#because growing up that was almost the only time it wasn't unbearably hot for a run and it was his solace away from his loud family

[fromiftowhen]

Bradley's a real sunset bitch and Jake's a real sunrise ho, and nope, I won't elaborate any further.

#hangster #sereshaw #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #jk sure I will #Jake loves a good sunset too especially with Bradley by his side and a cold beer and the waves hitting the shore #but the early morning is his time - he's up and halfway through a five mile run before Bradley is even conscious most days #because growing up that was almost the only time it wasn't unbearably hot for a run and it was his solace away from his loud family #and now it's just part of his routine (and Bradley being in bed all sleep rumpled and groggy and then following him into the shower doesn't #and Bradley loves a good sunset because his parents loved a good sunset #and growing up his mom would take him out to the ocean just in time for the sunset - no matter how long a day she'd had - #when she needed to feel close to his dad again #it was the last place she asked to go before she was too ill to leave the house (Bradley wrapped his arm around her waist and supported her #and now every sunset reminds him of her and his dad - but mostly the memories are happy now #and Jake helps make sure of that #Bradley has lost count of how many times Jake's sandy fingers have cupped his cheek for a sunset kiss

[badbtssmut]

Hi my love! I missed you and I really wanna request something. Only, of course if you want to take my request. I know they are closed, but I’m hoping once you get your rest you’ll be back cause I NEED YOU BACK. best bts smut writer on this damn platform.

my request is jimin x fem!reader where he fucks her on the couch because they were watching a really sexual movie together. He realizes that y/n made him watch it on purpose just to be fucked so he fucks her rough (when I say rough, I mean fucking ruthless!) maybe he spits in her face (sorry) degrading, and a little slapping/spanking. If you’re comfortable.

ily so xx

Admin: 😍 ily princess, you’re the sweetest, I missed you too, thanks for the request, it’s hot 🤭

Warning: mention of the penetration ‘almost becoming unbearable’ in one sentence

Note: This is a replacement request, anons please remember that requests sent after they’re closed get deleted ❤️

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“This is what you were hoping for, hm?” You could barely hear his voice above the sounds your bodies were making as they connected again and again, wet slaps punctuating each word. Your body was buried into the couch cushions by the sheer weight of the man above you, the fingers wrapped around your throat keeping you into place as he fucked you into the couch, your body sandwiched in between the soft fabric underneath you and his warm body pressed against yours.

You couldn't move and you didn't want to, instead relishing in the fact that all you could do was lay there and let him use you however he saw fit.

“Dirty whore, your needy pussy was perfectly made to take this cock.” Jimin pulled his hand away from your throat, before his palm came into contact with your cheek in a sharp slap.

“Ah!” You gasped out, surprised at the sudden sting and the slight tingle it left. In the background, you could faintly hear the erotic scene playing on the movie that you suggested to watch with Jimin. You knew that it would’ve worked, but you didn’t realize how quickly he would be fucking you.

“Why are you so good at taking cock, hm? Who else had this pretty pussy, huh?” His words were laced with jealousy, his fingers moving to grip onto your face tightly, watching you in silence. “Well?” Your boyfriend stopped thrusting into you, keeping his cock inside of you as he sat still.

“No… nobody, Jimin. It's only yours, I promise!” You whined, growing impatient at the fact that he wasn't moving anymore. You needed his cock, preferably forcing its way into your soaked pussy and stretching it.

Jimin smirked down at you, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. The sudden gentleness that he showed after being so rough threw you off guard, but the kiss was nice.

“Yeah? So you are naturally this good at taking cock?” He kissed you again, this time with more force and his tongue licked your lips, demanding access.

You granted it, letting him taste every corner of your mouth as he pulled back. Without waiting for your answer, he started to trust into you again. “Fuck.” Jimin breathed out. “You are so fucking greedy, can’t just get enough, always need more cock don’t you?” He taunted you. “Take. It. Take it, whore.” He gripped onto your hips, keeping you in place as he fucked you.

You could barely think straight as you felt his cock pound into you over and over again, your mind going blank with pleasure.

“Mm, look at you, aren’t you the sluttiest girl of town? Fuck, I’m going to fill you up and you’ll take it, no? That's what whores like you are for. Right, baby?” Jimin asked, before he spat in your face.

That was it.

Your orgasm washed over you, and you shook and shuddered in his arms as he continued to fuck you through your climax, not even thinking about stopping or slowing down. You whimpered as you rode out your orgasm, the pleasure overstimulating your senses as he kept going.

You couldn’t speak, your mouth only hung open as you took his cock over and over again, the feeling of his cock stretching out your tight pussy almost becoming a little unbearable.

Jimin gripped onto the couch cushion next to your head, holding on tightly as his thrusts grew uneven and sloppy. He was close, and you could tell by the way he was beginning to moan. With one last thrust, you felt his cock twitch inside of you and he grunted, his hips coming to a slow stop as he stayed buried inside of you. You could feel his hot cum fill you up, and you shuddered, laying still as he filled you up.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer, peppering his face into kisses.

You didn’t want this night to end.

#bts smut #bts requests #bts x reader #bts smut requests #bts fanfic #bts smut fanfic #jimin smut request #Jimin x female reader #Jimin x y/n #Jimin x you

[orphicrose]

What about rdr2 van der Linde Gang with a reader who stutters? I can imagine the reader being mostly quiet because of it, but at sind point they have to talk and I know people especially back then would make fun of it (Micah) and the gang standing up for reader.

He had it coming ( Camp x Fem!Reader)

Thank you for the request! I did do some research before i wrote this to make sure it was as realistic as possible. But i do apologies if it isn't so please let me know if i wrote it badly!

Warnings ! Micah, bullying, name calling.

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The sad truth that a lot of people had to face during this era, was that nothing outside of social norms was taken seriously. Things like disabilities, appearances, or even sexuality, greeted with a mocking laugh or worse. Far worse. If you were lucky enough, you'd only be laughed at. But that didn't make it any better. The stereotypical cowboys that you were stuck with didn't make it easier. It's just one of those things you'd either accept or suppress over time.

In this situation, y/n suppressed it. Heavily. Growing up being beaten with insults, or fists because of it. The van der linde gang was somewhat outside of stereotypes, though. A lot of the members from all across the world; black, natives, Hispanic. Then there was Bill, everyone knew he played for the other team, despite the harsh denying and homophobia in return. But the point it, y/n got lucky with falling in with this specific group. Making judgements hard to give.

Y/n's 'issues' lied in her speech, being born with a stutter. It wasn't cute or dainty, it was annoying. What made it worse, the anxiety surrounding it. Sometimes she didn't stutter at all, around people like Arthur or Hosea. But around Micha, it was so much worse. Unbearable, even. The ignorance surrounding that man was almost unbelievable, even for the 1800s.

"Mornin, miss l/n" She was approached by a muscular shadow blocking the sun light from her position on the floor.

"Morning Arthur" Her smile infectious as he took a seat next to her, leaning back against a tree and pulling hit hat over his face. Shielding his eyes from the light. "Busy day today?"

He grunted, shifting in the soft lemoyne mud. "Uncles got a job set up" he failed at suppressing a laugh "Dunno how well it's gonna go."

Y/n chortled, imagining old Uncle out doing some real work. "We-well good luck. I'm glad I'm not joining y'all" her eyes returned to the easy reading of her book that Mary-Beth had lent to her.

Arthur hummed, relaxing in the hot air for as long as he could before his name was called to action.

"Arthur!" That wasn't uncles voice. He lowered his hat to see a nasty looking individual unfortunately strolling towards his direction.

"What do you want, Micah" His voice held hostility, reasonable hostility, as the greasy haired mans face was blinded by a ray of sunshine. Y/n huffed, clutching at the book harder to distract herself.

"Wanted to know what you're ta-ta-ta-talking about" He mocked y/n, without any subtleness about it. Y/n remained quite. It was sad to admit in any situation, but she had grown used to the constant mocking.

"Theres no need for that, is there?" Arthur raised to his feet without hesitation. Moving to get in Micahs face. Any excuse to punch him in the nose was a good excuse in his eyes,

"Now, now, Mister Morgan" The rat put his hands up in surrender, backing away with that smug grin still on his face. "It's just a harmless joke. No need to go out guns a blazin'"

"It's not supposed to be harmless, is it?" Arthurs fists clenched under his anger. Y/n rising to her feet behind him and putting a hand on the back of his shoulder.

"I-it's okay. Ar-Arthur" She mumbled, to which Micah laughed. Before he got the chance to get in the last word. Arthur had landed a heavy hit square in his face. Not wasting any time to wind it up before landing on his nose. Micah fell to the floor and began wailing about how his nose was broken. An audience soon formed around the rat writhing on the floor. Not much sympathy to be shared, but knowing glances at one another. Quiet laughs and 'he had it comings' shared between them before Dutch marched over. Clearing the group and making sure he was ok.

"Arthur, we've talked about this"

"I know, i know Dutch but-"

"The last thing we need right now is our gang turning against each other!"

Y/n could hear the two arguing in Dutch's tent, biting at her nails with worry. It was her fault, she thought. A hand landed on her back, spinning to see tilly with a sad smile.

"Its okay" She offered. "That rat had it coming. Arthur did everyone a favor" just thinking about him on the floor, in pain, brought serotonin to her.

"I-I guess" y/n mumbled

"No need to be ashamed, darlin" she took y/ns hands in hers. "you're perfect as is".

#red dead redemption arthur #red dead fandom #red dead redemption fanfiction #red dead online #camp x reader #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 x reader #arthur morgan #tilly jackson #micah bell #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #tilly x reader #arthur angst #rdr2

[sillyromance]

Heres a fun request. How about heatwave being stubborn and clingy to his prey?(aka the reader?)

Good day, dear anonymous!

I'm really sorry that it took so long to write this - I was emotionally burn out, so it was hard to force myself doing anything... However, finally, It's finished!

Hope you enjoy!

The deal.

- Hey, let me out!

-...

- "Earth calls Heatwave!"

- Nope.

- Heatwave, it's not right! I can't sit here all day!

- I said "No"! You'll stay in there as long as it's needed. You're grounded after all!

You kicked the wall in front and frowned, crossing your arms.

Pumpkin head! He won't get away with this...

You almost fell into the fire while helping him and Kade to put it out from a building in the center of the town that morning. You was caught just in time, coughing out smoke getting into your lungs and violently eating your eyes. Though you didn’t quite understand what happened because literally at the next moment you were thrown into the pitch darkness. Something big and wet was moving quickly underneath, efficiently coating you in sticky liquid rapidly pouring into the room. That was a minute when you figured out the situation. But, before you could even think to protest, the bot's glossa bent deftly - you shrieked, sliding down like a skier via icy snow. Your legs and torso were unceremoniously dragged into tight, humid space with a powerful, demanding gulp, your arms securely held to your sides. So, the only thing that could do was to grunt in irritation as your huge robotic partner forced you down his throat, tracing a moving bulge passing through his thick neck and chest - and feeling as you were wriggling grumpily.

You arrived in the fueltank. Being released from the uncomfortably strong grip of the esophagus, you stretched your arms and legs, then curled up, allowing the organ to give you its usual snuggly "check-up". Frankly, it wasn't so bad; you relaxed, adrenaline leisurely washing away from your veins and your pulse normalizing. The walls gleamed with soft blue glow; its deep, calm hue was the best treatment for your sore eyes. Cool air flowing around Heatwave's internals healed your poisoned lungs. The living metal kneaded upon your tiny form, harmless gurgles and confident, measured sparkbeat being soothing and luring as always. You even gave yourself a chance to pass out for a half of an hour or so; this short sleep session refreshed you perfectly after the great distress you experienced.

However... As you woke up, you began to wonder. Time was passing, and so impatience was slowly growing in your chest. Of course, it was good to take a break from everything, but you had never been a lazy butt! Peace, when it lasts for too long, is demoralizing and fatal for a person, especially for as energetic one as you were. So, finally, you couldn't wait any longer. And even if you wasn’t so active – everyone could get bored sitting cooped up and thinking if they were getting out at all!

That was when you two had this short conversation.

You knew, he was just too caring even if he didn't want to admit it. Heatwave could be deadly annoying and irascible, sometimes even rude; despite all his positive characteristics all the people around were absolutely agree on the point that he had an unbearably "hot" temper.

Regardless, no one else could be as thoughtful and caring as he was to those he loved, especially to you. No doubt, dating someone like him could cause terrible headaches... But these relationships truly worth it.

And still, that time he crossed the line.

- Jerk... - You crawled away from the front wall as far as you could and sat down in the corner, hugging your knees. You saw the silhouette of his servo searching for you from the outside, but you was too exasperated to let him touch you now.

Slight swaying of your chamber stopped; he stood still.

- I can hear everything, you know? - The mech grunted; it was simple to recognize he was insulted.

- Very glad to know. Live with it. - You hissed. Temptation to hit him once more was strong, however you kept yourself from this action. There was no need in pushing the limits of his patience.

Heatwave just snorted and continued… whatever he was doing. You could only catch muffed sounds of your friends' voices laughing and chatting outside. Though, it was clear that the building would require modernization; well, Boulder and Graham would be glad to provide good help with that. The fire was gone, all people were safe and sound...

Suddenly, you recalled the moment when that damn board cracked under your feet and you almost collapsed right into the flame. You didn't even have time to get frightened back then. However, the vivid memory made your heart skip a beat. The suit wouldn't let your body to get burnt instantly... But it didn't mean you could escape easily either. What if you was alone? The wall was high enough as well as the risks that you would break an arm or a leg if you truly fell down. Toxic gases, heat, injuries and tormenting death were the real things which awaited you at that hell. So, didn't your lover do the right thing encapsulating you here? Of course, it seemed a little bit extreme. But his reaction was purely logical after all.

While such thoughts were circulating in your head, the atmosphere outside calmed down. Quite soon it became obvious you and Heatwave stayed alone. He was walking; considering the distance between the area of the accident and the location of the base, you felt even more grateful to him for not transforming into the vehicle mode - though it wouldn't do you any damage, such experience couldn't be called pleasant since you would be thrown into the walls for a hundred times...

You gave the fueltank a softer look. You did come here often, actually. This wrinkly, warm room turned into your private spot where Heatwave sometimes hid you from the rest of the world. He wasn't a fan of going out like other couples did; he must be thinking it was ruining his authority and the image of a severe, stoic bot he always tried to be. However, you two found a way to satisfy your great need in cuddles without Heatwave feeling embarrassed – and going even more red than he had already been.

... That was the reason why there were moments when you "disappeared" from the station. Although, everyone knew (or predicted) where you could be found.

It was like a piece of cake to forget about all the troubles while lying in the bed of alive squishy flesh and listening to the sounds of complicated work happening around. The mech didn't admit this, but he liked the sensation of your weight moving around his fueltank and giving him some nice internal rubs; your presence stabilized his thoughts, made him confident and calm because he was "in charge" of the situation. Losing control was Heatwave's the greatest fear. But feeling you inside him, under the layers of his thick armor, in the place no one could reach you provided him with a comforting knowledge of full responsibility. Nothing could go wrong – he wouldn't allow it.

Protection. All the autobots had sworn to protect humanity, but here was an exceptional situation. You inevitably felt that it was safe to rely on the red bot since the very first day of your partnership with Heatwave. He did everything in his powers to defend you no matter secretly or officially. As he was opening up for you and you both were carefully growing feelings for each other, one day it appeared he was constantly nervous about you could suddenly... die. It wasn't a maniacal obsession with the idea, but more likely a hyper-cautiousness. There were so many threats around people who were so small and fragile. Marota's machines reminded him of the war his brothers in arms had to fight in... It was similar to how he watched after Cody. Surely, such attitude seemed offensive to you from time to time - you weren't a child after all! But he was genuinely worried. That made him swallow you in a sec that time too.

And that shall be respected.

You crawled out of your gap and moved closer to the front wall again. Once you gently stroked it with your lap, the place shivered and tightened around you, the fueltank giving you a lovely hug.

He noticed the change.

- Heatwave...

- Hm?

- I'm sorry.

The sparkbeat above you fastened up, though the bot didn't answer. Fighting with anxiety rising deep inside - apologizing was definitely the hardest thing in the universe - you continued rapidly, still caressing slick, blue muscles holding you.

- I really am... I shouldn't have behaved like that. I know you're mad at me being such a clumsy person - I will be more careful next time. Please, don't go crazy about what happened. I promise, I can stand for myself.

The giant remained silent for some more time; his large hand slightly poked at your tiny figure, then laid firmly at his waist – you could sense its comforting pressure from the outside. Heatwave softly chuckled.

- I know. I should apologize too. You're not a baby, you know... Just, watch where you step. Deal?

- Deal.

You smiled, nuzzling into the flexible flesh wrapping you entirely like a thick blue blanket, and didn’t notice as you dozed off again, snuffing peacefully while sleeping...

#soft vore #extreme cuddling #safe vore #transformers vore #transvoremers #willing pred #unwilling prey #protective vore #tfrb vore #sfw vore

[anantaru]

𝗪𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗠𝗘 !

˖˚˳⊹ heizou watching you get fucked feat. thoma : heizou x gn! reader x thoma

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : dubcon (watches you w/o consent) : voyeurism

that familiar cold feeling washed over you with a wave that was staggering. Your jacket was hanging loose over your shoulders lazily as you took the hem to muffle your face into its warmth. Your face turns warm, the heat turning through your bones and beyond - under your ribcage was your heart, pounding rapidly by the sight before you.

the door to your thoughts closed off every single doubt you have felt as the lust swarmed amongst the stiff air around you. Thoma's figure hovering over you with such an intense stare, he was inspecting every nook and cranny of your body, touching you with such utmost care, not daring to overstep any boundaries with you. He was quickly with disposing of both of your clothes and to say Thoma's body wasn't from the heavens would be a blatant lie.

he was beautiful and his features illuminated the dimmed room while the pain between your legs got almost unbearable for you to witness.His face had a faint amount of blush on it, his brows narrowed as his soft lips pranced sexily towards the crook of your neck, taking in the scent of your body, licking all the way down to your collarbone and biting down harshly, making you hiss through clenched teeth.

you were certain he was smirking against your skin, relishing in the feeling that you were his, and his only. He knew you loved it when he was teasing you, who wouldn't? It has already been some time where you were intimate with Thoma. Due to you both being extremely busy it wasn't easy to keep up with your human desires.

yet today he invited you to him, the cold of his office-room was almost unbearable but Thoma made sure to make it extra comfy for the both of you. Too much time went by without him being able to feel you and connect with you, so he naturally thought about everything and handled the preparations himself.

controlling your body’s reactions was way too easy for him, your burning desire towards him was enough to motivate you to moan against every kiss he placed on your delicate skin, lips agape while your eyes pressed close together. His crushing presence was something else and it made the aching pain in between your legs even worse. You unconsciously humped against his growing bulge in which he voiced out the most beautiful moan you've heard of him yet, an angelic tone in your opinion.

your hands didn't waste any more time to play with his soft locks and push him against your lips, the groan thoma allowed himself to express was vibrating your whole body that you couldn't help but press the heels of your feet against his behind to pull him closer into your embrace. 

thoma quickly obliged but not before reaching in between your bodies to play with your wet sex, smearing the juices you produced all over your thighs. You bit down on your lower lip, hard enough to draw blood as you threw your head back in pleasure. You looked like a lustful masterpiece to him, so fucking hot, if he wouldn't practice his composure every once in a while he would've emptied himself right here and there.

what was going on through Thoma's mind? No one knew but how did he feel in between your legs like that, playing with your throbbing sex while a soft smile decorated his lovely face, small dimples visible on either side of his pinkish lips.

he wanted to know so badly. Because the truth is, someone was watching you for quite some time now. To say he grew obsessed with you wouldn't even be an understatement. There wasn't a moment he didn't check up on you whenever he thought about himself being your lover. Yet, he never dared to step any closer to you, scared that you'll notice the love he is expressing every time in a heart beat. 

heizou wondered, why you would touch Thoma‘s defined stomach all the time, feeling it while he pounded into you, yet your eyes never lost their focus. Did you like it that much? Was it beautiful to you? Would you touch him too if he asked? Would your hands stroke over his growing bulge and play with him. So playful and dirty, he clicked his tongue.

with every sinful tone you voiced, the growing erection in his pants was becoming something so insatiable, Heizou wasn't certain if he would be able to get satiated by looking at you alone. He slowly ran his cold hand over the bulge in his pants and hissed out, the phenomenon of becoming hard like that was new to him, he never experienced it that advanced before and it sort of intrigued him. Sure, he had his fair share of hook-ups but fuck, was he hard today, his tip leaking angrily, begging for some sort of release.

still, as he watched Thoma push in and out of your hole he was certain it would feel heavenly to be inside of you and explore every nook and cranny of your lovely body himself.Heizou wouldn’t stop until every hole of yours was filled with his seed and then he would watch it leak out of you in the utmost sinful way he could possibly imagine, and he was creative when it came to the imaginations he shared in his thoughts.

it didn't matter to him if it's your hole or your mouth, the only thing that was truly important to him was to make you taste his seed and being barely able to swallow it all up. Slowly pushing his pointer finger in his glove to get rid of it, exposing the flawless skin underneath, finger muscles flexing in the moonlight.He trailed off, eyes twitching as he disposed of his belt, reaching into his pants and holding his hard erection against his palm, wrapping his fingers around the shaft.

he bit down on his cheeks as he pumped it from the base up, tilting his head back, choking out your name in repeat. He was silent though, barely a whisper only hearable for himself. "Ah-" he thrusts his pelvis up to meet his hand halfway, leaning onto the wall so he'd still be able to watch you become a complete mess under the person he despised the most. How dare he touch you like this, so filthy and familiar, he couldn't wait till he was able to make you his, maybe then you'll be that eager to swallow his load. 

he became quicker in his movements as he heard how loud you have become, you must be close by now, how cute, he thought to himself. Biting down on his lips he closed his eyes for a moment to relish in the sinful feelings he was experiencing.

one hand leaning against the wall while pounding rapidly into his hand, lulling his head back as his release finally overwhelmed him. He leaned his head on the cold wall while he choked out moans that got muffled by his sleeve, hearing how you scream the name he'd be stealing soon, coming undone yourself.

heizou's eyes kept being shut for a moment to gather himself. After a while he looked down to watch his hand being coated by his own seed, glistering over his softened member. Fuck, if only you were here on your knees in front of him. He would've pushed it between your lips to make you clean him up properly. You, on your knees, naked and playing with your own heat while taking him in like a good little specimen.

that particular thought alone made him almost come undone again. "Thoma, I'm cold." flustered, his breath hitched unconditionally. "I think I heard something." Footsteps echoed through the cave and got closer with each step. Heizou tugged himself inside his pants quickly to hide in midst the shadows before anyone could discover him in such pitiful state. Picking up his glove before leaving, but he wouldn't be gone for too long. He would make sure that next time it was him who would fill you up that fucking nicely.

