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unlovable | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary you are Dustin’s older sister, you and Eddie used to be boyfriend and girlfriend, but haven't spoke to each other, until your little brother messes things up. (5.3k)

warnings fem!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, exes! in love, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn exes to lovers, idiots in love!!!, panic attack tw!, english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!

“I told you I don’t wanna hear anything more about it!” You whined once again, as he was still babbling away.

“Oh, get over it!” He finally snapped. “It’s been more than a year!” He screamed at you, not with anger, but with resignation in his voice.

“Don’t…”

“I… Look… You only have to drive me there, you can go later, I’ll call you when I need to come back and I’ll make sure you don’t even cross paths with him… Please?” His eyes looked through his eyebrows, begging, needing a yes.

“Dust…” You try to change his mind once again, knowing damn well that he had won, once again. “Okay…” As your hands rested on your side in full resignation, his went up in celebration, smiling and screaming thank you, thank you.

How could you say no to him? It wasn’t your fault that he had grown so fond of him while you two were dating, and it’s not his fault that you broke things off… Well, you didn’t actually. How could you?

That thought crossed your mind often, how could you? or, in other words how could he? You had loved him like you never had anyone else, and he still couldn’t fight for you two to stay together. When he decided to stay quiet, and grow distant when you needed him close and by your side, it had been his choice.

It’s not like it was your fault, or his. It’s just that sometimes, loving someone is not enough.

And it wasn’t enough, even if it killed you, you needed space to grow, he needed his space anyway. And it was hard, knowing that your brother hung out with him regularly, crossing looks with him when he dropped Dustin off, sadness in his eyes, remorse in yours. It was hard, but it was getting bearable.

You had agreed to be on good terms for Dustin’s sake, so that’s what you did.

The sound of the door closing snapped you back into reality, making you sit up once again, back straighter. Your mirror propped up in front of your bed, you looked at yourself, remembering his touch anywhere the sun kissed your skin.

You took a deep breath, and muttered to yourself okey, let’s do this then. So you did. You stood up, opened your wardrobe and thought what to wear exactly, deciding that if he had to see you, you might as well look good and take yourself out on a date later, perhaps to that new coffee shop that had opened down the street.

Be as it may, you had dressed yourself comfortably enough to not be cold in autumn weather, and you looked at your face once more.

Lipstick, that’s what you needed, it always made you feel good on days you were down, and a little boost is what you needed now.

Dustin was waiting for you downstairs, smile big and bright, with your car keys in his hand.

“You're not driving.” You said to him, coldly, almost mocking him.

“Yeah, I know. Soon enough though!” He screamed back cheerfully. You nodded in response as you unlocked the car.

You didn’t have to ask him where to, you had memorized long ago how to get to his home, even some shortcuts, for when you were a little bit tipsy and didn’t want Hopper to stop you and give you the talk. You smiled at the thought of that, and Dustin seemed to notice, as your right hand left the wheel for just a second to mess with your hair a bit, leaving your face free of cover.

The sun was setting once you parked your car, and the sky shined bright with a beautiful sunset, soft oranges mixing with pink clouds. You had to step out and take a good look at it.

Dustin opened your door for you, he always did, with a big smile he waited for your shy thank you, which you gave accompanied by a little ruffle of his hair. He nudged you with his head, making you both smile as you looked up.

“Hey, thanks for bringing me here.” He said, you could tell that he was being extremely honest.

“Anything for you, kid.” You replayed back, your hands fidgeting with an unlit cigarette. “When do I pick you up?” You asked him, your head lowering to look at him.

“I can bring him back.” Eddie’s voice had appeared, and with it, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

“Hi” You muttered shyly, as you spun around to look at him.

His hair was as wild as ever, shade so dark it contrasted with his pale skin. Old Iron Maiden shirt with holes in the neck laid perfectly on top of his chest, hugging him in all the right places. Your eyes looked down, checking him out. His jeans still hugged his thighs just as good as you remember. But what you didn’t notice was that he was doing the exact same thing.

He had to take a moment to look at you, the whole you. Your legs crossed over one another, accentuating even more your figure, your arms across your chest, making it a center of his attention, worsened by the fact that your breath had sped up, and your breathing made you move your chest up and down fast. Your exposed neck had made him remember how much he enjoyed biting you, so he ended up biting his own lip when his eyes met yours.

It was the first time you were talking. And so much time had passed.

“Hi” He said back, softly, a smile forming in his lips.

Dustin excused himself to get inside, clumsy, and admiring the fact that you two were actually talking again, he was mesmerized and he obviously spied on you two from the crack of Eddie’s entrance door.

His hand reached in his pocket, lighter coming out, he offered it to you. So you nod as you let your cigarette linger in between your lips, feeling the warmth of the flame as you are at a loss for words.

Not too sure what to say, or do.

“You don’t have to bring him back, I can come and get him…” You say, as your eyes leave the floor and look back up at him, nodding at Dustin’s way. He shrugs in response.

“I don’t mind. And I know you don’t like driving at night.” He answers, with his hands buried in his back pockets.

And maybe it’s the fact that he remembered such a stupid detail, but a soft smile forms on your lips.

“Okay then, thanks.” You answer back. Looking at how much you had left to smoke, knowing that once you finish, so did this conversation. He seemed to understand as much.

“Henderson?” He begged, his eyebrows raised as he looked deep into your eyes.

“Munson?” You answer back, cooly, calmly. Smoke escaping from your lips.

“It really is good to see you.” He admits, smug in his face.

You smile in response, a short nod to him as you inhale again, speaking to him as smoke comes out and he’s lost in you again.

“Yeah, it is.” You smile in response. “I’m a sight to be seen.” You mock, as you make you both chuckle softly, a distance still visible between both of you.

“You've been taking care of yourself?” He asks, a bit of worry could be heard.

“Yeah, I always am, Munson.” You take your final drag as you smile at him, closing your eyes so smoke won’t get inside of them.

“Continue to do so then. You look good.” He whispers the last part, but you always had a good ear, so you nod as you smile and open the door to your car.

“Yeah, so do you.” You say as the engine starts to roar.

“So… You just talked?” Steve laid on your couch, Red-vine in his mouth, pulling it to pieces with his teeth.

“Small talk.” You said, no thoughts behind your eyes, you walked up to him “Move” You told him as you signaled moving your hand side to side. His legs reached the floor.

“Ouch.” He said in response, giving you some of the candy. “Small talk… That hurt?” He asked, eyebrow raised, eyes meeting your calm gaze.

“Not as much as I thought it might.” You admit to him. Your head is finally resting on the couch. Eyes closed as you remember him, and his stupid smile. “Fucker told me “it was good to see me” and that “I looked good.” “ You explain to Steve as you air-quote your way through. The sweet taste of the Red-Vines hitting your tongue.

“Shit.” He said in response. You felt him standing up. “Wanna talk about it?” You opened your eyes, seeing him reach over to the water.

“Noisy.” You tease as you accept the cup. “Not really” You add as an answer to his question.

“O-kay” He said, extending the first syllable. Giving you his blanket as he pulled another one from his side. “So, what’s it gonna be today?”

“Labyrinth?”

“I’m not feeding into your Bowie obsession.”

“M’kay. Goonies?”

“Don’t wanna babysit now.”

“Rude. Okay. You choose then, I don’t wanna think.” You finally let out, the heels of your hands covering your eyes in frustration.

A beat. Steve could be heard messing around the VCR, his jeans ruffling as he moved, until his body laid beside you, his arm cuddling you into his chest, as you finally rested.

Breakfast Club started, and you muttered a thank you.

Steve kissed your forehead.

Steve had always been there for you, thick and thin. Just like you were there when he had a crush on Robin, or even now, when he was falling for Nancy again. Funny enough, you both seemed to be in the same sinking boat. As you usually were.

Your eyelids were starting to feel heavier by the minute, and you were determined to not fall asleep for once, even if you were really, truely, deeply comfortable under the warm blankets.

The movie was about to end, and your eyelids feel heavy. Still, your eyes opened wide as a noisy van parked outside, with blaring loud music as it screeched.

“Munson?” Steve asked, rubbing his eyes while still half asleep.

“Guess so.” You muttered, looking out the window, stretching your arms under the blanket that you were now sharing with Steve.

Sure enough, the long haired boy popped out, helping your brother to jump out of the passenger’s seat, and for what felt for a moment, looked straight at you, a frown appearing in his face. Your eyes left him, as your mouth closed, and minted, you followed Dustin until you heard the door rattling.

“Hey Dust.” You said, your voice raspy from falling half asleep.

“Hey Henderson.” Steve said after you, a hand raised so he could high five.

“Hey” He said back, tiredness coming from his voice. “Going to bed, is that okay?” He asked as he reached the first step of the stairs.

“Yeah, of course.” You smiled at him. He nodded and started to go up. “Good night!” You screamed at him.

“Night!” He yelled back.

“I should go too. It’s late.” Steve said, looking at his wrist watch, you nodded in response as he tore the blanket away from your body.

“I’ll walk you out.” You say, your voice is still raspy. Yawning as you lazily stretch.

He offers you his hand, so he can pull you up, laughing as he does, your feet reach the cold, and you smile. You open the door, and to your surprise, Eddie is still there.

Though you pay him no mind, your eyes meet before hugging Steve goodbye.

“You’ll bring the tape back?” He asks, nodding to the living room, and trying to stall as he sees how nervous you are all of a sudden.

“Yeah, drop it off before work.” You smile.

He winks at you as he hugs you once again, and you both say goodnight.

You’re left there, on your porch, arms crossed on your chest, looking at a speechless Eddie, who just shakes his head in shock at the image of you two together.

“What are you-” He cuts you off, in his voice you notice, he is just as hurt as he is angry.

“You and Harrington?”

“What?”

“Are you serious?” His face flinched as he looked deeper into your eyes, not mad, that might not be the right word, but hurt didn’t make it justice to the way he felt either.

“Eddie, what are you doing here?” You mutter, your arms falling to your side in exhaustion, not really following the reason of his outburst.

“I… Dustin…”

“Yeah, Dustin. Sure.” You were growing cold now. He was doing what he usually did, burying everything that he actually needed or wanted to say, and you resorted to your all ways, though your voice growing tired, you agreed with what he was saying even if you didn’t, avoiding a major fight.

You locked eyes once again. Your arms wrapped with one another, sitting on top of your chest, looking down at him from your porch, as you bite your lower lip. His hands deep in his pockets, shoulders raised, looking up at you, his eyes glistening as he contemplated you, not really sure what he had to say.

“Good Night then, Eddie.” You said, your voice coming out thinner than you had wished.

“Yeah, good night…” He replayed as he stepped back, looking at you as you shutted the door and went back inside. Speechless once again.

Infuriated might be a good word to describe the way you were still feeling weeks later.

You did doubt yourself, and replayed the moment a million times over and over in your head, but everytime you did, you are left with the same thoughts.

Why the Hell did Eddie care if you hung out with Steve?

Steve had always been your friend, and he knew that, shit, even when you used to go out with him, Steve would tag along and eventually became friends with him, Eddie even invited him to some D&D sessions he did. Eddie never had had a problem, or had been jealous, but then again, why do you care so much? You two were nothing. You had been friends. You had been lovers. Now you were just somebody you had once loved.

And if you were honest with yourself, which you tried, you really didn’t feel like it could be spoken out loud, a fear of it being said, making all of this feeling you had materialize into something real, something you weren’t too sure you could be able to live with or act on.

And again, being in a room getting ready with Nancy and Robin just made it all worse.

Not because you disliked them, or didn’t enjoy their company, but because a tiny little voice inside your head was screaming to be heard, and you were only getting quieter, and quieter.

And the fact that Robin was trying to make Nancy speak about her love life in an interest to help Steve was only driving you completely more mad. As if you had no other option but to scream. So ever so subtly you walked over the stereo and made it louder, so some of the noise could be drowned out.

It seemed to work.

At least it did long enough to finish getting ready. Hair was teased where it needed to be, your eyes were decorated with eyeliner and eyeshadow, and your lips, as always, were in blood red.

You were still quiet when you got on the backseat of the car, as you looked through the window, waiting to see which house it was this weekend. Hawkins had little to choose from anyways, and teen parties were an open invitation for everyone.

Downtown, in god-knows-who’s house, you got lost as you usually did when too many things were going on. Overwhelmed didn’t come close to explaining it.

The music felt too loud. The people were too close to one another and to you. They were yelling too. Smoke filled the air enough so the colours were dimmed. You could hardly breath without feeling as your chest was closing. And none of your friends seemed to be there with you.

You needed to get out. As if air was escaping your lungs, your chest felt heavier with every breath you exhaled, a shaking hand grasped your chest, and it took you a while to realize it was your own. You were disoriented, so you ran until you found a safe exit. A backdoor that nobody seemed to be close to.

The cold air hitted you slowly, as your body collapsed on the floor, sitting down the dirty stairs. Your hands searched for your neck, scratching it as you realized, the one who you heard crying was you. The information seemed to come to you backwards.

So maybe that’s why you don’t really register it as it happens.

You do hear a familiar voice, soft and calm, and you feel hands wrapping your wrist, and as your eyes look at them, you see his rings. So when your head travels up to meet his eyes, a soft smiling Eddie is there, whispering something you can’t quite figure out yet.

In this instance, the only thing that you can actually feel is his touch, the contradiction of his rough hands being so soft, the coldness of his rings tracing a pattern on the back of your hands. As soon as one of them leaves yours to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, your attention is now back at him, a soft smile on his lips as he looks deep into your eyes, you feel his fingers slowly find their way on the back of your neck as he begins to whisper.

“Five things you can see.” He tells you slowly, softly, with no evident worry in his voice, even if he’s screaming on the inside.

“Wh- What?” You manage to let out as your breathing is still fast and tears still come out. He just nods and gives you a reassuring smile. You nod in return as you start looking around. “The tree.”

“That’s one.”

“Leaf.”

“That’s two.”

“Trash”

“Okay, three.” He says in between a soft chuckle.

“My…my shoe.”

“One more?” He begs.

“You.” You say as you look at him.

“Four things you can touch.” He says once again, his hand that was on your neck travelling down again to go with his left hand, holding yours tightly and softly at the same time.

“Uh…” You try to not get stressed as you look around, and can’t seem to find anything, until you look down and see his knee touching your leg, and you begin to feel the pressure it leaves back into your body. “Your knee.”

“Mmh.” He nods, as he bites his lower lip. “Go on.”

“My jeans.”

“That’s two.”

“Your hands.” He nods as his fingers stroke your skin. “And your rings.”

“Good.” He says reassuringly. “You’re doing great. Now, three things you can hear.”

“The music.” You spat out, still feeling like it’s loud.

“Yeah..”

“My voice.” He nods again as you blink slowly, regaining a sort of control of your own body, and where you were and what was going on. “And your voice.”

“Two things you can smell? Please?” Your eyes dart back to the ground, an unfinished cigarette still burning.

“The smoke.” You say as you point it. “And you.” You say as your head moves back to him, realizing again, how close he actually was, close enough to remember the way he always smells of sandalwood because he always burns it.

He smiles at you. A true smile, one that lets you know he remembers how you always complained about his room being too smoky because of his fixation with incense, and how you always begged him to open the window just three inches.

“One thing you can taste.” He says now, with his voice sounding as he always did, happy, relaxed, playful.

“Um..” You could say what you wanted to, you wanted to say you, but didn’t dare to do so, so you just looked around, until you saw Eddie reach down on his front pocket and grab two more cigarettes as he offered it to you with a peace-making smile. “That”

“Good.” He mutters as he lights it for you, before his own. You look down as you accept it, taking in the smoke to slowly release it, your shoulders finally relaxing. You feel his arm behind your back, a familiarity in the way he rests invades you again.

“Thank you Edds…” You say, as you look back into his maroon eyes. They shine as they look back at you.

“Anything you need…” He says in response softly. “I didn’t know you still got them.”

