#i fighting with myself to make her lips more pink and kissable

[dollfat]

ofc i only get this insight after romancing him twice. guess i shouldn't be surprised

my logic is that opal knows she's not attractive to most men and is more suspicious of flattery. tiv and selphira were pretty elves with high charisma

#i fighting with myself to make her lips more pink and kissable #she doesn't like gale yet he's too.... indoor type #also her eyes are actually opal now #no clue why i was so hesitant to see all eye/skin colors #dove plays bg3

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [four] // wanda maximoff

summary: Things finally explode between you and Nate, and Pietro decides to get to the bottom of whatever is going on between you and Wanda, though in usual Pietro fashion AKA not subtly at all

warning/s: none.

author's note: this is very beefy, i must admit, but i think you'll all enjoy the outcome 😂💘

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Dinner with the Maximoffs wasn't as strange as I envisioned. Her parents were sweet and the twins did their best to make me feel comfortable. Wanda still seemed mildly frustrated whenever Pietro and I would talk though, and I figured she may have thought I was lying when I told her I didn't like him like that. I hoped that wasn't the case.

After dinner, Wanda took me upstairs to show me her bedroom. I'm not sure how to describe it other than it seemed so Wanda.

"I'm guessing red is your favourite colour," I said when I saw the hints of scarlet in her bedroom. On her walls, in her bedding, on her pillows. Just like her car and her jacket, they were all bright and very her.

"Great observation, Sherlock," she teased with a sly smile.

I returned the smile, sticking my tongue out at her playfully, before having a walk around and coming across her massive CD collection and CD player. Her music taste was actually quite similar to mine, which I definitely didn't expect. It just made her ten times more attractive to me which wasn't good, but oh well. I was here for a good time, not a long time. And my crush on Wanda Maximoff would surely be the death of me.

"D'you have any CDs at all?" she asked, joining my side when she noticed me staring at the shelf.

I crossed my arms, glancing at her. "Don't get me wrong. I'd love to collect them, but it's just so much easier to have Spotify, y'know?"

My intention wasn't to make her laugh, but God I was glad I did when her eyes crinkled and the sound rang around the room, making my heart pinch with adoration.

After giving me some of her pyjamas, the two of us got ready and brushed our teeth before I realised she wanted me to share bed with her.

"You wanna watch some TV before bed?" she asked, clearly not registering my hesitance to slide into her Queen-sized bed.

I swallowed hard. "S-sure."

She turned on the TV at the end of her bed as I slipped in beside her, still a bit rigid as I kept a fair distance from her.

"What you feeling? Comedy? Drama? Horror?"

"Anything is fine with me," I said, still tense.

She hummed in acknowledgement before leaning down on her pile of pillows behind her, edging closer to me. My heart was hammering in my chest as her hair tickled my arm from where she was laying.

"You comfortable?" she checked in, leaning backwards so her head was upside down to see me. "I have more pillows if you need them."

I offered her a small smile, hoping it disguised my nerves. "I'm good."

She nodded before flicking through the channels and eventually settling on reruns of The Office. It took time, but I eventually overcame my initial shock of sharing bed with the girl I had a major crush on and instead relaxed, getting comfortable under the covers.

After watching some TV, we called it a night and fell asleep quite quickly, the day taking its toll on us. For once, I wasn't panicking about doing something stupid. I simply fell asleep, trying to ignore the heat she emanated from beside me.

It was a peaceful night – her bed was super comfortable – and I woke up to the sound of Wanda moving about in her bedroom.

"Shoot, I'm sorry, did I wake you?" she asked when she saw me moving about under the blankets. I tried to blink away the sleep as she continued, "I was gonna wake you soon. School starts in an hour."

I rubbed my eyes, yawning, before sitting up and seeing she was practically already dressed. That meant she would have been up for a while, meaning she would have seen me fast asleep. God, I hated when people saw me sleeping. It always felt so weird.

"It's okay," I got out tiredly, before running a hand through my hair.

"You sleep well?" she asked, spinning around in her chair, her makeup half done. "I tried my very best not to use you as a teddy bear."

She was joking, but I felt my neck grow warm at the thought and damn, it was just way too early to be flustered.

"Yeah, I slept great," I settled, feeling her gaze on me. "Thanks again for having me over."

"Anytime," she said, and something told me it wasn't just a friendly response but that she actually meant it. Maybe it was the kind smile on her lips as she said so. "Just like last night, if you wanna use anything in the bathroom, go for it."

I gave her a thumbs up, taking a moment to wake myself up a little more, before heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I returned to Wanda's room, I saw she'd already made the bed and had laid my clothes on top of it.

"I've got a shirt you can borrow," she said when I grabbed my jeans.

"Oh, I can just wear the same thing again, it's no biggie," I told her, already grabbing my shirt.

She pouted before grabbing a shirt from her closet. "Just hold on. You'll love it."

In no time, she came out from her closet and held out a Paramore tee shirt on a hanger towards me.

"I got it from the last concert I went to," she explained. "I thought you'd like it."

I couldn't help but smile at the thought. "Wow, Wanda. Really? You don't mind?"

She nodded, shaking the shirt as emphasis for me to take it. I did, having a look over it and smiling to myself.

"I'll wash it and give it back to you tomorrow," I promised, taking it off the hanger and holding it with my jeans. "Thanks."

"You can keep it," she said, scratching the back of her head apprehensively. "I've got loads."

"Oh, no, I can't do that," I began to deny, but she shook her head.

"It's fine, I'm giving it to you," she said, before smiling sweetly. "I'm sure you'll look better in it anyway."

Again with the warmth spreading up my neck...

"I doubt that," I quipped with a small smile.

"Go! Go get changed," she said, already pushing me towards the door. "I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast."

I snickered, letting her shove me into the hallway, before heading into the bathroom to get ready. The shirt was oversized, so there was no need to be worried it wouldn't fit. It was actually really nice, plus I liked it that extra bit more knowing Wanda gave it to me. Though I knew I wouldn't keep it. It was hers and she was just being nice.

When I finished making myself look presentable, I headed downstairs and found the twins at the kitchen counter, chatting between themselves. Their chatter ceased when I walked in, with Wanda biting her lip and looking me up and down with satisfaction.

"I was right," was all she said, making me nervous. "You do look better in it than me."

—

The day after that, I did as I said I would and returned Wanda's shirt to her, washed, folded and ironed. Knowing she wouldn't accept it without a fight, I left it in her bag when she wasn't looking during class.

I should have expected her to approach me at my locker afterwards.

"It was supposed to be a gift," she said, and I saw her pretty face reflected in the mirror hung inside my locker.

I turned around, already knowing what she was talking about.

"I told you I couldn't accept," I said politely, giving her a small smile. "I appreciate it though." She seemed disappointed which obviously didn't help with my feelings for her, so I took a leap and added, "Maybe I can get my own at their next concert. In the summer, right?"

She picked up on what I meant and smiled, stifling a laugh. Running a hand through her hair, she met my gaze and I found myself frozen in place as always, unable to look away. I wondered if she knew what she was doing when she did that, knew that she was giving me heart palpitations every time her lips turned into a playful smirk and dark eyes studied me curiously.

My eyes drifted to her lips subconsciously and she must have put on some lip balm or something, prior to finding me just now, as they looked shiny and pink and just so damn kissable. Nate was one lucky guy.

—

Having faced issues with Nate three times now (AKA the three times he happened to launch a football at my head), I'd figured I wouldn't be seeing the last of him. He was a dick, meaning he had a natural inclination to piss people off, particularly me. But I never thought he'd go for Y/BF/N.

We were chilling by our lockers, chatting about his film project, when his books suddenly got knocked out of his hands and he was shoved against the lockers. I straightened up when I saw it was Nate, looking pissed off as he had Y/BF/N's shirt bundled in his fist.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted, trying to shove him off, but he merely pushed me back.

"This isn't your business," he said to me before glaring at Y/BF/N, who was quiet with panic. "You. You've been hanging around my girlfriend and I don't like it."

The colour drained from Y/BF/N's face as Nate slammed his hand to the lockers beside his head, startling him.

"I want you to stay the fuck away from Wanda!" he ordered, and students were starting to pick up on the fight that was clearly about to break out. "You fucking hear me, you nerd? Stay the fuck away!"

Poor Y/BF/N nodded his head, eyes avoiding Nate's. Meanwhile, I was angrier than Nate probably was. Y/BF/N had done nothing wrong. Maybe Nate had just seen Wanda hanging with me and because Y/BF/N was always with me, assumed the worst. Either way, this was no way to handle the situation and I was not gonna let this dick threaten my friend.

"Get the fuck away from him, Nate," I said through gritted teeth, glaring a hole into the side of his head.

Nate barely glanced my way. "I told you this isn't your business, honey."

"Five seconds," I said, standing behind him as a crowd began to form. "You've got five seconds or I'm gonna kick you."

