#also I could've named the fic COUCH

[lollipopliccer]

𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱m𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢 ❦

❦ warning lollipop chaos ahead proceed with caution...❦ soft dom nanami , set in a cabin , sex on the floor , praise , daddy kink , pet name usage , whiny reader , impact play . no matter your height or weight , nanami is taller and can bench you like a feather , idgaf .

word count ; 2.9k

black fem reader (still all can read)

lollipopliccer’s love note ❦ ... hiiii this is the first fic i'm writing, AAAAEEEE i'm so excited, & ofc my first fic is gonna be with nanami... this is me coping the best i can, cus when i tell you... its on site with gege akutami, ooooo. (ಡ᎔ಡ) anywayyy this fic is for me to live in my delusions, because in my mind nanami is alive & thriving and gege can suck it blehhhh. also my use of lowcase letters in some instances, (like when i type 'i', or when i make reference to nanami's nickname (kennie)) this is purposeful. in addition this is gonna b prt 1 cus this was long as hell (i wanted my debut to be perfect eeeee) okay byee and enjoyyy ❦

"No Kento the tree is all wrong, i want the tassels to sit that way and the bloody balls are wonky... no nanamiii, you can’t put all the pink balls next to each other" you whine at your man.

Nanami looks pointedly at you, so you check that tone, which he has reprimanded you on, more times than you can count, but you just love how nice it is to boss him around. Such a patient and caring man, he knew how tired his precious girl was from a full day of shopping for all the Christmas decorations (that naturally he paid for), and organising the Christmas celebration for the next week. so of course he made you sit down on the couch while he made you both hot cocoa and brought your fave choco chip cookies, and peppermint candy-cane treats. Even though you repeatedly protested, wanting everything to be perfect, he wasn't going to hear a word:

"Honey, you're going to sit on the couch. i will bring us both hot coca, then you're going to tell me exactly how you want this cabin decorated."

"-But"

"Do you understand y/n?"

"Hmph yes Nanami"

"Thank you my sweet girl"

"Oh go away" you beam smiling.

You were stubborn by nature, but Nanami always knew how to take care of you and how to get you to relax for him, pliant to his demands. It was easy to let Nanami take control of the decorations while you sat so pretty for him and demanded, and whined, about the hanging of the stockings being too crooked, or how the phat tree that reached the ceiling of the living room, wasn't giving the right vibes in his elegant holiday cabin, that he asked you to celebrate Christmas with him in. Nanami was perfectly content to fix it all to your desires.

"Baby i think you've rested enough, would you like to help me decorate the tree?"

"AAAAA YES!" you squeal, as you jump up to go and help decorate the tree with your lover. But you can't help but notice how the tree seems to tower over you, as it seems that Nanami’s sheer height has created the illusion of it being normal-sized. You almost swoon.

"EEEEE that's perfect Kento, okay you have to make sure the pink star is placed at the very centre, or else i will legitimately die"

"Tch" Nanami rolls his eyes, but you still catch his smile peeking through, completely enamoured by you.

The cabin was breathtaking, even better than you could've imagined, with Nanami taking the time to ensure everything was as you wanted. Oh, how he made your heart swell.

"Do you like it, baby?" Kento asks you with genuine uncertainty as if you're not literally at a loss for words. He pulls you into a hug, holding you as you rest your head on his chest feeling completely content.

"kennie..." you whisper, "you make me so fucking happy." You can feel him bring your bodies so close together, your proximity to him makes you grow restless- nuzzling your head into his neck. You're welcomed with a wave of his cologne, filling the air with its sensual, rich woody scent. Oh, how he intoxicates you.

"i'm glad to hear that my love." he replies, while you take the time to appreciate him by kissing down his neck, trying your best to mark him just a little bit. Even though Nanami tried to avoid visible hickey marks around his neck, he can’t help but respond with a hiss, sucking in his breath in anticipation of you. He can't blame you, he would never blame his princess, not when you just get so desperate for him; Making it so hard for him to keep his composure.

"Baby, i should feed you first, hmm? You haven't eaten all day and i know you're exhausted from shopping."

You hold Nanami tighter, almost clambering up him like a tree, getting needier and needier for him as he carries you with ease, whilst kissing his neck earning a little moan from your man "mmmno kennie i want you to play with me, hold me please" as you brushed your chest against his.

Holding and caressing your face, how could he deny you, "Sweetheart..." he utters with both your faces so close to each other. The peppermint engulfs him, making his mind run frenzied with filthy, tempting thoughts of all that he could do to you.

"Please daddy," you whine as you run your pretty acrylic nails (that he paid for ofc) through his golden, luscious hair "i promise i'm okay, kennie i swear, i just need you". Even though Nanami is usually the first to say what you need, you know just as well what makes him weak for you.

Kento already losing his resolve, completely melts you into a kiss. It starts off slow, and sensual, but it is intense- oh how it turns you to goo, butterflies fluttering all around.

The kiss grows in intensity as you both grow needy, feeling him through your matching shorts. You try frustratingly to rut against his dick which makes you gasp and whine, but Kento's having none of that whining, biting your lip in retaliation. His princess is going to be good and patient for him, just as he likes.

"I've got you baby, hold on to me okay", he brings you both down onto the carpet, next to the fireplace, right under the Christmas tree. At this angle, you're able to feel him consume you, and how his hard cock rubs your swollen, aching clit over your shorts, you can practically feel his tip already leaking with precum. It's so hard to control yourself when you're with him, he takes such good care of you, and it simply makes you want him inside of you constantly.

"Pleasee" you whine as Nanami grinds against you and kisses you like he's starving, you can hardly breathe. Trying to keep up, you can't help but grab and pull his hair, his top, his pj bottoms, fucking anything-

You whine, trying to get him as close to you as possible, but it's never close enough,

"Patience princess", he begins kissing down your neck, and this makes you melt, surrendering to his control. "That's it baby, mmm i've got you, just gotta be patient for me. Daddy' s going to take care of you, promise." Nanami soothes, though his words do anything but calm you, you moan demanding more.

All control leaves you, feeling a sudden heat as you whine and pant, craving more. Nanami, usually so put together, is losing his composure to the point his throbbing dick aches just at the thought of his tip feeling your warm, sloppy pussy. But he never rushes, no he is thorough, and meticulous in all that he does for you, he will work you till you're fucking broken. A fucking mess.

"What did i just tell you, mmm baby?, i want you to be patient for me, my pretty girl thinks she can be good for me?” *bite*

"Ahhh, yes daddy" you moan, wincing from the mild pain of Nanami's bite on your neck, tethering him to you.

You know how good he rewards you when he has his way with you, how he makes you fucking drool all over him, oh you want it so bad.

"That's my girl, pull your shorts down." As he does the same with you, you watch his body and how he's decorated with your hickeys, his beautifully built body, towering over you. And as he takes down his matching pj bottoms you can see the print of his throbbing bulge, leaving a wet spot from where his impatient tip is begging to be wrapped in your tight, warm pussy.

He knows his demand makes you think he's going to fuck you stupid on his cock, that is always a struggle to take, but he knows what's best, he knows he's going to work you rigorously, till you go dumb for him, his pathetic little slut- he'll scoop you right up and feed you full...

Nanami will have you at his pace. Will work you at his pace. That's when he cradles your head into such a deep kiss, stroking your tongue with his, having your saliva mix together - so messy. So dirty. He watches as a string of spit appears between the two of you as you pull apart; he can't help but push his two fingers past your soft lips.

"Suck."

Without hesitation, you take his fingers into your mouth, coating them with your saliva. You just want to show him how you'll take anything for him, how perfect you are for him, how happy he makes you.

"That's it baby" he praises as you start moaning on his fingers like a starved slut, while he squeezes and lightly strokes your thighs with his other hand. You start moving your hips trying to get him to touch you where you need, oh where you need him so badly, it fucking aches, "daddy, it aches please, please touch me", you mumbled. You look up at him, to watch how his eyes are hung low, yet so intense, and his soft lips, glistening with your last kiss, have you hypnotised. Completely enchanted by you, he won’t make you wait much longer, he never wants to make his baby suffer.

Nanami brought his fingers out of your mouth, while he gripped your plump thighs and he couldn't help but take a bite. Licking and marking you so close to where you needed him. He knew you couldn't take it, he knew how he drove you fucking crazy. It was punishment, punishment for making him so easily swayed as his lady, his soon-to-be wife. The way you mewled and whined made his fingers itch to stuff your pretty little mouth again, his fixation on them was maddening. But he's made you wait long enough, he won't toy with you, not when he has to touch you, feel you, or he might burst.

"So fucking greedy" he chastises, whilst gently bringing his wet fingers down to spread your soaked lips apart so that his middle finger lightly brushes against your clit. You gasp at his touch, igniting your whole body, while Nanami watches intently, taking you in completely; "m'not" you whine,

he leans over you while his fingers take the wetness, only slightly dipping inside, to tease your needy little hole for him to toy with your throbbing clit.

"No baby?" Both of you face-to-face, he circles around your sensitive clit - you gasp and moan, for Nananmi to be right there ready to have you, holding his mouth so close to yours while you struggle just to take his fingers on that tender clit. You move your hands into his hair once again feeling so soft beneath your fingers, making him tingle while he feels your pretty nails tug.

"No kennie, i only wanna please you". Nanami responds to you by sliding his fingers into your soaked pussy, having your wetness give off a little squelch in his motions. This forced a whimper out of you, so soft, so fucking whiny "that's right baby, you're my sweet. girl. aren't you? So. good. for me. isn't that right?" Punctuating each beat of his words with the stroke of his perfectly fitted, long digits that always reach where you need them most, places where you could never get, places that get you so needy and impatient for more, that you begin clutching his shoulders, digging those pretty nails down his back, just how he needs.

"Nghhahh ken-, fuck daddy aah"

"Answer me." he reprimands, smacking your sore, marked-up thigh, once again making you remember how he's trained you, his perfect princess.

"m'sorry, daddy" you're panting - trying so hard to stay focused, trying not to lose it so quickly, so pathetically, just from a few pumps of his fingers in your sloppy pussy, his pretty pussy. "Yes daddy, i'm only good for you, only you kennie" you mewl.

Nanami, gives into you completely, enveloping you in a passionate kiss, bringing your tongues together, stroking against each other. He mirrors the curve and dips of his tongue with his fingers, bringing his thumb to your clit disciplining you like his perfect slut, while he plays with your little bundle of nerves, just how he wants. While he curves his fingers to find the spot, oh that spot that makes you lose your fucking mind, that you can no longer kiss him how you want, so hard for you to keep up. You've given in to him, so pliant for him to play with. You sob, gripping and clutching even harder onto his back, making him hiss and moan in pain. You can both feel his bulge grow impossibly hard, oozing precum on your plush thighs that begin to shake.

"Sshhh baby, i've got you, daddy's got you mmm,"

"nngh ahh kennie i can't, please... ohhh ffuck" you sob rolling your head back and arching your back so pretty for him

"i know baby, i know, but you're gonna take it for me, won't you?" Nanami brings his other hand to pull and hold you down so you're laid out for him, putting some pressure on your pelvis so you feel what he's doing with you more intensely.

Your pants, your moans, whines, Nanami soaks them all up, going straight to his throbbing cock, aching in pain. Wanting nothing more than to stuff you so fucking full, and coat you all over, with his cum, make his cum fucking leak out of you. So you're a drooling mess on his dick.

Alas, he is a patient man.

"Please, i can-nghh can't" you whimper, trying to hold his hand, to get him to slow down, even just a little, just to take it a little easy on your aching pussy.

"Move your hand." he says it so sternly it makes you almost fucking orgasm squeezing your knees together and mewling like a fucking slut. Nanami immediately slaps you (softly whilst still stern), the sting making your eyes prick with tears immediately making you regret your actions,

"Daddy m'sorry" you sob, all while he doesn't let up from fucking your sore little pussy with his fingers. Make you take them without complaint because that's how good girls behave. He separates and holds your thighs apart warning you,

"If you try that shit again honey, i will hurt you, do you understand?"

"Yes sir" you whimper, averting your eyes from him and biting your lip to still try and muffle your moans

"Look at me y/n... there's my sweet girl" as he removes his hand holding your thighs to stroke your face, bringing his thumb to your mouth-

“-Suck baby", and of course, his thumb is in your mouth without a second thought. you suck and moan on his thumb so pretty, while his other hand toys with you. Unrelenting, firm and yet still soft, Nanami holds and fucks you like the most delicate slut, his only slut.

"Daddy- fuckkkmngh ahh" Nanami can feel your pretty pussy clench around his fingers, gripping him in so perfectly so that he finds that little spongey spot, that only he gets. At this point, you're already a blubbering mess, but once he starts to stroke up on your g-spot- so deep. so firm. you feel as though you're going to fucking combust. You grip his arm so firm you almost try and wiggle away, Nanami has gotten you so sensitive it's almost hard to take

"i know baby, fuck, i know..." he softly whispers in your ear, as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mouth falling agape whilst his thumb is still on your lips, causing some drool to pool down your cheek. You look so beautifully fucked. Nanami is holding on by a thread to not flip you over and genuinely fuck your brains out, he wants to make you come over and over, one after the other, but he will never rush, he is a thorough man.

"... you'll take it for me though, i know you can baby" he softly groans, whilst rutting his pulsing dick on your thighs slightly, his tip so pretty turning red whilst it gently hits the flush of your thighs, angry and throbbing.

"Oh my god aaa fu-kennie! daddy aa-" Your legs start twitching, white borders building as you start tearing up from pleasure. You quickly bring your arms around Kento holding on to him, begging him not to stop, he couldn't possibly do such a thing, he wants you fucking cum drunk.

"I've got you baby, let go, come for me mmm," he says after kissing your forehead so softly, while your hips buck and your body twitches, you're barely coherent, blubbering and begging to cum.

"There's my good girl, you're going to cum on my fingers" keeping his fingers firm and steady, curving into your tight little fucking pussy, while circling your puffy clit so perfectly. You clutch and keen onto Nanami, leaving marks all over him that sting so badly. You look so wildly desperate to simply fuck yourself till all your thoughts are on him alone. But it's when Nanami begins biting and marking you down your neck- exacerbating your pleasure, making you tingle all over as your nipples perk up. Your head falls back to expose yourself to him, moaning and whining to his surrender "Daddy-" you whine "I'm gon- gonna cum" as you finally cum undone, spiralling- you sob wantonly, cumming with a loud whimpering cry.

Having all your pleasure gush onto Nanami, as he fucks your mess back into you slowly which makes you hiss from overstimulation.

"Sshh baby, you made a mess all over daddy, can't have it all go to waste mmm? i have to fuck it all back inside, gotta take care of you mm" he whispers down into a kiss holding you in place while you whimper... so fucking sensitive…❦

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

W.D.Y.W.F.M [Lovebites]

Jungkook could've adopted anybody else, really. He's gotten to know a lot of hybrids left and right during his time at the carecenter and foster homes- low maintenance ones, friendly ones, ones that are easy to be around. So why would he want you?

Tags/Warnings: Idol!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, Fox Hybrid!Reader, mentions of trauma, Reader isn't cute & cuddly in this at all, manhandling (not the spicy kind), sort of brat-tamer Jungkook but not in the kinky way if that makes sense? This is about four years AFTER the Prelude chapter!, slight angst, okay it's actually not slight, mentioned attempted violence against mc, mentioned panic attack, fluff, slightly suggestive towards the end but overall SFW

Length: 3.4k words

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A/N: Have you forgotten about this because I didn't

-> Masterlist

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He remembers the day he'd made it public. Not only the fact that he had you, was living with you, legally.. well, owned you-

But that he was also in a relationship with you.

Jungkook remembers the immense wave of both support and hate clashing against one another, both sides aggressively trying to win a fight that was never theirs to fight to begin with. No one ever really pushed against or with him- it had always been about you. Fans trying to shelter and protect you, others attempting to use your past against you, slandering you or even attempting to scare you away from him.

From online threats against your safety, birthday projects all over the world to people actually attempting real life harm against you on airports, and others making signs specifically about loving you to hold up during concerts.

It's a constant push and pull- but after four years now, fans had to pretty much accept the fact that you existed and had this connection to him, or stay in their delusions and theories as to why it cannot be true.

It's like it's gotten simply boring. Old news.

He's kept you at his side, safe and sound, through all these years. Doesn't hide you when he's live, or outside, or taking the plane, or filming. You're a part of his life, and he doesn't ever attempt to keep you hidden. And neither does he ever want to back down and give anyone reason to think that he's not taking you seriously- neither as someone to love, nor as someone to keep safe.

He will do both, fully. Love you, and protect you.

Jungkook is currently live, talking to fans while you're on the couch next to him, tired but unable to sleep yet because it's something you've developed ever since staying with him. It's kind of his own fault- bad timing of him leaving the apartment every time you'd sleep making you wary of leaving him out of sight even to this day. He feels bad for it- but you're both working on that these days.

He doesn't want you to believe that he'd ever leave you alone.

"Is that foxy? Yes, she's right here!" He grins, leaning back a little to teasingly pull one of your ears into frame, showing that you're halfway laying on his lap. It makes some people upset in the chat, but most find it cute. "She doesn't sleep well alone, when I don't sleep she doesn't either." He explains to the fans watching. "Which is.. my fault, I kind of messed that up, but we're working on it." He nods, leaning back forwards to read the chat. "Calvin Klein? Huh?" He wonders why he reads the name of the brand in the chat considering he himself is wearing a simple white nike shirt- before he turns around, spotting you climbing over the back of the couch, seam of your pale purple underwear displaying the brand name. "Ah, yes! We got sent some stuff from their hybrid collection. Looks really pretty!" He smirks teasingly into the Chat, and he knows his management is probably holding their heads again in agony- so he can't help but make them mad just a little more, by reaching out behind him to smack your butt once, earning a squeak from your end and a wave of emojis in the chat.

They can't do much against his relationship or you, but that doesn't mean that they like it when he talks so easily and openly about it like this, or even dares to show public displays of affection towards you. He's not supposed to.

He does it anyways.

"Calvin Klein shooting when? Ah~!" He laughs, leaning back with arms crossed. "I'm not sure if I'd be happy with others seeing her in underwear." He jokes, though there's a hint of truth in it. He's painfully possessive over you- he doesn't like you even just playing around with the other members, for example, does everything for you before anyone else could offer. He doesn't like it when you're being taken care of by others, and he knows that's a bit childish. "But maybe normal clothes. Who knows. Maybe one day." He shrugs and reads the chat that asks him what you're doing- so he turns around to check on you in the kitchen-

Instantly jumping up over the back of the couch to run to you.

"Hey hey hey, no climbing that!" He scolds on his way, pulling you down from the counter before setting you down. "What did you want?" He asks, getting the bowl from the higher shelf for you before teasingly pulling your tail. "Don't do that again, yeah?" He shakes his head as he walks back to the couch, sitting in front of the camera again. "What happened? Ah, she couldn't reach something and climbed on the counter. But she could get hurt, so I don't like it." He explains. "Why? Ah, she doesn't do it usually!" He waves off. "She really doesn't. She's just having an episode these days, so she's a bit more trouble than normal." He says, trying to laugh it off- quickly changing topic.

He doesn't want anyone to really dwell on the fact that the most recent airport accident had sent you into an episode of all things.

Episodes in hybrids can vary in severity. Yours is a pretty serious one- it's been more than 24-hours since the airport incident, and yet you're still quiet, you're still regressing, and most of all- still terribly jumpy, as if you're right back to square one when he'd first brought you home, just ten times worse.

He'd been caught off guard this time. The same as security. No one saw it coming.

The airport had been crowded from the start, which had been normal. It's not unusual for him to draw in a large crowd- you never changed anything about that at the end of the day, if anything, you just increased it with many hybrids becoming fans of you, begging their owners to take them to the airports and other places where they could garner a glimpse of you. But this time, a crazed 'fan' had slipped through security, had grabbed after you- acrylic nails scratching hard on your arm, drawing blood and making you panic, as she yelled in a language he couldn't understand fully at you, hand raised to strike.

Jungkook had barely managed to pull you close, dash towards the car with security suddenly on highest alert, until you both had reached and entered the car.

He will never forget the sight of you, terrified, scrambling to crawl over the backseats, trying to get into the trunk area instead because in that moment, everyone had been an enemy in your eyes.

Him included.

It took him more than half an hour to get through to you, reassuring you enough with his strong hold and scent to push through the fog in your mind, and make you remember that he is safe. He's your person. He's to be trusted. And he's not mad at you for biting him in that moment whatsoever.

You'd thrown up the moment you'd entered the apartment due to the stress, before you shamefully hid in the furthest corner of the shower, cowering in panic, body trembling still.

Jungkook had wanted to cry so badly while the guilt crawled up his neck. Instead, he'd given you space, and had instead called a doctor to schedule an appointment asap for today, and one home visit later, you're all bandaged up and medicated to help your anxiety until you're able to think straight again.

He doesn't like that it has to be like that. But he understands that it's all that can be done to at least make your episode a bit more manageable and comfortable.

"Yeah, I'm gonna take some days off. I actually wanted to anyways, it's not just because of what happened, so don't worry." He reassures the fans concerned over your well-being- probably mostly because of the official statement from his company, which also announced his short hiatus from all activities, and a sharp increase in security measures moving forward. You simply crawl over his lap to lay down lazily, tail smacking around, your impatience the result of lack of attention. "Is she okay? Yeah, she has been prescribed some medication, she is okay." He offers, before he changes the topic again for a moment, until he can finally find a good opportunity to end the livestream.

The moment he does, he leans back, tension leaving his body as he watches you turn your head towards him. You've not said a word since the airport- and your gaze is hazy, not quite there.