“I don’t… Well, it’s been a while since I had one.” You say as you both look at each other. Your eyes looking down at his lips involuntarily. So does he.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I’m sorry you had to see it.” He shakes his head no. “But I’m glad you were here.” You confess, a soft smile forming in your lips before you can avoid it. A moment of true sincerity and vulnerability shared with him.

“D’you wanna go home?” He asks, as he nudges your leg with his knee.

“Nancy’s car so… I’ll just wait out here.” You replay as you nudge his back with your shoulder, his curly hair bouncing as you hit him playfully.

“Nah, I’ll drive you, come on.” He said as he stood up, offering his hand to you so you could stand up.

You know that taking it is a promise, a truce, a trip to the past in a way.

And you don’t care, you don’t care at all.

It was impressive in a way, how it stayed as it always had. It smelt the same, it was in the same neatly organized mess, even the stains seemed to be formed in the same patterns as it did when you came last time.

It was embarrassing to have to be here, but thank god he told you to come over. And you swear you grabbed your keys, and you tried to climb the windows, but your mom had the brillant idea to actually lock them down today, and she was out of town, and you had no idea where Dustin actually was so… In the end, and as he putted, it was better if you slept in his couch than on your porch.

But it did feel weird, or funny. Seeing Wayne’s mugs again, smelling the sandalwood that came from his room, and the little bit of dust that the sofa let out every time the cushions were used or moved.

A year had passed yet time seemed to not affect the Munson household.

“I um… I kept some of your things so…” He said as he emerged back from his room. A smile appeared on your face before you could help it.

“You did?” You asked, looking down at what he was carrying.

“Um, yeah, couldn’t let…” He didn’t finish the sentence, thought he didn’t have to, you couldn’t seem to let go either. In his hands, the shirt you always borrowed, some of your presumed lost underwear, and your backup toilet bag.

“Thank you Edds…” You said for what felt like the millionth time this evening. He shook his head as he gave it to you, and headed to the kitchen.

“You can uh, take a shower or anything you need, I’ll make you some tea yeah?” You nodded, as you saw him smile. “You still like it without milk?” He asked loudly from the kitchen as you passed through.

“Yeah…” You tell him, and as you close the door behind you, you can’t help but whisper. “You remember.”

And the memories keep hitting you as you let the hot water run down your body.

Eddie brushing your hair while he sang under his breath and you followed along. You washing his hair everytime the two of you happen to share the space where you where standing, and how often he would pull you closer when you had to rinse so he would be cold -and how it always ended in moaning and laughter-. You were blushing at the memory, even when you were putting the comfy clothes back on, you remember losing the little thong, and how he threw it away across the room before going down on you.

Hair still wet and slightly knotted, you stepped out to the living room, comfy and warm clothes on.

“Hey Moon..” You say before you realized you called him by his old pet name you used to use. He smiles fondly at that, so your only reaction is to blush as you look back at him. “I um… I couldn’t find the hair brush…”

“Shit yeah, it’s in my room, I’ll get it.” He says as he rushes to find it, you follow him this time, and are shocked to find that he still has a picture of the two of you on his wall. It had always been where your eyes looked first, maybe it was muscle memory at this point. But next to his Corroded Coffin sprayed-old bed sheet, close by his bed, there you were, you were kissing his cheek as he had his arm wrapped around your waist, and he was smiling at the ground.

When Eddie looked back at you, he looked at it too and gave you a coy smile, you smiled big showing your teeth, pink invading your face, just like he had in his.

“You still keep it?” You ask, as you point at it and look back at him, noticing how he anxiously plays with the hairbrush now.

“I yeah… I mean… forget it.” He begins to walk back to the sofa, and he sits down, clearly embarrassed now.

So you did what you always did, you followed him and sat next to him. And maybe it really was muscle memory for him, or just the fact that it all felt like it did before, the tension, the electricity, the care for one another, but he started brushing your hair before you could say anything else, or before he even realized what he was really was doing, but once he did, since he didn’t hear any complaints from you, he just kept going.

“Why do you still have it, Edds?” You ask in a whisper of a voice, because honestly, it felt absurd to talk at a normal volume in such an intimate moment.

“Why do you wanna know that, my love?” my love. It rings in your ears for a second longer. He hasn’t called you that since you left, and hearing his voice say it again, in such a warm tone, only made your skin tingle and fill with soft goosebumps, as wet hair hitted it. You had your back turned to him, and his fingers were cautious to not pull the hair in any way that would hurt you, leaving it softly once that section was brushed.

“I just… please?” You said as you moved a bit to quickly glance at him, a soft smile appearing in his face, his brown eyes looking black since his pupils were bigger than before.

“What do you want me to say…”

You waited in silence, knowing that once he was finished with the last strand of hair you could turn to actually face him, to actually look him in the eyes, to for once, talk things out.

So when you felt the coldness of your wet hair hit the shirt and the back of your neck, and his fingers playfully shaking it a bit, as he used to do it every time he did this for you, you rotated your body slowly, your leg completely touching his, you were both dangerously close to one another, though it didn’t feel like a problem, much to different, in felt good, in felt like it was natural.

With just a little move of your head, he knew you wanted an answer, an honest one at that, so he nodded before he opened his mouth again, looking at you before doing so. His eyes stopping for a second too long on your lips, losing themselves in them for more time than it was allowed.

“I can’t seem to let you go.” He declared, honestly, with his voice shaking. “I regret what I did, I regret not saying anything when I could, I regret not being with you. I regret not loving you as much as you truly deserved to be loved, but I could never, ever regret being with you. You have been the best thing that has ever happened to me, even if you don’t feel the same way about me I…” His eyes were glossy with held-back tears, though he was smiling as he said it all.

Your hand grabbed his, and both of your eyes looked down for a second. Yours stayed there as you began to talk, while he had only had eyes for you.

“I never could regret you Eddie.” You say sincerely. Your voice breaks as you feel everything come up again, trying not to actually cry. “You were… You are everything I’ve ever wanted…” You confess looking back up at him, smiling just as much as you do. “You did love me, I know that, but, by the end, I didn’t feel loved, you made me feel like I was unlovable… And that… That hurt so much.” You declare, breaking down, a few tears escaping, as you meet his sight again.

“I’m sorry, I really am my love. But please, please…” He begged as he squeezed your hand ever so slightly. “Believe me, you are the most lovable person I know, and you deserve everything you want and need, and I’m sorry I couldn’t give it to you… I… I wish I could, I don’t know… I just…”

“What?” You asked as his left thumb whipped a tear out of your cheek, and you buried your face in his palm.

“I wish I could prove it to you now.”

It takes a moment to understand what he is actually saying. And once you do, for once in your life, you take initiative.

Your hand leaves his touch, and travels up his arm until it reaches the back of his neck, his eyes open a bit at that, and you take that as an invitation. You move your body closer to him, so much so that you sit in his lap, pulling him closer, finally, after what felt like an eternity, you kiss him. And even if your heart is beating so fast it feels like it could escape your body, you feel how he is just has nervous as you actually are, not because he hesitates on kissing you back, but because you can actually hear his rapid heartbeat, and you can feel the way his hand grip your body, a long kiss that says I missed you. His arms wrap your waist tightly, yours grab his neck, while your body pushes his back to the couch, grinding as the kiss deepens.

You can feel him smiling as he kisses you just as intensely as you are. And you are smiling just as big.

You need to stop for a second, to actually get your breath back. But you don’t pull back, your forehead touching his, your nails screeching his skin in loving strokes, his fingers rubbing your back in true disbelief.

“Don’t fuck this up again. Please.” You tell him, with your eyes still closed.

“I won’t, I’m not losing you again.”

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gentlyweeps-world · 5 months

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Wine and Lies 2

summary: A dinner date turns into a heartbreak. But maybe, you could get revenge.

pairing: carlos sainz x fem! reader, charles leclerc x fem! reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, toxic relationship, cheating, sexual tension

Previously: You never imagined that Carlos, your Carlos, would do this, then lie to you. You find that her name is Rebecca. She’s a model, of course she’s a model. Why are the homewreckers always models?

Clicking onto your Instagram you find that she’s following you. Rage filled your body, along with the need to throw up.

You rush off the floor and run towards the bathroom, throwing up the appetizers and wine you had.

Your phone buzzes to life next to you, showing the caller ID of your boyfriend's teammate, and Ferrari's golden boy, a smirk spreads across your face.

If Carlos could do it, you were going to do it ten times better.

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You swipe to accept the call, “Hey Y/n..are you alright..?” You hear Charles softly say, the tone of his voice showing he already knew Carlos had cheated.

"Y/N? You there? You alright?" he asks again having not gotten a response from you. "Yeah, sorry," you reply, sitting back down on the toilet as gently as possible. "Just a lot going on right now, I don’t know what to do."

"I know what it's like..." he says quietly, trying to be there for you though his voice still betrayed the sadness there in his voice, "I think you should probably just leave him," he says after a moment's hesitation.

“I think if I tried to, it wouldn’t work” You say truthfully, knowing you and Carlos would end up back together somehow, he would never let you leave.

“Then you should dump his ass for a better option. Like me” he says a moment of silence as if realizing what he had just said.

“I’m just kidding of course, maybe.” He sighs

Your eyes widen at his suggestion, I mean you had known Charles had a soft spot for you, and sure you found him attractive but you would have never tried anything, but now, it seemed like the perfect opportunity.

“Really?” You say teasingly, getting up from the toilet and wiping off your smudged mascara.

“If you want to leave him” he says, his tone nervous and hesitant.

“Let me take you on a date”

“A date?” You muse, fixing your mascara and applying some lip gloss. “And why should I go on a date with you?” You add on.

“Cmon you know why. I’ve always wanted to see more of you” he says, and now you can hear the smile there in his tone.

“You know Carlos is an idiot who doesn’t deserve you, I’m the best option”

“Really? And you’re sure of that?” You add on, wanting to see what else he’ll say, now touching up some of your eyeshadow.

“You name the place and I'm happy to take you” he says confidently. He knows he's a good option and he wasn't afraid to let you know it.

“Hmm well, I think I’m about to go out, I’ll send you my location soon” You say before hanging up on him.

You take your time fixing your makeup and hair, then you change into a red dress you know Carlos loves, you also know Charles would love it too.

You hear the door to your apartment slam open and shut, then footsteps lead to your bedroom, turning you see an annoyed Carlos.

“Why weren’t you at the restaurant?” He asks, his voice stern. “Because I had a much better alternative. Why did you decide to ruin us?” You say standing and looking at Carlos in anger, “I know about her, I know you slept with someone else, and I know Im better than her” you say and he looks shocked that you know.

Hearing his silence you add on, “So if you don’t mind, I’m going out”. Grabbing your purse and shoving past him.

“Where are you going?” Carlos asks angrily, grabbing your wrist and yanking you back towards him.

“It doesn’t fucking matter to you” You hiss out to him, yanking your wrist out of his grip.

“You don’t own me” You add on glaring at him. “It does matter to me” he hisses back, “ you belong to me” he says and you know just the thing to say to piss him off now.

“I belong to Charles”, you say and you immediately see a red flash in his eyes because god did he hate being compared to Charles.

“So go seek out Rebecca, I’m sure she’d love to hear you complain” You add on, opening the door to your apartment and shutting it behind you as you walk off to a nearby club.

You get a call a few minutes later, a call you know who it is from. It's Charles but before answering you decide to enjoy the power trip of letting him wonder why you aren't answering.

You arrive at the club and instantly beeline to the bar, ordering a gin tonic.

Grabbing your phone from your purse you text Charles your location with no further explanation, excited to get your revenge.

It’s not long before he arrives, the club a bit quieter than others but still pretty busy he finds you and comes over and orders himself a vodka tonic.

“Hey” he says smiling at you, as he takes a sip from his drink, his eyes wandering as he takes you in.

“Hi..” You say with a smirk, slowly checking him out as you sip at your drink.

"God, you look even better than I imagined" he says, taking another sip of his drink and getting a bit closer to you.

"I'm glad Carlos is an idiot, otherwise I might not have been able to see you tonight" he says teasingly.

“That makes two of us then..” You say softly, moving in closer to him as you place your hand on his arm, knowing that someone will probably be taking pictures, which is exactly what you want.

He feels your touch and he smirks, his eyes darting across you, imagining what he'd like to do with you, how you'd feel like in his arms, and his hands.

"Shall we get out of here?" he asks, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Let’s stay awhile, no need to rush anything..” You whisper back, drinking some of your gin tonic, needing the alcohol.

"You're right" he says, and he puts his arm around your back leaning in close. His eyes wander down your body, and you want to kiss him. You want to feel his breath on your neck, his lips on your skin.

He notices where your eyes go to and he looks back up at you, you're so close now and you smell good. He moves in slowly, his lips so close to yours.

With a smirk you pull away from him, “Let’s go dance” You say, finishing off your gin tonic you place the empty glass on the bar and leave some cash for the bartender.

You walk away from Charles, making your way to the dance floor area. It was relatively crowded and the music had gotten louder, almost to the point you couldn’t really hear anyone else.

Charles follows you closely looking at your body as he sees it sway with each move you make, the music drowning out everything else and all there is left is the sound of your breathing, and your heartbeat.

He gets close to you once again this time pressing his chest to your back, the heat between the both of you intense. His hands travel to your waist, guiding your hips against his.

You can feel his hard chest against you, his hands on your waist, a low groan leaves him as he guides your hips against his, moving in time with you, as you both move your bodies against each other.

“This is perfect,” he says softly in your ear. “It is..” You say, forgetting about Carlos, solely focused on Charles.

“How long have you wanted this?” he asks softly, his voice low, only you can hear it in the loud club.

“How long have you wanted me?” he adds, his voice sounding almost demanding.

“Tell me.”

“Months..” You whisper out, but that wasn’t the truth. You knew that this, between you and Charles, was just to get at Carlos.

But who’s to say you couldn’t have your fun with it? Charles is, after all, an attractive guy. And you had a soft spot for him. You knew you already had him wrapped around your pinky, just like Carlos. It was time for you to have your fun.

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kivedreams · 3 months

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CAN'T GET ENOUGH. knj.

pair. idol namjoon x f. reader.

genre. established relationship, long distance, have never said I love you.

warnings. +18, daddy kink, unprotected sex, power imbalance, rough sex, filthy sex, dirty talk, fingering, namjoon is really demanding, lil degradation.

synopsis; you’ve been waiting for me so patiently, I know, I’ll reward you, you little slut! or namjoon has 3 free days from the military service and he decides to enjoy them with you.

word count: 3.5k

A/N: I haven't write a fic in seven years, I hope this lives to the today's standards. kive

It was already sunset, everything felt quiet and lonely in the apartment, music had become a sad thing to play, so enjoying silence had become your main thing the last 3 months, since he had gone, as a foreigner you didn't fully comprehend the concept behind military service, in your country military had never been a big thing, consequences of being an small country that never seem to need it, so the moment that you realize that Namjoon actually had to enlist for around 2 years made a fissure in your heart, you really could not imagine how life was going to be for you, for both of you during that time, will your relationship be able to fight the distance? you had already been dating for over a year and everything felt like a fairytale, sneaking around, going to cafes in the countryside, hiding in your apartments, the sneaky kisses, grabbing hands under the table, and hiding your relationship from everyone else, because it was safer for both of you, it made things fun and exciting, but of course it was sad too, not being able to go around seoul’s streets holding hands, not being able to share pictures of you together, not being able to kiss him whenever you wanted and denying the obvious from everyone, that you were completely in love with Kim Nam Joon.