He seemed to ignore me as he tightened his grip on Y/BF/N's shirt, only pissing me off more.

"Five," I began to count down, the grip on my books tightening with nerves and anger. "Four."

He still didn't look my way, just kept slapping Y/BF/N's face to scare him.

"Three, two, one," I said quickly, tired of giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Without waiting anymore, I kicked him between the legs with full force, watching as he instantly let go of Y/BF/N and doubled over. Everybody began to laugh, some making 'ooh' noises, but the consensus was clear – it definitely sucked to be Nate right now.

I tried not to laugh as I watched his face scrunch with pain, turning red. I was starting to appreciate my choice of wearing my doc marten boots today.

"No more balls for the guy who keeps throwing them at my fucking head," I got out, jaw clenching.

He looked up, his face crossing with realisation as he recognised me. In response, he glared in my direction, but it didn't faze me.

"Come on, Y/BF/N," I said, looking to my startled friend. "Let's go."

"What on Earth is going on over here?!" a teacher's voice rang out in the distance, and I groaned internally.

When I turned to leave, I heard Nate from behind me, grunting with dissatisfaction.

"Fuckin' dyke," he mumbled under his breath, and I paused, clenching my fists.

"Y/N, don't–" Y/BF/N tried to stop me, but I was too pissed to care.

I spun around and punched Nate square in the face, feeling good as his smirking face scrunched in pain and his back hit the lockers from the impact.

"Woah!" a teacher came out of nowhere, shoving herself between us and pushing me away from him. "What the hell is going on here?!"

I shook my hand to ease the pain on my knuckles, though the pain couldn't stop the grin on my lips as Nate raised his hands to his face, holding his busted nose. Students were going crazy, egged on by the potential fight, and for once, I didn't mind the attention. Nate had that coming for a while now.

"Everybody back to class! Now!" the teacher yelled, glaring all around her, before her eyes settled on Nate and I. "You two. Nurse's office now."

Nate glared at me behind his bloody nose and, once again, I tried not to laugh. Y/BF/N patted my back, amazement written on his face, before letting me leave with the teacher and an unusually silent Nate.

—

Kicking Nate in the groin and punching him in the face wasn't something I did to get attention, yet that's exactly what happened. Word of the incident spread around the school quite quickly, so much in fact that even students from other grades became aware of the situation and were approaching me to tell me how awesome I was. The whole thing was definitely strange, but I could tolerate it.

What I couldn't tolerate was having Chemistry after lunch and wondering if Wanda knew.

Would she hate me for punching her boyfriend? I wasn't sure. I just knew that when she walked into class and sat next to me, I felt everyone's eyes subtly watching us as if waiting for her to explode at me.

I'd been given an ice pack for my bruised hand after my visit to the nurse's office earlier whilst Nate had been treated for his broken nose (the fact that I'd broken it was hilarious to me, since I knew I wasn't even that strong). The principal had a very angry yell at us both in his office, neither of us willing to reveal the premise of our fight, before giving us detention every day after school for two weeks straight as punishment. Of course, Nate got his two weeks at a different time to mine for fear I'd punch him again (he definitely didn't like that, but he couldn't exactly say that to to principal).

I didn't bother using the ice pack in Chemistry for fear Wanda may ask what was up. I successfully managed to hide my hand and as a second surprise of the day, Wanda mentioned nothing about the incident. Not one thing about her boyfriend, about Y/BF/N, about any of it. I thought she might hint at it, trying to get me to bring it up. But she didn't which made me think she actually had no idea it even happened. Had anyone told her? Had he told her? Nah, probably not. His fragile masculinity probably caused him to change the story to something else so he didn't look like a wimp in front of his girlfriend.

Whatever it was, I was safe for now.

Thinking I'd got away with a confrontation from Wanda, I went about the rest of my day as usual. Well, that was until I was replacing some books in my locker at the end of the day and saw Wanda at her locker behind me, arguing with– yep, you guessed it. Nate.

Y/BF/N was collecting some books from his own locker beside me and we both exchanged looks as we saw the two lovebirds in a heated argument. Just when we were about to leave, someone cleared their throat from behind us, making us turn around.

Wanda was stood there, backpack hanging from her shoulder, beside Nate, who looked like he would rather be anywhere else but here.

"Hi," he started quietly, making Wanda clear her throat. He glanced at her before looking to Y/BF/N. "Look, man, I'm really sorry about earlier. I was wrong about what I said. We cool?"

I tried not to laugh at the way Nate was being forced to apologise by his girlfriend. Y/BF/N glanced to me with questioning eyes, so I simply shrugged.

"I guess...," he finally answered Nate, still a little awkward.

Nate nodded before looking to me. He still had his reservations, judging from the twitch in his expression, but for Wanda's sake, he kept his cool.

"I'm sorry for treating you badly," he said reluctantly. "With the football and just generally."

God, it was so hard not to laugh in his face right now. His nose had gauze taped to it and it made him look like an idiot. I fake coughed to disguise my smile, before meeting his gaze.

"It's, er, cool," I said, not in the mood to be an arsehole to him, even though he deserved it. I'd punched him – I think we were equal for now.

He nodded, before staying quiet. Glancing to Wanda, he waited for her to say something. She rolled her eyes and nodded for him to leave. When he was gone, she sighed tiredly.

"I only heard about what happened after Chem class," she said, mainly to me, a guilty expression on her lips. "I'm so sorry he acted like a jerk."

I chewed my lip, unsure what to say.

"It's okay, Y/N here took care of it," Y/BF/N said, smiling with amusement at me. Okay, well now she definitely knew.

"Yeah, sorry you felt you had to do that," she said with a grimace. "I guess he deserved it though."

"Kind of," I agreed, before noticing the regretful frown on her lips. "He apologised though. It's already happened. I kinda broke his nose... No point in dwelling on it."

She smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Yeah..." Her eyes fell to my bruised hand before lifting it gently. I winced at the ache, but let her hold it, studying the purple bruise painted across my knuckles. "That looks bad."

It felt good punching him though, but I wasn't about to say that since it was her boyfriend I was talking about.

"It's alright," I said dismissively, shrugging. "Nate kind of got it worse. I'll live."

The pad of her thumb stroked the bruise gently and I held my breath, the feeling of her hands holding mine sending shivers up my arm. Her eyes flickered to mine, softened with guilt, before she let go of my hand.

"I should head home," she said after a pause. "I'll see you both tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," Y/BF/N said for both of us, sensing my loss of words.

Wanda held my gaze once more, eyes half lidded as they glanced down. Before I could even question what she was looking at, she waved goodbye and left.

"She's either starting to realise what a dick her boyfriend is or she's just really into you," Y/BF/N said, patting me on the back. "Maybe both, who knows?"

—

"You definitely cheated," I told Y/BF/N once we finished yet another round of air hockey. "Nobody wins six times in a row like that!"

He laughed at my expression. "Tell me, dear Y/N. How would I cheat? The concept of the game is simple, really. It's not my fault you're terrible."

I rolled my eyes lightheartedly. "Seventh time's the charm. C'mon."

He chuckled, about to put more money in the machine, before his eyes got distracted by something behind me. "Well, would you look at that. The Maximoff twins are here."

"Very funny," I said with a knowing look. "You can't throw me off like that. We've established I'm already terrible. Now c'mon. Let's go!"

"I wish I was joking," he said, shaking his head.

I scoffed, not believing him, and turned around to prove him wrong, but I was surprised when I saw Wanda and Pietro walking into the arcade we were in. They seemed to spot us instantly, waving in our direction before approaching us.

"Fancy seeing you here," Pietro teased with a smile as they stopped before us.

I cracked a smile as Y/BF/N joined my side. "We're hanging out. And you?"

Wrapping an arm around his sister's shoulder, he tugged Wanda close to him. "Sibling bonding time."

Wanda rolled her eyes at his childishness, but I could tell she found it endearing all the same.

"Well, if you want, you can hang with us," Y/BF/N offered, and we all looked to him, myself raising a brow his way. He seemed to sense my reluctance, it egging him on as he grinned at them. "Y/N doesn't mind. Do you, Y/N?"

I swallowed hard as I looked between the twins. "'Course not."

And that's how I found myself playing arcade games with the Maximoff twins that Saturday afternoon. It was actually pretty fun, with Pietro being as competitive as I was and Wanda being the sweetest loser with everything she played. It was so adorable, but I ended up letting her win some games of skee-ball just so I could see that cute nose scrunch of hers as she realised she'd won.

"You gonna let me win like that, too?" Pietro caught on as he took his sister's place in playing against me. He had a mischievous grin on his lips and I felt my mouth go dry at what he was implying.

"You wish," I said, playing it cool, though I wondered if he cared that I clearly let Wanda win. He wouldn't read into it, right?

Pietro took his go as he spoke. "So, I heard what happened with you and Nate at school last week."