He feels guilty just looking at you.

"I won't let that happen ever again." He promises, a hand on your head gently petting your ears. "I'll protect you more seriously." He mumbles, and you just watch him, happy to gain his attention even if you've got no idea what he's saying. Right now, you can't really comprehend anything- neither time, nor words, nor anything else.

You just exist, healing in silence it seems like.

And that's fine with him, as long as you'll be okay.

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You're biting on his curled up finger, while he laughs and wiggles your head around with it, no pain whatsoever in your bites.

You do that, occasionally, even when 'normal'. Though in that state, you typically recoil from your own actions, feeling bad for them even with his patient attempts at reassuring you that it's fine with him. But like this, still in your episode, you're a lot more open with what you're usually hiding when it comes to your natural hybrid behavior.

Love bites. That's what Jungkook calls them.

You bite his arm randomly when he stops paying attention to the movie you're supposed to watch together. You bite his neck whenever you cuddle, tangled up limbs and careful nips on his skin, well aware you shouldn't mark him up- even though he wouldn't complain. You bite after his hands when he tries to feed you stuff, though his reflexes tend to be better. And you bite at his clothes and pillows and toys- those you have a tight hold on though, testing his strength every single time.

He doesn't mind any of those things. He knew what you'd be like right from the start.

Your mind is slowly clearing up a bit, the second day into your episode- though it seems like you're still hiding away behind your hybrid behavior, taking your time to properly heal and collect yourself again before facing reality. And he's fine with that.

You can take as much time as you need and want.

He's brushing your hair for you while you sit on his lap, still tired form having just woken up. He can't really leave you alone like this- and you also still need to go to your regularly scheduled appointments to make sure you're recovering physically and mentally. Last checkup they've found some growing bruises near your hip, probably from the car door having accidentally swung into you in all the frenzy, and because you can't really tell anyone how you're feeling right now, everyone including Jungkook is being a little extra careful.

Though he can't say he doesn't enjoy moments like these, where he's truly got you all to himself.

He's opening a pack of wet wipes specifically for hybrid features, and you automatically move to lay your head in his lap as he cleans your ears for you- something back then, the shelter had told him to teach you to do yourself first things first since you hated having it done with a passion, but he's never had any problems with you. Sure, you can be a brat-

But you always have somewhat of a reason for lashing out if it happens, down the line. And he's learned to take a step back and look for that reason first and foremost, before judging or scolding you.

You wiggle around a little bit as he finishes up, putting everything away before he lets you go to lay down somewhere near the windows on a mattress he'd laid out. He chuckles as he walks back inside the living room, holding out your collar towards you, and his heart breaks a little when your ears clearly droop, probably still scared of leaving the apartment. "I know, but we have an appointment today that has to happen at the doctor's." He gently speaks, squatting down to where you're stubbornly rolling away from him, shielding your neck so he can't put your collar on. He clicks his tongue, carefully putting the collar down into his lap before he pulls your wrists away from your neck. "Baby please. I promise you, no one will ever hurt you again as long as I'm with you, okay?" He presses on, and at that, he can see your ears turn towards him, before you slowly give in to his hands pulling yours down.

He carefully places the simple velvet collar around your neck, both an Identification mark and a Yellow mark with the words 'Caution; Nervous' on it. He's received it from the doctor that checked up on you right after your episode had started- and he feels awful that you have to wear it like this.

But he'll do anything to make sure you're safe.

"…kook?" you ask, and he immediately perks up at hearing you speak again, arms open to let you crawl into his lap. "M' scared." You admit, and he nods.

"I know." He agrees, because he really does know that you're still fearful. It's only natural after what had happened. "But I'll do anything to keep you safe. You trust me?" He asks, and after a moment of thinking-

You nod into his chest, making him feel unbelievably proud of himself.

He won't let it go to waste.

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It's been a week, and Jungkook has to admit- he's never been happier that you're back to your old, chaotic self.

"You know you're in trouble." He states, holding up one of his sweaters-

The strings of the hood all chewed up, clearly because of you. You're just sitting on the floor on a random pillow, tail wagging, as if you're proud of your work. "People keep staring at you!" You complain, huffing in anger as you cross your arms. "You need my scent on you, so they know you're taken!" You say, and he sighs, shaking his head.

"It's not like I'm gonna wear this with those strings still in place anyways." He tells you, and you seem to become even more frustrated now. "In fact, I'm not really wearing anything top-wise in the most recent photoshoots-" He says, and suddenly, you get up, and dash past him, your shoulder hitting his body as you push towards your room- But he doesn't want you to just lock yourself in and 'sleep it off' like you always do. He wants you to explode into his face like this- he needs you to be honest for once. "No, you'll stay right here." He tells you, but you shake your head, trying to claw his hand from your arm.

"I don't want to!" You bark at him, now simply letting yourself drop down, hanging limp from his grip, and he just watches how you throw your little tantrum. "Let me go!" You hiss up at him, but he just takes in a deep breath, and continues to hold you.

"No." He denies. "And I can do this all day long, you know?" He shrugs, dragging you over the floor by your arm into the kitchen to get some water out the fridge.

And even as he can see your eyes start to tear up, he doesn't budge.

"You know, I'd really like to help you." He sighs, sitting down on the floor close to you. "I hate seeing you cry."

"Then let me go!" You try again, but he shakes his head.

"I won't." He denies once more. "I told you that's not how it works. Over and over again." He reminds you, his grip softening a bit. "I need you to talk to me, not just bottle things up and shove them into a corner inside your head." Jungkook complains, and you deflate at that.

"I don't like that.. no one takes me seriously." You say, and he tilts his head a bit in question. "People act like.. like I'm not even there." You say quietly, and he's unsure what you mean.

"What are you talking about baby?" He wonders, helping you sit on his lap, legs over his thighs wrapped around him just like your arms. "Many people love you. And by now, almost everyone knows you too." he reminds you, but you shake your head.

"They know me as your hybrid." You say, in a defeated manner. "But people don't see me as.. you know.. your mate." You complain into his shoulder, and at that he hums to himself, seeing the issue finally reveal itself.

"You're jealous?" He wonders, and you shrug.

"Sometimes." You admit. "When.. people how well this or that.. famous person fits you, you know." You finally say honestly. "And the worst is that they're often right. You do look nice with a pretty actress maybe, or-" You begin to rant, when a hand runs over your back, up and down.

"Mark me." He tells you, and you freeze.

"What?" You wonder, leaning away to properly look at him. But he just smiles, teasingly almost, and leans his head to the side a little.

"You heard me." He chuckles. "Wherever you want. Mark me up." He shrugs.

"But.. I'm not allowed." You shake your head, unsure if you understand him correctly. "I'm not supposed to."

"I do it all the time to you, don't I?" He asks, and you nod, a little shy now. "So? Only fair if you get to do it too. I'm sorry I didn't realize how.. that must've felt like to you, the fact that I always told you not to do it." He offers, a hand running over your tail.

"But they'll get angry at you-" You remind him, and he still denies it, instead leaning in to peck your lips once. You huff at that, even after the second, the third- but the fourth is when you melt, join in, and let yourself be swepped away by his love.

Jungkook knows best, you remind yourself. He knows what he can and can't do. He'll manage that.

You're mouthing at his neck on instinct, careful still- before you actually do end up biting and marking him, the evidence of this staying even the next day and the day after, causing his management to scold him numerous times- all of them Jungkook simply lets wash over him, not really taking it to heart.

He loves you, and therefore things like these are simply normal. They shouldn't be forbidden. He's not a child anymore.

And, at the end of the day, he doesn't need the fame, or money, or anything else.

He only needs you.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook imagine #bts jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts jeon jungkook x reader #bts jeon jungkook imagine

[idontplaytrack]

I don’t care which character I just want play fighting that ends with someone getting slightly hurt and lots of cuddles and kisses after or smut whatever you want lol

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AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: fluff, some coarse language, smut— strap use(AJ receiving), pet names(both receiving), one dirty joke?

Fic below the cut contains scenarios of two requests. The one above and another one where strapping AJ was requested.

The scenarios were supposed to be separate fics but I also had my sister pick a colour for the title. She picked green so here is the play-fighting request with AJ combined :D

You were currently at AJ’s for a sleepover, the movie playing before you and her was long forgotten while the two of you got engaged in a pillow fight.

She accidentally hit your head with a cushion that she was trying to grab from the couch behind you so she could cuddle with it while watching the movie. You gasped, “What was that?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby.” Her eyes widened for moment, realising she’d accidentally hit you on the head. You’d barely felt it and it didn’t even hurt. But you were just…playing.

You nudged her gently. She nudges you back. This went on for a little while. Then she started to tickle you, “Stop, stop!” You exclaimed while in a laughing fit. “Stop.” You blindly felt around for a cushion and swung, it hit her torso.

“Ohh, y/n. That’s it—” She laughs, gasping. Grabbing ahold of the other couch cushion, she hits you back, similarly. It didn’t hurt, she would never hurt you. She loves it when you got playful with her.

This back and forth went on a good while but you ducked one of her tries and the cushion came into contact with your head pretty hard. You froze. In your head, you thought this was the perfect opportunity to mess with her. A few seconds later, you look up at her with teary eyes, licking your lips. Her face instantly fell, so did the cushion in her hands. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” Her hands on either of your arms as she tilted your chin to look at her again. “I didn’t mean to hurt you— are you okay?”

You bit back a smirk, telling her you were completely fine after a handful of seconds.

“Oh, my God. What the heck, y/n.” She heaves a sigh of relief, chuckling, “Are you sure? That was pretty—”

“I’m okay. I was just playing with you.” You promised, “I promise. Sorry."

Her hand was on your cheek, her thumb caressing it as she looked into your eyes, “Okay.” Before you registered what was going on, she leans in and presses her lips onto your own. Both of them instantly melting into one, moving in sync as it gradually deepens. A quiet whimper falls from her freaking kissable lips causing your breath to hitch.

You suddenly remembered the certain thing in your bag. “Wait—” You broke away from the kiss. “Baby.” She whined, “What—”

“I brought something I wanted to try.” You got up to grab your bag and opened it up in front of her, “This thing.”

Her eyes got bigger for a second in sheer bewilderment. “You brought— oh, my God.” She laughs, “You really came prepared didn’t you? Was this all part of your little plan?”

“No, I was gonna ask if we could try it out whether or not you hit me in the head with that cushion.” You shrug.

“I mean…we have the house to ourselves…” She laid down on her side as she spoke, head being propped up by her hand, “I don’t see why not.”

“Really? You’re okay with it?”

“Um, my pretty girl wants to rail me? Yes please.” She nodded.

“I mean— I’ve never used one before. It’s usually uh, you.” Her bluntness has you stuttering already.

“Well, you wanna give it a shot and I'm more than happy about it." AJ smiled softly.

"Okay." You smiled, relieved that she was open to it. But since it was your first time dealing with a strap on, it was a little awkward when you were trying to put it on, resulting in a bit of a laughing fit between you and AJ, but all was good. You could've always put it on later, but it took you a few minutes to get settled in and comfortable so you were glad you chose to put it on first before doing anything. You and AJ had moved things up to her room, abandoning your initial plans of just staying down in the living area for interest of both your sleeps later on. Despite knowing that no one would be home for the next few days, AJ still shut and locked the door habitually.

"Is this revenge...for me hitting you in the head?"

"No, but do you want me to make it seem that way?" You ask, biting back a grin as she sat rested against the headboard, making sure her legs were open enough so you could kneel before her. You moved quickly, not wasting a single second before you attacked her lips first. Eventually, you were seated, her legs bracketing you on either sides— the kiss never broke, your hands and hers, both exploring each other's bodies eagerly. "AJ, take that off." You spoke into the kiss, fingers clawing at the fabric of her t-shirt. "Okay." She responds, barely breaking away enough to speak. She kisses you one time before she completely pulls away to remove the fabric. Tossing it aside without a care, she pulls you back in. She went for it, bold, wet, passionate kisses, practically sucking your face. There was a glint of challenge in her eyes during the very brief loss of contact when she was removing her shirt— you kissed her back even harder, roaming lower and aiming to cover each and every exposed inch of her skin. Your mouth reaches her chest, and you rested your chin in her cleavage, eyes looking at her. She looked down at you, an almost perverted look in her as she silently asked you to proceed. You reached behind her, unclipping her bra in a hurry and throwing it out of the way before you made yourself comfortable on her chest, soft licks and purposeful kisses and even bites, that would be just barely noticeable but she'd know. AJ would know. When your teeth grazed her hardened nipple, she lets out a quiet moan, you watched as her head was thrown back, a soft thud comes from when it hits the headboard. The shaft has been pressing up against her core this whole time, moving when you moved. It was adding on to the stimulation and making her more needy— she was shamelessly massaging your tits every chance she got, but it wasn't for very long given how you where literally stuck on her, feeling her like it was your very last chance to do so.

AJ squirms and says, "Harder." You in the crook of her neck, already biting down on a particularly sensitive spot, pulled away and looked her in the eye like you just heard that someone had grown three heads. "I want you to go harder." She confirms calmly— barely calm. She couldn't keep her hands to herself and was desperate for more of you. "Okay." You agreed and went back to work, doing exactly what she asked and she moans right into your ear. The vibrations of the noise from such a close proximity sends a shiver down your spine, causing a tiny whine to slip from your mouth. She chuckles, "Aw, so cute." Tease. Your tongue slides over the redness to soothe it before you detached your mouth from the area entirely. Your hand slides down her front and began to rub her clit in rhythmic circles, allowing her wetness to grow, and grow. AJ begins squirming again, biting down on her lower lip to muffle her noises.

“AJ, I wanna hear you, princess~” You held her chin in your hand, forcing the eye contact. A strained whimpering makes its way to your ears and has a smug smile tugging at your lips. Seeing her being such a flustered mess under your ministrations made your head spin. However, she was still fighting it, only allowing to hear nothing but meek moans, whimpers or whines. You wanted more from her and you were going to get it. And so, your free hand leaves her chin and gives her pussy a resounding smack. AJ seethes, a throaty moan gets caught so you rubbed her harder. Gathering her wetness, you middle finger glided down to her entrance and slipped inside without resistance. Once your finger poked her in her g-spot, there was no turning back for AJ: every obscene noise known to man filled the room, all coming from that mouth of hers. Now aware of what makes her let go, you kept at it, your finger does a 'come here' motion every time it plunges back in and curled itself upwards.

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"Oh, my— oh, my God. y/n~" AJ whines, breathing beginning to seem ragged the more you picked up your pace, "Fuck~"

Instinctively, a second finger enters her to give her a little more friction that she was craving, "Oh—" She gasps, "Yes. Yes. Fuck." Once her breath started to come out in short pants and eyes seemingly started to lose focus, your free hand grabs her chin again to have her look at you. "Eyes on me for now." You hummed, "Okay?"

As your fingers were plunging in and out of her, your thumb on the same hand hits her clit with every retreat and push, her dreamy noises matched up with your actions. You kept going and going, hearing her moan for you, moan your name, Until, she started trembling and you pulled your fingers out, swiftly replacing it with the strap. You guided her to lay flat onto the mattress, keeping the existing length inside of her. AJ cried out in pure pleasure feeling herself getting filled out by the shaft. Her gaze locks with yours as she gives you a nod of approval to push yourself in further. "Oh, shit." AJ mumbles. Your eyes immediately studied her, concerned. "'m fine, 'm fine." She panted, "That just went deep." Chuckling, she pulls you down to meet your lips, "Oh, that feels so good."

"Great." You smiled, returning the kiss as you briefly cupped her cheek

The quick moment of sobriety soon faded into the distance and a mix of high-pitched whimpers and moans filled the small space. "Oh, yeah...you're such a good girl." You admired her face— and her breasts that were moving in tandem with your motions are you held one of her legs up. She laughs, almost deliriously while looking right back at you, "You are unbelievable, baby..."

You exhaled, focused on chasing her orgasm. You gave her a smile though, and she bucked her hips upwards, yearning for more. So, you retracted, pulling out just enough without leaving her completely then slammed into her. AJ just cried, "K-keep going. I'm so close. I'm so close."

"Say please..." You requested.

"Please." She immediately let you hear what you wanted to hear, "Please, baby." A whine follows her ask, prompting you to keep going— she was so, very close.

"Come for me." You leaned down to whisper into her ear, "Come for me, princess."

She unravels, noisy through the whole of it, even shaking a little. You slowed down to help her ride out her high, eventually pulling out and replacing the silicone shaft with your fingers. AJ flinches, seething due to the sensitivity. Her clit was still pulsing as the clenching of her walls begin to slow to a halt. You removed the harness and laid down next to her, brushing the hair from her face, "How was that?"

"You're the best." Her arm wraps around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "Honestly, the best I've ever had. I've made myself come before but it's never quite the same as when you do it." You blushed, cheeks burning with a bright pink hue. She chuckles huskily, "So soon? You're shy already?" You bury your head in her chest, enjoying her touch and company as she traced your back aimlessly...her chin rested on the top of your head while you listen to the slightly loud beating of her still racing heart.

"y/n?" She broke the silence after a short few minutes. You pulled your head away from her body just enough to meet her gaze. "Hm?" You hummed. "I love you." She says softly and you feel your cheeks growing hot again. "I love you too, AJ." You answered, snuggling closer once again. "I'm sorry for hitting you on the head." She mentions again. "That's fine, it was an accident." You giggle, she rubs your back and presses another kiss to the crown of your head. "But seriously, though— want me to give you some head to make up for it?"

You heard what she told you— or asked you. But you froze in bewilderment and it takes a few seconds for you to register those words. "What?"

"I asked what I asked." She replied seriously, her eyes watching you intently. That ever-growing pinkish hue on your cheeks was something you were becoming very aware of due to her attention.

"I just want some cuddles right now, but later, you can." You told her.

"Sure." AJ nodded, holding you tightly in her embrace, her free hand was stroking your head in the area where the cushion had hit you earlier. And as you said, you were absolutely fine, but you wouldn't say no to that her cuddles and kisses, and whatever she was doing stroking your head.

"I love you." You mumbled against her chest as your eyelids started to feel heavy, her presence alone was lulling you to sleep sooner than you expected.

"I love you more, pretty girl."

#auli'i cravalho #aj campos #aj campos x reader #hulu crush #crush(2022) #wlw #queer #wlw fluff #romance #fluff #relationship #lgbtqia #wlw ns/fw #wlw smut #sapphic #female reader #x reader #reader insert #requested fic

[nijisanji-brain-rot-fics]

luxiem x reader || halloween !! day two , part one

IKE EVELAND

man myth and legend

he probably thinks that halloween in a childish thing

but hes up for scary movies

EXCEPT... IF ITS THE SHINING

he would definitely hate the shining because its fucking scary [like have you seen the shining??? ITS HORRIFYING]

"No, [name]! You know I hate 'The Shining'." He said, covering his ears to stop anymore of your pleading words into his mind.

"Pretty please, Ike? It isn't even that bad! It's just a few scary scenes!" You whined, taking him from the waist and squeezing him slightly. He looked back to you with a face of slight disdain.

"[Name], I hate 'The Shining'. You know how scary it is." He sighed, turning back to the microwave which started beeping as the popping sounds of popcorn faded off.

"Just this once, please! It isn't as bad as you remembered. It's been like, three years since you watched it with the others." The others meaning his debut mates in Luxiem. They watched it on their first Halloween night all together when they first debuted. Ike, after that night, was undoubtedly traumatized by the movie and hasn't tried watching it again ever since.

"As much as I love you, I'm serious, I cannot watch 'The Shining', it traumatized me." He groaned, taking the popcorn out of the microwave and setting it down on the table before looking over at your pouting face again. He knew how much 'The Shining' was your favourite show, obviously because the struggle to shut up about comfort shows is undeniably hard. I mean, it shouldn't be so bad now, right? He had you by his side, so he should be fine...

"Ugh... Fine. We can watch 'The Shining'. Just... Don't judge me if I get scared." He mumbled under his breath, taking his gold rimmed glasses off to give you a small look of defeat, but felt a surge of warmth in his chest when he saw you beam with happiness.

"I would never, babyyyy." You said with a smile, pulling him towards the couch where you let him lie down on your chest. Going on [whatever streaming platform you use], you searched up the movie Ike dreaded watching for a few years. He wrapped his arms around you with a small pout as you put the movie onto the big screen, already bracing himself for all the damned jumpscares and scary parts of the movie.

After the movie, Ike was clutching onto you so tightly, you could've sworn there were fingernail marks where he held you that stayed for almost a week. It seemed he hasn't completely healed yet from the past trauma of that movie. You better thank him for sacrificing his heart rate so you could watch.

a/n: do i know what im doing? no (also if yall want longer versions of these fics just lmk and ill try www)

#ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #nijisanji x reader #halloween fics

[whatologys]

Hi, can you do raven asks dick and kory for advice for asking gnreader out?

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: none, i think, lmk if i missed anything :p

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: rachel roth x gn!reader

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 0.4k

𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔡: yes/no

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff ig :)

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘: none

𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰: so sorry this took so long, i've been pretty busy with exams and all, but, i am finally trying to bring out some stuff, kind of likemy holiday presents to you guys, yay!

ALSO: I am going to actually make a plan for holiday fics i will be making, with a few dates, so it'll appear sometime soon, on my pinned post :D

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Rachel has been pining over you for weeks, and really really wants to ask you out, so who better to ask but dick and kory

Rachel's daily routine became a delicate dance of avoiding awkward encounters. The mere prospect of running into you in the communal kitchen or the hallway sent her heart into an erratic pitter patter. There were times when she questioned if her crush had taken residence in her subconscious, playing puppeteer with her every move.