You knew that it was going to be the result after accepting that personal assistant job, but it was ok, the pay was amazing, the opportunities were amazing, you were going to be working side by side with someone you have already admired for years, so just keeping a lid in your feelings wasn't going to be a hard sacrifice, but two whole years being behind the smart, handsome, and talented men that namjoon was, proved to be way harder than you thought It'll be, of course you got drunk, of course you forgot with who you were with, and of course it ended up with you, namjoon, the empty hall in your building, and you shouting to the world that your boss was the most beautiful men that you have ever seen and of course that it would be a pleasure to have his children, you would have been honored to do so, and the last thing that you remember is namjoon’s laugh and then falling into the darkness.

Next morning, you woke up in your bed, completely tuck in, with you curls in a bonnet, not a single drop of makeup on and a dreadful headache, you felt so bad that you thought you might puke, water was a must, while you walked down to kitchen in your one bedroom studio apartment, that was perfect for you and your cats, nobody could've expected what your eyes saw.

Kim Nam Joon was sat in your living room reading one of the books that you picked up the last time you were in the bookstore, Kim Ji Young born 1982 by Choi Nam-Joo, the shock was visible in your eyes, you didn't know what to do or what to say, you wanted to just roll back to your room and hide there for the next 5 years, why was Namjoon in your living room reading on your brown chair one of your books and drinking coffee from that pretty pink mug you thrifted a while ago? he did not notice your presence until you cat, Komi walked over to you meowing and demanding to be feeded.

He lowered his gaze from the book to look at your completely shocked face. “Good morning Y/N, I knew you were going to sleep till late. I made coffee and breakfast, do you want some?” he said with a little smirk, that did not mean too much for you at the moment.

You were frozen by the idea of having Namjoon in your house, you've been dropped off with him a thousand times, but he had never come in. Once you realize you've been in complete silence for a minute since he asked, you remembered that you had to respond. “Y-yes, I do” you said with a low but strong voice. “Ok, sit down I'll get it for you” he said while standing up, you couldn't sit down without feeding your cats first, you used it as an excuse to go to the bathroom and see the state that you were, bonnet falling up to the side, your bare face that showed how much you drank last night, you quickly washed up your face and fixed the bonnet because it was going to be impossible to do more than that.

Walking with small steps to the kitchen, you said good morning as soon as you saw Namjoon, he smiled at you and said the same, offering you the same pink cup but full of fresh coffee. “How do you feel? Do you have any headaches? I ordered some hangover medicine for you” he said lifting a white bag with the nearest pharmacy logo printed all over it, you could feel the embarrassment in your whole body, grabbing the bag and looking thru its contents, you took the gold colored bottle that you new was going to get rid of any traces of the effect of alcohol in your system. He put a bowl full of rice next to you, making you realize the side dishes that were in the countertop, and while holding two bowls, one that looked it had kimchi on it and another with salted veggies on it Kim NamJoon said,

“So, you'll be honored to have my children?” in a laughing tone, and you knew it was over.

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That have been a whole year ago and it was still embarrassing for you, but somehow your feelings were not one sided, and thanks to that dumb slip off, you were there now in the apartment that you shared with the man of your dreams, it was lonely without him, but you were stress free and relaxed with your little demons, your cats, exactly what Namjoon wanted. When he suggested that it would be better for you to move in with him, the idea made you nervous but in the good way, moving together was an important step in your relationship. It made clear that Namjoon was taking the relationship as serious as you were, and honestly everything was better and easier.

You heard the door code and it spook you, because only you, Namjoon, the cleaning lady and maybe Jin had it, walking down the hallway to the door you were kind of scared, you knew it wasn't a thread because the security wouldn't let anybody come in, and the moment that the door opened you heart sank in surprised and happiness, there he was dressed in his military gear, carrying a small bag with his left hand, looking at you with those fiery eyes, you could not keep it to yourself so you left the scream out.

“Omg, omg omg! Nam!” you screamed while running close to him, he caught you up dropping his bag to the floor and lifting you closer, making it seem like there wasn't a height difference, and there it was that wood, forest scent that gave you peace, the scent of the man that had ingrained himself in your heart, it made you feel at home, you started kissing his whole face, while loading him with a million questions on the why and the how.

He let out a small laugh, walking with you on top to the entrance.

“They gave us three rest days'' he said, kissing you back, you feel his warm soft lips on top of yours, redirecting the kiss, your body touching the wall, while he slowly lets you on the floor wrapping his big hands around your waist.

“I missed you so much Y/N, in a desperate type of way” kiss “You look so beautiful, I'm so happy to see you” he whispered in your ear, kiss “How have my baby been?” he asked in that low musky voice that drove you crazy, you wrapped your hands around his neck, asking him to lift you to his face, and he did, as always.

“I have been missing you since day one, sleeping on your side of the bed, even though it doesn't smell like you anymore” you replied kissing him back with the same amount of passion and intensity “how are you babe?”

“Right now, I am marvelous, in front of heaven's doors you could say” he looked at you with those intense eyes, and that happy puppy face, letting you on the floor, moving to the bench at the entrance to remove the big black military boots that made him look even taller.

“I genuinely cannot believe that you're here, in front of me” you said sitting next to him.

“I am baby, here in front of you” he replied, kissing your forehead. “ and if it were for me I'll never leave”

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And there you were lying down, cuddling on the sofa, watching a random entertainment show that was on, both of you way to happy after making dinner together. You were trying to get even closer to him, even when your whole body was already on top of him, and he had you wrapped in his arms, it was never enough.

“Are you cold?” he asked, pulling you closer. You moved your body resting your face in his chest “No, I just want to be closer” you replied hugging him, he laughed, you feel the vibration of his body in yours. “It's never enough for you, is it?” he sat down carrying you up.

“You know it is not” you said sitting on top of him kissing his neck. He put his hands on your thighs, you know how much he loves them, you're sure that they are now bigger since you've put on some weight due to stress eating this few months, between being ‘jobless’ and without him, cooking had become your comfort zone; you feel the way he's grabbing you, more aggressively by the minute, you like it, like you always do.

He enjoys your body until you let a small moan slip next to his ears, you feel how his whole body tense up, Namjoon moves his mouth to your neck whispering “ You liked that?” in a deep voice, he was turned on, and you were too.

“Y-yes” you replied in a moan while he slid his hands through the short pajama pants that you should have not been wearing during winter.

His hands started to wander around your waist, pulling the white cardigan out of you, letting wet kisses all around your neck, one of his hands left you waist, grabbing one of your breast he started stroking it, making you let out another moan, he knew where all your bottoms where and he started pressing them on, you'll be lying if you don't admit how horny you have been this months without him, you wanted it so bad, so desperately, you need it. He stopped stroking your breast over the blouse that you had, to rip it from your body.

“I want to fuck you so hard Y/N, you’ve been waiting for me so patiently, I know, I’ll reward you, you little slut! ” He said passing his hand through your chest, he let a wet kiss on your neck and moved his mouth to your left breast placing his tongue on your nipple playing with it.

You let a moan out and heard a chuckle coming from his mouth, and then he started sucking on you tit while keeping one of his hands on your neck, there he was, he loved taking control of you, you could feel how his hand was holding you tightly, reminding you who you were from. He loved to know that he owns you, and that you gladly agree.

He freed your neck and started playing with your other tit, your head falling into his neck moaning his name, his thick long cock rising up in his joggers you could feel it brushing in your leg, it was making you lose your mind, Namjoon loved when you please him, and you loved to please him, your hand reached to the border of his pants, touching his hard erection through the fabric, he moaned.

“This is how happy I am to see you” he said standing up with you on top, his voice was deep and his eyes were filled with desire, he sat you down on the edge of the couch removing your shorts and panties together.

“I love how wet you are, tell me how much you want it” he said taking a step back to look at you, dripping wet, shining with sweat “I want to always see you like this, desperately waiting for me to eat you up, tell me Y/N, do you want it? call for it”

“Y-yes, Nam I want it!” you beg through desperate breaths, trying to catch your breath, to breathe at a normal pace.

“Wrong Y/N” he said loud and demanding “What's my name?” he walked up to you, taking both your hands, kneeling you down in front of the couch, resting you face in it, he put his big hand in the center of your back bending you down even more “I’m going to finger you until you remember what's my name, you whore!”

He slapped your cheek making you moan, his hands were moving around your whole body, like if he was tasting you, his right hand moved just to the top of you venus mount, opening you up with his long fingers, Namjoon started to play with your clitoris, making you moan and beg for his dick, but he wasn't going to give it to you, until you give him what he wanted.

“Daddy please!” you moaned, exactly what he wanted to hear.

“That's my baby, tell daddy what you want, and he’ll give it to you” he said in your ears, kissing your neck, his kisses moving down to your back, while he put a finger inside of you. “Is this what you want baby, talk to me” he said putting another finger inside.

“I want-t you inside, inside of me daddy”

“Who am I to deny your wishes” he said in a chuckle “ Stand up for me baby” he demanded so you did, his clothes were already on the floor, and when you stood up, you could see his dick in full bloom, he sat down on the couch making you sat on top of him, your back in his chest, you could feel how the military training had pay its fruits, he took your breasts in his hands, caressing your nipples “Look down honey, look how wet your pussy is, begging to be fucked”

All you could see was his dick touching you. You grabbed it with both hands pumping it up, seeing his shiny tip, desperate for it to be inside of you, the action well received with his moans and hard breathes.

“Damn baby, you never hesitate, c’mon put it inside of you! ” he teased.

You lifted up your body, him helping you with his hands now on your thighs, you used you hands to drive his long shiny cock to your entrance, feeling the tip inside of you, driving it slower, but of course Namjoon would not let you have that, he moved his hands making you whole body fall in his cock, it opening you up, the stretch hitting you up just where you need it, driving you crazy the way that you could feel it completely filling you up. He stayed there for a second waiting on you, making sure that you were ok.

“M-move, please move!” you beg in a whisper, he gave it to you.

Namjoon hugged your body, lifting you while moving himself up and down, you heard him moaning and panting, and that made you even more aroused, he was stretching you up, giving you what you wanted, his dick.

3 months without seeing him and getting his touch, how much you missed him

made you feel insane, but now he was here showing you that he was going insane too without your body close to him, it was joyful having you on top of him.

Namjoon started to touch your clit with two of his fingers, you were so wet for him, and he was enjoying it to the fullest, he could feel how close you were, he wasn't going to last longer either.

And suddenly he pulls out, making you moan in disbelief

“why?!” you screamed

“ I want to see your face when you come for me”

He turned you around, like a rag doll, you forgot how strong Namjoon was, especially when he wanted you in a specific place.

“C’mon sit on it” he said grabbing his dick, you did not hesitate, and sat on it immediately

“D-daddy!”

He kissed you, deeply,his tongue exploring your mouth, he grabbed your ass with both of his hands making the pace even more aggressive, you were about to cum, you felt it, breaking the kiss, feeling the lack of air and the heat in the room. Your moans louder by the second.

“Come for daddy baby, come” he whispered in your ears with his deep voice, and that was it his sucked your nipple while you came making you a mess of moans and deep breaths, orgasm hitted you high, and you could feel him still using your body to get to his own climax.

“I'm coming inside baby” his voice even deeper, and you wanted it.

“Yes daddy, cum inside of me” you moaned for him.

His thick load filling you up, the warmth of his cum heating you up from inside, his moans drive you crazy making you cum again with him, a mix of moans and hard breaths, inhale, exhale, fill the room, you fell on top of him trying to catch your breath.

“That was intense, I am out of words” you whispered hugging him

“Indeed” he said, caressing your lower back. “ I love you Y/N”

He stand up with on top, wearing a shocked expression on your face it was the first time he ever said it, it caught you by surprise, Namjoon trust issues were as clear as the day, so he never fully open up about his feelings, and you let him, you understood that it would take time, for him to be completely open to you, it was ok you were there for him and that was the best way to prove him that he could trust you with his feelings, him saying I love you market a new path in you relationship.

Before you could realize it, you were already in the bathroom Namjoon, pulling out of you letting you slowly on the floor. The mess between your legs demanded to be cleaned, he kissed your shoulder and said “ Want to take a bath?” you nod, still in disbelief of what has happened.

Namjoon prepared the bath for the both of you, using the bath salts that you loved, you were still there standing up in front of the mirror, seeing him move through it, making sure the water was warm enough lighting up the candles, he got close to you hugging you from the back “Lets rinse up first, ok?” you felt the doubt in his voice, the nervousness in his system, you could only nod. He moved you to the shower, tying up your hair in a bun, he knew wetting your hair at this time meant a test, you feel the water going in your skin, the warmth felt good.

“Ok, you're clean baby, come” he said, driving you out of the water to the bath.

You could see the stars through the windows of the bathroom, there you were resting on his chest, hearing his calm breath, feeling his hands on your ways, the bubbles covering your bodies,the burning smell of the candles, and the warmth embracing both of you.

“Nam” you said in a whisper.

“Yes babe” he said, taking your hand.

“I love you too”

You heard him exhale deeply, meaning relief, “I was scared, though I said it too soon” he said, moving your body so you could face him.

“I wasn't expecting it so I got surprised, sorry”

“Nothing to be sorry for babe” he said, giving you a kiss, it was sweet and soft, he was telling you how much he loved you. You broke the kiss.

“Can you say it again? I want to hear it more” you said smiling, your body could not keep the amount of happiness going through your body.

“I love you Y/N” he whispered, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer for a kiss, and there you knew he was going to make love to you again, because it was never enough with you two.

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with love kive <3

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kpopcafeeee · 6 months

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Taste you later- bangchan

Pairing: vampire bangchan x fem! Reader

Genre: smut, strangers to lovers kinda, vampire x reader

Warnings: vampire bangchan, biting, mentioning of blood, size kink, kissing, drinking blood, smut, oral (f receiving), head, choking, begging, passionate sex at a little at first but then rough, a lot I can’t explain fr

Summary: your date cancelled on you so you sat alone in a bar all alone until a strange man but not so strange man came in and sat directly beside you.

A/N: sorry it took a long time to post I have been busy but I’m still gonna post stories you guys this better blow up or else jk but I’ve been wanting to make a story about big daddy bangchan (IM SORRY) with size kink 🤔

“Hey are you coming” you say with a questioned tone “I’m sorry I’ll be there in a while” your date said and so You waited and waited and…waited. your all alone in a bar cause your date cancelled on you at the last minute and your too sad right Now and decided to have a drink before leaving.

The bar felt a little strange like someone was watching you from afar but you shook it off and decided to drink some more before leaving a strange man walked up to the bar and sat there he didn’t order anything at all but when he did all he did was a snap of his fingers and the bartender brung him a red liquid drink like he was the owner of the bar or something but when you were about to stand up and leave there was something making you stay it was a strange feeling like you couldn’t move you tried shaking it off like you did the first time but this time it was more stronger then it just stopped

When you headed out the bar their were a few people outside probably waiting for their car or something you had the guy that canceled on you called you a Uber get home cause of how guilty he felt about making you come out and he wasn’t even there he told that the Uber would be on the other side of the bar and that you would just have walk the backside of the bar but first you had to walk through a alley way to get there when you walked into the alley it felt like someone was there following you and when you turned around for a few seconds you saw a figure it was a muscular and in shape figure until it just disappeared into the dark you thought it was just some weirdo that was trying to do something weird or some crack head (sorry don’t do crack btw!) but you brushed it off then u made it to your Uber and got home.

You were so tired that all you wanted to do was take a shower and go to sleep and as soon as you got home you went straight to the bath to wash away the feeling that someone was watching you you then got out of the shower and went straight to your bed after putting some clothes on and as soon as you got into the bed you tried to go to sleep but all you did was twist and turn in your bed until you were completely comfortable and could sleep.