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#cw voyeurism #cw dubcon #heizou smut #genshin heizou #shikanoin heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou #heizou x reader #thoma smut #thoma x reader #genshin impact thoma #genshin thoma #shikanoin heizou smut

[dimepdf]

Hi I love your fics❣️ I was wondering if you were doing requests if you are could I get a nervous virgin argyle like he scared to tell the reader he’s a virgin

𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄. + 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐘𝐋𝐄

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. when you found out about your shy boyfriend, Ari, being a virgin, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

pairing. argyle x reader

word count. 1.9k

genre and warnings. virgin!sub!argyle, nicknames (Ari), afab reader, consent is sexy, body worship, stretch marks are fucking normal, mentions of masterbateion, cute comfort, first times, boobs, slight nipple play | — sorry if this is mid. my brain has been all scrambled because of covid but i'm recovering so theres nothing to worry about!

When it came to the thick of it, Argyle would happily admit his lack of knowledge when it came to the other sex.

You’d think that being his first (and hopefully only) girlfriend would help him gain a little more experience with how to deal with things.

Nope. 

All in his head was looming insecurity and constant anxiety feeding into his thoughts, despite you guys being a well-rounded and understanding couple Argyle always just felt sort of off during more sexual situations. 

He felt sort of silly even bringing it up to his other best friend, Jonathan, to whom he would talk about every lightbulb in his head.

He would just constantly second guess himself when dealing with his more attentive emotions, like most of his worries. 

You were quick to comfort him when the truth was revealed that you too weren’t a virgin. 

It was like he had discovered an entirely new side of you.

"It just wasn't really much of a big deal for me, but I prefer to do it with someone that I know actually cares about me for me, you know?" Were the words spoken from your lips that seemed to strangle on loop in the back of his mind. 

You also suggested him being your special someone.It was like you had purposely pulled at his heartstrings only to leave him all muddled up in his thoughts.

Argyle also just wasn’t really the worrying type of guy. 

The moment his heart started beating a little too fast over something, he would always just turn the corner and light one up to put himself at ease. 

But since he started dating you, Argyle had decided that he needed to start taking a more direct approach with his emotions, but that didn't mean he wasn't fucking nervous about it.

The entire day that you two hung out, it was clear to you that something was on Argyle’s mind. 

His spacing out more than usual, and his not rambling about the band members from his favorite songs when you slotted in his favorite cassette, clued you that something else was happening in his head. 

Unbeknownst to you, Argyle was just so fucking horny, it was bad.

From the moment you stepped down into his basement, he had to catch himself from drooling at the way your denim jeans hugged against your plump thighs.

His eyes trance up the stretch marks behind your knees all the way to the curve of your ass.

How soft your skin felt everywhere he touched you in comparison to him. You were just so fucking hot, It was almost unbearable, causing the growing issues to tighten against his bright graphic jeans.

Now Argyle wasn’t totally innocent, but he would forever take to the grave that the main source material that got him going in the comfort of his bedroom was the picture that you two had taken on your first anniversary.

It was a polaroid of you at the arcade.

Your attention was pulled away for a split second, looking up at the camera, the beam making your dilated eyes glint with a dark, alluring stare.

Your mouth parted open, capturing a second of your mouth curving into a smile. Just inches below was the slight expose of your breast in a dark band shirt that was actually one of his.

"Ari? You okay?" You asked, waving your hand in front of his face, his lashes fluttering before you, giving you a confused glance, "What's up with you? You’ve been looking stuck all day." Your soft tone makes him welt with even more guilt.

"Ah, sorry—it’s just, I don't know, dude, it's so hard to think normally around you sometimes." He began to roll his eyes, his head leaning back in embarrassment.

 "I mean, Y/n, you're just always so hot, and I'm... well, I'm just me." As you repositioned yourself to sit facing him, Argyle watched as your brows furrowed and your mouth opened only to close again before you grunted out a sound of confusion.

"Do you, like…want to have sex with me?" Finally, looking at each other, Argyle felt himself react, nodding his head before all the blood could rush from his brain to his dick.

"Right now?" you chuckled, looking around the basement converted bedroom, brick walls covered in plastic posters and neon designed tapestries hinting towards his smoking hobby. 

The mismatched furniture placed oddly around the room had no consistency in a solid color palette, all just pieces that he could manage to move down his stairs from yard sales.

Truly, his bedroom looked exactly how you would expect it to when you looked at Argyle.

“Well only if that's okay with you, you know, cause we don't—” 

“I want to.”

“Oh okay, cool…thanks”

He couldn't believe that it was actually happening. As your lips met, he let you take the lead. The kiss deepened as you crawled into his lap. He is gently guiding his hands around the bone of your hips, grinding them down into his jeans.

For him, it was all just wonderful sensations reacting to your simple touch. Embarrassingly enough, Argyle didn't bother to cover the whimper that passed from his lips, your kiss swallowing the sound as you continued to explore his mouth with your tongue.

When you had pulled away, Argyle didn't care how desperate and needy he looked from the reflection of him in your dark eyes. 

His face flushed a pale hue of pink. No matter how many times he had made out with you, it had always seemed like the first time.

You were the first to recover any article of clothing, grabbing the hem of your graphic t-shirt (that he had recognized was his, by the way) and pulling it over your head. "Oh wow," Argyle muttered. His tone, almost a whisper, as you chuckled at his reaction.

His eyes were glued to your bra the moment that the floral lace was revealed. The light baby blue color against your skin looked like art.

The underwire pushing your plush breast up as a small white fabric bow sewn in the middle almost made him drool.

"Just go at your own pace." You lean in to whisper in his ear, the warmth of your breath against his skin making his hips shamelessly thrust up into you.

Argyle gulps, his fingers trembling at your side as he tries not to slip from reality, heArgyleng the sound of his heartbeat drumming against his chest.

"You wanna take this off for me?" you asked, tugging on the collar of his shirt.

Argyle complies with your request, removing his hands from your body to struggle free of the shirt and throw it aside as if he were in a trance.

He shifted nervously at the feeling of your eyes scanning over his body, watching your glance down from his chest trailing over his belly, and following his dark happy trail to the button of his jeans.

"You're so pretty, Ari." You blurted it out before you could even think about it first, your stare holding meaning as you both couldn't help but crack a smile at the compliment.

Despite being born and raised in the heat of California, Argyle has never felt so hot in his life. It was like your touch was melting the moment your fingers pressed against his flesh.

A shift of position had you laying with your back against the sofa, your neediness for each other being enough to ignore the annoying springs poking against your back, tilting your head up to kiss him once more.

Argyle slotted himself between your thighs, pathetically grinding against your leg, his body struggling to handle the feeling of his dick being touched by anything else other than his palm.

His dick was throbbing in his jeans, his arm resting beside your head as the other shimmed himself from the denim prison. 

You were quick to copy him with your shorts Argyle moans with contentment at the feeling of him grinding against your barely clothed cunt.

The makeout became more sloppy as the sensation of you rutting against his dick caused his thoughts to become foggy. 

Argyle was surprised he was even lasting this long because of how intense the feeling was building inside of him.

He was praying to whoever was listening to let him hold out long enough. He wanted to take his time, to take everything in.

You trailed kisses down the smooth of his jaw down to his neck, your lips latching onto his skin as your tongue danced against the curve of his neck.

He was almost turned into putty from how you nipped and bit at his body. He fingered through his long dark hair as it draped over your face like a dark curtain.

“Can you touch me?” 

Argyle nods goofily as you sit up with your back against the armchair of the couch, watching you unclasp your bra. 

Your nipples are already peaked with arousal, hesitating before leading with his dick. Argyle's hands were quick to caress your breast, his fingers brushing over the hardened bud of your nipples, licking his lips as his gaze was drawn to your chest. 

Sending goosebumps up your entire body, playing with your perky tits, moans escaped your lips as he squeezed them gently. His fingers teased your nipples, pinching them.

"Not too hard, Ari," you moan, combing strands of hair away from his face.

He doesn't even bother to glance at you, his attention entirely focused on tending to your breast. 

When you lean in to kiss him, his eyes only flutter shut. 

"I love you Y/n," Argyle sighed out, as if it had been the heaviest weight he had been carrying on his shoulders.

"I love you too." You wrap your arms around his neck to bring him down for another kiss.

Argyle heistates with his next move, giving it some thought, then sits up on his knees to tug down the waistband of his boxers to free his throbbing erection.

Hard and leaking with precum as he held himself by his base, a soft moan was heard from the both of you as he hooked your panties to the side and sheathed himself between your legs.

You were so warm, the pulsing feeling of you getting used to his length, sucking him to the point where he had felt light-headed.

“Holy shit,” Argyle hummed, lifting the bend of your knee over his shoulder, adjusting himself deeper inside of you. 

His pace was comfortable, not too fast but also not too slow, thrusting his hips deep enough to make you squirm under him.

"Shit, Ari…You're so deep." You moaned. As his pace picked up faster, Argyle let out a grunt, happy that his parents forced him to move to the basement, where he would be able to be as loud as he possibly wanted without them walking in on you guys.

"I’m sorry," Argyle whimpers, his head ducking into your neck as he humps against you. "You feel so fucking good Y/n." His eyes squeeze shut, only the sound of whimpering and skin-on-skin echoing through the room as his hips snap against yours.

“Y/n I’m—”

"Me too, Ari just let it go." His thrust became almost primal from how rough he thrust in and out of you, your walls clenching around his length.

The pure feeling of intense pleasure washed over the both of you, Argyle shortly falling slack as he panted against your neck.

“Dude, did you just cum inside of me?”

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[spikesbimbo]

Paring: Aone x f!reader

Summary: wet dream, or not?

Tags: dilf!aone, housewife!reader, sleepy late night sex, spooning, daddy kink, soft sweet sex, creampie,

wc: 1.6k

a/n:  Aone is 38, reader is 24 bc i said so

part of the dilf collab

18+ minors dni

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“Thank you honey.” he muttered, wiping the sweat of his forehead, wanting to kiss those lips of yours so bad, but not wanting to get your precious skin dirty, and the way his coworkers were looking at the two of you meant he already had it coming.

Wondering how he got such a pretty thing, knowing you had to be at least half his age. Your pretty smile brightening the area around you as you clung onto his arm, having no shame in your affection for him. The constant teasing was worth it though if it meant he got to come home to you every night.

Grabbing the lunch out of your hands that he forgot this morning after you gave him a ‘good morning kiss’ before he left. Calling him saying you would bring it to him after seeing the box wrapped in the fabric laying on the counter, convincing him instead of buying snacks from the convenience store. 

Your sundress blowing in the wind that must feel so good to him right now, not wanting his eyes to leave you as you unfortunately had to go. Looking at the scruff on his face after not shaving this morning because you made him run late, the way his arms barely fit around his white shirt, the soft smile he gave you as his fingers were tracing your hand had you swooning. 

Muttering out a quick thank you again as he was about to turn around before you got on your toes meeting his lips with yours, seeing that they were minding their own business now,  just wanting some affection from your husband as earlier wasn't enough.

Catching him off guard as he gave in, a tint appearing on his cheeks, not embarrassed, never because of you, but because of him. The fact that your pretty little self was with him had people turning their heads, purposely going out of your way to show everyone the ring on your left hand. Being so proud that you had him, as he was with you.

Giggling as you left him there frozen, blowing him a kiss as you started walking away. The wind feeling cool on your skin as you walked home, mind still racing with him like he was the only thing you knew. 

__________________

Resting your head on the pillow, legs propped up on the couch, eating the takeout after he texted you he'd be home late so you didn't have to worry about him. Heart slightly cracking when you read the words, understanding as you knew his job had weird hours, this not being the first time it's happened. 

Eyes getting heavy as you watched the tv under the dim lights, the food growing cold as you haven't touched it in a while, resting on the table beside the vase of flowers he got you the other day. Head hurting as you laid down, eyes quickly closing after being tired doing nothing but waiting for him all day, vision quickly growing black. 

Waking up to your husband's touch, shifting in his hold as he carried you to the bedroom. Laying you down as he changed his clothes, quickly getting into bed with you. Your warm weight clinging onto him as a natural instinct, letting out a quiet groan as you realized you were snuggling into his chest, turning your face up while blinking slowly at him.

“What time is it?” You asked uncurling yourself from him.

“9:14.”

“You just got here?” You asked, missing the usual “Honey, I’m home.” as you were knocked out.

He knew you were gonna worry about him, as your sweet self did. Whispering softly into your ear as his hands wandered down to your sides, soothingly rubbing them trying to get you to go back to sleep. “Yeah...i just got back.”

The pout of your face said enough as you moved yourself up to be face to face with him. “You need to take a break baby. c'mere”

Pulling him into your chest, sighing as he let you. Thinking it was cute to be scolded by someone whose face was still puffy from just waking up. Slightly smiling as you refused to move your arms even though he could easily get out.

“You okay, shoulders hurt?” you asked running your fingers through his stress induced graying hair, only being able to tell up close due to the white hiding it. Massaging his temples, relaxing his muscles as the embedded frown on his face disappeared.

“Yeah, the usual.” 

Mumbling out “shouldn't be” under your breath as your arms brought him closer into you, wrapping your legs sound his waist, using him like the teddy bear he was. Eyes quickly falling shut at the feeling of his arms engulfing you, running his fingers down your back.

Your senses are hyper aware, sensitive at the slightest touch. Almost overwhelming as your half awake brain takes its time to feel everything. His chest rising against your back, a mewl escaping your lips, shivering at the ghost of his touch.

Unknowingly rolling your hips into his slack body, minding racing with thoughts of him pushing your ankles to your ears. The feeling is unbearable – pussy clenching as you tighten your thighs, an audible whine breaking you out of your trance, along with him.

“You need me love?” his voice hoarse with sleep muttered out. To be honest he was awake at your first movement, still resting his eyes knowing that you move around when you sleep, but when he heard you let out muffled whines he felt awful knowing that he was the cause.

“Y-yea, i-m’sorry daddy” your pitiful voice breaks his heart, so needy that his name didn't even exist in your mind anymore. His brain all foggy trying to formulate a sentence.

“Daddy ain't been payin enough attention to you to the point of you dreaming about it? M’sorry baby” he cooed sliding up his shirt off your waist, tugging your panites down, feeling needier as ever as you rocked your hips.

“M-m’sorry” you whimpered out, ashamed that you greedily woke him up just for your own need, hiding your face in the pillow as his fingers worked their way down to your poor little cunt, so neglected. Your fingers feeling nothing like his cock.

“Shh baby, s’okay let daddy take care of you.” his hot breath whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine while catching your made up protests with his fingers rubbing lazy circles on your clit. “S’my job honey.”

His big frame resting behind you put you at ease as his arm resting under you wrapped its way around your waist, pushing up the shirt even more. Calloused warm hands resting on your tummy as his sleepy eyelashes fluttered on your neck.

“n-nobu… please…” you begged, bit-down nails scratching at his forearm, body working against your mind as you tried to push his hand away.

His voice was raspy as he groaned, giving you what you wanted, never being able to tell his baby no. Warm hands picking up your thigh enough to slide himself in, your lips parting, whimpers coming out as he pulled you down on his cock. 

“Here, Baby. It’s okay… just relax…” he softly groaned as you complied, not wanting to upset him. Letting your body be limp as he started to rock his hips back and forth, 

“There's my good girl, lemme do the work, okay sweetheart? You did such a good job, let daddy take over.” He mumbled into your shoulder as his arm wrapped around you tighter, pulling you to his chest.

Eyes opening fully, the dim alarm light shining on your body covered in a sheen of sweat. You loved how easily he could make you feel good, even on the verge of sleep, warm and quiet in the early hours of the morning. All it took was him mumbling out some praise and the feeling of your cervix getting gently bruised to cum.

“That’s it, baby, god you’re so tight…..I’m gonna cum, love.”

Moving faster as your shared orgasm built, his balls swelling as you tightened around him, panting out. Tongue lolling as silent moans left your mouth, clenching around him more as further around him as he chased your pleasure.

“Y-yeah… fuck… I’m g- gonna, cum, please… nobu. d-daddy please.” you begged, voice cracking as moans interrupted your words.

The feeling of his heat against your back, being completely helpless at his pace, taking him further and further to his release. Vision going black as your eyes rolled back, body shaking as he thrust himself deeper, pleasure overtaking your body as his cum was fucked into you, gasps escaping your mouth. Your body tingling as he finally let you come down from your high.

The weight of your leaning on his arm, the softness of your skin as he rested his head there. Nothing bothering him if you were in his arms, not feeling this at ease in almost a month, the only thing that mattered was cradled against his body. 

“You’re good baby. S’okay, just relax now.”

A small hum left your lips as you pushed yourself into him more. Feeling so comfy and safe here, relaxed against his bare chest, his thick cock stretching you out even soft. Letting yourself relax in his hold as you collapsed next to him.

The room is quiet besides your small breaths growing fainter, the wet sound of his lips against your shoulder, feeling his messy hair tickle you. Your eyes are closed but his aren't, looking at you with a faded look of fondness, head curling into your neck.

He felt the moment you passed out again, your chest rising lighter. Worn out, all the tension drained from you what little tension had remained in him. The only way he could fully rest was with you in his arms, curling into him as he held you tight, nothing was even worth thinking of besides you.

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[lovesickarmin]

janitor!levi has been taking over my brain since this morning. so now this exists <3

not proofread, wc: 2.2k, warnings: brief mentions of cheating and blood

you and levi work the night shift at some big fancy corporate building, never seeing the faces of the people whose offices you clean. it's not a hard job necessarily, but the turnover rate is crazy and you lose coworkers constantly. this isn't anyones dream job, you know? and after 3 or so years, you're practically a veteran there. second only to levi who's going on 8 years.

it's strange though, how the only consistent coworker you have is still practically a stranger to you. during your time here the most you've interacted has been through trivial small talk and curt nods when you walk past one another in the halls or in the breakroom you share.

you admire him though. in fact you've had a bit of a crush on him since you first started. how could you not? he's beautiful. his midnight black hair and steely grey eyes almost took your breath away when you first met him. and now you find yourself charmed by his work ethic and little mannerisms.

you found him intimidating from the start, but after a while you got less nervous around him. co existing with levi had become as natural as breathing over time. his presence has become somewhat comforting to you. you simply like being around him. but you still found it odd how you knew almost nothing about him other than the odd attribute here and there.

you noticed that he likes his tea piping hot with no milk or sugar. black tea seems to be his favorite, and he always holds his cups by the rim. you realized that he hates the winter when he stormed into work looking more annoyed than usual during you first year there, tearing off layer after layer of clothing and cursing under his breath about how fucking freezing it was outside. he likes flowers too, you think. you've seen how he tends to spend extra time outside watering the tulips that grow along the building during the spring and summer. a little silly to do so at night, you think. but it's endearing.

what you don't know is how much he knows about you.

it wasn't like he was trying to get to know you. hell, he thought you were going to be one of the dozens who come and go within a few months. but you stayed. and its impossible to not learn things about someone when you're around them for so long. it doesn't help his efforts that you tend to take breaks the same time as him, and you're always so open and friendly with the new workers. he couldn't tune you out even if he wanted to, and he's not sure that he does.

he knows that you name your plants, and how upset you get when you realize that you forgot to water them. he knows your friends by name, and what restaurants you frequent with them to eat breakfast after your shifts sometimes. he knows about your comfort film, the one you recommend to everyone (and yes he's watched it too. not that he would tell you that of course). he knows how you miss your family, and that you wish you called them more often. and he knows about your boyfriend.

levi was happy for you at first. seeing your face light up when told your other coworkers about him had become the highlight of his day. he couldnt help but smile to himself when he'd hear you giggle when you saw his car outside waiting for you. he always watched as you ran and kissed him before you were even fully in the car.

it made levi feel warm to see you so happy. he thought that it made sense. that people like you were meant to spend your days in that hazy bliss that accompanies love. and he hoped you'd always live like that. because in levis eyes, you deserve it. knowing that you were in that haze somehow made the days he spent alone less unbearable.

but that joyful time only lasted a few months. he isn't sure exactly when you stopped smiling as much. he thinks it was around the time your boyfriend stopped picking you up in the mornings. you'd still talk about him to your other coworkers in passing, but it had been considerably less than before. in fact, you stopped talking much in general. and it got under levis skin.

the breakroom felt cold and empty when it wasn't filled with your bubbly laughter and incessant chattering. the worst part for levi is that you were still there, just not there.

he thought he was going to lose it when you walked into the breakroom at the beginning of the shift this evening. you looked so out of it, and you wouldn't look him in the eyes when you greeted him with a meek 'hey levi' before clocking in and practically bolting out of the room.

levis at a loss now as he stands in the doorway of the break room. he's been looking for you for the last few hours, and you successfully evaded him until now. he still isn't sure what he wants to say to you. so he decides to stand by until he finds the words, or you turn around and force them out of him.

but you don't turn around. you're looking at the open cupboard in front of you, eyes darting back and forth between the various mixed matched mugs trying to find one in particular. and when you finally spot it on the top shelf, you stand on the tips of your toes to reach it. you're so close, your fingers barely brushing against the handle. you jump a little, and you try to grab onto it, but your hand slips.

there's a loud crash when the cup falls to the floor, shattering into pieces on impact. you don't move at first. you just stare at the shards of glass on the floor for a few moments. levis eyes widen when he sees that your form is shaking slightly. he can hear the little sniffles you make as you slowly fall to your knees and start to pick up the pieces.

he feels like he's frozen in place. he doesn't want to make things worse for you, but he can't find it in him to leave. its only when you audibly wince, and he sees the trickling of blood on the floor that he finds his legs moving him towards you.

you don't even notice him until he's kneeling in front of you, one hand gently grabbing onto your wrist and turning your hand until he can get a good look at your palm. you look up at him, and tears roll down your cheeks when your eyes widen. you're quick to wipe your face dry with your uninjured hand.