One particularly awkward encounter unfolded during a shared elevator ride. As the doors slid closed, Rachel felt a familiar warmth creeping up her cheeks. She desperately tried to focus on the display panel, avoiding any eye contact that could expose her internal struggle. The silence between floors seemed to stretch for an eternity, each passing second amplifying the awkward tension.

"You know," she blurted out, breaking the silence, "elevators are... um, weirdly quiet, huh?" You'd replied with a small "Yeah" and walked out of the elevator, and as soon as the elevator doors closed again she groaned.

Smooth, Rachel, real smooth. She mentally facepalmed, berating herself for the cringe-worthy attempt at conversation. Fortunately, you flashed a friendly smile, alleviating the awkwardness, at least momentarily.

So, she went to the only two people who she thought actually had some valid advice, Dick and Kory. She could've gone to Jason, or Gar, but would they really have valid advice?

With a hesitant smile, she began, "Can I ask you guys something?" The words hung in the air, a mix of anticipation and vulnerability.

To her surprise, Kory's eyes sparkled with knowing amusement as she replied, "Is this about your crush on [name]?" It was as if Kory had a sixth sense for matters of the heart, a trait that simultaneously impressed and flustered Rachel.

Caught off guard, Rachel's blush deepened. Clearly, her stammering and awkward smiles hadn't gone unnoticed by the observant duo. Dick, leaning back on the couch, arched an eyebrow in a playful yet supportive manner. "Spill it, Rachel. We're all ears." Rachel took the opportunity and voiced her concerns.

Kory, always the beacon of optimism, offered a warm smile. "Rach, crushes are like constellations. They may seem distant and mysterious, but with time, you learn to navigate by the stars. Embrace the journey, and don't be afraid to enjoy the view."

Dick, ever the voice of reason, chimed in, "And remember, communication is key. If you're comfortable, talk to [name]. Be genuine, be yourself. Awkwardness can be endearing, you know."

Thus, she set off on her quest for your heart, then cringed when she called it that in her head. Rachel cleared her head, shook her body loose, and knocked on your door.

#whatology #x reader #xreader #gn!reader #titans #dctitans #rachel roth #rachel roth x reader #rachel roth x gn!reader

[homosociallyyours]

Hii! Hope the writing is going well?

These are the questions i want to ask if you're still answering: 5, 20 (related to 20, whichever answer you choose i would love details on this WIP)

Hiiiii it went well, I finished my draft!! WHEEEEE

my reward? answering this ask! so thank you :)

5) Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

Ummm not necessarily a superstition, but I do write in comic sans bc I read that it tricks your brain into thinking you're doing something very silly/not actually serious. And I believe it works for me!! So it must be true, right?

20) If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you've always imagined it-- which would you choose?

I know this is supposed to be a hard choice, but. Love. For sure, no hesitation, I'll pick someone supportive sitting next to me on the couch and encouraging me to work on a new fic or an old WIP.

It doesn't hurt that I don't really have a WIP that's a darling to me at the moment. I have a couple that I really wanna finish, though. The next one I'm gonna tackle (hopefully for the end of next month, fingers crossed) is something that was supposed to be written for the reverse bang before last. It's got art by @becomeawendybird and UGH it's gonna be great once I actually write the last 2000 words or so. Details below the cut :)

So the prompt/art is girl direction and basically tax preparer Marcel/stripper Louis-- Marcel works for a big tax company that tweets about being able to help strippers with their taxes (in a cheeky, cute way) and Louis works at the Lusty Lady, a worker owned, unionized peep show in SF. Marcel helps Louis, and the two of them later go on a date and fall for each other. There's some good awkward moments in there and some sexy-ish ones too, imo.

I honestly think I could've finished it in time, but some outside pressures really got into my head and made me scared to finish. Basically I have a lot of sex workers in my life who I love and care about, including people who worked at the Lusty Lady, and someone on here heard that I was writing a stripper fic and got very upset with me, telling me I shouldn't write it bc it's disrespectful and harmful to sex workers.

My beta at the time was literally a sex worker? She is open about this, just to be clear, and I'm not going into this thoughtlessly. While I know I'm not gonna write something that perfectly portrays the experience of All Strippers with a story about someone working at this (pretty unique) spot in a very liberal city like SF, I was hoping to write something cute and fun but also respectful and informative.

ANYWAYYYY i valiantly pretended that i wasn't listening to this one person and did keep working on the fic, but it really got in my head and once I missed the deadline I had to limp over to something else. In case it's not obvious, I'm *still* not over it, and my only hope is that this person (with whom I'm in a mutual block, though I do know they're still active) doesn't know when i publish it and won't go after me for it.

so. uh. late April! hopefully! maybe finishing the WIP is all it will take for my one true love to find me??

** usually i like gossiping a bit, but i won't reveal the name of the person who came after me, so please don't ask. i didn't tell anyone at the time and i'm not starting now **

#weird writer asks #wips #my writing #meant to post this yesterday and forgot

[terrm9]

Fall On Me

Words count: 4 200 Warnings: mentions of fertility issues, other than that just fluff Author’s note: This is the fic I have thought so much about. I have written something, then stopped, then written again, thought about it and considered for so long if I should post it or not. I have never been this nervous posting something, probably because there is a big part of me in it - therefore, any kind of feedback will be greatly appreciated!

After four years of dating and their first year being married, Chiara and Ethan find out that there are still surprises in store for them.

Important notes: My MC (Chiara) has been diagnosed with an immune system disorder that makes it close to impossible for her to become pregnant. It has been stated in Destination fic as well as in Already Gone series, but for those who haven’t read those, it’s important to know that so you understand the context.

There are three more important notes at the end (they would kind of ruin the experience if you read them in the beginning). PLEASE read them, especially the first one, it is really important to me.

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As Ethan stepped into his office, the sight of sleeping Chiara on a couch didn’t even surprise him. It was the fifth time in the last ten days. She would throw an apologetic smile at him along with a muttered “I just need to catch a quick break” and half an hour later, he would find her fast asleep in his office.

At this point, surprise has been replaced by worrying. Ethan knew his wife and he knew that she could go weeks without rest. This behavior was strange, to say the least.  

He approached the couch and knelt next to it, gently brushing the hair off her forehead. Placing a soft kiss on it instead, he whispered: “Chiara, are you okay?”

She opened her eyes slowly at first, obviously confused about the whole situation. Realizing what was happening – again – she sat up rapidly, trying to come up with a good excuse.

“I am sorry, Ethan, I must have fallen asleep. I just wanted to sit down for a while and-“

“It’s okay,” Ethan cut her off and took a seat next to her, hugging her waist. “I’m just a little worried about your constant tiredness.”

Sighing, Chiara rubbed her eyes and leaned into his chest, shaking her head slowly.

“I am fine. It’s just… ever since we’ve gotten back from the Europe, the work has been crazy. Two weeks and I feel like I need another vacation.”

Visiting Europe has become their habit through the years. It started with a trip to Tuscany on Chiara’s third year of residency, continuing with a quick trip to France after getting engaged, honeymoon in Greece and finally this year, when they decided to spend their first wedding anniversary on a three-weeks long roadtrip through Scandinavia, finished with four days in The Basque Country, so that Chiara could pursue her dream of visiting Guernica, the village on Picasso’s painting.

Chiara was right about the work being absolutely crazy ever since they’ve gotten back and throwing a glance at the paperwork on his desk, Ethan was very well aware of the exhaustion they both felt. Still, he managed to get through his days without needing a nap.

“Let me draw your blood so that I can run some tests. Maybe it’s just iron deficiency, but I want to be sure,” Ethan murmured into her hair, kissing the top of her head. “And go home to sleep.”

She turned to him, brows furrowed as she shook her head again.

“Absolutely not. I am fine, just a little weary. Just make me a cup of coffee and I’ll be fresh.”

Ethan stood up to make her the coffee, however he had no intention of letting her stay in work. He would bet that she was just ‘resting her eyes’ while he was turned to the coffee machine. As a doctor, there was one particular idea about what her exhaustion was about. Noticing such symptoms with anybody else, he would be absolutely sure. But this was Chiara he was thinking about and so he didn’t allow his mind wander into the direction it was tempted to.

“I am serious, Rookie. You are no use here, hardly keeping your eyes open. Drink the coffee, let me take your blood and go home to rest. I’ll come as soon as I can.”

She rolled her eyes and took the cup from his hands. Just as she was about to sip the coffee, she scrunched her nose in an utter disgust and looked up at him.

“Did you change the brand? This smells… ugh, I am not as demanding as you when it comes to coffee and even I can tell that this smells worse than the cafeteria coffee.”

Ethan bit his lip to hide the jitteriness overwhelming him at those words.

It was the same coffee brand they’ve been ordering for more than three years.

It was all adding up.

He shrugged as casually as he could and said: “Yeah, I tried a new roastery and it’s disappointing. Lets get you out of here, shall we?”

Chiara wanted to fight him, to stubbornly stay and prove him that she was more than capable of working, but she had to admit that she’s probably never felt as exhausted. And the vision of their king-sized bed was way too tempting.

Relucantly, she nodded and followed Ethan into an empty patient room to get her blood taken.

˜

To say that Ethan was nervous would be an understatement. He could’ve gone home a long time ago and instead he found himself pacing back and forth in his office, waiting for a nurse to page him that Chiara’s results were ready.

Still, when his pager went off, he all but jumped on the spot.

Seven minutes later, Ethan thanked the nurse and clutched the results in his hand, fighting the urge to read them right then and there, not quite believing his own self to be able to not to break down is the results confirmed the diagnosis he suspected.

Breathing heavily as he reached his office, he sat down on the couch – the very same Chiara was sleeping on just hours ago – and with trembling hands opened the file to see the results.

His eyes widened and just then, his vision turned blurry. New lump formed in his throat and his heart kept beating as if his dear life depended on the rate it was beating. His hands trembled so hard now that the file fell on the floor.

He was right.

Ethan could feel the tears damping his cheeks and falling on the fabric of his navy blue pants and he realized that he couldn’t care less about crying while at work.

Throwing his head back, he stared at the ceiling, letting the tears fall down freely, his heartbeat slowly calming back to normal.

He knew he needed to go home and share the results with Chiara. He just didn’t know how he should do such a thing.

˜

Chiara’s peaceful five-hours long nap has been interrupted by the sound of keys clinking in the door.

Stirring lazily in a blanket, she sat up and smiled softly as Ethan walked into the living room.

“You look exhausted. Hard day?” she asked, patting the seat next to her. “Come here.”

Ethan slumped down on the couch next to her and kissed her cheek instead of answering, his mind a battlefield of ideas on how to tell Chiara. As a doctor, he knew that he needed to be honest and straightforward. As a husband, he didn’t feel comfortable throwing such a bomb into her face as if she was simply a patient.

Noticing how lost in his head Ethan was, Chiara grew concerned.

“Did something happen, Ethan?”

He blurted his next words out before he gave any of his battling ideas a chance to win.

“I’ve got your test results.”

“Am I dying?” Chiara laughed, putting her hand on his bouncing knee to calm him down. After Ethan refused to look back at her, she sensed that something was indeed wrong. “Oh, I am dying, aren’t I?”

Chuckling, Ethan finally turned to look at her and kisser her temple. “You are not dying.”

“But?” Chiara raised her eyebrow while Ethan took the hand on his knee into his own, stroking Chiara’s knuckles softly with his thumb.

Taking a deep breath, he stuttered: “I… we… you are pregnant, Chiara.”

Chiara’s face grew paler than he’s ever seen it and there were big drops of cold sweat on her forehead. Ethan squeezed her hand to stop it from shaking, but with no success.

At last, Chiara let out a choked whisper.

“What kind of sick joke is this?”

For a second, Ethan almost felt offended by her accusation, as if she didn’t know him, as if she didn’t know that he would never joke about such a thing. Then, however, he recalled his own reaction when he found out just an hour and half before and could understand the Chiara’s one.

Instead of another word, Ethan reached down to grab his bag from the floor and pulled Chiara’s file out. Handing it to her, he made sure to point his finger at the row that indicated the elevated level of hCG in her blood.

Her eyes widened as she recognized what he was showing her and she gasped audibly, looking up at Ethan and down on her own file, back and forth until she found her lost voice.

“But… how? That’s impossible.”

“Nobody has ever said that it was impossible, only that your chances were extremely low, close to none.”

Chiara started to reminisce the last days, trying to connect the dots now that she knew the result.

The extreme fatigue, waves of nausea here and there, those could easily be read as literally anything else. She missed her period, but her cycle has never been regular, so she hardly considered it anyhow important, especially knowing that travelling has always made things even more irregular for her.

“Did you know?” she whispered as she turned to Ethan, who was staring at her intensively.

“I didn’t know. I became suspicious few days back, when you wouldn’t let me go anywhere near your chest,” he grinned. “Together with the exhaustion, the possibility of pregnancy found its way into my mind, but I didn’t even want to think about it, knowing how very unlikely it was. It was your disgust with the coffee today that made me almost sure that you were, in fact, pregnant.”

Chiara stared at the results again, not quite absorbing what they were saying. For almost six years, she believed she could never be pregnant.

“You need to see your gynecologist tomorrow, of course,” Ethan cut the silence again. “But as Dr. Ramsey, I can say for sure that you are pregnant.”

He scooped her into his arms so that she would sit on his lap and hugged her shocked form tightly. Chiara’s lips were still slightly parted and she was blinking just a little bit faster than usually as his words – and their new reality – sank in.

When it finally did, she wasn’t able to contain the emotions any longer.

First sob escaped her mouth, followed by another and so much more, accompanied by huge tears falling from her eyes.

Ethan gently pulled her head closer so that she was resting it against his chest and peppered her hair with soft kisses. Even though his share of tears has already been shed in a privacy of his office, feeling Chiara’s shaking body as she cried all those happy, surprised tears, he couldn’t help but cry along quietly with her.

“I am going to ruin your shirt,” Chiara mumbled against his white Oxford, noticing how her mascara stained it.

Ethan let out a quick laugh, his voice thick with emotions as he replied: “I couldn’t care less.”

After what could have been minutes or hours, they breaths steadied, however their positions haven’t changed at all.

They were both quiet for a long time and one could say that they were lost in their own thoughts when really, they were both lost in the very same thought.

Parents. They would become parents.

They talked about adoption on a regular basis at this point, both open to the idea that two or three years from now, they would go for it, that they would become parents to a kid that was left alone.

But those were talks about future. Hypothetical.

This was real. In less than a year, they would be parents to their very own newborn.

“Are you happy?” Chiara whispered, looking up at him with a gentle smile on her lips.

Ethan kissed her forehead before responding.

“I can’t imagine being happier.”

Biting her lower lip, Chiara asked again: “Are you also a little bit…scared? Because I am.”

Laughing loudly at the adorable confession, Ethan nodded: “God, I am terrified. Being a father, that brings so many possibilities to screw it up.”

Chiara cupped his cheeks and pulled him down for a kiss, their first real, deep kiss that day and as his tender lips moved over hers, she knew that there would be no better father for her child than Ethan Ramsey.

˜

One of the perks of being in her sixth month of pregnancy was the fact that her belly could easily serve as a tiny tea table. Right now, a large bowl of popcorn was sitting on her rounded torso as she was sitting on Bryce’s couch.

“The poor kid,” Bryce muttered as he noticed.

It was another Bryce & Chiara movies Wednesday, a habit that started even before Chiara and Ethan got together and carried on through the years.

With her third trimester slowly approaching, Chiara has been even more insistent on attending those, knowing that once she would give birth, they wouldn’t be able to watch a whole movie in one sitting.

“How is Ramsey? I haven’t seen him in the hospital this week,” Bryce asked as he put a glass of water in front of Chiara and played with a remote control to find the movie on Netflix.

“He’s busy with paperwork, so he mostly stays in his office these days,” Chiara explained. “Other than that, he has read two books about child’s development this week, so I guess everything’s as usual.”

Bryce laughed loudly and just before he pushed the ‘play’ button, he turned to Chiara: “Do you remember when you told me about not being able to have kids all those years ago?”

Chiara nodded, that day somehow still fresh in her mind.

“I told you back then, that you only had to find someone whose sperms will be stubborn enough to beat your own stubborn immune system, remember? Well, I was damn right,” he grinned smugly, earning a popcorn thrown into his head from Chiara.

On the other side of Boston, Ethan and Naveen just finished their meals and moved into the living room, glasses of scotch in their hands.

A comfortable silence accompanied them, their talks about work already finished.

Taking a few gulps of his drink, Ethan leaned into a couch with a soft smile on his lips.

“It’s going to be a girl,” he let out finally, his soft smile soon turning into a wide, happy one.

They only found out yesterday. Ever since beginning of the pregnancy, they couldn’t decide whether they wanted to know the gender of the baby or not. After long discussions – and Sienna’s suggestion that they should do a blood tests that would reveal the gender, give the results to her without looking at them so that she could organize a baby gender reveal party – they came to the agreement that they would only find out if the ultrasound would show it. And yesterday, in Chiara’s 25th week of pregnancy, the doctor informed them that their ‘princess’ is growing beautifully.

Neither Chiara nor Ethan wanted any kind of baby party organized – much to Sienna’s disappointment. This pregnancy – most likely the only one they would ever get to experience – has been such precious, sacred thing to them that they tried to keep everything as private as possible. They found joy in their bubble of emotions only two people who never believed would be this lucky could feel.

“A girl!” Naveen clasped his hands together and beamed even brighter than Ethan. “A granddaughter!”

Ethan nodded, the warmth in his chest expanding even more at Naveen’s words.

“Have you decided on a name yet?” he asked, his curious nature not letting him keep the question to himself.

Shaking his head this time, Ethan said: “Since the beginning, we’ve known that if it was a boy, he would be named Dorian after Chiara’s father. There have been some ideas about girls name, but nothing seemed right so far.”

The first idea they both had was Dolores. It came naturally to Ethan, knowing that she named her son after him and that his friend’s name deserved to be celebrated. Still, he didn’t want to be reminded of the tragedy every time he would talk to his daughter. Chiara has been very supportive about the name Dolores, knowing better than anyone what it felt like to want to name her child after someone important to her. But she never insisted. She could tell that simply thinking about Dolores Hudson made Ethan’s heart ache and she would never push the name on him.

“You seem lost in your thoughts,” Naveen commented. “Are you worried that your daughter will inherit your insufferable stubbornness?”

Ethan laughed at that, raising an eyebrow at his mentor and his friend.

“As if you didn’t know Chiara. The kid is going to be insufferably stubborn no matter who she takes after.”

The truth was, he did wish their daughter would take after Chiara. The idea of raising his own little self terrified him more than he would ever admit and on the other hand, the idea of having someone else as bright as Chiara in his life made his heart happy.

“Well, no matter who she takes after, it’s safe to say that she will be a strong girl,” Naveen smiled, raising his glass. “Beating all those odds and finding her way into your life, she is already a bigger rebel than any of us. She will be a warrior and a mighty one, I am telling you.”

˜

When Chiara returned home, she found Ethan deep in a research on his laptop.

He registered her presence only when she sat down next to him, taking a glance on the screen only to find yet another study about children.

“Hey,” he kissed her cheek and closed the laptop. “Did you have a good time?”

She laid down, putting her head into his lap. “The movie was terrible. I could feel my braincells leave my body. Other than that, yeah, it’s been great. Bryce is so excited about being an uncle to the ‘little queenie’. He said, to quote him, that he will make sure she sees him as an example of how gentlemen should treat their ladies, so that when she is dating she doesn’t settle for anything less than what she deserves.”

“That’s really… nice of him. Thoughtful,” Ethan nodded; however, his furrowed brows didn’t quite match the words. “I don’t think we need to talk about dating just yet, though.”

Of course he will be that kind of a father, Chiara thought, laughing.

“What were you reading about?” she decided to change the topic.

“Oh, I’ve been looking up baby carriers online and so I decided  to read some articles and studies about them.”

“Baby carriers, huh? I never took you for someone who would want that.”

Ethan shrugged, fighting the temptation to read her all those articles. Instead, he went with simply pointing some interesting information.

“It helps to build a healthy attachment between a child and their parent. You know, you are carrying her in your body for nine months, you have a possibility of breastfeeding, you two are naturally connected. As a father, I would like to… increase my chances of bonding with my child properly,” he swallowed harder that he wanted, hoping that Chiara didn’t notice just how nervous about this whole attachment thing he’s become.

He was so excited to meet their daughter, to hold her in his arms, it sometimes surprised even him.

But there was another part of him. The one that constantly doubted his ability to be a good father. For such a long time he didn’t believe that he could ever find himself in the role of a parent and he got used to the idea, no matter how painful. He used to remind himself that it would be for the best if he never had them, that as a man unworthy of his mother’s love, he wouldn’t know how to be the parent his children deserved.

Everything has changed with Chiara in his life and now he was about to become a father. And he was scared that it would be the one task he would fail. He tried his best to be prepared – reading books and studies and articles, watching videos on how to bath a newborn and taking notes about how many layers of clothing was suitable for various temperatures. He made arrangements with Naveen and his team so that everyone knew that he would be stepping down as a head of diagnostics once the baby is born, with Aurora becoming the director of the team.

For more than fifteen years, he’s been building his career and he’s been proud of what he achieved. But there was no feeling connected with his career that would make him as proud as the idea of being a decent father.

“According to these studies, the position they are in while in a carrier helps the newborns with their colics and also there are children that don’t like being in a stroller and the carrier helps them to fall asleep.”

Chiara nodded, noticing absolutely clearly how nervous and overwhelmed Ethan was. She also knew why, even though he would never share his concerns with her.