I closed my eyes, cringing at the reminder. Pietro merely laughed.

"You kicked him super hard, right?" he asked excitedly. "I heard his face went so red with anger that you could fry an egg on it! And don't forget that punch, goddamn what I would pay to have seen that!"

"Pietro!" Wanda scolded from behind us as her and Y/BF/N played air hockey. "Don't be a tool!"

I felt my face heat up with embarrassment as Pietro continued to laugh. Y/BF/N joined in whilst Wanda tried to hide the smile dancing on her lips.

"You're not even together anymore," Pietro called to Wanda between laughter. Wait, did I hear that right?

"You and Nate broke up?" Y/BF/N asked with disbelief. "Our grade's 'it' couple broke up?"

Wanda ran a hand through her hair to distract from her flittering eyes. "He treated you horribly last week. Both of you." She glanced my way before looking at her shoes. "He was a jerk. It was long overdue... Also, I would have broken up with him there and then had I known what he'd said to you. I'm sorry he said what he did."

She stared at me with apologetic eyes and I wasn't sure what to say or do other than nod awkwardly and look away. The fact that she'd broken up with him put a smile on my face though.

"I just think it's awesome," Pietro admitted, before saluting playfully to me. "Thank you for your service. I knew you were awesome, but this is a whole new level."

I sighed, attempting to hide my smile, before straightening up to play. Pietro and I played some skee-ball before I decided to have a go at the claw machine. Wanda was at the one beside me, attempting to win herself a fluffy black cat plush toy. She'd had three goes before giving up, admitting to defeat.

"Typical Wanda," Pietro teased. "Giving up when the going gets tough."

She punched him in the arm, making him jump and rub it. That elicited a smile from her, making me laugh at their immaturity.

"How about Wanda and I go and get a table in the diner next door whilst you finish up winning whatever it is you're trying to win?" Y/BF/N asked, looking to me, as if assigning blame.

"I already told you, I'm not leaving this machine until I win at least one thing," I stated stubbornly.

"The amount of money you've put into the machine won't make up for whatever you win," Y/BF/N teased with amusement.

"Just go," I said, waving my hand dismissively. "I'll be there soon."

"I'll wait with her," Pietro said, resting a hand on my shoulder, making me shrug him off jokingly. "See you soon," he added with a laugh, to his sister and Y/BF/N.

When they left, I looked to Pietro with an amused smile. "I don't need you to look after me, y'know."

He shrugged and looked through the glass of the claw machine. "I know. But I stayed to give you some advice, princess."

"Oh, really? And what advice is that?" I asked, before putting some coins in the machine to have another go.

"People usually tend to win these things for people they like, right?" he asked, nodding to the plush toys in the machine.

"Or for themselves," I corrected with a curious smile. "Take Wanda for example. How badly did she want that cat?"

He crossed his arms, smiling with amusement. "You could win it for her, y'know."

"What?" I asked, half paying attention as I attempted to grab a teddy bear.

"Win the cat for my sister and give it to her?"

I ended up dropping the teddy from the claw as I looked to Pietro with shock. He laughed at my expression, leaning against the machine.

"You do like her, right? Otherwise this is awkward," he added as an afterthought, looking down and smiling to himself.

My jaw hung open. "I– er– I never really– I don't–"

"She must definitely like you," Pietro noted, glancing at me.

I licked my lips as I found my words. "Did she," I cleared my throat, "did she say something?"

"Well, no," he said, "but she looks like she wants to murder me every time I hang out with you."

"That's just a coincidence," I said, shaking my head and looking back to the machine. "She's not–" I thought about, before shaking my head again. "No."

I appreciated Pietro's help, but Wanda definitely didn't like me like that. She was just protective of her brother and friendly to me. It didn't mean anything.

"Look, you don't have to listen to me," he said, straightening up and looking at the machine as I slotted another coin in. "But you could give it a shot. See what happens."

I glanced at him, his blue eyes watching me knowingly, a matching smirk on his lips.

"Fine," I gave in, hoping it wouldn't backfire. "Let's see what happens..."

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[just-jordie-things]

65. For the kiss prompt for a zuko x reader

prompt 65: one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, and then devouring each other ___

“You’re really stupid sometimes, you know that?” You murmur, even though you want to scream in his face.

It’s not like you to lose your temper, especially on Zuko- although he truly did deserve it sometimes- but you were blinded by your own fears as you scurried about the apartment.

He’d come home very late, only to find you waiting up for him, your arms crossed and your gaze piercing as he crept in through the door.  He’d been caught red handed, the mask still on his head, but he had instantly thought that running away would be his only option.

Of course, as soon as he’d stepped into the light and you’d seen how bloodied and bruised he was, your anger dissipated and your anxiety took over.

Now he was sat on the couch, watching you rush on the tips of your toes as not to wake his resting Uncle, and gathering the supplies you’d need to bandage him up.

“I mean, how foolish must you be?” You asked him in passing.

You’d been pacing for some time now, muttering to him every time you walked by.

“What would you have done, spirits forbid, if someone had recognized you? Hm?”

Finally you sat down, forcefully, and although he was staring at you intently, you couldn’t meet his eyes.

You used a dropper to apply a little bit of rubbing alcohol onto a cotton cloth, and shook your head.

“What was I supposed to have done then?” You grumbled.  “If someone recognized you, then you would have been captured.  Yo would have been taken away from me- and then- and then...” 

You trailed off, your brows furrowed and your eyes focused solely on the cloth in your hands, before you reached up to his face and gently began to wipe away the blood.  

“This may sting” You whisper, your voice softer than it had been moments ago, and when he winced at the small sting of the alcohol against an open wound, you winced too.  He noticed.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbles, and for a brief moment, your eyes meet, but you just as quickly go back to tending to his cuts.  “But I didn’t get caught, just roughed up a little, it was a pretty even fight” 

Your hand dropped from his face, and your brows furrowed again as you finally looked him in the eyes.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You hiss, and smack his arm with the cloth before dropping it back into your little medical kit.

“Um, yeah?”

“Zuko, you idiot,” You seethe.  “You came home hurt, very hurt-”

“It’s fine, it’s just some blood and bruises, it’s really nothing to get worked up about” 

You gape at him for a moment, and he’s confused as to why you were so upset with him.

But your eyes are glossy and he knows he’s hurt you, he just doesn’t know how, or how to make it better.

“You don’t get it, at all,” You whisper, your voice cracking from the tears that you were trying to hold back.

You get a fresh cloth so that you can wipe the blood off his face, your fingers nothing but gentle as you maneuver around the sensitive skin.

“You never have” You murmur, more to yourself than him, and his heart sinks.

“(y/n),” Zuko says, and reaches to take your hand away from his face, and bringing your attention back to him.  “I really am sorry, I should have told you that I-”

“That’s you're the Blue Spirit? Or that you’re an idiot?”

He makes a face at her sarcasm, one that normally would have made her laugh, but she doesn’t.

“I’ve known you a long time, Zuko,” You sigh.  “I think I’ve even known you longer than anyone else, I’ve definitely been with you longer than anyone.  But I’ve known you for long enough to know that I- I can’t bear to see you hurt, I- I physically can not take it” 

Now it’s Zuko’s turn to cinch his brows as he regards you with concern, he’s still a little confused, but he’s starting to understand.

You care about him, a lot, it seems.  Maybe even as more than a friend.

“I’m sorry,” He says again, clearly this time.  “I should have told you” 

“No, what you should have done is nothing,” You whimper, your tears starting to fall and you turn your head so you can wipe them away with some of your dignity left intact.  “You should have just stayed home, where you were safe, and not be so- so stupid!” 

He shushes you as you raise your voice, hands reaching out for yours, and turning you back towards him.

“I know, I know,” He murmurs, grasping your hands tightly.  “You’re right, you’re always right” 

This earns him a small scoff from you, but it’s accompanied by a faint smile, and it lifts his heart a little.

Tentatively, he reaches one hand up to your face, smoothing over your neck, his thumb resting against your jaw as he gazes fondly at you.

The tears on your cheeks kept falling, although he made an effort to wipe them away, even if he had to do it one at a time.

“We’ve come a long way,” You tell him, your voice shaky, and your eyes falling shut, both to stop your crying and so you didn’t have to look at him.  “And I don’t want that to be for nothing,” 

A little smile tugs at the corners of his lips, it’s a smile that’s reserved only for you, because you’re the only one who can make his heart leap and express himself before he can stop himself like that.

“And if you die doing something stupid-”

“You’re overthinking, I was never going to die,” Zuko chuckled, cupping her face in both of his hands.  “And you’ve done stupid stuff too, you know” 

“Well that’s different-”

“How?”

“Because I care about you, Prince Zuko,” You huff, your eyes opening to meet his.

The moment is charged, and suddenly, you’re all too aware of how close you are, and how warm his hands feel against your skin.  You start to feel yourself pressing your face further into the palm of his hand.