"levi? i, um..."

"it looks deep. c'mere."

he helps you to your feet and walks you over to the sink. he keeps ahold of your wrist as he turns on the faucet, and places your hand under the cool running water. his body is flush against yours as he stands behind you, and its making your mind fuzzy and his on high-alert. neither of you say anything, instead opting to watch as the bleeding starts to subside.

after a minute or two he turns off the water and grabs a few paper towels. he places them in your hand, grabbing your other hand and placing it on top.

"apply pressure, and sit down."

you do as your told, and levi grabs the first aid kit from one of the cabinets. he pulls a chair over to sit in front of you, your knees almost intertwining as he pulls out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a few cotton balls. he takes your wrist in his hand again, and you're unsure if you've ever been touched this softly before. he removes the bloody paper towels, and dabs one of the soaked cotton balls onto the cut. you clench your jaw as you wince, and levi looks up at you sympathetically.

"i know, this shit stings like a bitch. but it's necessary."

you nod, and take a few deep breathes. it only takes him a few more moments to wrap your hand with gauze and bandages. once he's done, he turns your hand around to admire his work and he brushes his thumb over your knuckles. when he finally looks up at you and meets your gaze, he feels his cheeks start to burn and he lets your hand go promptly.

he gets up and grabs one of the many broom and dust pans, and starts to sweep up the glass. he's dumping the glass into a container when he hears you start to cry again. he walks over to you before kneeling infront of you once again. you're covering your face with you hands, and he tries to be as cautious as possible when he pulls them down.

"is it hurting?"

"no, n-not really..."

he keeps his eyes on yours, giving you the time to tell him when you feel ready. and you want to. you want to tell him how that morning you found out that another woman was keeping your now ex boyfriends bed warm at night when you were here. but saying it out loud makes it real, and you aren't ready for that yet. you don't want to outright lie to him though, so you settle for what tipped you over the edge.

"it's just... that was my favorite cup..."

you know there's no chance that levi actually believes you. but even so, he won't pressure you to talk about it. he knows that theres a time and a place to talk about personal matters. and in the middle of a shift at work isn't one of those times. and he feels there's no grantee you would confind in him anyway. so he indulges you with the slightest of smiles gracing his face.

"ahh, i see. i doubt that a piece of tableware is worth all these tears though, wouldn't you agree?"

you wipe your eyes and to his surprise you let out a small chuckle. your laughter leaves his chest feeling lighter and his stomach fluttering.

"but it was special to me. you gave it to me for the secret santa exchange last year."

it's levis turn to laugh now. its small and barely audible, but it leaves you with wide eyes and a hammering heart. it's a sound you've never heard before. but it's one you'd do anything to hear again.

he almost forgot about that damn tea cup. he wasnt planning on participating in the event. why the hell would he? he wasn't close to any of his coworkers. and expecting someone to get a gift for him seemed ridiculous. he could already see the panic on one of the new hires faces when they pulled his name. he'd be doing them a favor, he thinks.

he was on his way to your supervisors office to take his name off the list when he opened up that little white envelope that held the name of person he was assigned. and seeing your name scibbled on the post-it note inside stopped him in his tracks.

his eyebrows furrowed as he read your name over and over. he isn't sure why he tucked the paper into his pocket as he turned around and walked away from the office. it wasn't like he had an idea of what to get for you. the only reason he got you that cup because he was tired of seeing you burn your hands every time you poured your coffee into the paper cups the company provided.

he didn't expect your face to light up so bright when you unwrapped it. the way you smiled at him and thanked him so genuinely made his heart swell. he remembers how he brushed you off, telling you it wasn't a big deal. but he'd be a damn liar if he said seeing you use it almost daily didn't leave him feeling warm all over.

"you can use one of mine then until you get another."

and you did for a next few days. until you walk into your last shift of the week and see a small white box sitting on one of the tables with your name on a small tag attached to the top. you wait until your coworkers, including levi, disperse and leave the room empty before you open it.

a smile spreads wide across your face as you peer inside. you reach inside and pull out the most beautiful tea cup you've seen. you turn it around in your hands, admiring the gold trim and the ornate floral pattern. you run your fingers along the edge of the rim and hold it close to your chest as you pull out a small piece of paper from the bottom of the box. your smile somehow widens further, and a small giggle escapes you as you read.

try not to break this one, klutz. our job is to clean up messes, not create them. -L

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[thegreatwicked]

Bet You Wish You Had Me Back

The Great Wicked

Summary: Some romances burn hot and hard and threaten everyone around them, some burn fast and others smolder perfectly. This isn’t a smoldering story, nor is it a quick fire. They both knew their fire wouldn’t burn long and that the closer they got to it the hotter it would be. Because when fire is at it’s hottest the flame burns white, but the burn was too tempting for it to only happen once.

Pairing: Shane Walsh/OFC

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: graphic depictions of sex

AN: Story occurs before the zombie-apocalypse, Shane and my OC are in their late twenties. Title taken from Halestorm if you're looking for the feel of the story.

It was you and me and one hot summer

Beading up with sweat all over each other

Soaking wet

We didn't have a lot of time

So we didn't waste much

Found in all the right places

You wanted me to touch

And all those memories

Make it so hard to forget about me

When something unforgettable happens in a small town, it burns into the memory of everyone involved, and the story lives on in infamy. Shane and Austin's story wasn't one of those, it was a well kept secret that only three people knew, Shane Walsh, Austin Walker, and Rick Grimes. In a small town everyone knows everyones business and if secrets are kept then they aren't kept long. The fact that Shane and Austin's secret had been so closely guarded, that only three people knew, was something of a marvel for King County. Some things simply are no one else’s business, some things are so sensational and salacious that they must be guarded and protected. No one knew about that summer after high school graduation Shane Walsh, the local rebel and football star, was very tangled up in the arms of Austin Walker, the chief of Police's daughter.

On the surface, Austin should never have given him the time of day, she was always trying to get out of her small town and away from the prying eyes of its inhabitants. And Shane was far too much of a playboy to ever be tied down to one girl, but it was a facade that he held up well and only one person knew it was all bullshit. Rick Grimes. Shane's best friend, the only one who ever saw the flicker in Shane's eyes whenever Austin was near, the only one who knew that the two of them were perfect for each other and yet couldn't have been more different. Four years of high school football games, baseball games, homecomings, spring formals, finals and spring breaks worth of pent up tension between Shane and Austin, two people who only shared two or three classes together, it was almost unbearable for anyone who could see it. Four years saw their share of relationships and flings and each one was a step further away from what both of them wanted, and the only person who was there to relay what neither of them would say was Rick.

So the summer before Austin left for college and Shane joined the police academy saw a secret wildfire that no one else was privy to. Hot nights spent on the football field long after everyone had long since gone to bed, sneaking out windows and tip-toeing so as not to make a sound. Hurried kisses and fervent touches in the bed of Shane's pick up truck, no one judging them or saying that one was a bad influence or that the other could do better. Nights under the stars talking about anything and everything, but nothing too serious, hot nights spent cooling off in the lake on someone else's property, no silly promises of being together forever, just warm arms to sleep in and secrets that were theirs.

Then the hardest part of growing up happened, the summer ended and it was time to move on. Austin left for college in New York and Shane joined the academy with Rick, no promises to meet again or even that they ever would. But that’s the thing about fire, it's it's own spirit and their kind of fire was so so hot, so dynamic that it could never happen only once, but neither of them could have known that.

OOO

To any of the police officers who worked for him, Police Chief Jim 'Whip' Walker was not a man to cross. He had no time for nonsense or other people's bullshit, he was a hard man from a hard time and expected nothing short of perfection from anyone who worked for him. At times, somewhat humorless and usually wore a hard expression, hopefully devoid of emotion, if not then he was usually angry or at least annoyed. When you earned his respect you had it until you abused it, and very few people did.

There was only one person who had him wrapped around her finger, his daughter. Austin Cherie Walker. Hazel eyes that could either cut to the bone or offer unrequited compassion, auburn hair that warmed the room when the sun caught it, a smile to melt icy exteriors and make friends of enemies and a heart that was open to all. Only Austin could make him smile instantly no matter how angry he was, especially after her mother left and her brother died overseas. Seeing her go off to college killed him, seeing that his baby girl was growing up. It meant that he had become a spectator and worst of all he wasn't able to watch her play ball. A full ride for a baseball scholarship was something he was especially proud of, and he bragged to anyone who would hear him, even if he already had before.

Despite his heart aching when he saw her empty room or the dead grass where she used to park her car, he knew she was in a good place to do great things, so it was a surprise when she showed up at the police station out of the blue with a bag slung over her shoulder. But the shock of seeing his beautiful daughter marred by violent injury quickly crushed him and panic filled his heart.

The paperwork that he'd been holding fluttered to the floor, utterly devoid of purpose now, she'd never disappointed him, not once, and yet here she was looking as though she was in trouble. A healing black eye, several stitches on her forehead, cheek and upper lip, a brace on her wrist, countless scratches and those were just what he could see. For a moment he couldn't speak, all the breath had been pulled from him at seeing his Austin looking like she'd been in the fight of her life. "Who did this?" He hadn't realized that he'd shouted it across the station office, drawing the attention of everyone in the small police station. She'd been hoping for a discreet meeting but no such luck now, she'd guessed that within the hour everyone in town would not only know that she was back in town but that she'd looked like she'd gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson. "Austin?"

"Hey daddy." Despite the shame in her eyes, she forced a weak smile and nodded towards his office. "Can we talk?"

What was said next behind closed doors was hard to tell, only gestures hinted at the conversation, but what wasn't hard to tell was that it was a story that brought the normally iron-willed police chief to tears. Chief Walker rubbed at his face as though he’d just been through the longest day ever, he shook his head multiple times and looked at the ground with his hands on his hips. Austin had her back to the windows of the office so her facial expressions were a mystery but she talked with her hands and eventually produced some papers for her father. He took them and put his reading glasses on carefully analyzing the contents, his brow furrowing with each passing moment. It was bad. He looked both angry and heartbroken. Completely speechless. Even the most hardened police officer who had been with the station longer than most had never seen something so heart wrenching as the police chief blinking back tears and hugging his battered daughter. Austin was well liked, she was polite, smart, kind hearted and did everything in her power to make her father proud. She didn’t have any enemies, she blended well with people from all backgrounds and walks of life. It was only a matter of time before the truth came out.

OOO

"So, I was thinking, if it's ok with you, that maybe I could stay home for a while and rest, you know? My boss said I have some time saved up and said it might be good for me. I know it’s been a while since I’ve been home.” Austin paused, biting her lip briefly. “Hadley said I could stay with her anytime too, so if it's too short of notice-" He cut her off with a single finger in the air and shook his head furiously.

"Absolutely not, you're coming home with me, Austin Cherie." He hugged her tightly but not too tight as to hurt her. "Don't you ever think otherwise, you understand me, young lady?" She nodded, feeling her chest shake from within like it did when you were about to cry. Truth was seeing her father in such turmoil made her want to cry, she swallowed hard and nodded.

"Yes, sir."

"Alright, give me your bag and I'll take you home." There was no arguing that she could get a ride with one of his officers or take a cab, because police chief or not, work be damned, he was taking his daughter home safe and sound.

OOO

In the two weeks since Austin's surprise visit to King County, whispers had naturally begin to circulate as to what had happened, but they were only theories. And each one of them had pissed him off more than the last; an abusive boyfriend, a bar fight, a mugging and assault. He knew a side of Austin that no one else had, and despite their short and secret time together, he knew that Austin was many things but a simple victim wasn’t one of them. Hell, victim wasn’t really even in her vocabulary.

Their time had come and gone yet he found everyday he was fighting the urge to race over to his police chief's house and demand to know what had happened to her. Fighting and getting closer and closer to losing. He hadn't even seen her, hell, he'd avoided any possible chance meeting, much to the chagrin of his partner, Rick.

The hot Georgia sun beat down on the squad car as they sat on the side of the road, watching traffic, checking for speeders and reckless drivers, listening to the CB. The humidity wasn't normally so bad, but when they were in their full police uniforms it was downright hellish. All they could think of was a cold shower, changing over to more comfortable clothes and a cold beer. Their normally sporty banter had been so distant, no topic seemed to stick, not sports, not weather, not work, nothing because they both knew what was really on Shane's mind, no matter how he tried to ignore it. And it had gone on for two weeks and Rick could take it no more.

He looked to his partner and best friend of twenty plus years and shook his head before taking a drink of his bottle of water, Shane hadn’t missed the gesture. He looked over to Rick with an eyebrow raised.

“What's eatin’ you?”

"You gonna be this way the whole damn time?" He finally asked, sick of dancing around the subject,

Looking out at nothing, Shane blinked and looked over to the passenger side where Rick sat wearing an irritated expression. "What’n the hell are you on about, Rick?"

Rick scoffed, "Come on, don't be such a dumb shit about it. You know damn well what I'm talking about." Shane rolled his eyes, trying hard to pretend that he didn't care what Rick was getting at. "You jus' gonna hope you don't see her at all?"

"Who, Leslie?" Shane wasn't always as eloquent with words as Rick was but he knew what he was getting at, trying to act all calm and cool even though he could see the turmoil in Shane's demeanor.

"You're some kinda idiot. You know that?"

"Why this time?" It wasn't uncommon for Rick to call Shane an idiot. "What'd I do?"

"She's all beaten to hell and you're sittin' here pretending that it ain't eating you up inside wanting to know what fool put their hands on her. Just as thick as you were in high school. Wandering around for four years not even seeing that she had a thing for you."

"Jesus, Rick, it was a fling. Last little bit of summer fun before the academy, weren't ever anything more serious than that." He paused, trying to think his way into believing his own bullshit. "Besides, ain't nobody would've had the balls to lay hands on her, she'd kill them first. Austin ain't some helpless girl."

Rick had to chuckle at that, that much he knew was true, Austin was the farthest thing from a helpless girl, she once beat a guy with a baseball bat because he grabbed her ass on the field all the while yelling ‘not today fuckboy’. Austin had a special spirit all about her, one that seemed to keep most guys at bay but whether it was out of respect or intimidation was up for debate. "Yeah, I'll give you that. Don't make what I said any less true. It's killing you not knowing why she's all beaten." Eventually he'd wear Shane down, being the best friend gave him the power to know Shane well enough to know which buttons to push him to action. "I seen her m'self." Shane snapped his head to Rick as soon as the words registered. "I'd hate to see the other guy."

He gripped the steering wheel a little harder now, something about the thought of Austin having to fight hard was a thought that made his blood boil. "What’s it gonna take to get you off my back about this? What'm I supposed to do? Go to Police Chief Walkers place and tell her to let me beat up the bastard who bloodied her up? Do I ask her to marry me after that?" Voice dripping with frustration and disdain.

"How about you go over when your shift is over and her daddy ain't home and see her before going on a rampage? Start small, Casanova." He cracked his knuckles absentmindedly as an uncomfortable silence fell over the car, "No one ever got to you like she did. I saw you two that summer, like something outta some damn sappy, chick flick."

Shane now said nothing but looked at his watch, looking like he was seriously considering Rick's suggestion and if he looked like it was tearing him up inside then it wouldn't be long until he acted on it. In harassing him, Rick had done his job as his best friend, what he didn't know was that despite the distance Shane had kept thus far, he'd driven by Austin's house every night when he got off work.

OOO

The chirping crickets were silenced by a heavy fist banging on the front door, drawing Austin from a fit of restlessness. Several lights flickered on as she made her way downstairs, but that didn't stop the heavy fist from trying to break down the door. The air was hot and thick and no doubt contributed to the trickle of sweat going down Shane's neck.

When she finally got the door open, she was surprised to find the last person she expected to see standing on her fathers front porch, Shane Walsh. The normally well put together deputy looked a mess, restless, irritated, like he’d been awake for days and something was line dancing on his last nerve, and a look on his face that said he was in no mood for questions. He didn't wait for an invitation before he barged right in, looking more like a mad dog than a sheriff's deputy. "What's his name?" He finally demanded to know, "I want his name and where he lives." Austin's surprise quickly faded as seeing Shane felt almost normal and she couldn’t help but notice that the uniform looked good on him.

"No, come inside, Shane. Please." She responded dryly, completely ignoring his demands.

"I'm serious, Austin. You tell me where I can find the sonofabitch who put his hands on you." She'd never seen him so angry before, or so uncontrolled, it might have been scary if she didn’t know just how badly Shane hated men that hurt women. "I'ma teach that bastard what happens when you hit a woman." While Shane Walsh may have been a womanizer and a flaky guy to have in a relationship, there was one thing that could not be debated, he did not tolerate a man ever laying hands on a woman. Having seen far too much of it in his house growing up, but then again, Austin was one of the few people who knew that.

"No, you're not." She replied, the heavy oak door shutting quickly silenced all conversation and the house went still for a minute, Austin made her way to the kitchen, bare feet padding quietly as if the whole scene was a normal one. A second later the heavy sound of Shanes boots on the floor followed and his blood frenzy halted momentarily but still bubbling just beneath the surface. "Coffee?" Like a confused puppy, he followed waiting for an explanation.

Shane had already done what he shouldn’t have had done by showing up, now that he was there he was looking over the fading bruises in a state of yellowed healing, cuts that no longer needed stitches to keep them closed. He stopped in the doorway to the kitchen, paused. Naturally he took notice of what was wearing, the hot Georgia summer was to thank for the dangerously short cutoff shorts she was wearing. Ones that were probably too ratty for her to wear outside of the house knowing how protective her father was but nonetheless gave him an opportunity to appreciate the length and tan of her legs and, fuck, was that a new tattoo? He didn’t remember her having a rose tattoo on her calf. His gaze traveled upward to the varsity softball tank top she was wearing, hard to believe something from high school stil fit her and Jesus Christ did it fit her. His eyes lingered a little too long on the curves of her breasts and the black fabric that was underneath and up to her slender neck. "There's no guy." She finally broke the silence while pouring herself a glass of tea then grabbing a mug and pouring a fresh cup of coffee.

"What'n the hell you mean there's no guy? You just looked like a losing prize fighter by accident?"

Austin released a heavy sigh. "No, I mean that no one hurt me." No one had hurt her but Shane couldn’t take his eyes off of the very real proof that something or someone did, he was beginning to lose what little patience he had. "I was in an accident three weeks ago." The gravity of what she said finally began to register with him. As a police officer, he wanted more details, somehow the idea that enough details could stem his anger presented itself as a solution.

"What kinda accident?"

"The kind involving cars that run red rights, doing forty over the speed limit." For the moment his rage was quieted at having finally had an answer, but it was still bubbling. He’d been a cop for some time and he’d seen the damage that cars did at high speed, the thought of Austin's mangled body inside a destroyed car made his insides churn and for a minute he tasted bile.

"I thought-" She handed him a cup of coffee, remembering that he liked it black with two sugars.

"I know what you thought. I know what people have been saying,” She leaned against the counter and took a sip of her tea, knowing all too well how quickly word could spread. “I haven't left this house hardly at all since I've been home but Hadley's been keeping me posted on what everyone's been saying." When Shane wanted to know something he often sat down or stood in front of you until you told him whatever it was he wanted to know, his unwavering, penetrating gaze had many young criminals cracking within minutes under it, that wouldn’t work here. "Was heading back to the apartment after a ball game, we had VIP seats. Pretty good game. I was on the passenger side with three friends and when we pulled out a truck ran the light and smashed into us. Threw my car like a goddamned tinker toy." She was keeping the details to a minimum, he was fairly certain that she didn't want to envision it in any more detail than she had to. "Car rolled four times and I was the only one who pulled through. The Driver's blood alcohol level was three times the legal limit. He died on impact. Idiot wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. Sonofabitch killed three of my friends and didn’t have to face up to what he’d done." His hand gripped the forgotten coffee in his hands so tightly it wouldn't have surprised him if he broke the damn thing. His eyes wider than usual at the simplicity of the situation, it was a car accident. That was it, no one was after her, no one had beat her, just an accident. But it didn't make him feel any better. Three people in her car had died and Austin could have been one of them. "You honestly thought I'd let a guy get in a hit on me?" She scoffed, "Mama always said, keep your standards and heels high.” She took another sip of her sweet tea. “Haven't met anyone who made my standards since, well, you." Crap, she hadn’t meant to say that.

“What?” Shane asked not entirely comprehending what he had just heard, she shook her head with a lax smile but it was more of a smile to herself. "You saying' you ain't been with no one since, us?"

"Something like that." She took another drink but all the iced tea in the kitchen couldn’t save her from Shane's questions, Shane looked hard at her throat muscles working the icy liquid down then back to her face, finding it difficult to look at the bruises and stitches for longer than a few seconds yet still somehow unable to take his eyes off her, "If you think I look bad, you oughta see my Camaro." She joked trying to ease the tension.

"That ain't funny, Austin." He didn't like how she was trying to make light of what had happened, just couldn't see any humor in it at all. Four bodies. Could have been five.

"Why are you really here, Shane?" She set the glass down and finally looked him in the eye, her hazel eyes holding their own against his dark brown. He wasn't rightly sure himself, he knew in all honesty that he wasn't going to drive up to New York and beat up some fictional guy who hit her, he didn't expect to show up and hear her say that she missed him and wanted him. So, why was he there?

He exhaled deeply, then just shook his head. He didn't entirely know why he was there but he knew what he wanted, it probably wasn't a good idea. Then again, Shane was kinda known for that. He set down the cooling cup of coffee and leaned forward to kiss her. Was it a coincidence that she hadn't had a real relationship since their summer fling? He didn't know but what he did know was that he was too tired to make up excuses as to why he was there. And Shane Walsh didn’t believe in coincidence.

From the second his lips touched her he could feel it. That fire. Their fire, the embers that had existed between them in the bed of Shane's pick up truck was still there, it had never burned out. And the second his mouth was on hers it was like adding gasoline to a matchlight. Austin had never really let him go, and it seemed that he hadn't let her go either. This much was apparent when she kissed him back, with no hesitation. The warmth of his hands quickly wrapping around her soothed the many aches and pains, replaced only by heat. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt over his right peck and tugged one of the sleeves of his crisp uniform, wrinkling the material slightly, seizing his lower lip between her teeth. There was a distinct groan of approval from Shane, who backed them against the cabinet and lifted her up onto the kitchen counter like she weighed nothing. Her legs instantly wrapped around his hips.

