else, had I known! I was just making a point. And what’s with this…” Nick diverted his attention to the little one. “What kind of canine is this even? Is this legal for you to own?”

“Nick-” Y/N warned, standing in front of Harry and Eddie, “Stop. Harry’s being nice to take me to the airport. I asked him to. I’m sorry I was inconsiderate and didn’t think to give you a heads up. Just…we have a long day ahead of us. Let’s not start this trip on the wrong foot.” And with that, Y/N grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him outside, with Eddie trotting along.

“I didn’t like his little guilt trip. And if he talks to you like that again, tell me.” Harry gave her a pointed look.

She shook her head and laughed. Just then another vehicle pulled into the employee parking area with Tom, Lindsy, and Allen. 

“Hi guys!” Y/N waved as they got out of their car and Tom popped the trunk to take out their suitcases.

Lindsy gave Y/N a very knowing look and then directed her gaze to Harry who was wearing the same clothes as he was the night before. Y/N knew Lindsy was probably on to them, but she trusted she’d keep it to herself. After all, what was her colleague going to do? Just bring it up out of the blue that her boyfriend was wearing the same clothes as he was when he dropped her off for her night shift?

When Karl arrived to take over at the station, Y/N waved at everyone and climbed into Harry’s car. She just wanted to get out of there. Nick’s attitude was starting to rise up again when he mentioned something about Eddie to Tom, and then Tom took note of the odd pup as well. 

Harry wanted to drive her back to Niall’s and tell her she wasn’t allowed to go. If she were his mate in his pack he wouldn’t permit it. Never. Not with Nick acting like a fool and looking at her like she was his to ogle. He hated it. Hated to be polite and allow her to do her own thing. Hated to abide by the rules of modern humans, but what choice did he have? If he wanted her he needed to go about this relationship in a way that was comfortable to her. But to his surprise, the real reason why he wasn’t giving in to his caveman tendencies was because he wanted her to prefer him over anything else. He wanted her to come back to him. Wanted her to choose him every single time instead of him making the choice for her. It was the only way any of it had any true meaning to him, as well.

When they got to the airport Y/N insisted on just dropping her off at the front. Harry tried to argue that he could park and walk her in but she let out an aggravated sigh, “Harry. Just drop me off. It’s so much easier this way. Plus, the moment I get in I’m going to be standing in a line, checking in, and then finding my gate, which you aren’t permitted to do with me anyway. So what’s the point in parking and walking me up to the line to check in? Seriously.”

He hated all of this. All of it. He didn’t want to be away from her for a week. What would he do for a whole week without her (as if he hadn’t lived all of life without her until only very recently)? He begrudgingly stalled the car and went to take her suitcase from the back.

Y/N barely managed to pry it out of his hands, and she could tell he was sulking. And she was sad to go too. She’d been so excited for this trip, but now she wished she could stay back, with him. But she needed to put on a brave face for the both of them. “I’ll text you when we land, and I’ll call as soon as I get a chance to. Okay? Thank you for driving me. And for being so understanding. I know Nick rubbed you the wrong way. You don’t have to worry about him, though. Alright? I’m yours, remember?”, she smiled at him and watched him smile in turn at that.

She kissed him goodbye and waved at Eddie who was plopped on the back seat, and Harry watched her enter the automatic doors to the airport entrance. Someone honked their horn at him to get a move on but he just flipped them off as he watched her turn to the left once she got inside. The front of the entry was all glass so he could still see her. He watched as she walked toward the check in counter and when she was finally out of view he sighed and got back into his car, driving off with an ache in his heart.

*

The following evening Y/N called Harry, keeping to her word. She had been out of breath and was laughing when he answered the call.

“Harry! How are you and Eddie?” Her sweet voice instantly calmed him, but he was not a fan of her laughing at someone else while he was so far away.

“We’re great.”, a lie. “How’s training?”

She told him a bit about the first day of training. Mentioned the tiny hotel room with two single beds and how she’d been put in a room with Nick, “It’s really just my luck. He’s so annoying. I thought they’d stick me with Lindsy but there’s another new girl that just started on, who I haven’t met yet, and they thought it would be better for her to be with Lindsy and so I’m stuck with,” she paused and lowered her voice, “Mickey.” She laughed into the receiver.

That didn’t sound funny to Harry at all. He was about ready to book a ticket and get out there himself. Book a nice suite for the two of them so he could keep an eye on her. His heart sank when he learned she was in the same room as him. This was the kind of thing his kind wouldn’t put up with. Harry needed to calm himself when he heard another voice in the background, which he knew as Nick’s.

“They put you in a room with him?! What hotel are you in? I’m gonna call and book you your own suite–”

“No! Harry, it’s fine. Plus, this is a small motel. All the rooms are booked because of this training going on. There’s nothing to book for me.”

“Oh, I guarantee I can find you another place to stay.”

“Harry… it’s not necessary. Seriously. I’m just… keeping my distance.” 

He heard the voice again, closer this time… Are you talking to your boyfriend? We’re about to leave. 

Harry couldn’t help his claws sharpening at that, “Let me talk to him. He doesn’t get to boss you around. Fuck that. Hand the phone to him-”

“Harry… really, it’s okay! I do need to go, though. We’ve got a group dinner and then we’re doing a nightime hiking safety and rescue so we won’t be back for hours. Then an early morning tomorrow, but I can call you tomorrow midday. I’ll have some free time.”

Harry sighed heavily into the receiver. He’d never felt so helpless before. He begrudgingly let her go, and then plopped back on his bed defeatedly. His actual bed, back at the preserve. He couldn’t believe he was letting this happen. His girl was sleeping in the same room as this guy he knew for sure was trying to have his way with her. There was no way Nick hadn’t been behind this whole arrangement. It sounded exactly like the kind of pathetic thing he’d try and pull.

Harry was used to taking things into his own hands and getting them done the way he wanted. But he couldn’t do that with Y/N. He had to shift his thinking if he didn’t want to scare her away. Even though he promised a commitment of sorts to her, by making her his girlfriend, she was still free to do as she pleased.

He was fairly certain that what he had planned, though, would make her want to commit to him even more. Prove how serious he was about them and maybe alleviate all her remaining reluctance to give in to him fully.

Harry had already been planning on getting his own place, as he’d previously told her. A house, as opposed to the apartment he’d led her to believe was his, when in fact it was Niall’s. He needed his own place in town, and if initially he’d have thought to buy an apartment, he now knew he actually couldn’t confine himself in such a small space. And if his plan were to work out, he definitely wanted something much larger.

So Harry realized he needed to make a move to buy a place as soon as possible. 

As he couldn’t exactly resort to those in his suborder for recommendations, and Niall’s taste was clearly quite different to his, Harry googled real estate agents and houses for sale. He was overwhelmed. There was a lot. In all price ranges all over town and in the county. Some with land, and others with only a small yard. 2-car, 3-car, 4-car garages… Swimming pools…

Harry dialed the number of a real estate agent, a sort of random pick really. The ad said ‘Luxury Homes’ and that sounded exactly like what he was going for. He just needed someone to help him with this. Someone who could share with him only homes he liked. He didn’t want to waste his time going to house after house after house to decide. 

Listening to the hold music, Harry tapped his fingers on his thigh and waited.

“Archie speaking!”

The man’s overly excited voice grated at Harry immediately. Besides, what kind of a name is that?

“Hi, I’m Harry Styles”, he didn’t need to, but he felt like making a point of what a name should sound like. “I’m looking for a house to buy. Very quickly too. Like, a few days' time. A week, tops.”

“Oh… well, I’m sorry, sir, but unless you can pay cash I doubt that any–”

“I have cash. What kind of luxury houses can you show me today?”

“... Oookaaaay. If you’re in the market for luxury homes you’d need to have an awful lot of cash on hand, sir. We’re talking millions.”

“I have the cash. Can you find me a house? If not, I’ll go elsewhere.”

“No, we can work with you! It’s just that we don’t get a lot of cash offers, but let’s see what we can do for you!”

As it turned out, Archie was just as annoying in person. He only had one house to show Harry that very first day because he needed to get keys and set up a showing for Harry for the others.

The first house wasn’t to Harry’s taste. It was a complete waste of his time and he told Archie as much. 

“I need the finest finishes and high-end appliances. A very large master bedroom. Landscaped garden in the back. Something a woman would walk into and fall in love with.”

Archie nodded, “Of course, sir! We have a few I can show you tomorrow. I think you’ll find at least one of them suitable.”

Just as he was leaving, feeling nearly defeated that he hadn’t been able to look at more houses on his first try, Y/N was calling.

Harry answered the call with the in-car Bluetooth speakers. Hearing her voice made him feel relaxed and quite a lot more calmed after that disaster of a house Archie had shown him. 

She told him about her night hike and then the class they took that morning. She told him she missed him and that a few people had admired the necklace and asked her about the rings which she then got to flaunt, to which Harry grinned widely. 

Speaking to her only made him more determined. Archie had told him he’d be seeing three more houses the following day, their most lavish homes, so even if Harry didn’t necessarily trust that the agent knew what he wanted, he hoped these “lavish” homes were really up to his standard.

Harry had hoped Y/N would call again before going to bed, but she didn’t. It made him ache and feel a tightening in his chest. Though she was his girlfriend now, and he trusted her, he still hated Nick being anywhere near her. He was really exercising every bit of his restraint with this whole situation. She was his, and that was simply unacceptable to him that any male would even breathe in her proximity, let alone sleep next to her! 

And Nick was the least of his concerns. At least he knew she wasn’t in the least interested in him, and after all- how could she be? When her taste in men was clearly very different. No, what had him worried was the people he didn’t know about. The other rangers she’d be meeting from across the country at this training program. Surely there must have been other specimens, far better than Nick, around her. After all, officers were quite similar to himself in many ways, for the most part. They were in good physical shape, fairly strong, disciplined, adventurous, courageous… And the list went on. Nick was just an exception to the rule, and he knew it.

He imagined her laughing to some other man’s jokes, the way she was when he’d picked up the phone that time, and it made him run his claws into one of his pillows, sending feathers flying everywhere while he lay in bed that night trying, and failing, to fall asleep.

As different as they were, human men did share a lot of his kind’s primal tendencies. They were also heavily driven by their sexual urges, and Y/N was very attractive. On top of that, she was intelligent, empathic, funny. And she had a very strong character. Quite an unique career for a woman to choose, very physical and challenging. She was ambitious and independent. He knew she was a catch, for any man. Of course, she’d have men fawn all around her. And when men saw something they liked, they acted on it. Just like his kind. 

Just like he’d done. 

Harry felt like laughing sardonically at the way he’d thought the rings could ever deter someone from trying their luck with her. If she’d have shown those rings to him and told him her boyfriend gave them to him he’d have just laughed it off and tried to steal her away anyway. And he wouldn’t have stopped till he’d made her his.

“I’m yours, remember?”, he replayed the way she sweetly told him that just before kissing him at the airport. He tried very hard to remember. Had it not been for the project he was about to undergo back there, he’d have flown to her no matter what. He felt like he was sitting there with his arms crossed while some schmuck was trying his luck with her at any given time. 

He’d never felt more helpless. And that was not a feeling he’d ever experienced before.

*

The following day, after a meeting with a few from his council, he met up with Archie at the first house. It was far nicer than the one he’d seen the previous day, but it still wasn’t quite right. 

Harry’s patience was wearing thin. He’d barely slept a wink that night and if this guy wasn’t going to deliver, he didn’t know how he’d handle it; all he knew was that it wouldn’t look good for the agent. He didn’t have time to waste. He needed to get everything done by the time she got back. He needed it to be perfect.

The second house had the most beautiful back garden with flowers, trees, bushes, high privacy fence with vines all over. And the interior was even nicer. High ceilings and wood beams, big windows overlooking the back garden, wide plank wood floors, a chef’s kitchen that rivaled his own at the preserve, a spa master bathroom, and the master suite was to die for. Harry wasn’t one to exaggerate how he felt about something. 

Archie even told him the master suite was to die for. And Harry agreed. He could put blackout curtains along the sitting area and fit the biggest bed right in the middle. He envisioned what it would look like with Y/N lying in there on the bed, naked and smiling and motioning to him to come to her. 

“Okay. This is the one. How much?”

Archie paused his speech and turned around, “Really? Uh… okay! Well, let’s go downstairs and crunch some numbers. I’m gonna make a call and since you’re paying cash I bet we can knock off a bit from the asking.”

Harry was ready to kill someone. He was paying in cash but the bank still had to verify where the funds were coming from. So he couldn’t take possession until a few days later when he was able to provide a document for proof of where the money was coming from (thanks to Niall’s help with that - something else Harry was clueless about).

He used the time to get Y/N’s apartment cleaned, the carpet replaced, torn and broken furniture removed, and many of her items that were untouched packed and ready for her to move in with him, should she want to. After all, this was the scope of this whole project. And if she wasn’t ready for that step yet, at least she’d have a clean, re-furnished place to come back to- he’d made it even nicer than before, but was careful not to overdo it. After all, he didn’t want to shoot himself in the leg with it.

Once he got the green light on the new house, though, he went into it full force.

*

Y/N was a little worried at the way Harry had been short with her on the phone for the remainder of her trip. He always seemed like he was in a hurry to get off the phone with her. It didn’t sit well with her and she was beginning to feel insecure. Maybe the time away from him was a bad idea, or he’d found someone else, or maybe lost interest? She couldn’t understand it; and so when she called him the day before she was due to fly home and got his voicemail, she felt her heart sink. He didn’t call her back. And so she half expected that he wouldn’t be there to pick her up at the airport the following day. 

She was tempted to mention to Nick that she might need a ride but didn’t want to speak that into existence. And she didn’t need Nick making any comments either. Plus she still had hope that he’d be there, waiting for her like he said he would. 

*

Harry was pleased with the furnishings he had brought in and arranged. He directed the interior designer on where he wanted things because he was far too particular about it. And he could hear the disappointment in Y/N’s voice when he told her he had to get off the phone. Which pained him, but he was doing all this for her. He couldn’t wait for her to return to see what he’d done for her. 