“Unfortunately” You finish in a murmur, and his small smile grows a little wider.

“How very unfortunate, Lady (y/n)” He replies.

You let out a short, breathless laugh, your cheeks turning pink from the title you so hated to be called by anyone but him.

But oh, how lovely it sounded coming from him.

As your eyes flicker over his features, Zuko comes to the realization that he can’t think of anything except kissing you right now, and how inviting and perfectly kissable your lips look right now.

And so in a moment of weakness- or strength?- he leaned in and kissed you. It was nothing more than a peck, over so fast that when he pulled away, you almost didn’t believe that he’d done it.

You blinked, your eyes wide as saucers as you stared at him disbelief.

For a brief moment, he thought he’d just made a huge mistake, but then you broke into a grin and you leaned right back in.

He met you halfway, his hands secure around your jaw as he guided your lips right back into his, your own hands landing on his chest haphazardly as you kissed him fervently.

His lip was split, but you paid it no mind, and apparently neither did he as he kissed you even harder, like he was trying desperately to convey every last emotion he felt for you right now.

Your hands reached out for his shoulders, steadying yourself, before deciding to shove them into his hair, your own movements desperate as well as you grounded yourself to him.

His tongue was swiping over your lips as soon as they parted, and you all but threw yourself into his lap, intoxicated too much from the electrical charge between you to care about anything but the boy before you.

“Don’t ever do something that reckless again,” You panted as his lips left yours to trail along your jaw, down your neck, and onto your shoulder.  “I’ll kill you myself if you do” You finished, still trying to catch your breath, but it was virtually impossible with the warm feeling of his mouth on your skin.

He pushed the sleeve of your shirt down to expose more skin and give your shoulder more attention.

“I believe you” He chuckled, and left one last lingering kiss to your skin before tilting his head back to look up at you.

Your hands slid around his neck, resting gently there, before you leaned in and captured his lips in a significantly softer but long kiss.  You held it until you couldn’t possibly hold your breath any longer, and you didn’t dare pull away further than necessary to speak.

“You’re so stupid, my prince” You murmur affectionately, every word dripping with love and adoration, and he knew it.

His hands grip at your waist, pulling your hips against his and all but slamming your chest against his.  A soft gasp escapes you from the sudden action, but he can feel your smile ghosting over his lips, and your own hands tighten in the slightest around his neck, getting a proper hold of him.

He has a dopey sort of smile on his face, in fact, he looks drunk as he gazes at you, but you drink it up, and feel warm under his stare.

You can’t help but lean in and kiss him passionately, and suddenly you’re both all hands and tongues again as you collapse against the sofa, trying hopelessly to get enough of each other. ___

reblog if you want to choke (and/or be choked by) zuko :) xoxo ~ jordie

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[writemywaytoyourheart]

BTS Reaction: They Let You Do Their Makeup/Hair Maknae Line

a/n: I thought of this one night before falling asleep and I thought it was cute and funny so here ya go :) Hyung line is up already! finally T-T

requested: nar

genre: crack and fluff

warnings: language

Maknae Line Hyung Line

enjoy plssss

PARK JIMIN:

"Whatcha watching, y/n?"

You jump a little at the unexpected sound of your boyfriend's voice. Jimin is leaning over you and looking at the video on your phone. Recently, you've been obsessed with lip art videos on Instagram. For the past week, you've binge watched probably over a hundred videos by now.

"I'm watching lip art compilations." You state simply before turning back to see the girl finish off the Minnie Mouse head she made on her lips with some black sparkles. Jimin moves around the couch to sit next to you, situating himself on his back with his head in your lap. You smile at him briefly before looking back at your phone. Jimin pouts cutely, then he reaches up and boops your nose gently.

You laugh and set your phone down, "You need some attention, baby?" He nods and continues to pout. You run your fingers through his hair, smiling when you hear him let out a relaxed sigh. You're watching his face, his cute lips puckered as he sighs happily. That's when an idea pops into your head. 

"Hey, Jimin?"

"Mm?"

Might as well just go for it.

"Can I do lip art on you?"

"What?" Jimin sits up and laughs at your puppy dog eyes. You bat your eyelashes and push your bottom lip out in a pleading pout. Jimin just giggles and pinches your cheeks.

"You're so cute. Why do you want to do it on me, though?"

"Because I really wanna try it and you have the perfect lip shape to try it on! Please, baby? Please?"

Well, never let it be said that Jimin could ever resist your puppy dog eyes.

~

You have Jimin sitting obediently on the couch as you dig through your makeup bag. After a minute you triumphantly pull out a golden tube of lipstick.

"Found it!"

"What color are you gonna do, jagi?" Jimin inquires, trying to get a look at the lipstick. You open the lid and peer into it with a smile. Then you close it up quickly before he can see it.

"You'll find out when I'm done." You say cheekily.

Jimin just nods in agreement and gets comfortable, closing his eyes after you ask him to so he doesn't see the colors. You take a different lipstick out of the make-up bag and apply it to his bottom lip. It's a soft gray color, and you smile at how good it actually looks on him. You're going to have to go pretty simple because you don't have a lot of different colors, but you did manage to find a good one. You take the golden tube from before and open it, rolling out the medium purple color. You put it on his top lip and step back to assess the situation.

It actually looks surprisingly good just like this, but you have a special thing in mind. You grab your purple lip liner from your bag and start to draw little roses on his bottom lip. The gray background with the purple roses is really pretty on his plump lips, so you try not to jump up and down with excitement when you're finished. When you turn back to your bag to get something else, Jimin speaks up.

"How's it look, baby?"

You grab the little container you were looking for and turn back to him, smiling widely.

"It looks so good! I just want to put the last finishing touches on it." Jimin nods with his eyes still closed and you fight the urge to kiss him on the nose, because it just looks so dang kissable.

You put a clear gloss on his top lip that's covered in purple, then open the little container of purple sparkles you've had in your bag since Halloween last year. You gently dab it all over his top lip, then step back and take it all in.

"Ok, open your eyes!"

Jimin blinks his eyes a few times after opening them, then he focuses on you. He pouts his lips, then smiles, doing different things with his mouth to show it off.

"How is it? Am I beautiful?" He bats his eyelashes and you cackle, smacking him on the shoulder.

"It looks gorgeous on you, you idiot." You cross your arms, extremely proud of your work. Jimin stands up and gives you a hug, "Am I allowed to see it now?" You nod and lead him to the bathroom. The second he sees himself in the mirror he starts giggling.

"Oh wow! It actually looks incredible, jagiya!!"

You smile and clap your hands, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him tightly.

"Thank you for letting me do it on you."

"Of course baby, I love to see you doing the things you enjoy. Thank you for making my lips into a work of art!" He giggles again and nuzzles his nose into your hair.

You two end up doing a purple color schemed photoshoot. You do his eyes with a similar purple shadow to complete the look. Jimin, of course, looks absolutely breathtaking in all the pictures you take. He makes you promise that next time he gets to do a photoshoot for you of his choosing.

KIM TAEHYUNG:

You growl in frustration and slam the eyeliner pencil you have in your hand onto the vanity.

"How annoying!" You grumble and lean forward to get a closer look in the mirror. You've been wanting to try a new look on your eyes, something cool, creative. But it keeps turning out stupid. When you see the smudged shapes on your eyelid, you pout and sit back on your chair, folding your arms and glaring at the reflection in the mirror.

"Why do I suck at everything?"

"Hey! Who's saying my baby sucks?" You start when you hear the voice of your husband from behind you. You turn and see Taehyung standing there smiling, a big black bag over one of his shoulders.

"Tae!" You jump out of the chair and run into his arms, loving the way they engulf you when he wraps around you. "Hello, babygirl." Tae kisses the top of your head and smiles into your hair.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?" He asks as he pulls away to look at your face. That's when you remember your failed attempt on your eye and you quickly cover it with your hand.

"Oh...I uh, I was trying a new look and I messed it up." You pout, hand still covering your eye. Taehyung just giggles and moves your hand away to take a look at it. "What were you trying to make?" He asks kindly. You just frown and cover it up again, "I don't want to tell you. It'll look even worse if I do."

"Oh, baby." Tae kisses your cheek sweetly, then your forehead. "I know you can get it, you just need more practice. I believe in you." His beautiful smile makes your heart melt, so you nod and go back to your vanity to try again.

~

"I give up!" You grab a make-up wipe and angrily wipe at the mess of your eye. Then you toss the wipe to the trash, watching in mounting irritation as it flutters down and misses the trashcan all together.

"Argggh!" You get up and grab the wipe, throwing it into the trash and glaring at it.

"What's up, love?" You turn at Tae's question, seeing him drying his hair with a towel, another wrapped around his waist.

"I can't do it. I'm giving up. It's too hard to do it on myself."