“I kind of believe that. When I was born, I was the perfect baby. You know, the kid that everyone envied when my parents talked about me. I slept most of the day and then the whole night, I never cried, I smiled at everyone. My parents would joke that sometimes they forgot they had me. And Liam was very similar from what I can remember – and what my mother told me. He was such a cutie and even if he couldn’t fall asleep or calm down, a little bit of bouncing in a stroller and he would be fine,” she laughed softly as she was reaching the end – and the point – of her monologue. “My parents were so proud. They always said that they could only create the good sleepers that never cry. Probably encouraged by the belief, they decided to have a third child and God, Alicia was such a difficult baby. She would always cry and never sleep. The only thing that calmed her down enough to sleep was when someone carried her in their arms and walked around the house – so that’s what my parents did. All the time. Sometimes, when they’ve gotten too tired or needed to do something, they would put her into my arms – let me remind you that I was seven – and I would be in charge of walking around the house. I bet they would appreciate the baby carrier back then.”

Ethan chuckled softly while stroking Chiara’s wild hair and after a while decided to tell her the real reason he even browsed the internet this evening.

“I might have found a name.”

After Naveen left, something he’s said resonated with Ethan.

‘She will be a warrior and a mighty one.’

Ethan never cared about meanings of names, he didn’t even know the meaning of his own name until this evening. And yet, despite his best principles, he decided to search girls names that meant warrior or ‘strong, mighty’.

And he found it.

Mighty in battle.

It clicked.

“What name do you have in mind?” Chiara asked.

“Matilda.”

Chiara didn’t even try to suppress her surprise, expecting anything but Matilda. What surprised her even more, she loved it on the first hearing. It indeed was the one.

“I have also thought about the name a little bit,” she admitted. “I found one that I would love to be a second name for her.”

Nodding, Ethan encouraged her to spill it.

“Nekane.”

“Nekane? I have never heard of it.”

“It would be surprising if you did,” Chiara smirked. “It’s the Basque form for Dolores. And you know, since now we know for sure that our daughter has been conceived in Spain, I think it would be rather fitting. It would still carry the honor of Dolores, just in a different form.”

Matilda Nekane Ramsey.

They both loved the sound of that.

It sounded like their daughter.

After sharing another silent moment full of love, peace and understanding, Chiara decided to go to bed and Ethan promised to follow her as soon as he’d finish the study.

 When Ethan stepped into their bedroom, Chiara was already asleep, lying on her right side. Climbing to the bed, he laid down on his left side so that he could face her. Suddenly, not knowing how the idea has gotten into him, he was shifting down slightly until he reached her round stomach.

Moving the fabric of her cotton shirt higher, he put his hand over her belly and did something he had never done before.

“Hello, Matilda,” he whispered nervously. “This is Ethan speaking. Your father. Or your dad, as you will probably call me. We have never really talked before but the annoying knocking you hear sometimes, that’s me stroking your mom’s bump.”

He paused for a while, composing his thoughts.

“I am sincerely scared about how this whole father thing is going to work for me, but I promise you as I am trying and I will by trying for the rest of my life. I have done a lot of bad things in my life, Matilda and I can’t take them back. They are part of who I am. But looking at your mother and thinking about you makes me realize that both of you are part of who I am too. And I don’t know in which point of my life the universe decided that I have shared enough kindness to earn your presence but I must have done something right to deserve you in my life, right?”

Kissing the skin of Chiara’s stomach, he added: “I just really hope you inherit your mother’s patience and kindness so that you will forgive me every time I fuck things up.”

Biting his lip, he grinned to himself before saying one last thing to his Matilda.

“Please don’t tell your mom I said ‘fuck’, she would be furious.”

 *** *** ***

1) as someone who is mother herself, I realize that topics of pregnancy, infertility issues, children in general are extremely sensitive - in this particular fanfiction, Chiara has gotten pregnant against the odds while on vacation. PLEASE note that I, by no means, am trying to say that if you are suffering from fertility issues, taking a vacation/reducing stress/changing the environment would definitely help you. There are some cases /that I know of/ in which it did help, however I would never dare to say that it’s the solution. I just need to make sure that I acknowledge how difficult and sensitive the topic is.

2) I really, really wanted to write a pregnancy fic, I had this idea in my head for very, very long time. However, I also absolutely love the idea of Ethan and Chiara adopting a child (I think especially Ethan would be fond of it, since he knows what it feels like to grow up without a parent) and so here is a little HC for after this story - Matilda is indeed the ‘miracle’ and their only biological child and when she is around six years old, Ethan and Chiara decide to adopt ophraned twin girls Luna and Siria. Purposefully girls, because I can see Ethan not trusting women after his mother leaves him and feeling like no woman could ever love him truly and boom suddenly there are four women in his life that love him more than life itself and he is proven wrong every day.

3) the story about the name Matilda is so funny/tragic that I have to write about it - I love the name, always loved and believed that I would name my daughter Matilda one day. My man hates the name so it’s off the table and I always knew that little Ramsey would be named Matilda to pursue my dream at least fictionally. When I was looking for some photos at David Gandy’s IG, I found out that his very own daughter is named Matilda. Whoa. Then, I was on a search for a faceclaim for Chiara and boom - the girl is named Matilda. Ooops. And only when this fic was finished and I googled the name Matilda for some reason, I found out that there is kinda popular person named Matilda Ramsay and I was just like okay screw this. But I couldn’t bring myself to change the name, so here it is. Sorry not sorry.

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#also I could've named the fic COUCH #since 90% of the story happens on some #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart #open heart choices #open heart fanfiction

[tomanpeach]

not broken, just bent – (benkei x reader)

a/n: NSFW!! 18+!!! also, tokrev manga spoilers!!! this is literally a preemptive fix it fic bc i've been mad at my guy and i needed to make sense of this plot line !!!!! ((context: reader is in toman and close close friends with senju!))

content: angst / hurt comfort, emotional & weepy & unprotected sex that could've been proofread better i hope it's alright i wanna say makeup sex too here honestly.... lmk....

word count: 2k

“i want to explain.”

“i don’t want to fucking hear it,” you try to shut the door again, but benkei stops you with one wide palm against the wood. "i can't even look at you in that fucking uniform."

“you're not gonna slam the door in my face, baby." you steel yourself against the pet name, against the way his gruff voice sounds so fucking reasonable. he's trying to soothe you, to calm you down like he always does, even as you’re putting all your weight against the front door trying to shut him out (in more ways than one).

"let's sit down and talk about this."

“no!" you give the door another valiant shove, but benkei is twice your size. with an exasperated cry, you step back and let the door bang open. standing in the doorway you suck in a deep breath.

"how could you?”

your voice is tight, head pounding from fighting back tears. “kantou manji gang? how could-" your words catch on a sob that bubbles up from the back of your throat.

pushing through it, you continue, “how could you do that to senju?” "how could you do that to–" your voice finally breaks, tears spilling from your red rimmed eyes.

benkei's heart aches. how could he do that to you? he's been asking himself that question since the moment he agreed to follow wakasa into mikey's new gang and ally with their former rivals. of course he had known that you'd be angry; the move declared him an enemy of toman, an enemy of senju. he had declared himself an enemy of you.

his fists clench as he fights the urge to pull you into his arms and hold you tightly against his chest. surely you’d push him away if he tried that now. or worse, if you didn't, he knew you'd hate yourself for giving in so easily. so he just stands there, jaw clenched, letting you say what you needed to say.

shaking with sobs, you hug your arms around yourself, feeling humiliated at how pitifully you had stood your ground. the plan you'd constructed over the last 24 hours since news of kantou manji gang's leadership had been uncovered, was to ghost benkei; completely ice him out and learn to hate him for betraying toman.

you didn't delude yourself into believing it would be easy; you were in love with him. madly in love. but what else were you supposed to do when the man you loved made a decision that so clearly had no regard for you or the people you cared about?

"i thought you loved me," you hear yourself say, but it's like you're outside your body, watching the scene unfold from someplace else. "i do," benkei's eyebrows knit together, there's fire in his eyes. "i love you more than anything."

you wipe your eyes on the sleeves of your sweater, furiously trying to collect yourself. it wasn't in the plan to cry. as you force yourself to gasp down a few deep breaths, benkei just watches, frozen on the porch. his face is patient, obviously deeply affected seeing you so upset but knowing he needed to wait his turn.

with a final dab at your wet cheeks, you sigh. "why are you here, keizo?"

"are you done yelling at me?" he asks. it isn't condescending, you know him better than that. from the look in his eyes and the expression on his face you can tell that he's asking it genuinely. he'd probably tell you to keep going if you said no. you nod once.

"i'm here to explain," he continues. "i know how this looks. but please just let me explain. can i come in?"

saying nothing, you turn your back on him and go inside. you hear the door shut behind you and the thuds of benkei's heavy boots as they follow you to the couch.

you sit at the far end, as far from his as possible. you can tell he notices this and that it hurts him. but as soon as you're sitting down, benkei lands directly in front of you and squats low to meet your eyes.

the story comes out as soon as he has your attention. of wakasa's plan to infiltrate kantou manji, to win the fight for your team from inside the rival's upper ranks. as he speaks, you feel hot, angry tears welling up in your eyes again.

"why didn't you–"

"if we told anyone, word would've gotten back to them," he cuts you off. "this is how it had to be. i can only tell you now because the fight's tomorrow. hey, come on, baby. breathe."

you realize the gasping sounds filling the room are those of your own breathing, practically hyperventilating as your emotions peak once again. benkei takes both your hands in his in your lap, and your focus shifts back to him. his dark eyes pierce into yours as he kisses your knuckles, hoping he can bring you back to the present.

"i'm so sorry," he lifts himself up from the floor and sits at your side. you allow yourself to be pulled against his broad chest. wrapping his arms around you, he kisses your head and repeats i'm sorry a few more times. "i know how fucked up this must have felt. i'll never forgive myself for putting you through it."

"i th-thought," your words come out between hiccups. "you di-idn't l-ove m-m-me anym–" his arms tighten around you before you can finish, "never. do you fuckin' hear me? that could never happen."

his lips press to your forehead, then down to your temple. he continues across your salty cheeks, covering every inch of your face in tender kisses.

when you feel his lips against yours, your head is close to exploding with everything you're feeling: shock, relief, anger, joy, betrayal, love. your hands curl into fists, balling up the front of his t-shirt and tugging him closer. following the pull like a magnet, he lifts himself to his knees, hovering over your frame. one of his hands plants against the arm of the couch as he lowers his body, pinning you against it.

the need in his kiss is like nothing you've ever felt from him. he's begging– no, yearning– for forgiveness, to feel like you understand his decision and still trust him despite it. your hands climb up his torso and stop at his shoulders.

you push him away just an inch. "keizo, take this fucking uniform off."

he sits up, keeping his eyes locked on yours. he shrugs the kantou manji jacket off his shoulders, tossing it to the other side of the room. he leans in again, but you stop him with a palm against his chest. "the whole uniform, keizo. you're dressed like a traitor in my house."

benkei stands obediently and kicks off his dark boots. he wordlessly drags down the zipper of the uniform pants and lets them pool at his ankles.

seeing him standing there in his t-shirt and underwear, it felt like nothing had changed. like the whole ordeal hadn't happened and it was any normal evening at your place with your boyfriend. he must've seen the relief in your eyes as you stare at him because he bends to cup your cheeks and press his lips back to yours fervently. "forgive me," he huffs out against your lips. "please. need you to say you forgive me."

"keizo," your whine is a warning. it's too soon. he nods his understanding and his lips trail down your neck, leaving soft kisses along the column of your throat. at the same time, he's grasping your hips and tugging you toward him, so you're lying flat on your back on the couch.

the familiar weight of his body on yours when he positions himself on top of you further soothes the worries from the past day. his lips find yours again, needy and messy, and the situation quickly shifts. holding your hips in wide hands, he ruts against you, pressing his clothed cock between your legs. you feel how badly he wants you: he's so hard it must be painful.

his fingers curl into the waistband of your sweats, tugging them down your legs along with your underwear. "you're so beautiful," he says in your ear. "m'gonna love you forever, angel." you sit up to tug your sweater over your head. benkei takes the moment to peel his shirt off, too, before taking in the sight of your now exposed tits. your hands spread wide and run down his chest, distracting him and sending a chill through his body.

tension weighs heavily between you two, now almost completely naked on the couch. but benkei doesn't want to fuck this up by being presumptuous, so he simply leans in and continues kissing you. if that's all you want tonight, it's all he wants, too. earning back your trust is what matters the most. it's not until your fingers are pulling at his boxers and you're whimpering, "please, can we?" that he knows you definitely want more, too.

he nods, and you tug down his underwear. he kicks them off the rest of the way and watches as you eye his cock, standing at attention between your bodies. as he shifts his position slightly, you both tense at the feeling of his tip brushing against your folds. you hold your legs open as benkei runs the sensitive head of his cock between your glistening lips, coating himself in your wetness. you feel the first prod at your entrance, the slight stretch as he starts to part your velvety walls.

"you're all mine, right?" you ask suddenly, looking at him with wide eyes. it wasn't something you'd ever said before, and it causes an unexpected burst of pride and responsibility to blossom in benkei's chest. he nods hard, "'course i am. you know i am." inch by inch, he's easing his way deeper inside you, but his eyes never leave yours. "i'm yours, too," you whisper, lower lip beginning to quiver.

when his hips meet yours, and he's fully submerged in your pulsing cunt, you reach out for him and he lets you pull him closer. "i've got you," he breathes, lips tickling your ear as he starts rolling his hips into you, "it's okay, baby. i've got you." he fucks you slowly, deeply, each stroke hitting a spot inside you that’s making you whimper and squirm with pleasure. your walls tighten around him, still attempting to accommodate his size as the fire in your belly continues to grow.

benkei kisses your cheeks and finds that you’re crying again. “i love you,” he says, over and over. “i love you. i love you. i love you.” his hips stutter when you clench around him, choking out a sob as your orgasm washes over you. his follows right after, releasing his cum in thick ropes while nestled in your sensitive walls.

the only sounds in the room are yours and benkei's heaving breaths and your silent sobs as both of you still. neither of you speak as he sits up and pulls you with him into his arms.

when you sniffle, signaling the end of your tears, benkei wipes your cheeks with his thick thumbs and kisses your forehead.

"i'm scared for tomorrow," you speak before he does. "for everyone." he nods, "it's not gonna be fun."

you shift in his hold, straddling his lap facing him. one small hand comes to settle on his cheek. "you've gotta win, okay?"

a grin spreads across his face. it feels like the first one in hours. "i always do, baby."

"good," you nod, satisfied with his answer. "win and i forgive you."

large hands delicately tuck your hair out of your face and cup your cheeks. your boyfriend leans in so that his forehead presses to yours, so much love in his dark eyes.

"well now there's no fuckin' way i can lose."

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[illicitlimerence-writes]

mine | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 3.8k words requested: yes/no by a lovely anon. "5 times Person A calls Person B by a pet name and 1 time Person B finds one for Person A. with mick schumacher??" warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of sexy times, language, sexist and misogynistic comments. protective!mick. char squared subtlely make their awaited return. i think that's it. english is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes. also, this is not proofread! a/n: y'all really seem to like my mick content. thanks so much for all the messages you've sent me. i promise i'm trying my best to write the fics as quickly as i can.

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she sat next to mick, her teammate, on a stool. it was the week before the first race weekend of the year, their first race as formula one drivers ever. they were about to shoot a video for the team's social media. they'd been given a few cards with basic questions to get to know the other better. but, since they'd known each other pretty much their entire lives, it was more of a test on their friendship.

he started the video, introducing himself as she waved at the camera. his presence immediately made her feel at ease no matter where they were or what they were doing. they answered easily the first few questions until one caught their attention.

"do you have any nicknames for each other?" mick read off of his card.

"i don't think we do," she answered, shaking her head as she thought of any nicknames she could've come up with whilst growing up. she wasn't really a fan, not that they bothered her, but she liked the intimacy of calling someone by their first name instead of a generic nickname someone else came up with.

"i do," he interjected, raising his eyebrows. she frowned as she thought of what it could be, she rolled her eyes when she realized.

"no, please, you can't say that." she pleaded, pouting as he started laughing.

"what? you don't like it?" he asked, placing a hand on his chest, where his heart laid beneath the layers of skin.

"i do, but i don't want them to know." she pointed to the camera, chuckling as well.

"fine, i'll spare you this once. only if you come up with a nickname for me. because believe it or not, after who knows how many years of friendship, (y/n) still only calls me by my name." he stared at her accusingly.

"it's a cute name," she shrugged her shoulders.

"aww, thanks," he teased. her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

after they finished answering the questions they took off the microphones and handed them to an assistant, making their way to his room in the team's hospitality.

"i'll give you until the end of the season to find a nickname for me." he said, sitting on his couch, she sat next to him, throwing her legs over his lap.

"fine, i'll call you barbie from now on." she stated.

"barbie?" he questioned.

"blonde, blue eyes. you can be anything," she listed. he threw his head back, grumbling in annoyance.

"come on. i want you to call me something only you can, take your time. if you don't, i'll stick with barbie."

"fine," she agreed and extended her hand, he took it in his own and shook it, sealing the deal.

"you're on, pretty girl."

"you're on, mick."

- 2 months later -

"i should get going," she whispered, her head laying on his shoulder. he had an arm wrapped around her, fingers drawing invisible circles on her bare skin. his other hand was holding hers, resting on top of his stomach. she traced the length of his fingers, compared them to her own, relished in the warmth when she filled the gap between his digits with her own.

the white sheets that covered their bodies moved as he leaned back on his elbow.

"maybe you should stay tonight," he said, his eyes looking deep into her own. she sighed.

"you know i can't." she muttered as she left the comfort of the bed to look for her clothes. out of the corner of her eye, she saw him dropping back down on the bed, his hand on his hair, the hair she'd been pulling in pure ecstasy just a few minutes ago. his eyes glued to the ceiling above him, clearly upset at her actions. he knew their agreement was no strings attached, but there was nothing wrong with sleeping in the same bed when they'd already done things much more intimate.

"i'll see you tomorrow on the track?" she asked as she tied her tennis shoes, once she had finished putting on the rest of her clothing.

"sure," was his only response as he turned his back on her, facing the wall. she sighed, guilt settling in her stomach. she walked until she stood in front of him, then kneeled so she could meet his eyes.

"hey," she ran her fingers through his soft, blonde curls. he eventually gave in and locked eyes with her, "you know what will happen if anyone sees us together, people will talk, i can't risk a scandal. not right now.” she stated, placing a small kiss on his lips. "sleep well, we've got a big day tomorrow."

"right." he said, and kissed her one last time. she opened the door, the light from the hallway illuminating her face. "goodnight, pretty girl," he called as she was about to step out of his room. she turned, smiling.

"goodnight, mick."

- 3 months later -

the chilly greek night breeze against her warm skin made her feel goosebumps. she walked the cobblestone streets of greece with mick by her side as they made their way to a local club for the night. they'd ran into a few other drivers who were also vacationing there at the moment, so they all decided to spend an evening together.

she'd danced, drank, laughed the entire night, enjoying the company of the guys and their girlfriends in a work-free environment. she danced with mick, feeling his hands holding her waist, pulling her close to his body. she relished in the way he gripped at her skin, as if he was trying to stop anyone else from even looking at her. to let them know they didn't stand a chance with her.

eventually george, nicholas and their girlfriends left, which left her with mick and the two monegasques. she sat on a private booth with the brunette girl as the guys left to get their drinks, which left both girls staring at them as they made their way to the bar.

"how long have you been together?" charlotte asked

"what?" she choked on her own saliva.

"you and mick, how long?"

"oh no, we're- we're not-" she shook her head, coughing to clear her throat.

"oh, i'm sorry. i just thought... the way you look at each other is..."

"is what?"

"it's the same way charles looks at me, and how i look at him." charlotte said, which left her speechless.

the guys returned with their drinks, mick sat next to her and placed the tall glasses on the tabletop. his hand immediately on her knee, and she was thankful that the table on top and the darkness of the club covered the action. not because she didn't want anyone to see it, but because she liked that this was something only they knew.

"got you your favorite," he said, and she placed her hand on top of his.

"thanks," she smiled.

he eyed the monegasques in front of them, who were too busy in their own little bubble to pay attention to them. mick took the advantage and moved her hair away from her neck. leaning down to place a kiss on her sweaty skin that still held the familiar scent of her perfume.

"anything for you, pretty girl."

her eyes widened a little, quickly eyeing the driver and his girlfriend in front of them.

"mick," she turned back to him. and for the first time in a long time, she felt nervous around him. "i-"

"i know. no strings attached," he said grimly.

she said nothing, but for the first time, she wondered if their agreement was the right choice.

- 2 months later -

interviews made her nervous. especially as a woman in a sport dominated by men. she was more than ready to defend herself, defend her spot on the grid, show other women and little girls that they can accomplish anything they wanted.

she was so grateful when her pr person told her she'd been paired up with mick for the usual thursday interviews during race week. before they became... whatever they were at the moment, they were friends first. they knew each other so well, enough to know when the other one was feeling uncomfortable or anxious. which was how she felt right then and there.

unfortunately, she'd gotten used to sexist and misogynistic comments, but this was a whole other level of stupidity.

"question for (y/n), obviously during the weekend you spend a lot of time wearing the fireproof racing suit. does that make you feel less confident in your body? i mean, don't you wish the suit was built more to show off what you got?"

the entire room fell silent, cameras clicking and flashing, capturing her stunned face.

