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dracowars · 2 years

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Hi! I don’t know if this is where I submit a request but if it is yay... so I recently fell into the rabbit hole that is your writing and I came up with an idea. So your Draco’s girlfriend. You have always been told to shut up or stop talking since you were little and it’s made you self conscious about talking to much. And one day Draco snaps at you and tells you to stop talking. He apologizes a few hours later but that does nothing to help the insecurities that came up. So like a few days or something later you are still being really quiet as not to annoy Draco and he figures it out. Ends in ✨fluff✨!! If you don’t want to do this or your to busy I completely understand! Anyways bye 👋

silence | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,9k

summary: where draco tells y/n to shut up and y/n stays silent

a/n: i was incredibly close to naming this fic ‘silencio bruno’ but i was able to stop myself last minute lmao

warnings: angst, cursing, toxic parental education

universe: harry potter

„And then Professor Flitwick came towards us and Pansy and I-“

“Y/N!”, the suddenly quite angry voice of your boyfriends rudely interrupts you and you recoil briefly, not expecting such a reaction from him. “Can you finally shut up?!”

His words pierce your heart painfully several times and you feel an uncomfortable feeling arise in you, a feeling of tightness that you actually believed you had overcome a long time ago. This sudden feeling of narrowness threatens to suffocate you, wrapping its long fingers around your throat and making it difficult for you to breathe. The fast beat of your heart is pounding in you ears, accompanied by a noise, and both your hands and legs are trembling incessantly.

“I am trying to concentrate here, I really do not need you to jabber me with unnecessary stuff all the time”, Draco adds angrily, turning back to the numerous open books scattered across his desk. He does not even seem to notice the sudden change in your state of mind at all. He does not know, he cannot even guess what he has just done with these simple, seemingly harmless words. How much effort it takes you not to break out into a crying fit right here and now.

It never bothered him before when you told him about your day, rather he listened to you with so much affection in his eyes and allowed you to let your feelings run free in his presence. You just wanted to tell him what Pansy and you went through this morning, a funny moment, but apparently even that was too much. Maybe you should not have interrupted him while studying, maybe you should never have come here in the first place.

“I am- I am sorry. I would- I would rather go now”, you choke out, painfully swallowing down the lump in your throat, and when Draco shows no reaction – not even a small nod – tears well up in your eyes. However, you manage to get out of his room in time and get to your own as quickly as possible. With your hand pressing onto your mouth, you suppress your tears until you have finally arrived in your room and all dams break immediately. Sobbing, you slide to the floor with your back pressed against the door, pulling your knees close to your body and making yourself as small as possible.

Once again you overdid it, you should not have talked so much. That has always been your biggest problem.

Moments in which your parents loudly yelled at you to shut your mouth creep into your head and make you feel as if they are right in front of you, as if you were locked up again, trapped within their web. You can only open your mouth when you are allowed to do so, how could you forget? How could you defy orders from your very own parents that they painstakingly taught you for so many years that you could not help yourself but to believe them? Your words are useless, must never leave your lips unless you are asked to. And Draco clearly had not asked for it.

Pouring waterfalls of tears find their way down your puffy cheeks, wetting your clothes where the drops fall from your face, and you try to make yourself even smaller in order to protect yourself. Or to just vanish into thin air.

You disobeyed your parents’ rules. If they saw you right now, they would be deeply disappointed that you defied them. After all, they always did everything to remind you of what you can and cannot do. Spending time with Draco made you forget these rules. He made you feel like you wanted to be heard and you opened up to him without further ado, just like that. Without thinking about the consequences. When you think about it now, you realize that you have never talked to anyone as much as you did to Draco. There has never been anyone you could tell everything to, but once you had someone you have taken advantage of it, overdone it, until the consequences of your actions, which your parents have always warned you about, have caught up with you.

But you could not help it. You always feel so safe around him and the words just stream out of you that you cannot stop them. But you have to change that now.

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“There you are, Y/N!”, Draco calls after you when you accidentally run into him on a corridor early in the morning, the bright daylight shining on you both as he comes running towards you, taking you into his strong arms. “I am sorry about yesterday. I did not mean to yell at you, I really did not. It was stupid of me, I was stupid. This test was just so incredibly important and-”

“It is fine, Draco”, you brush him off and force a cold smile on your lips that does not reach your eyes before you break free from his grip, wanting to walk past him which he does not allow.

“No, no. It is not. I should not have yelled at you like that, you just wanted to talk to me. So please tell me what you wanted to tell me yesterday and I promise you that I will be all ears”, he pleads and puts his hand on your cheek, which is still a little damp from the numerous tears that have run over it in the last few hours. If he notices, he does not show it and just runs his thumb over your soft skin.

“It was nothing important”, you say coolly and remove his hand from your cheek, but not without first placing a gentle kiss on the inside of it. “I have to go to class now. See you later.”

Not waiting for an answer from him, you run away, your heartbeat racing again as you catch yourself hoping that you have not said anything wrong this time and that the amount of words you used was appropriate. Short and sweet. The way you were taught.

The next few days pass by similarly. When you do not manage to hide from Draco, you try to speak to him as little as you can without making it conspicuous. You much rather want to listen to what he has to tell you and just longingly wait for him to ask you a question so you can answer. Actually, you have so much more to say, so many comments to what he tells you, but the deep-seated fear inside you that he could possibly yell at you again and bring back those bad memories is keeping you from doing it.

On a sunny afternoon, Draco and you sit on a bench in the courtyard with a potions book on your lap as you read it, trying to pass the time faster. Draco is also holding up a book in his hands, but as soon as you look up you catch him staring at you. Saying nothing, you just raise an eyebrow in question.

“I can see that something is wrong, Y/N”, he mentions without even a moment of hesitation and closes his book in order to fully concentrate on you. “You have been acting this.. different for a few days now. What is wrong?”

“Nothing”, you lie straight into his face, the fear still dominating over your thoughts. “I am doing fine.”

“Do not lie to me.. You have been so quiet lately. Why?”

So he did notice after all. How could he not if you usually talk to him as much as you never do with anyone else. Normally, you tell him every little thing, every tiny detail of your day, but now it is incredibly difficult to get even three simple words out.

“It is nothing.”

“Did I do something wrong?”, Draco asks you quietly, tearing another crack in your already suffering heart. His sad expression is heartbreaking as he blames himself for your behavior. “If I have done something wrong, please tell me what it is so I can make it up to you. I cannot stand if when you stay silent like this. I love your voice. I love to listen to you when you talk about all kinds of things and watch how happy and liberated you seem and- Y/N?”

While Draco was talking unceasingly, tears welled up in your eyes and you could not hold them back any longer. Utterly shocked, Draco immediately pulls you into his arms and gently presses your trembling body against his to give you support. Although he does not even know what is going on, he knows that you need him right now – especially now. He tightens his grip on you but gives you the time you need to calm down a little.

“I cannot take it anymore, Draco. I- I just cannot do it any longer”, you stutter and wipe individual tears from your face while he watches you worriedly, a big question mark over his head.

“You can tell me what is bothering you. I am here for you, sweetheart”, he encourages you and takes your shaky hand in his to continue to clam you down somehow. In fact, his calm aura manages to do that already and you just sniff quietly until you are ready to tell him.

“I told you about my- About my parents..”

“Yes?”

“And that they have some very strict rules for me when I am at home. Which is one reason I tend to not go home in the holidays”, you utter, forcing the newly emerging tears back. “One of those rules is not to talk.”

Shock spreads all over his face as he absorbs your words to understand them, but now he seems to be the one to be missing the words.

“They always told me that I can only speak if I am allowed to and if I talked anyway, then..”, you cannot finish the sentence, but Draco can already guess the end.

“Baby, when I told you to be quiet, I did not mean- I did not want-”

“I know, Draco. I just find it extremely difficult to overcome this fear. I know that I can talk to you about anything and that you will always listen to me, but when you told me to shut up, I could not handle it. It deeply hurt me. I am so insecure about talking anyway and- and-”

“Shh. It is okay”, Draco tries to calm you down before you threaten to break out into a crying fit that he would not be able to stop anytime soon. “I did not know what my words could do. I am terribly sorry. Not only about what I said, but also that you are treated like this. I will not let this happen again. And I will always listen to you. No matter when, no matter where. Always.”

“Thank you, that means a lot to me”, you sob and bury your face in the crook of his neck while he wraps his arms tightly around you one more time. “I will try to work on it.”

“Hey, look at me”, Draco whispers and lifts your chin, so you are looking at each other directly. “You can do this, I know you can overcome your fears and I will help you with it. Please never hide your beautiful voice from me or anyone else ever again. Talk to me whenever you want. I will be there to listen.”

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dorimena · 3 years

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That ask you got about Shoto being soft : an Absolute meal.

Please, could you please write what happens after ? Like, it’s not going to be the first time he watches his reflection with a pout in the mirror. He’s always been lean thanks to training and also his dad overly controlling his diet in the past. So, now that his body is soft?

When you fuck him, his thighs jiggle a bit. His butt bounces if you spank him. It always did, but now even more so. When you have him tied to a chair,naked, his tummy is adorable, the little fold in it is biteable and for some reason, it becomes even more sensitive.

The softness of his body somehow accentuates how more sensitive he is now.

But, he always needs the reassurance that you still think he’s pretty. That’s he’s still your beautiful boy.. Maybe he even asks you if you mind ? Maybe after he recovers and he asks you if you want him back as he used to be. ( because he actually liked how your fingers sank more in him now , the way you praised a little more to ease his worries and the self conscious way he held himself sometimes. But , he would go train more, ask his mum to stop being pastries, if that is what you wanted. He’d do anything for you and to make sure you still want him)

+ (imagine him crying a little when praised)

Of course I could! (✯◡✯)

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; Todoroki Shoto

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 1.8k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; Soft!Todoroki, fluff, a sex scene, insecurities, implied praise (sexual and non-sexual), bondage (in the sex scene), proclamation of love (kinda), reassurance, cuddles, cursing, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; aged-up character, Todoroki is 20+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; I hope you like it! I kind of kept coming in and out of some weird writer’s block, so the ending might seem a bit rushed. This isn’t proofread yet!

Also! Shoutout to @buckybabyboyzzz for unintentionally helping me with this, because some ideas in this fic come from our conversation about soft!shoto, and by our conversation I mean me receiving their ideas about soft!shoto ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ

𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊, 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊 (𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖊)

You knew fucking him and kissing him everywhere wouldn’t be enough for him to feel secure. It’s illogical to think he wouldn’t go back to the mirror and stare at himself again, with that mean, insecure gaze set on his tummy, on his hips, on his thighs.

You know he’s struggling to accept his new body, and it’s showing with how he’s suddenly becoming more conscious of his cravings, of the servings (which are one of the few things that haven’t changed), of the food being placed on the table (again, another of the few things that haven’t changed.)

He asked you, in such a small, low tone, about what you think made him put on weight. And you couldn’t even lie, not when he’s staring at you with so much trust, awaiting your honesty, knowing you’re not going to be mean or rude about it.

And with such a smooth voice, you tell him that maybe the amount of times he’s snacking and lack of permission to be able to burn off the calories would have contributed.

And you waited for him to react, to maybe cry, to get angry with himself, to maybe go back to the mirror to check and agree that you’re right.

Instead, he nods and snuggles closer next to you, hugging you close to him as you both continue to watch another one of Midoriya’s movie recommendations, considering how behind Shoto apparently still is with the whole movie culture situation. He just found out where the ‘I am your father’ reference comes from and he’s never felt so happy.

Okay that’s a lie, you fucking him more times after the first has made him feel so much joy and makes him feel so desired and needed.

But, it’s not enough to ease his insecurities and new thoughts away.

You come back from work one day, concerned over how quiet the house is.

The TV isn’t on.

The radio isn’t either.

You don’t even hear the shower.

You thought maybe he’s napping, because poor baby’s still catching up with sleep, but he’s nowhere.

You don’t really panic, but you’re worried.

Maybe he went to the office for something? But he usually texts you when he’s on his way.

Maybe the doctor called for a checkup? But the appointment isn’t until next week.

You can’t really come up for another reason why he wouldn’t be home, but you decide to simply text him to come home soon and safely, telling him you brought some take-away pasta.

About an hour later he returns, all sweaty yet glowing with joy.

Curious, you ask him about the sudden change in personality, as he was gloomy since a few days ago.

He tells you how he called the doctor and asked if it’s possible he could go on long walks and possible morning or evening jogs, to which the doctor gave him the thumbs up and off Shoto went to do some errands, even paying a visit to Midoriya’s house.

He went to take a shower, not before handing you a bag of what appears to be some new workout clothes.

But, his clothes still fit and look fine on him?

Shoto wouldn’t agree, doesn’t, not with how tight his sweatpants feel around his thighs, how you can easily tell where he’s put on weight when even trying to cover up with a hoodie.

And seeing the new clothes in the bag made you upset, if not a bit angry.

You’re trying your best to understand, but he does one thing and then the next does a complete 180°.

And that night when you’re both just kissing each other, you trying to suck up any moan or whine he makes, the moment you begin palming his dick he pulls away. Staring at you with a weird look in his eyes before turning around, mumbling a goodnight.

No, impossible. You’re not going to allow this!

So the next day when he comes home from another job, you call him from the bedroom, seductively lying on the bed as you play with the ropes.

With enough persuasion, seduction and sweet promises, you manage to tie Shoto to a kitchen chair that you brought into the room before he arrived.

And you’re on your knees, your hands slowly massaging up and down on his thighs while you kiss his stomach, nuzzling the skin before leaving some pretty hickies.

Shoto’s shaking, eyes filling with tears but not because of pain or pleasure. He’s not sure why he suddenly feels so emotional, but his sniffling catches your attention.

You look up as your kisses go to the base of his dick, making him whimper as he tries to tell you to stop.

But he doesn’t say anything, because he doesn’t want this to stop. He’s not sure why he’s so embarrassed (he does know) or why he’s trying to hide (he also knows). He moans your name, rolling his hips up because he wants you, he really, really wants you.

You're not done yet, but while you stroke him slowly, teasing his tip, biting and kissing his thighs, moaning your praise and singing your compliments, all while not breaking eye contact with him, not wanting any of your words going through one of his ears and out the other.

That night you ride him to oblivion, making him go through countless toe-curling orgasms as he fills you with so much cum, his soft cheeks so red you bite them gently, helping him stay grounded and not go stupid yet.

It helps him think between orgasms about how even with all this attention, with you still desiring him and his body, it still doesn’t feel enough.

Once you’re both cleaned up and snuggled in bed, he has that weird look again, but you know what you have to do now.

You kiss him, so softly, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, and once he pulls away, you whisper so happily how beautiful he looks, fixing his bangs to show his eyes better, tracing the bridge of his nose and softened jawline.

And in the following mornings until the doctor’s appointment, you compliment how pretty he looks, how well the color of the new gym clothes look on him, how much warmer he feels whenever you hug him.

And once you hug him, it’s so hard for you to let go, to go to work after that.

You just hope your love has oozed out of you and he managed to absorb it. Sounds weird, but you just want him to remember your promise that you’ll always love him no matter what.

The day of the appointment came and went within a blink of an eye, but Shoto’s been torn between worried and delighted. He can finally start going back to the gym! He can also take baby steps through his training, but he can also go on runs, just not for long periods.

He’s still forbidden from going to missions yet, but patrols are okay as long as he has sidekicks with him.

Yet, he’s worried about you. You’ve been silent all day, having accompanied him just in case. You aren’t ignoring him as far as he could tell, but you haven’t been your chirpy self, not even following much of his attempts at small talk.

Is this the moment you tell him you’re breaking up with him?

Okay, that sounds ridiculous, but he just wants to know you’re doing okay! He just wants to know everything you’ve done since he’s been homebound (kinda) until today wasn’t out of pity but genuine love and care.

So he sucks in some breath before asking you..

“Do you mind that I’ll be going back to the gym? Did, um, did you like me like this?”

He braces himself for the next question.

“Do you… Do you want me to stay like this? Would this make you happy?”

“Would it make you happy?”

You ask back softly, opening your arms to invite him for a hug, one he doesn’t hesitate to throw himself into, making you both land onto your bed.

“You’re avoiding my question-” “I’m not! I’m not, Shoto. If working out to get back your body makes you happy, then go for it. I don’t care about your body. Okay, that sounded bad, let me rephrase that.”

You nervously laugh as you shift, making sure he’s comfortable as you try playing with his hair in such an awkward position.

“I love you, Shoto, very, very much. I love you because of your generosity, your kindness, your sometimes too brutal honesty, your unintentional jokes and weird humor, your confusion for such everyday normal things that you weren’t exposed to, your excitement that you fail hiding whenever we pass your favorite donut shop.

And your body during these times has made me live through one of the best experiences of my life! I got to spoil you in so many ways I wasn’t able to do before because of how busy you were. And I got to finally see a side of you no one else was able to see: you’re naturally sensitive, baby. Not in a sexual way, but in such a tender, sweet way that makes me just want to keep you away from every danger in the world.

Shoto, I saw the way your eyes lit up with the doctor’s words, and I’m glad he finally gave you the thumbs up.”

You sigh, frowning as you hold him closer.

“I know how mean you’ve been with yourself, how cruel the change was messing with your mind. I might not understand to a certain extent, but I just want you to know that I’m in no way against you going back to how you were. What I am against is you still being mean with yourself and possibly overworking yourself. Do you understand?”

He takes a while to shake his head, not knowing what you exactly mean but has a pretty good guess.

“What I mean is that you might push yourself too far and hurt yourself again. And if you hurt yourself again, the doctor might make you stay at home for who-knows how much longer and take away this opportunity you’ve probably been waiting for.”

He gasps, never having really thought about that. Yet-

“Do you want me like before?”

“Yes and no, Shoto. Yes, I want you like before because I’ll always want you, no matter what. No, I don’t want you like before because you’ll overwork yourself again and probably hurt yourself even worse next time.”

And with the conversation you both continue to have, many other topics are spoken about, helping Shoto come with his own conclusion that maybe he’ll stay soft like this for a little while longer, until he adapts back into a healthy recovery and workout routine.

Actually, it’s only because he wants to bask in a bit more of your praise, in your reassurance, in your care as you help guide him back to his old lifestyle, all while slowly taking out certain things that you’ve both incorporated into your lives while he stayed at home.

Meaning next time his mother paid a visit, pastries, as much as they’re appreciated, will be politely declined.

#𝔖𝔬𝔣𝔱! 𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔬 #✿; impurity #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #bnha fluff #bnha smut #sub todoroki #❀; sfw answers #ლ; blasphemy #𝖙𝖔𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖎.𝖘

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friendlylocalweebtrash · 4 years

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Happy Accident: Ban x thicc!Reader

Prompt 37 “Wow. That outfit…let me help you out of it.” With Ban

A/N: Okay so I am definitely working on that Bakugo fic BUT I started this one first as a gift for a friend and figured that I would also post it here so that y’all have something to read while I work on the other one! I also have a Toshinori fic that’s finished and I’ll post that either before or after depending on how long it takes me to write the Bakugo one! Anyways this is like the smallest amount of backstory sorry in advance but hopefully you all like it!

Pairing: Ban x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, pure filth, cursing, light choking, marking (y’all I’m a sucker for the fangs), ummmmm I think that’s it!

Word Count: 4248, she’s kinda long, I’m not good at short works lmao

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You hadn’t planned on joining up with the Seven Deadly Sins, but Elizabeth was your best friend and after everything that had happened you couldn’t even think of letting her go off to Camelot with them alone. Not that you didn’t trust them to keep her safe, you knew Meliodas would die before he let anything happen to her, but still you worried. So against the wishes of your father you had packed your things and joined the Sins on their journey.