When you looked in the corner of your room you saw that same figure that you saw in the alley way and just right when you were about to scream your lungs out and call the police he disappeared an reappeared at the end of your bed and placed his index finger on his lips to make you be quiet he looked just alike the guy from the bar that gave you a strange feeling but why would you be having a dream about a stranger that you don’t even know at all until he snapped you out of thoughts by rubbing your lower leg and looking up at you you don’t know why and how but this man made you aroused you were confused and it didn’t feel real at all he then started to crawl up to you to close the distance between you two and after a few seconds he kissed you you didn’t know what kinky Shit this was but it was getting good(SORRY) and you caught off guard by him kissing you so that made it easier to slip his tongue in your mouth and play with yours after a few minutes he gave you a break from the make out and started to leave soft wet kisses down your neck until he was stopped by your shirt and then a snap of his fingers the room and the vibe changed it wasn’t even your room anymore it was some big room with a big bed “w-what is this” you said “don’t worry princess I’ll taste later but right now enjoy what I’m giving you” he said while take your shirt off you and leaving you shirtless you didn’t have nothing under that shirt you was wear except you underwear and bra so it was easy.

He then started back to kissing down your stomach until he stops over your cunt his hot breath hitting your cunt make you more wetter and desperate he then practically ripped off your panties making you squeal in surprise “sorry but I had to baby” he said looking up at you with a mischievous smirk on his then headed back to what he was doing he then stoped in front of your heat “such a pretty cunt” he said licking his lips he then wrapped your legs around his should and started to eat you out like a starved man his nose hitting your clit every time strings of moans came out of your mouth then you gripped his hair for the sake of your life and started to ride against his face and gripping his hair for dear life making him groan “cum for me” said while looking up at you and after a few seconds you cumed against his tongue you rode your high off on his tongue.

he then wrapped your legs around his waist and all he had on now were only his briefs he then pulled them down until his cock can get some air, his cock slapping his abdomen he was big with a red tip that look like it was about to burst with a little curve at the end “I-I don’t think it will fit” you say wondering how the hell will he fit down there “I’ll make it fit princess” he said and with That he lined his tip with your wet cunt and sticked it in slowly to make sure you ok and when he balls deep in you he bottomed out and groaned “s-shit” he said he then went slowly to test the waters and see if you were ok “p-pleas go faster” you said half in a whimper “whatever you want princess” he said and with that he went faster and faster until he hit your g spot and that made you moan louder he then started to bite and suck at your neck to cover his groans leaving bite marks and marks on your neck that you knew were probably gonna be there for a week or two “f-fuck” you say when he hits your g spot again you claw at his back “cum on my cock princess” he then put his free hand that wasn’t holding him up from falling on your your throat making your airway closed just by him saying that and doing that make you wetter “f-fuck” you say in a whimper and that was your second orgasm of tonight

and after inhuman pace he cummed inside of you painting your walls some of his cum leaking out of your still tight cunt “sorry princess” he said with beads of sweat on his making his hair stick to his forehead he then gave you one last kiss.

When you woke up you were still in your bedroom and not with him you thought you were going crazy at first and thought it was just a dream until you felt something wet and sticky in your underwear you looked to what it was and it was cum and a huge amount you and you got up to check anything else with wrong and when you looked in the mirror there was bite marks all over body.

Maybe it wasn’t a dream maybe it was but you promised you would find that guy

The End

Sorry if it didn’t make no damn sense at all but it’s thought that counts People!!!!😏😌 but prob will be a part two tell if you want one and I will but byeeee

By:kpopcafeeee

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yxami · 1 year

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Cupid yandere idea muahahahah and yes I did name him Eros because I could not let that perfect chance get away

Description: Cupid yandere, obsessive/possessive controlling themes in the yandere, gen neutral reader, just an introduction basically but I’m like so excited to write about him he’s so cute am I really fangirling over my own oc LMAOO

You walked in the empty park that was located near the restaurant you had just left. Another failed date… great. This was probably the 6th date you’ve been on that has gone nowhere. It can’t be you that’s wrong, right? You were normal and used polite manners and even got comfortable with your dates but not a single one contacted you afterwards.

You sat down on the wooden bench and rubbed your hands trying to get warmer. It was freezing for a sunny day, but now it’s cold and cloudy. The weather coincidentally matched your mood, gloomy and sad. You kept wondering what could’ve made the potential suitors run off without a text.

Were you cursed? Was something stopping you from being in love? Maybe some evil force that hated you.

“If there’s a god out there that’s controlling my love life!” You loudly said as if that god could hear your frustrated words.

“I fucking hate you!” You yelled higher in volume.

Of course, nobody answered your words laced with annoyance and loneliness. Nobody was nearby to hear them either so luckily you didn’t look like a total weirdo. You sighed taking your phone out of your back pocket and began scrolling through it. Blissfully unaware of the godly presence in front of you.

“Do they actually hate me?” Eros whimpered quietly, fiddling with his fingers while he stared you down. His wings drooped down, matching his sad mood from his human saying they hate him. His halo even dimmed, which was rare for a Cupid!

“Those people just didn’t seem right for you! All of them were weirdos and didn’t deserve your love!” He sighed looking straight at you, wondering if he should break rules and reveal himself. He knew you couldn’t hear his words but he still expressed them.

“I’ll find you someone soon enough, just be patient my love” He sat next to the empty spot that you left open. It was almost like you knew he was there and gave him that spot. Or he was just being delusional again

“Maybe if I just continue trying it’ll work, maybe they just found someone else. Yeah, thats probably why!” You murmured to yourself trying to save your faltering ego from the failed dates. You tried convincing yourself it was just a sign they weren’t the one and that’s why.

“Noo! Just stop going on that stupid app, just wait for me to bring you the right person!” He let out a groan, very disappointed in his human for being so stupidly insistent on something that would not work in the end. How many times would he have to shove suitors away from you?

Maybe he should delete the app off your phone while you slept tonight, or get you banned somehow so you could never create an account on the app ever.

“Maybe Cupid hates me, am I gonna have to chase his fucking arrows or something?” Your phone clicked shut and you slid it in your back pocket.

“I love you! I don’t hate you! I’ll shoot you with one of my arrows when I know they’re the one for you. His hands waved in a panic that you even suggested that he hates you. He loves you with all his heart and more! It was likely that he was the only cupid with such a strong obsession with their human.

All cupids had their designated human to guide throughout life, dealing with their love life and general pursuits of happiness. Cupids would begin interfering with their humans when they became the ripe age for love and then cared for them until they passed.

You were at that age where you wanted to find someone or something to distract you from your busy work life and it was stressing your Cupid out more than you!

You looked out seeing how the sun was setting and decided to start walking home. You didn’t want to be out so late, you had to go and eat dinner since that date of yours hardly lasted to even eat food.

You weren’t going to get over the fact you had so many failed attempts, it bruised your ego so bad.

Eros could see your hurt face and his heart ached to give you some relief, but how would he? He didn’t want you to get a partner! He wanted to be selfish and guide you to be his mate. His designated lover that stays with him forever. Wouldn’t you love that?

Once you got home you kicked your shoes off and groggily walked towards your kitchen. You rummaged through cabinets to try and find something to eat.

He was biting his lip, trying to gather his thoughts about whether to show himself or not. Would you allow him to talk? Or would you call the police and say that a guy with wings and a halo was in your kitchen telling you he was your Cupid. Eros decided he would do it! Who cares? He would just explain the whole thing.

You heard a soft sound of wings fluttering and a gust of wind hit you. You shivered thinking a window was open and quickly turned around to go shut it. Instead of seeing that open window, you saw a breath-taking man stand in the middle of your kitchen.

His wings flapped nervously under your stare and he instinctively fiddled with his fingers trying to muster up the courage to speak in-front of the human that he’s always obessed over. He couldn’t speak, his throat caught all the words he thought of saying.

You observed the tall man that nervously stood, saying nothing. He was very attractive and his brown hair was neatly groomed. There was a golden yellow halo that rested in the air above his head.

He had hazel eyes that were fixated on you. They looked entranced by you but that didn’t distract you from what was connected to his back. He had large white feathery wings that were soft and bright. His wings hinted that they would flicker when he was nervous.

“What the hell” You shortly said after a long silence.

“H-hello! My name is Eros, I’m your designated Cupid.” He stopped fiddling with his fingers and inhaled to try and receive confidence to speak with this silly little human that he was infatuated with.

“Get the fuck out of my house!” You finally came to your senses and started to scramble away and threw anything that was on the counter which was a glass mug that he dodged. Glass was shattered as he caught it and put it on your kitchen table.

“Hey! Hey! Calm down human” He put both of his hands up noticing how scared you were. You looked like a poor frightened feral cat!

“Get out!!!” You threw more little things at him and he quickly noticed you were not calmed by his words. Despite your greatest efforts he caught up to you and grabbed the thing that was next in line to hit him.

“Calm down my little human, let me explain everything” Eros managed to pin you against your kitchen wall and you squirmed under his strong grasp. After getting the obvious fact that he was stronger, you stopped fighting back.

“Alright” You blew your hair out of your face and sighed finally deciding to listen to his words.

“I am your Cupid! Every human gets their own Cupid that decides things for their humans well-being. My name is Eros and I’ve noticed you’ve been a little frustrated about your love life so I came to help you personally!” His wings folded and rested on his back while he kept his now less tight grip against your wrists that were still pinned against the cabinet.

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and hot under his close proximity. The both of you were sat on the floor after he confined you with his body. He was almost pressed against you and your face was completely red.

You nodded along his words trying to compose yourself, which was hard against a beauty that was so close to you. You honestly hated the fact his face made your stomach feel strange. Your stomach walls clenched around nothing and it felt empty.

“So! Are you good now, my love?” He brought his hand up to your face and twirled a strand of your hair. He loved how soft it felt, he wondered if you’d let him continue.

“Yeah…” You murmured, still embarrassed that he was so close.

“Good! Let’s start talking about everything!” Eros excitedly stopped pinning you and helped you up rather easily as if you were a plush doll with no weight. His wings flicked in happiness that you were now cooperating.

The two of you went to your living room and he was eager to start talking about your love life. He was sat close and acted as if you were his lover! You could feel his wings wrap around you as they brought you closer to him.

“Is this what you do with all your clients?” You tried laughing your nervousness off. You were sat in-front of him and both of you sat with your legs crossed, facing each other.

“You’re my only client right now! And no, with the other ones I’ve had, I don’t treat them the way I do with you!” He grinned. “It’s a good thing though! You’re special to me!”

“So.. are you the reason all my dates have failed? I’ve been really frustrated about it and I didn’t realize someone was behind it” You looked up at Eros instead of looking at your hands.

“Yeah! And I’m sorry about it, I know it might seem mean but it’s because I believed it was in your best interest that you didn’t continue your interactions with them. All your date’s cupids also agreed!” Eros was lying straight through his teeth. He knew none of the Cupids that he interacted with agreed, but he still managed to convince them that there was another person for their clients.

He wanted you to himself! Why couldn’t a Cupid have a human lover of their own? He knew it wasn’t ideal for a Cupid to be with a client of theirs but who cares? Love is love and if a Cupid wanted to be with a human then it should be allowed!

You noticed a certain glint in your Cupids eyes, he looked lost in thought about something. He likely didn’t hear what you said. You tapped his knee trying to get his attention and his pretty white wings puffed up in a flustered manner.

“Sorry! I was lost in thought. What did you say?” He was now attentively looking at you. His hazel eyes wouldn’t leave your eyes for a moment with his mind refocused on you.

“It’s okay, i was just asking if you could tell me about my future love life? Or is that against like Cupid rules or something?” You were curious about the Cupid who could basically do anything to your future.

“Hmm, I think.. I should leave it as a surprise. I don’t want to spoil the present for you!” Eros couldn’t help but giggle happily.

“Okay, if you think it’s a good thing then I don’t mind not knowing” You smiled.

“Trust me! It’s the best surprise you could ever even dream about” He got giddy thinking about it. Obviously, you were not aware of the prize. But the prize was him! Your Cupid was going to be your lover forever and ever!

“Thanks for taking care of my love life and stuff, I know it’s like your job but I appreciate it” You tried to not mumble your words together but it was a little embarrassing to thank a stranger who’s been in control of your life since likely birth.

“No problem! I love you so much! I’ll always take care of you and your well-being” Eros leaned towards you and hugged you. You felt his body fit yours like a very intricate puzzle that was solved. His wings embraced you, wrapped around your back. You felt his soft wings against the thin fabric you wore and his body shared its warmth in the hug he gave with yours.

A very tight warm hug. A hug that likely sealed your fate of being stuck in an endless loop with this Cupid that would likely never go away! Eros was so happy you had accepted it! Now you’d be mates, and love each other for all of eternity.

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hqbaby · 8 months

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twenty — more than

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 1.5k content. swearing, mentions of sex

Suna doesn’t know where the time went. One moment, he seems to have you in the palm of his hand, the next, he barely sees you at all. You’re just gone from his life, gone in the way that matters most.

It’s been two months since you and Atsumu started dating officially. He doesn’t talk to you anymore and he avoids the subject as much as he can around Atsumu, but from what he can tell, the two of you are doing great. You’re happy together, perfect even. Atsumu’s exactly what you need.

And that makes him feel terrible.

“Rin,” the girl in his bed calls, “are you okay?”

He looks up from the corner he’s decided to sit in and shrugs at her. “Dunno.”

This probably looks really bad. He’s just spent the last two hours fucking her and now he can’t even go near her. At least he’s managed to remember her name. Ayame. He never calls her that when he comes though. He just can’t.

“Do you want me to leave?” she asks.

He shakes his head. “It’s okay,” he says. “You can take the bed, I’ll stay on the couch.”

“You don’t need to do that—”

“It’s fine. I don’t really sleep in my bed anymore.”

Ayame looks at him sadly. She pities him, he knows she does. At this point, everyone knows that you and Atsumu are together. When the basketball team found out, it became a whole thing that ended with the entire campus basically getting a PSA that you are off-limits now.

She shifts a little. “Can I ask you a question?”

He nods at her weakly. “Sure.”

“Do you love her?”

Suna feels that burning in his chest again. It happens every time someone mentions you, every time he thinks about you, every time he sees your yellow Winnie the Pooh toothbrush beside his (he can’t bring himself to get rid of it).

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “If it isn’t love, I don’t know what it is.”

Ayame offers him a sad smile. “At least you know what love is,” she tells him. “Not a lot of people actually get to experience it. They think they do, but they don’t. At least you know it’s real.”

He chuckles bitterly. “What good is that?”

She sighs. “I don’t know,” she tells him. “But it’s something, right?”

“I can come with ya,” Atsumu offers, placing a bag of detergent in the cart. “Ya can tell ‘em I’m yer assistant or somethin’.”

You grab a bottle of fabric softener and tick it off your list. “My parents aren’t going to believe I have an assistant.”

“And why not? Ya can rule the whole world at this point.”

“‘Tsumu…”

“Y/N…”

You crane your neck and peck his jaw. “I would take you, I really would,” you tell him, turning back to your list. “But my whole family’s gonna be there. I don’t want the first time you meet my parents to be the same day you get harassed to death by my aunts.”

“They’d love me!” he insists.

“I’m not saying they wouldn’t,” you tell him. “I’m just saying that my family is crazy and I don’t wanna drag you down with me.”

He whines. “But how am I gonna survive without ya?”

“It’s three days!”

“That’s a lot of days!”

You groan. “If you stop complaining, I’ll take you to that new sushi place when I get back.”

He furrows his brows. “The one with the good tuna?”

“The one with the good tuna.”

Suddenly all smiles, Atsumu plants a wet kiss on your cheek as he hums the intro to that one anime he’s been obsessed with. “I have the best girlfriend in the world.”

You push the cart to the next aisle as he skips ahead of you. “You’re impossible.”

“I know! And ya still put up with me! Best girlfriend, I’m tellin’ ya.”

You roll your eyes and smile, the two of you working together to get the rest of the groceries you need.

The past two months have been the most interesting time. At first, it was a bit of an adjustment having an actual boyfriend. You went out with guys before but you never really stuck around long enough to find out what being with someone was like. It took you a while to even wrap your head around the word.

Boyfriend.

It just seemed so official. So real.

You don’t think you ever had anything real before.