"why should anyone care what it looks like when the suit's job is protect her from any possible injuries?" she heard from her right side. "what would you rather she wore? a skirt and crop top?" mick shook his head, infuriated. her eyes couldn't help but travel back to the reporter, who merely shrugged and nodded. she felt like throwing up.

"unbelievable," he stood up, rushed to her and pulled her from her chair. he wrapped his arm around her, keeping his back towards the cameras and frantic reporters calling both of their names, shielding her, protecting her.

they bolted out of there, with his arms still caging her in his embrace until they reached their team's hospitality. the people in there glanced their way when they entered. a mix of pity, sadness, anger, and compassion that made her feel so overwhelmed.

"mick," she whispered, so low so only he could hear, her lips barely moving.

"i know, i got you." he answered, his voice calm and steady made her feel safer. with his hand on the small of her back, she hurried to her driver's room, and once they were in the privacy of her own space, she broke down.

her hands hugged his body close to her own, his arms around her shoulders as he caressed her hair and whispered sweet words in her ear. she hid her face in his chest, the tears that fell from her eyes leaving wet spots on his shirt. he couldn't care less about the shirt, the most important thing right then was her well-being. he'd take care of that excuse of a reporter later.

she didn't know how long they'd been in her room. she was ashamed for not defending herself, she'd heard thousands of comments about her, her body, her value and worth. she didn't why this stupid 'question' affected her this bad.

"whatever's going on in that pretty head of yours, make it stop." mick breathed in her ear. the tears had stopped minutes ago, only the remnants of smudged mascara and eyeliner left on her eyes, probably making her look like a racoon.

"i don't know why i reacted that way," she didn't dare lifting her face from his chest.

"are you kidding? that idiot had no right to ask that kind of question. people should want to know you for who you are, what you can do with your car, your talent. not just because you're a woman, but because you're you. amazing, funny, talented, kind, fearless," he kissed the top of her head, she nuzzled her face into his neck, breathing in his comforting scent, wishing she could stay there forever.

"i'm not fearless, if i were i would've stood up for myself i-"

"(y/n), you are more than enough already. you don't need to prove anything to anyone. you don't need to stick around and endure someone else's negativity. most of all, you don't need to do any of those things on your own. i'm here for you, i'll always be here for you. you're not alone, pretty girl."

"thank you, mick."

- 1 month later -

their no strings attached agreement was over. mick had come over to her hotel room the night before to end whatever was going on between them.

she had no right to feel an ache in her heart, it was her who had been so keen on keeping feelings away from their activities, and they'd agreed that no matter what happened between them, their friendship would always come first.

she'd tried avoiding him as much as she could the first few days. she tried playing it cool by hanging out with the other drivers and workers of the team, but eventually, mick caught on to what she was doing and confronted her about it.

she was walking to her driver's room, silently praying he wasn't in his own room, which was right next to hers. faith seemed to be against her, because as she opened her door she was met with the sight of him leaning against her couch.

"mick," she breathed. his eyes fell on her figure, he noticed the dark circles underneath her eyes.

"what's going on with you? i feel like i haven't seen you in ages," he said as she sat on a chair on the other side of the room, trying to keep as much distance between them as possible.

"yeah, i just... i feel like this year's gone by so fast, i've been getting to know the other drivers, the other teams..."

"the other teams?" he questioned, she shrugged her shoulders

"not all of us have ferrari for backup, a girl has to find her own alternatives in a sport like this." she explained. which was true, besides the fact that she just didn't know how to act around him now. he hadn't explained why he wanted to end things, and she shouldn't care why. but... why did it hurt so much? was she not enough? had he found someone else? they told each other everything, surely mick would tell her if he had his eye on someone. but if they told each other everything, why wasn't she telling him about how she felt?

"why do you need alternatives? are you not happy here? with me?" he asked, his face serious. she understood what he meant by that, but that was a conversation she wasn't ready for just yet.

"mick, i don't know about you, but i want a better car," she tried to joke, relaxing when he chuckled slightly. "and don't worry, you're stuck with me until next year." she sat next to him, and he immediately wrapped an arm around her, playing with her hair. she leaned against his shoulder.

their friendship was more important than whatever she felt at the moment, she decided then and there.

"is that a promise, pretty girl?" he whispered against her ear.

this is going to be easier said than done, she thought.

"it is, mick." she answered.

"good."

- 3 weeks later -

the season was coming to an end, they only had two races left. she was trying to fall asleep with the sound of the rain hitting her windows and rooftop.

things with mick had been, odd. they hadn't hooked up since they broke things off, but the lingering touches and knowing glances were back. she'd been trying her best to get things back to the way they were once, but the recent discovery of her feelings for her best friend stopped her from letting herself enjoy his presence as she used to.

things were changing, maybe they'd already changed, and she feared how long it would take for things to crumble down.

the doorbell woke her up. she awoke startled, whoever it was kept pressing their finger against the small button over and over again. the ringing was accompanied by some equally incessant knocking on the wooden door.

she grabbed a hoodie. mick's hoodie, that she found on her sofa, pulling it down to try and cover herself as much as she could, as she only wore a thin tank top and shorts. she looked through the peephole and gasped at the sight in front of her. she opened the door and found mick, his clothes sticking to his skin, the rain kept falling relentlessly.

"mick, it's pouring rain. why are you here in the middle of the night? did something happen?" she moved so he could get in. closing the door behind him, she walked to the thermostat to turn up the heat.

"i can't keep doing this." he said, breathless.

"doing what? mick, did you run here?" she asked, his chest kept moving up and down rapidly. he nodded "oh, my god, mick. what were you thinking? we're leaving for jeddah tomorrow, you can't get sick!" she scolded him. what could possibly be so important that he felt the need to run in the middle of the night, in the pouring rain to her home? they did live two streets away from each other. but still.

"it's important," he said.

"god, is your family okay? did something happen?" she feared the worst. she visibly relaxed when he shook his head, making the raindrops that clung to his hair fly everywhere. "did someone die?"

"no," he said.

"then it can wait until you take a warm shower. go." she pointed to the door of her room.

"(y/n)," he tried to get close to her.

"i can't risk you getting sick, mick. we will talk once you've showered. i'll make us some tea." she turned on the lights in her kitchen. she could hear him thinking. "i'll get you some fresh clothes. leave what you're wearing outside, i'll put them in the dryer." she stated, didn't give him a second to complain before she pushed him and led him to the bathroom.

once he was in the shower, she took his wet clothes and put them in the dryer, along with some sweatpants and a hoodie of his that he'd left during one of their sleepovers. once the clothes were dry she folded them, and knocked on the door of the bathroom. she heard a faint 'come in' before she opened it. the water was still running, and the opaque glass door separated the two of them, she could faintly make out his silhouette. she looked away, feeling her skin warming up as she thought about his naked body. it had been too long.

"here, i found some sweats and a hoodie, i'll leave it next to the sink. your shoes might take a while to dry so feel free to grab some slippers if you want."

"okay, thank you." he replied, she hummed. "(y/n)?" he asked.

"yes?"

"we need to talk," she saw as he turned his head towards her, even though they couldn't really see each other. her heart sank down to her stomach, fearing the worst.

"okay." she said and closed the door behind her. she leaned against it. letting out a long, deep sigh.

she walked to the kitchen, warming up the water for some tea. she heard footsteps behind her as she poured the tea into two mugs. a pair of baby yoda slippers stood next to her. she handed mick his mug, and he thanked her.

"what did you want to talk about?" she asked once she'd swallowed a long sip, the warmth burning her mouth and throat.

"let's sit, first." he held her free hand in his, leading her to the living room where they sat on her sofa, as they'd done many times before.

"okay, now, tell me." her voice didn't come out as confident as she'd hoped. she just prayed he hadn't noticed.

"i can't keep doing this," he repeated the same words he said when he'd arrived.

"i don't get it," she placed her mug on the coffee table next to her.

"this. us"

"us? what do you mean? you don't want to be friends?" her heart began speeding up.

"is that what we are?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows.

"of course we're friends, what else would we be?" she couldn't do this. there was too much at stake.

"(y/n), look me in the eyes and tell me that we are just friends." he said, and she closed her eyes, shaking her head. this couldn't be happening.

"mick i-"

"it's bullshit and you know it." he cut her off. "(y/n), you know as well as i do that we've had something so much more than friendship for a long time. even before we started hooking up."

"i don't-" she stopped, feeling a knot forming in her throat.

"you don't have to say anything, just... hear me out. please?" he pleaded. she nodded as tears welled up in her eyes. "we've known each other our entire lives, you know what i like, what i don't. i know what you like and don't. i've seen you fall in love, i've seen you getting your heart broken. and you've done that for me as well. i think we were just too oblivious to see when we started falling for each other, but the other signs? they were there."

she didn't want to interrupt his speech, so she just nodded. and he let out a breath he'd been holding.

"we've done this whole 'together' thing backwards. the sex and the dates came before the feelings."

"the feelings were there, during all of it. they were just... silent." she said.

"silent," he repeated, nodding.

"i don't think i want to keep my feelings silent anymore, mick. i think i found a nickname for you."

"you did?"

"and it's the only thing i want to call you from now on, if you agree."

"i don't care what it is i'll take it."

"i want to call you mine. i want to hold your hand and kiss you in public, and i'm so sorry it took me this long to accept that what i'm feeling is true, and i only want to feel this with you. i want you to be mine, and i want to be yours." she said as she kneeled, moving until she was in front of him.

"mine?" he asked, taking her hands, that were still a bit warm from the forgotten mugs on the coffee table.

"yours," she reassured him, nodding. he grabbed her waist, moving her until she was straddling him, caging him with one leg on each side.

"say it again," he begged. one of her hands held his face, her thumb circling his cheek, his lips, whilst the other one went to his hair.

"i'm yours. all yours, if you promise to be mine. my love, my hope, my future," she pressed a kiss on his cheeks, then his lips as she listed what he meant to her.

"you have me. i'm yours for as long as you want me," he kissed her neck, underneath her ear, on her pulse point.

"then you'll be mine for a very, very long time." she leaned back to find his blue eyes staring at her, the smile on his face was the biggest she'd seen in so long.

"i'm okay with that, my pretty girl."

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[jeromeswife]

I love your content and I beg of you to write a quicksilver smut plspls also without a mommy kinkll lmao. <3

okay anon so this isn't anything new but !! it's a fic i wrote a while back on my ao3 so enjoy?? hopefully

Tonight I Wanna Get Nasty

pairing: peter maximoff x reader

warnings: smut, some comedy, sarcasm, wanda being wanda

notes: this takes place in wandavision

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"Hey (Y/N)! Get over here!" I heard Pietro call out from the living room. He and I moved in with Wanda a short month ago so we could spend time with her new family. Still have no recollection of how we ended up here though...

I walked in from the kitchen, sliding my hand along the kitchen aisle. I wondered what he wanted at this time besides twinkies or for me to play with his hair, "What is it, quickie?"

I sat down on his couch. Seriously, Wanda told me that she gave it to him because she's scared of what bodily fluids Pete's gotten on it. Pietro took my hand in his and dramatically sighed, "I'm horny, babe."

I looked at him surprised. I mean, why should I be surprised? Every sense of his body is heightened due to his special ability run god knows how fast. I swung my leg over his lap, sitting and straddling it teasingly. "But what if your sister and her family hear us?"

Pietro wrapped his arms around my waist, humming softly, "Hey, hey, don't worry about it. Wanda and popsicle took the kids to the movies and I can take this as slow," He pulled me closer to him and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Or as fast as you want."

"Why don't we go fast," I trailed my fingers on his chest as he looked down at me with a deep hunger in his brown eyes, "Quickie."

Pietro dragged his hands across my thighs and I brought my hands under his shirt, feeling his muscles that were beneath the surface of soft his skin. I really loved how sensual Pietro was during sex. Well, he was sensual and quite rough. One time he fucked me so hard that I couldn't walk for days, but naturally, Pietro enjoyed it. He had bridal carried me for the rest of that week and held that over my head.

He brought his left hand close to my cheek and bit his lip. I couldn't deny how much Pietro wanted me. I mean, the look in his eyes? Nothing says "I wanna fuck you so hard right now" more than the glint of his eyes. Pietro brushed his fingers across my soft (S/C) and his hands traveled under my shirt. I trembled from the close intimacy, letting a breath fall from my lips. He smirked and smashed his lips against mine. I could already feel myself getting wet.

Our lips moved in perfect synch, his hands running through my (H/T) (H/C) hair. Because of how fast he was, it definitely left a few tangles in my hair; but I didn't care. Pietro was here and loving me. I hoped that we could stay like this forever.

Pietro trailed kisses from my cheek to my chin to my ear, feeling his wet lips leave their mark on my skin. His lips moved closer to my ears, "Babe, you're so hot and perfect."

I felt a burning-like sensation a felt from my core as Pietro slid his hands up further, palming my boobs and massaging them. I moaned quietly at the feeling, moaning out his name, "Pietro..." All I wanted to do was rip his shirt off and let him rock my world.

Pietro dragged his thumb across my nipple, pressing on it lightly. "The way you're melting from my touch," He took his left hand from my face and ripped my heart off in one second, "I want all of you to belong to me, hot stuff."

I groaned as he pressed down harder on my nipple, eliciting a "mmf" from my mouth, "Just rip the damn bra off, you fucking tease." I was so frustrated that I wanted him to touch me so badly. I craved his touch. There was no one else I wanted to fuck me more than Pietro. I wanted his hands all over my body.

And just like that, it was gone in a second and his hands were feeling all around my breasts. The hunger in his eyes deepened as he pressed his soft, wet lips to my left nipple while he palmed the other one. My breath hitched at the way he took it as his own. He bit it and I moaned so hard; I could just tell he was smirking like a dumbass.

Pietro kept sucking on my nipple until I grew super sexually frustrated, "Pietro, didn't you say you were gonna go fast with me?"

He raised an eyebrow at me, the corner of his mouth upturning, "As you wish, princess."

Pietro trailed kisses from my breasts up to my neck and he sucked on my skin. I bit my lip due to how sensitive that spot was. The feeling of his lips taking over my sweet spot felt like sparks were flying across my skin. Pins and needles flew across my body as he teethed me softly, sucking on the small patch of skin. The sounds of my pretty moans filled Pietro's ears.

He made his way down again, kissing my breasts then down to my abdomen. Pietro gazed at my body, checking me out: was he in love with me?

Pietro suddenly dragged his hands up again, laying me down and pinning my arms above my head. He smirked, "I swear I'm gonna please you, darling. My name is the only thing that'll leave that cute mouth of yours."

I groaned at him playfully and gazed into his eyes, "Didn't expect you to be so dominant, Quickie."

Pietro quickly dragged his lips down to my thighs, kissing the inner sides of them. The sensation sent chills up my spine since I was so sensitive down there. I felt his tongue meet my skin as he moved it to my core, immediately attaching his lips and sucking on my clit.

My wails filled the suburban house as Pietro inhaled my wetness in his mouth, tasting the candy-flavored pre-cum that left my lower lips. The corner of his mouth tugged upwards as he placed his tongue at my entrance, pushing it in. Pietro's wet tongue hit against my walls due to how thick it was and channeled his vibration powers into his mouth muscles. It thrust against my lubricated walls, almost bruising it.

The vibrations caused my thighs to start shaking: I was so desperate for his cock. I craved its warmth and length; its veiny crevices; its thick hardness. I wanted him. "Ugh, c'mon! Just fuck me already, you tease!" I yelled, feeling his soft, dirty blonde hair rub up against my thighs.

Pietro smirked and pulled his tongue out. He towered over me and I saw his sculpted abs and the tent that was inside his shorts. I scrambled up to pull his pants down but I felt him slam me down back onto the couch, "Don't move, princess."

I nodded and I looked at him as he whipped off his shorts in a blink of an eye. Pietro's dick was long and hard, as I imagined it to be. The blue and purple veins stuck out from under his skin and the head curved up, pre-cum dripping on it. He quickly grabbed a condom and slipped it on, eyeing me. Pietro pulled my thighs in with his strong, vascular hands. He gripped my thighs so hard that he could've bruised them. Pietro gulped nervously and looked down at me, "Are you ready?"

"Pietro, I'm more than ready," I affirmed. Pietro placed his tip at the entrance of my pussy, slamming it into me so hard that it moved my entire body. I moaned so loud that Agnes definitely heard us. He already hit my walls with his long cock. It twitched inside me as my cunt adjusted to his thick member.

Pietro groaned at the way my walls adjusted to him, "Oh, (Y/N). You're so fucking tight, my little whore." He dug his fingernails into my thighs, bruising them. He dragged his dick out a bit then slammed it back in at super speed. I groaned at the orgasmic feeling, hearing our skin slapping against each other. Pietro's dick started vibrating inside me as it hit my g-spot and fucked my pussy.

His cock vibrated against me and slammed harder. Pietri groaned and took one of his hands, gripping my ass and slapping it so hard. "Mmf, you're such a slut. You're all mine, babe." He moaned out.

The slap stung but it turned me on even more. I felt my core swell up as his thrusts got so much quicker, "P-Pietro, I'm gonna cum!"

My back curled and I came all over his hard member. My thighs shook as my juices spilled on his cock. He pulled out and ripped off his condom, his cum spraying all over my stomach and chest. Pietro bit his lip and admired his work.

We heard the front door open and stared at each other in horror. "Hello Pietro and (Y/N)," an English accent was heard and bags were dropped on the ground. We looked over and saw that it was Vision. "Honey! Keep the kids in the car! Pietro decided to fuck (Y/N) on the couch and there are fluids all over the place!"

Vision ran out of the house and we laughed in synchronously.

"Are you fucking serious? I'm gonna kill him!" I heard Wanda scream from outside.

Pietro looked at me with fear in his eyes and threw my clothes at me, "(Y/N) run! She's gonna blast me throw the walls again!" And we ran into the hall bathroom, hiding in there from the angry woman.

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[jakesimfromstatefarm]

not jealous | jake sim

summary: jake sim is not a jealous person. at least that's what he tells himself. so why does he find himself going through your phone when a certain "bluejay park" decides to text you?

pairing: jake sim x y/n [ft. mentions of jay park]

genre: angst, fluff 

warnings: angst, cursing (very minimal), one slightly suggestive sentence, jake being cute, some more angst lol, slightly cheesy bc jake’s just too cute ugh

wc: 3.8k

a/n: ok i loved writing this, which is why i went on to almost 4k words LOL oops. but anyways, i love jake a little too much and this type of scenario has been running around in my head for a while now so i decided to put it into words. also i may have created this blog just so i could post this somewhere LMAO anyways yeah this was my first fic so hope you guys enjoyyyy <3

Jake Sim is not a jealous person.

At least that's what he tells himself. To be fair, in his past relationships, he never showed any jealously. Then again, he doesn't know if he can call those relationships, "relationships". Does a fifth grade relationship with a girl who he was once dared to kiss during a game of Truth or Dare in the basement of a classmate's house during their 11th birthday party count? He doesn't remember being jealous when the same girl was later dared to kiss his classmate, Sunghoon. (Funny enough, that's how the two boys came to be best friends 'til this day, but that's a story for another time.) 

But really, Jake doesn't think jealously is one of his traits, even if he's now almost 20 years old without any experience with love other than his current relationship with you and that short-lived romance in the fifth grade. (What was her name again? Jake would have to ask Sunghoon later.)

So he doesn't know what clicked in that brain of his that lead him to this current situation he was in. He doesn't know why he felt a little spark of anger in him when your phone, which you left right next to him on the couch while you went to take a shower, kept buzzing with texts from "bluejay park". He doesn't know why he couldn't kept his eyes distracted from the messages, although your phone was constantly lighting up because whatever it was Jay had to say to you, he would not shut up about it. He doesn't know why he questioned what your relationship with Jay was for a split second.

In fact, you're close with all of Jake's friends. That's one of his favorite things about you, you get along so well with all his friends you might as well replace Jake himself in the friend group. So he doesn't know what tells him to take a little glance at your phone—at the messages.

But he finds himself doing it anyways.

Hearing that the water in the shower was still running (you were always the type to take long showers), he quickly grabs your phone and scrolls through the lock screen just to find that he couldn't even read the messages since you had your notifications set so no one could read them unless the phone was unlocked (darn you and your settings!) Thankfully, Jake knew your passcode––and you knew his too––or he thought he did. Until the iPhone vibrated, telling him the passcode was wrong.

He must've entered it too fast or something. So he tries again.

And again.

And again.

Until the iPhone switches its screen to say: "iPhone is disabled. Try again in 5 minutes."

There's no way. You never change your password. And even if you did, you would tell him—you two even had each other's fingerprints saved into each other's phones in the past (you know, before the world decided that Apple's home button was too lame and decided to just completely get rid of it). If there was an option to save multiple faces for Face ID, you two would be that couple that saved each others faces in your own phones.

That being said, Jake sat there, your phone in hand, frozen. Why was your phone locked? Why was Jay texting you 10 texts per second? Why did he feel guilty about this entire situation?

He hears the shower switch off and in that moment, he swears he feels his heart beat just a little faster. He tells himself there's no way you'll be out before the 5 minutes are up. You followed a really meticulous skincare routine (one that Jake memorized by now) that took an extra 15 minutes of your time after each shower.

"Hey Jake?" Your voice calls out from the tiny bathroom door crack that you left open before you hopped in the shower, "Is my phone out there? Do you mind bringing it to me?"

Fuck.

Jake shifts on the couch. Taps his foot on the ground. Returns your phone to its original spot. Clears his throat.

"Don't you want to get dressed first?" he calls back, quite timidly.

He can hear you stop moving around in the bathroom. Probably telling yourself what an odd response that was. To be fair, it was an odd question, considering the fact that you two have been together for so long, it’s not like he hasn’t seen you undressed before...intentionally or not. 