It was honestly nice to be around people other than the stuffy royals you were used to. Not that you had anything against your heritage, you just longed for something more…exciting, dangerous, something exhilarating. The Sins ended up being much more interesting than you expected too, and you quickly became friends with Diane. King and Gowther were much more reserved, but they were friendly enough. Of course Meliodas was the life of the party, and always cheerful. Then there was Ban. Charming, sexy, crazy Ban. At almost 7 feet tall he towered over you, and he used that to his advantage when teasing you. He would always catch you at the worst possible moment, caging you between his arms at the bar and leaning down over you like a predator. He loved the way your face would flush every time he got close to you. Truth be told, the man was already head over heels for you though he wasn’t even close to being ready to admit it to you. He may be an overly confident immortal being, but deep down he had a soft spot in his heart that he didn’t necessarily like to show. So for the time being he would be happy enough to flirt with you just to see that pretty blush dust over your cheeks.

You had only been in Camelot for a couple of days thus far but you were beginning to realize that the flowy dresses and skirts you typically wore were going to be a bit impractical for all the running around you were doing with the Sins. So one morning you asked Elizabeth and Diane if they would accompany you into town to do some shopping for new clothes. After a fun filled afternoon with your girlfriends you returned to the Boar Hat to try on one of your new outfits. It was a tad more risqué than anything you would normally wear as a princess, but you figured if Elizabeth could get away with wearing such a skimpy uniform then maybe you could stand to take a few risks too! The leather skirt was a bit shorter than you’d expected, barely hitting past the tops of your thighs and the way it hugged your curves it almost felt like it had been sewn specifically to fit your plush body. The deep red color complimented your skin beautifully, and the matching top fit you just as well. You had to admit that the new outfit did make you a tad bit self-conscious, you’d never shown that much skin before. The top was sleeveless with a deep plunging v-neckline and a corseted back. The small strip of skin showing between the high waisted skirt and top was definitely out of your comfort zone, but you really wanted to try new things, to reinvent yourself. As you stared in the mirror at yourself, fiddling with your hair and mulling over whether or not you should return the outfit you heard the creak of your door being opened and Bans’ voice drifting towards you. Crap! You thought as you whipped towards the door. No way in hell you wanted Ban of all people to see in such a skimpy outfit, at least not in this state, but you were frozen in place as he entered. “Hey y/n the Captain wants us all t-“ he freezes in the doorway, hand still on the knob as he stares at you wide eyed. His eyes rake slowly over your body and you can see the barest hint of red tinting the Fox Sins’ cheeks as he appraises you. Your heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of your chest and you’re sure he can hear it as he slowly approaches you. “Wow. That outfit…” he lets out a shaky breath, reaching to grasp one of your hands so he can spin you around and get the full view. When you’re facing him again he has a devilish grin on his lips. He brings the hand he’s holding up to his lips while the other snakes around your waist pulling you flush against him. He releases your hand only to place his index finger under your chin, titling your head up to meet his gaze as he leans closer, lips a breath away from your own as he asks, “let me help you out of it, eh?”

At this point he’s so close you don’t even think your heart is beating anymore, you’re sure you must have died and gone to heaven. But he’s still gazing into your eyes with a hunger so carnal you can’t even think straight, so you do the only thing that makes sense to you in the moment. You stretch up on your toes, closing the distance and pressing your lips hotly against his. Ban wasted no time in kissing you back with all the passion he had stored in him. Sure this wasn’t exactly how he had wanted it to go when you two got together at first, but to him this was a sign that he had waited long enough and now he needed to take action. He needed to show you just how beautiful you were to him, even if he didn’t deserve you, even if you didn’t want anything more from him after this, he just needed to feel you.

Your hands slide up the expanse of Bans’ chest, reveling in the contours of muscle. You’ve always admired his strength and how toned his body is but to finally be able to feel it after admiring from a distance for so long was unreal. Your hands continue up over his defined shoulders and his neck, nails scraping over the skin lightly. As your hands weave into his spiky hair, which is rather soft you notice, his tongue comes out to sweep across your bottom lip. At the same time his hands move down, squeezing your ass before gripping your thighs and lifting you up. The motion earns a small gasp from you and he quickly uses that to his advantage, letting his tongue slip past your parted lips to explore your mouth with fervor. Your tongues dance, fighting for dominance while you grip his hair and wrap your legs tightly around his hips. You can already feel how hard he is beneath the leather of his own pants and you roll your hips teasingly against him. Ban groans into your mouth nipping lightly at your kiss swollen bottom lip before moving down to place even more hot kisses on your jaw, working his way to the juncture where it meets your neck; stopping there momentarily to suck harshly, a dark hickey forming immediately. You arch into his touch, moaning softly as he starts sucking another mark below the first.

Ban walks over to your bed with you still wrapped tightly around him and sits on the edge, allowing you to straddle his lap while he continues his assault on your neck. Then you feel the light scrape of his fangs dragging across the sensitive skin of your neck and you draw in a shaky breath, your grip in his blue locks tightening. You feel Ban smirk against your neck before biting ever so gently at your flesh. Your hips roll against his involuntarily while a soft moan escapes your lips. “Harder, please Ban.” You breathe out. Ban can’t help but groan at your words, his cock twitching impatiently beneath his crimson pants. His grip on your hip tightens while his other hand moves up your back pressing you even further against his solid chest. As his fingers undo the ribbon on the back of your corset top you feel his sharp teeth biting down hard on your soft flesh and you cry out at the immense pleasure your body is deriving from the sting of his fangs. A new wave of pleasure ripples through you as Ban runs his tongue over the mark he just made, soothing it before he moves to leave another on your chest just below your collarbone. All the while his skilled fingers are unlacing your top while you grind against him lost in the sensations of his mouth and hands all over your body.

You’re a panting mess above him and Ban can’t help the way he aches for you as he leaves imprints of his sharp teeth all over your neck and chest. His own chest is heaving with desire as he finally undoes the ribbon on your top, pulling away from you so he can rid you of the tight leather garment. He takes in the sight of your generous curves, nearly drooling as his eyes rake appreciatively over your form. His hand cups the back of your head, pulling you into another searing kiss as his other hand travels languidly over the newly exposed flesh. The way his calloused fingers move softly over your skin has chills racing down your spine and heat shooting straight to your core. You know you’re already dripping wet and all he’s done is kiss you. Ban pulls back for a moment, lust blown eyes gazing tenderly into your own as his lips draw up into a soft smile. “You’re so fucking beautiful y/n.” You feel heat creeping into your cheeks at his tender words, but before you can respond his lips are back on your neck trailing soft kisses down to your chest. His hands come up to palm roughly against your breasts, thumbing over your sensitive nipples making them stand at attention for him. You arch into his touch as his lips travel further down before wrapping around one hardened bud, sucking lightly before laving his hot tongue over it. “Ban, please.” Your voice is breathless; you don’t even know what you’re asking for you just need more of him. He pulls off your nipple with a gentle pop before kissing back up your neck, pecking you on lips sweetly. He presses his forehead to your own, gazing intently at you as he speaks. “I love the way my name sounds falling from your lips babygirl. Let’s see if I can make you say it louder, yeah?”

Ban stands briefly before laying the two of you down on the bed, settling himself between your plush thighs. Your skirt has long since been pushed up around your full hips and at this new angle Ban has a perfect view of the black lace beneath it which is now soaked with your arousal. His hands caress your thighs as he stares down at you, drinking in your flushed cheeks and the marks littering your beautiful skin. He leans down to capture your lips in another heated kiss as one hand moves closer to your aching core, just barely grazing over your panties, but it’s enough for him to notice his effect on you. He kisses from your lips to your jaw before stopping right by your ear, nuzzling against you before whispering “fuck princess, you’re that wet already? I’m just getting started.” He licked along the outer shell of your ear before moving down your neck once more, fingers grazing teasingly along your clothed pussy. You’re practically panting at this point, aching for him to touch you more. Ban sits up, removing his jacket and then his pants before crawling back up your body to place a quick kiss to your lips. As he pulls away your eyes rake over his body and you can’t help but stare at the impressive hard on straining against his black boxers. “Like what you see babygirl?” you can only nod, your eyes still glued to his cock. You want to taste him so badly, feel the weight of him on your tongue. It’s as if he can read your mind, his fingers gripping your chin firmly, tilting your head up to look into his crimson eyes, a smirk plastered on his face. “Maybe later princess, right now I wanna devour that pretty little pussy of yours.” Your cheeks flush as he releases your chin, trailing kisses down your torso until he reaches the bunched up material of your skirt. He hooks his fingers in the waistband and pulls your skirt and panties off in one go, tossing them haphazardly to mingle with the other garments littering the floor.

Ban is what you could call a pleasure dom. He gets off on getting his partner off, but man does he love to draw it out, to tease until they’re begging for release. Ban wants nothing more than to have you a dripping, moaning mess for him. To take you higher and higher until the only word that falls from your lips is his name. Which is exactly what he plans to do. Ban settles himself between your thighs, nuzzling against one before trailing kisses, hickies, and love bites from your knee all the way up to your hip bone. He hums against your skin, kissing and licking his way across your lower tummy before treating the other thigh with the same care and attention as the first. You’re whining and panting, hands balled in the sheets as he continues to tease his way up your leg, stopping just before he reaches you center. He marvels at the beautiful sounds you make, like a song made just for his ears. You cry out as his teeth sink into your thigh, feeling yourself drip with even more arousal at the mix of pain and pleasure. Ban was going to be the death of you. Writhing beneath him you pleaded with the fox eyed man, “Ban please, please, I-I need more- ah!” he silenced your begging by running his tongue up your dripping slit, collecting the juices there. He lapped lazily at your folds, enjoying how you cried out for him softly, relishing in the taste of you, all for him and only him. He pulled back for a moment, looking at you with hazy eyes. “You taste so fucking sweet princess, I could lick this pretty pussy all damn day.” You moaned at his words, throwing your head back against the pillows as he continued his ministrations, moving upward to circle his tongue around your sensitive clit. He sucked on it gently and you keened, hands flying to his hair and tugging hard. “Mmmm…” he moaned against you, doubling the pleasure you felt as he continued to suck. His grip on your thighs tightened, spreading them wider as his tongue trailed from your clit back down to your entrance. He teased it for a few moments before plunging his tongue into your wet heat. “Oh fuck, Ban. That feels so good.” Your hips began rolling against his face as he plunged his tongue in and out of your core with abandon. You could feel the coil in your lower belly tightening, you were close. “Ban I –fuck- I’m so c-close, please can I cum?” He smirked against your pussy, such a good girl asking for permission. He removed his tongue from your core, making you whimper until he replaced it with two long fingers, pumping them in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. “Yes princess, cum all over daddys’ fingers.” Ban began to pump his fingers faster, crooking them to hit that spongy spot deep inside you that made you see stars. Your back arched off the bed as your orgasm ripped through you, crying out Bans’ name like it was a prayer. His fingers slowed their pace as you came down from your first release, panting as you tried to clear the fog of pleasure washing over you. Had you ever cum that hard before? If you had you certainly couldn’t remember doing so. Ban removed his fingers from your spasming hole. You looked up in time to see him sucking the last of your release from his fingers, humming in approval as he gazed down at you.

You didn’t even feel Ban get off the bed momentarily to remove his boxers, you were still trying to steady your breathing as you felt him start kissing up your flushed body. His lips found yours and he cradled your face in his hand as you kissed. You could taste yourself on him and it immediately had that coil tightening in your belly again. Your hands found purchase on his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to you. You ground your hips up against him, urging him to keep going, to fill you up and claim you. “Eager are we?” He teased as he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead. Ban lifted up slightly, lining his cock up with your entrance and running the head teasingly along your slit, collecting your arousal to help ease his massive length into your tight heat. “You ready princess?” You nodded up at him, biting your bottom lip before answering out loud. “Yes daddy, please, I want you to fill me up so bad.” He smirked down at you, bracing an arm beside your head. You both let out a loud moan at the feeling of the head pushing in, already stretching you deliciously. Inch by inch Ban eased himself in until he was buried to the hilt, allowing you a moment to adjust before he started a slow pace. His hips rolled languidly against your own, both of you letting out little gasps with every thrust. It was too much, you needed him to go faster. “Ban…” you whimpered in his ear, before taking the lobe between your teeth and tugging gently. “please I need you to go faster, I want you to fucking rail me daddy. Make me cum so hard, please.” Ban growled against your neck before pulling himself up, bracing his hands on the wood of your headboard. His breathing was ragged; cheeks flushed a beautiful red as he stared down at your writhing form beneath him. “Okay princess, but you may want to hold onto something.” He smirked at you before pulling his hips back only to snap them brutally back against yours going even deeper than before. Ban set a brutal pace, fucking into you mercilessly while you cried out beneath him. His hands gripped the headboard so tightly his knuckles were white and there beads of sweat dripping down his neck and chest as he rammed into your pussy over and over again. Your hands clawed at his chest leaving trails of red down the toned muscles. “Fuck princess,” he panted out between thrusts “you feel so fucking good squeezing my cock like that. You like how I fill up that sweet little pussy? I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard you forget your own name babygirl.” His words had you almost over the edge at this point, your body overcome with pleasure and dangling on the edge of release. You were so fucking close. Ban knew you wouldn’t last much longer with the way your walls were fluttering around his cock and honestly he didn’t think he’d last much longer either at this point. He removed one hand from the headboard, bringing it between your bodies to rub harshly against your clit. “Oh fuck! Don’t stop, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Ban thrust faster into you nearing his own release. “Go ahead princess cum all over daddys’ cock. Fuck!I’m gonna fill your pussy up with my cum, fucking paint your insides and claim you. You’re mine babygirl.” The last part came out closer to a growl and had your orgasm slamming through you so hard your legs started shaking. A strangled cry left your lips as you rode out your high, Ban releasing right along with you. You could feel ropes of his hot cum filling your insides as your walls milked every last drop from his cock. Ban leaned down to nuzzle against your neck, pressing kisses to your flushed skin. You ran your fingers through his hair pulling him in for a soft kiss.

You stayed there for a few moments, both trying to catch your breath as you held each other close. You began planting kisses to Bans’ neck, nails grazing over his back. You felt the taut muscles in his back tense under your touch and suddenly you could also feel his cock, still nestled inside you, twitch and start to get hard again. Ban planted a kiss to your jaw before leaning close to your ear. “Careful princess, you keep that up and you might regret it.” He punctuated his sentence with a nip to your earlobe before trailing more kisses along your jaw. Feeling bold in your post orgasmic bliss an idea popped into your head. Raking your nails more harshly down his back you raised your lips to his own ear tugging gently on the lobe before whispering “Why don’t you make me, daddy?”

In mere seconds you were flipped onto your stomach, Ban grabbing roughly at your hips to pull your ass up into the air, his cock already teasing at your entrance again. Ban leaned his large frame over you, a trail of love bites forming up your back in his wake, before biting harshly at your shoulder. You hissed out a breath at the sensation, pushing your hips back against him, needy and wanting. “You asked for it babygirl.” He growled out as his fingers twisted in your hair pulling your head back and causing your body to arch further underneath him. His other hand had a bruising grip on your hip as he slowly inched his cock back into your slick folds. A loud moan fell from your lips. Fuck, you thought. He was hitting so much deeper from this angle and you immediately felt that familiar warmth growing in the lower region of your body. Ban pulled his hips back only briefly before snapping them forward and setting a brutal pace, rutting into you like his life depended on it. The room was filled with the sounds of both your moans, your skin slapping together, and the sounds of just how wet you were as he pounded his cock into you. You were sure the other Sins could hear everything but at this point you really didn’t care. You were so caught up in the feeling of Ban stretching you, his breath hot on your neck. Ban straightened up, momentarily releasing your hair so he could grip your other hip, doubling his pace as he thrust mercilessly into you. “That’s it princess, you take my cock so fucking well, you’re such a good girl for daddy.” Bans filthy words were emphasized with a sharp smack to your ass, causing you to cry out his name at the intense pleasure. Bans’ hand found its way into your hair again, pulling your body up and flush against his. He moved the hand in your hair around to grip your throat, squeezing just enough to bring you to the precipice of pleasure. “Oh god, Ban please I’m s-so close, fuck!” His other hand snaked around your front and down to your clit, his calloused fingers working your sensitive nub expertly. “Cum all over daddys cock princess, I know you want to, come on cum for me.”

“Fuck!” You cried out as white hot pleasure coursed through your body, blurring your vision with tears from the intensity of your orgasm. Bans’ released followed yours and he slowed his thrusts, working you both through your highs as you came back down to reality. After a few moments of panting and heavy breathing Ban pulled out of you gently, walking to the bathroom to find a rag to clean you both up with. When he returned you were face down on the bed, still trying to catch your breath. He kissed his way up your leg before cleaning up the mess he’d made and tossing the towel somewhere amongst your discarded clothes, he would deal with that in the morning. For now Ban crawled back into the bed, pulling you against his chest so he could wrap you in his arms. You nuzzled your face into his chest, leaving soft kisses along his skin. You were starting to drift towards sleep when you felt Ban grip your chin gently and tilt your face up towards his. “Hey, you know I love you, right?” His eyes were soft as he spoke, and there was a gentle smile on his kiss swollen lips. Your eyes teared up a bit at his words, you had always felt there was something there, you just didn’t want to get your hopes up. Yet here you were, wrapped in the arms of the man you’d grown to love since the Sins came into your life. You leaned up to connect your lips in a deep kiss, smiling softly back at him. “I know,” you whispered as you placed your hand against his cheek. “I love you too Ban.” The two of you fell asleep in your bed that night and every night after, always wrapped in each others arms.

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escapewithbts · 3 years

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Love Yourself - Namjoon

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*beep beep beep beep*

The lock on your boyfriend’s studio made a clicking noise after you put in the passcode, signaling it was now unlocked. You opened the door to go inside and let it shut softly behind you.

As you entered you saw your boyfriend sitting in his swivel chair with his back to you, wearing headphones and staring up at some music on the computer screen in front of him. You walked over to him and gently rested your hand on the back of his head, running it through his soft light brown hair. He looked up at you and smiled his adorable dimpled smile, taking the headphones off and resting them around his neck.

“Hi baby,” he said, pulling you by the waist towards him so you were almost falling into his lap.

“Hi Namjoon-ah.” You returned the smile and bent down to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Did you find a dress?” he asked.

He released you as you straightened up and went to take a seat on the leather sofa behind him.

You had just come from a dress fitting for the Golden Disk Award Show event Namjoon was taking you to this evening. It was the first time you had gone to an official fitting for something like this and it was a bit overwhelming. After all, you weren’t the only one there, but you certainly were the only one of your size. All the other women had the typical idol look for this part of the world, small and petite with tiny waists. You weren’t huge, but you certainly weren’t as slim as them, and therefore your dress options were more limited. You were comfortable in your own skin and liked your body, but had to admit being surrounded by these other women who had what was considered the “perfect body type” had made you feel a little insecure.

“I found a beautiful dress, Joonie,” and that was the truth, “I really loved how I looked in it. I can’t wait for you to see it.”

“And I can’t wait to see you in it. I’m sure you look gorgeous,” he replied, still focused on the computer screen, “So how was the fitting overall? Did you enjoy it?”

You looked at your hands.

“Umm, yeah, it was okay...”

“Just ok?” Namjoon questioned, “Why just ok? Were they mean to you? You know I’ll call the company right away if someone was rude to you.”