He had Niall over to show him around and celebrate getting everything done in the nick of time (pun unintended). Harry had cooked something in preparation for Y/N's return in the state of the art new kitchen and he was absolutely thrilled about it. He gave his nephew his share and then set the table for himself and his friend, going over all the obstacles he’d faced to see this project come to light in such a small amount of time- without abating from quality and all the things he’d envisioned for this house when he’d set out to buy one in the city. 

Niall had reluctantly returned to his apartment the morning Y/N left for her trip. There was no reason for Harry to use his place anymore when he could easily drive into town from the preserve. In addition to that, he got to take care of some of the pack responsibilities he’d been neglecting. As it turned out, Niall had thoroughly enjoyed his stay at the Peregrine. Maybe a little too much based on the bill Harry received for everything. 

Calling his nephew into the room after they’d finished eating (he’d wandered off once he’d finished his own serving), he informed his friend, “You’ll watch Edward for me tonight. I have to go pick up Y/N and then I’m going to show her the new house.”

“Oh so this is the real reason behind this celebratory feast, eh? You’re hoping you’re gonna get lucky?” Niall elbowed him, wiggling his eyebrows.

Harry rolled his eyes but downed a glass of water in large gulps. Was he ever.

*

Harry stood at the spot where Y/N would be exiting the terminal with all the other people waiting for their friends or loved ones. At Niall’s suggestion, he bought her a lavish yet tasteful bouquet of flowers and had even handpicked some wildflowers he knew she’d enjoy. He was holding them at his side when he saw her walking hastily with her carry-on being rolled behind her. 

She had a small frown on her face and she looked disheveled. Harry hoped everything was okay. He waved as she walked toward him but she hadn’t yet seen him in the crowd. So he stood up straight (he had a tendency to hunch his back a tiny bit when he was standing near humans so as to blend in a bit), and stepped away from the balding man who stood in front of him.

The moment her eyes landed on his dark curls she brightened. Her face lit up and she hurried toward him, “Harry!... You came!”

Harry pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple, “Of course I did. Said I’d be here.”

Y/N backed away so she could look up at him, “Yeah but you didn’t call me back last night. And you’ve been so busy on the phone the last few days I thought… I don’t know… just wasn’t sure you’d be here. I’m so happy you are, though!” She threw her arms over his shoulders again just as Nick walked by, with Lindsy behind him.

Harry smirked at the scowl on Nick’s face and nodded to Lindsy as he picked up Y/N’s carry-on, “Sorry. I was a bit caught up with something. I’ll show you. Come.”

Y/N told Harry all about her training and the new people she met. She seemed to have really fun and that made Harry happy. He was mostly silent all the way until finally, Y/N took a break to catch her breath; she was so overjoyed that he was there and he was still hers.

“So, what have you been doing? What’s had you so busy?”

Harry grinned and turned to look at her before putting his eyes back on the road, “You’ll see. It’s a surprise. It was a lot of work and it kept me occupied but I think you’ll understand once I show you.” He remembered her telling him she enjoyed surprises.

“I’m excited to see what this surprise is… and- where’s Eddie?”

“He’s at Niall’s for the night.”

When Harry got into town and he started driving to an area that was not where she knew his apartment to be, she began to grow more anxious. But when he pulled into a sprawling home with a lovely front yard and big wooden double doors and lots of windows she scrunched her brows and looked over at Harry in confusion.

But then she spotted his convertible that she recognized, along with a few others that were equally stunning in the driveway, and realization was slowly dawning on her.

“What is this, Harry?”

“I bought it,” he gestured around them. “That’s what had me so busy.”

Harry carried her bag into the house before she could react to the news, and Y/N followed silently behind, looking around and then stopping once inside to take it all in.

“You… bought a house and by the looks of it had it furnished and decorated? All in a matter of days? But how?”

“Oh… I have my ways. But yeah… this is it. Take a look around. I think you’ll really love the back garden the most.”

And Y/N did love it. It was gorgeous. All the small architectural details, the rich woods and the beautiful light that came in, built-in shelving, and a kitchen she just couldn’t get over. And the back garden was a little oasis right in town. It wasn’t too big but it was magical and lush. 

She’d always known Harry was well-to-do, but this was really exceeding her estimation. By a long shot. Especially to be able to buy a house in such a small span of time, that was quite unheard of. She realized she still had no clue what exactly Harry did for a living.

Harry took in her state of shock, but he knew she was processing it all. He knew she’d have questions for him, more than before, after seeing the house. But he was ready to answer all of them. He had it all figured out. All those lonely nights he’d put to good use coming up with a solid plan, instead of allowing jealousy to eat at him. 

He finally led her to the bedroom, showing her the bathroom first. She could imagine soaking in the huge tub and lazing her day away in there. But the bedroom was amazing just the same. Harry had a massive bed installed. A sitting area with windows overlooking the garden… 

Harry held his breath in anticipation as she walked around the master bedroom in awe of what he’d done in such little time, but then she stopped in her tracks.

Hung above the walnut dresser, she saw the framed picture of herself with her family and her certificates next to it. The very same she kept hung over her own dresser back at her place.

She put her hand over her mouth and felt herself get emotional. He’d hung her pictures. In his bedroom. 

She wasn’t sure what it meant and she didn’t have time to consider the implications, but it stirred something deep inside of her. 

The whole day had been a rollercoaster, really. She’d originally been setting herself up to be disappointed in case he didn’t show up to pick her up from the airport - which had fouled her mood completely. But then when she saw him with the beautiful bouquet of flowers… and now all of this? With her pictures and certificates hung, something so sentimental and dear to her… she was overcome.

She felt him walk in closer to her from behind, and then rest his chin over her shoulder. Her eyes welled up when she heard him murmur, “Maybe we can keep them there for good?”

Chapter 9

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Johnny MacTavish; rule breaker

pairing: Johnny MacTavish x Price!Reader summary: You're practically delivered to Johnny, you can't blame a man warnings: verrrrrry slight age gap (I imagine reader to be around 20, Johnny is 26), allusions to sex ;) a/n: You guys!!! I've loved your asks SO much. Hopefully this little interaction tides you over until part two :)

Price's Niece Masterlist

You're in Edinburgh, for a conference at the university about how modern technology can assist in the renovation process of old pieces of art, the case studies being used are newly found renaissance paintings.

It's the middle of the fringe festival, so you were only able to get accommodation for the day before your conference, planning to get the 5-hour train back to London, and then the train home after it had ended.

It's sod's law when after an interesting but long day, all the trains are cancelled. Torrential rain has caused major flooding, and now you're stranded, soaking and without a way to get home.

Price isn't expecting a call from you so early, but after you explain your predicament he transfers you enough for a decent room and tells you he'll sort you out a train, or flight home in the morning.

Unfortunately, luck really isn't on your side because of course everything besides some really sketchy AirBnb is booked. You really don't want to stay there on your own. If you were with your uni friends it would be different, but it was just you who went to the conference, the rest of them more interested in curating than restoration.

Begrudgingly, you call your Uncle once again and explain what's happening. You know he's busy, he's been in meetings all day and you know he's had to step out to answer your call.

Gritted teeth, he tells you he'll sort it, and calls you back a few minutes later.

"Soap's coming to grab you, find a pub and get yourself something to eat on me. I'll give him a text to let him know where you are."

This really isn't the solution he wanted, but your safety is paramount and there's no way he's letting you sleep anywhere potentially dangerous.

The stars aligned in the most infuriating way, practically delivering you to the man he wanted you to stay away from. Soap had too much leave to use up, and so he was taking an extra week at home.

It's far from ideal, and he once again, reminds Soap that he's expecting no funny business.

"Aye Captain, best behaviour I promise." his scottish drawl mumbles through the phone as he hears am engine start.

"I'll even take the sofa."

That does nothing to ease the stress, that the two of you are inadvertently causing him.

It's gone nine by the time Johnny get's to you, the rain still hasn't let up, and he jogs, bag in hand through the front door.

"Bonnie! It's been a while," he greets as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a giant bear hug.

And it has, your communication had dropped in in the last couple of months. Both of you becoming busy, and texts that were once answered straight away lie unread.

He's warm and firm and practically engulfing you. He also smells really good.

"Jesus, you're freezing," he notes as he pulls back, cupping your hands in his as he blows on them to get the heat back into your digits.

Johnny makes it way too difficult to not like him. It's like telling you not to imagine an elephant. The more you tell yourself not to do it, the more you do.

He's kind, funny, charming and ridiculously handsome.

It's even harder when he swaps your bag for his, telling you there's some warm, dry clothes for you if you want to change before you head back to his.

In the bathroom you dig out the clothes, the t-shirt is one of his work ones, with the SAS insignia embroidered on the chest, the same one your Uncle wears. That's not what stops you in your tracks though, it's not the sweats either. It's the zip up hoodie, this one isn't army issue. It's well worn and smells absolutely divine, there's a few smells mixed in together but it's overwhelmingly him.

You lift the collar to your nose, breathing it in again and your chest flutters slightly.

Your Uncle's warnings bounce around your head as you leave the stall, and make your way back to the bar.

They also leave your head as soon as Johnny looks up at you, eyes lighting up and smile softening as he sees you dressed in his clothes. You've still got your hat on, covering your damp hair.

You Price's and your bloody hats he thinks when you get close enough again for him to tuck you into his side, as he leads you to his car.

All to warm you up though, he's simply making sure you're not going to get ill. There's definitely no other reason at all that he wants you as close as possible.

"Thank you again, I don't know what I'd have done if you weren't here to rescue me," It's not meant to be flirty, you're genuinely just relaying your gratitude.

But Johnny lives to serve, his whole life is built around that and he thinks that he'd come and rescue you wherever because the way you're looking up at him is sending him haywire.

No funny business. Yes Sir.

The hour drive back to his flat flies by. It reminds the both of you when you first met, and you don't let him forget how he properly put his foot in his mouth.

"We even look similar!" you shriek as he tries to justify why he thought that a trophy wife was the correct conclusion to come to about your identity.

"Nah, you're too pretty to look like him," Johnny doesn't think before he speaks, but he's glad he didn't this time, because when glances over at you as he checks his mirror he's greeted with you wearing his clothes, face hot, and eyes already looking at him.

It really should be illegal for him to rest his forearm on the ledge next to the window as he drives, one hand on the wheel, the other on the gearstick.

"Nearly here now," is all he says, and you hum in response.

Despite living in a new build, the flat is relatively cosy. Maybe it's just the giant 'L' shaped sofa in the corner that looks like you could sink onto and sleep for days on.

"You take the bed, I'll be just on the sofa if you need anything. Bathroom's that way, toothpaste's in the cabinet above the sink."

He was really looking after you, when he stopped for petrol he grabbed you a tooth brush and some make-up wipes, as well as a packet of your favourite sweets.

He really is making it hard, when he's so thoughtful.

Settling down for the night happens pretty quickly, he leads you into his room. Shows you where the phone charger is and grabs a pair of sweats for himself to change into.

Sinking into his sheets felt so wrong, when you thought about lying in his bed it was never like this. Usually, it involved you under him, trapped between the mattress and his frame as he pulled ungodly noises from your throat. Instead you've got a pretty thin duvet, the man you want as your blanket is sleeping soundly on his sofa.

You don't bother to check the time before leaving the confines of Johnny's bedroom, your throat dry after spending far too long thinking of what you wish he'd do to you.

Creeping as silently as possible down the hallway, you make it to the kitchen, without stirring too much noise from your gracious host.

Unfortunately, Johnny didn't tell you where he kept his glasses, it felt invasive to go rummaging but needs must.

"What you looking for, Bon" Johnny mutters, scaring the ever-loving daylights out of you.

With a shriek, you leap into the air before whirling around. If you thought your heart was beating fast, it's beating faster now because he's shirtless in front of you, sweats hanging low on his hips and he's speaking in the sexiest sleep-filled voice.

You don't even noticing him walk towards you until he's standing right there. Christ, he really is toned.

"I-eh...a glass," your garbled response makes him let out a small huff of air as a smile breaks out over his face.

And if you didn't think that you could become more of a mess, he leans even closer and reaches a hand behind your head to grab the cursed object.

Your faces are inches apart, his nose grazing yours so gently you question if it was even there. In this light, his eyes are darker than usual, and his eyelashes seem a lot thicker as his blinks begin to slow. Your gaze flutters down to his lips, and you can't help but reach up to trace the scar with your fingertips.

When your gaze reaches his eyes again, you're already ruined. He's looking directly at your lips, tongue darting out as he swipes at his.

It's you who makes the first move, capturing him in a searing kiss. The flutters in your stomach have moved their way up to your eardrums, where they pound to be let out.

The kiss is all-consuming, your arms wrap around his neck finding anchor in the hair at the base of his neck. His arms have you pinned in, one snaking around your waist and finding refuge on the small of your back, pulling you closer and the other tenderly cupping your cheek.

"We shouldn't," he whispers breaking the kiss, but instead of backing away like you thought you would he dives in again. More passionate and with more tongue this time, teeth catching the bottom of your lip.

"I promised your old man I wouldn't," once again he pulls away, cupping your face, as leaves open mouth kisses down your neck, stopping to nip at your pulse point, before soothing it with his tongue.

"Johnny," you breathe, chest heaving. He lets out a growl against your throat which sends vibrations all the way south.

"He doesn't have to know."

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HOPE I'M NOT LATE!! But exbf!Dick dry humping you before fucking you just bc he is bitter about you sleeping w others after him and telling you that you don't deserve to actually feel him so he is going to only make you cum like that ((which is a lie, homeboy doesn't have that much self control))

Pairing - Exbf!Dick Grayson X (F) Reader Words - 1.4k Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Dry Humping - Dirty Talk - Swearing - Angst - They still have feelings for each other ur honour. Notes - ahnjdsjkfkk hii!! you’re not late my darling, I’m always here for exbf!Dick thoughts 😏 I’m not putting this in the actual fic but you’ve inspired me so uhhhh...here you go x

MASTERLIST

**

He’s a complete contradiction.

There’s nothing consistent about him and there's some raw part of you, peeled back and stinging at the sight of Dick Grayson, suffering at the hands of his own internal conflict. He says one thing but it knocks into another and nothing he wrangles from his own mouth matches up, none of it makes sense.