Your husband looks thoughtful for a minute, then he looks back at you and asks, "Well, can you try it on me? Maybe doing it on another person would be easier?" You brighten instantly at his offer, "You wouldn't mind?" You ask hesitantly.

"Of course not! Hey, I'm excited!" Taehyung drops his hair towel on the bed and walks over to sit in the chair you previously occupied.

"W-Well you gotta get dressed first..." You see him smirk at you in the mirror from your statement.

"Why? You're my wife. You've already-"

"Taehyung! Stop that. Go get dressed! I don't want to get make-up on the towel." He chuckles at your flustered face, then gets up and kisses your cheek before walking to the closet to change.

~

When your husband is finally decent, you sit him in the chair and get straight to work. Taehyung just watches you, smiling at you like you're the only thing in the world. You get flustered a few times from his stares but manage to finish it, stepping back and beaming with pride at how beautiful it is.

"Better?" Tae asks softly and you nod.

"A lot better." You grin and clap your hands, then another idea pops into your head. "Tae? Can I do your hair too?"

Taehyung looks surprised for a split second, then a wide smile breaks out on his face and he nods.

"Please do!"

You run to grab your hair stuff, then rush back and turn him away from the mirror even more. He hasn't seen his reflection yet, and you want it all to be a surprise. Then you start on his hair, brushing and sighing happily at how long it's gotten recently. It gives you more to work with. While you're concentrated on his hair, you don't notice that you're tugging a little too hard and pulling his hair painfully. But Tae just keeps a smile on his face, completely unbothered as you work. As long as you're happy, he's happy. When you're finally done, you step back once again to take it all in. Tae smiles brightly at the grin on your face.

"May I see it now?" He asks excitedly. You nod and he immediately turns to the mirror, his eyes widening when he sees your work. His eyelids are covered in purple, pink and blue hues. Sparkles all over his lids and sprinkling down his cheeks. His right eyelid has an intricate mermaid tail wrapping around it, the scales very detailed and realistic. Then there's his hair; mini french braids lining the sides and making him look like a prince.

A merman prince to be exact.

"Y/n! It's amazing!" Taehyung exclaims breathlessly, looking up at you, his eyes shining with adoration. Your cheeks burn and you duck your head.

"I'm glad you like it." You mumble shyly, a squeak leaving your mouth when he pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a giant hug. "You're amazing."

You smile into his neck, hugging him tighter and letting yourself be happy about your work. Taehyung takes a few pictures and posted them on Twitter, much to your embarrassment. But he assures you that everyone will love it.

A flooding of likes and supportive comments a few moments later proves him right.

JEON JUNGKOOK:

"Jungkook? I'm bored."

Your boyfriend pauses his game to turn and look at you, who is currently sprawled out like a starfish on the couch. The book you were reading is lying open on your chest. He chuckles at the image and smacks your thigh playfully, making you whine and kick at him. He dodges your attack easily, then sets his controller down and lies on his tummy next to you, propping his chin up with his fists.

"What do you wanna do?"

"Anything but watch you play your boring games." You smile cheekily at him, squealing and pulling your leg away, smacking his hand when he tries to swat you again. "I'm kidding!" You giggle and he eyes you doubtfully. You stick your tongue out at him and squeal again when he makes to grab your tongue.

"Jungkook, ew!"

He just chuckles and flops onto his stomach, flinging one of his arms over your tummy and stuffing his face into the couch. "Ok, so besides insulting me and my awesome games, what do you wanna do?" You hear his voice mumble into the cushions, then see his soft hair and can't help but card your fingers through it. You run your fingers through his hair for a couple seconds, then Jungkook makes a confused sound when you suddenly stop playing with his brown locks.

"Hey, that felt good." He whines sadly at your hesitation and you tap him on the head gently to get his attention, "I thought of something we can do!"

Jungkook shakes his head, fluffing his hair up, "Is it better than getting a head massage? Because I was doing just fine a minute ago, not gonna lie." He peeks up at you sleepily. You giggle at his lazy expression. The fact that you playing with his hair can make him fall asleep in .2 seconds never fails to amuse you. But, you have other plans for you two right now.

"Trust me, it'll be fun."

Jungkook closes his eyes again, then opens them a second later.

"Ok, what is it?"

-

Five minutes later; you and Jungkook are in your bedroom. Jungkook is sitting on your bed with one of your pink bow headbands keeping his hair back as you paint a weird, wet, black substance onto his face. He crinkles his nose at the strange feeling and you bop him on the head gently.

"What was that for?"

He pouts up at you, only half his face covered. If you're being honest, he looks really freaking cute right now. You pat his shoulder consolingly, "Sorry, I just need you to stop moving. You'll make it crack!" His pout deepens but he stops moving nonetheless. You finish painting the face mask onto him, then you move to the bathroom for a mirror to do your own. It's cold and wet, but you hurry up and finish it anyway. When you're finished you turn to see Jungkook fanning his face, watching you. You giggle and his face twitches as he tries to fight back a smile, not wanting to ruin the face mask.

"So, what kind of mask is this again?" He talks a little slurred with the way he barely opens his mouth to speak. You come out of the bathroom and sit next to him on your bed, "It says, 'deep pore cleansing face mask' on the package."

Jungkook makes a sound of approval and you smile at him, your mask still wet enough to do so.

"How long do we wait?" He slurs again and you chuckle, starting to fan your own face. You grab the package and look at the instructions then read aloud, "Let face mask dry for fifteen to twenty minutes, until it is slightly sticky to the touch." You make a face at the wording, but shrug and grab your phone to set a timer.

-

"Ok! I think mine is ready to wash off!" Jungkook jumps up from where you two have been lying on your backs on your bed, staring at the ceiling and chatting. You look at your phone and see five minutes left on the timer. "Since I did yours first, I think you're right. But, you don't wash it off, silly." You sit up now and see his look of confusion as he sits down on your pink comforter again.

"What do I do then?"

"You peel it off."

"Oh." Jungkook touches the black mask uncertainly, then he scratches at the end on his chin a little bit, to lift it up. He winces when it pulls, his eyes widening and looking back at you.

"It kinda hurts though..."

You nod, "Well yeah, it's ripping all the gunk out of your-"

Jungkook holds up a hand to make you be quiet, "Hush, don't. Do not finish that sentence. No need to be so graphic." You nod again and he winces for the second time when he tries to pull it once more.

"Ok freaking ow...I hate this."

"Do you want me to do it?" You offer hesitantly. You're trying your very best not to burst out laughing at the panicked expression on his face.

"Is that a joke? Don't you dare touch me." He flinches away when you scoot closer to him. You bite back a snort and he glares at you, "I'll do it myself. You worry about your own face, Y/n."

You stop advancing on him, settling down next to him and picking at your own mask. You flinch at the sharp pain when you pull it off a little patch of skin. "Ow! Oh ouch, you weren't kidding." Tears already spring to your eyes and you blink rapidly. Jungkook chuckles darkly at you, satisfied that you understand his pain. The pain you doomed him to.

"This is all your fault, you know."

You nod tearfully, tugging at the piece you've been able to get off part of your cheek. "Yeah I know, but you're just a weak baby. I'm totally fine."

You hear Jungkook scoff, then it's totally silent while the pair of you cautiously peel the masks off. After a minute, you jump when Jungkook hollers angrily.

"ouCH! MOTHERFU-"

"Jungkook!!"

"It hurts! Shi-"

Your laughs drown out his string of angry expletives. Jungkook looks up sharply, his eyes piercing daggers into yours. But, the black face mask covering his whole face apart from a little bit of his chin, that he's managed to pull off and the pink headband with a cute bow makes you go into another fit of giggles not being able to take him seriously.

"I'm gonna kill you. I really am."

You put a hand up to your mouth, trying to stop laughing. The mask covering your face pulls tightly whenever you smile, as you try to stop it from peeling.

"Mark my words, Y/n."

You choke back another snort and try to make your eyes look as puppy-like and innocent as you can, "Sorry, baby."

His gaze softens and he grasps your hand to plant a quick kiss on it, "I'm not mad. At least we're in this together." You nod and continue to cringe as you take turns gasping lightly and spitting out a curse every now and then.

You look over at Jungkook after a while and see his eyes watering and a crazy look in his eyes as he peels the mask slowly.

"Ok. Ok, ok ok wait. This isn't working." Jungkook takes a deep shuddering breath and you halt in your painful journey, looking over at him.

"Would it be better to rip it off like a band-aid?" He asks uncertainly, "because this slow pain is torture, I can't handle it."

You shrug, "I don't know, I'm kind of scared. You try it first." Jungkook nods and immediately grabs a flap of the mask; he's gotten it almost half way off his cheeks so far with the whole top of his face and his nose still covered. He closes his eyes and breathes out quickly, then says in a rush.

"Ok, ONETWOTHREEGO!"

You flinch as he goes to rip it. But, then he doesn't. You smile at him sadly, seeing him go through some kind of attempt to calm himself by inhaling deeply through his nose.