You chuckled at his overprotectiveness.

“No no, they were all really sweet, actually. I just, well, I felt a little out of place.”

Namjoon turned in his chair to look at you and cocked his head.

“Because you’re not an idol?”

“Yeah, partly.”

He waved his hand.

“Ah who cares, you have every right to be there as they do.”

You didn’t quite agree but you also didn’t see the point in arguing so you just shrugged.

“I guess.”

He turned back to his computer.

“Plus,” you continued, slightly embarrassed by what you were about to say, “it didn’t help that they were all super thin and therefore had way more choices than I did.”

Namjoon typed and clicked a few things on the screen in front of him before responding.

“Well you could always lose a few pounds.”

Whoa. What? Your heart dropped to your stomach, surprised he would say something like that.

Suddenly your mind went into overdrive. How dare he say something like that to you! Who was he to tell you to change? You loved your body type. But did he not anymore? Did he want you to lose weight? Does he not like you the way you are? Was this his way of saying he wants you to have a body like a K-pop idol? Was he trying to motivate you? Is he ashamed of you?

Overthinking was your specialty. You were furious, but also suddenly even more self conscious than you had been at the fitting.

Just as you were about to question the words that had come out of his mouth his phone rang.

“Oh sorry babe, I gotta get this, it’s management to go over the plans for tonight,” he turned towards you again and put the phone to his ear, “This is Kim Namjoon...”

Their conversation continued in Korean as you sat there with your confusing thoughts, panic rising inside of you. You felt angry but also really awkward and uncomfortable. You felt overdramatic, but you couldn’t help but wonder why Namjoon would say something like that.

You just wanted to get out of there.

You stood up from your place on the couch and started to the door. Namjoon moved the phone from his mouth and whispered to you,

“Are you leaving already?”

All you could do was nod.

“I’ll be home soon, okay?”

You nodded again and Namjoon turned back to his computer going over the plans with management in his ear.

The whole drive home you couldn’t shake what he had said from your head. You knew he probably didn’t mean it in a bad way so why was it bothering you so much? That little cloud of doubt in the back of your mind seemed to not want to disappear no matter how much you tried to reassure yourself.

Once you had arrived to your and Namjoon’s shared apartment, you slowly walked into the bedroom where the beautiful dress you had chosen hung on the closet door. Now looking at it you felt as though it was mocking you, saying ‘You had to choose me, you didn’t fit into anything else’. You sighed as tears started to well up in your eyes. This was not how you pictured this evening going. It was supposed to be magical, yet here you were about to cry from insecurity. You mentally cursed yourself for not being stronger, but in reality, Namjoon’s opinion of you mattered even more than your own.

It was then when you decided you just didn’t want to go anymore. Namjoon could go alone, he has many times before after all. You wanted to look and feel your best for him and that definitely was not happening today. You grabbed the dress from the door and opened the closet, slipping it in between other dresses you owned. Then you changed into sweatpants and a t shirt before crawling under the covers in bed, shielding yourself from the world.

Not much later you heard the front door open and close. Namjoon was home. Your heart sped up listening to his footsteps.

“Hey (y/n)-ah!” he called, walking towards the bedroom, “I’m ready to see my beautiful babygirl!”

Although your back was turned, you heard him stop at the bedroom door.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay?”

You suddenly felt his weight on the bed next to you as he peered over you to look at your face.

“What’s wrong, baby? Please tell me.”

He ran his hand up and down your side.

“I just- I don’t feel well...” you mumbled quietly, feeling tears well up again.

“Oh... I’m sorry... do you know what happened? You seemed fine at the studio.”

You shrugged, hoping he didn’t notice the couple tears fall down your cheeks.

“(Y/n)...” he shook your shoulder, “Please talk to me. Why are you crying? Did something happen between now and then?”

You just shook your head, burying your face in the pillow.

You felt Namjoon sit up and heard him sigh.

“Are you... still coming with me tonight?” He questioned softly.

“I don’t think so, Joonie... I-I’m sorry.”

There was a pause and you wondered if he had even heard you.

“Don’t be sorry, (y/n),” he finally responded, “I want you to feel well and comfortable, especially going to an event like this. Your physical and mental health is all that matters. I guess I just wish you could tell me what was wrong, but I respect you not wanting to talk about it. Okay, baby?”

You felt him get off the bed and watched him come around to the side you were facing. He looked down at you and gave you a small smile before rubbing his hand on your tear stained cheek.

“I love you no matter what, (y/n).”

Those words made your heart feel full, and instantly you felt like everything could be okay again.

He bent down to kiss your forehead the started walking into the adjoining bathroom.

“Joonie,” you stopped him.

He turned back toward you as you sat up in bed, crossing your legs together.

“Yes, my (y/n)?”

He came back over and sat down across from you, placing his large hand on your thigh and staring into your eyes.

You looked down at your hands.

“It was actually... something...” you shut your eyes tightly, “something you said.”

Upon opening your eyes you saw a panicked look on his face and he grabbed your hands in his.

“What? When? At the studio today??”

You nodded.

“Ah fuck, what did I say (y/n)? Please tell me.”

You sighed and twirled around the silver ring he always wore on his finger. You bit your lip and hesitated.

“You said I could lose a few pounds.”

Immediately Namjoon’s hands came up to cup your face. His eyes darted back and forth between yours.

“Shit, (y/n) baby no, no no no, I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant it like if it was something you wanted to do, for you I guess, I don’t know, it was stupid and-and I think I was just thinking of a logical answer to what you were feeling, but I was also distracted with the music... That’s really no excuse but I’m so sorry, baby, I would never ever tell you to lose weight. Never. You’re so beautiful and radiant just the way you are and I wouldn’t change a thing, okay? And you’re so confident, I know you don’t need to hear that. Your opinion of yourself is the only one that matters.”

You shook your head and replied softly,

“You opinion means a lot, too, though.”

Namjoon pulled you into his strong arms in a tight hug.

“No, baby, fuck what I think! I mean, I do think you’re absolutely perfect so it really doesn’t matter, but really (y/n), all you need is to love yourself. And I know you do. You’re one of the most self assured people I know, right?”

He released you gently but still held you close , rubbing his hands up and down your upper arms.

“Yeah. I guess just being around all the other female idols today threw me off a little bit.”

Namjoon tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“It’s okay, baby, it happens. Just promise me you’ll never forget how beautiful you are inside and out, even when you have bad days.”

He placed his hand on your chest at your heart and you put yours on top, squeezing it gently.

“I promise, Joon. Thank you.”

He smiled wide again and rubbed your face with the pad of his thumb.

“Anytime, my love. I am always here for you.”

Then he stood up and kissed the top of your head.

All of a sudden he glanced at his watch and gasped.

“Shit, I have to get ready. It’s an hour until the car will be here.”

He ran a hand through his hair and moved towards the bathroom again.

You stood up.

“Well I better start getting ready, too, then.”

Namjoon stopped in his tracks and turned to face you, a surprised smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You’re coming after all?” he asked.

You nodded triumphantly.

“Yes. I can’t let a dress that makes me look so super hot go to waste!”

Namjoon smiled at you proudly.

“That’s my babygirl.”

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*Author’s note: Please please always remember that you are beautiful and wonderful just the way you are :) While I am truly lead to believe Namjoon would be this sweet and supportive in real life, never forget that the only opinion of yourself that truly matters is your own. After all, just like their album, Love Yourself: Answer <3

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livexdolan · 3 years

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The Cage - Part One

A/n: so hi! This is a UFC based fic about Grayson Dolan. This is an AU with an OC. There is no face claim as of now but they might change idk. I’m not going to ramble lol I’m just very very nervous. Anywho please enjoy and let me know what you think! There will be many parts to this series by the way lol so this part is kind of slow but just wait aha

Word Count: 5924

Warnings: fluff, mentions of death, explicit language, and triggering topics (maybe?) mentioned

“I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to be famous- never telling anyone but I’ve always wanted to know- wanted to get in the head of someone famous and see what they go through- but I could’ve never guessed this was how I was going to find out.

It all started when I was 22, fresh out of college, with a crappy assistant job at a publishing company in Los Angeles, California. Having been stuck at this job for almost three years and never even having my articles read, I was starting to lose hope that I would never be more than an assistant. Until one day…”

“Lily! Get in here! And bring me a coffee!” I scurry to Mr. Lane’s office, clutching the coffee I had just gone and grabbed for him, stopping by my desk to grab my notebook and pen.

I opened his glass door and put his coffee down on his desk, pushing up my glasses as I opened my notebook and clicked my pen, looking up at him expectantly, waiting for him to say what he needed me to do. He looks at me, his eyes bright at first but quickly losing their color and he sighs as though he’s already exasperated, “What is this?” He holds up a copy of a story I had put on his desk.

Oh jeez, another rejection. I push my glasses up again and start to stutter out an explanation in a quiet voice, “Well, I-I heard you talking to some of the reporters about need-needing a new story for next week's issue and well, I-I already had an idea so I thought I’d-” He cuts me off with a quick raise of his hand and a stoic look on his face, giving nothing away.

“Look,” he sighs and rubs his face with both hands before continuing, “It’s not a bad story, but it’s a half-baked idea. That’s your problem. That’s why you haven’t gotten a byline yet- you can never deliver a full idea- let alone a full article, do you understand?”

I look down, refusing to let him see my cheeks burn red and my eyes water. This is what he says every time I give him an idea. “Do you want to be a journalist?” He questions.

I make eye contact with him quickly lifting my head and squaring my shoulders to try and seem more confident, “More than anything, sir.”

“Well then, I have a proposition for you.” He gets up from his chair, his tall, lean body going to perch on the corner of his desk as he looks up at me his blue eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint, “I’ll give you a lead, and if you can follow through and get me a full 12000-word article by Monday, you can keep your job and I might throw you a lead here and there. But if you fail to deliver…” He pauses momentarily, thinking over his next words carefully, “you lose your job.”

I gasp and try to reason with myself for a second, making a mental pro-con list before replying quietly, “What’s the article on?”

He shakes his head and smirks lightly, filling my stomach with more unease, “No, you have to agree to the proposition. Then, I will tell you the story.”

Can I do this? Can I risk everything? I mean, that’s what my life’s been so far, a lot of risks and sacrifices. But is this a sacrifice I’m willing to make?

What would mom do? I sigh, “O-ok. Okay, I accept. Now, what’s the story?”

He claps his hands together excitedly and looks up at me with a boyish grin, he moves swiftly behind his desk and grabs an envelope, handing it to my shaky hands, “Grayson Dolan, he fights tonight here at the arena, go with a press pass, get an interview with him and ask him a couple of questions. Oh, and make sure we get a quote.”

I stare at him open-mouthed, frozen to my spot, “What? The Grayson Dolan?! You and I are both very aware that he refuses to do interviews. This isn’t even possible.” I say without trying to raise my voice too much.

Jace just leans back in his desk chair, lacing his fingers together and putting them behind his head, “Not my problem- it’s yours now. If I don’t have that story in my hand Monday morning, just pack your things up and leave, got it?” He smirks up at me.

I just silently walk out of his office and back to my desk, sitting down and putting my head against the cool wood surface. I don’t know if I want to cry or punch myself in the face.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

“And then he told me that if I accept- but fail to give him a story- I lose my job!”

“Wow! I never liked that guy, you know. He gives off such- such a douchebag vibe.”

I can’t help but chuckle at my dad’s voice dropping a little, he hasn’t been big on cursing since mom passed. At first, it was weird because both my parents cussed when I was growing up. But after mom passed, dad decided that, ‘there’s enough hate in the world’ and that he’s not going to add to it with foul language.’

“I know Dad, but what am I supposed to do?”

“Don’t accept it! You should never risk your whole career on whether or not some guy is feeling up to an interview!”

“Ok, one-” I start, “it is not just some guy! This is Grayson Dolan! And two,” I lower my voice and chew my lip, a bad habit I picked up in middle school, “I already agreed.”

“Of course you did!” he sounds exasperated and I pull my phone away from my ear a little out of reflex, “You are just like your mother, you know that?” he sighs and the line goes quiet.

“Daddy?” I whisper into the phone. He stays silent. It’s my turn to sigh and fall back onto my couch. I mutter into the phone, “He wouldn’t tell me the story until I accepted. I have to go get ready, I’ll talk to you after the match. I’ll be sitting ringside so look for me, ok?”

“Ok, I will. I’m still not happy about this.”

“I know Dad, you’re not happy with two-thirds of the things I do.”

That gets a reluctant chuckle out of him, “I guess you’re right. Good luck, by the way. If anyone can get an interview out of Dolan- it’d be you. And if you can’t, your childhood bedroom would love to have you back.”

“Ha-ha. Thanks. I love you.”

“Love you too baby, I’ll see you soon?”

“Dad,” my stomach drops at his hopeful voice and I can’t bring myself to tell him the truth, “Maybe, bye.”

I hang up the phone before he can say anything and I sink into the couch.

I wake with a start, my neck sore from the back of the couch. Oh no. I grab my phone in a haste, I turn it on and my whole body sags in relief when the time shows up; 6:45.

I have about an hour and a half to get ready, that’s enough time!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Wrong. Very wrong. I feel a wave of heat wash over me, igniting my anxiety as I look at the time on my phone; 7:45.

I quickly put on my normal, light makeup consisting of moisturizer, skin tint, blush on my cheeks and nose, giving me an almost sunburnt look. I shape my eyebrows a little, fix my glasses, and put on my chapstick. I quickly brush out my short, wavy hair and clip back the front parts. I shake my head slightly to get my bangs in place and do one last check in the mirror before heading to my closet.

Too pink. Too casual. Too tight. Too- ugh where did I even get that from? I start moving the hangers faster, getting frustrated with my lack of options. I move past a pastel purple dress- wait. I go back to the dress and grab it off the rod, holding it up in the light.

When did I buy this? My eyebrows furrow as I look at the beautiful and delicate dress that I must’ve forgotten about. I pull it off the hanger and slowly put it on, saying a silent prayer that it fits.

I smooth the soft material out and look in the mirror. I’m pleasantly surprised by how the dress fits. It’s silk with spaghetti straps and is a lilac color with little flowers all over it.

I don’t have time to overthink my outfit now. I throw on my roommate’s white Timberlands, grab my black purse, making sure my ID, wallet, and phone are all tucked safely inside. I grab my press pass and put the lanyard around my head carefully.

Taking a deep breath, I walk out to the living room where my roommate is sitting waiting for me to come out.

I clear my throat and try not to look too awkward. Ryan looks up from her MacBook and gasps, tossing her laptop onto the couch next to her, she moves over to me, her long legs gracefully walking around the coffee table.

She investigates every part of my outfit, making me feel small and self-conscious. Before I can stop myself, I start rambling in a quiet tone, “Is-is this too much? Do you th-think it looks okay?”

She grasps my shoulders and a wide smile makes its way onto her face, “Of course, you look amazing!” I smile at her and she winks at me, “When that pretentious ass sees you- he might want to do more than just let you interview him.”

I snort and roll my eyes and she laughs, “Yeah right,” I mumble.

She walks over to our coat rack and pulls off a small black cardigan, “Here, I know it gets cold in there,” I smile gratefully and take it from her, folding it over the crook of my arm and taking a deep breath.

I start to walk towards the door and she calls my name, I look back at her as I open the door, “You look hot Lil- knock ‘em dead,” I smile at her and nod, walking out before I get sappy.

I pull into the busy parking lot of the arena and gulp down my bubbling anxiety. I find a parking spot, towards the back of the lot seeing as I don’t get bothered by having to walk a little. I go up to the line, seeing a sign that says, ‘PRESS ENTRANCE HERE’ I smile at the worker looking at me and pointing to the Press sign and then at my pass hanging around my neck, he nods.

I go towards the other entrance and show a different security guard my pass and he opens a door for me, I smile up at him, “Thank you-” I glance at the small name tag, “Don.” He blushes slightly and coughs.

I blush too and walk through the door quickly. I realize that I’m ‘backstage’ and can hear the fans cheering for one of the main card fights happening. I check my small watch and see that it’s going to be another hour or so before Grayson Dolan fights.

I take another deep breath and start walking forward, trying not to look like a lost puppy and failing when a man wearing a UFC crew shirt comes over to me with furrowed brows, “Who’re you looking for?”

I look at him, his deep voice vibrating against the walls, “Grayson Dolan,” I answer back.

He gives me a once-over and I try not to make a face when he meets my eyes and smirks, “Oh, he’ll like you.” I furrow my brows but decide not to question it as he points down a long hallway, “Four doors down, take a right, then the last door on the left is him- the one that’ll say, Grayson Dolan.” I thanked him even though he was a bit rude, and made my way down.

Once I turn down the hallway I see someone sitting outside one of the rooms on a single chair. I make my way closer and my heart drops into my stomach when I see it’s a girl sitting outside Grayson Dolan’s room, “Hello? Are-Are you okay?”

The girl looks up at me from her phone and gives me a once-over, except it’s different from the way the worker did- she looks annoyed with me. She stands up, her high heels making her about an inch or two taller than me, “Who are you?” She asks, crossing her arms over her chest, pushing her cleavage up.

I cough to clear my throat a little, taken back by her abrasive tone, “I’m a reporter- Are you okay?”

“I’m perfectly fine, and if you’re here for Grayson Dolan- he won’t talk to you.”

“I- I’m sorry, why do you say that?” The woman steps closer to me and I try not to gag at the smell of her cheap, overused perfume. I step back from her and she straightens up slightly, glowering at me.

“Just run along, maybe you’ll understand when you’re grown,” She says, looking back at her phone, when she glances up and sees I’m not leaving she rolls her eyes, “Grayson Dolan doesn’t talk to reporters. I wouldn’t be surprised if you weren’t actually a reporter anyway, you’re probably just here to fuck him, huh? Get in line,” She laughs.

My whole body feels like it’s on fire. I don’t understand why she’s being so rude and malicious towards me but I have to get this interview. I can’t let people like her bring me down anymore. When she gives me a fake smile and sits back down, I decide to be the bigger person. Not snapping back at her and ignoring her. Because she doesn’t know me and she doesn’t know what I’ve been through.

The door opens before I can say anything anyways and we both look over, startled. A man looks over at us, then turn and glances back inside the room before he nods, looking at me, and asking what my name is, “Lily Taylor, here with Ace Publis-” I try to tell him but he cuts me off opening the door wider and my eyes widen as he tells me to come in. I try to keep from laughing when the girl asks if she can come in but he just shakes his head at her, I turn around quickly before he shuts the door, “If I were you- I wouldn’t lie to others and say you’re around his age, it’s very obvious that you’re old enough to be his mom,” And the door shuts on her shocked face.

I realize my heart is pounding in my ears and that is probably the meanest thing I’ve ever done, “I should probably apologize,” I whisper to myself and jump slightly when I hear a deep chuckle.

“What can I help you with, Ms. Taylor?” My shoulders tense at the familiar voice and I turn around slowly, facing a couch with a very amused Grayson Dolan sitting on it.

“I- I’m so sorry for being so rude to her. I didn’t mean to be.”

“Why do you think I’d care about her? She’s been sitting out there for two hours,” He laughs and I think he caught the raise of my eyebrow but ignores it, “I asked you once, Ms. Taylor, I don’t like repeating myself.” He reminds me of his question.

I square my shoulders, “I’m here with Ace Publishing & Co., I would love if you could answer some questions for me,” I smile at him, trying to come off as friendly.