The sound of heavy breathing in his ear and the warm wetness of her tongue sent hot blood straight to his cock, this close her scent was all over him, the perfume that she wore, oranges and ginger, it worked him up into a frenzy and he would have had her right there in that kitchen. He was desperate for more of her skin, not satisfied with only what her shorts permitted him to touch, he wanted more of those long legs. Austin did too and found herself grasping at his belt, straining to take a breath when she felt him, already hard as iron through his uniform. There was something about that uniform on him. How crisp and perfect it was, and she wanted to ruin it, rip the buttons and wrinkle the fine pressed sleeves and tear the seams. Forgetting the belt for the moment, she pressed her hand against him harder this time, feeling his hips buck involuntarily against her and a deep, gravelly groan was torn from his throat. “Fuck.” His words were strangled and hot. He took her mouth in another kiss, slipping his tongue past her lips taking care not to aggravate the nearly healed split, he wanted moans of pleasure not pain. One hungry hand slipped under the torn denim of her shorts as far as it could go seeking heat but not quite able to reach it, the other hand under her shirt pulling her bra cup down thumb rolling over her nipple he got what he wanted. A sultry moan into his mouth, it sent electricity down his spine and he was quickly ready to blow off the rest of his patrols.

Somewhere in the back of her mind Austin knew she should stop what they were doing, at least for the moment, but fuck it felt good to be touched by him, and he tasted good. She wanted Shane, wanted him bad but not necessarily on the kitchen counter of her fathers house. Before she could make any suggestion that they move their tryst to a more private location there was a sound that made their blood run cold, a car pulling into the driveway.

"Shit!" Immediately they separated, knowing full and well who it was that had returned home. Feeling like two teenagers caught out past curfew they straightened out their clothes and fixed their appearances quickly as the crunch of footsteps on gravel came closer, then the heavy dull thud of boots on the wood planks on the front porch.

Shane couldn’t resist those lips for one last peck. "I came here to check on you." He suddenly said all business again, steadying his voice, smoothing his hands over his hair and trying to sooth his somewhat disheveled appearance, as Austin nodded and poured another cup of coffee. "You invited me in and offered me coffee." They weren’t lying, just omitting the fact that they nearly had sex on the kitchen counter. He adopted a somewhat relaxed posture leaning against the cabinets, one hand on the counter, one holding his cool coffee. There was little Shane could do about the raging hard on aside from adjusting his uniform and seconds later the front door opened and Austin's father came inside, somewhat surprised to see his deputy in his house.

"Walsh?" He asked, stepping into the kitchen, relieved to see several feet worth of distance between his officer and his daughter. He was an old fashioned kind of guy, his daughter would always be his little girl, no matter how old she got and he would always eye any man who looked at her or was near her, even if it was one of his best deputies.

"Hey, daddy." Austin held out a fresh cup of coffee for him. "How was work?"

"Just fine, what're you doing here, Walsh?" Shanes patrols weren’t too far off from where he currently was so him being there didn’t set off alarm bells immediately. One thing Shane had learned early on was to always look his chief in the eye, the best way to allay suspicion was to act as though there was nothing keeping you from eye contact.

"Evening chief, knew Austin was back in town, finally got some time to come by." Shane started in, probably being very honest in what his original intentions were, although he left out the part where he'd wanted to beat up a fictional man and then fuck Austin on the kitchen counter. "Just wanted to stop by and say hi for old times sake, see if everythin’ was alright." Whip nodded, seemingly satisfied with the explanation and his deputy's intentions, he had to remind himself that although Shane had been his deputy for nearly ten years, he and Austin had been classmates and friends first, he didn't say anything else. "Well, I'll be off now, you alright, Austin?"

"Yeah, I'm good now, thanks for stopping by Shane. It was good to see you again." She flashed him a casual smile that sent his blood boiling again.

"Thanks for the coffee. Have a good evening, Austin," He nodded towards Austin then her father. "Sir."

"I'll walk you out." As Austin set down the iced tea and followed Shane to the front door, she mouthed a 'phew' exclamation.

Neither of them saw that Whip had taken notice of Shane's full and cold coffee cup left on the counter with a raised eyebrow.

On the front porch Shane and Austin stood for a moment exchanging glances of relief Austin bit her lower lip slightly with a naughty smile. Before Shane left, he looked back to see if Whip was looking their way, he wasn't, then he gave Austin a friendly hug then whispered something to her. "My place, two hours." That said with dark and heated eyes, he got into his squad car and drove off to finish his patrols.

Breathing out a shaky breath, Austin made one of the quickest phone calls she'd ever made to her friend Hadley. "Hads, hey I need you to meet me at Docs asap."

OOO

Half an hour later, Austin worked out a well thought out reason to visit and spend the evening at her friend, Hadley's place. Ten minutes later she was out, walking towards the local 24 hour diner and coffee shop to meet Hadley. When she sat down in the booth across from her lifelong friend, exhaling a deep breath, Hadley narrowed her gaze wondering what reason Austin had asked her to meet her there at 10:30 at night.

"So, you've been back in town for what? Two? Three weeks? And this is the first I'm seeing of you after the accident. Should I even ask, what gives?” Hadley was only messing around of course, she knew what had happened and held nothing against Austin, poor girl was black and blue in some spots.

Austin groaned and laid her head down on the table briefly, "Hadley, I'm sorry I haven't made my way out to see you, things have been crazy as hell and I-"

Hadley chuckled at Austin's frustration before placing her hand on Austin's head, brushing her hair out of her face, "Relax, it's ok. I know it's been crazy for you lately, you were just in a huge accident and the only reason you're home is because your boss made you take time off. I knew I'd see you eventually, that's not what matters here, so, tell me what's really going on?"

Austin gave a soft smile, grateful to have such a good friend that could read her so well, "I have two things to tell you and you have to promise that you will not say a word to anyone." Hadley tilted her head in an expression that said 'are you serious?' Not that she doubted Austin needed discretion but that she would even question her friends' trust. "Ok," Austin looked around to see who all was nearby and could be eavesdropping. "The summer we graduated high school I did something I never told you about,"

Hadley leaned forward “Did you pierce your nipples?” The look of shock that registered on Austin's face sent Hadley into a round of laughter, “I’m just kidding honey, you need to relax a bit. Now spill.”

“Shane Walsh and I hooked up.” She hadn’t meant to blurt it out quite like that despite that it was what she had come to tell Hadley. Now it was Hadleys turn to go wide eyed and an even more rare achievement, totally speechless. Hadley always had something to say "I hooked up with Shane Walsh before going off to college and before he went to the police academy."

Hadley's jaw dropped and she stared blankly for a few minutes, blinking not even once. "Wha-, I, -How did? Wait, what?"

Austin rolled her eyes and repeated what she had just said. "Shane Walsh and I hooked up for the summer before I left for college." Hadley continued to stare blankly. "Hello? Hads?" Austin waved her hand over her friend's face, she then shook her head and nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, ok, I'm with you." Hadley held up a finger and waited a moment, "How did this happen?" Austin put her head into her hands, though not in any way that suggested shame but rather she was collecting her thoughts.

"It was the day after I found out about my scholarship, I was with you on the bleachers watching the guys play football?" Hadley nodded, remembering the day she was talking about, "You left with your boyfriend after he finished playing and after you left, Rick Grimes came up to me and said hi, and congratulated me on my scholarship, just small talk." Hadley nodded, now on the edge of her seat, "Asked if I was watching anyone specific and I said no and that you and Dean had just left, I started packing up my stuff to leave too and he suggested that maybe I should stick around for a few minutes, no reason just, cause. He turned around and left and I just kinda hung out for a few minutes then when I got up to leave, Shane was just standing there. He'd just come off the field, just, staring at me."

"And?" Oh now this was better than any episode of Jerry Springer.

Austin rolled her eyes, "When I went to walk past him, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back, and," She shrugged and finished the story, "He kissed me."

"He kissed you?" Hadley nearly screamed, like an excited high school girl. Austin ducked down and looked back to see if they had drawn any attention, no one seemed to really care what they were saying. "What happened next?"

"It just kinda went on from there, we'd meet up, hang out, talk, grab food and-"

"And?!"

"And what?"

"Did you…?" Austin just stared, knowing exactly what Hadley was asking, "Did you guys shack up?"

"Did you have to phrase that so crudely?"

"Thought I cleaned it up rather nicely for you…" She concluded, "So, did you?"

"Yeah." Hadley could barely contain her shock or excitement, she excitedly slapped her hands on

Austins, "What?"

"How was it??"

"Hadley, that's only one of the things I have to tell you." This didn't dissuade Hadley from her question, "Yeah, it was pretty good." She finally caved, before looking down at nothing, thinking on the past, "Really good, actually." Hadley seemed satisfied with Austin's answer but it was clear that she expected more details later.

"So, what's the other thing?"

Austin blew out a breath "Shane just came over to my daddy's house and he kissed me again, and things started to get kinda hot and heavy." Hadley's jaw dropped once more, "We didn't do anything this time, daddy came home and we told him that Shane heard I was in town and that I'd been in an accident and he just came by to check in on me."

"Did your daddy buy it? He aint' stupid, you know?"

"Seemed to, that's not the only thing, though." There was more? Hadley leaned in closer than before so she was leaning over half the table, "When I walked him outside, he told me to meet him at his place in two hours."

"When was that?" Austin looked at her phone.

"An hour ago." Austin now looked up like she was waiting for Hadley to freak out and have a conniption of sorts, but that wasn't what she did.

"So, I know this is private stuff but why were you so freaked out about keeping it secret. You know you can trust me?"

"Of course I do. I just didn't want to hear anything from anyone. How I could do better than a high school playboy or how he'd just break my heart and all that crap."

"Well, you have to admit there is some truth there, Shane is a heartbreaker, always has been. I never saw him so much as look at a girl unless he thought he could nail her."

"That's exactly what I didn't want to hear back then, still don't. Sometimes sex is just fun and it doens’t always have to be a relationship. The thing is, it was nobody's business but our own. He never said he wanted to do a long distance thing, I never told him I wanted flowers or promise rings or all that crap. It was just this period of time where we just got to be alone, and it was pretty nice. Probably because I didn't want anything from him. He knew I was going off to college and I knew he was joining the police academy. I couldn’t stand being in a small town and he'd never think of leaving it."

"So, what're you gonna do?" Hadley had questions regarding the past tense use of ‘couldn’t stand’ as opposed to ‘can’t stand’ but those could wait for later.

"Don't rightly know but I've got about an hour to make up my mind." Austin groaned, setting her head down on the table again clenching her hands in her hair. "So, what do I do?"

"You still into him?"

Austin thought back to their nearly sexcapades in her dad's kitchen. "Apparently."

"So, what does he want?" Austin raised an eyebrow at her, knowing there was probably only one thing Shane wanted.

"Well, I highly doubt he wants me to marry him and have 2.5 kids and live in a little house with a white picket fence."

"Ok, so sex. Probably?"

"Probably."

"And you don't want to see him?"

"I don't know."

Hadley shook her head. "Yes, you do. You already knew what you wanted when you sat down."

"So then why are we still talking about this?"

"That's a good question." Hadley paused, leaning back in her seat, "Austin, this may be the only time I can tell you something about yourself that you don't already know."

"So, what do I want to do?"

"He's under your skin, girl, I've known you since we were both girl scouts and I ain't never seen a guy wind you up this much. You’ve always known exactly what you want. Whatever happened between you and him that summer, clearly made an impression. So, I think the better question is, why on earth are you still sitting here in a shitty diner, not drinking crap coffee, talkin' to me about what you don't know you want to do?" Austin cracked a grin, glad to know Hadley was looking out for her.

Austin breathed out a shaky breath, "Do I look alright?"

"Bruises aside? Honey, if I were Shane, I'd make sweet, sweet, love to you right now on this table." Both women broke into smiles and soft laughter before Hadley grabbed Austin's hand to lead her out of the dinner, “Now come on, we’ve got to find you something nicer to wear.”

OOO

Shane looked at his watch again, 11:59pm the cold beer in his hand did little to calm him down and help sort his nerves. He wondered if she’d show up, had the whole thing been a mistake? Fuck, he didn’t know. Yes, he did. He loved touching her and kissing her, hell he wanted her more than ever right there in his chief of police’s kitchen and he had no fucks to give if anyone found out. His dick was still rock hard and any contact sent thoughts of him and Austin. How good she felt in his hands and how hot it was when she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He ran a hand through his hair and blew out a breath, Rick had been right. The day Austin had shown up he’d been out on patrol but word quickly reached him, that Police Chief Walkers daughter had shown up with a black eye, a split lip and too many bruises for a women to ever wear and sure enough he was damn near climbing walls trying to keep himself from doing something stupid. Which he ended up doing anyway. Stupid felt really fucking good.

He loosened another button on his uniform, having not even been home long enough to take it off completely, the left shirt sleeve was wrinkled and so was the right side on his chest. He knew women liked the uniform but he didn’t get that vibe from Austin, like, ever. Her dad was the freaking chief of police.

Wait a damn minute, what did he even want again? It was just sex, right? Yeah, he and Austin had some great times and she was better than a lay, everything about her felt good, so it was just sex.

Then why was Rick right? He had been going out of his mind wanting to know what happened to her, for some stupid reason word of her being all beaten up spread faster than the actual circumstances that lead to it but then again that was the truth of life in a small town. If the truth wasn’t interesting it was an afterthought. He’d wanted to protect her. That was very un-Shane of him, wasn’t it? He’d seen his mother get backhanded more times than he’d like and it twisted in him each time he wasn’t big enough to do anything to protect her, he’d felt that same twisting sensation when he looked at her tonight.

As far as women went Austin was about as laid back as a girl could get, she was a tough woman, she’d been a tough girl, ran with the boys, played just as hard, done her own work on her camaro and landed that baseball scholarship. Everything about her screamed ‘dream girl’ personally for him though it was the fact that she did her car's restoration on her own, with the occasional help from her old man. A woman who could work with her hands was just sexy as fuck. And if he was being completely honest he’d had more than a few thoughts since their summer together where he’d thought of throwing her down on the hood of her car.

Fuck.

He felt his dick jump in his pants.

12:00am

He put his watch hand down and glanced up to see something that made his heartbeat thunder, a figure outside his front door. Through the sheer curtains he saw a feminine form and although Shane had enough female friends that it could have been, he knew it was Austin. He wrenched the door open before she could knock those scraped knuckles on the aged wooden. She drew in a breath when she saw him again, his shirt unbuttoned the first few buttons, looking every bit as gorgeous as he had earlier, and every time she’d thought about him.

“Hey,” She said softly as he locked the door behind her and turned off the porchlight, slipping right back into the tactics they’d used as teenagers to avoid detection. For a minute a silence hung over them and she thought of filling it with meaningless chit chat but then thought better of it. It was just sex. Really good sex back in high school and juding by what she knew of Shane, it could only have gotten better. Austin opened her mouth to speak but no words could come out, not with Shanes fingertips brushing her lips, preventing any words, he had something he wanted to say. So, she let him say it.

“Austin, I gotta say something,” He took a breath, couldn’t believe he was saying this. “I’m sorry for just showing up like I did, I wasn’t think’ right and I should have called or something. I shouldn’t have done what I did,” Yes, you should have. “If I disrespected you or any boundaries you had-” Any further lame ass apology was cut off as Austin slipped one of his fingers past her lips, sucking gently on the tip of the digit, an amused look on her face. Shanes mouth fell open and he instantly stopped talking, probably forgetting what he had been about to say, but it probably sounded like shit anyway, so no loss.

The softness of her lips and the warmth of her mouth set all of his blood to boiling, he let out a haggard breath and licked his lips.

Austin offered him the tiniest smirk upon releasing his finger, before taking his hand in hers and placing it on her chest over her heart. “You have any idea how often I lay in my bed with the lights off, remembering the bed of your pickup?” Shane didn’t answer, maybe he was unable to. “When I can’t sleep I pretend I’m back in that bed, with you. I close my eyes and I think about how I want your hands on me and your mouth on me, and I remember how good it felt. When you kissed me in my fathers house, I wanted you so damn bad. You really about to tell me you shouldn’t have shown up?” Her voice was lower than normal, Shane swallowed and closed his eyes, unable to block out the image. He’d thought about that truck too. And everything they’d done in it. Fuck.

Shane grabbed her hips and pulled her flat against his hard chest. His mouth crashing against hers, tongue delving in drawing out unmistakable sounds of approval. He worked her lips hard and furiously while Austin's hands threaded themselves combing through his jet back hair. He pulled his mouth away from hers long enough to say one thing.

“We’re gonna finish what we started in your daddy’s kitchen.” Heat rushed from toe to top of her auburn tresses and she licked her lips allowing him to walk her backwards, guiding her into the kitchen.

When her lower back met the cold tile of the kitchen island he took her mouth again, slower this time setting a smoldering pace. His hands roamed freely lingering on her soft curves of her breasts, down to the same tattered denim that had teased him earlier. The button popped with the finesse of a man who knew how to rid a woman of her clothes quickly and the teeth of the zipper separating was the only other sound. The calluses on Shane’s hands almost tickled against her legs while he pushed her shorts down. Her flip flops quickly kicked aside, only wearing the same white tank top although now he noticed the distinct red hue beneath it and the red panties that matched. Shane groaned, Austin looked good in anything or nothing but he’d always liked red best.

Austin drew in a breath as she felt his thumb hook into her panties and a shudder ran through her as they too slid down her legs.

If he had been some shit head teenager he’d probably come in his pants right then again there.

On her left hip bone was a tattoo that he’d never seen before, his eyes went wide in realization and shot up to hers, the number twenty-two inked into her skin. She looked back down at him with something of a satisfied look on her face and naughtiness in her eyes. Fuck. His eyes traveled from the tattoo up and down her body for a moment.

Austin's legs were long, toned, and soft under his hands, he groaned inwardly trying not to lose face, but sweet Jesus, her pussy matched her legs, completely bare, shaved or waxed he didn’t know but he’d find out soon enough. His hands stayed glued to her legs stroking the skin, eyes locked on hers. He watched the muscles in her throat work as she swallowed hard and a deep sigh escaped her when he started moving his mouth down, not bothering to remove the tank top just yet but he bit through the soft material gently enough so she could feel the pressure. The tank top pushed up a bit so he could see her toned stomach, and god bless America's favorite pastime. It had always kept her in good enough shape that eyes followed her everywhere, but he didn’t want to think of that right now, his tongue followed dipping into her belly button.

He’d dropped to his knees now looking up, loving what he saw, her half lidded eyes, cloudy with lust looking down at him. Tremors ran down his spine when he felt her nails in his scalp, toying with his hair, not enough to control motions but enough to make him shudder. She muttered something he couldn’t quite make out right away, her chest shuddering with a breath as she repeated herself “What’re you doing, Shane?”

Whether she meant it as more of a rhetorical question or not, it didn’t matter because he had the perfect answer. “Gonna do what men do in the kitchen,” He paused, making sure her eyes were on him, slipping one of her long legs over his shoulder, “Eat.”

They hadn’t done this when they were eighteen, Austin hadn’t quite become comfortable with that type of touch yet and Shane was your typical eighteen year old guy. Not really interested in female pleasure just then but he was now and he'd had time enough to appreciate the erotic art of oral sex . She’d had plenty of guys eat her pussy before but there was never build up like this, she stilled perfectly and a few agonizing seconds later her lips trembled and her mouth fell open when she felt his soft, warm, wet tongue swipe up her lips. Her head fell back exposing her neck and her hair that had been draped over a shoulder fell across her back now as she took a long labored breath.

Holy shit.

The hand that had been in his hair flew to the edge of the counter for support as Shane’s agonizingly slow pace worked past her lips, she pushed her hips forwards aching for more contact, his hands which had been stroking her legs had now wrapped around the thigh that was on his shoulder keeping her both a little more balanced and open to him, the other stroked the backside of her calf to her thigh. The sex they’d had at eighteen was typical sex at eighteen, it was good for the time but this was a very different ball game. Nearly ten years had passed. He’d barely licked her a few times and Austin had never wanted a man more.

Shane wasn’t one of those guys who lived for eating pussy, he’d known a few guys like that and they were a little weird to him. For him it depended on the woman or how badly he wanted to fuck her and he didn’t always let them finish, but there was no way he would let Austin go without the most body rocking orgasm he could give her, to start. Every woman tasted different, but Austin was in a whole other category, he slipped his tongue into her folds for another lengthy lick loving how part of her body tensed whenever he did that, she hadn't had this from him before. She tasted more sweet than salty and he loved it, some women just tasted bad, not Austin but then again he should have known that. Her thigh on his shoulder gave him perfect access to her pussy and although she’d probably have been more comfortable in a bed on her back with those long legs spread, he’d have had her like this at her fathers house if those damn shorts hadn’t had stopped him, and of course her father showing up. No faster way to get fired, caught tongue fucking your boss’s daughter.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard her say his name, not a whisper, not a moan, something in between, something that sent lighting straight to his cock and he focused back on Austin. The hand that had been stroking her leg had trailed upwards one finger brushing against her entrance the other parting her lips.

Austin hadn’t really said anything, only shallow breaths and his name, but he liked the way she’d said it, he’d broken through her stoic wall of cool and calm. He wanted to hear it again. Pressing an open mouth kiss to her spread lips and with a flick of his tongue, she gasped breathlessly and her eyes were closed in ecstasy. When he’d used the flat part of his tongue to retrace the path it had just taken all the way up to her clit, she shuddered and gripped the counter tighter. Another wordless moan when he flicked the tip of his tongue against the small bundle of nerves then another sharp intake of breath. He wrapped his lips around her clit and gently sucked keeping the tip of his tongue moving, she writhed under him working hard to not grind against his face. The sound he’d wanted came when he’d slipped one of his fingers inside her and fuck, she was tight, hot, wet, perfect. Her chest was taking in deep measured breath Those perfect breasts heaving giving him a great view he’d keep for his spank bank for years to come. Her hands still clenched the countertop desperately holding on for dear life. “Fuck,” Her hips lurched forward when he added a second finger and curled them inside her “Shane!” She moaned his name again with urgency, judging by how she was trembling she couldn’t be far off. The desire to fist his cock skyrocketed when he watched one of her hands shakily leave the counter and pull the fabric of her tank top and bra down to expose one of her soft pink nipples. Shane froze momentarily and watched as she rolled it between her thumb and index finger eyes now looking down at him, he hadn’t realized she’d opened her eyes and was now giving him something to watch aside from her sex face.