Next thing he knows, the steam is rolling out of the bathroom door and you're stepping out in your towel, eyebrows raised.

"If you didn't want to get up from the couch, you could've just said so, you lazy butt," you smirk at him as you walk towards him and the couch, leaving a faint trail of water drops behind you. Jake's eyes follow your figure as you go to grab your phone and lift the screen towards yourself.

That's when he freezes. You do too.

You cock your head, as if asking yourself why it was disabled. He can hear the gears in your head turning.

"Jake, did you try to unlock my phone?"

He runs through all the possible excuses he could blurt out. Come on Jake, think of something! But he knows he can't lie to you.

Too many beats of silence pass by.

"Maybe," he finally says—or more like murmurs. He looks up to you like a child looking up at their mom, who just them caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. To his surprise, you don't show any hint of anger. A flash of confusion—and is that worry he sees?—crosses your face for a split second before you shrug and turn towards your room to change, dropping the subject. It was natural for you two to use each other's phones anyways. So then why did you have that look of worry?

Jake knows you well, a little too well. But that's what you love about him. He can easily read all your emotions. One of the many things he picked up from dating you for almost two years now. But why would you care if he tried to get into your phone? Why would that worry you? All the possibilities run through head and his own worry begins to increase. He trusts you. He does.

So then why does the thought bother him throughout the entire day? Why does he bring it up during dinner later that night, when you're both cuddled on your sofa, slurping take-out ramen while rewatching your favorite k-drama under the thick blanket that you always keep in your living room for nights like these?

"Huh? Of course I've heard from Jay today, we had that conversation about that stupid meme you boys kept laughing about in the groupchat we're all in, didn't we?" You answer him when he asks if you've heard from Jay lately. You sit up from your warm spot under Jake's arm to put your empty bowl on the coffee table in front of you. When you lean back, you look up at him,

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just wondering," he says, avoiding your eyes by keeping his own trained on the series currently playing on your TV. This would be your third time rewatching this series together. He would never complain to you though, he knows how much you love it and if he were being honest, he was secretly attached to the characters—not that he would ever tell you, he would never hear the end of it from you and the boys.

"You're being weird. Just tell me, or did you forget that I can practically read your mind," you say with a giggle and shove to his side, the one you were currently warmly cuddled into. Jake wasn't the only one who learned how to read emotions; you could read him just as well as he could read you. And like you, that's one of the many things he loved about you. But maybe not in this case.

He toyed around with the contents inside his ramen bowl with his chopsticks.

"I just..." God, how does he word this? Why was he having trouble explaining it? You were the easiest person to talk to. To him, you were the only person he could tell everything to.

"Jaywastextingyouabunchearlier," he blurts out quickly, but not quickly enough for you to miss it.

He feels you shift under his arm. He feels the air in the room shift. Tension.

"What?" Now you're sitting upright, legs criss-crossed in front of you on the couch but turned, so your body is completely facing him. He mirrors you, sitting up to put his ramen bowl next to yours on the surface, but he stays facing the TV.

"Your phone kept going off because of him when you were showering," he says with a little more confidence. But inside, he was nervous as hell, the same nervous as when he asked you out for the first time many moons ago. But it's too late to back out now, he brought it up first, anyways. Guess we're having this conversation now, good going Jake!

"Is that why you tried unlocking my phone earlier? I mean I thought you were just trying to leave selfies on my phone like you always do but you were trying to read my texts?" You question, slightly raising your soft voice. He doesn't know how to react, he hates confrontation.

"It wasn't like that, Jay just kept spamming you and like I—why was he even texting you in the first place? Then your phone got disabled because you changed your password, which you never do by the way, so I–"

"I changed it because my little sister kept getting into my phone when I went to visit my family yesterday! Did you really think I was hiding something from you? You know I can text whoever I want, right? You don't own me."

Okay so now he's managed to make you angry. Good going Jake, part 2!

"Okay but what does Jay need from you so bad that he has to send you like 50 messages at once?" He's standing now. So are you, eyebrows furrowed together as you collect your bowls from the table.

Standing there, bowls in hand, you say, "Jake, that's none of your business! It wasn't even that big of a deal, I don't know why you felt the need to nosy around."

"Well, if he's texting you non-stop, then obviously it's a big deal! We wouldn't even be having this conversation if you would just tell me what you guys were talking about," he murmurs back, eyes narrowing. You scoff as you trail into your kitchen. He follows behind and stops at the other side at your kitchen island as you place the dirty dishes into the sink.

"No, we're having this conversation because you obviously don't trust me! It doesn't matter what we were talking about, it doesn't matter who I was texting! I could be texting your mother and I shouldn't have to tell you what we were talking about! That's why we're having this conversation," you say as you turn back to face him from the other end.

He hates this. He hates fighting with you (which is a very, very rare occasion). He hates that you think he doesn't trust you. He hates his insecurity eating at him, telling him to keep questioning you on why you and Jay were talking in the first place. He was aware that you were close with his friends, but it wasn't until the texts he realized just how close you are with them. It's not that he didn't trust you, he just didn't know how to act when it came to you and other guys. God knows how he got lucky enough to meet you, let alone date you, so the thought of him losing you to someone else actually terrified him. Not only were you his first real relationship, but he wanted you to be his first and only one in life. You were it for him.

"Why did he text you." He deadpans from his side of the kitchen.

You scoff with a hint of exasperation. "You're kidding me."

You stare at him. He stares back, quirking an eyebrow, as if restating the same question back, as if testing you.

You're fuming now. Why was he making it so hard? Why was he doubting you? Out of frustration, you start laughing, which scares him. That can't be good.

"Fine. You wanna know so bad? Take a look,"  you're one tone level away from screaming as you take your phone out of your pocket, unlock it, and open up your conversation with "bluejay park", sliding the phone across the island to reach him.

Jake stares at the phone which now lies there, unlocked, facing him. Isn't this what he wanted? It is, right? That's why he started this dreaded argument with you in the first place.

Then why does he feel so fucking awful?

He looks back up at you, to see you sighing and looking up at the ceiling, as if trying to force your forming tears back into your eyes.

Yup, he feels horrible.

"Happy? Happy to know we were just trying to plan a surprise birthday party for you but you and your jealously just had to know huh, Jake?" You quickly state, voice cracking, as you tried not to choke up. You weren't sad that he found out about the surprise. You were sad that it felt like he didn't trust you. That he thought you were the type of person to do god knows what behind his back. You hated the feeling of not being trusted. Especially by Jake, of all people.

"Fuck."

Jake's face (and heart) falls with the most broken expression you've ever seen. But you're too sad, angry, tired (a mix of all?) to care. Your only goal right now is to not let him see you cry.

You hurry past him, across your apartment, and into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you, leaving behind a shocked, and regretful, Jake.

His heart shrinks when he hears the door slam shut and a little more when he looks down at the still unlocked phone in front of him. He didn't have the heart in him to look at it anymore. Of course he trusted you, he knew what you said was the truth.

He mentally screams at himself for assuming the worst––for thinking that you, a literal angel, would betray him.  First, he thought he was losing you to someone else. Now, he was afraid he just lost you through his own actions. 

He hesitantly sulks over to your door, softly knocking when he reaches it.

"Y/N?"

No response.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, I let my—”

"Jake just please leave me alone for now," he hears you painfully say from a distance, meaning you're on your bed. He knows the door's unlocked—the lock on your door hasn't been working for a long time now, despite the many times he tells you to talk to your landlord about it. But he doesn't find it in him to open it. He knows he messed up. If he saw you in there right now, crying, he wouldn't know what to do. He wouldn't know what he would to do himself, knowing he was the reason behind your tears.

He nods in silence, knowing you can't see him, but does so anyways and returns to his spot on the couch. He could leave right now, go back to the dorm with the rest of the guys, let you have your space like you wanted. But his heart hurts at the idea of leaving you sad, angry, or a combination of both. He can't leave this unresolved. He fucked up, he has to fix it.

And so he sits on your couch for another hour. The clock on the wall behind him continues to tick as the silent tension in your apartment continues to grow. When it hits 11pm and he's sure you've slumbered off into sleep, he quietly enters your room.

He can see your figure in the dark, your back facing the door as you're curled up into yourself under the comforter. He feels his heart drop a little more when he imagines you crying in that position from earlier. He slowly peels the comforter open and gets into his side of the bed, careful not to bother your sleeping figure.

Laying there, staring up at the ceiling, he's never felt more like a stranger in your bed. It's not that he hasn't slept over before, god knows he's probably slept over at your place more than he has in his own bed. But right now, in this moment, he just felt awful. Like he didn't deserve to be in such close proximity to you. How could he be deserving? He violated your privacy, made you feel like you weren't trusted, doubted your relationship.

These thoughts run through Jake's head as he stares up at your ceiling fan, wishing he could turn back time to a few hours ago, before he checked your phone, before he let his insecurities get to the best of him.

You can feel the dip he makes in the bed behind you when he gets in. Of course you're not asleep. There's no way sleep could reach you when you had the recent events constantly replaying in your head like a broken record.

You knew Jake with all your heart. You didn't have to look at him to know he was probably laying there, hurt, staring up at the ceiling, drafting what to say once you wake up—or once he knows you're actually still awake.

You decide to break the tension by turning to lay on your other side, facing him.

You were wrong. Thanks to the little sliver of moonlight shining through your sheer curtains, you can see him, now laying on his side, already looking at you with so much regret in his eyes. You can almost hear the cracks in your heart physically forming.

His eyes widen when he realizes you're still awake. He opens his mouth to say something, but not before you quickly shift over to his side of the bed and embrace him in a tight hold, burying your face into his chest. Without any hesitation, he returns the gesture, arms holding your body as close to him as possible. As if once he let go, he'd lose you forever.

He lets out a sigh of relief as he breathes you in. He didn't even know he was holding his breath all this time.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry Y/N," he mutters into your hair. He feels his hoodie getting wet from where you buried your face. He pulls you closer, if that's even possible, feeling his own eyes heating up with sadness. He would never forgive himself for making you feel this way.

"You know I trust you right? Please know that. I shouldn't have assumed the worst when I saw your phone. I...I let my insecurities get to the best of me."

You move your head from its home on his chest to look up at him, as if asking him to elaborate. This was new to you, you didn't know he held insecurities in your relationship. But it wasn't because of you, no, you were his entire world. Losing you meant losing everything.

Jake's never been the best at saying his feelings. That's why it took him so long (with the help of his six best friends) to finally confess how he felt about you. He was afraid of letting people in if they could easily walk out. Maybe that's why he never let anyone into his life before you. But oh, were you an exception. The second he met you, he knew he was fucked. But thank god he did, because thanks to you, he's been able to be more open, more vulnerable. He's able to talk to you about anything and everything. He doesn't have that same fear of losing people anymore, not when he has you in his life to reassure him every step of the way. But right now, in this moment, he doesn't know how to tell you that his new fear was, in fact, just losing you.

The sheer idea of you not being a part of his life anymore terrified him. 

"I hope you know you're never going to lose me Jake, if that's what you're insecure about," you softly mutter as you wrap your free arm that's not stuck in between both your bodies around him to gently play with the ends of his hair. It's as if you could read his mind, he loves that you know him so well.

"It just sucks that you could even think I would ever do something as awful as what you were assuming...with one of your closest friends nonetheless," you continue.

"I know. I know, and I feel terrible. I'm so sorry. I know you would never do anything remotely close to that, and I know you would never intentionally try to keep anything from me," he sighs. He shifts so he can lie down on his back, bringing you with him to lie on his chest, never letting you go once. "It's just...I just don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you Y/N. Everyday, I ask myself what heroic thing I must've done in my past life to deserve this life with you and I can't help but think you could just as easily be stripped away from me."

As much as your heart breaks listening to him rant, you feel your love for him grow even more. You knew how hard it was for him to put his true emotions into words, and him telling you this reminded you how much trust he had in you.

After some moments of silence, moments of him drawing random shapes onto your back, moments of you two just holding each other like it was the end of the world, you speak up.

"I love you. I'm sorry for making you doubt yourself—"

"No, it's not your fault, I can't help but think things like that. I just don't know what I did to deserve you, and I know that I need to be mo–"

"Babe let me finish," you say with a little giggle in your tone. He immediately stops and mutters a little "sorry". How cute, you tell yourself.

"I was gonna say," you look back up at him so you're making direct eye contact now. "You're the only one that's ever on my mind, Jake. I can't help the way you think, but I can assure you that there is no one else I would rather be with. And I mean that for the rest of life."

You snuggle back into the comfortable hoodie he's currently wearing (you make a mental note to yourself to steal it from him later) and decide to ease the tension,

"So you're stuck with me for life, sorry to inform you Mr. Sim."

Jake lets out a laugh, looking down at you to see you returning his smile with a cheeky one.

"I love you. So much," he says so sincerely, so genuinely, that you almost tear up again from how content you were. Now you were asking yourself, what did you do to deserve him?

Jake Sim is not a jealous person.

No, he just loves you.

A lot.

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[madd-nix]

Lost and Found

Chapter 2

After finding a lost little girl named Rosie in the subway, the two Subway Bosses work overtime to find her parents. Unfortunately, it seems like they don't want to be found.

Aka, Ingo gets a daughter and Emmet is married to Piers cuz this is my fic and I make the rules. Also, I wanna say a huge thank you to all the people who have read and enjoyed the first chapter! I didn't think my self indulgent fanfic would get such nice comments, so thank you! And I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Words: 2,256

Rating: PG (ask to tag)

They did not find them soon. A whole week and a half passed by and they couldn't find Rosie's parents. Ingo and Emmet watched and rewatched the security footage of the subway to see where Rosie's parents could have ended up. After losing Rosie, it seemed that they took the A train, but they were then spotted later taking the H train. They could've ended up in Anville Town, Driftveil City, or the Mistralton Airport. And if they went to the airport, then they could be anywhere in the world now.

The police were also busy searching. Rosie was unfortunately too young to really remember where exactly she lived, but she managed to remember the name of the city. She lived in Opelucid City, so the twins were easily able to get ahold of the mayor, their Uncle Drayden. Ingo and Emmet explained the situation to their uncle, who was more than willing to help in the search. He also got more police on the case to figure out just who Rosie's parents were and where they went.

Unfortunately, nothing came up. As soon as they had a lead, it was gone. They found out where Rosie lived, but her parents were nowhere to be found in Opelucid. When they tried to see if any airplane tickets had been bought at the Mistralton Airport, their names were nowhere on any records. There was no more video footage of them in the subway, and no other possible leads could be found. Even after Rosie's story aired on the news all across Unova, no one was able to provide any information that they didn't already know, and no one called to claim that they were Rosie's parents.

During all of this, Rosie continued to stay with Ingo, Emmet, Piers, and Marnie. Ingo continued to sleep on the couch despite his stiff back aching every morning, just so Rosie could be comfortable at night. Each day, Rosie would either spend time at home with Piers and Marnie, or if she was feeling especially clingy to the man who first helped her, Ingo would bring her to work with him. On those days, he would end up spending the rush hours with her in the break room after she had expressed fear of getting lost in the huge crowds again, and then during slower periods she would tag along with him while he performed safety checks on the trains. He couldn't put off his duties in the Battle Subway, so she ended up sitting in one of the seats in the Singles train while he battled challengers. She was very fascinated by the battles, and she absolutely loved watching Ingo and Emmet battle in the Multi line. Anytime they won, she would cheer and clap, and if they lost, she would congratulate the challenger, telling them all about how strong they must be to defeat the Subway Bosses. She would then remind Ingo and Emmet that they fought hard and that they'll surely beat the next opponent. She was like their own little cheerleader.

Unfortunately, even with the fun she was having with them, it was clear that she missed her parents. After the third day, Rosie broke down crying, asking where her parents were in between sobs. It broke Ingo's heart to see her like this. He just held her close and promised that they were working hard to find them. They would come back for her soon. They had to... right?

But after eleven days of searching and playing the story on the news over and over, it wasn't looking good. After dinner, Marnie agreed to watch over Rosie and keep her entertained while Ingo, Emmet, and Piers took a walk to get some air while they talked about the situation.

"It's not looking good," Emmet said simply.

"What are we going to do?" Ingo asked as he tugged anxiously on the collar of his turtleneck. "Should we extend our search to other regions?"

"Well, if they really have left Unova, I don't think they intend on coming back," Piers pointed out sadly. "I hate to say it, but... this might be a case of abandonment."

"But what if something bad happened to them? I disappeared for five years and no one suspected that I abandoned Emmet."

"Ingo, I doubt Arceus or Giratina or any other legendary Pokemon took away Rosie's parents like they took you," Emmet said. "You went missing late at night when verrry few people were at the subway, while Rosie's parents went missing during the lunch rush. It would've been much more noticeable if a portal opened up to take just two people." Ingo remained silent. He hated to think that people could be so cruel. Rosie was a wonderful little girl. How could two people who took care of her for six years suddenly decide they didn't want her anymore?

"But why would they abandon her?" Ingo asked, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. Both Emmet and Piers were silent. Neither had an answer. None of them knew Rosie's parents, so they couldn't know for sure. But whatever the answer was, Ingo knew he wouldn't like it.

"How could they just abandon her?" Ingo practically shouted. "She's only a child! She's done nothing wrong! She just wanted to go to the amusement park with her parents, and now she's alone and scared and confused! She has no idea what's happened and now she's in some new place with no idea how to get home!"

It felt eerily similar to his situation in Hisui. Sure, he eventually got used to it, and he would always be grateful to the Pearl Clan for everything they did to make him feel welcome, but he always felt like an outsider. He was different in so many ways, and even if he had no memories at the time, he still knew that Hisui was not his original home. Like Rosie, he had been lost and confused, with no way of knowing if he'd get home. But he was at least an adult. Rosie was a child, and he hated knowing that she had to deal with a situation similar to his own. But unlike Ingo, who had at least had Emmet coming to find him, Rosie had no one coming to find her.

Emmet placed a hand on Ingo's shoulder to try and calm him down.

"Ingo, she hasn't been sent somewhere else through time and space," Emmet said. He knew just where Ingo's head was spiraling, which some people would refer to as some sort of weird telekinetic twin ability. But in reality, Emmet just knew his brother really well. "She was left behind by her parents who don't seem to care that their daughter was lost alone in the subway. But even though she doesn't have anyone coming to find her, we are here for her. We can make this situation better for her."

"Emmet is right," Piers added. "If we can't find her parents and get her home, then we can help her find a new home with people that will actually care about her."

"But is it really alright to give up on finding her parents already?" Ingo asked, still slightly hoping that Rosie hadn't just been abandoned.

"It has been almost two weeks. Eleven days to be exact," Emmet pointed out. "After everything we've done to make it known where she is, I doubt her parents are coming to get her."

"...I suppose," Ingo finally relented. "But what do we do now? Try to find an orphanage or a foster home that will take her in?"

"That is an option," Piers said with a nod as he also tried to think of a plan.

"There is another option. We keep her," Emmet stated bluntly.

"Emmet, Rosie is not like one of your pet Joltiks!" Ingo exclaimed. "We can't just 'keep her!'"

"Why not? She's gotten to know us, and I think she's really grown attached to us, especially you," Emmet defended. "We could keep taking care of her."

"We don't have anymore rooms in the house for a new bedroom," Ingo argued.

"Well, I'd have to ask, but I'm sure Marnie wouldn't mind sharing a room with her," Piers suggested.

"Okay, well... who will adopt her? There would have to be someone to officially adopt her. We can't all sign off on the adoption papers," Ingo pointed out.

"You could adopt her," Emmet said.

"Why me? Why not you and Piers?" Ingo asked. It's not that he had anything against adopting Rosie, but he was just a little stunned at being shoved into the role of fatherhood so quickly.

"She likes Piers and I, yes, but she seems to like you more," Emmet explained. "She follows you around more and you were the one who found her in the subway. Besides, you've always been better with kids than me." Ingo turned to Piers for his response.

"Honestly, I have to agree with Emmet," he said. "Rosie really does like you. And I've watched how you interact with her, and you seem so natural taking care of her."

Ingo thought about it. He did enjoy having Rosie around. She was a sweet girl and he loved getting to know her. He now knew she liked macaroni and cheese, she liked cartoons, she thought Emmet's Joltiks were cute, she loved feeding Marnie's Morpeko, she thought Piers' music was cool, she hated green beans and steamed carrots but raw carrots were okay, she liked falling asleep leaning against Ingo while watching TV late at night, and she liked listening to him read to her before bed.

Had he already fallen into the role of Rosie's father without realizing it?

"No matter what we do, this should be Rosie's decision," Ingo said finally. "This is about her, and I don't think it's fair if we try to decide for her. If she would rather go somewhere else, then we'll find a good orphanage or foster home for her. If she would like to stay with us, then I will sign off on the adoption papers."

"Sounds like a good plan," Piers said approvingly.

"I hope she stays with us," Emmet commented. "I will be a verrry fun uncle." Piers chuckled and wrapped an arm around his husband. Ingo smiled a little at the thought of Rosie being a part of their family.

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When they arrived home, Marnie and Rosie were absentmindedly watching TV while playing a game of Uno. Ingo felt himself grimace. He'd have to break the bad news to Rosie.

"How was your walk?" Marnie asked without looking up.

"It was fine," Piers replied. "Figured some stuff out."

"Yes, verrry important stuff. Stuff that we need to talk about with you, Rosie," Emmet added.

"With me?" Rosie looked up, confused.

"Yes, it's... about your parents," Ingo said hesitantly. Rosie looked up hopefully.

"Did you find them?"