His amused expression drops and he scoffs, “You’re one of them? God- here I was hoping you were a die-hard fan. Was going to make you feel very special,” He smirks at me and I scrunch my nose out of habit at his gross words. I quickly stop, realizing I need this, “Frank- show Ms. Taylor out please,” He sighs, and my eyes widen and I stick my hands out and Frank stops moving for a second.

“Wait! Wait! Please I-” Frank huffs at my refusal to move and grabs my arm as I move closer to Grayson, “Please. I wouldn’t be this adamant if I didn’t need this. Please. My career is counting on this moment. Please, I will get down on my knees and beg if I have to, please,” I put my hands in a pleading gesture, hoping he’d take pity.

He holds his hand up to Frank and he lets go of my arm, I sigh and straighten up a little, hoping to gain back some of the dignity I seemed to have lost, “What do you mean?” He cocks his head to the side curiously and I blush, glancing at the ground.

“My boss he uh- he told me that if I don’t get at least a quote from you I can kiss my job goodbye and well, it’s not the best job but I’ve worked my ass off to get where I’m at and he’s being unfair and I understand that this isn’t your problem and I understand why you don’t like to talk to interviewers-”

He cuts me off, “You know why I don’t talk to interviewers?” I look up at him and nod meekly, “Why? Explain it to me,” he crosses his arms and I think he might be upset with me.

I look back down at the ground and take a breath, glancing back up at him through my lashes, “You don’t do interviews because doing an interview is personal and revealing. You’re scar- scared to let the world see who the Grayson Dolan is because you don’t think they’ll like you as much.”

He cocks his eyebrow and uncrosses his arm, sighing, looking away from me to the wall, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he contemplates for a minute, “You got like 20 minutes to ask me whatever you want, and no stupid questions that all the interviewers ask, okay?” I nod and move to sit in the chair next to the couch.

“Do you mind if I record this? I’d like to keep this paper-free, meaning I don’t have a notebook out and try to write everything down. We’re just going to have a conversation and let it flow. I can stop recording at any time if you say something you’d like erased. I’m not here to expose you, just here to get to know you. As a person. Not as a fighter. I’m not going to ask you anything about how being a fighter’s been or what your inspiration is. I’m going to ask you about you. As a whole. Because the UFC is not your personality,” I explain to him, pulling my phone out and pulling up my voice memos app and looking back up to him, waiting for an answer.

He stares at me until finally, I say his name quietly, hoping he’s okay, he blinks and flushes, shifting, “Sorry, y-yeah, that’s okay. I just- I didn’t expect you to be like- acting like a human.”

I laugh and start recording, “Maybe that means I’m a bad journalist? I don’t know- I feel like it’s easier to connect and get the questions in without papers and cameras and all that other stuff.”

(this part is going to be a dialogue as though we are just listening to the recording)

“That makes sense, and no I can tell you’re going to be great, you treat me like I’m just- a guy, which doesn’t happen often.”

“I bet, you don’t deserve that though. Okay, I’m going to start us off with some icebreakers- so tell me what your childhood dream job was, your favorite ice cream flavor, and 3 things you do on the weekends.”

“Oh, jeez, what is this- first day of 6th grade? Fine- Uh, I always wanted to be a pro wrestler, that was my dream job as a kid. My favorite- vegan- ice cream flavor is probably mint chocolate chip. And, uhm, three things I do on the weekends...okay okay I got it; eat, sleep, workout. Now you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you, Miss Reporter. If you want this to flow you gotta participate as well.”

“Okay, fine. Uh- as a kid I always wanted to be a veterinarian, and then when I was like 10 I realized I wanted to be a writer. My favorite ice cream flavor is probably mint chocolate chip as well. And on the weekends...I’d probably say; read, watch fights with my dad, and drink tea with my best friend at a cafe.”

“Every single weekend?”

“Yeah, my dad lives on the other side of the country so we do a FaceTime call and watch UFC together. My roommate has a job that takes up a lot of her time during the week so we go to this small cafe by our house every weekend.”

“Wow.”

(this is where the rest of the interview would be but, for later in the timeline, we aren’t going to cover every question she asks him :))

“Okay, now tell me about your family. Where you grew up, were your parents married, did you have a dog, and how do you think this all helped make you the man you are today?”

“I grew up in New Jersey; my dad left when I was 10. I’m allergic to dogs and cats, so I have a parrot named Gizmo. My mom never remarried and my sister lives with her. My brother and I moved to LA when we were 18, with no money, no job, just hope. We went to a gym and asked them if they’d train us. The next thing I knew, my brother was getting a job working at the gym and becoming one of my trainers. I learned how to fight and used my wrestling experience and worked my way into the UFC.”

“You didn’t answer my last question.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No, you told me how you got started in the UFC. I don’t want to know about that- everyone knows that story already. I want to know how you think the things you went through as a child have shaped you as a person.”

“I- I guess- I don’t know, to be honest. I don’t think much of who I’ve become so that question is hard to answer.”

“Why do you say that? You are one of the most accomplished men in America.”

“To others, but this- I wasn’t supposed to be a fighter. Everyone sees me as accomplished but I just feel like this was an accident. There was no great event in my life that caused me to become an MMA fighter- it just happened.”

“You don’t believe in fate, Mr. Dolan?”

“No, I don’t. Do you, Ms. Taylor?”

“Yes, I believe that we all have a path we are meant to follow and that everything happens for a reason.”

“Why?”

“Because- I don’t know- it’s nicer than the alternative to me, I guess. I don’t want to live in a world where nothing has a reason behind it. We’ll move on to the next question. You don’t disclose personal information; relationships, family, children, etcetera.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“Why is that? Are you afraid?”

“Afraid? Of what?”

“The same reason I said earlier as to why you don’t like interviews; you are scared people will see the real Grayson Dolan and not like you as much or think you’re different.”

“Are you like- a profiler or something? Why do you think that?”

“I’m not a profiler- I’m a journalist. It’s my job to look for clues, pick up on the small things about someone no one else would notice.”

“Ok, I’ll accept that. Is it my turn to ask you questions?”

“No that’s not how this works.”

“You said you wanted this to be like a normal conversation, did you not?”

“Yes, I did say that, but-”

“Okay, well, I don’t know about you but normally when I’m getting to know someone- I get to ask questions just like they do.”

“Fine. What do you want to know?”

“I want to know...if you’ll go out with me?”

“What? Like on a- like on a date?”

“Yes, a date, Ms. Taylor.”

“Uh- I don’t know, maybe, I-”

“30 minutes to the fight, Dolan! Gotta get you warmed-up!”

(the story is back to normal now)

“So?” He questions as he stands up and I try to gather all my stuff. Trying to push down the butterflies while I stop the recording. I just continue to get more flustered, especially when he puts his hand out for me and I shyly take it, he pulls me to my feet and I stare at him through my lashes.

“I- sure. On one condition,” I smile slyly up at him and he raises an eyebrow at me, I ignore the unfamiliar feeling between my thighs at the look on his face and continue quickly, “You have to win this fight. I’ll be in the front row watching. If you win- I’ll go out with you.”

He smiles and then chuckles, “I thought you were going to make it hard? I could win this fight in my sleep baby, I’ll let you know the time after the fight, just stick around, yeah?”

I snort and roll my eyes, ignoring the pull on my heart when he calls me baby, “I’ll be there,” He smiles at me again and I jump a little in surprise when I feel his warm, large hand on the small of my back, he opens the door for me and leads me into the hallway.

I try not to laugh at the face of the Instagram model when she sees Grayson’s hand on me, “I’ll be looking for you in the front row, just so you know.” He teases.

I smile at him and kiss him on the cheek, “I’ll be the one cheering the loudest. Knock Em dead!” I walk away quickly and glance back seeing him standing there, his right hand gently going up to touch the spot I kissed and we both blush. My heart drops into my stomach when he looks over and sees the model. I have to turn the corner and get to my seat so I don’t see how he reacted. He wouldn’t sleep with her right after asking me out, would he? My subconscious snaps back; you barely know the man! Maybe he does this all the time! I push her down and ignore the bad feeling in my gut.

As I sit down in my seat, everything that just happened hits me and I slouch into my seat, what. the. fuck. I’m going on a date with Grayson Dolan! I got an interview with Grayson Dolan! I kissed Grayson Dolan on the cheek! I bite back a smile and take out my phone, taking a video showing me smiling at the camera, then flipping the camera around and showing off how close I am to the octagon. I sent it to my dad quickly.

He responds almost immediately.

*From Daddy: Wow!! So cool! Have tons of fun! Not too much though! Not ready to be a grandpa...yet ;)

I snort and roll my eyes, responding and then turning my phone off when the lights in the arena dim.

*To Daddy: Lmao, shut up. I’ll try to have fun though! The main card is starting! I’ll talk to you later, love you <3

After I watch a few of the fights before Graysons’, I take some pictures and jot down some information about the fights and who won, knowing it’ll add more substance to my piece.

I watch as the whole arena transforms and the whole place is bursting with barely-contained energy and the place goes dark. Suddenly, lights start beaming and music starts playing, I smile at the Kid Cudi (each fight he uses a different Cudi song) choice for tonight- Enter Galactic as it blasts through the speakers everyone goes wild, Grayson moving swiftly to the octagon with his head low and singing the song softly to himself. I can tell he’s not the same Grayson I was talking to, he has flipped the switch- as he told me he does- and is now The Grayson Dolan- UFC Fighter and Champion.

He takes his shirt off and I blush at his tan skin, the rippling muscles making my brain go straight in the gutter. The ‘doc’ pats him down and puts vaseline on his face. I try not to laugh at how weird he looks with his eyebrows slicked down.

He makes his way into the octagon and I see him scanning the front row when his eyes land on mine. I smile at him but he just gives me a curt nod in response before turning away. I’m taken aback by his attitude but I know he has to stay in his fighter mentality.

The other fighter, Dominick Reyes, comes in and he has a good amount of people cheer for him but the majority of the arena boos when he comes out. I know that having some of how this fight goes in my article will make it look better because it’s such a big deal, so I jot some notes down, some about Grayson and some about Reyes.

I subconsciously chew on my nail, scolding myself when I realize what I’m doing. He’s going to win. I tell myself to calm down, I’ve never been to a fight before so the chaotic and anxiety-filled energy around me must be getting to my head.

The ref announces them both, and then they go to the middle, Grayson goes to touch Reyes’ fist, but Reyes pulls back and smirks at Grayson, “C’mon pretty boy,” he sings.

Grayson’s jaw clenches and he starts moving around the octagon, Reyes slowly falling into a pattern of chasing him around. Grayson continues to step to the right until suddenly, he moves to the left, and Reyes doesn’t see it. I watch in astonishment as he puts all of his power into the punch, hitting Reyes perfectly on the temple. Reyes drops to the ground and Grayson’s about to follow him to the mat but the ref stops him, officially calling the fight. Grayson looks over at me, my mouth hanging wide open and he smirks, winking at me.

That asshole just winked at me.

I stand up quickly, cheering loudly with everyone else and he shakes his head, turning back to his team as they run into the octagon to hug him. Once Grayson is done with everything and the crowd starts shuffling out, Grayson comes over to me, “D’you see that?” He smiles and I smile back.

“Yeah, yeah, I saw,” He chuckles and grabs my arm pulling me into him.

I gasp as I hit his hard, sweaty chest, “You’re sweaty,” I scrunch my nose up and try to pull away but he tightens his grip, staring down at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You owe me a date,” He responds and I roll my eyes, ignoring the hammering of my heart at how close we are to each other.

“What time and where?” I say, acting bored.

He chuckles down at me, “I’ll pick you up at 5:30. This Saturday. Just bring your beautiful self and don’t worry about anything else.”

“What’s the dress code?” I raise my eyebrow and he shrugs.

“Whatever you want to wear, although I’ll tell you right now they might frown upon you wearing lingerie or something like that.”

I snort and as he moves away from me a little and we start walking behind his team I realize that I’m a lot colder than I realized, rubbing my arms subconsciously and realizing that I left my sweater in the car damn it.

Grayson notices me rubbing my arms and bumps my shoulder, “You cold?”

“A little. I have a sweater in the car, I’ll be fine.”

He frowns as he opens the door to his dressing(?) room, “I have a jacket you can wear.”

He goes over to a chair in the corner and grabs a big, soft black jacket with DOLAN on the back and the UFC and Reebok logo on the front. I shake my head, “No, r-really it’s- it’s okay,”

“Just take it, you can give it back later, s’not a big deal, I don’t need it. I’m way too hot right now.”

He hands it over to me and I look down at it in his hands and then glance back at him, crossing my arms. He rolls his eyes and comes over to me, putting it on my shoulders and looking down at me, “Just wear it. Please?” He whispers and I flush, seeing that if I moved too fast our lips would be touching.

I nod softly and he steps back. I take a deep breath and put my arms through the sleeves and the jacket immediately warms me. I relax into the warmth and pull it tighter around me and he smirks, “Like you in my clothes.”

I blush and look down, “I- I should be goi-going,” I point my thumb at the door and he bites back a smile.

“Yeah, I’ll see you Saturday then?”

I nod and stutter out a response as I walk back to the door, “Y-yep! 5:30! Wait- I didn’t give you my address o-or my phone num-Ow!” I yelp in surprise when the door handle digs into my lower back and he can’t hold back his laugh as he walks over to me, trapping me between him and the door.

I swallow at his large frame covering me up, his arms resting on each side of the wall by my head, I can see his large biceps and the veins running up his arms in my peripheral vision. He smirks and leans down, “Check your pocket,” he says softly and I look up at him with furrowed brows.

I slowly move my hands to the jacket pockets and after digging around a little I feel a small piece of paper in the right pocket. I pull it out and open it up. I glance up at him in surprise at the digits scribbled onto the paper.

“H-How did you- why-” He cuts me off by moving away from me, my body on fire from how close he had been to me.

I move off the door when he motions for me to move and he opens the door, “Ms. Taylor,” He says, trying to hide a smirk.

I scoff incredulously and walk past him, stopping outside the door in the cold hallway, I turn back to look at him before I walk away to go have a panic attack in my car, “Mr. Dolan.”

A/n: okayyy so I know it’s bad and I’ll be editing it soon but I’m posting this on an ipad lmfao so please cut me some slack.

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Only in Dreams (Mammon x MC)

Obey Me!

Warnings: graphic nightmare with mentions of harm and blood, smut that turns into fluff, Sad Mammon.

Takes place during MC’s return to the Devildom (I am the queen of procrastination)

It seemed to all be happening in slow motion: the unfurling of Levi’s wings, his rage so palpable it hung in the air, you turning to him arm outstretched with his name on your lips, and his slipping. His damn slipping. Except this time, Lucifer didn’t make it to you. At least, not before Levi did. The snarl on his face before he grabbed you seared itself in his mind’s eye. The floor dissolved and you all fell into the endless black…

He landed hard on the floor and was instantly assaulted with the coppery smell of blood. Yours. So much of it as Belphie threw you against the wall, his claws deep in your throat until you stopped screaming. He dropped you unceremoniously as his insane laughter rang out through the hall. He ran to your side, and it was so hard to move. Why was it so hard to just save you? Snatching you up in his arms, he rocked back and forth, unsure of where to stop the bleeding first. Your neck? Your stomach? The gash across your forehead? There was so much blood, he couldn’t breathe. Was choking on it. Your eyes were closed, but it was ok because you would come back. You came back right? Unbeknownst to himself, he was whispering “please, please, please” under his breath like a mantra. Like a spell that would bring you back. One that would just open those eyes of yours again. He didn’t care if you chose another of his brothers, or berated him. Because then at least you would be alive. Belphie’s laughter faded, and he looked up. The hallway was smoldering clouds of black nothingness, the pain in his heart hurting more than when he was cast down from his first home. He would take the Fall a thousand times if you would just smile. But you didn’t. Instead when he glanced back down at you, your eyes were full of rage and betrayal. “You!!” you ground out in a harsh voice. You sat up, neck at an unnatural angle, and Mammon scrambled backwards in fear as you stood up. You walked towards him, an unnatural, shuffling due to your broken foot.

“You did this Mammon. You were supposed to watch me, protect me. But you didn’t. Twice you let me get hurt. Twice!!! Useless, dirty, greedy scumbag. You only care about money. You’re nothing, and now I’m dead. I hate you. Hate, Hate, Hate!!” All he could do was shake his head no. He would take the blame if you lived. But not like this. Not this angry ghoulish thing who screamed the word hate at him. He balled into himself, rocking back in forth….

Mammon woke up with a gasp, tangled in his sweat soaked sheets. He panicked in the darkness of his room, his demon form demanding to be let out. “There’s a threat. Eliminate the threat, eliminate the threat!” He forced himself to calm down, to breathe, and get his bearings .It was so hard when he could have sworn he could still smell her blood in the air. As his head cleared, he recalled his surroundings. He was in his bedroom. He had gone to bed in fit shortly after dinner due to his brothers monopolizing his human after her surprise return to the Devildom. His human!! His heart leaped up as he remembered his dream. He panicked again, falling out of his bed. Barely registering the sharp pain to his wrist, he jumped up, and stumbled to his door before realizing he was naked. For the first time ever, he cursed himself for sleeping without clothes on. He promised himself never again unless it was with her clasped in his arms. He flipped on his light and searched frantically for any type of bottoms. He finally grabbed a crumpled pair of sweatpants with his school crest blazoned bright and bold on the pockets. He wrenched his door open, almost taking it off the hinge in the process. Not bothering to close it, he raced down the hallway, his fear choking him to the point where his feet barely touched the ground, the halls a blur of color and indistinguishable shapes.

The annoying pounding wouldn’t stop no matter how many times she slammed down on her alarm clock. Finally pulling the blanket that was covering her head off in a huff, she sat up and switched on the bedside table light. The bright, aggressive light on her clock revealed it was only 1 in the morning.

“Oi! Are ya awake? Can I come in? Please, please let me come in. Wake up, human! I just need to see ya!!”

Mammon. With an aggravated sigh, she reluctantly crawled out of the comforting sanctity of her bed to make her way to the door before he could wake his brothers up with his incessant pounding. Wrenching it open, she could barely get the angry “what?!” out of her mouth before the demon moved with almost blinding speed into her room, the door closing behind him before he buried his face into the corner of her neck. He enveloped her in his arms, and lifted her off her feet in a crushing hug.

“Mammon! Too tight!” she managed to squeak out. He barely eased off, but he did lower her back to the ground. She tried in vain to work her hands between them in order to push him off, but he wasn’t relenting. Instead, she shuffled herself backwards step by step until they hit her bed and she could sit down. Belatedly, she realized Mammon was crying into her neck, deep shuddering sobs that seemed to cause his body to shake. She made soothing noises as she rubbed his lower back, confused and distressed to see him like this. Mammon was hardly serious, let alone this upset.

“Mammon, hey. Tell me what happened.” He gave one last shudder before he raised his head. His tear streaked face was red, and his beautiful blue and yellow eyes seemed dulled and frantic. Strands of his silvery white hair clung to his face, soaked in sweat.

“I couldn’t…” He hiccuped, interrupting his sentence. “I couldn’t save you. I wanted to, I did. But I couldn’t. Two times. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He started crying again, his hands dropping to his lap. He couldn’t seem to stop the tears, nor could he bring himself to look her in the eyes. He had never felt more ashamed in his life; ashamed at failing her, and even more ashamed at waking her up over his silly nightmare. She could tell that he was waiting for her to fuss at him for waking her up, but she no longer felt any anger. Instead, she felt her heart ache at seeing him let this.