“Keep playing with your nipple, Austin. I wanna watch you come just like that.” He growled against her wet flesh, swirling his tongue faster, sucking, working a third finger into her curling them in a ‘come here’ motion, working her g-spot. Her breathing was becoming shallower and her hips bucked forward and heated moans came fast as Austin felt that dizzying cloud of pleasure reaching its peak fast. She didn’t care for worrying about balance now, knowing that Shane would keep her from falling when her legs gave out. Her other hand released the counter and reached down to his black hair, combing through his thick locks, tugging against his scalp. A low moan tore through him, resonating to her flesh, and that was all it took.

“God! Shane!” She cried out as the throws of orgasm overtook her, working their way through her body making her toes curl. She threw her head back and rode out what was the most intense oral orgasm she could remember. When the tremors subsided, her hands shook slightly and she felt a little unsteady, Shanes mouth slowed to a stop, not wanting to overwork her just yet and his fingers gradually withdrew. She clung to him as he set her leg down and she found her balance again.

Her eyes were clouded and his, she swore were jet black in the dim light, she watched him lick his fingers slowly, one at a time.

“Fuck, Shane.” He smiled against her lips, that smile that melted hearts and made panties drop. “Never had my pussy eaten like that.” She finally uttered, using a proper sentence.

“Wouldn’t mind another taste.” His hands slid down to her bare ass.

“How about I return the favor, Shane?” She moved to kneel down but he stopped her.

“Not yet baby,” He kissed her briefly. “You just gonna have to be patient. Gonna take my time with you.”

“Patience isn’t my strong suit, Shane.”

“We’ll, you’re gonna have to work on that. Cuz I plan on working on you all night.” Shane kissed her again, willing himself to not just pound into her right there as much as he wanted to. “Gonna fuck you till you come, then gonna have you ride me till you come again, then gonna eat that sweet pussy of yours till you’re coming on my tongue then I’m gonna fuck you so deep till I come.”

Austin gave him a look of shock and awe. “You gonna last that long?”

“Hell no, gonna be an all nighter. Hope you weren’t planning on sleeping much.” He paused “Plenty of time for returning favors later.” His fingers, still wet with his saliva brushed against her still bare nipple. “Right now I need to fuck this freshly licked pussy.” God damn it. Shane hadn't talked like this when they were eighteen and Austin loved it. “While it's hot and tight.”

“Where do you want me?”

Shane glanced around the room, table and chairs in the dining room, the kitchen island he’d just made her come against, a not so comfortable couch that had seen better and cleaner days and the cold kitchen floor which probably wasn't very clean or comfortable. His eyes met hers and he kissed her lips deeply again before picking her up in his arms, ushering her to wrap her still shaky legs around his waist. “My bed.”

His room was simple and minimalistic but comfortable and surprisingly tidy. Aside from the chair he’d sit in when he watched football, it was his favorite place to be. The large bed center of the room, long blackout curtains drowning the room in darkness, the only light coming from the hall. He set her down on the bed, still somewhat unable to comprehend that Austin Walker was in his bed, half naked and he was about to have sex with her again. No, ‘having sex’ seemed like such a clinical term for what they were doing, fucking wasn’t quite the right word either, and it sure as hell wasn’t ‘making love’. He didn’t know what it was but he felt pins and needles shoot throughout his body when after too long a pause he could feel Austin working his shirt off his shoulders followed by the wifebeater which was quickly tossed to the floor as well.

His chest was hard and broad, his skin dark tanned from years of playing football outside shirtless and other physical activity. Her mouth followed the sparse trail of dark hair that led down his abdominals. She actually felt her mouth water as she reached for his pants, her hand slipping inside reaching for his boxer briefs, curling around his cock, hard as an iron rod and hot to the touch. Her lips brushed over his head and he let out something between a hiss and a groan, he knew he had said there was plenty of time for that later but all the discipline in the world wouldn’t stop him from wanting to feel her mouth on him at least for a few minutes.

He didn’ have long to linger on the memory of the last time he’d felt ler lips on him because just as the thought passed through his mind he felt her mouth take the head of his cock in, lips and tongue brushing over him and a shudder raced down his spine. As soon as he felt her tongue working over his head he knew he was in trouble of blowing his load in her mouth and although he knew that would be good, it wasn’t what he wanted. So, with considerable effort he grabbed her chin and pulled her lips from his cock, inwardly groaning at the loss of her mouth.

“Said, I wanted to fuck you.” He growled as he reached for her tank top and finally the red satin bra she was wearing, he’d kind of hoped to find something lacey or skimpy but Austin was a practical woman and he didn’t actually think she owned anything like that. Shane hadn’t really considered himself a lingerie type of guy but the thought of taking something pretty like that off of Austin made him think of unwrapping presents. “Lay down.” It wasn’t a command but Austin couldn’t say no even if she wanted to, getting a thrill out of the authoritative tone in his voice. He put one laced boot on the footboard of his bed, pulling quickly to untie it, all the while eyes locked with Austin. He liked that and something about her eyes on him as he finished undressing made his skin flush with heat, he wasn’t really an exhibitionist or anything but there was something erotic about Austin watching him, while laying naked on his bed.

Fuck. Austin Walker was laying naked on his bed after he’d eaten her pussy in his kitchen. More lightning shot to his cock and the throbbing intensified.

With his pants and the last of his uniform shucked to the floor, and the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk when her eyes went straight to his hard cock and he saw her lick her lips. That sweet, hot, little tongue, she looked hungry and more than anything he wanted to see her face lit up in satisfaction. He crawled on the bed and it dipped slightly under his weight. The distance between them grew smaller and smaller until he nudged her legs open and was directly over her, his necklace hanging limply between them. It was his high school number, the same one he’d seen inked into her skin just slightly above her hip, his thumb stroking the skin there delicately, he sunk his mouth onto hers in a long and slow burning kiss, feeling the tiniest prickles of heat around their joined mouths. “Your daddy know about that tattoo?” He had to know, she gave him a wry smile.

“There’s a lot of things my daddy doesn’t know about.” She raised an eyebrow knowingly.

He chuckled, the thought of Chief Walker's precious daughter, outright keeping secrets of him, some of which he was pretty sure were dirty secrets. “Like a tattoo with my number on your hip? Wonder what he’d say if he knew about that.”

Austin dipped under his neck and sucked hard on his Adam's apple aggressively while rubbing one of her legs against his and raking her long nails up from his abdominals to his nipples, “If he knew half of my secrets he’d never let me out of the house again.”

“What secrets?”

“Like the time my college roommate's power went out and to keep from freezing our asses off we shared a bed and played with each other to keep warm all weekend.” Fuck, he groaned and his body tensed up, whether it was from her hands or her words he couldn’t say but fuck, that was some of the hottest imagry he could have conjured up.

“Fuck, Austin. That's something straight out of a prono.”

“Yeah, it was.” Her Lips moved against his ear and her wet tongue darted out to lick his earlobe. “Never had another woman's mouth on my pussy before but it was so good.” His hips jerked forward as her hand wrapped around his cock giving it a hard and lengthy squeeze, were he less of a man he’d probably have come right there because that was the holy fucking grail of porn in his mind. Girl on girl.

“As good as mine?” Shanes mouth moved down her chest, taking a momentary lull in the conversation to swirl his tongue around one of her pink nipples, her back arched a little bit as he sucked and swirled his tongue. “I’m gonna need you to tell me about that.”

“Right now?” A low ‘mmhmm’ came from Shane after he released one nipple to give the other the same attention, her breath came heavy and the memory flooded into her mind while Shane sucked gently on her breast and his fingers worked the other. She wasn’t really sure what he wanted to hear but the whole scenario was making her wetter just thinking about it. “We were snowed in and had a few drinks, she said she wanted to kiss me and touch me.” A breathy pause as Shane’s mouth moved a little lower to her navel again, tongue flicking out.

“Goddamn Austin. You let another woman lick your pussy?” She didn’t respond not even when he moved to the tattoo tracing the number with his tongue, fuck, even saying it outloud made him want to fuck her. “She as good as me?” Hid mouth moved lower again, he’d said he wanted to fuck her but with what she had told him, suddenly he felt he had something to prove, when Austin didn’t answer he swiped his tongue out up her slit, pulling a heated sigh from her. She was still a bit sensitive from his mouth on her in the kitchen but she’d had enough time to calm down so as this wouldn’t be too much to take. “Austin?” Crap, he expected an answer but thinking was becoming difficult for Austin, her body was on fire and her hands fisted the sheets of the bed. Shanes fingers parted her folds and his thumb stroked her clit slowly, he could see her mouth fall open and her head push back into the pillow as her hips writhed. “Asked you a question.” He wanted to hear her, not to stroke his ego necessarily but because either answer she gave would be hot as hell. Either he ate her out better than a woman or only another woman was better than him and either way it was fine by him.

“Fuck, what?”

“Was her mouth as good as mine?” His lips and tongue returned to her spread pussy and a strangled cry left her mouth.

“Fuck, Shane I don’t know!” His mouth worked her over harder, tongue finding a rhythm swirling around her clit agonizingly slow.

“Pick one.” The cocky sonofabitch. He didn’t care, one of his fingers slipped back inside her tight body and began to seek her out her g-spot again.

“You, Shane. It’s always been you!” Her response was a deep moan and He smirked, not quite done with his line of questioning yet.

“Why me?”

“Goddamnit, Shane! Thought you wanted to fuck me!” Fuck, she was close. She gripped his digits like a vice as he added two more, stroking her with his fingers and tongue, a deep set moan against her pussy ripped a cry from her, he loved seeing her come undone, that wall of cool crumbling again. “because it’s you I want, not her!” And that was all Shane really needed, and it was good enough justification for her, the girl she’d fooled around with Lena was good with her mouth, but it wasn’t Lena between her legs, it was Shane and fucking hell, she was about to come all over again on his fingers and his tongue. “Shane!” With one more long and slow lick from her opening to her clit he sucked a little harder and flicked his tongue back and forth just above her clit and she the tension in her body he’d built up over the last few minutes snapped and shockwaves wracked her, pulsating outward and all she could do was try to hold on. Her cries lessened to whimpers as his mouth slowed and he withdrew his fingers again, dragging them up her hypersensitive folds and into his mouth. He liked the way she tasted and enjoyed watching the way her chest heaved from another orgasm and beads of sweat dampened her body. “Fuck.”

Feeling more than satisfied with himself he crawled up her body dragging his tongue up to her lips and kissed her hard, letting her taste her fresh orgasm, she moaned and dug her nails into his biceps. “That mouth of yours baby.” He drawled on as their lips temporarily parted, she was trembling slightly as she felt his cock meet her freshly licked pussy, “Now I’m gonna fuck you.” With those words he drove forward hard in one thrust. She gripped him perfectly and it was fucking amazing. “Wrap your legs around me.” Austin immediately complied, too turned on to do otherwise, Shane had a thing for long legs and he loved Austins wrapped around him as he began to thrust forward slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm her again so soon, she’d need a few minutes before he worked for a third orgasm from her and he had every intention of doing so.

“Goddamn baby, you’re so fucking tight.”

Shane had done that to her, it would have been good without the two precursor orgasms but hearing and seeing her come like that had made it so much better. Shane braced his hands above her head and met her gaze, eyes hazy but wild with what looked like an almost primal need for sex, for him and he knew he was goign to have to work hard to keep from losing it so soon. He’d wanted to take all night nice and slow with her but her college roommate confession was making that harder than expected.

She’d be aching in the morning but Austin couldn’t find it in her to care, not when after nearly ten years, she had Shane Walsh between her legs, giving her long, leisurely strokes with his cock and his hands kneading her breasts and his mouth hot and heavy on hers. Jesus, that mouth of his. He’d worked her with it perfectly to two shattering orgasms and the things he’d said to her might have been enough to make her come even if he hadn’t been touching her. They didn’t really do dirty talk back then but it was something Austin learned to appreciate and use and she wanted more. She pulled her mouth free of his and she was fairly certain she’d heard him growl, “Gimme that mouth, Austin.”

Austin complied briefly, squeezing him with her inner muscles feeling him tense throughout the kiss with a groan. “I wanna ride you, Shane.” She murmured against Shane’s lips, breaking the kiss while Shane tried to keep it. She ducked her head down and latched onto his Adam's apple and sucked hard, knowing he’d have the mother of all hickeys to explain tomorrow before seizing his ear in teeth. “Let me ride your cock.”

Fuck.

What was it about a woman saying the word ‘cock’ that made his stiffen almost painfully despite the fact that he was buried in her to the hilt? She could feel him lift himself slightly, she took the opportunity to slip away from him and she guided him onto his back and straddled him, letting him feel the heat and slickness of her pussy for a few agonizing seconds before sliding down slowly onto him. He moaned and reached for her thighs gripping them tightly as his head rolled against the pillow. He didn’t often let women be on top, he was an alpha guy like that and more often than not women, in his opinion, didn't know what to do or what men liked. That was not the problem with Austin, she rocked her hips forward slowly and let out a low moan of her own as her hands slipped over his hands and removed them placing them at his sides.

“No touching.” She instructed, Shanes eyes narrowed.

“Why the fuck not?” He grunted as she rocked forward again. A smile that he’d never really seen before grazed her lips and she leaned forward to kiss him slowly, working her tongue into his mouth.

“So, you can enjoy the show.” His narrowed gaze widened with her implication. She paused before saying one more thing. “Tell me what you want to see.” He blinked a few times but he didn’t stay quiet for long.

“Baby, I wanna see you bounce up and down on my cock.” Austin smirked before slowing the rocking of her hips then raising herself up just enough so that he was just at her entrance before slamming down hard and repeating the action albeit a little slower than Shane would like, although his eyes still rolled into the back of his head. He enjoyed the feeling for a few minutes before opening his eyes and deciding her game was worth playing even though he wanted to pound into her like crazy. “Touch yourself baby.”

“Where?” His gaze went straight to her hands which began to lazily trail up her legs then her sides up to her breasts.

“Play with those tits for me.” She rolled her head from side to side and sure enough her fingertips ghosted over her nipples, thumbs brushing over the hard peaks. “Fuck.” She closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensation, Austin had incredibly responsive breasts and Shane had once brought her to the verge just by sucking on them. She continued to bounce on his cock moving in time with how she toyed with her breasts, and the part he loved best what that she wasn’t trying to do what he wanted to see, although she was absolutely killing it She was doing what felt good to her and that was hot as fuck, at one point her bouncing slowed almost to a halt and she seemed ot have forgotten what she was doing until buck of Shanes hips pulled her back to the present.

Shane was looking up at her, hands gripping the sheets because if they didn’t they’d be all over her, dark brown eyes even darker with lust and some turmoil, wrestling for control. Biting the bottom on your lip was a cliche and Austin thought it was stupid but for some reason guys seemed to like it so she did, that full soft lip caught between her teeth, she could hear his breathing hitch and quicken as his hips thrust up to meet hers a little quicker. He saw goosebumps riddle her skin. Jesus fuck. His eyes darted from her lips, and he made a move to pull her back down onto his chest, somewhat breaking her rule but he had to make sure she heard the need in his voice, “Play with your pussy baby, I wanna feel you come, hot on my dick.” He kissed her once and released her, hoping she would resume and to his relief she did. Those delicate hands of hers stroked down her body till they came to rest at her lips, her fingers stroked for a moment before slipping past, finding her clit and slowly working again. Three orgasms was more than she usually got from a man and she’d certainly never fingered herself to orgasm in front of a man but it was kind of hot, Shane’s mouth had been amazing but Austin knew better what would get her there faster and despite a little residual tenderness from the almost overstimulation.

Shane could probably have died a happy man right then and there but death wasn’t on the table, Austin was. Figuratively anyway, she had been on his kitchen island and that view had been a good one, this one was even better. Her hips kept rocking, albeit a little bit slower and with every stroke of her fingers, she gripped his dick tighter and tighter. Every so often her lips would part and tremble with pleasure as any sounds working their way died out, not enough energy to propel them forward. Not touching her was positively killing him and although his hands had left her body he didn’t have much restraint left. He wanted to throw her into the mattress and pound into her like she was the last lay he’d ever get, lord knew if her daddy found out what they were doing it very well could be.

Kitten-like mews were coming from her as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm when the realization hit him that one, he didn’t have a condom and two if she went, so would he. As much as it pained him, he needed to get ahold of himself and temporarily put a stop to this. He grabbed her hands and forced her to stop, snapping her out of the trance she was in.

“Wha-?” Before she could finish the thought he’d flipped them hard into the bed and pulled out of her, then he reached for the nightstand drawer. The sound of a wrapper tearing clued Austin in as to what was happening, she continued reaching between her legs while he wrestled with the condom, glancing back and forth between his dick and Austin, her eyes half shut again as the fingers on one hand worked her clit and the other hand lightly pinched her nipple. Fuck.

A split second later he was back on top of her, his mouth melded to hers, he found himself muttering into her mouth when he kissed her. “Fuck, goddamn hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” She sealed their lips again and groaned when she felt his fingers take over pinching and rolling her nipple, brushing her own hand aside, allowing her hands to thread themselves through his hair instead. A deep rumble reverberated through his chest when he felt Austin’s grind her hips into his, eager to pick up where they left off moments earlier. He settled her back into the pillow watching her eyes slowly shut as he pushed forward at a criminally slow pace. When she opened them again, she gave him a look that was pure sex. Her auburn hair fanned out over his pillow, eyes hazy and dark with lust.

Damn, this woman. Without warning he gave in and thrust forward relishing in the heat, but still determined to make this last, his thrusts were slower and deliberate. The wince of satisfaction and the arch in her back as he drove slowly, fuck, he didn’t bother stifling his groan. He loved this Austin Walker. This woman that he was fairly certain only he knew. The one who craved being touched and wasn’t shy about telling or even showing you what she wanted. Shane was lost for a moment in this realization as he looked down at Austin positively writhing underneath him. It hadn’t been like this when they were eighteen. What changed? It wasn’t until he felt her fingers on the back of his neck stroking his skin that he realized she was looking back up at him after coming back down from the initial rush. “Shane?”

Shane gave her that same look, the one that was a cross between a smile and a smirk one that had no doubt made many women swoon. One that honestly had worked on her too, he didn’t say anything, just let the silence permeate the room before thrusting forward at a slow enough pace that he could savor the way her eyes rolled back and fluttered shut.

Almost ten years had passed from the time they were teenagers on the cusp of adulthood laying in the bed of Shane’s pick up with a sleeping bag and Shane’s letter jacket as blankets. Nearly ten years of life and experiences, relationships, jobs and the noise of day to day life. But here now, like when they were eighteen, it was quiet. No noise from the world beyond heated breath and murmurs. The thought of how good she felt wrapped around him and how familiar she was made his heart hammer in his chest and he had to kiss her again. He hadn’t meant to lose himself in how good she felt, but she tugged on his hair pulling his head back, then her mouth latched onto his neck sucking and licking his throat. A groan ripped from his throat and he fought the lightning eating away at him. He was a hair trigger from coming harder than he ever had before, god she was good for him. He hadn’t wanted to make sex last this long in a long time. He stilled and pulled her arms above her head, slipping out of her to catch his breath. Before Austin could utter a protest his mouth latched onto one of her pebbled nipples and he sucked hard, swirling his tongue around occasionally nipping the bud with his teeth. The sounds Austin made were purely feral at this point, she writhed against him desperate for more contact. Shane was perfectly fine with indulging her though not quite the way she wanted. It was easy to take both her hands in one of his and the hand to spare he touched and stroked his way down her body ghosting over her other ripple before he switched to the other. Those clever fingers of his kept making their way further south till they reached between her legs, featherlight touches saw the writhing ease a bit when his thumb stroked her clit. Her hips bucked as she ground herself against his hand shamelessly.

“Open those eyes baby, wanna see you.”

She did with immense effort, Shane chose that moment to thrust forward once more filling her again while his thumb continued to stroke.

“Shane, quit playing with me and fuck me.”

He had plans to do more but by this point he was desperate to come and his resolve had faded although as he had said, it was going to be an all nighter. Fuck it. “I want one more from you, Austin.” Was all he said before he pulled out and picked her up, tossing her onto her stomach. A little disoriented from the spin, his cock thrusting from behind hit her deep and she couldn’t contain the cry that tumbled past her lips. Then his hand returned between her legs and he started thrusting again.

“Fuck. Shane, I can’t!” Shane was becoming more intense, he was close. Both his hand and his cock trying to steal one more orgasm from her before he too gave in.

His lips against her ear suggested otherwise, “Yes you can baby, and I want it.” Her eyes closed in ecstasy as Shane bottomed out again and again, her body winding tighter and tighter around him like a spring reaching its limit. “Let go baby. I wanna feel you come on my dick.”

His voice. His hands. His cock. His heat. His body covering hers. All of it was too much. And he pushed her off that cliff he’d been teetering on all night. Tremors ripped through her and her breath came shallow and fast accompanied by a sharp cry as her orgasm overtook her. Behind her Shane drove home hard and fast quickly catching up, his hand stilled and instead he gripped her hips pounding harder and harder until a final bolt of lightning shot through him and every inch of him throbbed in time. Shane growled before slumping forward bracing on his forearms gently crushing Austin into the mattress. Not so much as to be uncomfortable but enough that she was pinned between his bed and his body, trying to catch her breath.

He could feel her shaking beneath him, he suddenly remembered her bruises and aches and something akin to panic shot through him. “Shit. You alright?”

Her heavy breathing evened out and after a minute of silence he heard a muffled ‘mmhmm’ from the mattress.

“Words baby. Did I hurt you?” He lifted himself off her and rolled over to his side. “Austin?” He worried he’s pushed her too far.

She turned her head to face him, a deeply contented look on her face, cheeks flushed and a hint of a smirk. “I’m fine.” She replied in her usual Georgia drawl. Shane breathed a sigh of relief, “Just don’t make me get up anytime soon.” Shane chuckled and smiled a broad smile.