It’s been over a year without him and even now, he still feels familiar. A lost language you still know how to speak. A recipe you don’t need to read to know how to make. He keeps his phone in the same pocket. Still holds himself tense and ready to shut you down if you prod at the wrong wound.

Always trying to take his own emotion out of the equation and failing.

“Are you even hearing yourself?” You finally snap, half rounded towards his bedroom door. “You’re fucking unbelievable.” Dick grinds his teeth, jaw flexing. You don’t see the hesitation on his face, but you feel it right through to your spine bones. “You’re asking about my personal life like you still have a right to know the answer. We broke up, Grayson. It’s been over a goddamn year.”

He reels back, only slightly, but enough to let you know that you brushed along the wrong bruise, the wrong wound he still can’t get to fully heal over.

“I asked you one question.” Dick growls.

He shifts on his feet and you find yourself automatically moving to compensate. Annoyingly, you watch as Dick catches your slight shift and dissolves into something smug and knowing. Over twelve months apart and you still read each other like the back of your own hands.

“Two.” You confess. It comes out like a taunt, a shining weapon ready to cut him straight down to the bone. Parts of you haven’t changed. You find that even though you’re not together, you still experience the same pounding rush of emotion when you say something that riles him up. “Since you, there’s been two.”

Something on his face cracks wide open and you hardly manage to blink before he has crowded under him.

You’ll never admit it. Especially not to him, not to yourself, not even to God.

But you’ve missed this; missed him.

Dick is firm and heavy above you, pupils so dilated you can’t find the colour. Despite it, you still know the exact shade, can see it if you blink your eyes closed and focus. Funny, how your brain holds onto everything you learnt about him, how it refuses point blank to let it go.

Bullying himself between your thighs he forces your legs over his hips, spreads you out until you’re pressed up against him. There’s a push of his clothed cock against your covered pussy and Dick grinds down just hard enough to wrench a gasp from your mouth.

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip you whine when he grinds into you again, harder this time.

“I should remind you of what you’re missing. Should fuck you like I used to.” Dick says, grabbing your hands and pinning them over your head. He leans down close enough to have his breath tickle your cheeks, almost traitorously, you want to lean up and kiss him. “But you don’t deserve that.”

His biceps flex when you twist against him and try to wriggle out of his firm grip. Frustration hooks into each trembling nerve and your hips kick up, trying to grind against the outline of his cock.

You don’t need him to remind you.

Since the breakup, you’ve slept with two people and neither of them could give you what he could.

Dick smirks, emotion finally filtering back into the handsome lines of his face, “You’re not going anywhere. This is all you’re getting, and you don’t even deserve that.”

Your eyes roll back, “Dick–”

Rocking into your clothed cunt you feel your clit ache and start to swell up. The soft fabric of your underwear sticks to the slick, puffy lips of your pussy and when Dick grinds into you again, the fabric pulls up tight between your lips and presses firm on your clit.

Swearing under your breath you whimper when Dick moves his hands to interlock your fingers. It’s the first tender thing he’s done since seeing you again and part of you–the soft, forever grieving part of you–wonders why you didn’t fight harder when your relationship began failing.

Arching your back, your thighs tremble over Dick’s strong hips,

“S’not enough.” You complain.

“Well it’s all you’re getting. You either come from this, or not at all.”

Your pussy throbs, arousal leaking from your entrance, smearing across your underwear and rubbing up over your hard, swollen clit. You hate how even after all this time, Dick can still push you right up to the edge, can force you to balance on the tightrope he strung up.

“You hear me?” He breathes, dropping his head just enough to mouth at the shell of your ear. “You either come from me rubbing against you. just. like. this.” Puncturing each word with a devastating rock of his hips Dick smirks. “Or you don’t come at all, and I leave you all wet and horny.”

Heat burns up your neck, humiliation quickly building in your cheeks, “Please…hH–please.”

“You don’t deserve my cock.” Dick whispers, using more of his weight to render you immobile. “So m’not going to fuck your greedy little pussy. I’m going to grind against it, just like this, until it comes for me.”

Finally moaning you try to move but find that you can’t. Crushed under Dicks firm, unrelenting body you realise that you can’t do anything. All you can do is lie there and take what he gives you; even though it’s not enough and you want more.

“Oh–oh please!” You choke, squeezing at his hands and flexing your thighs for even a hint of leverage. “Dick…please I can’t come like this.”

“Yes you can. I know exactly what makes you come and this is something that’ll have your poor, needy pussy coming in no time.” Settling into a firm, consistent rhythm, Dick mouths kisses along the sensitive column of your throat. “So yes, you can come from this. I’m not giving you a choice.”

He grinds into you, once, twice, three times, and your whole world cracks clean down the middle.

Your pussy spasms, clit swelling even harder than before then dissolving into quick, rhythmic twitches. A shuddering sob works itself free from your mouth and you shake yourself apart underneath Dick’s talented body.

“There you go.” Dick coos, smug with the fact that twelve months apart hasn’t changed the fact he can still make you come without taking off a single item of clothing. “I know what you need. I know exactly what you’ve been missing. They just weren’t good enough were they?”

Spiralling up into the face of the stratosphere you wiggle one hand free and cup Dick’s cheek. You’ll hate yourself for it later, will want to cut off your own hand to try and distance yourself from his orbit. But for now, you’re weak and split open, ribs wrenched apart to reveal that each bone in your body still has his name etched delicately into it.

“No one since you has ever been good enough.”

Dick whimpers, hips stuttering into uncoordinated little thrusts as he comes. His face twists up tight with pleasure and endless pain. You don’t know if you want to soothe it or watch him suffer. Sometimes, you think that if someone asked you where you hurt, you’d place your hand right over your heart.

Releasing you from his slackened grip Dick flinches backwards and out of reach. It’s not regret on his face. It’s something older, something deeper. You don’t know what it is; you don’t want to know.

You leave his room without a word; without looking back.

If you did look back, you would have seen Dick touch his hand to where he hurts the most.

Right over his heart.

**

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[night-daily]

Baking together | Sanji x fem! reader

summary: unable to keep sleeping, you found yourself on the Going Merry's kitchen but someone is already there.

warnings: none.

characters: sanji opla.

a/n: i, of course, didn't write all the steps nor ingredients but let's pretend that's how you do a chocolate cake pls

“Ugh, it's so early...” You sit on your hammock rubbing your eyes, this is the fourth time in the week that you suddenly wake up and can't go back to sleep anymore. Frustrated, you change your clothes, ready to start your day. Maybe isn't that bad to wake up early, you have more time to train but you can't do it with an empty stomach, right?

As much as you'd like to eat a full breakfast, you can't, you don't know how to cook, every time you've tried cooking it ends in disaster and you know someone would be very upset if something happens to the his kitchen, so maybe a few strawberries would do it for now.

You walk to the kitchen, not missing how quiet the ship is, you stop in track for a few seconds, closing your eyes and breathing deeply, enjoying the silence, that is one of the reasons you love it the sea, was always so peaceful. Well, only when there weren't pirates chasing you, of course. Opening your eyes, you make your way to the kitchen, entering and going straight to look for strawberries, where Sanji hides them? Yeah, he hides them from you, because you ate them a lot and he says you'll end up turning into one.

“Where are you little strawberries? Yell if you want to be eat it” You whisper, scanning the boxes on the floor, but nothing.

You hear something behind you, are you going crazy? It is actually a strawberry trying to get your atten—

“What are you doing up at six in the morning?” His voice startles you, making you jump on your place. “I might ask you the same thing” Standing up, you turn yourself to look at him, your heart is still racing, you don't know if is because he startled you or because his mere presence makes you nervous every time he's around.

Sanji narrows his eyes to you, “I'm going to bake a cake for dessert for later, what about you?” “Well, I couldn't sleep anymore” you shrug, “Can I join you?” You ask with a pout on your lips and he can't say to you, not when you look so adorable and for a selfish reason, he'll have you all alone for him, even for a few hours but that's enough for him, for his heart.

“Okay, you can help” “Oh, thanks, you won't regret it, Chef!” The nickname doesn't go unnoticed by Sanji, he feels his cheeks burn a little. Only you can make him blush like a teenage boy. “Let's wash our hands first” He says, moving quickly so you won't see his face.

You two wash your hands, him first and while you're drying your hands, he's preparing all the ingredients you'll need to bake a chocolate cake with strawberries on top. “What are we making? I mean, what kind of cake?” You stand beside him, watching curious about the ingredients trying to figure out by yourself. “Hey, this is my favorite flavor of cake” I know, he thinks. “And we will put strawberries on top!?” He feels like you caught him in the act, he nods shyly, “That's why I have been trying to hide the strawberries from you this last month, you told us this was the cake your mom baked for when you were feeling down, and since she died, well, I just thought, maybe it'll cheer you up a little, I-I don't know, maybe it's not a good idea, I—” You can't help but hug him tighter as you can, you thought no one paid attention to you that time, all of you were drinking and quite drunk, but he did, he always does when it comes to you. You murmur a thank you, close to his ear.

Clearing his throat, you separate your body from his, “Should we start cooking, sweetheart?” Now it's his turn to make you blush but this time, he can see you and he loves what he sees.

You two start with the recipe, You voicing the instructions to Sanji. In a bowl, he's mixing sugar, cocoa, flour, and salt, adding eggs, vanilla, and milk, isn't new to you watch him in his element, but being alone with him while he's cooking, it's just another level. You stopped saying the instructions, too distracted staring at him. He lifts his eyes from the bowl, wondering why you stopped, he catches you staring but you don't notice until you feel something soft on your face, what the heck. Your hand comes to your face, Sanji's trying to suffocate his laugh, you wipe your face with your hand and it comes white, oh, that's how you wanna play, huh?

You grab some flour and throw it at his face, taking him by surprise. You're laughing so hard, that it echoes through the kitchen walls, he's dazzled by your laughter, the sound fills his heart, and he wants to make you laugh, all the time. But in this moment, he's decided to get his revenge even if he started, you feel the flour in your face, again, before you can see it. With a mischievous smile on your face, you're ready to throw him back some flour, but before you can stretch all your hand, he grabs your wrist, gently but firmly. Pulling you closer to him. Your faces are inches away. “We should never waste ingredients, Mon Chéri” You're not breathing anymore, you're lost in his beautiful eyes. Somehow you managed to nod your head and he let you go, even if he didn't want to.

He pour the batter into the prepared pan and puts it in the oven.

“Now what?” Your voice cracks a little, still recovering from your moment before. “Now we're gonna make the chocolate ganache while the cake bakes for 35 minutes” And you're excited again, this used to be your favorite part when your mom baked, she always let you lick the spoon at the end. “Ready, sous chef?” “More than ready, chef” Your smile matches his.

Sanji is trying to follow the exact recipe but you keep trying to add some personal touches, like adding chocolate chips more than you actually need, “It's a chocolate cake, Sanji, it's supposed to taste like chocolate” you roll your eyes at him. “What if you check the cake mean while I try to take some chocolate chips off, that way we don't die of sugar poisoning” “Fine” you click your tongue, heading to the oven. You open the oven, feeling the heat, “How do I know if is ready?” “Insert a wooden pick in the center, if it comes out clean, then is ready”

I don't wanna look for wooden picks, what if—

Almost as if he was reading your thoughts, he yelled at the same time as you.

“Fuck!” “That's hot, don't touch it with your finger!” He drops the spoon on the ground rushing towards you, “Did you burn your finger? it hurts?” His darting eyes told you everything, he's worried about you. “I'm okay, it was just a second, I barely touched it, don't worry” You tried to ease his worry but it wasn't working. “Let's wet your finger with a little cold water” You let him drag you to the sink. “I think we should go back to you doing the baking and me doing the eating” Finally a smile cracks on his face, “By the way, you have chocolate on your cheek” Sanji tries to get it but misses, this is your chance and you don't plan to waste it, “Did I say cheek? I mean lips” You put your arms around his neck, and he leans over you while looking at your lips as you do, you lift your eyes to his, asking for permission, and he nods, crashing his lips with yours, and it definitely tastes sweeter than chocolate.

“Mon amour, I— ” He mumbles, still kissing you before a new voice cuts him off. “Hey, don't you smell smoke?” You both pull away abruptly with wide eyes, “FUCK!”

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[theteasetwrites]

Don't Go Where I Can't Find You

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader ❧ Era: Season 9 (during six year time jump) ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: SMUT—fingering, grinding, sideways sex?? (idk what it's called lol), gentle sex (I think?), unprotected sex (DON'T TRY IT AT HOME), straight (?) people sex, swearing, angst ❧ Word Count: 9.5k

❧ Prompt: "Did you ever even love me?" from the Norman Reedus Whores Discord Prompt Challenge (more info here)

❧ Summary: Daryl hasn't been the same since losing Rick, and though he loves you, he needs to do what he thinks is right: try to find his friend, bring back his body, or die trying. Six months apart is too much to handle, he soon realizes, and something is calling him back home.

❧ A/N: Hiiii how y'all doin... um so like I tried to do angst, smut, and fluff all in one??? And I also tried to knock out several requests in one fell swoop. So I have sort of a bastardization of what @shariiina requested (tho they asked for a big fight and makeup sex which I don't think I quite nailed but I will definitely try do that more accurately in the future), as well as some anon requests for soft/gentle sex and also reader crying during sex. I was ALSO trying to fit in the prompt from my prompt challenge thingy that my Discord group is doing lol so there's a lot happening here. I just hope it turned out ok! I think this is a pretty sweet little story with a steamy lovemaking scene and a pinch of angst. Some cute/funny moments as well I think.

You weren’t there when the bridge fell, but you heard it, and you felt the ashes from the fire as they drifted over your face. 

Daryl had shifted past you, not answering you as you asked what was going on. He had that thousand yard stare you’d seen before. You’d seen it when he lost Merle… When he lost Beth… When he lost Denise… 

When you grabbed his face with your hands to look him in the eye, asking what on Earth had happened as tears drowned out his vision, you knew what happened. Context clues gave it away, and the ache in Michonne’s wailing as she emerged from behind Daryl, Maggie and Carol supporting her limp, writhing body. 

In your bewilderment, you felt Daryl jerk himself from your grasp, retreating somewhere inside himself you couldn’t reach, somewhere you couldn’t follow. His grief was hostile territory for you, though his heart had become a world of comfort and familiarity the past few years. 