"Ok. Y/n, you're gonna have to count down for me. Frick my life."

"Alright. You ready?"

Jungkook gives a tiny nod, taking the little flap of mask and closing his eyes.

"One...Two...Three!"

Riiiiiiip

You visibly cringe at the audible sound of the mask separating from his cheek.

"AH, motherfu- this is a nightmare!"

Jungkook throws himself backwards onto your bed, grabbing one of your stuffed animals and putting it over his face to cover the tears that are threatening to spill. You feel really guilty about getting him into this, as funny as he's being, so you crawl over and cuddle into his side, " 'M sorry, gukkie."

You hear a small whine leave his lips and you sit up, Jungkook soon following as he drops the stuffie onto the bed again. It's silent for a minute as you watch him quietly. Jungkook is just staring blankly ahead, then he speaks up, breaking the silence.

"I think we'll just have to live like this forever. At least you'll love me even with a mask on half my face as we turn old and gray. Right?" He looks into your eyes dramatically as he speaks in such a forlorn tone.

"Kook, you're so dramatic." You roll your eyes in amusement and go back to peeling at the mask.

"Ah, my nose is next. I'm scared." He whimpers and stomps his foot. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...

Then Jungkook takes a loooong deep breath next to you and you hear it. The tiniest little sound.

...rip

"FUCKITY FUCKIN FUCK!"

oops.

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a/n: :’) here at last :’)

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Bound

Dafni x Astartion || Rating: E (very spicy: See Ao3 tags for a run down ) || Ao3 || Sunshine & Starlight: My on going bg3 series  

Notes: Sub & dom Astarion all in one fic? Maybe so. Shadowheart's off-handed line about the PC tying her up if she started to turn inspired this filth (I'm sure she'd be loathed to know that). I'm also a fan of the sexy misuse of spells and hadn't written femme dom in a while. It was a perfect storm. Evlish Translations: Qu tel sy- Bindings of the wilds

Astarion watched Dafni’s dainty fingers casually trace an arcane pattern in the empty space before her. 

“Qu tel sy” Her voice wavered a bit in its attempt at sounding commanding. 

Cute.

Tendrils of jasmine vine sprung from the earth below him winding up his biceps binding him at the wrist. He’d heard her make a sharp quip about tying Shadowheart up that afternoon. The comment had worked his way into his mind. He was normally much more interested in taking the lead but the idea of playful, defiant Dafni taking control was rather enticing. A fantasy worth indulging in at least once. 

“Comfy?” She asked, her head tilting to one side. 

“Very.” 

With a nod, she began to leisurely undress herself. His hungry gaze followed her dainty fingers as they came to the tan leather straps that kept her breastplate fastened. She took her time with each buckle admiring the tiny floral etchings as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world. Slowly she shrugged herself free. Carefully laying it down beside her long sword and bow. Next, she set herself to the thin metal plates that protected her knees, removing them and adding them to the neat pile. 

“You are taking forever, Daffodil.” He complained.

“I could go slower?” She retorted leaning over as she slid her hands down her thigh to her cave. 

“No. No, take your time I’ll just be making a mental note of what a terrible pricktease you are being.”

Dafni rolled her eyes, tugging off her boots. Her fingers toyed with the laces of her breaches before moving to the pearl buttons at the wrist of her tapered bell sleeve. 

“I’ve been thinking about something you said the other day.” She mused, halting her undressing once more, “Can you really not see your own reflection?” Astarion let out a frustrated breath. He should have expected her to drag it out. The little puck! Really he’d walked right into this. He tried to pull his hands free of their bindings so he could have her and be done with this gods’ damned teasing but she only waved her hand casually, causing the vines to pull him firmly to the ground. “My, my someone is impatient! I believe I asked a question?” 

“I really can’t.” 

“So, you don’t know what you look like?” She inquired. 

“I’m sure right now I look rather annoyed.” He quipped back.

“I’m being serious.” 

Oh no. 

Not the pout! 

Her lower lip jut out ever so slightly. Her eyebrows began to stitch and his heart threatened to melt into a puddle. He was certain she knew he’d cave if she gave him that look. He had been able to resist when they’d first met but lately that quivering lip was a sure-fire path to getting her way.

“Ugh- Alright! I'll indulge you! Little brat...” He said with a stroppy huff, “I have a general idea of how I looked before. Lacking any evidence to the contrary, I just assume I look amazing.” 

“Dear me!” She tuted with a chime of silver-toned laughter, “So cocksure. You satisfied my curiosity-” A coy smile flashed across her face, “For now anyway. I think that deserves a reward.”

She brought her hands behind her neck unbuttoning collar, tugging her blouse over the top of her head. Astarion gave a weak attempt at silencing a low snicker as the fabric got caught on the long line of her ears in her haste. An adorable pink bloomed across the apples of her rounded cheeks. Her fingers returned to the satin ribbon at the front of her pants once more, shimmying her wide, seductive hips as she slipped them off. 

His breath caught in his chest as he drank her in. She was eternal in the warm candlelight. A goddess all his own. Plump curves. Full breasts. Her loose curls cascading down her back like a river of rose petals. Freckles like flecks of gold covering her soft, kissable skin. She looked like a dream, dressed in nothing but her smalls and the crescent pendant that hung from her neck. The cool evening air danced across her bare sink prompting a tiny shiver from Dafni. Her nipples hardened as goosebumps broke out across her exposed skin. 

“You are outstandingly beautiful, to confirm your suspicions.” She hummed straddling his hips. He could feel her warm core against his length through the thin fabric of her panties. He pressed himself against her, rocking slowly against her cotton clad folds. She gave a delighted squeak, wiggling against the solid pressure of his erection. “ I wish I could draw so you could see for yourself. Unfortunately, I’m hopeless with bush and canvas. I am quite good with gab, however. I could paint you a picture with words instead? Would you like that?”  

He’d be lying if he claimed to have never been curious about his own appearance. He had a few memories of his mortal countenance. But like the majority of his past time and torment had left them hazy and abstract. He’d definitely had a little more color in life. He could recall being fair but not quite so cadaverously pale. His eyes would have been the most severe change, save the fangs. He’d seen the same haunting scarlet in the irises of every vampiric creature he’d met. He flitted through his thoughts trying to recall their previous color. Knowing Dafni she’d eventually ask him, if not now later on one of her whimsical larks. He was somewhat sure they had been green? Her offer seemed more and more appealing as his mind shifted through faint, crumbing memories. It would be fascinating to hear what parts of him she’d taken particular notice of. Moreover, Dafni had the remarkable ability to see the absolute best in everything. His appearance would likely be much the same and what man wouldn’t want the object of his desire to spoil him with compliments? 

“Go on.” He affirmed with another eager roll of his hips against the growing wetness between her legs.

“Very well. You have a strong, angular jaw and perfect cheekbones. You have a little birthmark riiiiiight- Here!” Dafni explained, noting the spot on his cheek with a peck, “You have the most heartbreakingly handsome grin I’ve ever seen. Your nose is very straight. I can tell you weren’t in many bar fights!” She giggled, tapping the tip of his nose with her index finger. Astarion scrunched his nose in response prompting another musical laugh from Dafni. Followed by a long, slow kiss to his lips. He slid the edge of his tongue along the seam of her lips. A dissatisfied curse escaped him as she pulled back. Dafni only continued to beam with bemusement at his wanting.  She brought a hand to a stray lock of hair that had fallen into his face. She wound the curl around her fingertip before sliding her fingers through his hair. Tugging softly at the root as she pushed it back. “Your hair is the color of moonlight. Your eyes are my favorite, though. So striking… The color of fine claret. Expressive too! If I want to know your mood I can always see it in your eyes. Or by the tips of your ears. They go pink when you are flustered. It’s faint but I’ve spent enough time admiring you to notice.” She nibbled his ear to emphasize her point, drawing a quiet whimper from Astarion. She kissed her way back down his body pausing on the hollow of his neck and collar bones. “You’ve always reminded me of the statues of the first elves we had in Peleira. Awe-inspiring figures cut from marble and alabaster. Trim and regal just like you.” She slid off his hips, kidding each rib on the right side of his body before settling between his thighs. Her soft hand wrapping around his member. A needy growl fell from his lips as she began her lazy pumping. She let out a playful chime of laughter before running her tongue along the underside of his shaft. “And of course your cock is absolutely glorious! So long with a slight curve that hits all my secret places. While I’m not the inexperienced maiden you hilariously mistook me for but, you do make me feel as if I were. You make sex feel new and exciting, Astarion. You make my life exciting all around. Normally my fancies come and go with haste, but I can’t imagine myself ever growing bored with you. I’ve never had a lover hold my attention as you do.”