"...No. I'm sorry, Rosie." Ingo sat down on the couch beside her while Emmet and Piers sat on the opposite side, closer to Marnie.

"Y-you'll still look for them, right?" Rosie looked to the three adults for an answer.

"...Rosie, I am so sorry, but it has been almost two weeks. We have made many announcements and searched every possible location in Unova. The only other option would be to extend our search outside the region, which would that mean your parents... most likely left," Ingo explained.

"We were thinking that maybe it's about time to figure out where you'll live from now on..." Piers added sadly.

"W-what? But... I live in Opelucid City with Mommy and Daddy..." Rosie whimpered. Her eyes were starting to fill with tears. "Why can't I go home?"

"Rosie..... I don't think your parents are coming home. I'm so, so sorry." Ingo lowered his head. It was getting hard to look Rosie in the eyes as he gave her the bad news. Marnie wrapped an arm around her as Rosie started to cry.

"I-I *hic* want Mommy *hic* and Daddy!" Rosie sobbed. Ingo wrapped an arm around her now as well. Emmet and Piers scooted closer to offer comfort too. Rosie just kept crying.

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It was at least a good hour until Rosie was able to calm down. She was now leaning against Ingo, who was gently rubbing her back. She was hugging a tissue box that Emmet had grabbed for her.

"...Rosie, we would like to ask you where you want to live," Emmet said, finally breaking the silence.

"Should we really have her decide that now?" Ingo asked.

"She doesn't have to decide now. We can just tell her the options and let her decide later."

"...My options?" Rosie looked up at them with red eyes.

"We were thinking that perhaps you could go to an orphanage or a foster home," Ingo explained. "We would look for the best possible place with the kindest caretakers. But if you would prefer, you could stay here. We would get you a bed, new clothes, anything you would need to live with us." Rosie was quiet for a bit, seemingly thinking about her options.

"Take your time," Piers said. "You don't need to make a decision yet." Rosie nodded and leaned her head on Ingo's chest.

"...I'm tired," she said quietly.

"I can help you get ready for bed," Marnie said. "Would you like to wear my pajamas that have little Psyducks printed all over them?" Rosie nodded and Marnie helped guide her upstairs.

Ingo sighed and leaned back against the couch.

"That poor girl..."

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[dangerousstrawberryshark]

I'm not Mad

A/n: Hello, My 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I'm back after 5 days? Of being away. Also, I know this pic is from "Defending Jacob" but this was the best I could find. (Totally not because I'm lazy to find another one.)

Chris Evans x Boyfriend reader

Warnings: passionate smut?, no kinks, and fluff

Requested from @nighthunter241

They requested: Male reader is at work while his boyfriend Chris is at the infinity war premiere (their relationship is a secret, so he did not go). While at work he hears some of the other workers talking about how Chris accidentally announced him having a boyfriend. After some days have passed, Chris goes back home and talks to the male reader apologizing about how he exposed the relationship (thinking the male reader was angry with him) But the male reader is relieved that he does not have to be a secret anymore. They celebrate by having a dinner date which ends with the two having a steamy moment (smut).

M/n: Male name

Word count: 2534

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You were currently at work just doing serving the masses. Everything was going amazing but early a Karen decided to make a fuss.

Flashback

You were just minding your own business, helping some employees until out of the corner of your eyes. You see a woman, who looked like she was in her mid-30s, with blonde hair pushed to the side with some strands on the other side, and wearing sunglasses.

She was yelling and screaming at the poor woman. It looked like the young lady was going to start crying. She was causing a scene, everyone was just pretending like they weren't seeing or hearing anything. Only giving a few glances and some were recording.

"How about you go back to Mexico!" now that's where you cross the line. Well, you crossed the line a long time ago.

"Ma'am, that is highly offensive, and I suggest you leave immediately!" you butted in.

"NO! I won't leave until I have the manager!" She yelled at you, even though you told her to leave in a calm voice.

"I. Am. The. Manager!" You said in a slow tone. Your left eye was twitching and the smile you were giving was twitching. You were this close to losing it.

"Well, sir, this damn immigrant fucked up my food!" you just looked at her like "really?" She was mad over that?! "Okay, ma'am, you could've just ask instead of throwing an adult tantrum."

Her face looked like she was offended. Then she went back to yelling and screaming. "Listen here! I gonna have to ask you to leave or I'm calling the police."

She just screams and screams, annoying the over customers who have to sit through this whole problem. Then she yelled, "He hit me! Stop hitting me!" She said that while she reaching behind the counter to hit ME.

"Y'all are seeing this right? I'm not evening hitting you! My hands are right here!" You just lost but thankfully the police arrived and escorted her out.

"Finally that woman is gone."

(Don't be a Karen, if you don't know what a Karen is then look it up.)

Flashback over.

But other than that, your day was going amazing. Especially since your boyfriend, the famous, Chris Evans was coming back home after the Infinity War premiere. Yes, you were dating the one and one Chris Evans.

You were still at work on your break until you overhear one of your employees. "Really?" "Yeah, apparently Chris Evans has a boyfriend!" two girls were chatting and looking at the other's phone. "Lucky to whoever is dating him! He is literally daddy material."

"Yeah, but they must be cute together! I wonder who it could be?" the two girls began to squeal. They didn't know that their own boss was dating Chris.

Now, you didn't know that he leaked your guy's relationship but you're not mad at him. You're actually relieved and happy that it's not a secret anymore.

All you could do was wait for his return.

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Time Skip (2 days)

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Chris was driving his way to yours and his place. Yes, you and he live together. Many thoughts were running through his head. 'What if he leaves me? What if he's mad at me? Will he still be with me?'

Chris just couldn't stop thinking all about the negative thoughts. He knew you wanted to keep your guy's relationship a secret but he accidentally let it slip.

Flashback.

"So, Chris- do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? Or are you in a relationship?" someone asked.

Chris wasn't thinking properly and accidentally said, "Yes, I do have a boyfriend-" Chris stopped himself but it was too late. His eyes widen but tried to play it off.

Everyone was now talking. It was at that moment Chris knew, he fucked up.

Flashback over.

Chris finally arrived at yours and his place. He approached the door and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

You were sitting on the couch just minding your business watching videos on YouTube until the doorbell rings.

'Chris is here!' you yelled in your mind excited to see your boyfriend. He finally arrived from the Infinity War Premiere.

Once you opened the door, you were immediately engulfed by two large hands and the sounds of Chris crying? He held you tight until he spoke.

"Please don't leave me M/n! I didn't mean to say that! I know you wanted to keep it a secret but- I just-..." Chris said crying his face off. You looked at him confused until you remembered what he meant.

"Please don't break up with me! I'll take you out to dinn-" You cut him off there.

"I'm not mad Chris. I'm actually glad that you told everyone." You said in a soft voice as you wrapped your arms around his neck calming him down a little.

"So, you're not mad?" you shake your head no. "Can I still take you out?" you rolled eyes and smiled, "Whatever makes you happy."

You and Chris just ended up cuddling on the couch for the next 4 hours. Chris was scheduling your guy's date at someplace. You hoped it wasn't any of those places cause their food is awful and tastes horrible.

You were cuddling into Chris's warm muscular arm as it was wrapped around your waist. "Hey, baby?" You hear him call out to you. "Yes?" You responded rubbing your head against his muscular arms. Chris smiled at you before speaking.

"Well... I found this place- and don't worry it ain't fancy- So, how about we go?" Chris said scratching the back of his head. You smiled at your nervous boyfriend. "Yes, you lughead."

"Alright, let's get ready." you nodded your head as you got up from your position to get ready. "Oh, and try to be cautious about the paparazzi. Everyone now knows about our relationship."

You nodded your head understanding what he meant. the Paparazzi can be a pain in the ass. bombarding celebrities with cameras and annoying the shit out of them.

After about 30 minutes you both were ready for dinner. Chris also had something else in store for you when got home.

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Time skip (end of your dinner date)

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Everything was going amazing besides the bombardment of the paparazzi, questioning us about our relationship.

Once we got home, Chris said he had one more thing to show you. You wondered what it could be.

"So babe, I know you're not mad about me telling everyone about our relationship but I want to give you the ultimate apology," Chris said while snaking his arm around you.

"Oh? And what's this ultimate apology?" You replied knowing what he meant.

(Disclaimer: I'm not good with writing passionate smut. Message me if this is good.)

"Oh, you'll see baby," Chris said before latching his lips against yours. You kissed him back while wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

You opened your mouth to allow him to have access to your wet cavern. Your tongues fought for dominance with Chris winning. He explored every nook and cranny of your mouth.

Chris pulled back."How about we take this to the room?" "Yes!" Chris smirked before gesturing for you to jump. "Jump baby."

You complied wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Chris grabbed your plump ass for more support. But also because he just wanted to touch it.

He carried you to the room still making out. Once there, he sat on the bed with it sinking under his weight. Chris began to move his hands up and down your sides as the kiss was getting more intense.

(Chris is sitting down, with you on his lap.)

You pulled back with a strand of saliva connecting your mouths. You both took deep breaths before you slowly began to undress Chris. Chris did the same.

"You're so hot." You said, kissing down his neck leaving love bites. Chris groaned as a response. You got up and removed pants and boxers hopped back onto Chris's lap.

Your hard cock slapped your stomach as you hopped back onto his lap. This time it was Chris's turn to leave marks on your smooth skin. "You're so soft..." Chris said with his face buried in your neck leaving his love bites on you.

You whine as Chris pulled back before latching his lips back onto you. You pushed him back onto the bed and began to lick his erected bubs.

You moved your hand across his chiseled abs and massage his left pec. You traced your tongue down to his abs, leaving behind a trail of slick down to his lower part.

You have gotten to one of the best parts of Chris's body. His crotch area. You removed Chris's pants to reveal a large bulge. You licked your lips as you removed his underwear.

Chris's cock slapped his stomach after you removed it. You held his 8-inch cock in your hand. You could feel the heat radiant from it and thick heavy meat.

You gave your lips one final lick before stuffing your mouth with his meaty cock. Chris lost his breath and threw his head back as you took him whole.

Chris liked your wet and warm mouth. He felt like he was going to cum right then and there but he held himself back. You lick his sides and swirling your tongue around his fat tip.

You could taste his delicious and creamy pre-cum. You could feel his cock pulse and twitch meaning that he was close.

"Now, Chris, don't cum now or that will ruin the fun! We haven't even gotten to the best part!" You exclaimed pulling away from his cock. Chris just chuckled, "Sorry, your mouth was just too good."

You smiled at Chris before laying down with your ass pointing towards him. Chris immediately got the gesture and approached you.

Chris wet three fingers with his saliva and traced them around your tight muscle ring. You whimpered as you felt one go in. The first finger was to find your sweet spot.

After moving it around for about a minute you felt shocked run through your veins. "That's where it is," Chris muttered to himself. Then you felt a second finger go in.

Chris was stretching you out properly cause he doesn't want to hurt you. Your small moans were muffled by the pillow you were holding tightly.

Chris noticed, "Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?" Chris asked. "N-no... I'm fine. Please... continue." Chris nodded his head before pulling his fingers out.

Chris then placed his cock on one of your cheeks. "Tell me if it hurts. Okay? I don't want to hurt you." You nodded your head in response. This was it, you finally losing your virginity.

You could feel the tip move past the ring as it pushed deeper then it stopped. "Is it you hurting?" You shake your head no. "N-no... it doesn't hurt. C-continue."

Chris nodded his head before pushing deeper into you. His cock was now fully into you, it was touching your sweet spot. Your cock was twitching at the pleasure even though he didn't start thrusting.

He let you adjust yourself to his large size. He's going to wait until your truly prepared. After about 5 minutes you felt ready.

"You... c-can start to move now." You said whimpering and whining a little. Chris nodded and began to thrust. He started off by giving small thrusts but he already was kissing your sweet spot making you moan.

Chris gave more small thrust, waiting for him to go faster. "P-please go faster..." You begged Chris wanting to feel him more. "Are you sure, I don't-"

"Stop it. I can take it... probably" You muttered the last part. Chris sighed and did what you want. His thrusts then began to go faster. His cock repeatedly began to hit your sweet spot.

Your plump ass was tightening around him as he pushed deeper into your warm love hole. "F-feels... so... g-good." You now know what it's like to have sex after your friends talked about how they had sex.

Your cock began to twitch wanting to release a hard load. You could feel Chris's cock pulse and twitch inside. "I'm... c-close." "Me too," Chris responded, throwing his head back as you tighten around him.

"Let's cum together." You nodded your head. Chris began to go faster, hitting your sweet spot over and over. And you began to tighten around him as his thrusts began to go faster.

The room was getting foggier. Sounds of skin slapping, moaning, and groaning were heard too. You and Chris reached the end.

"I'M CUMMING!" You both yelled at the same time. Your cock busted all over the sheets while you could feel Chris's hot cum fill you up. Painting your wet walls with his paint.

Chris pulled out to see some of his cum pouring out and your twitching and doing a grabbing motion. You never felt so empty before.

You two sat there regaining your breath. Chris laid down and soon you followed. You got up from your position and cuddled into Chris's strong arms.

You laid your head onto his pecs while his arm moved to enclose. It was comfortable laying on him. "I love you, Chris." You said kissing him forehead.

"I love you too, M/n. I'm glad you're not mad at me." Chris replied, planting a kiss on your forehead before falling asleep.

You both laid there snuggling into each other's hold.

THE END

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ANNOUNCEMENT 1: Request is now opened and I will be changing the capacity of requests. 3 requests to 8 requests.

ANNOUNCEMENT 2: I would like to say, thank you! Thank you to all of you. I reached 200 followers, I thought I would never reach this. I guess this could be a 200 follower special?

A/n: Again thank you all. Bye my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓 see you next time

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[cloudy-leonhart]

puppy dog eyes. | eren j.

honey's notes: I like to think that Eren is a big dog person, and I had a dream about this fic and I had to write it. I also used to have a dog, his name was milo and he was absolutely adorable.

summary: a new puppy widens your family, Eren never had a problem until he saw you giving every ounce of your attention to your pup! He's got competition and he doesn't like it.

female reader.

theme: fluff.

TW; eren being jelly, swearing, talking abt a baby.

recommended song: oops - Little Mix, Charlie Puth.

"Reader! Let's get this one!" Eren crouched in front of a small german shepherd pup as it scratched the glass dividing them from each other. "Look! He really wants to go home with us! Pretty please, Reader??" Eren looked up at your figure, who was getting a kick out of seeing him beg.

"You're absolutely sure, you want," You stopped to look at the documents taped on the front of the glass, "Milo? is his name." Eren nodded as he put his finger on top of the glass, right on top of the puppy's paw, he looked like a kid in a candy store.

"Don't do that, Eren. You're not snow white, besides there's a sign that says don't touch the glass." You swatted his hand away as he cradled it, a small 'ow' coming from his lips. "Are we getting him or not?" The puppy whimpered and jumped up, the pup looked at you with eyes that told you to take him home.

"You- I-" you tried to object, but Eren was doing his angry frown, he really just looked like the puppy who too stared but you just sighed and nodded, turning to the employee who watched the whole ordeal. "we'll get the puppy."

Eren stood up, as he hugged you from behind, excited. "You better be the one taking him on walks, I'm on food duty." You told him, crossing your arms. "Absolutely! Thank you, baby." He hummed as he leaned in to kiss you, before you raised your hand to pat his cheek, both averting it from your face and earning a loud smack, "Don't do that in public." You jokingly sneered.

He followed the employee who helped you grab stuff for your new puppy. He could feel excitement running through his veins, it did not help that he was thinking of the future, you guys are gonna be like a family! 'This is gonna be great!' Eren thought.

This wasn't great at all! Eren huffed as he watched you pepper kisses on your puppy. It has been a few weeks since your adorable fur baby, Milo had come home with the two of you and at first Eren thought it was great, perfect even. He mentally groaned, how could've he been so dumb!

He watched as the dog took every ounce of your attention, not even sparing him a kiss or glance. Milo barked, licking back at your face as you laughed, "Who's my good boy? Is it you Milo, is it you??" You baby talked to the puppy as Eren further merged with the couch, his hands were crossed on his chest as he glared at the puppy in your arms.

You looked over at your pouting boyfriend, as you deadpanned. "nuh-uh, you better wipe that angry pout off your face, you wanted Milo. You've got no business getting mad at the poor pup." You scolded your boyfriend as he continued staring at Milo, who looked like he was taunting him.

You continued your lecture, Eren wasn't even paying attention at this point, too intimidated by the fur ball sitting a few feet in front of him. "Hey! Are you even listening?" You snapped your fingers in front of his face, as he snapped out of his staring contest with Milo and looked at you, before breaking into hysterics. "Reader! He's taking all of your attention away from me!" He fake sobbed.

"You're being a drama queen! Are you really trying to fight with a puppy? It's a puppy." You rolled your eyes as you picked up the little pup. "See! You don't carry me like that." Eren looked at you with his own special puppy eyes, "Eren, Milo is small. You're literally six feet tall, and your diet consists of cold pizza and a can of pepsi." You retorted.

Eren huffed once again. He caught Milo's gaze on him once again. "What're you looking at?" Eren asked, Milo barking in response. "Eren! Stop trying to pick a fight with Milo!" You stopped Eren from tormenting your lil pup. "I'm gonna jump you later, just watch." Eren dragged his thumb across his neck.

"Eren!" You slapped his shoulder. For the rest of the day, you had seen Eren look like a dejected puppy that was left on the streets. You thought nothing of it until you heard muffled talking in your guys' bedroom. "Listen here, Milo. I get that you're cute and all, but she's my girl." Eren was sitting on the bed, Milo at his feet as he pointed at Milo, who just barked. "I'm the alpha here." Eren pointed to himself smugly as he picked up Milo.

"I'll let you have your fun, okay? But at the end of the day, I'm the one who better be sleeping next to her, without you in the middle, got it?" He squinted. Milo didn't do anything but lick his face, sniffing it, puffs of the dog's breath against his cheek tickled him. "I'm trying to have a serious conversation, Milo come on." Eren tried pulling away from the dog's who only urged closer.

You laughed quietly, Eren somehow detecting your presence. "I'm trying to put him in his place, Reader. Stop encouraging him." Eren scolded you, putting Milo down as you walked towards him, sitting beside him on your shared bed. "Is that how you're gonna talk to our kids?" You hugged him from the side, your chin on his shoulder, looking up at him.

Eren digested your question before he jumped and tackled you on the bed, MIlo barking at the sudden movement. "Is that your saying that I can be your husband?" Eren's grin was big and he moved around like he was excited, meaning he was giddy. "Yes, I'm saying that I'd let you be the father to my kids." You laughed as he dived into your neck, giving you ticklish kisses.

"But! You gotta practice with Milo. He's technically our baby. It won't really cut if you're treating our kids as competition now, will it?" You teased as Eren nodded into your neck, leaning down to kiss your collarbones. You let a content sigh as you hugged Eren, pulling him closer to you.

Eren listened to your rhythmic breathing for a short while, raising his head to find you had fallen asleep. Milo had long climbed on the bed, waddling his way to you and Eren. Your boyfriend looked at him before raising his hand to pet the little pup.

"You're not so bad after all." He smiled.

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BRING IT ON HOME NESSIAN ONESHOT

Bring it on Home to me by Sam Cooke is on of my favorite songs in the word and I highly recommend you go have a listen if you havent heard it, I promise you wont regret it. I was listening to it the other day and instantly thought of how these lyrics resonated with nessian, cassian more especially and couldn't resist writing this fic. Just a little soft, SFW, domestic Nessian. 🥺😭

"Nes." Cassian groaned as he rolled closer to her side of the bed. "Nesta?"

After being met with stark silence, Cassian outstretched his hand only for it to collapse onto cold sheets.

No Nesta, he realized with a start.

Though he and his Nesta have been mated for some months now, all of which have been without an incident, he can't help but worry.

Each night he reassures himself with the knowledge of their bond, the heat of her body pressed against his own, the words of love and loyalty she ensures he hears everyday, that she is safe and finally happy.

Not miserable and balancing on the cusp of oblivion where he found her last year. Juggling between drowning her sorrows and indulging in sub-par sex just to feel something, just to deny the connection they share because she felt that she wasnt worthy of him. No, that was all over now, but he can't help when the memories resurface.

The memory of Nesta writhing and arched in her bed as silver flames wreathed her body like a shroud. The screams of pain and anguish that left her lips only to be swallowed by starless night and Deaths flames. How the very mountain trembled beneath their feet, bracing itself for the potential explotion that Cassian could sense building up. Somehow he knew that Velaris would've been crumpled to dust that night and become a fond memory. He felt it in his gut. Just the same way he felt her night terrors take hold of her for her powers to bask in centre stage. And in the same breath, he also felt that he could stop it. Whether that was pure male arrogance or the suspicion of the bond that lay between them, that was yet to be found. And it was...the moment her powers seized in intensity when he said her name. Once, twice, just enough for Rhys to gain control and save them all.

No, he would never forget that and he'd be damned if it were to happen again and catch him in a helpless position as the first time he witnessed the extent of her power. A power that mostly returned back to the Cauldron, only to be replaced by 3 Dread troves and the Mothers favour. A different sort of threat perhaps. One sweeter, kinder, even benign from what he's witnessed.

Nesta barely speaks about the power the same way she did with her Cauldron gifts. She reassures him that these were different, these she understands and smiled every time he enquired about her connection with the Mother. He wishes to know more, his body yearns for it, but his mate has always loved surprises.

Cassian threw on a pair of his undershorts before leaving his and Nestas new room. Though the House of Wind has become their shared abode, its ill advised to walk around naked with the possibility of Azriel becoming an unwilling spectator with his prowling around the halls in the dead of night like he's been doing for the past year.