This excursion was far more intense than what you’d seen from him before, though. Death was a fixture of everyday life for you and everyone else you knew, but Rick’s death was unprecedented. Nothing could compare to the grief in its wake, especially not for Daryl.

For as long as you could, you left him alone. The only reminder of his presence after that was the feeling of his body weight dipping on the other side of your bed. You were surprised he even tried to sleep next to you, but it was the one thing reminding you that he was there. 

Only in the morning he’d be gone, a cool, silken expanse of olive green sheets where once his body lay, sprawled out with open arms trapping you so close to his chest for hours on end, until whatever responsibility he had took him away from you. 

Now he seemed to leave on his own accord, you supposed. You weren’t sure where he’d gone during the day, but it wasn’t for lack of looking. You found yourself wandering the streets of Alexandria sometimes, in the back of your mind trying to locate a man who didn’t want to be found, but maybe he wanted you to look for him, you thought. You loved him enough to never stop looking.

Each night he slept less and less. After a while, you weren’t sure if the nights were getting colder from the changing season, or if the warmth of his body you usually relied on was getting further from you. One thing you were sure of—autumn was fading into winter, and for the first time since you found yourself in his arms, you were cold.

One morning when you woke up, you were sure he hadn’t been to bed at all the night before. His musky scent of pine and tobacco still lingered, but it was gradually becoming more faint, and your home was becoming a shell, all because he wasn’t in it.

“Daryl,” you mumbled against your pillow, then flipped over in a half-sleep state to face him where he’d be if he were there. After a month of not waking up next to him, you would’ve thought you’d grow used to it by now. You’d never get used to it, not when waking up next to him was all you had to look forward to.

The haze of sleep still deluding you, you reached out to touch him, the empty space of him. Where are you? you heard your inner voice speak. Daryl… come home. 

Your eyes fluttered open with reluctance to see he wasn’t there. Again. 

But you heard him moving downstairs, that creaking of the old floorboards underneath his feet. You felt his presence when you were awake enough to feel anything. He was home, and that was enough to get you out of bed that morning.

“Daryl?” you called out to him softly, voice still groggy from sleep. Your bare feet were cold against the hardwood floor as you tiptoed down the stairs and into the living room, where you saw Daryl’s worn grey backpack sat upon the couch, next to his crossbow.

“Daryl, are you here?”

Approaching footsteps from the kitchen preceded his appearance. He emerged with a few cans of green beans, and a tired, sleepless look upon his face.

You sighed in relief, happy that he was home instead of wherever he went to be alone. Your smile faded when you realized how exhausted he looked, and how red the whites of his eyes were. 

You hadn’t been able to touch him in weeks, so when you took the cans out of his hands to place them on a nearby table, he seemed almost startled by your movement.

“You need sleep,” you said, tentatively coming closer and closer until you could rest your hands on his chest, gently moving them up and down against the scratchy fabric of his wool poncho. “Let’s lay down. You’re exhausted.”

His tenseness seemed to loosen under your touch, but his glassy eyes portrayed a different story. Something was off, something more than just grief.

“Sweetheart,” you said, while raising a hand to pin the unruly hairs behind his ears, “what’s wrong?”

He huffed, then removed your hands before turning to pick up the cans. “I’m leavin’,” he grumbled, his back turned towards you.

He moved to the couch to stuff the canned beans inside his pack, then zipped and buckled it tight. Next, he turned to the hallway, retrieving his quiver of bolts he usually used on trips outside the walls. 

You didn’t want him to leave. He didn’t have any reason to go out there. As far as you were concerned, his mental health needed to recover from the loss of his best friend, his brother, before he could even think about going out there. Still, maybe it was what he needed, and maybe when he’d come back in a few days like he always did, he’d be more like himself. Maybe it was what he needed to heal.

“When will you be back?” you asked, as you always did. 

He swallowed hard, averting his gaze, but not before he made incidental eye contact with you. You looked so innocent, so unaware of what he had planned. He couldn’t hide from it now. Weeks of milling over it in his addled brain had finally accumulated to this moment—telling you, the person he loved more than anything, that he didn’t know when he was coming back. He wasn’t even entirely sure where he was going. 

“I was going to make that casserole you like for dinner,” you added. It was better than the silence. “But I’ll wait till you get back. Unless you’re coming back tonight?”

He shook his head. “Don’t wait for me.”

“I’ll always wait for you,” you said, with a soft laugh under your breath. “Just tell me when and I’ll save it for when you come home.”

He went silent again, opting to arm himself with his various knives and utility belts instead of answering you. 

It wasn’t like him at all to ignore you, to avoid your touch, to avert his gaze. Maybe when you first met him three or four years ago, but not now. Not after two years of the greatest kind of intimacy two people could share with one another. 

You tested the waters, coming closer to touch him and see if he’d recoil again. Your hands held his, disrupting him from looping his belt. A small smile spread across your face, and though part of it was forced, all of it was born out of love for him. He’d told you before that your smile could fix everything for him, so you hoped he meant it.

“Hey,” you said. “I love you, Tarzan.”

The corner of his lip quirked ever so slightly, but something held him back from returning your smile, even if you called him that little moniker you gave him years ago, to reflect the “wild man” he seemed to be. He always felt more at home in the wilderness, it seemed.

What you expected was for him to return the sentiment, to call you “Jane” as he usually did. He only chewed his bottom lip, and watched your hands as they fit perfectly in his.

He only shook his head, a gesture so foreign to you in this circumstance. He should’ve smiled, held your hands tighter, kiss you… Not loosen himself from your grasp, not take his undying warmth away as he stepped backwards, away from you.

Of course, it was hard to react that way. It wasn’t his instinct, and a part of you knew it, but it still hurt. He didn’t want to say what he was about to, or to do what he was about to do, but he had to. At least, he convinced himself that he had to. 

“I’m goin’ away,” he said. 

“I know.”

“No,” he replied. “I’m goin’ away, and I ain’t comin’ back till I find Rick.”

You stepped back subconsciously, so much so that you couldn’t feel the back of your legs hit the couch. Gravity forced you to sit on the edge, somewhere between disbelief and confusion. None of those words made any sense together, in that order in which he spoke them. It must’ve been an illusion, some trick of the mind orchestrated by the debilitating loneliness that had settled in your heart. To make matters worse, you feared this was just the beginning. 

You tried to make sense of it, in a way that allowed the sense of it to become something else—something you could grasp. “Rick’s gone,” you said quietly. “How are you going to find him if he’s gone?”

He shook his head, as if he didn’t know the answer to that himself. He truly didn’t. “I’m gonna find him, dead or alive.”

“Alive?” you asked in bewilderment. “You… You think he’s alive?”

“Never found a body… Blast of the explosion coulda blown him somewhere nearby.”

“Daryl,” you said, “that’s…” Your words failed you then, as they often did when emotions took over. You couldn’t help it—you loved him, and Daryl never lied. If he said he wasn’t coming back, he wasn’t coming back. “You can’t leave.”

“I gotta.”

The lump in your throat was becoming impossible to swallow, and tried as you might, you couldn’t keep your voice from cracking under the pressure. Tears would soon follow, you were certain of it. Still, you were trying to delude yourself, to interpret Daryl’s straightforward words into something that didn’t tear you apart from the inside out.

“But you’ll be back soon,” you said, looking up at him with much more than just a hint of vulnerability in your face. “You’ll come back, even if you can’t find him?”

He lowered his head in silence, then finally replied: “I dunno.”

Your legs lifted you up to full height, a sudden burst of impatient energy seething through you.

“What does that mean?”

“Means I don’t know, (Y/N).”

You shook your head in bewilderment. “You can’t just leave. I mean, I understand you want to find him but… You can’t leave.”

He huffed through abnormally flared nostrils, indicating that he, too, was losing his patience. It wasn’t pure anger, though, in fact there was very little anger inside of him—it was more like dread, sorrow for the pain he would continue you putting you (and himself) through as he tried to justify his reasons for needing to leave, even though he couldn’t really think of any justifiable reason. It was irrational, impulsive, dangerous, inconsiderate… Most of all, he just wanted to get it over with; to rip off the bandage and try his best to ignore the sting.

“I ain’t tellin’ ya again,” he said, in that low, extra gravelly voice that told you he was close to a breaking point. “It’s settled.”

Your lips trembled as you tried to speak, with nothing but a barely audible whimper falling and fading into thin air. Your tears inevitably broke out, but they were muffled as you tried to maintain composure. You weren’t sure why—Daryl had seen you cry countless times, but this time was different. Maybe Daryl was leaving you because you cried so much, because you cared so much. You feared he found you pathetic or overbearing, maybe even annoying. 

Of course, no such thing was true, but irrational fears born of insecurity and self-doubt got the better of you. The strain in your face was evident.

“I, uh, I don’t wanna leave,” he said. 

“Then don’t!” you suddenly exclaimed, voice weak and faltering. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, then stepped forward tentatively as you approached him. “Or… let me go with you.”

“Nah,” he said quickly. “No way. You gotta stay here where it’s safe.”

“Daryl… I—I can’t. I need you. I love you… How could you say you’re leaving? Doesn’t what we have mean anything to you?”

You hated to ask him that, and you never would’ve unless you weren’t genuinely afraid he felt nothing for you anymore. Of course, it wasn’t that at all—it was the grief that overwhelmed him, called him to take Rick’s disappearance on his already burdened shoulders. In a sense, it had nothing to do with you, but you were the one who was going to suffer. You were the one who’d be left behind.

“You know it does,” he replied, this time voice much more firm and loud, as though he couldn’t even risk the thought of you not knowing that for sure. “This ain’t easy for me, but it’s eating me up inside. I at least gotta try.”

“Then let me help,” you begged, and somehow you’d gotten close enough to take his hands in yours. If you got desperate enough, you wouldn’t be surprised if you found yourself down on both knees before him. “Please. Just don’t leave me… Don’t—don’t go where I can’t find you.”

“Woman,” he sighed, leaning his forehead against yours. He must’ve known how you melted when he called you that, how easily you could give into him. “Don’t go lookin’ for me. I need you right here.”

You squeezed your eyes shut to flood your cheeks with tears. “I need you here,” you said. “I just don’t understand how you can do this after everything.”

You stepped back, gently yanking your hands from Daryl’s grasp until you stumbled back onto the sofa. You sat there staring straight through his face, which had sunk as the grim reality of his decision came shattering down upon him.

He wasn’t sure what was worse: being away from you indefinitely, or leaving you hurt like this. 

As you held your head in your hands, you thought back to all the times Daryl had said he’d never leave you, in the same breath as the words “I love you.” Now that he was leaving you, without a return in sight unless he found Rick, you wondered if those words really meant anything.

“Did you ever even love me?” you asked sincerely. 

It wasn’t that you wanted him to prove it, or to feel guilty for what he was doing, but you genuinely didn’t know anymore, and that uncertainty terrified you. You’d built your whole life around him the last few years. You’d made sacrifices, compromises, choices that were predicated on the belief that you were going to be with him forever. Was it over now? You had a feeling Daryl didn’t even know himself, all he knew was what he thought he needed to do, and that your relationship would have to hang in the balance until he accomplished his self-assigned task.

He swallowed hard, making sure he didn’t cry when he opened his mouth to speak. “I never stopped loving you,” he said. “I never will.”

That was six months ago now.

Six months since he’d seen you, six months since he’d held you, six months since he’d heard you say, “don’t go where I can’t find you.”

He hated that he’d done just that, and he quickly realized that his decision wouldn’t ease the pain of Rick’s disappearance. 

All it did was render him lonely. Much more lonely than he’d ever felt in his life. 

Still, he gave himself a mission, a responsibility to find Rick alive or dead. There were questions that needed to be answered, and Daryl didn’t leave any stone unturned.

He went where you couldn’t find him, though you didn’t try to find him. You were convinced he didn’t want you, that there was more to his leaving than just finding Rick. He didn’t love you anymore, and you still found yourself wondering if he ever did.

Around the same time he left, though, you noticed you couldn’t find one of your blouses—the cream colored peasant blouse with lace trim and cinched waist. You hadn’t worn it in some time, since it was one of Daryl’s favorites on you, but its disappearance drove you crazy, since you couldn’t think of where it had gone to.

That blouse had lived a more interesting life in the past six months than you had, as it lay neatly folded at the bottom of Daryl’s pack, the only thing he had to remember you by. 

Perhaps he should’ve told you he took it, knowing you were rather sentimental about your clothing, but in the emotional minefield of that morning he left, he couldn’t bring himself to tell you. He spoke very little that day, and he regretted not telling you everything he wanted to.

So now, sitting beside a rocky creek in the last golden light of the late spring afternoon, only the gentle sound of trickling water and birds chirping sweetly in the trees, he thought of you.

He always thought of you, especially with the weather warming up, knowing how much you loved to wear your sundresses and sandals. 

You’d frolic around the house, opening the windows to let in the soft, subtle spring breeze and the twinkling sound of the wind chimes. When he was home, you’d somehow get him to lay on the couch, your body snuggled up to his as you both fell asleep to those wind chimes, on an afternoon not unlike today. 

He could practically taste the sweet and sour lemonade you squeezed fresh from the tree that had grown outside the walls, but hovered over just enough to allow ripe yellow lemons to fall on the shady grass below, waiting for you to pluck them up with a delicate hand in the safety of Alexandria.

In his hands, he held your blouse, absentmindedly caressing the fabric between his fingers. He had taken great care not to let the lifestyle he’d been living the last six months tarnish or tear the thin fabric, as he fully intended that someday he’d return it to you. 

He didn’t know when that day would come, which was why he couldn’t promise you he’d return, but for weeks, he’d felt home calling back to him. In fact, he was sure it’d been calling to him since the moment he left, but now he allowed himself to hear it, those dainty chimes on the wind, drowning out the sound of the creek before him.

He didn’t take your blouse out of his pack often. There was no way he’d risk staining it with his filthy hands, or let the well-preserved, lingering scent of your perfume wear off, but lately he found himself sitting here, not far from his camp, holding that shirt.

Did you ever even love me? The phrase rang out in his head, echoing in the empty cathedral of his mind. 