But there was something about Atsumu that just made the whole thing feel natural. The two of you fell into place perfectly, finding your roles in the relationship together and figuring it out along the way.

One thing you always liked about Atsumu was his honesty. The way you always knew that what you saw was what you got. That part of him helped a lot when the two of you needed to make things clear with each other. You never felt like he was hiding what he thought or felt. What you saw was what you got.

The worst fight you had so far had to do with volleyball. You’d expected that.

Oikawa was right when he said Atsumu was extremely anal about the sport, he would stop at nothing to get things exactly right.

He had forgotten to pick you up one afternoon and, with the rain and the flooding near your residence hall, you ended up stuck in the cafeteria until late. When the two of you finally sat down to talk about it, he acted all self-righteous, saying that he was practicing and how could he have known it was going to rain?

“Ya knew I was gonna be busy!” he said, stomping around the living room. “Ya can’t just expect me to drop everythin’ for ya!”

You put your head in your hands and let out a frustrated sigh. “For fuck’s sake, Atsumu, do I not matter to you at all?”

That seemed to change something in his mind. Like it all clicked. Like he realized that he was being stupid. Of course you matter to him. He’s pretty sure you’re the only thing that does.

The two of you never had the same argument again.

He isn’t perfect, but he sees you for who you are to him. He knows your worth and he knows he never wants to lose you, nothing would be worth as much as you.

Life has worked out for the two of you. And you’ve worked out for each other. You have to admit you could get used to this feeling—this happiness, this warmth, this security—maybe you already have.

“Why don’t you throw a party?” you ask, sticking a lollipop into your mouth as he loads the groceries into his car.

Atsumu makes a face. “But why?”

“Oh, come on,” you say, “you haven’t thrown one in so long.”

“Yeah because hostin’ parties sucks ass.”

“I bet it’s not that bad.”

“Ya just say that ‘cause yer a partygoer, not a party-thrower.”

You pull the lollipop out of your mouth and jump into the passenger seat. “Alright, fine,” you say as he gets in the driver’s seat. “What about just a little night in with the team? You guys haven’t drank together in a while.”

“I don’t like drinking,” he reminds you. “Messes with my system.”

“You can party without drinking.”

“Why do ya want me to have a party so bad?”

“I don’t really want you to have a party,” you tell him. “I just think you spend a lot of time with me and… I don’t know, I kinda feel guilty that you don’t get to do that many things on your own anymore.”

He laughs at that. “I like spendin’ time with ya. Yer so much better than the team.”

“But still.”

“I get it.” He nods. “Yeah, maybe I’ll invite the boys over. It’ll be good for them. Omi especially.”

“You know, I’m always worried he’s gonna steal you away from me.”

Atsumu chokes on his own spit. “Why would ya say that?”

You shrug, a teasing smirk on your lips. “I mean, you talk about him a lot. You know what his dick looks like. Oh! And you have that weird obsession with his—”

He pulls your face to his as the car stops at a red light, kissing you to both shut you up and remind you that there’s no one else in the world that can make him feel this way.

It’s always you.

It’s always going to be you.

“—his vinyl collection,” you finish your sentence as soon as he pulls away.

He pecks your lips one last time, shaking his head with a smile as he starts driving again. “Yer impossible, woman.”

“Ugh, I know right? Maybe you should buy me that cake I like.”

Atsumu shakes his head, chuckling. “Impossible.”

“You love it though.”

“Do I?”

You nod, connecting your phone to the car’s speakers and putting your playlist on. “‘Course you do.”

He glances over at you and finds you grinning at him, all bright and cheery. “Guess I do,” he says, reaching over to put a hand on your thigh. “Probably love it more than I should.”

notes. soooooooooo are we ready to party or what?????

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fushironi · 9 months

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Okay scratch my itch 🥺👉👈

I don’t feel like working so can we imagine coworker Toji fucking his work crush like an animal in the supply closet 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ maybe her date hits her up and cancels (again) so she feels unattractive and he decides to remind her just how attracted he is towards her 😩 (she thought he was kidding before)

Okay, okay, so we’re going THIS route😏

If this sucks, I am sorry 😢 This is my first ask soooo yes. I love you! 💕

Tw: mndi, cursing, use of pet names, a little bit of self-hatred, sex in a closet, oral(m!receiving), fingering, edging, spit kink, Toji forcing you to eat because he cares,

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“Seriously, again?” your voice was just loud enough for you and anyone else that was close to hear as you read the message on your screen. Your date had cancelled on you again, and you couldn’t help but feel defeated, upset, and unattractive. You weren’t always the nicest to yourself when it came to your looks, but you had woken up feeling good about yourself- not so much anymore.

You let out a small sigh, shoving your phone back into the pocket of your jacket that hung on the back of your chair. You had worn something nice to work as you would be leaving right after; a black pencil skirt that hugs your curves in all the right places, a red blouse that fits just a little snug at the top, and some black pumps-the perfect feel good outfit.

“What’s the matter?” A familiar deep voice rings in your ear, causing you to snap out of your thoughts. You smile as you look up to your handsome coworker Toji, the expression on his face reading concern.

“Nothing. My date just cancelled on me and I-” “Isn’t that the fourth time this month?” Toji interjects, his eyebrow raising. “Yea, but it’s okay..” your voice trails off as you look at your feet, not wanting to make eye contact. Toji shifted on his feet, not really knowing what to do. He has always had a thing for you ever since you started working at the company, but you already had someone you were “seeing” so he didn’t advance. On the other hand, he could always tell when something was bothering you when it came to anything really, but especially this date of yours. Always flaking on you and making you sad.

“You look great, but the way.” Toji says after a few moments, trying to break the silence. “Eh. I guess.” You reply as you shrug your shoulders, going back to the file on your desk. Toji frowns at your response, hating that you didn’t see what he saw. “Want to get lunch with me? My treat.” He was trying to get you to look back at him, to show that beautiful smile he adored. You let out a sigh, rubbing your temples.

“Thanks,but I’m good, Toji. Besides, there are prettier girls than me that you can take to lunch. I’ll just embarrass you just by being there.” Your words stabbed him like a knife. Why would you say that? Is that how that scumbag makes you feel about yourself? “Y/N, please I just-” “I have to get back to work. Thanks for the offer, I’m okay.” You give him a tight lipped smile, trying to convince him to leave. Every bit of you wanted to say yes, hell-who wouldn’t say yes to a man like him-but you just weren’t feeling it. You felt ugly and a little on the heavier side (more than normal) and didn’t want the hottest man in the building being seen with someone as lowly as yourself. You shouldn’t talk about yourself the way you do, but you don’t know how to feel any other way at the moment.

As your lunch hour rolls around, you continue to work as you keep your mind busy. It was harder than normal when you can feel-and hear- your empty stomach, but again, you didn’t bother. You sigh as you dig through your desk drawer, trying to find something to satiate the feeling in your stomach. You come across some chips, shrugging your shoulders as you take them out. Something is better than nothing, so you happily munch on the not-so-filling snack. Your jolted out of your thoughts as you hear a cough come off from the side. You look up to see Toji sitting on the edge of your desk. “Here.” His voice was strained as he handed you a bento box, your eyes floating between him and the food. “I’m okay. Th-” “Take it, little girl,” his voice left no room for arguing as he spoke. You discreetly pull your thighs together at his words and take the box. Has he always had that affect on you? If he had, you never really paid attention until now.

“Th-thanks.” You stutter as you clear your throat. You shouldn’t being getting hot and bothered by your coworker, considering you were actively seeing someone-if you can even call it that. He lets out a grunt as he pushes off your desk, satisfied that you accepted the food. Toji usually wasn’t pushy with stuff like this, but it was different for you and he didn’t know why.

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“See you Monday!” You call out to your coworkers as they leave the building, the work day finally over. You were still working away, not really having anything to rush off to. Your cat ca essentially take care of itself. You get a few emails typed up and sent before getting up to go pull another file. “You’re still here?” Toji’s voice startles you as you make your way back to your desk. You place a hand over your chest to steady your heartbeat, not expecting anyone to be here. “Yeah. I am. My date bailed so here I am. Now if you’ll excuse me, I would like to get back to work and not have to curse you with my looks any longer.” Your words came out harsh, probably more than they should have. You try to push passed his large frame, but he wasn’t having it.

“Come’ere.” He growls as he forcefully grabs your hand, pulling you into the supply closet. Before you have a chance to protest, your back is pushed against the wooden door and your lips are trapped in a hot and heavy kiss. You feel your body move on its own as you melt into his frame, your fingers going to grab at the nape of his neck. His lips, although scared, feel like clouds against your own, his hands holding your hips firmly against his. After what feels like forever, you two break away, a string of saliva the only thing connecting you.

“I’m sick of that scumbag treating you like shit and making you feel anything less than beautiful. So, I’m going to show you.” Toji grins, his voice low as he spoke. You didn’t have much time to protest before his lips capture your neck, causing soft moans to ripple through you. He quickly discards your shirt and bra, a low growl leaving his lips as he starts to suck on your nipple. Your hands find his hair once more as you tug slightly, the feeling of his lips on your skin making you dizzy. You feel Toji tugging at your skirt, silently cursing when it doesn’t pull down. “Here. Let me help,” you breathe as you reach behind and unzip the tight fabric. You felt exposed standing there in front of him, trying to hide your body.

“I want to see you. You’re beautiful and for those who think otherwise, fuck them.” Toji purrs as he presses his lips back to yours. He lifts you with ease as he settles you on his hips, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Off,” you mumble against his kiss as you tug at his button down that was way too tight for his muscular body. He smirks as he takes off the thin fabric, a low groan falling from your lips as you bask at the beauty that is your coworker. “Like what you see?” Toji held a smug look on his face as he loomed over your form, simply nodding ‘yes’. You’re sure he’s just a beautiful beneath the belt and you didn’t waste much time trying to figure it out. You have him set you on the ground as you drop to your knees, pulling down his pants as you go.

He was much bigger than you thought and you felt your core grow wetter the more you examined his length. He was thick, long, and girthy. The veins standing out perfectly along his shaft. “It’s all yours. Take it,” Toji purrs as he pets your cheek, encouraging you to make a move. You do so without hesitation, licking the swollen mushroom tip. The precum that sat there was salty, but slightly sweet all in the same note. You tease his tip with your tongue, watching him squirm above you. You could tell he was trying to keep from fucking your face right then and there, not wanting to ruin your pretty makeup-not yet. You give in and slowly take him down your throat, a long and breathy moan falling fro his lips at the feeling. “Ahhh, that’s right. Such a good girl,” Toji praises as you start to bob your head, stroking what can’t fit in your mouth. You begin to build up confidence as you watch the beast of a man above you become like puddy in your hands all thanks to your warm mouth. You were the type of girl who got horny from giving head, so you wanted to make sure to treat him right.

You push Toji deeper down your throat, earning an audible growl from him. This made your pussy throb as you began to deep throat him, gagging every so often as he bucked his hips. “Fuck it,” he groans as he grabs a fistful of hair, beginning his assault on your face. You happily let him take over, batting your eyelashes up at him as you keep eye contact. “Fuck me you look beautiful right now. My cock destroying that pretty little mouth of yours. So willing to drop to her knees for me,” His words have your head spinning and pussy throbbing and he fucks your face faster and harder, your mascara starting to run. Your hand travels between your thighs as you desperately try to relive some of the throbbing, only to have Toji forcefully jerk you from his cock. “Don’t even think about it. That’s my job,” he growls, a smirk evident on his face. You nod sheepishly, your face hot and wet from all of the spit that trickled from your lips. “Good girl. Now open,” he orders, your tongue shooting out from your mouth. You let a man escape your lips as you feel his spit it your tongue, your body instinctively swallowing. “So fucking hot,” he purrs as he taps his dick against your lips, your mouth willingly opening.

Toji could get drunk off the feeling of his dick in your warm mouth, especially with the way you take his length with such ease. You definitely knew what you were doing, relaxing your tongue flat against the underside of his cock as he rocked his hips into your face. “Such a pretty girl” he groans as he holds you down at the base of his shaft, watching as you swallow around him instinctively. “Good girl,” he breathes as he pulls you off for air, standing you up by your hair. You were a mess, but a beautiful one. He made note to see you like this more often, not wanting anyone else to make you this way. You let out a whine as his lips find yours once more, his fingers sliding over your sensitive numb. You were coating his fingers in slick easily, the previous actions getting you wound up. He dips his long digits inside of you, eliciting a moan from your pretty little lips. “Fuucck,” you breathe, your fingers digging into his biceps . Toji just smirks as he adds another finger, stretching your walls in order to take him properly. He didn’t want to damage his little toy, now does he?

His fingers expertly work your insides and your clit, changing pace every so often. Moans fill the small space as you rock your hips against his hand, trying to chase your own high. “Want you to fuck me, Toji.” You whine, wanting more than just his hands to get you off. Toji lets out a dark chuckle as he continue to work your pussy like a pro, small moans leaving your lips. “Oh yeah? Think you can handle it?” His voice was cocky as he worked his fingers faster inside your, your body reacting to his touch a he found that special spot that can have you falling over in seconds. “Bingo.” He smirks to himself as he abuses your gspot with his fingers, wanting to watch you lose yourself. The little whimpers and whines that fall from you are like music to his ears, his thumb circling your clit. You buck your hips at the added stimulation, your nails digging further into his skin. You let out a constant string of moans as you feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter, your walls clenching around his fingers. “So close Toji,” you purr in his ear, your head falling forward to rest on his shoulder.

“Not so fast.” He breathed as he yanked his fingers from your center, a gasp falling from your lips at the emptiness. You watch as he tastes your slick off his fingers, a moan falling from your lips at the sight. “Tastes so good baby. Wanna try?” Toji smirks as he looks over your face. You nod your head eagerly as you wrap your lips around his finger, sucking on it gently. You moan around his thick digit at the taste of yourself, your eyes never leaving his. “Such a dirty little whore,” his words shot straight to your pussy, loving how he talks to you in such a filthy yet endearing way. “Does the little girl want my cock? Hm?” You nod your head as his lips find your neck once more, his teeth all but breaking the skin. You let out a string of moans as he assaults your neck, already feeling the bruising surface. “Jump.” He orders, his hands finding your waist as you do so. You whimper as the tip of his cock brushes your clit ever so slightly at the action, Toji chuckling in response.

“You’re so beautiful to me and I want to show you, okay?” His voice was softer now as he looked into your eyes, rubbing the tip of his cock over your folds. You smile and nod your head, pressing your lips together as he slowly sinks you down on his cock. You try to break away to let out a small scream, but Toji holds you firm against his lips, swallowing the sound. The stretch was a blissful pain, the burning of it all just making you dizzy. You take a breath as you both pull away, Toji’s eyes scanning your face. Once he could tell you were okay, he slowly works his hips, thrusting into you slow and hard. “Fuck, right there.” You breathe as he finds that sweet spot of yours. Toji smirks as he picks up the pace, watching your head lull backwards against the door as he bounces you on his cock. You brain became hazy as his thick cock worked its way inside you, pressing your cervix with each thrust.

“Such a pretty little pussy. Taking my cock like a champ.” his words make your head spin and your pussy clench as he continues Toji assault you in the most beautiful way. His lips find your breasts again, beginning another assault there. They were beautiful to him, bouncing ever so slightly as you moved on his cock. His lips find your nipples, going back and forth as he sucked on the little nubs. You gasps as you feel Toji go deeper as he raises your leg, opening you wider. “Feel good, princess?” He smirks as he picks up speed, never once letting his eyes leave your face. All you could do is nod as your nails rake down his arm, the new angle allowing him to hit your a-spot. “Fu-fuck Toji, feels s’good.” You moan as you find his lips once more, wanting to taste him on your tongue. Your pussy clenches as his hand finds your clit, rubbing hard and fast circles against the sensitive bud. Your body felt like jelly as he used you, his lips leaving marks in every possible place on your skin. You didn’t mind though, nor could you really think straight to care. Your mouth falls open as you let out constant moans at the feeling of his hands and cock working your body.