Cassian loves his brother, sometimes more than kin normally do, he believes sometimes, but he'll never forgive him for that night he ruined his birthday night when he walked in on Nesta modelling her new negligee in the library. He's never jumped from one intense emotion to another so quickly. Blinded by the red lace of her silk garments only to see red of a different kind when the blue of Azriels siphon opened the door.

The territorial male part of him nearly took over that night and he was inclined to let it ride him had Nesta not winnowed them to their room and pushed him onto the bed. The anger, the curiosity he had as to how Nesta was able to winnow around the House when no one else could were obscured then turned insignificant by the view of Nesta sitting astride on his thighs.

Cassian followed the music swimming through the hall which brought him to a new lounge area that didn't present itself in the centuries that he's been living here until Nesta inherited the place.

Many new things have made their presence known and sprung to life since Nestas made the House her home. Hidden rooms have materialized, troves have opened and a gorgeous garden has flourished on the top of the mountain. As if in preparation of someone, or little someone's who might need it.

Cassian isn't blind to the fact that the House makes things available according to Nestas hopes, dreams and wishes. All of which make Cassian excited for the future and a forever with his mate even more.

Nesta was leaning against the cream white wall that she and Cassian painted just last night, holding an A2 canvas painting in both hands. He couldn't decipher her facial expression or read some of the wild thoughts that were evidently bouncing around her head as Nesta was inclined to raising her mental walls to him when she was stressed. He'd once asked why and she told him that she didnt want to plague him with her problems. Didnt want to bother him. Little did she know that Cassian was built for her, problems and all. Nothing about Nesta could bother him. Not even the parts that bothered her.

"Hi." He whispered which startled Nesta before she composed herself. For her to be so drawn into her thoughts that she didnt notice him approaching, instantly put him on edge him.

"Hi." She said, plastering a lazy smile onto her face.

Cassian took that as an invitation to enter. His eyes swept across the room, taking in the organized clutter. From the closed boxes filling the lounge, the half hung snow white gossamer curtains blowing in from the open balcony, to the slightly dusty white marble tiles that were installed just last week.

Cassian was a bit skeptical when Nesta told him of her plans to decorate this room in all white. White cushions, white couches, white walls, white flower arrangements, white chandeliers and white fur carpets felt like a fever dream to Cassian, but now that it's all coming to life, he can see the vision of beauty that Nesta had in mind. A vision not only limited to this lounge but the entire House of Wind that Nesta will decorate herself with the input of the House itself to revitalize the place. All of which will be paid for by Rhys.

How the Cauldron matched him to such a female, not mere female but god, he'll never know. All he can do is be grateful and work to be worthy and deserve the gift to draw breath in her presence.

Now that Nestas accepted her Human emissary role and is the courts newly appointed courtier, she's recieving the same fat salary like the rest of the IC, but Cassian doubts that Rhysand will ever let Nesta access her funds because he insists on paying for everything for her. Which goes to show that Rhys' gratitude for Nesta runs very far. Or guilt, or both.

What Nesta did for Feyre, Nyx and Rhys was something that couldnt be described with words. She saved their lives and in doing so the entire court. Rhys failed to tell his family about him and Feyres decision and never left a plan of action to follow after his death. Had he died, the role of High Lord could've fallen to anyone. Probably Keir or one of Mors detestable brothers because they are Rhys closest male blood relatives. What they would've done to Velaris, done to the entire court....Cassian seldom contemplates that. Nestas sacrifice and mercy saved them all and in doing so, opened herself to a higher form of being that is yet to be seen.

"What are you doing up so late?"

"I had a lot on my mind. I couldn't sleep so I decided to come and get this room in order." She explained, flipping her golden brown hair over her shoulder.

"What's been on your mind?" Cassian asked casually, taking a step closer.

He'd have embraced her and held her against his chest if it weren't for the massive painting in her hands. A painting that he can feel is the source of all her trepidation.

Nesta bit her lip before turning the canvas toward him and placing it in his hands. "Feyre finally finished that and it was delivered yesterday afternoon. I was too afraid to open it then- but I figured that I wouldn't be able to sleep until I saw it."

At first glance, anyone would assume that the muse was Nesta. From the steel eyes to the clear skin and poise in the pose. But upon further inspection, the age of the woman, the beauty spot beneath her right eye and slight darker tresses reveals the truth.

"This is your mother..." Cassian said lowly. The weight of the image, not the canvas itself but the obvious memories, pain and loss the painting held settled on him.

"Was." She uttered a bit sharply. Her throat bobbing up and down.

Cassians eyes darted between Nesta and the painting. Surprise and admiration pouring into him in droves. Her sisters did mention more than once that Nesta is their mothers spitting image, but this...it was as though the same person had been born twice.

"You stole her whole face." He chuckled, bringing a sweet curve to Nestas lip.

"I know...I know." She shrugged.

Cassian lay the painting carefully against the wall then wrapped his arms around his mates shoulders. Her own found their home around his waist as she rested her chin atop his chest so that their eyes could meet.

If it were a few months ago, a year, she would've furiously blinked away the tears that have settled in her eyes, or rejected their proximity entirely. Only to retain a semblance of control that shes strived so hard to maintain. But now shes opened herself to him entirely. Made him a part of both her happiness and pain, loss and gain, victories and failure. Just as their mating vows ordered.

"Talk to me." He whispered, dragging his fingers through her hair.

"I- I just...I know that my mother was not the best of mothers, nor did she love us in the ways that a mother should but....but that doesn't make me love her any less. She might've trained me instead of raised me, saw me as a ticket to wealth and leisure or lived vicariously through me but she was still my mother." Her tears fell down her cheeks as if a damn had been broken. "There were good moments as well as bad and I'm not going to pretend that she was never loving or good to me. Elain and Feyre might've forgotten her, but I can't... I wont."

Cassian lowered his head to press soft kisses to her cheeks where her tears left stains. "I know." He murmured. "You dont share the same memories as Elain and Feyre, it's only natural that you saw her much differently and remember her in a better light than they do." He rubbed feather light circles on the back of her neck in an attempt to assuage her from her pain.

"It broke my heart when I walked through Feyres house that day and didn't see a piece of myself or her. It felt like I was being erased, forgotten. Now I've found my place in that hall but she hasn't. I couldn't allow that to happen. I couldn't let her be erased just like that."

"And she wont be, not if you will it. I'll remember her with you." Cassians lips found Nestas and before they knew it, the couple found themselves descending into a deep kiss that only a mating bond could conjure.

"You know that's one of the reasons I love you?" He stated, to which Nesta replied with a raised brow. "Your compassion, your massive heart, your loyalty... these are all qualities that you motivate me to pursue everyday. You've kept your soft side hidden for a long time and now we're starting to see it." She smiled. By far the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. "That sweet love. Just bring it on home to me."

A giggle was shared between them as soon as the words left his mouth. The lyrics of a song, their song, that came on the day of their mating ceremony that they had on repeat for 2 hours straight. Cassian had never heard a song that spoke to him and his experience with love the way that one did. One that Nesta knew would speak to his very marrow and chose not to warn him in advance, only to see his reaction.

"You're insufferable." She said, only to hug him tighter and lay her head on his chest.

"Well then you're going to have to get used to it, Nes. We only have forever left together."

Just when Cassian expected Nesta to respond, the soft melody of a piano begun in the corner of the room from Nesta symphoniam, followed by the ever true lyrics that might've been written for them, that might as well have been their wedding and mating vows.

If you ever change your mind

About leaving, leaving me behind

Baby, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Nesta begun the dance. Cassian followed with no hesitation. Though it was a far cry from the pulsating waltz they'd done in Hewn city or other court events thereafter. It was far more intimate, passionate. Just a sway of the hips and foot movements that reforged and strengthened the golden bond that surged through them on Winter Solstice and polished it to a shimmer. Their bond was not a mere tether, not a chain. It was a rainbow. Shimmering through storms and sunny days. It didnt only make its presence known or surge when they were in the throes of passion, it became more sentient when they were upset with each other. It was the musical and colourful road that led mate back to mate. Self back to self.

I know I laughed when you left

But now I know I only hurt myself

Baby, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

His heart cracked at the words and the truth they carry. The memories when they were so at odds with each other that they could barely be in the same room longer than necessary. The nights when he thought the immense sadness and grief at the prospect of losing her entirely would drown him and suffocate him. When he wished that he could rip his heart out of his chest only to get a reprieve from his anguish. Anguish he attempted to expunge with throwing himself into work and training only to realize that the further they moved from one another, the further they moved from themselves.

As if Nesta could hear and feel those memories, she held onto him tighter. This female, his tether to reality, his anchor, the tree that was able to weather a thunderstorm that left the land decimated only to come back and continue to grow with fruits and flowers on display for all to see.

I'll give you jewellery and money, too

That ain't all, that ain't all I'll do for you

Oh, if you bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Cassian knew that from the moment he met Nesta, there was nothing in the world that he wouldn't do for her. Nothing too out of reach that if she should request, he would give. He was already hers in mind, body and soul. Their bond might've snapped into being after she emerged from the cauldeon, but the draw he felt toward her was infinite. Like their souls were made from the same essence but placed on earth in different time periods so that they know life without the other, to appreciate being together more.

You know I'll always be your slave

'Til I'm buried, buried in my grave

Oh honey, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Cassian held up Nestas hand so that he may look upon the wedding and mating band. She requested that she have both and went to the best jeweler in Velaris to fuse both choices so that they sit as one on her finger. Both were made of rose gold, the slimmer wedding ring was imbued with three tanzanite diamonds and the larger mating band sports just one giant diamond that would need it's own security team. Cassian knew his mate loved nice things and made him pay a pretty penny to get it. He'd do again if only to see the stars that twinkled in her eyes when they chose the bands at the jeweler.

He looked at his own jeweled finger. A simple silver band that stood out more than he expected it to. He wanted to get black carbon fiber but Nesta threatened not to speak to him again if he had. Now he can't stop looking at it. He loves how it makes an appearance even though he's bedecked in full illyrian armour. He'll never forget the swell of pride he felt when his soldiers eyes zoned in on the piece of metal that could've easily been obscured by the red siphon that rests atop his hand, but chose to stand out and make its presence known. A symbol of his immature bachelorhood dead and gone, giving life to a new stage in his life. A stage he's waited for longer than he cares to admit.

He remembers using the word 'shackled' when describing his mating bond with Nesta when he was upset with her, but now that word seems appropriate. If the pieces of metal sitting on their matching fingers are the shackles of which he spoke, then he'd wear his shackles with pride.

One more thing

I tried to treat you right

But you stayed out, stayed out at night

But I forgive you, bring it to me

Bring your sweet loving

Bring it on home to me

Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

Cassian rarely thinks about the time they spent apart. When resentment, self punishment and grief pulled them apart only because those memories are nothing in comparison to the centuries he spent without her.

Living life believing the words of the ignorant and seeing oneself as a inferior and undeserving of the love that he relishes in now. The love that has somehow wiped away centuries of self hate and lack of self awareness. He figures that the reason why he used to be the first to throw himself into deadly missions were all desperate plea to prove himself, to put it into stone that he isn't a mere worthless bastard but is someone worthy of respect. But now his outlook has completely shifted. He is no longer living only for himself, but for another. He remembers the blind terror he felt when he thought that Nesta was swallowed by the black water in the Bog, or how she screamed when she thought that she lost him on Mount Ramiel.

He doesnt want either of them to go through that again. To be without the other. To feel that their very heart was ripped out of their chest, when both had taken permanent residence in the other.

He saw how Feyre reacted when Rhys died, and heard when Rhys screamed when Feyre was on deaths doorstop. The mere thought of Nesta experiencing that pain or him has softened his daring heart.

He will live, he will love and he will do it with Nesta in his arms.

As the song drew to a close, Nesta shifted from her position on his chest, too look upon him again. She brought her slim fingers to his cheeks and smiled. "Forever."

He could offer nothing but the same. A truth that had been both a promise and a prayer from the moment they met, "Forever."

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Fandom: Inuyasha Genre: Romance/Humor/Fluff Pairing: InuKag Rating: T

The conclusion for this little fic that has waited 6 years for completion. Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!

Thank you to @akitokihojo for being such a stellar beta for this fic, and helping it come to its completion. Couldn't have done it without you!

For @inukag-week Day 6: Transformation.

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Part 4 Word Count: 2,000

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It had been a very long time since Kagome had experienced a hangover.

The buzzing in her brain soon became too much to ignore as it beckoned her to consciousness. She opened her eyes to the dimly lit room. Sunlight peeking from beneath the closed curtains indicated it was daytime and she silently thanked herself for being smart enough to close them before leaving her apartment the evening before.

Kagome wrapped the duvet around herself and tried to grasp a hold on the fleeting darkness of unconsciousness. She knew nothing would cure a hangover except time, and she would rather spend it floating through dreamless sleep than deal with the repercussions head-on. Waves of nausea added to her misery and she could faintly smell whiskey with each exhale - a scent that was intoxicating last night, yet this morning it only caused her stomach to twist further.

Her phone pinged with a message, but she didn't dare even try to reach for it, the annoyingly bright glare of her phone not exactly something she wanted to sabotage herself with. As the minutes passed by, she became more acutely aware of her brain feeling like it would swell beyond the capacity of her skull, and her dehydration became too obvious to ignore. Her tongue felt like cotton as she licked her dry, cracked lips. Damn, why did the morning after always have to remind her of what a bad decision the night before was?

She squinted and finally set her gaze on her nightstand. A surprising wave of relief washed over her. Drunk Kagome must have had an intelligent moment, for on her nightstand stood a bottle of painkillers and a glass of water. As quickly as she dared, she propped herself up on one elbow, trying to ignore the slight spin of the room, before greedily popping two pills and finishing the water. Even so, her thirst was far from quenched.

As Kagome tried to sort through her memories of the night before, she quickly registered that she had no memory of coming home last night. The last, clear recollection she could come up with had her sitting at the bar with Inuyasha and sharing a shot with the bartender.

"Shit," she groaned, hanging her head before precariously pulling her legs from beneath her blanket. Blacking out from drinking had been a favorite past time of hers back in her early college days. It wasn't because she didn't know her own limits when it came to being intoxicated, but back then, she simply didn't care. Drinking had been her favorite vice when it came to dealing with the pressures of school, boyfriends, and girl drama. It had been years since she had felt the need to get obliterated so completely.

Finally finding her courage, Kagome reached over and unlocked her phone. The red battery sign at the top meant it was almost dead, so she quickly scrolled through all the alerts on her phone. There had been way too many messages and missed calls from Hojo, which triggered the memory of the picture she had sent him. Her nausea increased ten-fold. Regret was a spiteful bitch.

Hojo was going to be the afternoon's problem. Maybe even tomorrow's problem. All Kagome knew was that it wasn't going to be a now problem.

Kagome plugged in her phone and once she was on her feet, the room swayed, almost causing her to lose balance. She stumbled out into the hallway to her bathroom to relieve herself. When she finished, she washed her hands and splashed cold water on her face just to feel something refreshing. The person's face who greeted her in the mirror no longer resembled the glamorous girl of the night. Only a woman's face awash with guilt, a wrinkled set of pajamas, and hair that was far from attractive.

From the other end of the apartment, Kagome suddenly heard a key turning in her front door. Immediately, she felt panic rise in her throat, eyes going wide. No one had a key to her apartment, not even Hojo, so unless she had been robbed last night - which she very may well have considering she had very little memory of it - no one should be coming over.

She swallowed thickly against her cotton throat and grabbed the first weapon at her fingertips - a plunger. Yeah, she wasn't winning any awards for being clever, but she was hungover and scared for her life.

Kagome crept down the hallway toward the front door and nearly lost her breath at who she saw standing in her entryway. The man from the bar last night - Inuyasha? - was making his way to her kitchen with a carrier filled with coffee and a bag from her favorite breakfast joint down the block.

"Good morning," he greeted casually, not at all thrown off by her presence as he set down his packages on the counter. "I brought you breakfast."

Rage and astonishment swelled in her chest. "What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?!"

He winced and held his hands over his ears before turning to glare at her. "If you could wait until after eight in the morning to start yelling, I'd really appreciate it."

"You didn't answer my question," she seethed, wide eyes sweeping the rest of the apartment for evidence as to what exactly happened last night?!

Inuyasha studied her from across the room and laughed at her dumbfounded expression. "Did you think I was a burglar or something? What's with the plunger?"

Kagome looked down at the plunger she held in his direction like a sword, and felt a blush bloom across her cheeks. She hurriedly hid it behind her back. "W-What was I supposed to think?"

He simply rolled his eyes. "Do you want breakfast or not?"

She bit her lip, but couldn't deny the ravenous hunger eating away at her stomach. Probably half the reason why she was so nauseous. Without saying another word, she slipped back into the bathroom to put away her weapon before meeting him in the kitchen. The sweet aroma of coffee and fresh bagels greeted her. She could've kissed him all over again.

"I didn't know how you liked your coffee, so I got cream and sugar just in case."

Kagome slowly sat down in the chair across from him, watching him slather some cream cheese on his bagel and drink his black coffee. She racked her brain as to exactly why Inuyasha was in her apartment, and then flashes of the night before came rushing back, of sloppy passionate kisses and tangled sheets.

Her heart dropped to her stomach.

Inuyasha studied the array of emotions that flickered across her face while he slowly chewed his bite of bagel and then swallowed. "Kagome, how much do you remember of last night?"

She bit her lip, shameful eyes lifting to his. "Um, well…" Her gaze fell to her person, realizing she was no longer wearing the sequined black dress she had gone out in. All the evidence pointed to a girl she wanted no relation to, making decisions that were very, very regrettable.

"We didn't sleep together."

Kagome's eyes flew to Inuyasha's, his deep voice quelling her fears. "We-We didn't?"

Amber eyes watched her carefully before turning back to his bagel. "No, we didn't. I'm not the kinda guy who beds a girl when she's drunk. Not my style."

A breath Kagome didn't know she had been holding escaped her lips. She had never been the type of girl to have one-night-stands. Her friends always teased her about it, but it was something she prided herself in. Having sex with someone wasn't something she did on a whim. She wanted to know she meant more to someone than an easy lay.

Her brows furrowed as she sipped on her coffee. "If we didn't sleep together, then why are you here?" she questioned. It would've been one thing if she had woken up with a naked man in her bed and kicked him out because of sheer embarrassment. It was another thing entirely that a man she didn't sleep with would bring her breakfast in the morning.

Inuyasha shrugged. "I was too tired to get another ride home last night, so I slept on your couch."

Kagome glanced over the breakfast bar to see a blanket and pillow on her couch as evidence that it had been occupied the night before.

"You know, you probably shouldn't drink so much."

She threw him a glare. "Did I ask for your judgement?"

He shrugged. "I'm just sayin'. Letting a stranger take you home because you're too drunk isn't exactly attractive."

Kagome scoffed. "Oh, thanks for the help," she snipped sarcastically. "What would I've done without you?"

Inuyasha grinned. "Probably throw a party to celebrate my absence."

"Probably, yeah," she hotly agreed. "I would've been just fine on my own."

"Maybe."

She frowned, flashes of last night starting to come back. They had been two heartbroken strangers in a bar who found comfort in their shared misery. Under the neon flashing lights and upbeat techno music, they gravitated toward one another like moths to a flame. But by morning they had transformed; she no longer represented the alluring woman who bewitched him, and he no longer appeared as the mysterious man who captivated her.

Now, she was simply Kagome Higurashi - a woman who was dumped by her fiance and had a mile-long to-do list regarding cleaning up their frayed relationship. And he was simply Inuyasha.

Kagome inwardly cringed. She didn't even know his last name. Or what he did for work. Or anything about him really.

Just fucking great.

"Look, Inuyasha," she began, setting down her coffee. "I appreciate everything you, er, did for me, but-"

"When we're done here, we should go on a real date."

Her mouth fell open. "What?"

Inuyasha shrugged. "Why not?"

"You have got to be joking," Kagome said while shaking her head. "One-night stands are literally just for one night, and we definitely would not work out."

He grinned. "Damn. That's a quick deduction there."

Kagome blushed. "I just mean that, last night… it was great and all, but…"

"It's daytime and the whole world's changed?" Inuyasha finished for her.

She sighed and looked away. He was right. Things were different. Last night didn't happen often for her, and bringing home a guy to her apartment never happened. If it were up to her, she'd stuff last night in a box as a precious memory and then forget it ever happened.

"I'm not saying I'm over Kikyou."

Kagome met his gaze. His eyes locked onto her, and held not an ounce of mirth. He was serious about this. He wanted to see if this could become something.

"And I doubt you're over your ex-fiance," he continued. "But, last night was fun. You're different and piss me off to no end-"

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" she asked with narrowed eyes.

He sighed and after a moment finally stood up. "Look. You seem like a great girl. But I'm not one to beg. Thanks for the couch." Slipping his phone into his back pocket, he turned to leave.

"Inuyasha, wait!" Kagome called as she chased after him.

Dammit. This guy was so infuriating! He insulted her, and called her names, and angered her enough to make her slap him upside the head. But he also made her laugh, and feel alive, and made her want to kiss him again and again.

She couldn't deny that she wanted to see him again.

Grabbing his elbow, she made him stop in his tracks and look over his shoulder at her. "What?"

"This…" she started, fumbling for the right words. "This is never going to work. You and I."

He gave her a lopsided smile. "I'll pick you up at six."

And then he was gone, closing the door behind him.

Within a moment of him leaving, Kagome realized something: Meeting Inuyasha was either going to be the best luck she ever had, or the very worst. At least, on the bright side, he had already witnessed her at her lowest.

How bad could it be?

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