The fact you even had to question it devastated him beyond even his own comprehension. What was worse was how he left without really proving it, without actions to mirror his words. 

I never stopped loving you, he’d said. I never will. 

He’d played that scene out in his head with every possible chain of events, but nothing could stop him from remembering what he had said, and the fact that what he said simply wasn’t enough. 

Stupid, he thought to himself. I’m so fuckin’ stupid. 

Six months of searching for a missing man, and he had nothing to show for it but a few dead ends. If he hadn’t found him now, he was never going to find him. He had told himself he’d never stop looking, but something had struck him just then, when he milled over your words once more: don’t go where I can’t find you. 

If he kept looking for Rick, he’d be lost, too. It was time to go home.

He walked longer than he had in some time, long enough for day to stretch into night. The guards at the gate nearly couldn’t recognize the hero of Alexandria, face shrouded by a tattered hood and smeared with several layers of dirt and blood.

Only the crossbow on his back gave away his identity, as well as the gruffness of his voice. The gate opened for him with a familiar rattle, and quickly the routine began to settle in once again, as though he’d never left.

As his aching feet carried him towards the house he once shared with you, he found himself wondering if you were still there, or if you’d moved to a smaller home. His question was answered when he spied your muddied yellow rain boots sitting outside the front door, and your hand painted welcome stone on the front step. 

Thank goodness he’d never lost his house key—he kept it on a long string of twine so he could never not find it. 

As he turned the key and pushed open the door, he was overwhelmed with the scent of something he vaguely remembered coming from the kitchen, where the oven was still warm from dinner that evening.

Hunger overwhelmed him, and made him instinctively head to the fridge, where a recognizable casserole dish was sitting on the top shelf, still warm.

He didn’t notice he let out an audible grunt of hunger before he bent over to pull the dish out and set it on the counter. Peeling back the tin foil, a smattering of potatoes, cheese, garlic, and probably a myriad of other spices and vegetables you’d thrown together, greeted him.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had cheese, or anything moderately tasty, but it must’ve been before he left, certainly it was something you had made. 

As he shoveled spoonfuls of lukewarm food into his mouth, he realized you had inadvertently made good on your promise: you had that casserole ready for him when he got back. 

Turning to face the clock on the wall, he narrowed his eyes to see through the darkness: 10:37 PM. 

You must’ve been asleep upstairs, and plopping himself onto that bed alongside you was just about the best possible thing he could think of right now. He trudged up the stairs, with each step careful not to wake you. He was worried about how you might react to his sudden appearance after so long away, but at the same time, he couldn’t wait to see you. He couldn’t think straight enough to work out the logistics. What if you woke up before he did, and what if you were terrified of his sudden presence? Perhaps you wouldn’t even want him in your house, after so long of not seeing him. Still, there was no indication that your relationship was over when he left. He assumed it was an unspoken agreement that if and when Daryl returned, you’d pick up right where you left off. He only hoped that was a correct assumption.

Sure enough, you were asleep, without the light of the lantern by your bedside table which you used to leave on for him to return. As such, he could hardly see you, your features just barely illuminated by the cool, indigo-tinted light of the moon streaming in through the window. 

In the warmth of the night, you must’ve kicked off your blankets, as your sprawled out body was outlined only in the thin cover of the sheet. He smiled to himself, remembering how much of a restless sleeper you were, always tossing and turning so much that you’d end up tangled in the blankets, and sometimes he’d wake up with your hand dangling over his face. You were even more restless when he wasn’t there, since his arms holding you close to his body seemed to keep you from moving around too much. That, and the comfort he provided you with was enough to lull you into the deepest, most undisturbed sleep. 

As he stripped himself of his vest and shirt, he remembered how filthy he was, covered in grime and tree sap and dried walker blood. He was ashamed to admit he hadn’t had a proper shower in weeks, and if you’d been with him, you would’ve made sure he bathed at least every other day, but he’d been alone for so long, left to his own devices, and his less than sanitary habits.

But a shower sounded almost as good as sleep, so he turned towards the bathroom door, gently closing it behind him as he entered to light the lantern next to the sink. Routine—it was all coming back to him. He had tried to maintain some semblance of normalcy out there in the woods, but he quickly learned that it was nearly impossible, what with the nomadic nature of his lifestyle, moving from camp to camp, never staying in one place for too long. As much as he was used to living like that, he hated it. It made him feel more like an animal than a human. 

Tarzan, he remembered you calling him. Somewhere between man and beast. Right now, under the gentle stream of the warm water, as he struggled to comb his fingers through the large knots in his wild, disheveled hair, he never felt more like he was trying to regain his humanity, to wash the wilderness from his body. 

He raised his hands to rub his face vigorously under the splashing water, and proceeded to further claw at the tangled clumps of chestnut waves on his head. 

“Damnit,” he sighed under his breath. It was so much easier when you did it for him. 

Remembering the existence of shampoo and conditioner, he turned to reach for the bottle of homemade “hair stuff,” as he called it. When he removed the cap, a fragrant burst of sweet pea and lemon awakened his senses. Oh, it was just like he remembered, just like the smell of your hair. 

“(Y/N)...” he mumbled under his breath. “My girl.”

He’d missed lathering his hair with your little concoction, but even more than that, he missed the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp, and the sound of your voice so close to his ear as you asked him about his day. Maybe you’d accidentally tug on his hair a little too hard as you tried to get out the knots, but he’d never complain. Not when even the pain felt so good.

Soon his head was drenched in white bubbles and soapy lather, cleansing his mop of brown hair and removing the blood and dirt that had somehow found their way into his wavy locks. 

When he washed out the shampoo, he squeezed a hefty dollop of conditioner into his palm, and smoothed it through his less tangled hair to get the real stubborn knots out. It felt wonderful to finally be clean, but that was just his head. His body still needed tending to.

You must’ve still been getting those handmade bars of rose petal soap from the neighbors, since the sweet floral scent quickly wafted into his nostrils as he held it in his hands, rubbing it between them to make a thick lather.

As the conditioner settled in his hair, he dragged the soap languidly across his chest, paying extra attention to his underarms, which surely needed it. 

His hands trailed down with the soap to his abdomen, circling around his navel. It’d been so long since his stomach felt full. His belly protruded more than usual, too, a sight that was welcome as he looked down to see the dirt washing off of him. 

Next was, of course, his nether regions, where he’d felt an irresistible urge since the moment he saw you, even if he could hardly make out your face. He knew you were just as beautiful as ever, and that he wasn’t entirely sure how he could sleep in bed with you without getting lost in his lustful thoughts.

He could already feel the tingling sensation surge through him as he ran his soapy hand along his shaft, paying extra care to the tip and all the crevices. 

“Shit,” he muttered, leaning his forehead against the tile wall. It had been so long since he touched himself. In fact, he was sure he never really had time to do it while he was out in the wilderness, constantly in danger. 

That didn’t stop him from thinking of you, though. All those lonely nights of shallow, dreamless sleep without the softness of your body he’d gotten so accustomed to holding. Too often had he found himself reaching for empty air, or whispering your name in the haze of his exhaustion. On particularly desperate nights, he clung to your blouse, burying his head in the bundle of fabric like it was a burial shroud as he unzipped his pants to just barely touch himself over his underwear, but that was long ago, and lately he had to reserve his yearning to simple thoughts and memories, making it all so much more potent. He needed you.

Without entirely meaning to, he gripped tighter around himself as he made longer and more intentional strokes. Soon the soap in his other hand must’ve slipped from his grasp, and he leaned forward to catch himself before the sudden pleasure of his touching became too much to bear.

He flinched slightly as his forehead pressed against the cool wet tile of the shower wall, one hand outstretched above his head, the other now tugging harder and faster on his cock. 

When he became more aware of his body and its movements, he slowed his pace, opting to thumb at his tip in gentle circles as he took a deep breath. He felt the water hitting his back, heard the heavy pitter patter of droplets hitting the tile below and pooling around his feet ever so slightly. Funny how one could feel so alive, so human, in such a simple way. 

And yet, he could hardly bear to allow himself that simple, human pleasure of intimate touch. How could he do such a thing when he’d left you alone for six months? The shower could cleanse his body, but not his mind. 

Still, he allowed his fingers to trace gently along the semi-hard surface of his shaft, as once your fingers had done the same. “I love you, Tarzan,” your voice echoed in a distant memory. He nudged his forehead in small circles against the tile, as if it could ever feel like your warm, soft body, curled up against his as he held you like he always used to. Why did he ever stop? 

Always trying to find something. Always trying to save someone. Always the hero.

The longer the water ran, the more he returned to the reality of his situation, and the more he realized just how exhausted he really was.

He crept out of the bathroom slowly, careful to hold the lantern close to him so as not to wake you with its light. His sore legs seemed to carry him to the bed—his side of the bed, the one that you’d left deserted for six months, as if you knew all along this night would come, that someday he’d come back to you.

What on Earth was he thinking? He could’ve slept on the couch, he could’ve slept on the front porch, for crying out loud, but would it be so bad if he slept here, where he belonged? Weren’t you still his, anyway? Please, still be mine.

If you were awake, he’d beg you, but you weren’t awake, and he’d spent too long having one-sided conversations. He just needed sleep, or you, whichever one he could have. If it was only sleep, he would take that gladly.

Though it was tempting, he had to admit. Tempting to wake you up. Tempting to gently rub your shoulder until your eyes shot open as they always did, an old habit from living on the road. Tempting to engulf you like quicksand until your body melded with his, for the first time in so long. Tempting to rid you of that silky button-up nightshirt he immediately recognized on your body. It looked a little suffocating, a little too modest for his taste. The night was warm, stolid and heavy. Even that sheet seemed too hot, or maybe he just wanted to see your body, that pliant, supple flesh he had once held sensual dominion over. 

In your sleep, you’d finally settled into a fetal position, curled up on your side, back facing him. As he set down the lantern on the bedside table, you stirred slightly, a small, breathy whimper escaping your lips unconsciously. 

From the indirect light of the lantern, he could finally make out your features—a stinging pain rose up in his abdomen, as he’d almost forgotten how sweet you looked in your sleep. It was something out of a Renaissance painting or a pre-Raphaelite’s hazy daydream. Though he could only see your side profile from his vantage point, your lips parted so delicately as your head moved in adjustment against the softness of your pillow.

He was just about to settle into his side of the bed when he noticed a dark piece of fabric tangled between your arms as you held it close to your chest. Squinting, he lifted his knees to the bed and leaned over you to get a better look, and of course he knew what it was. It was his, after all.

Aw, sunshine, he thought, watching your fingers curl and indent the fabric of his old black t-shirt he used to sleep in on cold winter nights. He could even make out some of the holes, in the same old spots. 

Overwhelmed with love, he let himself lay down as close to you as he could without waking you, he’d hoped. His arm’s old muscle memory immediately kicked in as it draped itself gently over your side, a movement he was quick to take back when he felt your body flinch and heard your breath hitch in unison.

Sleep hadn’t quite lost its hold over you as you mumbled out something incoherent. You’d felt his empty presence before, especially when his name echoed in the atmosphere of your dreams on a nightly basis. By morning, you wouldn’t remember them, only blurry glimpses and long lost sensations. 

In your mind, you always knew that slight weight around your waist was nothing but a phantom limb, but in your heart, you’d always bring yourself to look over your shoulder at his side, where he never was. Until tonight.

When you lifted your gaze ever so slightly, you swore you saw a faint glimmer of familiar blue eyes nestled between dark strands of freshly rinsed hair, though it couldn’t be, you thought.

Still, in your transitory state between consciousness and sleep, you mumbled his name under your breath, almost unintelligibly: “Daryl…”

Though he looked much clearer than he usually did in your dreams, you were quick to dismiss the dimly lit, shadowy figure beside you as nothing more than a lovesick illusion, so you turned and buried your face in the shirt you’d been clinging to every night since Daryl left, not knowing that he was right there, only wanting to hear your voice again.

“Hey, Jane,” he said softly, then reached his hand out to touch your shoulder as you flinched yourself awake.

“Oh... my god,” you said groggily. “Daryl?”

His body didn’t give yours the chance to turn to face him. Instead, he aligned his chest snugly to your back, and tucked his arms tight around your sides until you were fully stuck in his grasp. 

Rendered silent, you shook your head in disbelief as you felt his lips hungrily latch onto your exposed neck, while his hands slid along your side in a desperate attempt to remove the sheet draping your body.

He wasn’t entirely sure what had come over him, whether it was the sound of your voice or the feeling of the warmth radiating from your body, but all he knew was that he had no immediate desire to explain himself, or to excuse his actions, if they could ever even be excused, all he could say, repeated in breathless sweeps of his nearly tear-soaked voice, was: “I’m sorry.”

Between each apology, his lips found a new part of your skin to soak with saliva from his frantic open-mouthed kiss. 

The more you felt his lips tremble against your heated skin, the more your heartbeat thundered in your chest, and the more you couldn’t care less if he was sorry or not—six months without him, without love, made you ravenous for touch, and his touch alone. 

When your shock and relief at his presence subsided, you reached back to squeeze his hand as it grasped firmly onto the fabric of your nightshirt, nearly tearing it in his reckless desperation.

You had barely even seen his face, but you felt his body and his presence with you in the darkness of your room, so it was enough to know he was there, that he loved you enough to come back home to you. Whatever anger and confusion you had was still there, but what consumed you was the very essence of him, the only thing you’d wanted for the past six months.

“Mm, Tarzan,” you hummed sleepily, bringing his hand to your chest to cup your breast. 

You felt his chest heave against your back, and the scent of your shampoo in his hair made you smile as you bit your lip, trying to hold back the happy tears and save them for later. 

His hand squeezed your breast gently, but just enough to elicit a deep sigh from your lips. The erection growing in his underwear was becoming unavoidable, and that hardness pressed up against your bottom made you shiver in need. Your body squirmed and writhed so much he hissed between his teeth, burying his head in the crook of your neck, where his tongue traced circles under your ear. 

Heat spread all through your body, until you were uncomfortable under the thin fabric of the sheet. With a huff, you kicked it off you, and Daryl’s hand didn’t waste a second to reach over your waist and palm at your clothed mound. You’d forgotten how strong he was—the pressure of his heavy hand pulled you even closer to him, and sent a small shockwave through your touch-starved body.