“Hey, hey look at me. I’m ok, see? It’s ok Mammon.” She cupped his flushed cheeks with her hands, making soothing noises as she brushed his tears away. She pulled him in close, dotting his cheeks with gentle kisses in order to calm him down. He kept letting out little hiccups, but slowly his tears subsided. To be honest, she wasn’t sure who kissed who first. All she knew is that one moment she was still kissing his wet cheeks as he clung to her, and the next his nose was bumping against hers and then their lips came together. It must have shocked him too, because he jolted before pulling back. But when he looked up at her with heavy lidded eyes, it was her choice to close the distance. His lips were gentle as they slowly devoured her, and she could taste the sour bite of sleep when his tongue entered her mouth to wrap around hers. She could hear a constant stream of whimpering over the roaring in her head. She wasn’t sure if it was coming from herself or him. All she knew was that his kisses felt so damn good. He pulled her onto his lap and she locked her arms around his neck. She was sure she was practically strangling him with how close she was holding him to her body, but Mammon didn't seem to care. If anything, the way his fingers were digging into her sides let her know that he was feeling it as much as she was. They broke the kiss for a brief second, but only so they could struggle to remove the tank top from her body. As the cool air hit her skin, Mammon’s roaming hands seemed to restart the burning heat throughout her body. He ran his hands over her chest, stopping to pinch her nipples through her sports bra before dragging them up and down her sides. He gently brushed the back of her neck, sending a scatter of shivers down her spine. All the while maintaining the tight seal of his mouth against hers. As their kisses grew more feverish, she had no choice but to break apart for a moment to gulp in air. Not one to lose an opportunity, Mammon’s mouth attacked the front of her neck, and he nibbled along her collarbone. Leaning her back a bit, he sucked hard at her nipple through her bra. She let out a strange noise, but she was too busy pulling his head closer to her chest to feel self conscious about it. After he gave her a gentle bite, she grinded against the hard length of him, threading her fingers through his hair in order to wrench his mouth back up to her lonely one. He kissed her in such a desperate manner that she felt her heart clench in her chest. Her spinning head still hadn’t seemed to catch up to the current events. Yes, she had been aware of the sexual tension between her and Mammon; he was her “first” after all. But she hadn’t ever thought that they would ever end up like this. In fact, she had made it a point to not even allow herself to fantasize about it. And yet, here they were grabbing at each other like two inexperienced teenagers. As if he read her thoughts, Mammon pulled back again.

“Oi, oi, hold on human”, he managed to gasp out.

Fighting back the childish urge to whine, she just dropped her head on top of his as they both tried to get their breath back. Wiggling his head underneath hers, she let out a chuckle as his soft hair tickled her face.

“Did, did ya’ just do this cuz I was cryin’?” His question came to her muffled against her chest. She tried to pull his head up to meet his gaze, but he stubbornly refused.

“I don’t want your pity, ya’ know. Besides, I’m the Great Mammon! I don’t need anyone’s pity.” Despite his boisterous words, his voice still held a trace of uncertainty and even confusion. She let out a soft sigh as she stroked the top of his head. Now that both of them had cooled down, she felt a bit of embarrassment creeping upon her. She hadn’t meant for things to go that far, especially since they had never even confessed to each other. Did she want to try it with him? Nodding her head to herself, she made up her mind.

“Hey Mammon, look at me.” He resisted at first, but she was finally able to force his eyes to meet hers. He tried to avert his eyes from her, but his blushing face was still a give away to his embarrassment.

“Seriously, when did he get so adorable?!” she thought to herself as she squeezed his head. He struggled halfheartedly to pull away again, but his pout didn't really reach his eyes.

“Listen Mr. Mammon. I think you’re oh so cute, and sweet. And if you don’t mind, I would very much like to take you out sometime.”

“Like, like a date?”

“Yep.”

“Like, like a real couple? Not like when ya’ go out with my brothers?”

“Yep. Like a real couple. A couple that holds hands, and hugs, and touches…” She whispered the last bit in his ear before giving it a playful nip. Mammon squirmed a little, his hands wrapping back around her waist.

“Well, I’ll have to check my schedule, ya’ know! The Great Mammon just isn’t free all the time. But if it’s for my human, I guess I could move some things around. But don’t go expectin’ this special treatment all the time.”

“Oh I wouldn’t dare.” She held back the smile that threatened to break out as she went along with his bluff. Mammon pursed his lips at her for a kiss, and she happily obliged. Breaking away, he rubbed his nose against hers.

“We should probably go to bed. I mean to sleep!! Just to sleep! Nothin’ else. I’m not tryin’ to put the moves on ya’ or nothin’! I mean, I would if ya’ want me to!”

She cut off Mammon’s rambling by placing a hand over his mouth.

“I gotcha’. So how about you just stay here the night, and I’ll hold you tight to keep all the nightmares away, yeah?”

The two of them smiled goofily at each other before climbing under her sheets. Mammon’s body heat was already making her hot, but she wouldn’t have pushed his clinging form away for anything in the world. She stroked his hair, and soon her room was filled with the soft sound of his snores. Not too far behind him, she drifted off, giving the top of his head one last kiss before slipping into a wonderful dreamless slumber.

#obey me shall we date #OBEY ME #obey me mammon #mammon x mc

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lovestrucked-again · 4 years

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Delirium VII

Summary: After being kidnapped and claimed by the notorious mafia leader, he offers you a 7 day period where you’ll be given the option after of staying or leaving. Until then, you’re stuck, whether you like it or not.

Pairing: Mafia leader X female reader Word count: 2.7k

Genre & Warning: SMUT, fingering, Explicit content, mafia gang, possessive, toxic, yandere like personality, humiliation, multiple orgasms, rough, orgasm denial, begging, orgasm control, praise, teasing, sex, Chastity belt: locking item of clothing designed to prevent sexual intercourse or masturbation

a/n: HELLO IT’S BEEN A WHILE. This is pretty heavy i think as well.

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Day 4 - 6am

“Get off my bed,” you growl, pushing his body stiffly.

“Baby it’s my bed.” He mumbles quietly, his eyes casted away from yours.

“Fine, I’ll go sleep on the couch. You can stay here.” You snap back, grabbing a pillow and the only blanket off the bed.

“Y/N..” he sighs, “I’m sorry okay? I didn't mean to be so harsh.”

Ignoring his attempt of an apology, you gather the blanket and throw it over your shoulder while bringing the pillow under your arm. “Yeah, well you should’ve thought that through earlier.”

“Can’t you just stay with me for a bit? I have to go to work later and I won’t get to see you all day.” He pleads.

With your back turned to him sitting at the edge of the bed, you stop and sigh. It’s 6am in the morning and he’d probably leave by 8am at the latest. Your heart drops a little as you think about spending the day alone again without him. Maybe I should stay.

Taeyong watches as you drag yourself back onto the bed, burying yourself under the blanket; trying to seem like you were still angry.

“Are you still mad?” He asks, forcing back the smile that’s creeping up on his lips.

You don’t bother moving under the sheets, instead, you feel the mattress bounce as Taeyong shuffles around. In a quick movement, the cover’s removed from your face and your met with his face right in front of yours – a plastered smirk on it.

He pushes your body down against the sheet when you attempt to push him off, placing his hands on your shoulder and then sliding his hands to the back of your hair, bringing his lips to the sides of yours; gently kissing.

“Tae-”

“Later please? I just really need you right now.”

Without a chance to respond, his lips crash onto yours violently, muffling your cry of surprise. To your shock, his lips move with bruising force, his tongue darting into your mouth. Your eyes flicker open quickly and you catch the glimpse of the lust and longing in his eyes, sparkling with a glint of terror.

“Fucking hell.” He groans, his quick to remove the sheet covering your naked body, throwing it onto the floor in a hurry before his hands slide to your breasts cupping them, squeezing and kneading them repeatedly forcing them up into hard, round balls of flesh. His lust seems to overpower all his reasoning and he forgets the reality as you whimper when he grabs too hard. He moves down, beginning to lick and suck on each breast, growling as he slobbers over them desperately.

His hands and mouth work feverishly on your breasts, squeezing, pinching, sucking, biting and licking the two round fleshes until they’re sore and aching. His hard cock lays between your bellies, squeezed and rolled between them as his mouth seeks and finds yours and his hands grope your breasts and pussy. He grinds his body down against you, bringing his tongue into your mouth once more as he crushes your breasts in a painful vice-like grip. His hands slide over your breasts, then down between your legs, cupping, squeezing, and fingering your sex, pinching your pussy lips and gliding over the moisture at your entrance.

“You like that baby?” he asks, “Look at me.”

You can only sob out a cry in response, unable to control your voice as you pant with pleasure and arousal.

He twists you over, slapping a hard hand onto your round ass, squeezing it with delight as he presses himself into you, then he rolls over, taking you on top, his hands squeezing and mauling your smooth ass cheeks as he now shoves his tongue into your mouth. He reaches down and grips his thick cock, pressing it against your slit, rubbing it around the moist area as you shiver and moan.

You whimper with new strength, but your legs are still too close and prove difficult for him to fit his cock into you. Cursing, he rises to his knees and grips your thighs, “baby open your legs up a little more for me,” he hums, nudging them slowly, exposing your slit to his eyes.

He presses a finger against it, punching it through your pussy lips and down your hole.

You scream in pain and whimper even louder at the roughness as you feel him enter a second finger, moving in a scissoring motion to widen you.

“Y/N you remember our safe word?” Taeyong asks, pausing only a second to let you respond.

“Traffic lights?” you whisper, just barely audible.

“That’s right,” he hums stroking the side of your face with his palm, “use it if you need to okay?”

You give a gentle nod and he takes that as his cue to continue. You watch as he spits onto his hand using it as a further form of lubrication for himself before he presses his spit-wet cock head against your pussy, rubbing it up and down your slit. He peels your cunt lips wide, drawing a sharp cry of pain from you.

You lay there whimpering, and sometimes gasping and crying out in pain as he brings himself deeper and deeper into you; the feeling of his cock still unfamiliar. He begins driving his cock head into you, stretching and straining it as he works the front part of you open again. He can feel your heart racing against his.

You clench your eyes and teeth, forcing yourself to bear the momentary pain as you shudder under his body. Taeyong seems to notice the amount of hissing and whimpering amounts to more than your usual and he stops for a moment. He props himself onto his elbows on either side of your head, trying to stay still as his cock pulses inside your walls, still deeply buried in you.

Slowly you begin answering him, bringing your hands up and around his neck, relaxing. He draws himself back before thrusting himself forward again desperately and you hiss in pain.

“I know baby,” he says into your ear, his breathing ragged, “It’s going to hurt.” You yelp and nod as he moves again, watching your face. The pain won’t last long, it’s because we haven’t did this in a while. You think, attempting to ease your mind.

He supports himself onto his arm and pumps into you now, holding back with much slower strokes, trying not to hurt you as much. As his movements become more steady and unrushed, you moan, feeling him hit your exact spot and you spread yourself under him, giving him an even deeper angle, your knees coming up. His cock sinks to the hilt in your trembling belly as he grinds himself into you. He runs a hand through your hair as he grins at you, “Tell me you love me baby.” He groans, keeping his pace, “Say it baby.”

“I-I love you.” You whimper, your body bouncing as you try and form the words. Saying them aloud made you feel indifferent, you weren’t totally against saying it and it did seem somewhat true honestly. But you couldn't tell if it was love or if it was the caring nature you had been offered for the first time.

He beams down at you as he rolls his hips from side to side, grinding himself into your soft underbelly, “Tell me you want me.” He snarls, sucking against your weak spots on your neck.

“I-I want you,” you whine, “Fuck Taeyong,” You pant in discomfort, gasping for breath as the world reels around you. You scream as he jerks his cock back and punches it back into you with a savage stroke. Your head smashes back against the mattress and your body shakes in pleasure as his pecks turn into bites - a little harsher at the side of your throat.

His body begins to rise and fall as he fucks you, his cock sliding in and out of your tight, straining pussy lips. Your feet jerk, twitch, and flop as he drives his huge pole down into your body. You feel his cock inside your belly, feel it stroking against the walls of your pussy, jabbing against the very bottom, the base of your tunnel, perhaps your womb.

He growls like an animal as his body rubs and grinds against yours, and his hands continue to roam, stroking roughly up and down your body. They jam underneath you and cup your round buttocks, yanking you upwards to meet his strokes, increasing the state of his frenzy and the force of his piercing thrusts. He begins fucking you harder and harder, pushing in faster and faster. His breathing becomes harsher and more ragged as his hands yank you against him with the remaining amount of energy he has left. With a final push, he lets out a long low grunt of pleasure, feeling your body tremble under his as you scream just before him.

***

“We should get up.” You hint, playing with his fingers around your waist

“Now?”

“You have to go soon.”

“I can be a little late.” He assures, nestling his face into the crook of your neck as you laugh.

“Your boss won’t mind?” you hum, a little surprised.

“Baby,” Taeyong lets out a chuckle before he speaks; his breath against your skin, “I am the boss.”

It doesn't completely shock you that he is the boss. While you are unaware of his exact occupation you do recall how you first met him. Jaehyun had bought you to Taeyong and it seemed he had a higher power of authority.

“W-What do you guys do?” you weakly murmur, afraid that the question might trigger something.

Taeyong remains unphased, “Just a bit of stuff here and there.”

“Oh.”

“C’mon, let’s get up now.” he says, changing the topic before you’re able to ask anymore questions.

Taeyong holds a hand out to you, helping you ease off the bed. Feeling slightly self-conscious standing fully naked, you attempt to cover yourself discreetly. He doesn't seem to notice as he walks over to the wardrobe, pulling out what looks like a belt.

“Baby can you try this on for me?”

“What is it?” you ask, trying to see the item behind his back.

“It’s like a belt, I just wanted to see if it would fit.”

“Now? I’m still dirty and I don't have any pants on.” You tell him, confused.

“I just want to see the rough measurements, it’ll be quick.” He comments, helping you in to the leg holes.

Without looking at it too closely you quickly pull the flap between your legs and fasten it to the belt. It’s still somewhat embarrassing to stand so openly naked in front of him, your nerves gnawing away at the way his eyes seem to be focused at your lower region, devouring your pussy.

When the sides clip into place it makes an ominous click sound and you panic. You pull at it confirming the worst, it’s locked in place. You glance at him and his expression seems to say it all. You follow his gaze, watching it flicker between the pants which lock you in and the key between his hands.

"Consider it as a lesson.” He says with a devilish grin, swirling the key around in his fingers.

You take a step towards him, moving awkwardly when you start to feel something rub against your clit. "Taeyong.” You warn, your heart dropping with the familiar nervous feelings, “What is this?”

Taking another step towards him, intending to grab the key, you’re bought to an abrupt halt. You feel something poking at your entrance, slowly beginning to move and enter you. "What the hell?" you whimper, moving to lean against the wall as your face screws up in the strange discomfort.

"It’s a chastity belt, it has a built in vibrator." He chuckles, “better behave baby.”

"C-Can you take it off?” you whine, slowly falling to your knees on the floor as you clench down and attempt to push at the probe. "OH!" you yelp.

With every movement, you feel the rubber finger massage against your clit, sending waves of sensations through your body. The vibrator seems to slip inside a long way into your walls, adding to the torment. Your back falls flat on the wall as you lean against it, supporting your weight as the toy sensitises your pussy. You watch him press a button on what looks like a TV remote and the instant shiver that runs down your spine lets him know it works.

"Setting two." He states, watching the scene unfold. Satisfied with its effect he presses another button and you began to wriggle, feeling the vibrator buzz to life as he pushes another level up.

"Fuck,” You gasp, not daring to move. Squirming around on the vibrator moved the rubber thing over your clit so you choose to stay still. To relieve the pressure between your legs you part both feet and thighs.

"Baby you should put something on, the delivery I ordered for breakfast will be here in 15."

"I can't move." you tell him, irritated that he was only telling you this now.

"It's up to you. This thing has ten settings and you're only on three. I have to go take a business call now so you can answer the door naked or dressed." It’s an agony of pleasure taking a few steps and the thought of walking out the room to open the door was so very daunting.

You watched him flabbergasted as he approached you, giving you a gentle peck on the forehead and a pat on your ass before he exited the room and presumably into his study. You scrabble at the lock but it’s useless. The stimulation was building up and the pleasure would soon be a curse if you had to hold this for any longer. The vibration was becoming more and more intense and you were almost so close to cumming.

The time passed agonisingly slowly. You begin breathing heavily and desperate for an orgasm. It doesn't seem to matter with who or how many or how you did it but you needed a release. With much effort, you cling onto the sides of the wall, crawling to Taeyong’s study.

Sure enough, he’s seated casually against his chair, speaking into the phone at his ear.

“Give me a second,” he says into the phone before muting it. “Did you need something baby?” he hums the knowing satisfaction hidden behind his innocent expression.

“T-Taeyong can you please, take this off.” You whimper.

“I will after you let me finish my call.” He tells you.

“Please.” You whine, gripping at the sides

Taeyong puts a finger to his mouth, telling you to keep quiet as he unmutes himself, “Sorry, yes you were saying?”

You groan quietly and fall against the wall, focusing on the pulsing that only stimulated you but never let you reach your high. Taeyong watches you as well, struggling to stay focused on the topic with his client as your body trembles.

“Fuck me,” You curse, feeling the vibrator heighten yet again. “Fuck me.”

Taeyong whips his eyes to your parting mouth, staring as you form the words and that seems to break the little amount of will power he has left.

“Sorry Johnny, I’ll have to call you back later something urgent just came up.” You look over to Taeyong, watching him push his chair back and striding over to you. “Baby I swear to hell.” He starts.

“I really need to.” You gasp, biting on your tongue as you feel the tip of the vibrator moving in and out of your entrance. “If y-you don't get th-this off me,” you moan, “I’ll go f-find the m-man from next door.” You threaten, obviously not seriously meaning it but saying it in a tone that Taeyong finds believable.

“Don't you dare.”

The doorbell rings and you make a small motion, attempting to stand straight. When he grabs your jaw harshly, turning you to stare right back at him, you realise it was probably a button you pushed too soon. His eyes narrow, rigid, cold and harsh. You draw in a deep breath, the burning stare that would last as long as it takes for him to think of the most brutal pleasurably painful thing he could break you down with.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He growls, “I’ll get it.”

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a/n: I warned you :)

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Hi hello I would love to know more about this tidbit from your oher fic? “Three months after we moved in together, Remus slept on the couch for a week because he hated the way I left toothpaste on the sink.” “I wasn’t even angry about the toothpaste.” Remus got up to refill Leo’s water glass. “I was scared we were moving too fast and that everything would fall apart.” pretty please with puppy dog eyes?

Anything for you, Beyonce! Hope you enjoy your trip on the angst train >:)

Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for couples arguments, self-isolation, mild anxiety

Day 1

“Oh my god, Sirius.” Remus shoved his toothbrush back in the holder more aggressively than he probably needed to. His hands were shaking, though whether it was from rage or something else, he wasn’t sure.

“What?”

“Really? Again?”

“What?” Sirius asked again. He had the nerve to sound truly bewildered and the bed creaked as he stood up. “What did I do?”

“You left the toothpaste uncapped and it’s all over the sink,” Remus sighed, running his hand down his face. It was too late to fight about this.

Sirius gave him a look. “Re, there’s literally one smudge.” He swiped it away with his thumb. “There. Better?”

“No, it’s not better. I told you I hate it when you do that.”

“Are you okay? You seem…upset.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” he snapped. Sirius recoiled at his tone and he bit back a second retort. “Look, I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”

“What—sweetheart—”

“Don’t call me sweetheart, okay?” Remus grabbed a fresh set of pajama pants and a long-sleeved shirt out of the dresser. He couldn’t handle being surrounded by Sirius’ smell right now. “Just…not tonight.”