Her adoring plaudits were overwhelming. Each comment was painfully sincere. Her free hand drifted between her own legs. The licentious mewls she made as her fingers toyed with herself made him even harder. His mind was swimming with desire. He wanted nothing more than to plunge into her snug, wet sheath. She must have seen the hunger in his expression. His body went taut as he felt her soft lips around him. Gods he wanted to touch her! To sink his fingers into her soft curls while she worshiped his cock. His hips bucked against her mouth as instinct took over. The sweet vibration of her giggle sending a shiver down his spine. He almost didn’t notice the feeling of more plant life ensnaring him, ankle to the shin. He could feel himself swiftly approaching the brink as she teases his tip.

“Daffodil…” His voice came out in a strained whisper, “You’ll need to stop soon. I’d still like to have you in other ways.” With a hum of understanding, she removed him from her mouth with a soft pop. Her thumbs hooked the edges of her underwear removing it in one quick movement. His wrist strained against his bindings as he attempted to reach for her hips. “Wait a moment. I want to taste you first.”

“You want me to unbind you?” She asked.

“I didn’t say that.” He chuckled a playful half-smile on his lips.

“Oh.”

Dafni’s belly flipped when she heard his request. The embers of confidence smothered by her own insecurities. She’d had her fair share of lovers between her thighs but she’d never like...That. Astarion was so lithe. She didn’t want to smother him! 

“You can say no, darling.” He reassured, “However if you are worried about hurting me, don’t be.”

Nibbling her lower lip as a hot flush broke out across her naked body. “How did you know?” 

“You have the same needlessly embarrassed look on your face as you did when I picked you up in the forest.” He sighed, continuing, “It's fairly common anxiety as well. I promise I’ll be perfectly fine. Besides if you accidentally suffocate me you’ll have to go fetch an emergency revivify scroll from Shadowheart and the thought of her reaction when you told her how I died is positively delightful!” 

Dafni tried to hold in her laughter but it came out in a snort, “You are awful! What if she wanted to see your body?”

“Gods, I hope she would! Can you imagine her shock? Finding me all tressed up in jasmine after meeting my untimely end betwixt your gorgeous thighs!” He stated with a mirthful grin, “This all hypothetical of course. I fully expect you’ll be the only one to experience a little death from sitting on my face.”

Dafni felt her nerves steadying with his gentle taunting. She couldn’t decide if she was touched or mortified that he’d taken note of her insecurities. She’d never voiced them but he had been perspective enough to notice the little changes in her demeanor. He had a knack for catching on to the little things other people tried to hide. Part of the ‘wiles’ that had kept him alive for the past few centuries. She supposed his perceptiveness was the flip side of his secretary. Both had been informed by a difficult life.

She brushed her lips against his. Their foreheads pressed against one another. “Alright.”

Dafni steeled herself as she settled her thighs on either side of him. Ever so slowly she lowered herself towards his smirking mouth. 

Oh wow.

All the worry slipped away with the first pass of his cool tongue along her slit. A lewd gasp broke free from her as he sealed his lips over her clit. Sucking and teasing her to delirium. Her hips grew a will of their own rocking forward, chasing the electrifying sensation. Her squirming only seemed to embolden him. His attention shifted to the mouth of her arousal. His tongue eagerly exploring her dripping center. Her confidence returning with each dizzying lick. She thought she’d feel ridiculous perched on top of him. The sight of Astarion happily ravaging her with his mouth left her feeling empowered and needy.

“Gods that’s good!” She whimpered rutting against him, “I-Wow… I kind of want to keep you here a forever.” She tugged at the roots of his soft curls pulling him deeper into her arousal. Promoting a delighted purr from Astarion as he continued to lap away at her quim. “Keep going! I’m so close...Ah! Astarion! Please! More!” A few more skillful sweeps of his tongue and the hot coil of building pleasure snapped loose. She hadn’t meant for the lamentation that followed to come out at such a high volume. She normally tried to be courteous of their friends. It was close quarters and they would likely not enjoy her keening half as much as Astarion did. She bit down her lip quieting another cry as the tempest of exaltation mixed with the sharp sensation of his teeth on her inner thigh. After a few swallows, he brushed his lips over the wound in a chaste kiss. She climbed down from her seat, flopping down on his cool chest. Her breath coming out in ragged heaves. “That was life-changing.”

She glanced up finding him staring with even more hunger than usual. His chin shimmering with slick. Lips stained red by her blood and his eyes alight with impatient longing.

“Years of practice.” He stated with a wicked grin, “Now if you’d be kind enough to free me, Daffodil? If I don’t have my way with you this instant, I might be driven mad.” 

She nodded climbing off his chest to receive one of his daggers from his things. She carefully cut away the blossoms and vines that held him prone. As soon as the blade cleared the twist of greenery, he pounced, laying her out on her stomach.  Dafni let out a peal of amusement, propping herself up slightly on her elbows. Astarion ran his finger along her slit, causing her to shiver. A dark, desirous sound rumbled in his chest as he sunk two fingers into her, “Still a little sensitive, are we? There is still nectar dripping from your flower down the back of your legs. I knew you’d enjoy your little ride. I certainly did. You’re so beautiful when you come undone. Squirming and squealing. Though, I wonder what the others will say now that they’ve heard you screaming my name like a trollop?” He let out a moan as Dafni clenched around his pumping fingers, “Should we see if I can get you to do it again?” 

Dafni cried out as he impaled her with one urgent push. His hips met her’s with a smack before he withdrew almost completely. She whined at the emptiness, relief washing over her as he resheathed himself with another unyielding shove. It seemed being unable to touch her had inspired a carnal frustration he was desperate to satisfy. He gathered her loose hair up in one hand, yanking her back as he continued to pound into her. He hissed as Dafni brought her thighs closer together, savoring the hardness of his length inside her. 

“Tell me again, tart.” He demanded wrenching her back to look at him, “Tell me how I make you feel like a vestal maid with my ‘glorious cock’.” 

“For you, I am reduced to a lusty, untouched damsel.” She confirmed pushing her backside against him.

“Indeed you are.” He released his grip on her curls, bringing his hands to rest on the swell of her hip tugging her even closer.

He growled his approval before sinking his teeth into the warm hollow of her throat. With each sip, she felt his heart fall into step with her own. It was a strange sort of intimacy that felt a bit metaphorical. Cold, wicked, Astarion’s undead heart lurching to life. Beating in perfect time with her own as she coursed through him. Dafni knew it was a silly, romantic notion but that could hardly be helped. Especially when he was ravaging her with such vigor. Her second climax flourished as he pressed himself against her just so. She convulses under him, tears streaming down her cheeks. Astarion tore himself away from her neck, incarnadine eyes burning ravenous with a mix of thirst and fearsome wanton need. 

He shouldn’t have bitten her again. It was a rash, risky choice, especially when he was already frenzied with lust. That first taste from her thigh had been the most exquisite yet. The sweetness of her blood mingling with the earthy tang of her slick had been transcendent. The soft, sunny, joy he’d experienced when feeding on her in the past had been replaced with a blinding exaltation that had nearly finished him off untouched. If the first bite had been transcendent the second had felt like finding himself in Arvandor itself. It took no small amount of will power to chase off his instinct to drink her dry.

As he beheld her writhing, buxom form an admission rushed out of him, “I never want anyone else to touch you again.”

Never?

Oh, gods, that was a fool thing to say! 

“I’m spoiled for all others.” She assured, “No one else could please me as you do.”

Her words ignited something base in him, pushing him to the edge. With a final crude thrust, he found his rapture, flooding her snug, soaking, heat with his release. All the while his thoughts rang loud with one word.

Mine.

 He lingered behind her for a while, his chest heaving and heart racing. He knew he must be a flustered mess and he didn’t really want her to see him like that. He’d already shown her too much. He squeezed his eyes shut. Composing himself before laying out beside Dafni.

 When his eyes fluttered back open he took stock of the scene before him. Dafni’s expression was somewhere between dazed and ecstatic. The wound on her neck was still dripping red. The one on her thigh had closed, turning a deep purple. His seed seeped from her entrance. His chest went tight, his cheeks a deep red. She was well and truly debauched.  

“Daffodil?” He said softly as he placed a tentative hand on her shoulder, “Are you ok, dear?” 

She blinked a few times before nodding, “I’m ok! Just a little woozy and overwhelmed, maybe? Kind of floaty.”

“Completely fair. That was...A lot. I might have gotten a bit carried away. Apologies.” He brushed the loose hair from her shoulder to get a better look at the puncture on her neck, “If you feel faint, you should eat something. Tell me what you’d like and I’ll fetch it from the camp’s stores?”