Both of you felt so delicate, like thin sheets of glass ready to shatter at the slightest touch. When his hand fondled you there again, you let out a sharp gasp as you reached down to hold your hand over his. “Yes…” you sighed. “Touch me… Don’t stop.”

He put more pressure on his palm as his fingers circled above your underwear, right over that sensitive little bundle of nerves he used to be so good at stimulating. His fingers were still just as good as they had once been—maybe even better from months of using them so much more than he had before. They were nimble and precise, yet somehow still heavy and bulky in shape. You’d never known such perfect fingers before, or such hands that could caress your body with the utmost love and respect. 

Even in his desperation to touch you, to make love to you, he always held you like he could wait an eternity for you if he needed to—there was never any rush to his love, it was always slow and sweet, tender and soft. If you stopped him now, told him to get out of your house and to never see you again, there was no doubt in his mind that he’d respect your displeasure with him and his absence, but you didn’t pull away. Maybe a part of you wanted to, wanted to torture him and put him through the same pain you went through when he left, but something told you that he had gone through that same pain, too, that he never wanted to leave you, but he felt he had to. 

You always knew he loved you, and here he was—proving it.

As his mouth sucked on the skin of your neck, you maneuvered his hand until his fingers slipped underneath the fabric and tickled your outer lips. His hand stilled for a moment, allowing you to use it to your liking. You used it to spread your lips, and encouraged his fingers to enter you slowly, all while you writhed purposefully against his palm, hitting your sensitive spot.

He groaned lowly in your ear as the feeling returned to his fingers, and he didn’t hesitate to dig deeper, two fingers curling up inside you until you whimpered in satisfaction. “Oh, God… Daryl.”

The weight of your leg being placed atop his as you tried to spread yourself out more caught him off guard, and his fingers dug deeper, sending you writhing and whimpering from the pressure. He felt your tightness squeezing all around his thick fingers, soaking them as you became more aroused.

“Don’t remember you bein’ this tight, sunshine,” he whispered into your ear between kisses. “You’re gonna feel so good around my cock.”

“Mm, put it in me,” you said, voice strained as your core rutted against his hand to increase the pressure. You bent the knee of your outstretched leg and grounded your foot on the bed, stretching your entrance as much as you could. “It’s been so long.”

He grunted in agreement as he pulled out his fingers to raise them to your clit once more, circling it in slow, rhythmic motions. 

“I ain’t never stopped thinkin’ of you,” he said. “I missed you… God, I missed you, woman.”

You smiled and reached down to tug off your panties, while he moved to yank himself free from his own underwear. 

Quickly you found yourself reaching back to grasp his hard shaft, pulling it to your folds where you pressed his tip to your clit. His chin pressed firmly to your shoulder, he watched you stroke his cock against your slit, which you dragged back and forth along his now aching shaft.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against your neck. “I ain’t gonna last long.”

“Me neither.”

His hips jutted forward and backward, gently rocking himself against you. Each movement hit your clit and forced a heavenly sigh from your lips. Daryl had tried with all the mental fortitude he had to recreate that sound in his head, but your voice was like honey, coated in sugar crystals and dripping from your succulent lips. He hadn’t known sweetness like you and your body for so long, and he knew with every surge of tingles that ran through him that he couldn’t keep himself from his release for too long. 

You gasped when his cock entered you slowly, breaching your entrance and burying itself in your tightness. Now you could feel just how incredibly close you were to bliss—only a handful more minutes of touching and penetrating would relieve you of your need.

“Oh, God!” you cried out in a gasp. “I—I… Oh…”

You felt his cock remain still inside of you as he caught his breath, trying to pace himself. His hand massaged your breast with tender, circular movements, comforting you. 

You bit your lip and shut your eyes tight as you writhed gently to feel more of the pressure of his tip on that tingly spot inside you.

“You all right?” he asked. “Does it hurt?”

“I’m fine… I think I just… forgot how big you are.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked with a smile, slightly more cocky than his usual one-sided smirk. He slowly pushed himself deeper, his cock curving more and more inside of you. The warm, confining walls of your body clenched around him on their own accord as they adjusted to his sizable thickness. Your body had been so used to it before, but now it was almost foreign, like your first time all over again.

“So… tight,” he grumbled against your shoulder. Letting go of your breast, he snaked his hand down to your clit, moving his fingers with increasingly fast pace. “Want you to come on me… Want ya to get this cock all soakin’ wet… like a good girl.”

You giggled under your breath. After all this time, you’d still never get used to Daryl’s dirty talk, but you loved it—the way his gruff, scratchy southern drawl made those sinful words sound so sweet and nearly angelic, yet with a deep, growling animalism in the pit of his stomach.

“Mm, don’t stop,” you sighed. “I’ll… come for you.”

“You better.”

His hand applied more pressure to your outside as his cock buried deeper inside you, going all the way until his hilt hit your bottom. You stretched your leg further behind him, allowing more room for the girth of his cock, though still you were so constrained around him, a feeling that had him gasping for air between heavy, breathless breaths.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You feel so good.”

He moved as rhythmically as he could as he lay on his side, with your leg wrapped behind him and your bottom on his lower abdomen, causing him to strain. His feet anchored him, allowing his hips to thrust in steady, consistent movements. There was just enough pressure on you, just enough to get those shockwaves of bliss pumping through you as he got you closer to letting go.

The more he penetrated you, the more your body soaked him in arousal, allowing more comfort for your orgasm to soon take over. As his hand applied more pressure, you grinded yourself against his palm in a desperate attempt to get more of that sweet tingly feeling.

“Easy, girl,” he whispered in your ear. “It’s all right… I got ya… Your man’s got you. I’m home.”

“Daryl…” you whimpered shakily. “Oh, Daryl… Don’t you… ever leave me again.”

“I won’t. I got you, sunshine. Let me make you feel good, just like I used to.”

Even he was starting to crumble the closer you got to relief, and as he pleasured you, inside and out, you shut your eyes tight and felt the incoming surge of pleasure about to send shockwaves through you. Still, you weren’t quite there, and the agony of wanting that sweet feeling to send your body into unrestrained convulsions was so potent that you couldn’t stand it anymore. Your sensitive, supple body couldn’t stand it anymore.

Tears began to roll down your cheek, seeping out from between the tightly closed lids of your eyes and falling into the corners of your lips until the taste of salt melted onto your tongue.

“Oh, fuck!” you cried out, tears breaking your voice. “I need…”

“What do ya need?”

“I need to… to come.”

“You will.”

His hand gripped your mound hard and hit harder at your clit, sending you into a whimpering state of frantic writhing and panting. “Please…” 

“I’m here… I got ya.”

The glass shattered when you least expected it, but it was so mind-numbingly good that you flung your head back onto his shoulder, while your body writhed and rocked back and forth in pleasure as each wave of bliss surged through you. “Yes!” you cried out. “Oh, yes… Oh, God…”

He held still inside of you as your walls clenched and squeezed around his aching cock, swollen and just about ready to burst inside you. Each pulse has him groaning against your scalp, where he’d buried his face in your hair. “Shit,” he groaned. “You’re gonna make me come, too.”

As your high subsided, you unfurled your leg and rolled more completely onto your side, careful not to let his cock go. He clung to you, his arms around your abdomen as he refused to release you from his grasp. He meant it when he said he wouldn’t leave again—he knew that from the moment he decided to come back home. 

Without a word, he thrusted deep inside of you, moving at a more desperate pace. He kept his arms hugging around you, with his hand placed firmly on your stomach, where he felt his body meeting yours.

“I love you,” he panted in your ear. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, Daryl… Come inside me.”

He groaned just at the thought—the thought of filling you in the most sensual, intimate way possible, and watching it all trickle out, the proof of his love for you.

One more deep thrust and he felt the final pulse trail down his shaft, into the tip, and out into you, his moans and “ah’s” of relief sinking into your shoulder as his teeth dug a small imprint. 

Your sigh of pleasure broke out into a breathy, delirious laugh, the feeling of his spend tickling you from the inside and heating you up with its warmth. He held you close by your waist as his hips kept thrusting, eager to drain every last drop inside of you. 

He must’ve had so much built up inside of him, so much pent up need for release—his explosion never seemed to end. He was writhing against you, dragging heavy, open-mouthed kisses along the nape of your neck. 

“Mm,” you sighed, rubbing your stomach as if you’d just eaten the best meal of your life. “You still got it, Tarzan.”

He blushed and leaned forward to kiss your cheek. “Ain’t nothin’ without you, Jane.”

You turned your head till your lips met his, for the first time in so long. His tongue snaked languidly into your mouth, and yours did the same, until you pulled away, with your tongue circling over his lips.

You studied his face in the dimness of the dark room, and that sorrowful look in his eyes reminded you of your own sadness, the one that had left such a bitter taste in your mouth for so long. Daryl might’ve filled you up with sweetness again, but you wouldn’t forget how he left you.

“You jerk,” you said, much to his surprise. “You left me… I thought you’d never come back.”

“I—I know,” he said, tangling his hand in your hair. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” He trailed off, not sure what else to say. He never had a way with words, and he was hoping he’d proven it with his actions. “Shoulda never left. Shoulda stayed right here, with you.”

You shook your head and turned your body towards his, finally seeing him in full. It reminded you of long nights laying in bed together, talking endlessly until the sun came up, or until one of you fell asleep, usually you. Only now, instead of talking about the future, you spoke of the past, of the moment Daryl broke your heart, and his own, too.

You soon found your cheeks were soaked in tears, and his hand quickly moved to catch them. You’d cried so many times since he left, always wondering where he was, if he’d found Rick, if he was even alive. You yearned for his touch, for his thumb to brush away the tears and for his lips to kiss them away until there were no more tears left to cry. 

Now, he was finally here, you just weren’t sure how to deal with it. 

“I know… I know that you love me,” you said. “I know that. I just wish… I wish I would’ve wrapped myself around your ankle and made you stay.” You laughed through your tears, and he smiled, too, just a little, at the thought. “I think I loved you too much to do that… You weren’t happy. You did what you needed to do. I understand that. I mean, I didn’t like it, but I understood it.”

He shook his head. “Nah, don’t make excuses for me. You should be mad… Shoulda kicked me outta this bed.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, still tearful, but clouded now by happy tears, not sad ones. “I don’t think I could ever kick you out of bed… But I’ll tell you one thing.” You wrapped your wrists loosely around his neck, pulling him closer until his forehead touched yours. “Next time you leave like that, you might not have a warm bed, or a woman, waiting for you when you come back.”

He nodded seriously, his damp bangs tickling your nose as they fell into place. “Yes, ma’am. Don’t gotta worry about that, though. Told you, I ain’t ever leavin’ again.”

You sniffled and wiped your nose, giggling at your own emotional state. “Good. Sometimes, I felt like going out there, try to find you. Almost did once or twice. Michonne stopped me. But you know, I knew I wouldn’t be able to find you anyway.”

He sighed, the cruel sting of guilt stabbing him in the side. His chin lifted to rest on your head, as his hand moved to stroke your back, replacing your nightshirt to cover your bottom half. “You don’t belong out there,” he said. “Neither do I. I know that now. Just… had to try.”

“I know. Hero complex. I think that’s just one reason why I love you so much.”

You leaned up to kiss his forehead, nestling your nose in his scalp, where you got another good whiff of your shampoo. “Did you take a shower just for me?” you asked, slightly blushing at the idea. Of course, you knew he probably would’ve taken one anyway, but a part of you hoped that maybe, just maybe, he did it for you, knowing how much you loved him when he was clean.

He shrugged, his lips curling into a small, wry smirk. “Well, uh… Maybe. Knew you wouldn’t want me dirtying up the place.” He looked around the room, the light of the lantern behind him casting a shadow of your curved figure on the wall. Not much had changed at all since he left, other than a few of the trinkets he had brought back for you being on full display on your shared dresser. Absence really did make the heart grow even fonder, though you were always certain you couldn’t love Daryl anymore than you already did. 

It reminded him of the shirt he had seen you clinging to as you slept, and how he, too, kept one of your shirts for just the same purpose. “You sleep with my shirt every night?” he asked with a slightly mischievous raised eyebrow.

You huffed. He knew the answer to that question, you could tell. “Don’t make fun,” you said. “I missed you. You’re important to me, and… sometimes, that shirt felt like all I had left of you.”

He swallowed back the lump in his throat that formed at your words, and he knew if you said anything like that again, his heart would break into a million pieces. Not only because he had put you through this, but because he knew the feeling, too. He knew the fear that he would never see you again, the uncertainty of it all. 

“I, uh… I got your shirt, too.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion. “Huh?”

“Well, uh…” He cleared his throat. The slight embarrassment of his sentimentality made him flustered. “Ya know, I… mighta taken that white shirt with me.” Another pang of guilt knocked the wind out of him. He had taken one of your favorite shirts, for his own benefit, what kind of man was he? “I’m sorry. I shoulda asked, or—”

You laughed and squeezed him tight, nestling your head in his shoulder to kiss the junction of his neck. “That’s so sweet,” you said, choking up once again. “Sweetheart, do you have any idea how crazy I was, tearing this place apart looking for my blouse? I thought it just… grew legs and walked out of here, never to be seen again.”

“Well, I kept it in perfect condition,” he said. “Good as new. No stains, no rips, nothin’. Like it never left.”

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[finniestoncrane]

Practice Makes Perfect

KTJL!Boomer, word count: 1.1k hng losing my little mind over the idea of digger practicing sucking himself off (because what else is there to do in prison?) 💙 also I fucked up the banner let me live sorryyyy request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: mentions of porn, masturbation, i made him disgusting because it's what i want ok tell me he wouldn't aim his load AND ALSO he's a fuckin goober like hc-ing it now digger talks to his penis, cum play, swallowing, self-fellating aheem heem and maybe if everyone is good and anyone wants it, we get a part 2 where he achieves his goal

George rolled over in his metal frame bed, thin mattress offering no support as he lay on his back. It was dark, around 3am he figured, and despite how hard he was trying he knew there was no way he was going to get back to sleep.

"Well, might as well indulge."