Day Two

They ate breakfast silently. Every ping of Sirius’ spoon against his cereal bowl was like nails on a chalkboard as he choked down a slice of toast and all but chugged his coffee. “So…” Sirius started, looking up at him from under his eyelashes. “Do you want to talk about what happened last night?”

“Not really,” Remus muttered. “I’m going to run to Target and get some groceries.”

“In your pajamas?”

Remus went upstairs without a word. He slept on the living room couch again that night and tried desperately not to miss Sirius’ solid warmth next to him. This is good for you both, he repeated again and again and again. Space is good. Space is healthy.

Day Three

Sirius didn’t bring it up again, but he stole quick, worried glances that Remus caught in his periphery whenever they were in the same room together. There was a gentle knock on the living room doorframe and he poked his head in, offering Remus a grilled cheese sandwich that basically broke his heart. “I’m really sorry about the toothpaste,” he said softly when Remus didn’t respond. “Um, I made dinner, but you seemed busy. So. Here.”

“Thanks,” Remus managed. As soon as he heard the bedroom door close upstairs, silent tears began streaking down his face. The sandwich tasted like sawdust. “You need to breathe,” he reminded himself. “If you move too fast it’s going to fall apart. If you can’t exist apart then you won’t be healthy together.”

And yet somehow he was unhappier than he had been in more than three months, even when they were still living in the same house.

Day Four

Remus ran errands. Hung out with Lily in the park. Made lunch and left a brief note next to the crock pot for Sirius to find when he was done working out. Love you, it read. Simple. Normal. Healthy.

His back was beginning to cramp from the too-small couch. His feet were cold every night. Lily’s silent concern played over and over again in his head as he drifted into a fitful sleep.

Day Five

It was getting easier to create distance with Sirius despite the fact that they shared most spaces. He offered quick smiles when they passed each other in the hallway, chaste kisses whenever he left the house, and even scooted over to make room for him on the couch when the Avatar reruns started on Nickelodeon.

“Remus, are you mad at me?” Sirius asked after a period of suffocating silence. Hearing him say his name was strange—his accent curled around it in an unfamiliar way, like he was making a conscious effort not to slip up. Remus squeezed his eyes shut. It was agonizing to be so close to him and yet so far away. They always cuddled on the couch.

“No,” Remus said in a small voice. “No, I’m not mad at you.”

“Is this…are you breaking up with me?” From the soft huff of air that came after it, Remus knew he had been sitting on this for a long time.

“What? No!” He turned, making eye contact for the first time in days. It was brutal and made him feel raw. “No, I love you.”

Sirius’ shoulders folded in slightly and he fidgeted with the edge of the blanket. “Are you coming back to bed soon?”

“I—I don’t know,” Remus forced himself to say. I love you! He wanted to scream. I love you so much it’s scaring me. I miss everything about you, even the toothpaste smudges on the sink and the way you look at me when you find more of my socks scattered around. I miss holding you and racing shopping carts in Target with you. I miss your laugh and your smile and just being near you. “Probably. I’m not sure. I’m sorry.”

“Take your time.” The words sounded like they pained him. “Take all the time you need.”

“This isn’t payback,” Remus said. “Sirius, this is not payback for the time we spent hiding, okay?”

Sirius gave him an astonished look. “How did you…?”

“Because I know you.” He was miserable. So fucking miserable. “I know you, Sirius, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

One question hung unspoken between them. Then why are you staying away?

Day Six

Sirius was gone when he woke up, but a sticky note in his careful handwriting rested on the end table near Remus’ face. He frowned as he sat up—he been too drained to deal with tangled blankets when he went to sleep, but sometime in the night they had been smoothed all the way up to his shoulder and a second one had been added to cover his feet. Remus shoved down the urge to burst into tears and grabbed the note to distract himself.

Remus, it began. Ouch.

Pots and I are taking Harry to the park today, I’ll be back around six. Lily said she wanted to talk with you at some point so keep an eye out for her calls. Thanks for picking up extra pasta at the store.

Love you,

Sirius

He smoothed his thumb over the note, feeling each bump and curl of Sirius’ pencil because his vision was too blurry to make out the words a second, third, fourth time. “This is bullshit,” he said to himself. “This is bullshit!”

When the slight echo of his shout faded out, he set it back on the table and curled up, drawing both blankets tight around himself. “Why am I doing this?”

1. You had sex before you went on a real date

2. You went through a traumatic event and are still working through it

3. You’re so fucking scared of how much you love him

4. You want to spend forever with him because he’s your best friend, too

5. �� Normal couples date for at least a year before moving in together

6. Normal couples—

“Fuck it.” He shook his head to clear the anxiety list from his brain. He had been reciting it to himself for days as some sort of convoluted justification. “Fuck it. I love him and this is bad for both of us. So what if we’re not a normal couple? What the hell is a normal couple? We’re never going to be normal and I love him, I love him, I…”

The low sobs that resonated in his chest burned in the best way. His breathing was even, but he just couldn’t repress this anymore. “I’m a coward,” he sniffled, sliding further under the heavy blankets. His pajamas only smelled like laundry detergent and regret. “And an idiot.”

The phone rang and he picked it up. “Hey, Lils.”

“Well, you sound like a wreck.”

“I know.”

“What’s going on, Re?”

“I’m an idiot.”

“And?”

“And I’m in love with him.”

“And?”

“I’m done self-flagellating to try and fit the societal standards of a healthy relationship based on heterosexuality.”

“There’s my Remus,” she said. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Are you okay? I was worried about you.”

“Better now. I’ll fix this when Sirius gets home.”

“Good. You’re both suffering from this.”

Day Seven

When Remus woke up, it was pitch-black outside. “Oh, fuck,” he whispered to the ceiling, scrubbing at his itchy eyes. The wall clock read 12:06. After another thirty minutes of crying, he had cleaned the whole house top to bottom, went for a run, and then apparently passed out on the couch for five hours.

Fix this. In any other circumstance, Remus would have spent at least an hour fretting over every tiny detail. But this was Sirius. This was about owning the fact that he was happiest with Sirius and that he had unintentionally hurt him by trying to create distance that they didn’t actually need.

With a heavy sigh, he dragged himself up the stairs and knocked softly on the bedroom door. There was a moment of silence, then a sleepy voice. “Re?”

“Hey, baby. Can I come in?”

“Yeah.”

Sirius hadn’t bothered turning on the light, so the room was dark as he slipped in and closed the door behind him. Sudden nervousness washed through him. “I’m sorry.”

There was a rustle as Sirius sat up. “Why did you do that?”

“I thought—” His mouth was so dry. “It’s so stupid.”

“Please tell me.”

“I thought we needed space. I didn’t want space, you didn’t want space, but I was afraid we were moving too fast and that we’d suddenly wake up one morning and hate each other. That everything would crumble because we rushed into everything.”

“Hmmm.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“After day three, yeah. And then I was just worried. You seemed really unhappy and I didn’t know why.” Sirius paused. “Um, I called your mom.”

“What? When?”

“Friday morning. That was what, day…four? I heard you crying downstairs and I was afraid someone had died or something.” His voice wobbled. “She was worried, too, but she said you might just need to work through it.”

“I’m so sorry, Sirius.”

“I know.”

“Can I…?”

“C’mere.” Sirius reached over and lifted the edge of the covers up on Remus’ side—as far as he could tell, they had been left tucked in the whole time. “I love you,” he murmured as Remus curled up.

“I love you so much.” He carefully reached out and brushed their hands together, and Sirius wrapped an arm around him to pull him close. “So much, you have no idea. That was the worst week.”

Sirius’ heartbeat was steady as Remus kissed the top of his head and melted into his warmth. “I capped the toothpaste in the bathroom.”

When Remus laughed, it was a little teary. “I say this with all the love in the world, Sirius, but I couldn’t care less about the goddamn toothpaste. I care about you.”

His hold tightened and Remus squeezed his eyes shut. I know, it said. I’ve got you. I love you. You can stay.

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isthataneren · 4 years

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insecurities ~ hcs

request: Hello! Could you write how todoroki (or any other bnha characters) would act with a super insecure reader (mostly weight and appearance)?

a/n: Hi! Of course! And to address anyone reading this, you are beautiful. And you are beautiful because you are you.

∫ pairing: todoroki x gn reader

∫ warnings: insecurities, self-depreciation but not much, a little sad but it gets fluffy

Shoto Todoroki:

he doesn’t really notice at first

well, he notices

he just doesn’t think too much about it

he doesn’t want to pry in case it’s a touchy subject since he understands what it’s like to feel self-conscious of your looks

knows that he needs to do something, though, when he catches a glimpse of you crying in your floor, upset that you couldn’t fit into your clothes as well anymore

he would do anything to make sure you never looked like that again

but he will wait a while before he questions you about it

one, because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable

two, because he wants to do a little more research into the topic since he’s not very educated on how to deal with this kind of thing

also because he has no idea how to address it anyways since he’s not the greatest at expressing his concern for others in a more delicate way

and he wants to make sure he does this right

over the course of a couple of weeks he becomes much more attentive to you

watching for your reactions in certain situations and showing you more affection than he normally does

compliments you more on your outfits and makeup (if you wear any)

pulls you closer than normal when you cuddle

that kind of thing

when he finds you crying in your room, half dressed and sitting in front of the mirror he decides that this is when he finally needs to speak up

closing the door softly behind him, he makes his way across the room

he crouches beside you, reaching out to run his knuckles across your cheek, wiping your tears

he’s silent for a few seconds before he speaks

“you’re beautiful.”

your gaze snap up to meet his in disbelief

the pain in your eyes causes his heart to break

“then why don’t I feel like I am?”

his eyes are soft and sad as they scan your face, causing your breath to hitch

“because beauty is different to everybody. what one finds beautiful, another may disagree.”

his hand trailed from your face to your shoulder and then down your arm to your hand

gently, he intwined your fingers as he looked back at you

“but it does not define your worth. people just tell you that it does. and if someone does truly find themselves beautiful, they are looked down on for being vain. so you’re taught to chase after something that you already have.”

his soft smile could make even your darkest day seem lighter like my god

“and you are beautiful.”

your face heated up at the things he was saying

where did he even learn to talk like this?

“when did you get so philosophical?”

this time, his smile was a little uncomfortable

“I did research when I noticed you were acting different. I didn’t know how to address the topic.”

his eyes were hopeful

“did it help?”

your soft smile caused him to breath a sigh a relief

leaning up you pecked his cheek

“yes, I do feel a lot better now. thank you.”

“anytime.”

you paused

“and Sho?”

he hummed

after a second of deliberation, you pulled Todoroki down in a hug, squeezing him tight

“you’re beautiful too.”

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supernatural-jackles · 4 years

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The Comfort Fics - Masterlist

Are you feeling lonely or depressed? Is your anxiety through the roof or did you have a panic attack and need one of the boys to be there for you? Are you looking for a sign not to harm yourself? Did you need to feel like you aren’t alone?

If you are on this page and all of the above applies, you are in the right place for the time being.

I am just going to state, I am not a professional by any means. I have no qualifications. I am just another person out there in the world. This page is set up to try and help others find resources to help them when they need it most.

On this page, you will find a bunch of my fics that I have written about mental health, self harm and other sort of comforting fics for those of you who need it. Most of them are Dean and or Jensen. Each fic will be specified as to what is in it.

The ones bolded are personal favourites!

Dean Winchester

You are Not a Burden- the reader self harms and Dean finds out (self harm, self hate, mentions of an abusive relationship, depression, fluff)

Picking Up The Pieces - The reader overhears Dean crying in his room and comforts him ( slight angst, self-loathing, self hate, fluff)

Silently Suffering -the reader is slowly pulling herself away from the boys (Dean’s POV, Depression, Fluff)

Whatever You Need - The reader and Dean get in an argument, resulting in the reader having a panic attack. Dean comforts her. (Panic Attacks, Fluff)

Craving Affection (COMFORT FIC)- Being a hunter, affection doesn’t come easy. When Dean comes into your room one day, wondering whats wrong, he’s more than willing to help you out (Pure Fluff)

A Call For Help - The reader is having a hard time and turns to Dean for help (Mentions of Almost Relapse, Mentions of Self Harm, Depression, Sadness, Fluff.)

More Than You Know - The Reader has a really bad panic attack, so Dean calls for some re-enforcements. (Little Angsty, Intrusive Thoughts, Panic Attack, Self- Hate, Fluff)

It’s 3am and I Need You- It’s three in the morning, the reader can’t sleep so she texts the older Winchester in hopes that he was awake. What she doesn’t expect is for him to come to her rescue. (Extremely Sweet Dean, FLUFF, Implications of Depression, Self-Doubt, Little bit of Self Loathing, Insomnia)

Written - The reader’s going through a rough time. Dean helps his friend out with as little as a few words. (Depression, SELF-HATE, Drawing on Skin, Fluff)

Shattered - Dean finds the reader’s open journal and can’t help but read the words on the page. (THIS IS DARK, Depression, thoughts of suicide, fluff.)

All Better Now - “You look like you could use a hug” (Depression, Fluff)

Girls Night - Dean suggests having a girls night to cheer you up after you and your boyfriend break up. (Mild Angst, Fluff, Self Conscious, Self hate, Body image issues)

Playing Pretend - Sometimes things get to be too much. When things get to be too much, it gets harder to deal with everything on your own. But when you’ve got someone to go to when things get tough, that heavy weight gets a little bit lighter. (ANGST, Suicidal Thoughts, Mentions of Past Self-Harm, Depression, Anxiety, Fluff.)

Giving Up - It’s hard to keep trying when all you want to do is give up. Sometimes you need a reminder that it’s okay to give up, but the people who truly care about you will help you fight. (Angst, Anxiety, Depression, Suicidal Ideations, Tiny bit of Fluff)

Once Upon a Time - Everyone has good days, and bad days. Sometimes you need to let it all out in order to feel better. (Mental Breakdown, Dean Being Amazing, Fluffy Fluff. )

In the Quiet Moments - Being stuck in your own horrible inner thoughts is hard. It’s even harder to when those thoughts feel more and more real. Sometimes, you need someone to pull you back to reality and remind you of your worth. (Anxiety, Depression, Self-Doubt, Fluff. )

Just Want to be Loved - Sam’s away on a “hunt”, leaving you and Dean alone in the bunker. After a nightmare, Dean suggests that the two of you get drunk. Little do you know, Dean has other intentions. (Angst, Anxiety, Depression, Touch Starvation, Alcohol Consumption, Fluff. )

Steady Breath - A person can only hold it together for so long before everything cracks. And everything cracks down at the most inopportune time. Thankfully, this time you don’t have to do it alone. (Angst, Anxiety, Depression, Suicidal Ideations, Bit of Smut, Fluff. )

If Anything Happened to You - After jumping in front of the gun one too many times, the Winchester’s are wondering if there is something more to it than just saving them. (Angst, Argument, Alcohol Consumption, Sexual Harassment, Implications of Depression and Anxiety, Suicidal Ideations, Fluff, Smut)

Everyone Breaks Sometime - Sometimes, all you need is a little pillow talk and some snuggling with the older Winchester to make everything feel whole again. (Angst, Anxiety, Depression, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Pillow Talk, Fluffy Fluff.)

Man’s Best Friend -After a really bad hunt, the reader decides she doesn’t want to hunt anymore. She’s having a really tough time making the adjustment, so she takes measures into her own hands. (General SPN Angst, Implications of PTSD, Mentions of Anxiety and Depression, Bit of Angry Dean, Fluffy Fluff)

Happy Anniversary - It’s yours and Dean’s 5th anniversary. He had planned on taking you out and showing you just how much he loved an appreciated you for sticking by his side for so long. A sweet gesture, only you don’t really want to go when the day comes. (Anxiety, Depression, Self Hate, Implied Smut, Fluff, Dean’s a Softie.)

Can’t Do Anything Right - After being sidelined with an injured knee, you try your hardest to keep up with everyday things so you don’t feel useless. Supply runs, cooking, a bit of research. The only thing is, you can’t do anything right. ( Angst, Sam’s a bit of a Dick, Anxiety, Self Hate, Injury, Fluff)

Fitting a Square into a Circle - ~~After a hunt with an old friend goes a little different than you planned, you make a call to the Winchester’s to help you out of a nasty situation. A situation that leaves you with more wounds than anyone really knew about.

The Arrangement ~~After a hunt gone wrong, you take Dean up on the extremely useful arrangement you both agreed on many years ago to help you get through the night. (Hunt Gone Wrong, SPN Level Angst, Anxiety, Mentions of Sex, Tears, Cuddles, Fluff. )

The Man on the Side of the Road (Masterlist) - Series ~~Driving down the road, going well over the speed limit. You come across a man walking in the opposite direction with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. His head cast down as he walked. Your gut instinct is telling you to check on this man, no matter what your parents told you growing up. Little did you know just how much this would change your life.

Jensen Ackles

Drift Away - The reader is struggling right now with everything on her plate and goes to her best friend for help (Depression, Fluff)

Help Is Always Here - The reader is a teenager on set. At a convention, a fan thanks Jensen for helping her stop self harming because they assumed he helped the reader. Only this is the first time he’s heard about it. He comforts her. (Jensen x Danneel, self harm, fluff)

It Gets Better Sometimes, you just need a friend that you can rely on, through thick and thin, and good and bad. The days where you feel like a lesser version of yourself. With all the struggles you have with mental health, it’s nice to know there is someone there to hold you together when you fall to pieces. (Series)

No One Would Notice - When things get so bad that you snap at the drop of a hat, or in this case, a drop of a gun. The ones around you are concerned about you.; the ones that love you. (Angst, Self- Doubt, Self- Hate, Anxiety, Depression, Mentions of Previous Self-Harm, Minor Implications of an Eating Disorder, Fluff. )

Always There For You - Night time is always the worst time. You’re alone. The thoughts get the better of you. Sometimes, you just need the one you love; the one who has been there for you through everything to get you back on track. (Bit of Angst, Fluff, Depression, Anxiety, Self Loathing)

What’s Wrong with Me? - You pour so much of yourself into everyone, only to be hurt in the end. People always leave. All but one. The one who picks you up when other’s knock you down. (Tiny bit of Angst, Implications of Depression, Sad Reader, Fluff. Implied smut. )

Figuring it Out - A thunderstorm rolls through Vancouver, effectively knocking the power out. Filming is put on hold. Jensen invites you back to his trailer to hang out where things grow a little deeper than you expected. (Anxiety, Depression, Smidge of Angst, Fluff, Self-hate)

Jared Padalecki

Supernatural Family - Jared see’s the readers scars and tries to talk to her about them (self harm, fluff)

Friendships

We Love You - Dean walks in on the reader self harming. The boys assure the reader that everything is going to be okay (self-harm, suicide attempt, fluff)

Hold You Tight - When life gets to be too hard and you can’t seem to get out a dark place, who is there to pick you up and hold you? (Anxiety, Suicidal Thoughts (Minor) Implications of Insomnia, Depression, Intrusive Thoughts, Fluff)

Coming soon...

FIC RECS

Other Resources!

Self Harm Alternatives

IMALIVE.ORG

Crisis Website for thoughts of Suicide. (Some great resources for loss)

#Comfort Fics #Mental health fics #Dean x Reader #Jensen x Reader #Anxiety #Depression #Masterlist #supernatural-jackles

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redhoodieone · 4 years

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The First Time

This is was a request and is dedicated to @user88777777.