Your fucked out expression is one that will burn in Toji’s brain for the rest of his life. Seeing you like this has only ever been a dream of his, so to be able to witness this in person has his head spinning. He could feel you getting closer to your high, your body reacting to his like it was nothing. Your head begins to go blank as you walls squeeze his cock, his assault on your pussy bringing you closer to the edge. “Gonna cum Toji,” you whine as you dig your nails into his shoulder, your tits rubbing against his. He chuckles darkly as he pushes your other leg higher on the wall, a small scream falling from your lips. “I want a better view for when you lose your mind,” he teased as he fucks into you hard. Between the new position and this mans ungodly pace, your brain goes white as you let out a mix of babbles and moans, feeling absolutely fucked out of this world. You don’t know why you never had this man use you before, but you know now that he would be for the rests of your life if he’d want. You felt the coil in your stomach grow tighter as your walls sucked Toji in like a vacuum, chasing your climax. “Please. C-can’t hold on” your sweet voice was enough to push him over, but he refused to finish first. He wanted to finish with you. “Just hold it a little longer baby. Almost there,” Toji groaned as he moved his hips faster.

Your lower body was beyond numb as you became a fuck toy to the man in front of you. Your cunt squelched as he bullied his way to his high, your tongue falling from your lips. You knew it would be damn near impossible to walk, let alone drive, after this, but that was beside the point. The fact of the matter was, this man isn’t going anywhere. “T-Toji, please. Oh fuck- I can’t” you moan repeatedly, his lips capturing yours in a sloppy kiss. “Cum.” He breathed, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You let out an inaudible scream as your body shook, coating his cock in a pretty shade of white. Toji followed just a few seconds later, his hips still rutting into you as he fucked you through your highs, coating your walls white. His hips move slower as he rides out his high, your body shaking ever so slightly with each movement. Toji rests his head on your shoulder as he finally stops, his hands lowering your legs to wrap around his waist.

You both take a moment to catch your breath, both of your brains in another world. “Fuck,” Toji curses as he lifts his head, strands of ebony locks sticking to his forehead. He places a gentle kiss to your lips, slowly lowering you to the ground. He keeps a tight hold on you as you steady yourself, not wanting you to fall. “I hope this isn’t the last time I get this chance. You’re beautiful to me and I want to show you everyday.” Toji whispers against your lips. You press a soft kiss to the edge of his mouth, your eyes meeting his. “I think we can make that happen.”

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jamdoughnutmagician · 4 months

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New Year's Eve Kisses.

Steve Harrington x Reader (Fluff)

Just a short and fluffy NYE drabble with Steve, heavily based on this scene from Friends

Posting this a little early but whatever 🤷‍♀️

Word Count:668

Masterlist / Steve Harrington Masterlist.

The party is in full swing with everyone gathered in Steve’s house for a new year’s eve celebration. There’s banners, decorations and food and drink aplenty as all the party-goers stand around chatting in their groups.

“Yes! ‘87 baby! It’s finally going to be my year, Harrington. I can feel it!” Eddie beams brightly, his wide smile stretching across his face.

“Good luck, man.” Steve cheered back, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

“We’re both happy for you, Ed.” you smile at your friend, although you wish you could share his enthusiasm about the new year drawing to a close.

You and Steve had been only dating for a few months, and Eddie was the only one who knew about you two. An unfortunate moment where he accidentally caught you both making out in a dark corner in The Hideout one time. Truth be told, Eddie didn’t think too much about it until he saw you leave the bar hand-in-hand with a matching pair of smiles on either of your faces.

Eddie noticed how your smile didn’t fully reach your eyes, and a worry set it’s place in his chest.

“Hey, what’s the matter?”

“We wanted to kiss at midnight, but nobody else is going to, so we can’t either.” you explain with a sad tone in your voice.

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart.” Eddie says with a nod. “Just let your old pal Eddie sort it all out.” he tells you all too confidently.

Eddie makes his way over to Robin where she is already enthusiastically beginning to countdown the seconds until midnight.

“33! 32! 31-”

“-Hey Rob-” Eddie interrupts. “Who are you kissing at midnight, huh? Chrissy or Nancy?”

“What?” she replies in confusion.

“You gotta kiss somebody. You’re gay, so you’re not gonna kiss Steve.” Eddie explains further.

“So who’s going to kiss Steve?”

“Y/N is.”

“Really?” She smirks, cocking her head to the side.

“Look, who would you rather have kiss Steve, me or y/n Eddie says with a quirked eyebrow.

“Oh definitely Y/n.” she decides all too quickly. “I suppose I’ll kiss Chrissy.”

“That’s great!” he smiles at her, with a pat on her shoulder before moving his way around the party.

“Hey Chrissy!” Eddie shouts over to her above the music. “Robin’s going to kiss you at midnight!”

“Oh okay! Sounds good!” her cheeks flush pink at the idea of kissing that cute girl from the school’s band that she’d had a secret crush on for a while.

“Nance! Nance!” Eddie shouts, getting her attention as he makes his way towards her. “I’m going to kiss you at midnight, okay?”

“What?” she shakes her head, her dark curls bouncing as she does.

“Everybody’s kissing someone, so I’m going to kiss you. Plus you can’t kiss Steve, you two have that whole weird history going on.”

“And?” she shakes her head once more, as if she wasn’t quite following what Eddie was putting forward.

“Besides, Jonathan’s not here, so who would you rather have kiss you, me or Robin?” Eddie asks, with a confident nod of his head.

“Robin’s lovely, but I just don’t swing that way.” She confesses.

“Great.” Eddie smiles.

The countdown to midnight draws closer and closer as everyone gathers by the television in Steve’s living room.

“3! 2! 1! Happy New Year!!” Everyone cheers, as they hug and peck the lips of their respective New years eve partners.

You wind your arms around Steve’s neck to bring him closer as his hands find their home on your hips, giving you a gentle and reassuring squeeze.

Steve leans in close to you, his lips softly brushing against yours in a sweet kiss.

“Happy New Year, Honey.”

“Happy New Year, Stevie.” you smile back at him, your eyes sparkling with love for the boy in front of you.

You couldn’t be more happy to have your Stevie in your life, and sharing a kiss with him at midnight was the perfect way to ring in the new year.

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topguncortez · 2 years

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Monthly Visit- J. Seresin

pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x shy!female word count: 1.4k warnings: periods, teenage boys, tooth rotting fluff main masterlist Opposites Attract masterlist

A/N: my monthly visitor is here and I want to die:) so here's some Opposites Attract Jake fluff because I need it. also…. SEND IN REQUESTS:)

Hangman grew up with sisters, so this was nothing new to him. He should’ve seen the signs but he completely missed them all. He knew there was something up with her when she was more sensitive to his touch, or how she seemed to get upset easier, or when she completely cut their date night short to go home cause she wasn’t feeling well. It had gone on for about a week, and Jake was starting to get suspicious of her behavior. Yes, she was still a shy person, but Jake thought that they had gotten past that barrier. He thought they had gotten to the place where they told each other everything.

Jake was feeling a little off put as they sat on opposite ends of the couch like they were teenagers at his parents house watching a movie. Y/N’s eyes were trained on the movie, some romcom that she had picked, and Jake had a hard time paying attention to the movie, more worried about her. Every so often she would shift around, letting out a small whimper as she did. He also noticed that every so often she would fight back tears at a scene that wasn’t even really all that sad.

“What’s going on with you?” Jake asked, turning his body to completely face her on the couch.

“What do you mean? I’m fine,” Y/N said, quickly looking at him and then back to the movie.

“You’ve been acting weird for the past week, and now. . . you’re crying at Heath Ledger singing some song to Julia Stiles,” Jake said, and reached forward grabbing the remote pausing the movie, “What’s wrong? Talk to me. I’m your boyfriend, and you’re completely cutting me out.”

Y/N let out a shaky sigh as she pulled her knees into her chest. Jake immediately felt bad as he noticed the tears running down her face.

“Oh no, baby,” Jake cooed, and moved towards her, pulling her into his strong arms, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

She buried his face into his chest, as he rested his chin on top of her head, and rubbed her back soothingly. There was only one thing that was running through his head at what the cause of this could be. It had been rattling around in his brain since the moment she walked through his door, but he knew that it wasn’t just something you ask a someone. But he also knew that she was probably in pain by the way she was whimpering and moving around, so he decided to bite the bullet and take the consequences if this backfired.

“Baby, are you on your period?” He asked softly.

There was a beat of silence before she nodded and mumbled out a quiet, “yeah.”

Jake sighed in relief, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She pulled back from him, and wiped the tears from her face, “It’s not your thing to deal with. My ex didn't like talking about it or really knowing about it. He said it made him feel uncomfortable. I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“One, your ex sounds like a real ass,” Jake said, and Y/N chuckled in agreement, “And two, I want you to tell me if you’re in pain, sweetheart. I want to help you the best I can, make you feel comfortable. What can I do? What do you need?”

“Well, I-I’m kind of cold-”

Jake quickly grabbed the collar of the hooded sweatshirt he was wearing and took it off, handing it to her. She giggled, and slipped it on her body, being engulfed from the warmth of his body and the clothing, and the scent of his cologne.

“Lookin like the cutest longhorn fan I’ve ever seen,” Jake smiled at her, his accent coming in thick.

“Just cause I’m wearing it doesn’t mean I like them. Horns down forever,” She shot back quickly.

“I’ll pretend you didn’t say that. Anything else you need? I don’t have much here, but I can go make a CVS run,” Jake said, “Actually, I will.” He stood up and walked to the kitchen. Y/N watched from her spot as he dug around in one of the drawers, grabbing a notepad and a pencil, “Write down what you need, not just right now, but in the future for the next time your period comes and I can be more prepared. And don’t hold back.”

“Jake, you really don’t-”

“I’m doing it whether you tell me what you want or not.”

It took about five minutes for Jake to get the list from Y/N, and head to CVS. Jake had managed to get everything off the list, even grabbing some stuff that wasn’t on the list that he could remember his sisters buying. The last thing was tampons, and Jake stood in the aisle, carefully reading the boxes trying to find the exact ones that Y/N had asked for. He knew that she would tell him exactly what to get, and for that he was grateful. He could remember shopping with his mom, his sisters, and past girlfriends, watching them grab a single box from the colorful display of different brands and styles of feminie products. Jake’s green eyes narrowed on a box which looked like the one that Y/N had told him to get.

“Bro, imagine being that fucking whiped.”

“He’s such an omega.”

“It’s fucking weird.”

Jake looked up from the box he was holding and looked over at a group of teenage boys, who were standing on the opposite end of the aisle, looking at condoms. Jake Seresin was a man of pride, and he was not embarrassed by standing in the femine hygiene aisle, looking at tampon and pad brands for his girlfriend. He rolled his shoulders back a bit, standing up straighter as he kept hearing their pubescent giggles and conversation.

“There’s no way he’s actually getting any. No guy who buys pads actually gets some.”

Tossing the box of tampons in his basket, Jake turned towards the teenagers and smirked, “And that’s where you’re wrong. It actually means I’m getting pussy from someone I know so intimately that I feel comfortable buying her period products, fuck off virgins,” Jake saw them look down at their shoes and he took a glance at the condom brand in one of their hands, “Also fire and ice. . .not the best.”

“I fucking told you!” One of the boys said, and Jake walked past them towards the checkout counter.

Jake wasn’t surprised when he came home and saw Y/N asleep on the couch. She looked exhausted when she first came over, and with the movie over and her being more comfortable, she drifted off to sleep while waiting for Jake. He put his keys in the bowl next to the door and walked into the kitchen, putting the various items he got away. He took the tampons and midol upstairs to his bathroom, putting them in his drawer for her to use. Jake also plugged in the heating pad on one side of the bed, and grabbed a blanket, throwing it in the dryer before he walked back downstairs to bring Y/N to bed.

He smiled at her sleeping frame, pulling his phone out of his sweatpants pocket, and snapping a picture. Jake bent down, and brushed her hair from her face and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

“Come on, baby, let’s get you to bed,” Jake whispered to her, and she groaned in response, turning to face the back of the couch. Jake chuckled, she was never a morning person. Y/N loved her sleep and hated being woken up, “I know, grumpy, but I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.”

“Shush,” She mumbled and Jake shook his head with a smile. He easily slipped his arm underneath her knees and the other around her back, picking her up bridal style. Jake felt his heart ooze with even more love when she nuzzled her face into his neck. He softly placed her down on the bed, and she thanked him as her head hit the soft pillow.

“Do you need anything?” Jake asked her.

“Can you rub my back?”

“Of course,” Jake answered. He slipped his shirt and sweatpants off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. He crawled into bed next to her, pulling her into him. Her cheek rested on his bare chest as his hand went to her lower back and slowly started massaging the area. The feeling of Jake’s hand drawing linguided circles on her back, applying the right amount of pressure slowly helped lull her back into the best sleep she had in weeks.

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taste-of-the-divine · 8 months

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jealous!simon x fem!reader

with a side of konig x reader

cw: cheating, dubious consent

notes from divine: i’ll write a part two eventually hehe

ghost hated the way that konig held you by the waist when the two of you thought no one was looking.

but the the truth was that everyone was looking.

it made ghost’s blood boil with jealousy, but he had no place to say anything. he was the one that gave you up in the first place— he left you in tears, you begging him to please, don’t do this to me, i love you, your broken heart scattered like shards of glass on the ground between you.

so why was he surprised, angry, even, that someone else, someone irrefutably better, would come along eventually and put it together for you?

he truly did want you to be happy. but seeing you happy with someone else? now that pissed him off.

you were supposed to be happy with him.

and you weren’t, no matter many times you insisted you were, ghost could pickup on your unannounced frustration.

—the falter in your breath when he came home too late and too tired to watch that favorite show with you, the sadness that outlined your jaw when he forgot an important date because fuck him, he was busy and deployment was nearing, or the tension that rested in-between your eyebrows when he retracted his hands from your hips because for a second, it reminded him of something terrible. to terrible for him to even dare to associate that with you, his lover.

well, his lover, at the time.

because now, you were someone else’s lover, and someone else had their hands on you hips, and kept it there, gripping the way that ghost knew you liked.

you probably showed konig the same way you showed him. somewhere in-between the sheets, in his lap, your hands guiding his, nails sinking into skin—

ghost’s blood boiled. more, if that was even possible.

but you were happy. and as much as simon now hated a man he had never really talked to before you fell into his embrace, he loved you too much to interfere. he was pissed, but if you were happy, then that was that.

they talked once, though, when their squads had to train together, and him and konig awkwardly stood in each others presence during the aftermath.

“how is she?” was all that ghost asked.

konig was confused for a moment, since he hadn’t really put much weight on your previous relationship with the lieutenant. you didn’t talk about him much, just a few words before a bittersweet smile.

“ah. y/n? she’s doing well.”

konig would have expanded more, if ghost hadn’t interrupted him with a grunt, and walked off.

konig told you about the interaction later that night, when the two of you were in bed, cuddling. your heart twinged a little, curling in on itself and seemingly wilting. he cared, still. he always did, when you were dating. but you figured that the breakup meant that he stopped.

guiltily, and without konig’s knowledge, you decide to send ghost a text, to meet somewhere public, like a cafe, and talk about… things. you didn’t know what, but that didn’t matter, because to your surprise, ghost texted a yes back instantly.

so when konig is working, you slip out of your home to the aforementioned cafe. ghost is there, having arrived before you, your typical order already on the table, himself with nothing.

“y/n.”

“simon.”

at first, the conversation is uncomfortable, the both of you stepping on the other’s figurative buttons— but by the second dry joke and held back laughter, the two of you fell back into something comfortable. the elephant in the room— your now boyfriend, however, was left unmentioned for the first hour. that is, until ghost said that he wanted to talk to you about more serious things, somewhere more private.