His voice sounded strange as it bounced off the walls of his cell, but there was a comfort in it, in the lack of response, in the emptiness. Being locked up was boring, it could be dull, isolating, and it drove him insane sometimes. But, if nothing else, it meant he had plenty of time alone to do one of the simple pleasures he enjoyed.

Reaching under the bed, at the side closest to the wall, he retrieved his stash of contraband. Everyone knew he had it, everyone knew it was better if he did. He could be, as he so politely put it, "a right miserable cunt" if he didn't have his release regularly. With his fingers clinging to the slightly crinkled pages, he teased the magazine up above the mattress and pulled it over to his chest, where he bagan to flick through the slightly stained pages.

With a bored sigh, he pushed down the band of his orange prison issue pants and began lazily stroking his cock, letting it go from soft to semi-erect in his hand. A shower, not necessarily a grower, but there was plenty of him to get a grip on either way. The featherlight touch he gave to the tip when his strokes reached his head made him shiver, a crooked, self-satisfied grin spreading over his face, pushing into his lightly freckled cheeks.

Skimming through the pages clumsily with one hand, he tried to find one he wanted to settle on. They all felt used though, old news, the same bodies he'd been jerking off to for months now. He needed some new material, something different, something a little bit exciting just to change things up.

Not that he had any difficulty in getting to where he needed to go regardless. Within minutes his fist was pumping along his length faster, gripping the shaft tighter than was comfortable, releasing the tension when it felt too much to give himself that feeling of respite that made his chest feel lighter.

Predictably, he could feel himself reaching the climax of his practiced labours pretty quickly, and with a lopsided smile he held his cock up straight. Each stroke was slow and the grip was strong now, easing up the shaft as though he were squeezing his release out.

"C'mon... c'mon... ah, fuck, c'mon!"

This was now the somewhere close to the tenth time he'd been aiming for the ceiling, hoping his load was explosive enough to reach it. It felt like a challenge now, something he couldn't not try. It did, however, lead to a lot of mess. Not necessarily much clean up, but definitely a lot of mess.

Looking down at his bare chest, George swiped at the droplets and strands of cum that decorated his torso. Not quite to the ceiling, but he was sure some of it had landed on his face, close to his lips. A quick investigation with his tongue proved him correct, as he tasted the sickly, salted flavour on his tongue.

"It's not even that bad."

He reached down, swiping up some of the splatter on his finger. He held it in the air, tapping his thumb to it and watching the viscous, white substance spread between them. Then he shrugged, popping it into his mouth. As if he were some kind of deranged sommelier, he shifted it from cheek to cheek, letting it rest on his tongue before he swallowed.

"Yeah! Not bad at all. Gotta start advertising that, just in case it helps convince anyone to give the little fella a suck."

Then it hit him. He couldn't believe he had forgotten about the last project he had been working on. He'd gotten distracted by the repetitive strain injury he'd given himself in his ribs, but that pain had subsided, which meant he could continue.

"Aw yeah! I was gonna suck it!"

George excitedly sat up in the bed, legs crossed, cock still semi-erect. He wondered if that was better or worse, and settled on it being the perfect state. Not too stiff, bit of stretch to it. Focusing on the tip of his cock, he took in a few deep breaths, soothing, focusing. Then he sat up completely straight, letting his spine elongate before he bent it quickly into an almost perfect arch.

And he was still a bit away from his goal.

"Shit."

He pushed his neck out, groaning with the strain, his tongue sticking out over his lips as far as he could get it.

"Just... a little... closer..."

The past injury, the one he thought had healed, began to twinge again. His entire side felt solid, like the tendons connecting the muscles might snap at any second. But he was determined.

"Come on you little cunt..."

One final urge, and a blatant disregard for his physical wellbeing, was all it took, as the tip of his tongue ran along the head of his cock. It was the briefest of connections, only managing to taste the slightest amount of salt from the his slit. But it was something.

"Holy shit!"

His body almost sprang back into a natural position as he let himself relax, a reward for his efforts and his success.

"Ah, Digger! You dirty fuckin' bogan! Well done, mate!"

He was close to patting himself on the back, but he realised the stretch might inadvertently cause further strain, and now that he was back on track with his self-satisfactory plans he didn't want to cause any further interruptions. Just a few more months of this and he'd maybe be able to get the tip in his mouth. For the first time, he was glad he had a long sentence ahead of him.

Smiling down at his own cock, ever pleased with the work they put in together as partners, he spoke out loud.

"There'll be some disappointed Sheila's when they find out I don't need them anymore. Disappointed fellas too, I reckon."

He nodded wistfully, well aware in the back of his mind that there weren't too many offers to begin with, but a little delusion never hurt anyone.

#captain boomerang #this is just for me and you can read it if you want lmao #digger harkness #george harkness #captain boomerang x reader #captain boomer x you #captain boomerang fanfic #finnie writes

[radiant-reid]

HEYY! can you please do a blurb on spencer telling his gf about the lila thing and down playijg it how you say in the post but then she hears the truth from someone else

Spencer’s dreading tell you what happened in LA.

It’ll break your heart, and although he would prefer he’s the one hurting, it’ll break his heart as well. It’s not going to be good. No, it’s going to be a hurtful conversation that will leave nothing but negative feelings and as he’s waking to your door, he wishes it were a conversation he didn’t need to have.

You look and sound so happy jumping up to greet him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his body into yours. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him, the profiling seminar being extended for a serial killer hunt- so his texts told you.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He greets you, wishing he could relax in the warmth that being with you brings. He really wants to, but he doesn’t allow himself to. Not when he doesn’t deserve it.

“How was your case?” You ask, pulling him through your apartment to your living room.

Spencer bites down on his bottom lip, knowing it’s now or never, except it can’t be never. “I was playing bodyguard and I got dragged into a pool and kissed.”

Your mouth falls open, heart plummeting straight down and preparing to shatter against concrete. “What?” You ask breathlessly.

“She kissed me.” He repeats, forcing himself to look at your tears. He needs to see them as his own form of punishment, although it will never be enough. He keeps talking before you can make any move to get him away from you. “I pushed her off, Y/n, I swear. It was one kiss and then I told her I had a girlfriend and even if I didn’t, I would never go there since she’s part of our case.” He claims.

There’s too many negative thoughts running through your head for one not to slip out. “Is she pretty?”

You’re breaking his heart just sitting there looking like you think you’re not enough, but he knows you're not going to accept him hugging you.

"Y/n, it meant nothing." He promises from so deep in his heart that you believe it. "You're all I was thinking about. I love you and I think you're the most beautiful person in the world." He knows he shouldn't say something so meaningful to get you to forgive him.

Spencer's been nothing but good to you since you met, and you can't lose that, not when you've never had that before and doubt you will again.

"It didn't mean anything?" You doubt check.

"Absolutely nothing." He promises, finally taking your hand. "It was one kiss, and I pushed her away."

You don't see it, the way he twitches slightly as he pulls you into a hug and the deep breath he takes when he realizes the lie has worked.

"I really missed you." You tell him, moving closer to him.

He reciprocates your physical affection, holding you as tightly as he wanted to on the jet home knowing you might break up with him. "I really missed you more."

He feels like dirt for it, so guilty that he barely sleeps that night.

It gets easier. The lie is never too far from the front of his mind, but after that night he realized he couldn't tell you the truth ever.

You barely think about it again. Spencer's lips become exclusively yours and it feels like nothing has changed. He's just your caring, wonderful boyfriend again.

In fact, the first time you've thought about it in a month is when Elle mentions it on a night out. "So, you and Reid are you?" She asks.

"Yeah." You say, slightly confused like the answer should be obvious.

"I hate to bring it up, but you know I'll smack him if you need me to." She assures you, and you nod, wanting her to continue as the sense that you're missing something strikes you. "He's an idiot, seriously. Making out with Lila in her pool was the dumbest thing I've seen him do."

Your heart drops again like it did that night, clenching in your chest, but you have to push her to keep going or you might never know. "Was it more than a casual kiss? Tell me the truth."

She cringes at your paled face but figures she would want to know, so she answers honestly. "Yes, multiple, and they weren't pecks."

"I need to go and talk to him." You realize, standing up and looking for him at the bar before turning back to her. "Thank you."

He greets you happily, blissfully unaware of how you're feeling- for now. "Hey, Y/n, what's up?"

"We're going." You announce, not caring about if it's rude to pull him away from his friends.

He frowns at you, trying to figure out what you're thinking. Whatever it is, it's not good, but his brain doesn't jump to his damaging lie.

Morgan thinks it's something else, patting Spencer on the back. "Ooo, someone's getting some tonight."

You don't look at him as you drag him out of the bar, anger covering your upset. It's colder outside, and he goes to hand you his jacket when you angrily spin around to face him.

"What's wrong?" He wonders carefully.

"You lied to me." You accuse him, but it still doesn't stick. "You told me it was one kiss!" Oh. He gets it then, the realization and accusation hitting him forcefully. "I actually can't believe you. You swore- promised- it was one kiss that you rejected, not a long make-out session. How could you lie to me like that?" You don't give him time to answer. "Were you just going to go on lying to me forever?"

"It was a mistake." He assures you, not comforting you at all.

You shake your head, not wanting to hear another excuse that you can't trust. "Your lying was intentional." You remind him firmly. "How would I ever trust you again?"

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid blurb

[aralezinspace]

Send Me to Sleep

Requested by anonymous: fluff with insomniac reader and the prompt "why are you still up?"

A/N: Here have some tooth rotting fluff, I am not responsible for your dental bills xD fun fact, the thing Dream does to help reader sleep is the same thing I do to get my tiny humans to go to sleep, made this slightly bittersweet to write b/c after next Friday I won't be working with tiny kids anymore i'll be working with college age kids ANYWAY hope you enjoy!! 💖💖

~~Requests are open!~~ ~~Current WIPs~~

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

It was almost as if the ticking of your antique alarm clock was mocking you, loudly reminding you of every passing second you spent awake when you should be dead to the world.

Your insomnia was nothing new, it had plagued you since college. It was conditional on your stress levels, which was somewhat ironic: the more stressed you were, the less you slept. The less you slept, the more stressed you became.

Since figuring out that pattern your senior year, you had done everything you could to keep your daily life stress free enough for you to sleep, and it had been working out for the most part, aside from busy times of the year when work, family, and friends all collided in a few hectic weeks. Times of the year like Christmas, the height of summer, and for some reason, the entire month of April.  

This week was not supposed to be one of them.

You stuffed your face into your pillow to muffle your frustrated scream. It was now going on 3:30am, and you had to be up and getting in the shower at 6. You sat up with a heavy sigh and ran your fingers through your hair. Sleep was obviously not coming tonight, so you decided to get some chores done around your apartment.

Under the hot spray of the shower two and a half hours later, you groaned as you felt the heaviness behind your eyes that indicated your body was ready for sleep. Of course it had to happen when you were getting ready for yet another busy day at work… which would probably stress you out to the point where you wouldn’t be able to sleep, or your body would just shut down out of sheer desperation.

“Ugh, Dream’s gonna kill me,” you grumbled into your towel. “Well it’s not like there’s anything I can do about it.”

If anyone else had been this invested in your sleep schedule, it would have been extremely weird. But the fact that it was your partner, the ruler of the Dreaming and Nightmare realms. Sleeping was kind of his thing, and once again the irony was not lost on you: a conditional insomniac, in love with the literal sandman.

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Your day was just one thing after another, mostly phone calls. More than the usual volume at work, then a call from your dad, then another one from your aunt for some reason, then one from your brother that you sent straight to voicemail just to have a break. Future you thanked past you for that, turns out he just wanted to once again complain about his boyfriend.

When you got home, your mind was fuzzy with exhaustion, and your body jittered and shook from the after effects of the four cups of coffee required just to get through it all. You felt like crap, and probably looked like crap too.

You shambled through changing into your pajamas and making dinner, barely tasting the food as you chewed. You barely registered what episode you were on, thankfully it was a show you had seen before. Your “bedtime” wasn’t for another two hours; you were ready to drop, but fucking up your sleep schedule even more was a recipe for disaster.

You dragged your hands down your face and groused, “Ugh fuck me.”

“With pleasure.”

The rumbling chortle came from the shadows by your front door, making you spring to your feet. The rush of adrenaline rendered you wide awake, at least long enough to process who was currently standing in your apartment.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as Dream of the Endless strode into the light of your living room, hands in the pockets of his signature coat. It slowly dropped from his face as he took in more of your appearance: the blue, almost black bags under your eyes, the pallor of your skin, the slump of your body as if the immense burden of his responsibilities rested on your shoulders.

“My love,” he pressed, almost like a parent trying to get the truth of some mischief out of a child, “It has been some days since I have felt you in the Dreaming for longer than a few moments. Have you not been sleeping again?”

The way your entire body sagged in defeat was all the answer he needed.

He stepped closer to you, gently resting his hands on your shoulders. “Darling, when was the last time you had a good night’s rest?” You shrugged, your brain struggling to come up with an answer that you were allowed to give. Once again, your body language gave him the answer.

“Then why are you still up?” He didn’t sound angry, only deeply concerned. “Why did you not call for me?”

You swallowed hard before mumbling, “I didn’t want to bother you.” A heavy sigh pushed itself out of Dream’s chest and his hands moved to hold your face in his hands, taking the weight of your head off your shoulders. “Beloved, you are never a bother to me. “I would not be a worthy monarch of the Dreaming if I could not even ease my own partner to rest.”

You couldn’t help your chuckle; it was the closest you had ever heard Morpheus come to humility. Your smile brought a tiny mirror of the gesture to Dream’s face as he rubbed his thumb over your cheekbone, trying not to focus on the deep shadows beneath your eyes. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, letting his lips lingered as he inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in your essence. It stuck in his nose, tainted by your exhaustion. He breathed his words into your skin, “Let’s get you into bed.”

Swift like quicksilver, he scooped you into his arms, drawing a startled squeak out of you, closely followed by a bashful giggle. Dream carried you to your bedroom, staring lovingly at you the entire time. Your bed was still unmade from this morning, and he gently deposited you in it before pulling the blankets over you.