I hope you love it and enjoy it! There will be a Part 2 to this since Part 2 is going to be all fluffy and funny as hell (I mean, can you imagine Bruce, Jason, and the reader having “the sex talk?”). I’ll try to write it and upload it as soon as I can so please be patient with me.

WARNINGS: Smut. Language. Fluffy enough kittens would be jealous.

The First Time it Happens

“You know how to put a condom on, right?”

“Pfft! Of course, I know how to put one on! I’ve done this like...a hundred times!”

“You seriously had sex a hundred times? With the same girl or...”

I throw myself back onto Jason’s bed. My hair fans out on his pillow. I rub my bare arms as I’m lying on his bed with my body on display for him: only in my simple black bra and panties.

Jason glances over at me with a weak smile.

“Sorry. I-I’m just kinda nervous right now,” he apologizes sweetly.

“I’m nervous, too. Don’t worry about it.”

He’s standing in front of his computer desk, and I can’t help but admire his muscular, fit body from behind. He’s just in his black boxer briefs, and I immediately wonder how big his hard cock is and if it’ll even fit in me.

I shiver nervously just thinking about how this could be painful, but I want it so bad.

Jason is 17 years old.

I’m 16 years old.

We’re going to do it for the first time.

And it’s both of our first times.

I can hear him cursing under his breath while trying to open the box of condoms. He struggles a bit until a side rips and they all fall out.

“Fuck...”

“Are you okay, Jay?”

“Uh...yeah. I’m...okay, Y/N.”

Jason chuckles softly and holds a up a condom for me to see: he just had to buy the “Ribbed for Her Pleasure” ones.

He’s such a sweetheart.

He wants this to be as pleasurable for me as it will be for him.

I can hear him tear open a condom and roll it on his cock. I decide to unhook my bra and throw it across the bedroom.

I suddenly move to the edge of his bed to see Jason hard up close. I kneel and pull down my panties to my knees just as Jason turns around to look at me.

I immediately feel a little self-conscious. I had asked Barbara for advice on...grooming below, and luckily the redhead reassured me on boys’ expectations and helped me in a way to raise my self-esteem.

A wax job with a rather sexy landing strip.

Jason’s eyes instantly widen and has a sharp intake of breath.

“Fuck sweetheart...you’re beautiful.”

I blush and glance down shyly.

“You’re fucking handsome, too, Jay.”

Jason slowly approaches me and pushes me down until he lifts my ankles up to pull my panties off all the way before he tosses them to the floor.

I smirk and run my hand down to my chest, stomach, and eventually settle it on my pussy. My fingers dance across my clit. The soft, quick touches send tingles down my spine, my lower stomach tightens. I’m making myself wetter than ever. And it’s all because of him. It’s all because of Jason Todd watching me touch myself for the first time ever.

“Fuck baby girl...that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Jason breathes out.

“Don’t lie, sexy boy. I bet you’ve seen hotter shit in porn or something,” I tease.

“No. I’m fucking serious, Y/NN,” he chokes out. He shakes his head “no” extremely fast. “I admit, I’ve seen a lot of porn and shit, but seeing a very beautiful, sexy girl on my bed, naked, touching herself in front of me takes the cake AND fucking eats it!”

I smile and release a moan when I insert a finger inside me. Closing my eyes, I begin to pump a finger in and out, adding another finger the second I hear Jason whine and begin to stroke himself.

“Do you want me, Jason?”

“Fuck yes, baby. Do you want me?”

I decide to tease him one last time. “I do Jay. I want your big, hard cock inside me. Please...”

I look up into his eyes and see his pupils are dilated and he’s breathing hard. His hands quickly push down his own underwear and kicks them aside before he joins me on the bed, kneeling in front of my legs.

I softly gasp at Jason Todd’s cock.

It’s hard, thick, and big to me...AND honestly...it’s the first one I’ve ever seen. I certainly didn’t know what to expect but something so personal and mouthwatering is not what I had imagined seeing.

“Should I...suck your dick or something?”

“No-I mean, I...want that...A LOT actually, but if you do that...I-I don’t think I’ll last long, babe.”

“Okay, how do you want me then?”

I teasingly smile at him and crawl backwards until I reach his pillow and lie down.

Jason growls under his breath and rushes after me until he gets on top me. He parts my legs and gets in between so I can feel his hard cock.

“Feel that?” he breathes against my lips. “It’s all for you, baby. You always make me so hard. The way you smile. The way you laugh. The way you smell. The way you taste. The way you always reassure me that I’m what you want. But seeing you naked like this under me...I could fucking die.”

I quietly gasp against his mouth. Just the fear of Jason leaving me makes me worried fast. “Please don’t...don’t ever leave me, Jay. I...I don’t think I could ever live without you. You must think that’s stupid for me to say...”

“No. No, I don’t think it’s stupid, Y/N. I don’t...I don’t want you to think this is a one-time thing or just a fucking hook up. You...already know where I come from and the things I’ve seen and done,” Jason says softly as he pushes himself up to look down at me. My hand unknowingly rubs along his bicep as he swallows hard. It has never been easy for Jason to speak or confess about his past, but the fact that he’s doing it now proves something. Something I can’t figure out.

“You’re the one good thing I have ever had in my life. I-I don’t ever want to think what would happen if you’re gone. Just the thought of never having you makes me angry.”

“You’re really mad right now?” I ask quietly. I’m actually shocked but am trying to not show it.

“Pissed off, actually. Not at you. Never at you. I just need you. I need you so much, sweetheart. You’re mine,” he growls and pushes his cock closer to my pussy, smearing my wetness. “Are you sure?”

I can feel my heart pounding. I wonder if his is pounding, too.

I love him. I need him now.

“Yes. Please, Jay...I need you,” I whimper, nodding my head. I grind myself against him and make him moan a little loud.

Jason lowers his face down to mine and kisses me softly and gently for the first time tonight. I can feel I’m losing myself in him and it’s driving me to the point where I’m about to cry if he doesn’t do something right now.

He slowly pulls his lips off mine, but I can feel he’s still close and breathing hot air against my mouth.

“I love you, Y/N,” Jason whispers against my lips.

I barely open my eyes to see his and he kisses me hard. I barely pull away to whisper back, “I love you too, Jay.”

He lowers himself to rest on his forearms on either side of my head to be closer to me.

I reach out to stroke Jason’s cock; making him gasp and jump a bit at the touch. I push myself up against him and guide his dick to my pussy.

Jason smiles and lowers his hand on mine to push his cock inside me. The pressure and tightness of having him inside me hurts a bit. I cringe and gasp in pain. I grip his forearms and whimper softly; I can even feel a few tears escape my eyes.

Once he pushes himself in as far as he can, he hisses at the tightness around his cock but he doesn’t move at all. He swallows hard and moans in his throat at the pleasure he feels inside me. He immediately becomes protective and caring over me. Softly kissing my forehead, my tears, my cheeks, my jawline, and eventually my lips. “Shh...it’s okay, sweetheart,” Jason whispers.

I know it won’t hurt for long but seeing the gentle side of Jason makes it all worth it. Perhaps taking our time is what I really want.

I nod my head and take a deep breath in and out. I try to make myself relax underneath the boy I fell in love with and the boy who’ll have my all my heart and virginity.

“You can move now,” I say softly.

Jason nods his head and slowly and carefully pulls himself out and pushes himself back in. He creates a steady rhythm. He begins to breathe hard and moans softly. I can tell he wants to let himself go and fuck me hard and take me anyway he wants.

But Jason Todd is such a sweetheart. He wants to prove himself to me and by thrusting slow, caressing my thigh he lifted to reach inside me deeper, and by gazing into my eyes shows me how much this means to him...how much I mean to him.

A warm pressure begins to tighten inside me. The new angle he changed to hit my sweet spot every time makes me moan.

Jason jerks his head up when he hears my moan. He suddenly begins to thrust harder and faster against me. His pelvis rubs against my clit. The friction between us is hot and it adds bonus points since the tip of his cock keeps hitting my g-spot correctly every time. It all makes this first time a little more enjoyable for me.

“Fuck baby. Your pussy’s so hot and wet. You’re getting tighter every time I push back into you,” Jason moans out. One hand keeps holding my thigh, as he moves his other hand to squeeze my hip. He’s panting and sweating as he pumps in and out of me. “I want to make you cum. I want to feel you cum so bad.”

I arch my back when a certain deep thrust makes me gasp. Jason lowers his head to my chest to kiss my neck. Slowly and teasingly, his kisses move down to my breasts. He licks and sucks my nipples roughly, giving one and the other the attention he can, which makes me grip his forearms tightly and moan as quietly as I can.

He releases a nipple and raises his head up with a cocky grin. “You like that, baby?”

“Uh huh…” I choke out and nod my head. I can barely think let alone speak. “Do you-you really want to feel me cum?”

Jason nods his head enthusiastically. He pumps his hips faster against mine. He stares into my eyes. “C-can I?”

He’s asking if he can REALLY feel me inside.

No condom?

No problem...?

Feeling myself getting close to the edge of bliss and release because of him, I nod my head “yes “ VERY fast.

“Yes! Please Jason, hurry!” I plead desperately. Just the thought of Jason pulling out makes me whine and miss him.

Jason wastes no time when he pulls out of me and removes the condom as fast as he can. Once the condom is off, he throws it on the floor, lifts my hips, and slams back inside me. Feeling him bare is new and exciting. I tighten around him when he resumes to pound me as hard, fast, and deep as before.

“Oh fuck...you feel so good Y/NN...” Jason chokes out. He closes his eyes and throws his head back when I grind against him.

“Please Jay...I need to cum. Make me cum,” I moan.

Jason looks back at me with dark eyes. He quickly fucks me harder; gripping my hips tightly as he finally shows me what he wants to do to me. I lift myself up a bit and kiss him hard.

We’re breathing each other’s air. We’re racing to get the other to cum first. We’re so close...so close.

I pull my mouth away from his, but our faces are still close.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” I choke out.

He keeps thrusting hard and fast. His eyes are locked on mine and his mouth’s hanging open and he’s breathing hard.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. I want to feel it. I want to feel you. Cum right now,” Jason demands. It suddenly feels like he’s fucking me harder and faster than before. Maybe me telling him I’m close to cumming had awakened something in him.

I bite my bottom lip and throw my head back. I am about to close my eyes, but he squeezes my thigh to get my attention.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby. I-I...oh fuck...I want to see you cum because of me,” Jason commands breathlessly.

All it takes is for his cock and his voice to make me cum. I can feel myself clenching down on his cock tightly, and my juices running down my thighs and on him. We both moan loudly; my orgasm affecting us both so good. I manage to keep my eyes on him but I notice he’s struggling to as well.

Jason doesn’t want to miss a second of this. I don’t either.

“Jay...!” I choke out. “Oh fuck!”

It all feels beautiful. It feels real. It feels good.

Jason fucks me good and deliciously through my orgasm. I can see his confidence is getting bigger and better when he kind of grins at the fact that he made me cum. His usual smirk is on his face, but his eyes still seem focused and determined to show me he loves me.

He lowers his face to kiss me with everything he’s got.

“Y/N...” he gasps.

The second I feel myself come down from the high, he pulls out quickly, gets on his knees, and jacks off hard and fast until his own orgasm hits him. He cums all over my lower stomach, choking out my name, and grunts until I get every drop of his cum. Jason cumming in just three spurts makes me smile when I realize this must have felt good for him as well as me.

“Y/N...” Jason moans. “Fuck...”

He takes a deep breath and smiles down at me lovingly. I reach up to caress his cheek and jawline with an exhausted but beyond satisfied smile of my own.

Then his bedroom opens. We both turn on time to face who walked in on us naked and having finished our first time.

Bruce Wayne.

#dc comics #batman #jason todd #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x reader smut #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x y/n smut

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m4gp13 · 3 years

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For those of you who made it through my laughably incoherent ethabaster think piece, here’s some hc’s, you’ve earned them:

- Ethan has sole possession of their one shared brain cell. Alabaster is not allowed to even look at it. This is because they used to have two but Al broke the good one trying to blow up something (probably Percy).

- If Al finds out Ethan left without some form of magical protection i.e. a sigil, a crystal, ground eggshells, he will be pretty much vibrating with nerves until Ethan gets back so he can give him a once-over.

- Alabaster’s from a very witchy family who all worship Hecate for many reasons that differ depending on which estranged relative you ask and they all kinda saw Al as the first coming of witch Christ so he had a lot of expectations at a very young age.

- Ethan knows this and tries to lift as much Titan army business off his shoulders as possible.

- He accidentally lifts too much off to the point where he is drowning in work and is now the one in need of saving. But does he tell anyone that if he looks at one more stack of demands from his mile long list of bosses he’s going to cry for five hours? Of course not don’t be ridiculous.

- Alabaster immediately hated Percy as soon as he heard the guys name but due to the arena stuff and telling Thalia not to k*ll him Ethan actually held a bit of respect for Percy which annoyed Al to no end.

-This was until the not-so-peaceful peace talk in tlo when Percy starts shit talking Nemesis and Ethan just internally goes “actually the witch bitch was right this guy sucks ass”

-However, under no circumstances will Ethan ever tell this to Alabaster; not because he values his pride (he has none) but because he knows the life of a demigod is short and he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his very short one hearing Al rub that one thing in his face for every single second of it.

- And I mean Every. Single. Second.

- So yeah he takes that to the grave and doesn’t even tell anyone in the underworld in case they tell Al when he dies and he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his afterlife with Al being a dumbass. (also yes Ethan got into Elysium, fuck you)

- (Actually I have another idea about where Ethan went post-life but that’s so far from canon it’s more of an AU than a headcanon so we’re gonna leave that out for now)

- Al thought he was the one in charge of the Hecate kids because he was the most powerful and the highest ranking in the army but he was Not. That was Ethan. The Hecate kids thought Ethan was their unofficial adopted baby brother but little did they know he was the mum the whole time.

- Ethan is the only thing standing between them and starving to death. He also does the younger kids hair and gives everyone with long hair super intricate braids that stay out of their faces during “field work”. Al thinks this is more of him trying to take the weight off his shoulders but Ethan knows that if he doesn’t do this shit no one will so he kinda has to. Not that he doesn’t like doing it. being helpful is his love language.

- Because of their powers over the mist the Hecate kids of the army were notorious pranksters who were usually at war with the Hermes kids (wars usually declared by Al because he rolled a zero on self restraint) but none of them prank Ethan because “nooooo you can’t do him he babey 🥺”

- Ethan has simply decided that what the magic prank wizards don’t know can’t hurt them and just turns to his blind side whenever he sees them sneaking off the ship to get Micky D’s in the middle of the night to stay on their good sides.

- Speaking of the ship, Ethan thinks it’s the dumbest thing in the world that one of their most powerful demigod enemies is the son of a sea god and he actually has a pretty decent relationship with said sea god and their main base of operations aside from mt Othrys is a fucking BOAT. He tells Al all about his worries for the ship and while Al assures him that nothing that bad could happen he always makes sure that the ship always has the least amount of demigods on board at all times just in case.

- It takes all the strength Ethan has not to yell “TOLD YOU SO” at him when the ship blows up.

- Al probably either wears basic white boy clothes or typical witchy stuff (like moons and shit) depending his mood meanwhile Ethan found out about leather and just goes for it.

- Every grunge/punk/emo/eboy/teachwear bitch aspires to be him and because he aint about all that “gender roles” bs he definitely goes about wearing cool egirl stuff too. Not just slightly feminine shaped jumpers but all the plaid skirts, fishnets and lace trimmed dresses he can steal afford and Al, despite his more basic fashion taste is here for it. You’ve never seen someone more supportive of their pals fits, get you a hypeman like Al. You deserve it. (Ethan is also not afraid to walk around in a full pastel gamer girl fit)

- (Also Al hyping up one Ethans fits in front of a Titan is the reason they were allowed to start wearing army fatigues instead of the whole ancient Greek armour on occasion)

- Ethan appreciates Al’s enthusiasm but he also kinda doesn’t get it. And he definitely doesn't do that “yeah you’re right I DO look good” thing because he just doesn’t know how. He’d always been a little self-conscious about getting a big head but then he found out about Nemesis and hubris and all that fun stuff, looked at his meager pile of self worth and said “ yep, this has to go”

- Al almost starts crying when he finds out and pretty much makes it mission to be such a good hype man that Ethan has no choice but to think of himself as a Pretty Cool Dude via absorbing the hype through diffusion. It kinda starts working but then Ethan [REDACTED] in tlo so we’ll never know what could’ve been.

- To nick a hc from someone ( hi @chromarozee-spam) contrary to his taste in clothes Ethan does ballet (he was a punk AND did ballet, what more can I say?) and while Al tries to support his hobbies he is genuinely afraid both for and of him. “For” because “holy fuck that looks painful are you okay?”. And “of” because “are you sure those are bones inside you because I don’t think bones are supposed do that?!”.

- Ethan tries to assure him that no his spine is not made of rubber, broken bones or otherworldly materials so can he stop bothering him during practice please?

- This does not stop Al from making a million protection wards and constantly asking his deck if Ethan is indeed a Being of this Good Green Earth.

- Eventually his cards pretty much just tell him that he is friends with one bendy heck of a boi and he needs to fucking get over it so he kinda just,, ,,,,, , does.

- Again with the hc thieving (this time from @altorringtons) Al learning to use a two-handed broadsword so he can guard Ethan’s blind side and back in a fight *soft noises* just them trying so hard to keep each other alive because they love each other and they care about each other!

- They also sleep in the same bed whenever they get the chance (fully clothed ya nasties, they’re kids) and they just hug each other soooo tight because they just need to know they’re alright cos they always get pretty banged up in fights against campers or just monsters that are too much like wild animals to recruit. (What? Me? Projecting my desire to be intimately held by the closest person I have to family with their arms wrapped not tight enough to make me uncomfortable but tight enough to make me feel loved? Never! What on earth are you talking about?)

- Because Al is super stubborn and prideful whenever they have an argument Al can’t really bring himself to say he’s sorry so when he’s ready to apologise he just climbs into bed on Ethan’s blind side and cuddles him because he knows Ethan is super worried about getting attacked on his blind side so it’s like he has a guard or a shield.

- Ethan on the other hand just calls him a Rock Boy in a derogatory way until he gets over himself and apologizes but he really does love the fact that Al knows that about him and accommodates that.

- The thing they fight about most is how “heroic” the titan army is. Kronos’ brainwashing worked on Al like a charm and he fully believes that they are the rebellion and camp is the empire. Ethan on the other hand wasn’t at camp long enough for Kronos or Luke to really do anything but it doesn’t matter because Ethan really doesn’t give a shit if he’s on the “evil side” cos he just wants respect and he’s willing to do what it takes without a second thought of how people see him. If he thinks he’s doing the right thing but on the wrong side he can live with that but Al needs to feel like all of his side is on the moral high ground because that’s what Kronos drilled into his brain.

- Ethan knows that Al delusional when it comes to the non-existent heroics of the army but eventually he just decides to let Al believe the titans lies because that’s easier for him even if it hurts Ethan to see him being manipulated like that.

- Due to Ethan not giving a shit on the humanity of his bosses he gets punished a lot more often and a lot more violently than Al because they know that Ethan already knows they don’t care about him so they don’t have to sugar coat him but Al still believes that they’re heroes and his mindset needs to stay like that to keep him obedient.

- Also because I am a Cruel Person By Nature I hc Ethan’s mortal family (which usually just consists of his dad) as meeting a not very pg13 end at the hands of a monster who wanted to nible on Ethan a tad which pretty much scarred him for life.