“Legs ain’t working right?” Austin chuckled softly, slapping him on the ass. The bed dipped as Shane got up and walked to the attached bathroom. It dipped again as he returned a few minutes later, Austin hadn’t moved until a solid arm wrapped around her waist pulling her against Shane’s naked body and a sheet was pulled up over her. “Ain’t gonna make you move baby. Might wake you up in a few hours though.”

“Promise?” Austin draped her leg over his and the familiar scent of oranges filled the air. Shane’s arm wrapped around keeping her tightly against him but she didn’t seem to mind. And for the first time in a long time, neither did Shane. He’d let her sleep a few hours before waking her up, just as he’d said, it was going to be an all nighter and Shane Walsh was a man of his word. Austin Walker was in his bed after nearly ten years, and as the fog of sleep began to envelop him a thought he hadn’t expected went to sleep with him. He wanted her.

OOO

Well, I think it can be assured that I am simply incapable of a short on shot. Meh, whatevs, that was fun. Hope you guys liked this one, I’m honestly considering writing more on this particular story, maybe making it into a two shot and maybe going into how they got together the first time. Hope you guys liked my OC Austin, let me know if you’d like to read more. I feel like I've been writing this thing forever so I’m glad it’s finally done. Finishing a story would be an achievement if ten more weren’t already living rent free in my head. I might also write an apocalypse one shot but give me your feedback and let me know if that is something you guys would like to read. Take care my lovelies.

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[bbyheedeungie]

So Damn Wrong | Ex-Boyfriend! Jake AU

Pairings: Jake x Reader ft. Na Jaemin

Genre: Heavy smut, angst

Warnings: oral sex in public place, unprotected sex, choking, cheating, toxic relationship

Synopsis: It's been months since you've broken up with Jake. Now dating Jaemin, Jake suddenly decides that he wants you back. And now, he's gonna make you his again one way or another.

"This is wrong Jake, we should stop." You say breathily, trying to stand up straight even though your legs begged to give in.

"You're right, so damn wrong." Jake says in between placing kisses on your chest.

"But why aren't you pushing me away, baby?"

Author's note: Ahh, my two favorite genres. Bye bye cinnamon roll Jake for now.

Three months. After ending things with Jake, you've managed to make it through three months of avoiding him at school, at the mall, and even in the neighborhood. You made sure not to run into him at the park, taking into consideration at what time and day he'd walk Lyala. Fortunately, it seems like he never made any attempt to reach out to you in those three months either. It was hell really. On the first week after the breakup, you did nothing but bawl your eyes out and eat sweets, refusing to go outside. He really broke you, cheated on you and made you feel unworthy of faithfulness. Every night, your insecurities ate you up, haunting you and asking you over and over what Jake saw in that other girl that you didn't have.

But storms never last forever, and one day you decided to just suck it all up. You were gonna be strong from now on. You're gonna be a whole new person, and you swore you'll never let anyone hurt you the same way again. And that's when you met Jaemin. Well, it wasn't really your first meeting, but it was your first time talking to him when the two of you were paired up for a school project. And one thing led to another, from simple late night conversations to making out inside his car on your third date, the two of you ended up together. And now, it's been 2 weeks since you've started dating Jaemin when you come face to face with Jake in the empty hallways for the first time in months.

"Y/N."

"Jake."

It was painful for Jake. Yep, it was all his fault. He had a choice and he chose to cheat on you with some insanely hot brunette. Only for him to realize what he lost when you've already walked out of his life. He really fucked up, and he hated himself everyday for it. But he chose not to chase after you, thinking you were better off without him.

But that didn't mean you were better off with someone else. When he heard the news, it felt like his whole world had stopped. As if his heart had come to a halt. It was too soon.

And then he saw yours and Jaemin's entwined hands as he walks you to your class, you give Jaemin a quick kiss on the cheek before waving good bye and Jake felt rage bubble up inside his chest. At that moment, he saw red. He wanted to punch something, to hurt something. Did he want to hurt Jaemin or did he want to hurt himself? He didn't know. It fucking hurt. To see someone else in his shoes. To see what could've been him treating you right. He couldn't take it, he couldn't accept that you've moved on and you've replaced him in your heart completely.

And now, here you are staring back at him. Your heart pounded so hard in your chest. You were on your way back to class from the infirmary because you accidentally pricked your finger while doing embroidery at home economics class. While Jake, he'd just exited the men's restroom. The two of you never really had your closure. You were too pained to talk to him back then. But seeing him now, you felt like you still weren't ready. Not because you still held a grudge, but because your heart still flutters at the sight of him.

"I should get back to class." You excuse yourself, breaking eye contact. But Jake wasn't gonna let you slip away, no. He grabs a hold of your wrist, pulling you inside the empty restroom and locking it instantly.

"Jake, what—" He pins you against the door, crashing his lips against yours as he traps you in between his arms that was placed on either side of your head. He kissed you feverishly, his hand coming down to hold you by the nape of your neck to deepen the kiss as his other hand squeezes on your hips. Desire pooled in between your legs and your mind was hazy, kissing him back with the same passion as you grip on his shoulders, trying to pull his body closer to yours. You were unable to think straight, unable to think rationally. A small voice in your head screamed to stop, but was quickly silenced as Jake hikes your skirt up, caressing your thigh as his lips found its way onto your neck.

"Ohh, Jake." You moaned as he found the sweet spot on your neck, biting and sucking knowing how it drives you crazy.

"You're gonna have to be quiet for me, princess." He whispers lowly on your ear as he unbuttons your blouse, fondling and squeezing your bra-cladded breast.

You let out a whimper as he pushes your bra down, freeing your erect nipples. He doesn't waste time as he puts it into his mouth, circling the sensitive areola with his tongue and sucking harshly, making you arch your back in pain and pleasure as you entangle your fingers in his hair. You were soaking wet at this point, your body burning with need.

"This is wrong Jake, we should stop." You say breathily, trying to stand up straight even though your legs begged to give in.

"You're right, so damn wrong." Jake says in between placing kisses on your chest. "But why aren't you pushing me away, baby?"

And you kept on asking yourself the same question. But your mind was too foggy to care. You needed release. You needed to be fucked. He leads you to the sinks, placing you on top so now he stood in between your legs.

"Please.." You begged him, guiding his hand to your crotch shamelessly. This small action made Jake's heart jump for joy, and his cock twitch in excitement. His cock was painfully hard now, but he can't fuck you yet.

"You dirty girl, look at you, begging to be fingered by me."

He pushes your soiled panties aside, letting his finger slide into your slippery cunt, letting your juices coat his fingertips as he rubs your clitoris. You bit your lip so hard, trying to supress the noises that your mouth threatened to release. He enters two fingers, fingering you in and out. The sound of your wet cunt drove him crazy, he wanted to eat you out so badly. He curls his fingers inside you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt yourself growing closer to your climax. But Jake knew you too well, he knew when you were about to come. The way your body flinches and your breathing speeds up, your pussy leaking of juices. But he just can't let you come, not yet. He stops, pulling his fingers out.

"No, please don't stop." You cried so desperately as you attempt to finish it yourself. But Jake stops your hand before it can even get close to your heat.

"Patience, baby girl." he plants a chaste kiss on your lips before pushing you down, your head rested on the wall and your legs spread for him even more. He eyes your messed up clothes and hair, appreciating how effortlessly gorgeous you could looked in any circumstance.

He draws his face closer to your cunt, grabbing hold of your thighs before digging in like a starved animal. He licked you good, working his tongue on your overly sensitive folds. He missed this, he missed your taste so much.

"Ah, Jake I'm so close. Don't stop." You moaned as you push his head closer to your pussy, his tongue digging deeper inside you as he lapped up your juices. He squeezed your thighs hard. And with one final flick of his tongue, you reach your high. In which he gratefully accept. Your whole body shooked with the intensity of your orgasm, but you weren't quite finished yet.

"Fuck- Fuck me Jake, please. Please I need you inside me, I want that cock fucking me hard." You begged, almost close to tears. You were so sexually aroused, nothing even mattered anymore. This time, Jake decided to give in to your request, his pants too unbearably tight.

He unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants down together with his boxers. His hard cock sprang free, his slit dripping with pre-cum. The sight made you lick your lips involuntarily. He positions himself on your entrance, pushing all the way in. You arch your back in pleasure as he repeats the action over and over, pulling himself almost out and then slamming all the way back into your pussy. He was fucking you so hard and fast as his hand comes to wrap around your neck, just the way you liked it.

"You're mine, Y/N. You'll aways be mine." He growls as he kept ramming his cock into you, slipping in and out so easily as your breasts bounced matching his pace. Only the sound of skin slapping and breathy moans and whimpers can be heard as you felt yourself getting closer to another orgasm.

"J-Jake.." Your voice was shaking as you called his name over and over.

"That's right, moan my name for everyone to hear. Fuck, I'm so close baby." Jake groaned breathily, thrusting his hips into you at full speed.

"Ohh Jake!" you cried as you hit your release with one final stroke, his warm load shoot inside you. He places his forehead against yours, breathing heavily as he savours his high.

"I still love you. Y/N."

But the bliss subsides soon enough, and reality hits you hard. Everything came crashing back, making you realize what you've just done. You cheated.

"No, we shouldn't have done this. This was a mistake." You say as you quickly fix yourself, or atleast try to look decent again. Jake clenched his fists, pain stung him as tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

"How could you say that, Y/N. You know you still love me too." He says, grabbing your shoulders. But the truth is, he's not reallly sure about it.

"No, Jake. I love Jaemin. I was wrong. So damn wrong. I cheated on him the way you cheated on me. That is so fucked up, Jake. He doesn't deserve this." You cried, pushing him away as you walked out the door. Jake was left standing there, with the numbing ache in his chest not going away anytime soon.

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[ilove-cedricdiggory]

Moony

Remus x Reader

Part 2

Summary - After you left Remus after telling him about your pregnancy, you're now trying to juggle being pregnant by yourself in a foreign country, along with your three best friends searching for you.

Trigger Warning - Cursing, mentions of abortion, angst, it's longish? I think that's all. Let me know if there's more though.

Italics are letters, Bold is unknown to the readers.

America.

That's the only way you can really describe it. It is, well, America. Some places are incredibly beautiful, some terribly ugly. Some incredibly cold, some unbearably hot. Some busier than Diagon Alley on the day all the kids come to buy their things, some slower than a virgin's bedroom.

You hadn't seen much, especially seeing as how you had only been there for a week, but it was already more than you expected. You expected a stern talking to, you expected a bed rest, you expected a midwife in every thirty minutes, and you definitely expected to have someone at your side every second of the day. But, that wasn't what you got.

Especially seeing as how, your Great Grandpa kicked the rest of your family out of the house before you arrived, not wanting his favorite grandkid to be in an uncomfortable home, especially while she was growing his two great, great grandkids.

He was incredibly wealthy, a pure blood from England gone American. You had been the only one that actively spoke to him and visited him as often as you could while he lived in England. Now, your family was watching the sand fall in his hourglass to see who got the most money from his will. Honestly, though, you could see the man living another 200 years - just to spite them all.

He had taken you out, shown you incredible things, although you were stuck in a stupid state of unbearable heat - Texas. Although, the heat had taken you out of the sweaters that had you crying every time you got a whiff of his scent, and into some beautiful maternity sun dresses. You had already sent 20 pictures to Molly.

You had yet to write to Lily though, but her owls came twice a day, at least. You were starting to worry that she would get on James' broom and follow the owl herself to find you. Her letters really all stayed the same.

Y/n, just tell me where you are. I won't tell Remus, or Sirius. Heck, I won't even tell James. Harry and I will come visit and I'll tell you all about how I beat Remus' arse. Or how James did....Or how Sirius did. But, please, just write me back. I love you. I miss you incredibly.

Then you had

Y/n, come on, you really have me worried. The entire order has heard about what happened and I think they're all freaking out each second like we are. We miss you. You're the ray of Hufflepuff joy we all need, the always Ravenclaw intelligence the boys really need, the absolute Gryffindor bravery in the craziest of situations that the order needs, and the Slytherin strength I need. Please, just write back.

Then, she got help from the boys - or, the ones you would be open to hear from.

Y/n, while I have to be honest, Lily is standing over my shoulder watching me write this, I was going to do it either way. Remus was an absolute arse, I understand that, but we miss you. Lily, Harry and I want nothing more than for you to be home, with us even. You don't have to see him, you really don't. We just want to be here for you through this time, the good and the bad. Please write back.

When that didn't work, you had a howler from Sirius.

Y/n Y/l/n, I swear, if you don't write me back, I'm gonna jump into the paper and send myself! I'm going absolutely crazy watching Lily freak out every day! You're the only one that can calm her, not even James is doing it! You're taking away my precious James time! I fucking miss you - okay? Moony is an absolute dick. He deserved you walking out on him, he really did, but please don't walk out on all of us too. Y/n, we miss you, we really do. Moony isn't even here anymore, he left after we all went to Molly's - Sirius, don't tell her that! - Shit, fuck, how do I scratch that? Uhhh, I didn't say that. Erase! Erase! Lily, how do I erase on a howler? Fuck. Whatever. I'm sure it erased. But, come home. I'll make James make you that surprisingly good chicken he makes and I'm sure Lily would love to give you some old baby momma clothes or whatever the fuck they're called. I just - we just - no, I miss you, okay? Come home.

Your heart broke, not just because Remus was missing, but because your friends were hurt.

You sat down at the table in your guest house, sighing softly. A quill and some parchment sat before you, your hand shaking as you dipped it into the ink.

Lily, James, and Sirius.

While I know I could write a letter to each of you separately, I'm almost positive you're all together, or you're gonna call each other as soon as you get my letter.

I'm okay, I think. Not as okay as I wish I was, I cry a lot. While I wish I could blame it on the hormones, I know it's not. Everything reminds me of him, even here. No, I'm not in England, I'm in the states. I'm staying with some family and I think it's doing me well. At least, I've started to own my pregnancy.

After what Remus said to me, my body broke. I just about hated the fact that I was pregnant. Not my kids, just that I was pregnant. But, with each day, I realize that this pregnancy is the thing I needed most. While I wish I didn't have to say this - it showed me the man Remus is. Does that mean I cry any less? Of course not - you guys know me.

But, I really don't think I can come home, at least not yet. I'm still trying to figure out what I'm to do. I love Remus with every fiber of my being, but how do you love a man that told you to get rid of your own children, the minute he gets home from a mission he could have died from? How do you let him hold you as he feels the two children you both created grow in your belly knowing he hates them?

I'm going to come home eventually, of course I am. And I already promised Molly I'll be back for a visit soon, and you guys are more than welcome to come visit once I teach my family how to properly floo in America - did you know they don't do that here? It's super weird. But, I love you three incredibly. I'm so sorry this has happened. Be safe.

Your heart broke as you debated on writing more, about what your heart was still set on. Remus. Where was he? Where did he go? Had they heard from him? Was he looking for you? But you couldn't bring yourself to ask them.

The owl was sent with their letter, leaving you in the silence once more.

How could you feel so absolutely alone when you had people wanting nothing more than to be with you? Is it what you thought you deserved? They were his friends before they were yours. You felt horrible that they were taking your side. You felt your heart ripping slowly with each beat it made in it's spot in your being. It was like one half of your heart was tied to Remus' and with each beat away from him, it tore you apart - slowly, filling you with excruciating pain.

Five minutes after the letter was sent, you were standing, trying to find a way to busy your mind.

Ten minutes after the letter was sent, you were crouching in the corner, the weight of your predicament pressing down on you so hard, it's like it formed hands and was set on pushing you six feet under without any hole dug for your body.

Twenty minutes after the letter was sent, your body was shaking with it's sobs once more, the loss of not only your spouse, but also the friends you loved almost as much as him.

An hour later, you had fallen asleep on the floor, your mind groggy and your heart tearing with each beat, your conscious hoping to pull you away from the pain your felt in the body that was supposed to be yours - but belonged to the man who seemed to not want you anymore.

It was dark, so incredibly dark. The only thing that was seen was the moon, halfway full in it's wake. The only thing heard was the pads of feet stomping on the ground as they ran. Ran where? Ran why? You could feel the pain in your chest, but it was like it wasn't your own. As you came to a stop, you looked at a building that seemed a familiar kind of unfamiliar - although that didn't really make much sense to you.

Before you realized it, you were slumped over the toilet, letting out the contents of your stomach. One of your hands pulled your hair to one side of your shoulder, keeping it there. But all you could think was how badly you wish it was Remus holding your hair, rubbing your back as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

But all that mattered today was to get through it, like any other day.

One day following the motions.

Two days following the motions.

Three, four, five days.

Until your hands were pulled from your face, the skin around your fingers almost chewed to nothing, the warm face of Lily standing before you.

"If I see you bite your fingers one more time, I'm going to hex them to taste like Harry's dirty diapers." She spoke, pulling you up from your spot on the couch.

"Lily - I." You stopped, looking around her to see James, Sirius, and Harry. "How?" You asked, looking back into the eyes of your best friend.

"Your great grandpa is super cool. I think he was getting tired of all the letters we were sending him too and gave us the floo network here to knock you out of whatever it is you're in." Sirius spoke, Harry on his shoulders, pulling at his hair.

"You guys-" You were cut off with Lily pulling you into her hold, her larger belly pressed against yours as you both attempted to properly hug one another.

"I have missed you, so much" Her voice was soft, uncommon for Lily. Her hands held you tightly, almost like she was holding onto you to make sure you didn't disappear once more.

"Come on Lils, other people missed her too." Sirius spoke to cause her to pull away and glare at the man. "If you weren't holding onto my kid, I'd have hexed you so hard for that." She said, moving to grab Harry from his shoulders as James wrapped you up in a hug himself.

"If we hadn't seen you for another day, I think Lily was going to fly off on my broom." He said, causing you to laugh at your own prediction.

You finally got to Sirius, his arms holding you tighter than the two. "I'm sorry." He mumbled, his hold growing tighter. "What are you sorry for, Siri?" You asked him, pulling away to look into his face.

"What he said, what he did. That's not what you deserved." He mumbled, pushing your hair back a bit. "I swear, I about pounded his face in at Molly's. I think Arthur had to separate me magically." He trailed off, looking at the floor.

His words brought tears to your eyes once more, your heart feeling empty, yet full. "That's not your fault, Sirius. We all knew he didn't want kids, but we weren't careful. I don't know why his reaction surprised me." You were honest with them, having thought this entire thing was truly your fault.

The three of them surrounded you, their eyes narrow with intent. "Y/n, the last thing this is, is your fault. You're his fiancée, not a random person. Either way, those are his kids. He shouldn't have treated you like he did." James spoke with meaning, wanting you to understand each word he spoke.

Somehow, the four of you relaxed enough to find yourself growing to bed. You showed Sirius his room, a place where James and Lily can lay Harry, and then their own room, before finding your way to your own.

You laid in bed, wide awake. You knew what tonight was, the night before the full moon, and knew that Remus was probably out wherever he was, already in pain. Every turn was different, it truly was, but each night before the full moon, his body ached, his bones almost softened, knowing they would be breaking and turning in 24 hours, and his head psyched him out, especially when you weren't there. This was now the third full moon your financé was to handle without you.

You refused to cry, knowing Lily always had a third sense to that stuff, and willed yourself to sleep. But, you laid there.

And laid there.

And laid there some more, until you couldn't handle the quiet, and found yourself moving out of the room and towards Sirius'.

You had slept with Sirius before, each time when Remus was gone and your heart could hardly handle it. Now, the three hearts inside of you couldn't stand the guilt of not being with him.

The door didn't creak when you opened it, none of the floor boards made a sound, but that somehow made it worse. Your feet carried you to the dark haired man, seeing his sleeping frame move, sensing another person there.

His eyes jerked open, coming to look at you as he smiled sadly. "How did I know you'd come in here. Just can't resist the charm, can you?" His voice was deeper, rougher from sleep. It calmed you, but never like Remus' did. You waddled closer to the man, his arms opening for you as you crawled into him.

You both laid in silence, but awake now, as you took in the moment.

"I miss him, Siri. I know I shouldn't, I know I should hate him, but my entire being misses him." Your voice was softer than his was, much softer, but it wasn't because you were afraid of him, but because you were afraid of your own truth.

"I know you do. I know he misses you too. You guys are kinda like Lily and James, meant to be. He's just, an absolute git for this." His fingers worked in your hair, rubbing your scalp and causing your eyes to close in comfort.

"I thought we were meant to be too. But, he doesn't want me anymore. He doesn't want us." At that, Sirius rested a hand at your bump, this being the first touch they really had beside your own. "He does, he's just stupid and scared. Either way, you have us. Aunt Lily, Uncle James, and, the absolute best uncle in the world, Uncle Siri. We've got you." His sensere words lulled you to sleep, a sleep where you felt safe and happy falling into.

You were running again, but it didn't feel like you were in danger. It felt like you were running to run, really. Which, was something you did not do. You weren't in the woods, but you didn't know where you were. All you did know is that you were still scared. Absolutely, bone crushingly scared.

With each step you took, the fear grew. How could you possibly be this scared? You were looking for something, but you didn't know what. You were shaking, but from both the cold and the fear. You were shaking. Shaking. Shaking

Shaking. "Y/n, wake up!" Sirius was looking down at you, his eyes full of excitement. "Your great grandpa is showing us the American version of Diagon Alley today!" You smiled up at him, nodding.

"Okay, okay, let me get changed."

The four of you had left your Grandpa once he settled himself down to play some wizards chess, waving you off.

"You know where the house is when you're done, I've got a title to keep."

You wandered through stores, showing them the few things you had learned so far about the wizarding world here. The four of you had just walked into their version of Flourish and Blotts when you were stopped by an older couple. "Oh, you both look absolutely wonderful! I remember when I was that pregnant. How far are you both?" she was smiling at you and Lily, growing closer to you.

"I'm due in about a week and a half. We already have one, Harry, who's staying with her family." She had pointed to you, smiling at the older woman. "Oh, I'd expect you to be due any day now. Seconds always come early and you look family dropped. What about you dear?" She had looked to you, glancing at your own belly.

"Oh, I'm only a few months along. Twins." You laughed, your hand resting protectively on your belly. "Awe, that's lovely. You both look radiant. Two amazing father's, I hope?" She now looked at James and Sirius, smiling at them. "Oh, no, I'm not the father. Our best mate is." Sirius spoke, gesturing to you. "Well, I dunno, is he?" He asked, looking at the three of you. "It's complicated." Lily said, smiling.