You snuggled into the covers, drawing them up to your chin. You smiled at Dream as he sat next to you on top of the covers. Cool fingers brushed your hair out of your face. You murmured, “Gonna use your sand to send me off?”

Dream chuckled, soft and low and slightly smug. “No, I will not need it to get you to sleep. I need only do this.” His forefinger settled between your eyebrows (some would say over your third eye) and gently rubbed the skin there. You hummed softly, wiggling deeper into the comfort of your bed. Dream’s eyes practically glowed in the darkness of your room, distant, even though he was sitting right beside you.

You were more than bone tired, and sank easily into his soothing touch. Your eyes flickered and fluttered for a moment before finally falling shut. Dream’s touch on your forehead was the only thing that existed in the blackness behind your eyelids, safe and comforting. You could practically feel the stress leaking out of you and into the mattress.

In your last moment of lucidity before you drifted off, you heard Dream murmur, “Sleep well, beloved. I will see you soon.”

#The Sandman #The Sandman fanfic #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #Morpheus fanfic

[songmingisthighs]

My Mommy

February Filth Fest - 8; mommy kink

group : ateez

pairing : jongho × reader

genre : smut, sub!jongho, dad!ateez

word count : 2.8 k

warning : mdni, smut (not piv), handjob, breastfeeding kink, boobs obsessed jongho, mommy!reader, sub!jongho, mentions of pregnancy-related crack-a-doodle-doo, jongho has oral fixation ?, slight impregnation kink at the end ??

a/n : finally the last part to fff !!! eeek i'm so happy that i'm actually able to deliver my promise and post for all 8 members PLUS an extra. initially i wanted to do four extras but as you know, i managed to post one extra while the other three are still on my notes. tho I'd maybe post them later as a personal project >:)

"Gaho is finally asleep,"

Jongho lifted his head from his book and watched you enter your shared room from his side of the bed. You walked in groaning after struggling to put your 7-month-old baby girl to sleep for the night as he had just learnt the joys of sight and hearing so she became rather fussy. "Are you okay?" Genuine worry dripped from Jongho's voice when he saw you place the baby monitor on your nightstand as you sat down on your side of the bed. You turned to look at him and shot him a grateful smile, mouthing a 'thank you' as you were unable to use your voice.

"You know," the bed behind you dipped as Jongho placed his hands on your shoulders to gently massaged the sore muscles, "I wouldn't mind helping feed her when I'm around. Heck, I'll even clean her poopy diaper and give her a bath," he offered as he pressed his lips to the side of your head lovingly. You let out a hum of appreciation, smiling at how nice it felt to be massaged by him. He always bragged about how strong he is and while he used that as an advantage against his band members, he used it to spoil you with his love. "Yeah, but you work all the time and during weird hours for recording and stuff so I'd rather you rest whenever you can," it was true, you saw how your husband works so hard to provide for your family and honestly seeing him rest well and do some things just for himself was comfort enough for you.

You accidentally let out a moan followed by your head rolling and falling back in pleasure when Jongho relieved the pressure on a sore spot. Jongho's fingers froze for a second when he heard you moan, the sound sent a thrill straight to his gut and suddenly his mind started replaying some memories of you fucking yourself on his cock. It wasn't like he planned on thinking about it, nothing specific was turning him on (other than your moans), but you were right there under his touch. His eyes glazed while his fingers moved on their own accords, massaging your sore muscles to elicit more sounds from you that just made him inhale shakily. His mind was fuzzy with images of you naked on top of him or taking him in your mouth or even you stepping on his cock as he humped on your heels to get off. God, how he missed the days he could just be depraved and not feel guilty because there wasn't a baby in the next room. Then his thoughts shifted to the image of you during your pregnancy. It was around your third month and as you said, it was the sweet spot where your body informed the twins in the apartment but not the troll in the basement. While you loved how perky they were, Jongho loved how he was able to play with them all he wants. It wasn't like he wasn't attracted to your boobs before the pregnancy it was just that now there were more of it and you were lactating. Just the thought of him suckling your breasts and drinking your milk while you writhe under or on top of him, grinding to his hard cock due to oversensitivity got Jongho's cock to spring up to its full size.

Jongho only snapped back into reality when you pulled away from his touch and stood up, saying something along the lines of having to change out of your spittle-covered shirt that barely registered into Jongho's boob-induced brain detachment. Thought what came next wasn't much better for him as you whipped your shirt off and revealed your bare boob, hanging heavy on your chest with your nipples pebbled. Jongho's jaw immediately went slack and his tongue darted out as a reflex when he saw the shine on the peaks from you breastfeeding your daughter, immediately wanting a taste. Despite what your parents said and your baby's paediatrician's suggestion, you didn't want to stop breastfeeding until she was at least one year old as you heard the many benefits that formula just couldn't give. Plus, it was like strapping a treadmill to your chest, where else can you dump 500 calories daily? It was a win-win-win solution for everyone in your family. The baby gets her food, nutrient, immune boost, and neurological benefit among other things, you get to not worry about wanting cheeseburgers at 12 am, and Jongho gets some action whenever he wants.

As you dump your dirty shirt to the floor and turned to ask Jongho if he saw your favourite sleeping shirt, you noticed how his eyes zeroed in on your chest, completely transfixed. "Jongho?" You called out with eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Are you okay?" Of course, he didn't answer verbally, he simply nodded slowly before tilting his head to the side slightly as if to follow with the movements of your breasts.

Knowing him, you knew what he was thinking and it wasn't that hard to guess since his dick was begging to be released from his sweatpants. "Aww, are you staring at my boobies, baby?" you chuckled, walking back to him with your boobs hanging free, intentionally swaying to make them jiggle slightly. Jongho's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as his throat swallowed the imaginary lump that formed. Your confidence skyrocketed just from Jongho staring at you, he made you feel like you were the only woman he'd ever need and want, like you're the most beautiful and precious person in the world.

Reaching the bed, your kneed dipped first as you tower over Jongho, hands cupping his face gently as you gazed at him lovingly but your fingers were rather firm with your thumb pressing onto his bottom lip. "Does baby want his play time before bed?" You asked, tone lower than your previous, the same one you used on Jongho when you mean business. Immediately, Jongho took notice of your tone and he nodded frantically, "Yes, mommy."

In a flash, you found yourself on your shared bed, your back against the headrest with pillows providing a comfortable surface while Jongho was on top of you. A soft exhale escaped your lips as Jongho's lips work fervently to plant marks all over your skin from the side of your neck down to your chest. "You're hungry, aren't you, baby?" You teased with a giggle, knowing that despite his neediness, he still had his pride and the whine that he let out simply boosted your ego. Despite his protests, his lips never ceased their work, clustering to your cleavage and only venturing out slightly to butterfly his pattern. Gently, you cupped his face with your hand and lifted his face to look at you, "Tell me what you want, baby," and Jongho grabbed onto your thighs harshly from trying to contain his excitement, wanting to be good for you. "I want your milk," you were about to scold him for not calling you by your title when he suddenly leaned back and took your left nipple between his teeth, tugging them hard enough to cause you pleasure while still ensuring you wouldn't feel hurt, "I want my mommy's milk," he said, tongue laying flat on the nipple he just teased.

With his words, you leaned back slightly lower to make sure you were in a more comfortable position as Jongho took this as a sign for him to switch positions as well. He laid on the left side of your body, his legs slightly spread as his hands groped your tits gently. You hummed in approval, loving how he was being considerate of your pleasure even when you wanted to give him his. Gasps even left your lips when Jongho squeezed just hard enough that trickles of breast milk fell out of your nipples, effectively causing Jongho's cock to thrash in its confinement as his tip began creating a wet spot that was mere seconds away from being visible through his sweatpants. But he remained patient as best as he could, reminding himself to not do anything that could result in you punishing him. It was established between you two that he was not supposed to do anything until he got your permission and you were proud that he was able to be so obedient even when he was being so needy. The dark orbs of his eyes were twinkling with anticipation, looking up at you so patiently whilst his fingers massaged your tender flesh. He wasn't the only one who wanted him to suck on your boobs, you've always found a certain attraction towards seeing his pretty lips on you and the fact that he could just be so adorable and submissive in the bedroom for you and ONLY for you.

"Go ahead baby, enjoy your meal," you commanded.

Jongho wasted no time before he latched his mouth to your left boob and began sucking greedily. You winced at the first impact, surprised at how harsh he was being with you but that was just proof of how much he wanted you. It was endearing. Painful, but endearing.

"Fuck, Jongho, slow down," you winced, cringing when he bit onto your nipple a little bit too hard. "Sorry," He mumbled against your flesh, momentarily pausing from his sucking to place kisses as if to compensate for his rough treatment. But of course, he soon went back to drinking your breastmilk. Jongho truly enjoyed the taste of you as the liquid gushed from your nipples, coating his tongue and filling his mouth. He wasn't sure if it was the taste of you per se or it was the fact that it was just something your body created and he was enjoying YOU.

It wasn't hard to see that Jongho was having his own fun. You noticed his hard cock straining against the soft material of his sweatpants but he didn't seem like he cared about it much. Jongho froze when he felt you taking his cock out of his sweatpants, the cold air hitting his warm skin made him shudder and clench his jaws slightly. You pecked his forehead gently to calm his nerves down, "Don't worry baby, mommy will take care of you," you reassured, making him relax slightly.

The moment you started pumping Jongho, he couldn't help but let his eyes flutter close, enjoying the new attention you were giving his cock. Slowly, his mind was flowing with pleasure, mouth almost automatically continued its movement on your boob as the hand that was working on your other boob moved on its own accord. The feeling was amazing, having Jongho powerfully milking your tits with his mouth and his hand. Of course, the stimulations were different but in a good way, you were able to enjoy the different textures that gave different types of pleasure. He made you feel good that you started working on him harder. You knew he liked a bit of pain with his pleasure, opting for you to be as rough as you want with him as he tried to take it all. Jongho exhaled sharply when your fingers trailed down to his balls and cupped them firmly, squeezing slightly to the point that his tip spurted a tiny bit of precum. "You like that, baby? You like mommy playing with your big dumb cock?" Pathetically, Jongho nodded his head quickly, causing his teeth to scrape on your boob, "How can you neglect your cock like this? Look at it, it's hard and red and it's already leaking without me having to do much," the condescending laugh you let out made Jongho curl into your body for comfort, slightly ashamed but revelling at how you put him down so easily, "Oh, what would you do without me? Your balls would have been permanently blue had it not been for me teaching you what to do." Jongho moaned when you resume pumping him, tugging on his thick cock that could barely fit in your hand as his mouth drooled all over your tits and dripped to your stomach.

Without a verbal answer from him, you felt yourself getting slightly ticked. Much to Jongho's disappointment, you used the hand that grabbed onto his cock to pull his head back by his hair. "Mm- Ahh!" He whined, lips trying to find your tit to suck again. "Bad baby," a slap was delivered to his face, not a harsh one but hard enough that it made his eyes glaze slightly, "What do you say to mommy for teaching you how to use your dumb cock?" you growled. His response came first with his hand reaching for your hand that was holding onto his hair to place it back on his throbbing cock. Grinding up against your pal, you felt him twitch slightly, part of the tip slightly wet from his precum smearing. "Thank you mommy for teaching me how to use my dumb cock and giving you a baby, making you a real mommy," he said, the corners of his lips twitching slightly as he was teasing you. You had teased him multiple times in the past about how his mommy kink will eventually turn you into a real mommy so when you found out you were pregnant, Jongho was beyond ecstatic. Not only because now you both have a tiny human that was a combination of the both of you but also because he had finally gotten something to tease you with.

"Fuck," you groaned, resuming pumping him with one hand as the other grabbed his head and forced him back to suckle on you. Happily, Jongho complied, sucking more and more of your milk as you jacked him off. It was heaven for him to be able to enjoy you like that. His free hand that was groping your free tit started to grope harder, taking your pebbled nipple between his fingers to tweak and rub at them. At that point, you were sure that you were soaking through your panties and sleep shorts but of course, you couldn't care less when your husband was so close to cumming all over your hand. Jongho was a whimpering mess at this point, his grip on you tight as if he was trying to control his reflexes. His mouth was no longer sucking on your tit but it was still latched on, his tongue swiping your skin in an attempt to calm himself. The more you pumped his cock and the quicker your movements, the more he became erratic. His hips were moving on their own accords despite Jongho trying to keep still. "I- I'm close," he mumbled into your flesh, face hiding away from you in the embarrassment of his confession. You couldn't help but chuckle at how adorably shy he was. Even after making love and fuking each other multiple times over the years, he still couldn't shake how self-conscious he was. Which you have ensured that you loved and adored that side of him.

"Come on, be a good boy and cum for mommy,"

Jongho's eyes screwed shut as he moaned into your flesh in his mouth, cumming with spurts of his semen splattering all over your skin and his; thighs, abdomen, and some even got onto your chest from the way his tip was positioned. You didn't stop jerking him as he rode his high, mimicking his mouth that returned to sucking your very tender boob but a lot gentler. This time, you started moaning from the stimulation and your hand slowed down its movement on Jongho's cock to the point that it was just stroking him gently with the lightest feather touch and even then, his dick was still responding with twitches. Though he had just came, his dick was still hard and maybe you had yourself to blame for still touching him and moaning but you were only a human and you didn't hear Jongho complaining.

It wasn't until Jongho unlatched his mouth from you and sat up a bit that he noticed the wet patch on your sleep shorts. Suddenly he moved on top of you, trapping you under him as he started peppering kisses all over your face. Then he trailed down your body; from your neck to your cleavage, then stopping momentarily at the band of your sleeping shorts. "How about I thank mommy for helping me cum?" he asked after placing a soft kiss on your lower belly as his hands slowly pulled your sleep shorts and panties completely off of you. You let out a hum when Jongho started placing soft kisses on your pussy, teasing you by intentionally letting his lips linger near your clit and on the sides of your folds but not on the centre yet. "How about another baby?" suddenly Jongho delivered a harsh and quick lick by shoving his tongue between your folds and up, flicking your clit in the process. A yelp escaped you when Jongho used his hands to part your legs and folded them slightly to open yourself to him. Your glistening core was glaring at him and he couldn't help but lick his lips, hungry for a different taste of you.

"Yeah, I'm gonna make you a mommy again."

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