- SO, at the end of the battle of Man Hats Are In when Al looks around and sees that his whole family (that joined the titans) are dead! oh no! How sad! At least he knows someone whose been through the same thing so they understand each other and can help each other through this tough time together right? SIKE!

- so yeah Al learns Ethan d-worded in the worst possible way at the worst possible time and just looses it from grief. Loosing his family was bad enough but finding out he lost the one person he thought he would be able to confide in and heal with immediately after just really rubs salt in the wound.

- When the survivors start re-grouping to find someplace to hide until the gods forget about them Al just wanders off because it’s all he can do to not break down on the spot.

- He’s just wandering in a daze for a while and most people just assume he’s high but he snaps out of it and gets into anger mode when Lamia starts attacking him because he finally has something to do and occupy himself with even though it’s hard not to think about his sibling especially when Lamia keeps talking like they never would have died if she’d been in charge which is why she should totally just kill him and lead their siblings instead.

- His desire to have something to keep his mind off his family and Ethan is the first thing he thinks about when Claymore re-alives and immediately starts talking about doing research (yeah because that’s what you need after a long stressful day of fighting monsters and literally dying).

- Ethan keeps trying to cross the veil and help, even if he just sends Al a pleasant dream to help him sleep but contrary to what you might think from the name, the veil is really hard to cross so Ethan just has to bite his nails and watch his friend suffer.

- It gets easier to watch after Al and Claymore pretty much adopt each other because at least he has someone but they do still get into pretty scary situations.

- When they were both premortem they got paired up for a lot of missions for the titan army and they usually just tried to pretend they were on a fun road trip around America when they could and make fun of mortal shit together.

- At one point they were in a motel and the last people accidentally left behind one of Claymore’s books about death and they found it the funniest thing ever. Between a pair of in which one of their mum’s regularly goes to the underworld and one has been there himself they find mortal ideas of the afterlife to be very amusing.

- Alabaster has decided he would not like to share this with the class (Claymore) thank you very much.

- Also when they’re doing their road tripping Ethan knows all the best places to crash, the cheapest food places and the local gangs don’t bother them because between running away from camp and joining the army he just wandered around a lot.

- Like he’d just hop on a random train, take a nap and figure it out when he wakes up; he made a lot of friends this way too as well as his taste in clothes cos he didn’t have a lot of money so he’d just DIY some second hand punk shit. Al thinks he’s the Gandalf of the demigod world because he just knows everyone who might help them and everywhere they could spend the night. He definitely tells his siblings about Ethan being the closest thing they have to a wandering wizard and they fucking love it.

- Also because Nemesis tends to not have a lot of kids Ethan was the only one of hers in the army and Al felt really bad for him because his sibling were his favourite part about the army so he tried to include Ethan in as much as possible with his siblings.

- As an unexpected result Ethan ended up with a small army of super powered children to sick on the people who keep making jabs about him loosing in the arena battle.

- Al sometimes thinks he’s given him too much power but also he will fuck a bitch up if they make fun of his pals so he sees where his siblings are coming from and yeah those bitches had it coming. He also has a copy of bitchcraft.

- Ethan’s dad was the type to play “Stay With Me” by Miki Matsubara on repeat for hours and Ethan would probably enjoy the song but he’s heard it so often that now it makes his ears bleed and Al sometimes tortures him with for fun until Ethan starts throwing shit.

- To steal another hc from @chromarozee-spam Ethan has a thing for cats and one time Al accidentally gave himself mistform cat-ears and Ethan could not stop touching them. Ethan was just craning his head back uncontrollably grinning so much his face hurt. Al can’t bring himself to be upset because Ethan rarely ever smiles since he joined the army.

- Al saw Ethan crying over one of those video’s where people put their hoodies on backwards and put their cat in the hood so he made a mist cat and bought him a hoodie. Ethan of course started crying again but it was happy tears instead.

- Ethan is fucking tiny while Al is almost a foot taller than him. He wouldn’t mind so much if Al didn’t exhaust every opportunity to rub it in his face so he just starts climbing all over shit (especially tall buildings) half to give Al heart attacks and half so he can be like “Sorry? What was that? I’m so high up I can’t hear you. Can you speak up a little? Maybe get a ladder? Or taller?”

- Also I don’t know why but I hc Al as Texan. Ethan gets told about this “Alabaster C. Torrington” guy who knows latin, incantations and other magical knowledge and expects some fancy British guy so when they meet and Al speaks Ethan gets whiplash so hard he fuckin chokes.

- Al is also very casual and Ethan is pretty professional so when he meets this magic general with a straight back and the first thing that comes out of this assholes mouth is some “Howdy y’all!!” bullshit he just dies on the spot.

- Also because Al is texan he is very sensitive to the cold (I’m about 80% sure that Texas is one of the Warm states) so when he has to do stuff in cold places like the labyrinth or new york (idk about that one to but in every film I’ve seen that’s set in NY it’s raining for about 90% of the time) he complains about being freezing all the time until Ethan helpfully reminds him that he can literally make fire out of nothing, surely he can find a way to warm himself up.

- Ethan is also sensitive to the cold because he’s basically malnourished but he’s been like that for a while and thinks it’s normal so he sucks it up until Al notices he’s always cold. Ethan tells him it’s fine but Al is basically a walking electric blanket so whenever Al cuddles him to keep him warm Ethan can’t help but melt because he’s so fucking warm and soft and have you noticed I crave intimacy?

- Ethan started studying Greek myths vigorously since he found out he was a demigod and when he died he kept an eye and an ear out for Al because even though he wouldn’t be able to do anything it still reassures him to know what’s going on, HOWEVER, he was almost filled with enough malice to rip through the barrier between the living and the dead purely to beat an ass when he hears Al’s little “I don’t bother reading about worthless monsters like you!” jab.

- Ethan is very jumpy and fidgety to the point where Al is genuinely concerned and while Ethan assures Al that nothing’s wrong Al is still suspicious. Ethan probably would have told Al about it if it was because of anything but Kronos but seeing that it mostly is, he doesn’t because Ethan feels like Al will just take Kronos’ word over his and he’ll loose the only person he trusts in the army.

- Al doesn’t find out about it until way after the war when Kronos’ brainwashing starts to come undone because by then his mindset is a lot less biased in the titans favour so he can see things that he just unconsciously ignored before and is able to put two and two together. When he does boy is it a trip.

- Ethan is really bad at talking about feelings and stuff so whenever Al gets upset over something and Ethan has no idea how to talk to him he’ll just get him some rocks. One time Ethan found out about those heart shaped valentine boxes that are normally filled with chocolates but people put crystals in them and that just became his go-to for when Al was especially upset.

- Al is only slightly better at talking about stuff but he can still get Ethan to open up to him which is good because Ethan isn’t very materialistic so it’s hard to make him feel better by buying him things and because someone needs to get Ethan to express himself in an emotionally healthy way.

- Also because of this they just can’t tell each other they love each other. Like they’ll barely whisper it when the other is asleep because they’re just so bad at talking about feelings. It wasn’t that much of an issue until after the war and Ethan gets k-worded and Al is left alone and sobbing over all the times he never told his loved ones how much they meant to him.

- But because this is a headcanon list; fuck that, Al saved Ethan with some sort of magic bullshit and they talk about how much they love each other all the time now because they can’t stand the thought of one of them dying having never been told how much they are loved.

#me going around nicking hcs: thank you for your sacrifices #this will help tremendously in the war effort #also max i am extremely pleased to tell you that auto correct thinks Harrington is a lovely name for you #and you stan the magic messiah #autocorrect didn't say that one #but it's true #pjo #percy jackson #ethan nakamura #alabaster torrington #alabaster c torrington #ethan x alabaster #ethabaster

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sweetwritertanya · 4 years

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Dressed Up For Halloween (Taehyung)

Summary: Taehyung decides to invite you to a party he has to attend a bit last minute. So, you end up with a cheap and basic, albeit cute, witch costume. Going to the party makes you feel pretty self-conscious and it takes him a while to notice.

Warnings: SMUT! As always, do beware of (or look forward to): erotic body touching, fingering, hand-job, unprotected sex (do as I say, not as I write, be safe!), standing sex, sex in closet, aftercare.

Word Count: 2627

Okay, so you knew it was a predictable choice, going as a witch for Halloween. But it’s not like Taehyung gave you a heads up in time, you literally had less than three days to prepare. The best costumes were already out of stock in all of the stores you knew in town, you didn’t have that much to chose from.

Even so, you actually quite liked the one you ended up purchasing. It was a three-quarter length sleeved dress with a puffy ruffled skirt, sparkling tule to give it a magical feel and a belt to bring you in at the smallest part of your body, the waist. It worked wonders for your silhouette, showcasing the best curves of your oversized frame. The small skirt, longer on the back, displayed your soft legs, covered only by fishnet tights down to your black high-heels. With a typical broom in one hand and a pointy hat in your head, a striking make-up look, you actually liked the costume.

You should have had the foresight to ask your boyfriend what he would go as. Maybe then you would have felt better about how much you stood out next to him. He showed up at your doorstep dressed as Bob Ross, with a pair of expensive denim jeans and a blue fitted silk shirt, certainly from Gucci, a paint palette in one hand and a brush on the other. The only things missing were a fluffy curly wig and a beard, but he did have his black hair curly. He looked stunning as always and, once again, you wondered how the hell you got so lucky.

“My mischievous little witch, you look ravishing tonight, honey” he compliments with a boxy smile, before kissing your lips.

It would have been a lovely day if only you had skipped the party. You knew close to no one there except for Taehyung’s close friends, and they were all busy talking with other people, important people in the business. More than that, you kept standing by as Taehyung got continuous compliments on his costume – especially from daring women – which only made you feel more and more poorly dressed.

Being pretty oblivious in nature, Taehyung didn’t notice anything strange when you excused yourself and took a place next to the cupcake’s table, lips tugging down just like your spirits for the night. Your hand reached for one of the delicious looking treats and at the first bite you knew this would be where you would probably stay the rest of the night, surrounded by your closest friend: food.

By the second treat, you are leaning against the table, avoiding eye contact with anyone and fighting back the tears gathering in your eyes. You knew you were being overly sensitive about this whole thing, that you should be stronger than this. But knowing it didn’t mean you felt it.

“Y/N, honey, the guys and I were talking about-” Taehyung shows up next to you out of nowhere, with a spring on his step and a vibrant energy radiating from him. That is, until he searches for your eyes and realizes the state you were in. “Honey! What’s wrong, what happened?”

He leans down and places his hands on your shoulders, trying to keep your gaze but you glance away every time. His joyful expression is overtaken by a worried one, broad dark eyebrows pulled together and wide defined lips slightly parted.

“Nothing, really, don’t worry about it” you try and deflect his concern, to no avail.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here first” he decides, grabbing you by the hand.

Holding your hand firmly in his large one, Taehyung leads you away from the crowd, away from the party, and you can tell he doesn’t really know exactly where to go just yet. He is just searching for a quiet place to talk to you in a building he doesn’t even know very well.

Opening a door after you two cut a corner to an empty corridor, he pushes you into a maintenance closet, with shelves on both sides and tools at the back. It was a small room that was barely large enough to fit you two comfortably. Taehyung seems to hesitate for a moment, but does end up closing the door behind you and turning on the light.

“Okay, I doubt anyone will find us here. Now, why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying. I’m on the verge of” you correct him, to which he just crosses his arms and throws you a look. You sigh and, without looking at his face, you confess what’s been bothering you so much. “I just… I wish I didn’t come here. Tae, I don’t fit in. I don’t know anyone and everyone is wearing such expensive and creative costumes while I’m… I showed up dressed up for Halloween as a witch, Tae. A witch. Like the basic bitch I am.”

“Hey!” he admonishes, taking your face in between his hands and making you look at his offended expression. “My girlfriend is anything but a basic bitch. You look better than anyone out there and idiot is anyone who doesn’t see it!”

You smile and lean your head in his hands, enjoying the comforting warmth.

“You have to say that because you’re my boyfriend. But I appreciate the sentiment.”

His demeanor changes subtly, his comforting hands leaving your face to clutch together in front of him, head hanging low and eyesight set on the floor beneath his feet.

“Not much of a boyfriend if I didn’t even realize how bad you were feeling. I’m sorry I forced you to come with me, Y/N” he apologizes, voice filled with guilt.

“Hey, none of that” is your turn to comfort him, separating his hands so you can sneak past them and hug him by the waist, chin prompted on his chest as you look up with affection. “You invited me to come and I said yes. It’s not your fault I’m feeling a bit sensitive today about all of this. And you’re doing a great job as my boyfriend so far, Taehyung.”

He smiles slightly at that, releasing his culpability with a heavy sight as he leans his forehead against yours and closes his eyes.

“Want to go home now, honey?” he asks.

“Yes, please. If you don’t mind.”

His smile stretches wider and he pecks at your lips, just a few inches away from his and just begging to be tasted. Hands resting on your wide hips, he is about to step back and guide you two back out when you stand on your toes to steal a kiss from him too, soft lips meeting in a sweet encounter.

It was supposed to just be a quick kiss, but soon a kiss turns into two and three, and then it’s too difficult to keep count anymore. Mouths refuse to part as the air in the small room thickens, your skin starts to tingle and scorch under his touch, your back hits the shelves behind you and stays constrained against them as Taehyung’s slim body presses into your soft one.

More than touch, his hands are squeezing your abundant flesh over your clothes, creating paths from your waist to your lower back, up to your shoulder and again down your sides. Your cheeks turn red in crimson heat, eager hands pulling at the silk shirt to untuck them so you can run your fingers directly against the warm skin of his hips and lower spine. Taehyung shudders and sighs under your touch and your stomach clenches in desire for so much more.

As much as your mind logically understands that you shouldn’t keep going, your body screams for more and more. So, you don’t even try to stop him when Taehyung’s wondering hands find themselves at your thighs, playing with the fishnet tights, digits sneaking in between the holes to press against your flesh.

“Oh, Tae…!” you whisper, arching your back and clawing at his waist.

“You want to stop?” he immediately questions, voice dripping with repressed lust.

“God, no!”

He chuckles and attaches his beautiful lips to the side of your neck while his hands grew busy. The tights added no constriction as he grazed his finger over your clothed core, charging up the already electrified pressure down in your womb. The black panties hide the growing stain right at your crotch but there is little you can do to hide how turned on you are once he pulls the garment aside and dips his digits directly into your velvet center.

You jump slightly at the touch, mewling as you hold on to his shoulders, letting your legs fall a bit more apart to give him better access.

“You are so wet, darling” he informs, as if you didn’t know, with a hint of wonder and almost disbelief behind his tone.

Simply mewling into his chest at that, his fingers start a lazy path up and down your slick slit, teasing at your clenching hole and drawing circles at the little engorged pearl on the other side of your lower lips. You feel like your insides are bowling, a desperation taking over your brain and body that only he could originate.

When his lips reach yours once again, tilting his head to the right so he can taste you fully, that’s when he slides the first finger in, a delectably long finger of his that drag against your clenching walls in the most pleasurable ways. He swallows your moans as he keeps kissing you, tongue revolving around yours at a similar pace his finger slid in and out of you. As your breathing grows rapidly shallow, he moves his mouth to instead bite at your ear, at the same time he decides to add another finger.

The stretch is wonderful in the most shameless ways and when he starts scissoring them inside while keeping them knuckle deep in you, the legs holding you up almost gave out. Then he curls his fingers, deep inside and grazing your cervix, right at that spot that clouded your vision with white spots of light. With a movement of his thumb against your sensitive clit, you come undone completely and it takes all of your inner strength not to yell out as the aching coil unfurled from within.

He allows you a moment to regain control over your thoughts, fingers still buried in you but immobile. When you lean back against the shelves, spent but functional again, he removes them and you watch with hooded eyes as he licks them clean, almost shyly. His eyes were as dark as his hair, cheeks tinted pink and lips bruised red.

“Do you… want to continue this back home? I may need a few minutes before we leave” he states, looking down at himself before raising his eyes back at you.

You follow his glance and realize what he was talking about. Even in denim jeans, there was no hiding the enormous bulge pressing against his zipper. It would be difficult to get out of here without anyone noticing it.

“Maybe we don’t need to go back home to continue” you suggest, biting your bottom lip as you allow your hands to fall from his shoulders down his chest and tug at his belt.

A shaky grunt leaves your boyfriend’s throat and he tilts your head up towards him. You see passion and lust behind his look as he brushes his thumb over your lips and then gives you his fingers for you lick any remaining trace of yourself clean. You suck on his digits at the same your hands undid the belt and pulled the pants down, tasting both his own unique sweet and spicy flavor as well as your own.

Slowly, you pull at the hem of his boxers to free his erection and pull it down to where his pants had fallen, just above his knees. Taehyung’s cock stood tall and proud, flushed a dark pink and curving up ever so slightly. The dying flame at the pit of your stomach flared back up intensely at the sight.

One hand pulling at his collar so you can kiss him seductively, the other one encircles his length and, with a rough grip, pumps up and down the erect dick. Grunts bubble up his throat as you do so, his hands grasping at your arms to ground himself. You use your fingers and thumb to stroke over the flushed tip while you move your fist around him and he almost chokes.

“Feeling good?” you question with your lips pressing just below his hear.

“Y-yeah, very” he manages to respond.

He would prove it soon enough, when after just a few more pumps of your hand leave him mad with desire and he steps back from you. Removing your hands from him, he ends up ripping your fishnets between your thighs in the attempt to pull them off and pushes your panties aside, aligning himself with your entrance while lifting one of your bulky legs with a hand beneath the knee.

He plunges inside in a swift move, your welcoming warm walls embracing him with pleasure. It makes the hair behind your neck stand up and a moany sigh escape you.

“Those were my only fishnets, Tae” you complain even in the midst of all these erotic sensations.

“Sorry, I’ll buy you new ones” he promises in a breathy whisper.

He starts rocking his hips back and forward, his cock inside pulsating and filling you completely as the tip nestled right up against your cervix. You have to take the back of your hand against your mouth to keep you from making noise, the heavenly feeling of his shaft dragging inside your walls too much for you handle. Every time his pelvis snaps against yours, the impact reaches your protruding clit and you jolt, heat rising off of you.

Your pliant muscles fit snuggly around his throbbing haft and the slickness increases as the fire grows, pressure building rapidly deep and low in your belly. Taehyung’s face was flushed and glistening with a thin layer of sweat, you could see the throb of blood on his temples as his hips snap forward harder and faster, deeper and desperate. The grip on your leg is so strong it may leave an imprint of his fingers and you don’t care one bit as his cock suddenly hits that hidden spot inside and you cried out into your fist, eyes closed and back arched.

Your body melts into pleasure that uncoiled from your womb and erupted abruptly, leaving your brain dizzy and muscles clenched in the pleasurable high until they gave out in the most satisfying release. Feeling your walls sucking him dry as they collapse around his cock, Taehyung thrusts just a couple of times before his own release floods through him like water, crashing down in molten waves that have him quivering and spilling inside of you.

Spent and tired, Taehyung still manages to reach for a box of tissue paper they had in store and take out a few of them. Slowly, almost painfully, he slips out from you and cleans the mixture of juices that spill out with the up most care. He throws the dirty tissues to the garbage can beneath the cleaning cart and pulls your panties back up as well as rearrange your tights. Then he buckles himself back up but not without leaning down to kiss your smiling lips one last time.

“Let’s get out of here and throw our own Halloween party back at home? Just the two of us?” he proposes, knowing perfectly well that was your ideal scenario.

“Yes, please” you smile with adoration at him and agree.

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