“simon,” you say slow, his name searing your lips. your eyes match his gaze, a pounding in your heart. “i’m with someone… i’m with konig.”

he hesitates— and you’ve never seen him uncertain before. in a way it was endearing as it was nerve wracking. “i know. i know that, y/n.” he looks around the cafe. “but please. there’s so much i want to tell you, but—“

“but you’re uncomfortable here,” you finish for him. you knew him better than he knew himself, really. ghost was a private person. meeting at a cafe was him compromising for you. you knew it wasn’t something that he would have preferred.

“yeah.”

eventually, you caved.

back at his place, things looked more disheveled since you were here last. the counter was a mess, a blanket and a few pillows on the couch, no doubt moved from his bedroom. you figured that he hadn’t been able to sleep in silence since you left, needing the comfort of the television.

he senses the tension crawling under your skin as you stood by his counter, one hand grazing the granite edge— heard the hitch in your breath when he caged you with his frame.

his eyes caressed the curves of your face before his finger did, and his scent— so familiar and yet so unfamiliar now, god— you flinched.

“simon,” you say, voice stern but soft. he watches as your eyelashes flutter close to compose yourself. “what is it that you wanted to talk about?” it comes out more of a statement than a question. get on with it, stop toying with me.

he drops his hand, places it on the counter next to you. leans his weight into it, your bodies close enough to touched if you moved just an inch. “are you happy with him?”

you hesitate for just a second, konig’s face flashing in your head. your heart lights aflame with guilt. “yes,” you say, as convincingly as you can.

“and you’re done with me?”

now that was unfair. how could he ask you that when he had broken up with you? you look away, refusing to answer.

his finger reaches out to tip your chin so you had to look him in the eyes.

“i asked you a question, y/n.”

you remained silent.

softly, into the shell of your ear, he whispered, “if you don’t answer, i’m going to kiss you. then i’m going to slide my hand up your shirt, and down your legs, and love you the way i should have. so answer me.”

it ran shivers down your spine, but you wouldn’t move. “answer me,” he said, his voice straining between his gritted teeth.

his hands slide up the side of your hips, but instead of the places he promised, you shudder when his fingers dip into the inner skin of your thighs, under the fabric of your sundress. he grazed his nails exactly the way he knew would make you go crazy, a silent reminder that he still remembered how to please you.

and then, his fingers pressed against your core, the fabric of your underwear the only barrier. your breathing goes heavy, and he watches your reaction with an intensity that left your head pounding.

“tell me you’re done with me. you need to, or else I can’t stop myself.”

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simplifiedemotions · 2 months

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Meet Me At Night

For @sumbul <3

Dissolution started with a strangled heart and a bruised jaw.

Tender and unsorted, Hermione curled into Draco’s armchair. The only place that guarded his scent since he’d left. Indigo curtains shifted in the night breeze, and she snuggled closer, seeking the vetiver warmth. She was too tired to shut the window, too sad for anything but sleep.

The next morning, she awoke in her bed.

—

The first few times, she assumed that she’d woken up and lumbered off to bed groggily. But after a month, she concluded that someone had moved her whilst she was sleeping.

Not many people could access her Floo network.

At half-past three one morning, she forced herself to stay up, watching through half-lidded eyes as he approached her. She tried her best to be still even though a ravenous part of her wanted to reach out to him like a caged beast.

Draco stood in front of her, his vetiver scent a comfort to her tired bones. She found it difficult to keep still under the weight of his scrutiny. Even while they’d dated she’d always found his grey gaze heavy and unrelenting, and it was worse now because she didn’t know what he was thinking.

Why was he here when he was the one who’d broken her heart?

A sigh. Then she felt the press of his warm fingers trailing across her cheek. A gentle touch stolen in the darkness of night.

Before she knew it, he was bending over, and she fooled herself into thinking he’d steal a kiss. But his arm merely curled around her shoulders as he lifted her up into his arms and carried her into their—her—room. Balancing Hermione with one arm whilst he peeled back the comforter, Draco laid her down like she was the most precious cargo.

Tears burned behind her eyelids.

He left before she could think of something to say.

—

He did this every night, always coming around at the same time. A clockmaker diligently closing his shop at night.

Then one night he came through the Floo and Hermione wasn’t in his chair. She’d decided to challenge the cogs he set in place and set the pendulum in the direction she wanted.

—

She stared at him with open eyes as he looked back at her in alarm.

“How long have you known?” he asked, turning his face so he was half in shadow.

She narrowed her eyes. “How long have you been coming at night?”

“I asked you first.”

“You have no right to demand anything of me after you left.” She hated how she choked on the last word.

His face became an icy mask. “I won’t bother you again.”

She snatched her wand and cast a shield on her Floo, making it impenetrable as Draco tried to exit. He grunted, taking out his wand to disassemble the spell. When that didn’t work, he rammed his shoulder into the shield, which knocked him so far back he banged his hip on a side table and cursed.

“I assume you’ve done the same to the door,” he gritted out.

Hermione just raised her eyebrows in challenge.

“The windows are still an option,” he muttered.

“Oh, come off it, Draco. You’ve always been a coward, but this is low even for you.”

“Let me out,” he barked, and oh, she should’ve been afraid of his shaking hands and storming eyes, but it thrilled her to know she still had an effect on him. He was still the arrogant boy who’d cornered her in an alcove all those years ago and proved with his fingers and tongue that he was the only one for her.

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you,” she admitted delicately, afraid she would shatter if he rejected her again.

“Don’t,” he snarled.

“You’re so arrogant, you know that? You call me a know-it-all, but you don’t realise that you’re exactly the same. You… you assume that you know what I want. You assume that someone else could make me happy, that you’re not good enough to be with me. But what you don’t understand is that loving you was never about variables. It’s not an equation or a Potion's recipe. Why can’t it just be that I love you because you’re the only person who’s made me feel this way?”

“Damn your love, Hermione!” He was trembling, glowering at her like he wanted to hurt her. To love her. They were one and the same.

She didn’t hesitate as she strode forward. “I know you still love me. Stop making excuses because you’re afraid.”

“Stop,” he ordered. Begged.

She didn’t.

His composure crumbled and he looked at her with an electric intensity that made her shiver. His gaze shifted to her healed jaw, agonised. “They hurt you because of me.”

“Draco,” she said calmly, close enough to take in his shuddered breath. “It wasn’t your fault.”

He shook his head. “I promised myself you would never be hurt in my presence again after what happened to you in the manor. And it was my fault again—”

“I was only hurt because I got in the way,” she said fiercely. The men who had attacked him in broad daylight had to go through Hermione first. And they did. But it wasn’t his fault.

He didn’t make it two steps before she reached him. The soft intake of breath was all the permission she needed as she stood up on her toes and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing him, imprinting her want, her love, so deeply into his bones he’d never get rid of her.

He neither deepened the kiss nor did he pull away, but Hermione knew she had him when their eyes locked and she saw the devouring want swallowing his irises.

“You slept in my chair every night,” he mused, palming her cheek.

Hermione leaned into his touch, inhaling deeply. “I missed your scent.”

He buried his face in her neck and lifted her by the backs of her thighs. “You’re not the only one, Granger,” he said, resigned, carrying her towards her—their—room.

—

The next morning, she didn’t question why she wasn’t in Draco’s armchair. She only burrowed deeper in the arms of her clockmaker, the gears of her heart whirring in a pleasant rhythm at his affixing touch.

#dramione #dhr #dhr fanfiction #draco malfoy #hermione granger #my writing

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lotus222 · 9 months

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Okay.

I only meant to make one SJM post cause Ik how certain girls like to tussle

But since the gwynriels and elucians decided to mess w me EVEN THO I SAID TO LOOK AWAY IF YOU GET EASILY TRIGGERED…

There is only one thing to do:

Talk more about why Elriel is not based in delusion — unlike some ships (not naming names, if you take offense that’s your mind questioning things)

Again, I am giving my PERSONAL OPINION. I even said at the end of my last post that I am not the author and I will love & respect whatever SJM does, which some of y’all can’t echo. That’s sad. This is a fictional world.

DISCLAIMER: if you’re easily triggered by elriel/elucian/gwynriel…l o o k a w a y

DISCLAIMER#2: I am unapologetic cause this is my page :)

Also, stop hitting my line with the “I wasn’t going to respond to this but…” or “you’re so anti…” like 1, if you weren’t going to respond, then don’t. It’s not that serious where the world is BEGGING for your opinion. And 2, I’m not anti anything, I’m pro-logic, again if that offends you then that’s a convo for you and you not you and me.

Now onto the main event…

Azriel

My mans is being dragged through the mud both in the books and online. We say we “love him” but are ignoring what he wants and babes, that’s Elain. If you don’t like her personally, that’s not how Az is feeling, that’s how YOURE feeling. Gwyn has one chapter (+1 sentence) of where I can even attempt to grasp at what Gwynriel’s quote as bible, but again, AZ AND ELAIN HAVE 3 BOOKS. Y’all are acting like Rhys in Az’s bonus chapter and if Rhys couldn’t make his stance acceptable, y’all definitely can’t.

Elain

Again, I say, if you do not like the lady pictured above, stop reading ACOTAR cause she ain’t going anywhere. To be so for real, I didn’t mind Elain at first, meaning I didn’t care whether or not she was included in any story whatsoever. But as I read ACOWAR and ACOFAS, I started realizing that there’s something so lovely about having a character who is innately good and wants/practices peace in a world of animosity and ugliness. She brings beauty in all areas of her life and I think that there’s nothing bad about being “boring” cause that just means your life ain’t a dang mess (*cough* *cough* everybody else in this book)

So here is where I debunk all the claims I have grown tired of ignoring:

• #1 - “He hadn’t gotten that far into his planning beyond the fantasies he’s pleasured himself to.”

(Picture credit: unknown) Get a good look cause that’s what he’s doing at night when he thinks about ELAIN. (It’s canon, so cry to yourself)

So, y’all really think you got us here, huh? So, my man Azriel blatantly admits to thinking of Elain when he wants to be intimate and y’all STILL want your girl to be with this man?

Ugh

Anyway, so Azriel hadn’t planned a relationship with Elain…OKAY???? Did you expect this man to have a map laid out about how he’s going to steal Lucien’s mate??? Do y’all even know Azriel? Like, be so for real rn.

Idk about y’all but when I have a crush on someone, I’m not thinking about how to steal them from the rest of the world, I’m imagining kissing them or going on cute dates. Not how I’ll actually make it happen. And ik y’all do that too with your favorite celebrities so stop playing.

He has a crush. Can you let the man figure out if Elain even wants him to act on it before he plans a 12-step mission on making Lucien disappear forever?

Azriel doesn’t want to force his emotions on anyone (as seen with Mor) so of course he’s not going to act or plot without confirmation that the other person in the party wants that. I.E. why he hadnt tried anything with Mor in all the CENTURIES that he liked her.

So, yeah, consider that point invalid.

• #2 - Lucien is Elain’s mate

(PC: @shauna_the_author) *sigh* This one cannot be dubunked, unfortunately, because it is true. You got me here.

BUT

Elain is more likely to marry Nuala and Cerridwen before she spends the rest of her life with Lucien.

And it has nothing to do with Lucien. It really, really doesn’t. Elain simply doesn’t like him. Y’all were in my comments like “oh he didn’t really sell out Elain and Nesta, he didn’t know”. OKAY. But Elain literally says in ACOWAR that she knows Lucien as two things: Feyre’s friend and the MAN WHO SOLD THEM OUT TO HYBERN

Who cares if it isn’t true, that’s what Elain thinks and with her in mind, you can’t say that this bond means anything more to her than Lucien having some ownership of her which she doesn’t like at all. She even tells Graysen that she doesn’t care Lucien is her mate (“I belong to no one, but my heart belongs to you.”)

Whereas with Azriel, my girl is practically skipping into his arms; talking with him about her dream garden, getting him not one but two solstice gifts, almost-kissing him, recoiling at Cassian’s dagger but actively using Azriel’s…

Idk about y’all but if someone who was fated to be with me was acting this way with another girl, I’d drop him like a hot potatoe. AND AS LUCIEN SHOULD. He deserves someone who wants him, not someone who, as even Lucien said in ACOWAR when he was questioning if Elain was “worth it”, is shackled to him.

I harbor no ill will toward this dreamy man, but it ain’t gonna happen so do Elain a favor and lose her number, k?

• #3 - Sarah wouldn’t do the 3 brothers with 3 sisters, it’s too cliche

Write your own book then. Fan fiction is a thing. If the ONLY thing preventing you to see reason is the possibility of a cliche in a book about kingdoms and fairies and magic then your priorities are so out of shape I won’t even spend the time explaining it to you.

This is SARAH’s WORLD. If she wants to be cliche and have the three female protagonists end up with the three male protagonists then let her. Omg.

• #4 - That Gwynriel scene tho

(NOTE THE PICTURE) Oh, you mean the bonus chapter that featured thoughts about Elain? Not that one? Oh, then maybe you mean the other bonus chapter that featured thoughts about Elain? No? You mean the scene with Gwyn…hmmm

OH! You mean the 2 page conversation about training and why he couldn’t sleep (cause of Elain) and the subsequent regift of Elain’s present to Gwyn. Yeah, I know about that but why are we talking about it? Cause that means Az likes Gwyn? Huh?

That’s how delulu y’all sound. And if I hear another “you’re the ribbon Az”, one more time I’ll scream. THE RIBBON WAS ABOUT TRAINING NOT GWYN WANTING TO SLEEP WITH THE MAN. We are talking about the same girl who hadn’t left a library in god knows how long because of a sexual trauma and y’all are forcing her onto another man??

Gwyn was focused on coming into herself and mastering the ways of the Valkyrie. Nesta meant Gwyn found another obstacle in Az that she would have to overcome to become a Valkyrie. The only man Gwyn was concerned about was Cassian and that’s cause he was getting it on with Nesta. Again, be so for real right now.

I refuse to acknowledge this point until the opposing ships acknowledge the 3 books (+ ACOFAS) of build up between Elain and Azriel.

• #5 - Elain doesn’t belong in the Night Court

This is the last point I’ll mention cause I actually feel bad for dogging the Gwynriels like this, but it had to be done. (Elucians get a pass bc at least their ship is based in evidence)

Elain doesn’t belong in the Night Court, okay, yeah Cassian said that the colors drown her out, I’ll give you that.

But Elain doesn’t know where she belongs anymore, just like Azriel has said about himself. She’s still figuring herself out and what she wants, so it’s okay she looks odd at times or feels at times out of place. Azriel keeps his shadows out 24/7 for the same reason. He doesn’t let anyone past the front he puts on unless he knows it’s safe to. They’re both figuring out how to live their best lives in their current lives.

I’ve heard Dusk Court theories and others but I won’t even repeat those (even tho they’re so good and you should definitely look into them). They just need to find their place in this world (and Cassian was right, Elain DOES NOT BELONG in the Hewn City).

Just like how Nesta didn’t believe she belonged in the Inner Circle, I believe there’s a place for Elain and Azriel where they can be themselves. They just need to find it I.E. their book.

Okay, that’s enough slaying of my enemies for one post. Again, this is just my opinion/theories and at the end of the day I’ll be happy with whatever Mrs. Maas gives us as long as she gives us something.

Act correctly or else I’ll be back.

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natimiles · 2 months

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Just let me adore you (Arthur)

Summary: You loved Mozart, and Mozart loved you. Arthur would just have to deal with it and not bother you again. But it’s easier said than done when you’re left alone on your own birthday.

Words: 1372

Tags: angst; unrequited love; hurt; no comfort; Arthur centric; Mozart is a bit of an asshole (sorry); no pronouns specified for reader.

Notes: I was re-reading some random parts from Living no Matsunaga-san and decided to write something for Ikevamp based on a scene there. I just realized Ryou and Levi kinda look alike. He is so precious; I loved him way more than Matsunaga.