The older woman nodded, smiling. "I completely understand. I wish you both the best of luck." She bid you all adu, leaving with her husband.

"I can't tell if that was awkward or sweet." James laughed, leading you all to the door to leave.

You all laughed as you walked through the Wizarding space until you and Lily began complaining about the swollen ankles and bloated stomach enough to convince James and Sirius to guide you both home.

As the day turned into night, you now showing your friends the muggle artifacts your grandpa has collected from his move to the states. That was, until Lily groaned in pain.

"Fuck, she was right." The young woman grumbled, clenching her bump. "What do you mean?" James asked, his hand on her back softly. "He's coming early, James. I'm in labor, fuck." She groaned again, tilting her head back at the pain she was feeling for the second time in her life.

"Shit, Sirius, go find some towels. I'll go tell grandpa to write the healer for labor." You spoke, pointing Sirius in the direction of the towels before moving to Lily. "It'll be okay, okay? Everything will be fine." She nodded, gripping your hand tightly as she looked in your eyes. She smiled before groaning once more, a contraction hitting her. "Okay, okay, healer. You guys lay her down." Sirius returned with multiple towels, James and him laying a few out before helping Lily lay down on them.

You turned to waddle out of your home, attempting to get to your grandpa's house as quickly as possible.

Three steps towards his house, you heard a twig snap.

Five steps towards his house, you heard a thud.

Nine steps towards his house, a figure stopped before you, it's frame furry and bent, a growl releasing from his lips.

A werewolf.

How the fuck is a werewolf standing in front of you, in the middle of fucking Texas, in a populated muggle area?

You took a few steps backwards, until it clicked.

The only Werewolf that would spend his full moon looking for you was the same werewolf that has plagued your mind for the past month.

Moony.

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Ok so I want to get better at writing banter and Ransom I feel like is a good character to practice this with. As always constructive criticism is welcome. These are my fanfics I don't give anyone permission to steal these as their own or take them.

It was 7am....dear Goddess it was too early for his shit. Hugh Ransom Drysdale was in your kitchen causing a ruckus about some little detail or other. He could be such a perfectionist jackass, but he didn't know everything.

"Hugh..." he was too lost in his tirade "HUGH!!"

He turned on you eyes blazing "WHAT!"

"I haven't finished my one cup of coffee yet and at this rate what's the point it's basically an ice cube." You set the cup down gently, "what is going on?"

"I'm sorry? What is going on!! Haven't you been paying attention, I've only been telling you about this for the last 10 minutes." He snarled.

"Honestly I wasn't listening, and I seriously feel like you wait till I'm drinking my coffee to have meltdown because you think it's funny to deny me coffee."

Ransom smiled internally, he really did love interrupting your morning cup of coffee, it was a fun game he played, that he suspected you knew about but couldn't prove.

"Whats going on is my breakfast was put in the wrong room and by the time I found it, it was cold! Is everyone you hire incompetent?"

"First off my staff is highly qualified, second if you didn't insist on some mediocre details maybe I could run this with a skeleton crew like Harlan did, but you demand perfection in a time period. Third your breakfast is always served in the same spot, maybe if you kept to the schedule you make us keep it wouldn't be cold when you find it."

"I expect a hot breakfast waiting for me when I'm finished getting dressed that isn't too hard a task."

"No you want and I quote breakfast served no later than 6:45 so that it will be waiting for you. What do you think happens to food that waits?" You looked up at his towering figure as he loomed over you. Growing up you've always been the smallest kid in the room so his size wasn't as threatening to you as he wanted it to be.

"......well? Do you know or need me to spell it out for you? Food that waits gets.."

"Gets cold, I know I'm not stupid I got the best in private education!" He smirks at you

"Obviously not the best if they didn't teach you about basic thermodynamics!"

His face fell and a shadow passed over his eyes "everyone out."

The kitchen staff froze, they were just pretending to be busy before when they were being ignored but now they had been addressed directly by Ransom and it took them a moment before they started filing out of the kitchen.

You backed up from the counter top, grabbing your forgotten coffee mug as you moved. And began walking away from Ransom.

"I didn't say you could leave, I just needed everyone else gone." Ransom quickly closed the little distance between the two of you, standing with his chest almost touching your shoulder.

Turning to face him, you emptied the cold coffee into the sick behind you. "I wasn't leaving just decided to make another cup." With that you tried to go around Ransom to get to the coffee pot, but he grabbed your forearm stopping you. You looked down at where he grabbed you "please let go Hugh."

"I'm your boss, and you will. not. walk away from me when I'm talking to you." He punctuated those three words by grabbing tighter to your arm. The pain wasn't unbearable but you knew a bruise would be there later.

"I'm not walking away I'm just getting coffee, but if you insist on being cheek to cheek for this I'm going to need you to bend down a whole lot so I can reach your face." You had to clench your jaw to stop the smile from forming on your face at your own remark.

He let you go and smoothed down today's scarf, and gave you a small nod

It was tense few moments while you pretended not to be bothered by him and make your coffee, course that jerk looked completely at ease. You finished making your cup and turned to Ransom. Looking at him leaning perfectly content again the counter, if he can relax you can sit. You set the cup down near Ransom, he looked at you right as you jumped up onto the counter. There now you could be eye level with him and not have to keep looking up.

Turning all the way to face you, "well, not only was that fun to watch but I do have better access this way."

You rolled your eyes "Cool your jets Hugh."

"You know you could call me Ransom if you want." He's so close to you, he's touching your knees as you keep them closed.

Putting your hand on his chest you push him back "Listen HUGH, in your dreams! If you need to get laid that badly I'm sure you've got a rolodex of services you can call." You crossed your legs and stared at him. "Don't try that shit again, im here to do my job not shoot myself in the foot by sleeping with my boss."

"Why are your references sooo damn old?" He licked his lips. "And why is it sooo cute when you do that?" He walked up to you again.

"Hugh! I mean it back. Off!" You put your foot up to keep him from getting closer to you "im not one of your little playthings!"

"Oh honey, how wrong you are. You work for me, which means I basically own you, which means, you are one of my playthings." He pushed your foot down and spread your legs so he could stand between them.

Ransom wrapped his arms around your waist stopping you from scooting back.

You struggled against his hold but it was useless, his grip on you was firm, he wasn't letting you go anywhere.

Ransom lowered his head down to your neck, breathing in your scent as he went up from you collarbone to your ear. You shuddered at the intimacy. "Tell me you don't like this, and I'll stop." He whispered against the shell of your ear.

His hands kneaded your thighs while his lips feathered ever so lightly back down your neck.

You wanted so badly to tell him it didn't feel good but he was hitting all your spots and doing it with such expertise. A moan escaped your lips before you could stop it.

Ransom moved his hands up the outside of your thighs, till he got to your ass. Giving it a hard squeeze, he made you roll your head back as another moan left you.

With your head back he had perfect access to your neck, Ransom licked the sensitive spot where the neck and shoulder met. You were lost in his hands and his tongue, letting out small whimpers as he only did just enough to tease you. "Ransom, ple.." he bit your neck hard and squeezed your cheeks again before you could finish asking him for more.

Why was this man able to play you like a damn expert!! Tell your body to stop and push him away. It was just hard to do considering the last time you had sex with someone it was just OK and you really needed a good release. And knowing how satisfied the women he slept with left this house, you really shouldn't be surprised when he made you feel good with only the little he's touched you.

Against your will, your body leaned into his touch, you arched your back pushing your chest to his. Your hands grabbed his hair and pulled him closer. Closing your eyes as you moaned, at the way he bit and squeezed you.

And then, he was gone....

You sit on the counter not opening your eyes and you can feel his stupid smirk without having to look at him. You hear footsteps receding and before they disappear Ransom calls to you "tol you, you were my plaything." The door shuts behind him.

You hang your head forward and force out a large breath, frustrated with Ransom but mostly frustrated with yourself and how you just let him have his way with you.

".....Well, fuck!" You jumped down and get your staff back into the kitchen to finish their jobs.

All mistakes are mine, if you have comments or suggestions feel free to comment. Thanks for reading

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Beauty and the beast

Darth maul x Fem Princess reader

|part 1|may possibly be a 2nd part.

Summary: when maul takes up a job that benefits the sith, he never expected the unimaginable to happen. But here the princess of the backwater planet is, falling for the monstrous Sith. Who's to say maul isn't quite infatuated with her as well?

Warnings: this takes place before the phantom menac! It probably sucks and I once again made up a planet to fit this little idea better! Slight, BRIEF angst. Fluff.

*Not my gif!*

The Sith watched in awe, lips slightly parted in bewilderment at how she flawlessly moved about the room. Floating like a feather among the palace.

Elegant, the first word to grace his mind as he watched the way she moved across the pristine marble floor. Her scarlet dress was made from the finest silk hugging her body perfectly, Gold trimming woven into the plunging neckline that exposed more of her chest to his golden eyes, the slight spicks of crimson like stares alight in the dark sky as he watches from the shadows. She was truly an angel that graced this planet, her beauty incomparable to anything other than the gorgeous creatures on Iego. her smile radiant, voice a melody that rolled off her tongue like molasses. He had only spotted her earlier into the day, but then he was afraid to stare for too long, afraid he'd get caught by the owners of this palace. Why would the king want a monster such as the sith lord gazing upon the princess?

Maul couldn't help but feel the way his hearts practically long to know if her skin were as soft as it looked beneath the chandeliers golden light, wanting to feel her soft ruby painted lips against his in the lightest of kisses. The appending desire to hold her growing into an intense unbearable need the longer he gazed at her while she spoke with people of her kingdom, the ballroom alive with joy and happiness.

This kingdom wasn't as popular as others, rather a backwater planet that the present kings father had built up from the muddy ground, restoring order among the green humid planet. Giving the world law and order like it desperately needed, peace restored to the people who once killed one another over prized possessions or food. The former king built this very palace and hustled enough to earn a wealthy amount of credits to buy the kingdom food, killing no more among this planet. But since this planet, Ethoria was so peaceful and strict on that fact, many people with bounty on their heads sought a secretary here, meaning many bounty hunters came by and broke the law.

So after finding out about a particular assassin, one highly trained to kill the bounty hunters. The present king began bargaining with an old friend, pledging his allegiance to the sith lord count Dooku and aiding him in whatever needs possible if he could just borrow the sith darth maul, the assassin in question. Like say if the king's people ever bear a force sensitive child, Dooku may train the child in the ways of the sith if desired. Of course Maul agreed to help, given the order to do so by his master Darth Sidious.

Maul thought this mission would be quite boring, waiting around all day for the bounty hunters to enter this system to do their killing. But after meeting the king in the throne room and laying eyes on the princess, a gorgeous woman who made even the brightest of stars seem dull. Maul began to rethink his opinion on this mission, it would indeed be intriguing. Especially after the king gave maul the privilege of sleeping in a spare room among the palace.

Her laugh, the angelic sound is what broke his thoughts. Snapped back into reality, Maul is surprised to see the beauty known as the princess stood before him. Her eyes glued to his as she smiles at him. The sight caused his hearts to beat more rapidly, quite literally taking his breath away with one simple look. It was then, he knew she had been trying to speak with him, only to have him gawking like an idiot.

Clearing his throat, Maul bows in courtesy. “Please forgive me princess, my mind seems to be elsewhere” he smiles at her, hands clasped in front of him as the hood of his black cloak covers the horns atop his head, but the golden hue of the ballrooms light shows a glimpse of the ones on his temple.

The princess only lets out a light chuckle, the sound embedding itself in Maul's memory. “No need to worry yourself. I only came by to offer you my company, you looked awful lonely standing over here in the shadows” she said, voice soft. Her eyes roaming his face with a look one could only describe as admiration. It surprised maul to receive such a look from the gorgeous princess.

“I prefer it that way” the words slip off his tongue with no thought to them, her sparkling vibrant Y/E/C eyes seem to deflate, gaze averted to the marble floor.

“Oh, then I'm sorry to have bothered you” she offered a smaller smile than before, but it still held a friendliness to it as the other more brighter smiles flashed his way.

Having realized his mistake, Maul leans forward in the flash of light and grabs her hand. Soft and delicate, a feeling he had never felt before. It sent shivers down his spine, heart swelling with an unfamiliar feeling as he caught her eyes, framed by dark lashes that fluttered in surprise by his haste to keep her in his company. Her lips had parted as she looked as if she wanted to speak, but no words fell from her mouth as goosebumps arose on her exposed skin. Maul knew that he wasn't the only one affected by the touch shared between him and her once he spotted the bumps on her flesh.

“I would like you to show me around the garden” he spoke almost shyly, afraid she'd recoil from his touch in disgust. Afraid of his menacing appearance as a Zabrak while she was a gorgeous human. But the princess seemed to be full of surprises as she smiled at him sweetly before nodding in agreement to his request.

“Of course, follow me then maul” the way his name rolled off her tongue makes his heart go wild, thumping against his ribcage as if begging to escape and have her take them away so they can beat for her and her alone.

And so he followed her, surprised she still held his gloved hand in her own, as she walked him through the palace and out into the crisp night air. Although the mornings on this planet could be humid and hot, the nights were cold. While the princess admired the night sky, gazing at the two moons in the sky accompanied by the stars and planet's hanging in the dark sky with wonder. Maul admired her with the same unfamiliar swelling in his hearts, like a flower blooming for the first time in spring, new to the sunshine that embraced it, surrounding it with warmth in the promise of happiness and life, protection.

Maul stood there like a newly bloomed flower as his sunshine stood beside him holding his hand talking about the stars and moons in the sky while he soaked in her radiance. Perhaps it was love coursing through his veins, embracing his hearts and soul. He knew he shouldn't fall victim to her beauty though, for it were liable he would only be broken once the feelings go unrequited. Why would she love him when her kingdom provides her other souls that can live peacefully while he practices the art of murder?

“What's on you're mind?” she spoke up, yet again breaking his thoughts and snapping him back into reality.

He only sighs and looks around at the garden, many exotic flowers reside in the garden, closed up due to the sun's absence. “It's better left unspoken, princess” he replied to her concern as they walked through the garden. A pond surrounded by stone walls in the middle of the garden cast under a blue hue by the moons above. The princess leads maul over to the pond and they sit on the stone wall keeping the water in.

“Please call me Y/N, there is no need for such formalities out here” she giggled while a burst of wind breezed by, her shiver not going unnoticed by maul.

Ever the gentleman, he takes his cloak off, sadly letting her hand go to do so, revealing his unshadowed face. Crimson skin adorned by inky black tattoos, patterns that make her heart beat quicker by the full view of his face now. Horns small that emerge from his head like a crown, golden eyes surprisingly soft as he offered her his cloak to keep warm. She takes it, slipping it on and wrapping it around herself. His warmth still on it, his scent almost dizzying as she feels her cheeks heat up.

“Thank you maul” she muttered as he offered her a little nod and smile. Nervous under her intense gaze as she admired him, how his crimson and obsidian skin glow beneath the duel moon's light. He was truly a magnificent sight in her eyes, a handsome soul incomparable to anyone else. “Not only a gentleman but a handsome one at that” she compliments him, face flushed.

The zabrak practically snaps his head toward her with a shocked expression. Had he heard her right? Or was his mind playing cruel tricks on him? But one look into her soft enchanting eyes, he saw the awestruck glint in them, how her admiration spills from her own being in waves, detected in the force.

“I think the cold has made you delusional princess -

“I thought we had established to call me by my name?”

“I mean Y/N, and as I was saying -

“Wasn't important because I already know it's nothing but a load of bantha fodder” she cut his words off yet again, already knowing he was about to degrade himself in some form.

“How do you know if you haven't heard what I have to say?” he inquired with an amused smirk, golden eyes sparkling with joy.

“one doesn't need the force to know when someone is about to say something incredibly stupid” she mused with a little shake of her head, her eyes drifting down to her hands folded in her lap. She missed the feeling of his hand in her own, something she didn't know he missed as well.

“Not even known me for an hour and yet you seem to read me well” he lets out a chuckle, “You are quite the character darling” he shakes his head with a fond smile dancing across his lips. His hearts growing attached to her already, despite having only known her for a short period of time.

The wind blew once more, causing fallen leaves to sweep across the garden floor in a swirling dance. Maul watched them but felt the ticklish feeling of one leaf land on his head, his horns keeping the browning thing there. Giggling at the sight, Y/N watches how maul simply gives her a playful glare until his lips tug up in a small grin.

“I'll get it for you, hold still” she slowly leans closer to his side, reaching a delicate hand up to remove the dying leaf from his head. Her fingers letting the leaf go as she kept her hand in place, awestruck by how soft his skin felt beneath her fingertips. Slowly she touched one of his horns as he watched her face display her adoring look, admiring his handsome features as her hand slowly trails down from his horn to press her palm against his cheek, lips parted as she gazed at him with love. The look overwhelming maul almost as he subconsciously leans into her soft touch. The low purr emitting from his chest fueling Y/N to continue, leaning her face closer to his, warm breath gracing his skin, the desire to feel her lips growing stronger as her eyes flutter closed and their noses brush against each other. Lips nearly touch, ghosting over another.

“M'lady Y/N! You're father has been - oh my! I'm sorry to -

Practically pulling away from her faster than a speeder, Maul stood up and glared at the young maid. She showed her fear brought on by his glare as she avoided his eyes. The princess looked disappointed, almost hurt by how he abandoned her side as if she were the most venomous creature in all the galaxy. He ignores her hurt expression and demands his cloak back, brushing off the shatter of his hearts, how they beg him to forget about the kriffing maid and fulfill the need to kiss the princess, to finish what was started. But he gives her one last look, hating how she avoids his eyes and focuses on the younger woman who interrupted the two in the first place.

“Goodnight princess, thank you for showing me around this lovely garden” he bowed and walked away not even awaiting her response. He felt like a fool for how he recoiled from her, how he demanded his cloak back and left in a hurry. But he knew that consequences would be dealt with for the princess if she were spotted kissing the sith assassin paid to rid her home planet of the cold blooded killers destroying the peace her grandfather and father fought hard to keep. Maul knew that he wasn't the right one for her, that he couldn't give in to temptation, it would only break not only his, but her heart as well once he leaves this planet.

But she couldn't help but feel a connection with the sith, her heart yearning to feel his skin again.

His heart yearning to feel her warm delicate touches. The connection he felt growing as he walked away from her, the sight of her eyes already plaguing his mind.

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The Spider's Bride Part 4

Pairing: spider!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, forced marriage, allusion to light dubcon.

Words: 2066.

Summary: Whoever your stepmother sold you to, he wasn’t as honorable as she claimed.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

P.S. I hope the things happening in this chapter won't look too gross to you 😥❤

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Rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand, Bucky moved down the corridor to his room. He felt exhausted after that talk with his sisters as if they took all his energy away.

Once he passed behind the doors to your chamber, he suddenly heard your voice, "Bucky, could you come, please?"

He turned and reached for the door handle immediately, entering your room and looking for you. Were you hungry? Cold? Upset about his sisters visiting? You seemed calm and collected, so Bucky just stopped a few meters from your bed where you sat.

"Is everythint alright, sweetheart?" He asked, watching you with a warm expression on his face.

"Yes." You nodded at him. "It was nice to meet your sisters. Actually, they reminded me of our visit to the nursery two weeks ago."

"Yeah? What about it, dear?"

"I remembered you talked about weaving the silver threads. You said you usually do it at home, right?"

He looked at you, puzzled by your words. Did he miss anything? Why were you talking about the threads all of a sudden?

"Could you please show me how you do it?"

Your words made Bucky chock on air as he stared at you in disbelief. You wanted to see what? The weaving? Did you realize he would use his mouth to make the threads? Knowing how repulsed you were anytime he showed his spider nature to you even a little, your wish to explore it sounded very odd. Maybe you were a bit guilty after meeting his sisters and wanted to know more about him? Well, if it was the case, Bucky didn't see any signs of remorse on your face.

His cheeks were heated when he said, "It's a very... intimate process. Are you sure you'd like to see it with your own eyes?"

"Yes." You answered firmly, not lowering your eyes. "Besides, you said family members can do it together, didn't you? Since I'm your betrothed and your family accepts me, I think it's alright if you weave your threads in my presence."

Oh, little minx, you didn't know what you were doing to him, Bucky thought. Saying you were a part of his family, asking him to show you the weaving... Gods, he felt so ashamed and aroused and hopeful at the same time. Clearly, you still had very little idea what the process of threads-making was to any arachnid, but Bucky would make sure not to scare you, staying in his human form.

It seemed Arabella was right - you were getting better.

"Give me a few minutes to gather things I need." He said, watching your confused face - you probably thought he would just sat down and spit a perfect reel in one shot. The thought made him smirk, and the arachnid turned to the door. "I'll be quick."

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Watching him with a huge metal disk that looked like something in between a shield and a dish, you grabbed the pillow from your bed and put it on the floor closer to Bucky. You could tell he was nervous, setting the disk down and making a sip from the jar he brought. You wandered what was inside. Some kind magic potion, maybe?

"What are you drinking, Bucky?" You asked, feeling eager to get closer to him.

"Me? Just water." He blinked and showed your the clay jar. "Do you want some?"

"Oh."

Your disappointment made him chuckle, and he put the jar aside, brushing loose strands of his long disheveled hair behind his ears. Many people thought he needed to consume something to produce spiders silk, but, in fact, arachnids just had to have a few things purely for comfort and convenience.

"I don't need any magic to make the thread."

"You have that magic inside you, then. This is amazing." You smiled at him, and Bucky got even more embarrassed than he already was.

"But I, huh, have to say my threads won't be so thin and pretty as those you saw because I'm not a weaver, I'm a soldier. Threads we make are intended to be use in combat."

"Like a rope?"

"Well, that too. But before I start, please promise me if you get scared you'll turn away, and then I stop."

"Dear Lord, yes, yes I will! Please, just show me already!"

You clenched the fabric of your elaborate silver nightgown in your hands impatiently, and Bucky looked down the dark metal disk, closing his eyes to calm himself down a bit. Makind a deep breath and feeling his glands starting producing silky substance, he loomed over the disk and opened his mouth, his canines growing a bit sharper despite his control over the charmed body. His pushed the saliva out of his mouth to leak onto that odd dish on the floor, and you watched it turning into something glowing and more solid before it reached the metal. Your eyes went wide, and you moved a closer to get a better view, not realizing you just made Bucky even more nervous.