I also listened to “Adore You” by Harry Styles, and now I see the lyrics from a whole different perspective. And the title for the fic comes from the song.

It wasn’t fair.

You deserved so much better. You deserved to be treated like royalty, to be loved, to be taken care of. He had to ensure you were always smiling, always happy, never crying.

However, that’s not what happened.

Arthur could barely restrain himself seeing the tears streaming down your face. How many times has it been now? How many more are you gonna endure? He only made you cry. Mozart only made you cry.

The writer can’t remember when or why he fell for you; he only recalls losing his chance. He remembers talking to Theo, who encouraged him to take action quickly. With half of the mansion having developed feelings for you, he knew it was only a matter of time before someone else confessed.

He was gonna buy you flowers and a nice gift, confess, ask you out properly, and kiss you by the end of the date if he was lucky enough. But before he could finish his lunch to go to town, you and Mozart entered the dining room.

The scene still haunts him.

Your emotionally overwhelmed face, the bright smile, the flushed cheeks… your hand holding his arm, and he smiling at you. Cutlery fell from hands, drinks were spilled, and he’s pretty sure he heard Isaac gasp and stop breathing by his side. You happily announced you were together, and the romantic music everybody was listening to that morning suddenly made sense. You were so happy. He just congratulated you, along with everyone else, and tried to move on.

Way easier said than done.

He ended up confessing to you the first time he saw you in tears, going against all his principles of never hitting on a compromised person — much less one in such a vulnerable state! Yet, he did it. He poured his heart out, saying he loved and cherished you, that he would never make you cry. He would never choose his work over you, even if his work was so important to him.

Arthur apologized some time later; he didn’t want to give the impression he was trying to take advantage of your fragile moments. So, he waited for things to calm down and confessed again.

You kindly turned him down both times, and he accepted it with a sad smile and a broken heart. Your heart didn’t belong to him; it belonged to the musician. You loved Mozart, and Mozart loved you — despite not being good at showing it, apparently. He’d just have to deal with it and not bother you with this again.

However, there was so much he could take.

He is leaving the mansion when he sees you standing just outside the door, with a lost gaze, tears streaming down your face. He holds you by the shoulders before he thinks better of his actions, but you don’t seem to mind it. You look at him with the saddest expression he’s ever seen on your face, and he knows.

He doesn’t ask what happened; he doesn’t have to. He simply turns you around and guides you by the shoulders back inside the mansion. He takes you to your room and sits you on your bed, observing how you quietly comply.

“I’ll be right back, okay, luv?” he speaks softly, and you just nod once, your gaze lingering on the floor.

He goes to the kitchen, prepares your favorite tea, and brews some coffee for himself. He considers getting something for you to eat too, but you probably don't want to. He arranges two mugs on the tray and returns to your room. You're in the exact same spot and in the exact same state as he left you, and it hurts him to see you so... numb.

He places the tray on your nightstand and goes to your en suite to grab a towel. Sitting down beside you, he reaches for your face, placing his finger under your chin and lifting it slightly to get a better look at you. Silently, he gently passes the towel over your wet cheeks.

"Try to warm up a little now, won’t you?” He offers you the tea, closing your hands around the mug and holding them in place with his own for a moment longer. “It’s your favorite.”

You just nod again, not really in the mood for talking — and you’re not even sure you’ll be able to say something without crying again. He grabs his mug, and you two drink silently, appreciating your own beverages.

"You… won’t ask?" you inquire after some time. Your voice is so low that he thinks he wouldn’t hear you if he weren’t a vampire with great hearing. It cracks another part of his heart open.

Arthur shakes his head and takes your empty mug back, putting it on the tray with his. “I don’t have to,” he says softly.

He wants to, though. A dark part of him would like to hear you dissing Mozart; perhaps you’d realize that he could be better than the musician — he would certainly try to.

Mozart went out early and hasn’t come back yet, probably too busy with the new concert he is working on. Usually, Arthur would find his hard work relatable; he got too invested in his writing too, losing night after night of sleep sometimes. However, it was your birthday today. Your lover set a birthday date with you and left you standing outside the mansion because of work.

“I wouldn’t do it,” he blurts out in a whisper, completing his thoughts aloud. “If you chose me, I’d never make you cry.”

“Arthur…”

“I want to make you happy. I need you to be.” He reaches for you, cradling your face with a gentle touch. He smiles, but it’s sad and broken, and it doesn’t reach his sorrowful gaze. “You don’t have to love me back… But I love you so much, I can’t take it anymore.”

You’re taken aback. Your breath catches in your throat, your tears drying almost instantly, and a cold shock passes through your whole body. After two confessions, you thought you’d be used to him professing his love. But this… This is so much more. You’ve never seen him this vulnerable before. You can practically see him offering his heart on his hands for you.

“What…” you attempt to speak, but your words falter, lost in the whirlwind of emotions.

Only then does Arthur realize what he just said, widening his eyes. He lets his hands fall limp into his lap, sighing and averting his gaze while mentally cursing himself. He was supposed to be smart, so why does he often act like a fool in front of you? Love really messes with one’s mind.

He closes his eyes and runs his hand through his hair, obviously nervous. He grasps his bangs, tightening his grip in an attempt to stop himself from being an idiot and start acting like a proper man.

“Sorry. This burden is the last thing you need right now,” he mutters, his voice the weakest you’ve ever heard from him. Arthur takes a deep breath and stands up. “But if you… If you need something, you can always call me.” He takes the empty tray and heads to the door, but then he seems to remember something and turns back to you again, forcing a better smile. “Happy birthday, by the way.”

His expression falters the moment he closes the door behind him. Arthur heads straight to his own bedroom, not even bothering to bring the tray to the kitchen; he can do it later. Right now, he just needs to lie down and hope the earth swallows him whole before he embarrasses himself again.

He needs to stop it, he knows that. How is he supposed to control his heart, though? He tried to drown this feeling with different people in town, but he always ended up not wanting to spend the night with them. They weren’t you.

He places the tray on his coffee table and flops down on his bed, covering his eyes with his arm. He feels his blazer getting wet just a few seconds later and lets out a shaky sigh.

It’s going to be another long, lonely evening.

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#I'm sorry but I'm also not so sorry #I still love Mozart he didn't do this just to be mean #I'll write something to make it up to him later #and for Arthur too he deserves only love :')#ikemen vampire #ikevamp fanfics #ikevamp #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp x reader #ikemen vampire x reader #ikevamp arthur x reader

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years

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Klaus mikaelson x reader - pride aside

A/N: this is based on a dream I had last night ngl but like I changed it a bit

Seeing everyone at the ball dancing and laughing was great, but it hurt you a little bit.

Sitting on the stairs, you sighed softly and leant back on your hands as you tilted your head up to look at the sky instead.

“Not one for dancing?” A smooth voice asked.

You looked to your side to see Klaus stood there with some random girl attached to his arm.

“No one to dance with.” You shrugged.

“Come on now, I’m sure there’s a guy who’s just as lonely.”

With that, he smiled and walked away and you clenched your jaw in frustration.

That hurt, deeply. Is that how he saw you? Lonely?

Is that how everyone saw you? Just the lonely person that couldn’t find a date to a stupid ball you’d been waiting to attend since last year?

You only came back so you could help Bonnie practice some new spells, it’s the only reason you came to mystic falls again. You were happy at your families home a few states over.

Getting up, you made your way to the main doors and you slipped out and headed back home to throw on some more comfortable clothes and went straight to bed.

The next day, you were met with knocking on your door, so, with a small sigh of you walked over and unlocked it, letting everyone trickle in.

“When did you get home?” Damon asked, “I was supposed to bring you back.”

“Yeah, I left early.” You smiled.

“Are you okay?” Caroline frowned.

You nodded and smiled a little more, trying to force it as much as possible.

“Yeah, I was just tired was all.”

“She was sad and lonely.” Klaus mused.

You glared at him.

“Leave her alone Niklaus.” Elijah sighed.

“It’s true though, right love? You were lonely because no one wanted to dance with you.”

“Klaus!” Stefan snapped.

They bickered for a few moments and you decided to just ignore them.

“Oh come on! No one was desperate enough to ask her to dance! That’s why she left!” Klaus snapped.

And you snapped.

Raising your hand, you pinned him to the wall.

“(Y/N)!” Jeremy yelled.

You raised your other hand, gesturing for them all to be quiet as you locked eyes with the original hybrid.

“You know what Klaus, I’ve tried! I have tried to be nice, tried to be patient and understanding with you while all of this shit is going down. I have tried to protect you and Elijah as well as everyone else so you can all bring down the stupid ass witch that’s trying to destroy this whole place! But I’ve had enough!”

You swiped your hand to the side and sent in flying into some furniture.

“I have tried time and time again with you! And I’m done! I’m sick and tired of all of this, being ridiculed because unlike everyone else I don’t have anyone by my side to protect me! Because the one person I want to protect me is a pretentious dickhead who only cares about himself!”

You stared at him, and his hands covered his ears as he groaned in pain and no one dared to stop you.

“I’m done with you Klaus Mikaelson, and you know what? You’re going to die alone because you clearly can’t tell when someone loves you! At least I’ll be able to find someone unlike you.” You snarled.

Grabbing your car keys you made a gesture with you hands and a light blue barrier appeared in front of the doorway, blocking them all in.

“I can’t believe I was stupid enough to fall in love with you. I hope you get staked.”

Everyone begged you to let them go and you shook your head.

“It’ll fade in a few hours, don’t follow me.”

With that, you left and sped away from the town with fury burning through your veins and sadness dee0 within your soul.

How you even fell for him was beyond you but you hated it, you wanted to just go back and move on, find someone knew who would actually love you and care for you.

You were going to go home, and forget all about mystic falls.

You were done with that place and the memories it had.

Racing down a background, you mumbled out a spell and watched as a portal appeared in the middle of the road and you drove through it, driving up a dirt driveway.

Parking your car, you got out and walked up to the large house, kneeling in front of your porch you placed a hand on the ground and whispered a spell.

To stop them from being able to track you.

Then you whispered out another, watching as blue borders appeared around the edge of the place.

Any humans who didn’t know about the supernatural would just appear on the other side, and that do know or any supernaturals won’t be able to get in without your explicit permission.

With that, you walked inside.

“Back so soon?” You dad asked.

“I’m done with that place.”

“Is that why you warded the place?” Your mom asked, arms crossed over her chest.

You looked up at her and gave a small shrug.

“I’m taking precautions. I don’t want them to come near or find this place.”

“What happened?” You dad sighed.

You simply shook your head at them and went upstairs, hoping a bath would help erase some of the stress from the day.

For the next week your phone was blowing up with texts and calls, but the only person you would respond to was Bonnie, since you had a promise to keep.

Sitting on the front steps, you had your laptop on your lap as you spoke with her.

“Spells aren’t always about the words bonnie, you can still practice magic without reciting like you know. It’s not about who’s been doing it the longest, it’s about willpower. As long as you’re willing to protect, nature will provide.”

“We need the barrier spell you use, it’s the only way we can trap her.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“Bonnie.. that’s a spell my family created years ago to trap vampires.”

“Will it work for other witches?”

“It worked on you right?” You smirked slightly.

She laughed and nodded her head.

“I’ll teach it to you, but I’ll need you to come here.”

“And where is here?” She asked.

“Simple, turn around.”

You hung up and stood up, making your way down the steps, you opened a portal and waved her through it.

She was unsure at first but she slowly stepped through in amazement.

“Another spell my family made. But it can only be open for a few seconds.”

“Why?” She asked.

You closed it and turned to her.

“Essentially we’re cutting a hole in time and space, allowing us to move from one place to another. We can open it as often as we want, but we can’t have it open too long otherwise we’ll loose control.”

“Is thag how you got here so fast? Where is here?”

“In the middle of nowhere lovely, everything here is run by magic.” Your mom smiled.

She greeted Bonnie with a hug and handed you the family grimour.

“Teach her everything she needs.”

“Of course mom.”

“We’re heading out on business, but you know what to do.” Your dad smiled.

Nodded, you waved them off and you got to work.

Over the following week you had Bonnie practice trying to break out the barrier you put around her, but she couldn’t even crack it.

“It’s all about having nature on your side, you try.”

Bonnie recited the spell, a barrier appeared around you, and she smiled happily.

You gave a light knock on it and hummed with a small hug.

“Quite sturdy, I think you’ll be able to trap her.”

“I just need to keep practicing, right?”

“Yeah.”

“How do I bring it down?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.”

Placing your hand on it, it shattered and you beamed and it.

That’s when you felt it, a disturbance at the far end of the one you set up, and you turned in its direction.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Someone is here.”

“Want me to come?”

“Yes please, I may need your help.”

Opening a portal, you both jogged through and down the hill to the end of the barrier, but as you got closer you could see who it was and all you did was sigh.

“Klaus?” Bonnie asked.

His head shot up.

“Leave this place. I don’t know how you found it but you’re not invited.”

“Not until we talk.” He said.

“We’ve got nothing to talk about.”

“I’ll stay here if I have to, but I’m not leaving until we talk.”

“Bonnie you can head back, remember what I taught you?”

“Yeah. I’ll get dinner ready.”

Smiling thanks, you waited for her to leave before turning back to the hybrid.

You walked over and stood right in front of him, arms crossed over your chest.

“What do you want?”

He stepped back and held out his hand with a small smile on his lips.

“Dance with me?” He asked.

“Excuse me?”

“Dance with me.” He repeated.

“I thought no one was desperate enough to ask.” You snapped.

He flinched back slightly and sighed, letting his hand fall back to his head.

“No one is. But I am.”

“You’re desperate?”

“Yes. In fact, I’m desperate for you love. I want you, actually, rather, I need you. So no one may be desperate enough to ask, but I’m glad they’re not, since I’m desperate and perhaps foolish enough to ask after what I ask and did to you.”

“You’re right, you are foolish. Get away from my house.”

You started to walk away.

“What can I do to prove it?” He called.

You scoffed.

“Maybe if you got on your knees and beg mikaelson.”

His pride and ego was too big to let him to that. You were waiting for some sarky comment or an angry remark.

“If that’s what it takes.”

In shock, you turned around.

His eyes locked with yours as he slowly got down on his knees, hands in his lap as he stared at you.

“Here I kneel, my pride aside, for you. So I can tell you that I do in fact love you, but I wasn’t aware you felt the same, I didn’t want you to get hurt, and in the process I hurt you, and I never meant to. I will stay here all night if you wanted me to. If you told me to stay here I would, if you told me to walk to the ends of the earth for you I would.”

You were speechless, you didn’t think he’d actually get on his knees, you didn’t think he was capable of saying anything nice.

Staring at him for a few seconds, you walked a little closer.

“If you want me to beg for you then fine. I am begging you (Y/N), right here and now, to say you love me.”

He stayed on his knees and never moved and inch.

Turning around, you stared walking again.

You heard Klaus sigh, and mumble something about leaving you alone.

“Come on.” You called.

“Excuse me?” He asked.

“Come on.”

You stopped and turned to face him.

He was unsure at first, and he placed his hand on the barrier to show he couldn’t but he stumbled through it, and within a second he was right in front of you, your face between his hands.

“I will love you from now until the end of my life.” He whispered.

Leaning down, he softly kissed you and you quickly responded, arms going around his neck to pull him closer.

Klaus pulled away first, kissing your nose and forehead, before he smiled softly down at you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t dance with you.” He whispered, “and I’m sorry for everything I did and said.”

“I won’t forgive you so easily, but you can start making it up to me.”

“Anything sweetheart.” He smiled.

You nodded and took his hand in yours, opening a portal to take you both back to the house were Bonnie was waiting outside with a small smile on her face when you guys approached.

Klaus looked at you, and he couldn’t help but smile.

He hurt you, yes, but he was going to do anything he could, anything you asked to make it up to you. Even if it meant getting on his knees for the whole world to see and begging for your forgiveness

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