He kept his mouth open with saliva streaming down and becoming a strong thick thread - it could hardly be used for making a fabric, but you didn't care how elaborate it looked, fighting the urge to take it into your hands. Strangely, there was nothing disgusting in the process, you thought, watching Bucky letting out more of the silky liquid. You could see he was deeply embarrassed with his flushed cheeks, yet you didn't understand why. Was it because he didn't like you staring at him so intently? Maybe so.

"This is fantastic." You said quietly, looking at his canines glistening in the dim light of your room.

Bucky breathed through the nose loudly, brushing his hair away again and trying not to look anywhere except the disk filling with a long silver thread his glands were producing. He even cared to make a few perfectly circular shapes, watching the thread he considered almost pretty now. Hopefully, it was good enough for you, too.

"Bucky, you're amazing." You whispered softly, your eyes growing warm at the sight of him trying so hard for you. "I wish I could do something like that to."

Suddenly, he started coughed loudly, and you got closer to him, afraid you did something wrong. As the silver thread was disrupted, the man spit down involuntarily, ashamed at getting his saliva on his face. Watching him struggling with his breath, you tried wiping down the liquid with your own hand, the other patting his back. Dear Lord, what have you done? It was clear as day it wasn't a usual part of a process.

"Bucky, are you okay? Have some water!" Frightened, you reached for the jar, wiping his wet chapped lips with your thumb. "Please, drink a little!"

His face was unbearably hot. Oh no, what did you have to do? Run to the nearest house and ask for help? But you didn't even know your neighbors. Would they listen to you? Wouldn't it be already late for Bucky?

To your relief, he grabbed the jar and gulped down the water quickly, setting it aside and inhaled loudly, his face red. Softly tucking the loose strands behind his ears with your hand, you watched him with concern as he stared back at you, still making some noises but regaining his ability to breathe.

"Are you better?"

He was almost gawking at you, one of your palms stained with his salive, your face growing worried again as Bucky fell silent, unable to process what had just happened. He saw no revulsion on your face, only concern and something that looked like guilt.

"I'm sorry. I've dirtied you." He mumbled and took your fingers in his, pouring the remains of the water left in his jar on them, filling the disk. "I'm so sorry."

"Dear Lord!" You grumbled at him, watching him erasing the silky liquid from your skin. "Are you playing dumb, Bucky? Who cares about this when you almost chocked?! In the name of all things holy, for a minute I thought you will die!"

He looked back at you, blushing so hard and rubbing your hand to make it clean of his disgusting saliva. When you got more irritated, you yanked your arm right off and snatched the jar from him, gathering what was left inside it and carefully wiping the man's face.

"I can't believe someone like you is a soldier who made it through the war." You mumbled, upset still, but there was no venom in your voice as you cleaned Bucky's face softly. "You're so careless. Please be careful, for Lord's sake!"

"I'm sorry, I really am." He kept apologizing quietly, feeling your breath on his skin and enjoying your closeness to him. Aside from when he carried you to the town for the first time and then when you two got out to meet the elders, you had never been so painfully close to him.

You licked your dry lips, and his gaze dropped to your mouth. Bucky was growing even more shy, yet more aroused by your pure presence, too. He would definitely need to take a cold shower once you got done with all this. But before it would happen, the man just sat there, pushing the metal disk with a silver thread with his leg when you got up and took a towel from the lower shelf of your wardrobe.

As you returned, wiping his face with the soft fabric, for a second he closed his eyes, afraid that all this was some kind of dream or something. It was unbelievable that a woman like you, the one who screamed and cried upon seeing him in his spider form, was so kind to him now.

"I'm sorry for this. It's gross." He muttered under his breath, drowing a sigh from you.

"Of course it's not. I told you, it looked magical to me."

"No, you're just being polite to me."

Beford he could continue, you suddenly leaned closer to him and dropped a kiss to his lips, burying your fingers in his dark coarse hair. You didn't withdraw the very same second, prolonging the kiss, and Bucky wrapped his hands around your waist tenderly. Was it really happening? Were you kissing him by your own will, without any charms?

Although he wanted nothing more but to touch your soft lips more, Bucky got suspicious. Grabbing the back of your head forcefully, he forced his tongue inside your mouth and swirled it inside. Oh, he was right.

Distancing himself from you right away, he clenched his teath, feeling betrayed.

"You drank the potion." He grunted, turning away from you as you saw angry tears shining in the corners of his eyes. "I can feel it on your tongue."

Confused and ashamed, you gulped down and tried to get closer again, but Bucky wasn't looking at you anymore, staring somewhere else.

"I've only had one third of a bottle. Whatever you want to say, it's not strong enough to make me fall head over heels with you." You got defensive, afraid the man would push you away. "Please, Bucky-"

"Please what?" He rubbed his face forcefully, wiping away the wetness gathered in his eyes. "All of this was the potion. All your eagerness..."

"IT'S NOT TRUE!" Your voice became loud, and you grasped the fabric of his jacket, forcing Bucky to turn to you, his face surprised at your attempt to make him listen. "Why do you think I drank it in the first place? Do you think somebody forced it down my throat?"

"What's the difference, anyway? You didn't want to do any of this on your own accord."

"Did I, really? Have you ever though I just need some courage?"

Before he tried to process your words, you inched his face closer to yours, smashing your lips against his mouth in desperation. Bucky groaned, pressing your warm and soft body to his, his hands travelling down to your lower back. Dear Lord, it was too good to be true, but you were too damn persistent to let him get away from you.

"Sweetheart, do you realize you might regret it later?" He whispered between dropping more little kisses to your face.

"Depends on how good you are." You grunted in return and tucked the strand of his hair behind his ear again.

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[animebaby00]

I Don't Deserve It: Chapter 1

Summary: When Shoto gets a nasty stomach bug, Izuku stops at nothing to help and take care of him.

But Shoto can't help but wonder...

Why?

Shoto was used to his body's fluctuating temperatures, shifting from hot to cold, then back to hot. Sometimes an odd combo of both.

But when he woke up, he was warm, unbearably so and he knew it wasn't from his quirk...which he found strange.

It was very noticeable that this warmth was different. It was radiating inside and out, pulsing, thickly covering his skin. It was a heavy heat, pressing him down, increasing his rare drowsy state as he lay under the comforter of his futon.

He had to get up though. He had school. And he wasn't about to let the touchings of a slight fever prevent him from doing so.

A slight fever. Yeah, that's all it was. Once he was up and moving he would be just fine. He'd had fevers before. He's powered through them in the past. He had too, because if he dared show any sign of weakness…

Shoto shifted around under his covers, stopping to clench his eyes shut as a spiking pain shot through the front of his head. It stung his temples and traveled over the entire surface of his scalp down to the base of his neck.

A headache ? What the hell ? He just woke up. Why was he getting a headache now?

The pressure drummed through his skull and rattled his brain. It felt like his head was trapped in a hydraulic press. His room was still dark and he was lying down, yet for some reason, he felt very dizzy

God it hurt. Maybe he should stay-

No. Stop that.

Your fine. You're strong.

That's what the little voice in the back of his head told him. And he listened to it. With a soft grunt, he sat up despite his body's protests and stood, gathered his things and left his room, convinced that a cold shower would knock him back to his senses.

~~~~~~~

Turns out, that was a mistake.

When he arrived at the bathrooms, he was relieved to see that there wasn't anyone in there. The idea of chattering voices as everyone got ready didn't sound appealing at all, especially with a pounding headache. It made sense though, as he was usually one of the first ones up in the dorms as well as one of the few males who showered in the morning.

He had kept the water on cold in the hopes to relieve the uncomfortable, feverish feeling on his skin. It felt nice in the beginning, but after a few minutes, his body had strangely broken out into a violent chill, causing the pain in his head to increase.

He then opted to turn the heat of the water up in the hopes to cease his body's shudders. But it wasn't working. Shoto found himself leaning against the wall of the shower several times as the pulsing of blood in his ears grew more extreme.

Every bone in his body ached, every muscle felt tight, especially his stomach which now carried an uncomfortable, heavy feeling that he couldn't place.

After coming to the conclusion that a shower of any temperature wasn't going to help, Shoto shut off the water and grabbed a towel, jaw clenched tight from his chattering teeth. And he found himself unable to stop.

He took careful steps in getting out of the shower, drying himself off as quickly as his tired limbs would let him and proceeded to get dressed.

That proved to be a challenge too.

He almost lost his footing in slipping on his pants, had issues buttoning his dress shirt due to his trembling fingers, and even before he was fully clothed, his body started to grow warm again as if the chills never existed.

Shoto wiped at the sweat that had beaded on his forehead, bewildered at it's presence since it had only been a few minutes since he had gotten out of the shower. Why the hell was he so hot ?

Maybe it was just because he was closed in a heated, small space, considering that the bathroom wasn't very wide. It was more long due to the strip of sinks and showers right next to each other. And there was an additional warmth to the room due to the final few minutes of his hot shower that had caused some steam to fog up the mirrors.

He just needed to get out of there. Then he'd be fine.

Shoto turned his head around towards a hook by the shower to grab his tie and uniform jacket, and it was there that everything took a turn.

He didn't even move that fast, but everything around him started spinning, his line of vision turned fuzzy, and he could feel his stomach do a backflip. He stumbled, just barely catching himself on the edge of the sink. His heart thumped in his ears as he braced the edge of the sink with his sweaty palms, inhaling deeply through his nose.

That was close.

Carefully, he eased himself up, resting his forearms on the sink's counter. He raised his head, and for the first time, got a real, good look at his reflection.

Though the mirror was still foggy, he could make out the continuous perspiration dripping from his forehead and neck. His heterochromatic eyes were dull and outlined with dark circles. His skin was pale aside from his cheeks and tip of nose, which were blushed a bright, splotchy red.

He looked terrible.

And he felt terrible.

But that didn't matter. Heroes didn't take time off from things like this. And he'd be damned if news got to his dad that he stayed home because of a small fever. He would never hear the end of it.

"Haven't you learned anything?" Endeavor would ask him, "We don't let insignificant things like this get in our way. This isn't how heroes act. We don't show our weaknesses. Are you going to let people die because of some fever? Stay home in bed while they struggle and suffer? Let everyone down again?" 

No. He wouldn't. He couldn't. 

With a deep inhale, Shoto pushed himself away from the counter, but wobbled forward back against it as his vision once again began to swirl.

His insides churned with unease and he clenched his stomach with his free hand, grimacing.

And it was then that he heard a knock at the door. 

"Hello ? Anyone in there ?" A voice sounded from the other side. 

Shoto cursed under his breath and forced himself to stand up straighter, his head highly disagreeing with the action as it thumped against his skull.

"Y-yeah. Come in." 

The door opened, and Shoto recognized the individual immediately, his mop of fluffy, green hair a dead giveaway. 

"Oh ! Good morning Todoroki !"

Shoto had to keep himself from hissing in pain at the tone of his friend's voice. It's pitch just the tiniest bit too high.

"G-good morning, Midoriya…"

He mentally scolded himself on how weak his voice was, but it's as if the freckled teen didn't notice as he nonchalantly walked over to one of the sinks.

"You're up early." Midoriya chided, grabbing his toothbrush from the holder, "Then again, you get up pretty early every morning. Even on weekends."

"Y-yeah." 

The green haired boy beamed, and Shoto watched as he opened a drawer and grabbed a tube of toothpaste.

"Ah, I forgot ! We should probably get downstairs sooner than usual. It's Sato's turn to make breakfast and I heard that he's going to make homemade pancakes !"

Shoto's eyes widened drastically at his friend's sudden mention of food, and the idea of it made the rest of the color drain from his face, gut gurgling violently as an overwhelming feeling of nausea took over his senses. He had no choice but to cover his mouth.

No. He was not going puke. Not here. 

Not in front of Midoriya.

"Knowing him, I bet they'll be amazing! Ah, he could put blueberries in them, or maybe chocolate chips! I can't wait!"

Shoto inhaled a shaky breath through his nose. He felt so sick, and he deeply wanted to tell Midoriya to stop talking about food. But he felt that if he opened his mouth, something other than words would come out instead. 

He shut his eyes as Midoriya rambled on, trying to quell the growing, nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach, but it was traveling quickly. It was growing beyond his control and he could now taste a metallic like sensation on his tongue, which felt thick and heavy like wet cotton. 

He shivered, hand gripping the sink tighter, and let out an involuntary, tensed groan from the back of his throat. It sounded quiet to him, but maybe not as quiet as he thought. For after the sound of it breached the air, the bathroom went silent, and a cool hand could be felt sweeping his bangs aside.

Shoto opened his eyes slightly. A pair of green orbs were staring back at him, filled with concern and worry. 

"Todoroki ? Are you okay?" Midoriya asked softly.

In that moment, Shoto felt obligated to lean into his touch and admit defeat. The feeling of Midoriya's fingertips alone against his heated skin compared to that of pure bliss. He wanted to say that he wasn't okay.

However, he didn't do that. Instead he pulled away in an attempt to walk towards the door of the bathroom, but his body acted completely against him. He stumbled and fell forward, prepared to make contact with the floor. 

But he didn't.

Instead, he fell into a pair of arms, slightly smaller than his, but warm, strong, and comforting as a voice barked desperately into his ear.

"T-todoroki !" The ill boy groaned, pressing his lips together sourly as a new sensation stormed over his body. He fell numb, and it was then that he could feel something warm creeping up his throat.

"Todoroki ! Y-you're burning up ! " Midoriya exclaimed, pressing a hand to his friend's forehead, "What's wrong ? Are you not feeling well ?"

Midoriya didn't receive an exact answer of "yes" or "no". Only a mumble and an action, but  it was enough to prove his claim as correct. 

Shoto's eyes had widened once more at the question, a low "M'gonna be sick…" leaving his lips before he turned a practically flung himself towards the toilet. 

His hands fumbled with the lid, and once he pushed it up, his body immediately convulsed and he pitched forward. His stomach tightened in on itself in a painful, sharp heave. His mouth became coated in thick, bitter saliva, before he threw up forcefully into the toilet. 

Shoto's hands gripped the toilet's rims so hard that his knuckles stung. Every muscle in his body was shaking with each gag, his digestive system showing him absolutely no mercy as wave after wave of vomit poured out of his mouth. 

It was acidic. The smell burned his nose, and just nauseated him more and more to a point of no end. It was absolute agony...save for one thing.

"It's okay Todoroki...I'm right here." Midoriya's voice sounded calmly, palm on Shoto's sweaty back" You're okay...just let it all out."

Though each heave and convulse was painful, Midoriya's words and soothing hand rubbing his shoulder blades and hand holding back his hair brought a small sense of comfort...but it also brought humiliation. 

He felt pitiful like this, weak and trembling on the floor of a bathroom while someone was there…

Watching him.

Helping him. 

Half of Shoto wanted to push Midoriya away, say that he could handle this himself. But the other half...felt like he couldn't function or deal with the situation if Midoriya left his side.

And that was the side that won. At least for that moment. 

Several more minutes went by before Shoto finally had the opportunity to pull his head out of the toilet to catch his breath, but he didn't feel much better. 

In fact, he almost felt worse. 

His body was sticky, covered in sweat which caused his clothes to mesh to his skin rather uncomfortably. He felt hot and icky all over. His mouth carried the remnant taste of vomit, bitter, sour, and absolutely disgusting. His muscles hurt terribly, as if he had just got done with a 24 hour workout session. His stomach was mostly empty, but it burned and ached from the aftershocks of his endless dry heaving. 

And he was dizzy. 

Very dizzy. 

Unable to keep his head up, he let it fall forward to rest on the rim of the toilet.

Shoto could feel his consciousness slowly slipping away. His eyes were heavy, darkness dotted his vision, and Midoriya's voice and the feeling of the cold porcelain toilet against his cheek were the last things he remembered before he was out cold.

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[onewaigu]

I'm Sorry

Genre : Hogwarts!au

Theme : Angst

Pairing : Harin x N/A

Description : In the midst of a raging war, a boy who made all the wrong choices turned away from the chaos in search of a mirror that could reveal the deepest desire of a person's heart.

He knew very well that time was running out, yet he still ran as fast as his legs could take him for what felt like an eternity. Passing through almost every known corridor, he could finally feel shame and guilt creeping onto his heart as the stone walls around him stared at him accusingly.

He could hear them mocking him at the back of his head. Coward, there goes the coward.

The place he once called home was nothing but a fragment of old bittersweet memories. After all, he didn't belong there anymore. 

He tried his best to drown out the curses that were being thrown about from behind him and ignore the hot searing pain that was coming from his left forearm. He wanted to be strong like how he dreamed of being when he was younger, even if it was only just for this short moment.

He kept running in search of a place that was hidden in plain sight, and as the chaos behind him began to grow fainter, he was sure that he was heading towards the right direction.

It was getting darker, he could barely see anything clearly anymore.

So with a whisper, he breathed out, 

“Lumos”

From the tip of his wand, light illuminated the darkness around him, revealing a door a few steps in front of him which led to the very place that he was searching for this whole time.

With heavy yet hasty steps, he approached the dusty wooden door. As far as he knew, it had been awhile since the place was last visited by anyone, and it was evident just by looking at the rusty lock on the door.

Pointing his wand at the lock, he casted a non-verbal unlocking charm. Click.

The door creaked open as he placed his hand on it, giving it a gentle push. What he saw in front of him was an empty classroom, or so most people would think and not give a second thought about it.

This was the place where you could find the most desperate desire of a person's heart by looking back into your own pitiful reflection. 

This was where the Mirror of Erised was kept.

Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes and let his legs take him to where the mirror stood. As he was walking, his mind turned into a sea of memories. An overwhelming wave of regret washed over him as each memory floated around like a lost boat with a broken compass. 

Once his footsteps came to a stop, it meant that the mirror was in front of him and that he could finally open his eyes but he hesitated. He had a feeling that what he would be seeing would crush him inside and he was scared. He was terrified.

However again, time wasn't on his side so whether he liked it or not, he had to face the mirror. With that, he opened his eyes.

He saw himself.

He saw a boy who was lost, a boy who had made all the wrong decisions, a boy who broke too many promises.

His physical appearance wasn't any better. His raven-coloured hair almost looked completely gray due to the dust and debris that had fallen around him, his clothes were all tattered and torn, and his once flawless face was covered with scars and dried up blood. All evidence of the battle that was raging outside. 

Pulling away from his own reflection, he noticed that he was no longer alone in the mirror as four pairs of eyes were staring back at his own.

They belonged to his- 

No, he couldn't possibly call them his friends now, could he? After everything he had done to them?

As his vision began to cloud with tears, he heard someone calling his name.

“Harin-hyung, why the long face? I thought you promised we were going to play a game of jelly bean roulette at the dorms later?”, said Giwook with a pout.

Harin hurriedly wiped his tears away with his sleeve and shifted his eyes to the image of the young metamorphmagus who was struggling to carry his sweets in his arms. 

“I already bought 5 packs of Bertie Bott's during the last Hogsmeade trip! We're definitely not going to sleep tonight”, Giwook playfully bumped his rainbow-coloured head into Harin's back.

Even though he was well-aware that that wasn't the real Giwook, Harin still reached out his left hand to touch the spot where Giwook's image had previously bumped into his reflection's back. The feeling of melancholy enveloped his heart.

He couldn't take it anymore so he teared his gaze away from the younger boy but unfortunately as he did so, another person spoke.

“Woah, what's with the tears? Don't tell me you already watched the muggle movie without me!”

Not him. Why did it have to be him?

“Harin-ah, did you know I even borrowed this muggle contraption from the Muggle Studies Professor just for us to watch the movie? We just have to insert the round disk you found into this slot, and apparently images will start moving on its own, just like The Daily Prophet but with sounds! Aren't muggle wonders fascinating?”, Yonghoon-hyung exclaimed in excitement.

Harin surprised himself when he let out a chuckle at his hyung's rambling. But as soon as he realised what he did, his face instantly hardened.

How could he be happy when it was him who made his hyung suffer in the first place?

Frustrated at his hopeless stupidity, he curled his fingers into a fist and knocked hard on the mirror.

Fortunately, it didn't break but it did cause another person to speak up and that person was none other than-

“Hyungu..”, Harin's voice trembled under his breath.

“So I was thinking, maybe we could drop by Zonko's during the next hogsmeade trip? Mum owled me a pouch full of galleons for my birthday, can you believe it! Said it was better for me to pick out my own present but I bet she's just too lazy to go to Diagon Alley to go find one”, joked Hyungu who had his arm slung around Harin's shoulders in the mirror.

Kang Hyungu, was the first friend he ever made at Hogwarts. The story behind how they met was simple but sweet as the two had shared a compartment on the train and before any words were ever exchanged, chocolate frogs and pumpkin pasties were being passed back and forth between them first. From then on, they stuck by each other's side even though they were separated by their respective houses. They didn't let any house prejudice turn them against each other.

Their friendship ran deep. That is, until someone broke that trust. Harin could still picture the absolute horror and hurt he saw in his Hyungu's eyes when he did what he did. Not a day went by without him regretting everything that took place.

Harin let out a sigh. As much as he wanted this suffering to end, there was still one person left.

“Hi hyung, we missed you”, and upon hearing those soft gentle words, Harin's guilt began to overwhelm him. He tried to ignore the pain for as long as he could but it was getting unbearable.

Eventually, he crumpled to the ground and broke down into sobs. His hands were covering his face out of shame. His whole body was shaking.

“Harin-hyung, please don't cry”, the voice cooed.

“Dongmyeong-ah, I'm sorry, Hyung is really really sorry”, Harin managed to choke out.

“What are you sorry about? You didn't do anything wrong”, Dongmyeong smiled reassuringly. The sweetness from the younger boy's voice felt like honey to his ears.

It crushed his heart even more when he raised his head and saw that all four images of his old friends had crowded on the floor around his reflection and were looking at him in worry.

Harin knew exactly what he was doing when he left the battle to find the Mirror of Erised. He knew that they were going to lose and betraying them now would not be the best option. All he wanted was his last moments to be with the people he loved dearly and the mirror was the only way.

His friends were his deepest desire. 

And..he truly missed them.

[a/n]

it's been awhile since i last wrote something hehe, onewe's recent comeback was beyond my imagination and when the mv finally dropped, i just had to write something harry potter related because of all the beautiful aesthetics > < hope you enjoy!

stan onewe~

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