“Some water would be nice and maybe an orange? I think we have some left from the druids.” Dafni turned to her side, cozying up beside him. She looked up at him through curling pink lashes. Her mossy brown eyes expressing an uncharacteristic shyness. “After I have my snack, could maybe I stay with you again tonight? You can say no! I won’t be offended. I understand that you like your space and I don't want to be clingy! I-I’m just feeling a little vulnerable after all that and I don’t think I could handle a walk of shame right now…” 

It always stung to hear that she expected him to throw her out as soon as the deed was done. He supposed she had every right to after his attempt to leave her alone in the woods that first night. It should have been clear to her he enjoyed her company by now. Hadn’t she noticed all of the parts of himself he’d conceded to her? He’d told her about Cazador- Not everything but more than he thought he’d be willing to share with another person. He let her linger in his personal space and hold his hand almost constantly. He watched out for her when she was too blinded by her own generosity to do it herself. He had even admitted how important her well being had become to his own! And still, she assumed he’d toss her out into the night. 

“Of course you can stay,” He scowled tuting his disapproval as he spoke, “I just assumed you would start staying with me after I invited you to the other night. Apparently, I should have been more clear. Unless I tell you otherwise, you are always welcome to stay with me, Daffodil. So please stop acting as if I’m some cold-hearted dastard? It’s offensive and it bruises my ego.” 

“You mean it?” She chirped a blinding grin across her winsome features, “I can stay here whenever?”

He groaned, “Yes. I know you don’t like trancing alone and I like having you around. It makes sense for us to share quarters. If I need space I’m sure you’ll know. Now I’m going to get your food and water before you swoon from bloodloss or over-excursion.” 

#astarion #dafni of gwynneth #elf writes #elf gets spicy #sunshine & starlight

[recurring-polynya]

Today’s AU suggestion comes from Tumblr user @missdramaqueensworld We had a bit of a back-n-forth, and I hope you don’t mind that I mushed a couple of your suggestions together into a Lighthearted Superheroes AU! Byakuya has always given me Big Bruce Wayne vibes, what with his extensive wealth and his flair for the overdramatic and his propensity for collecting orphans. I think I got the spirit of the thing (and, of course, the opening line!) I hope you like it!! (Note: I didn’t include the original prompt because it was very detailed and I didn’t want to give everything away, but please give credit to @missdramaqueensworld for all the good ideas and me for all the terrible superhero names)

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“Hisana,” Byakuya called, as he contemplated the secret niche that was hidden behind the rear panel of his ancillary special occasion shoe closet. “Where is Senbonzakura?”

“Where’s what?” his beloved wife’s voice rang back.

Byakuya gritted his back teeth. “The mystical sword that has been passed down through twenty-eight generations of my family that allows me to fight crime as the mysterious hero Captain Sakura?”

Hisana leaned up against the doorframe of his closet. “Haven’t seen it. Where’s the non-mystical, yet very expensive tuxedo that allows you to escort me to the charity benefit that I’ve been planning for three months?”

“I am not joking, Hisana, I have a responsibility to the city!”

“That’s right, you do! You’re a charming and handsome philanthropist who is helping his beautiful wife raise piles of money for underprivileged children!”

Byakuya tried to rack his brain. Where could he have left the thing? “You know very well what I mean. The city is under attack by dark forces. Dark forces, Hisana!”

Hisana put her hands on her hips. “Don’t you have sidekicks for this?”

“They do not like being called sidekicks, they are allegedly adults now. Besides, you are the one who told me to stop bothering them so much. They have their own lives now, you said.” Which vehicle had he used last? The Sakura Bike? The Sakura Jet? He didn’t think it was the Sakura Jet-Ski, but honestly, all of last week was just blurring together.

“They can have their own lives on nights when I don’t have a charity benefit,” Hisana hissed.

Wait. He’d had that unfortunately team-up with the Great Desert Brothers (or were they calling themselves Phantom Thief NelDoPe again?) and he’d had to spend a great deal of time cleaning “Infinite Slick” off of Senbonzakura afterwards. The sword was probably on his workbench down in the Sakura Cave. Byakuya turned and attempted to exit his own closet, only to find his way blocked by the one opponent he had never truly bested: his 4’11”, stunningly beautiful and amazingly brilliant wife. “Excuse me,” he said.

“Excuse you?” Hisana asked, her eyes wide with false innocence. “You are not going down to the Sakura Cave.”

“I am going to the Sakura Cave.”

“You’re going down to the Sakura Cave because you’re going to drive us to the charity benefit in the pink Lambo, right?”

Byakuya regarded her. “The Sakuramobile is for official Captain Sakura business only. You are welcome to take the Aventador or the Huracan if you like.”

Hisana threw her hands out at her sides. “Byakuya. Look at me.”

Byakuya looked. Respectfully, of course. His wife was clad in a form-fitting navy blue sheath that flared just below her knees. From the front, the neckline was high and modest, but he knew for a fact that it swept low, exposing nearly the whole of her back. Her hair was swept up into an intricate knot at the nape of her neck. An array of tiny diamond hairpins shone like stars among the night sky of her tresses. Her makeup, as always, was impeccable, from her silvery smokey eye to the kissable red of her lips.

“Imagine!” she wailed. “Me! Walking through those huge doors at the Museum of Contemporary Art. By myself! To my own fundraiser!”

“I can imagine it,” Byakuya agreed. “You will turn every head in the room. That cad, Kuchiki, they will say. The fool. He knows not what he has.”

Hisana narrowed her eyes at him.

“The most beautiful woman in Seireitei City, for once, away from the overprotective glare of her impossibly handsome husband.”

Hisana rolled her eyes.

“You will have the undivided attention of every man in the room and more than a few of the women. They will be elbowing each other out of the way for the merest crumbs of your regard. And you, being you, should no doubt be able to spin these tragic circumstances into a positively dizzying pile of donation checks. That should make the orphans very happy, yes?”

Hisana’s face was screwed up into a lovely scowl, as her desire for his company warred with her love for parting cretinous billionaires from their walking-around money. Byakuya didn’t blame her, of course. She was a very patient and understanding woman to so frequently part from her charming and debonair husband in the best interests of Justice. Nevertheless, the city needed him at this desperate hour.

“And I promise,” Byakuya continued, lowering his eyelids seductively, “that I shall sweep in before the night concludes, to rebuke those fools who would ever doubt my devotion to you.”

The tip of Hisana’s nose twitched. He had her.

“You have to show up at the dedication of the new community center.”

“Of course I would show up--”

“In the costume.”

Byakuya’s jaw tightened. “Hisana.”

“Captain Sakura is the third most popular superhero among children aged 7 to 12.”

“Third! I used to be second!” Byakuya had an angry suspicion whom he had been overtaken by.

“Used to be,” Hisana replied. “Maybe you should think about making more personal appearances. And flex more. I hear that children love flexing.” Dammit, this further confirmed his suspicions.

Byakuya heaved a sigh. “Fine. I will show up and charm the little rapscallions. I will not ‘flex.’ Please, may I go now?”

Hisana gracefully stepped to one side. “Good luck. Stay safe.” She touched his arm gently as he swished past, and went up on her tiptoes to bring her face closer to his. “And check the umbrella stand in the front hall. That’s where your magic sword was last time.”

Captain Sakura alighted on the rooftop of Metropolitan Bank with the grace of a drifting flower petal. A large hole cratered the bitumen and the smell of C-4 hung unpleasantly in the air. Below, police sirens wailed and sirens cast blue and red reflections. Also, there was bickering.

“Are you sure he can breath in there?”

“I am a professional, of course he can breathe! You don’t believe me? I’ll trap you in a block of ice!”

“I never said I didn’t believe you, I just-- hey, look who’s here! Good to see you, Captain!”

Byakuya crossed his arms over his chest. “Yuki-onna. Sakura Boy.”

Yuki-onna, Mistress of the Ice and Snow, groaned. “You know very well he goes by Red Ronin now.”

Sakura Boy looked very much like he was biting his tongue as he tapped his massive whip-sword on his shoulder.

“Who was the perpetrator?” Byakuya asked, squinting inside the block of ice.

“That toothy bastard, Preying Mantis,” Sakura Boy supplied.

“He is one of the Ten Espada, you know, they often travel in--”

“We caught his dweeby sidekick downstairs, the police already have him,” Rukia replied. “We already swept the premises. You really didn’t need to come out.”

“It is bad enough,” Byakuya bit off, “that you two refused to take a honeymoon. You are supposed to be on a… a whatsit…” he waved one hand vaguely. “A stay-cation?”

“Eh, it’s not like we have hobbies,” Renji added, poking the block of ice with his sword.

“And aren’t you supposed to be raising money? For underprivileged children?” Rukia accused.

“I will be making a dramatically late entrance,” Byakuya snapped.

“Well,” Renji frowned philosophically, “as long as you’re here, can you help us figure out how to get this guy down to the ground?”

Children. You could raise them, give them their own utility belt, teach them to drive a jet ski, but they would still ask for your help in moving a seven-foot-tall mantis man trapped in a block of ice.

“Of course,” Byakuya agreed.

#my writing #wacky au requests #can you tell i used to write batfam fanfic? #i used to write batfam fanfic #i had to sit thru a 15-minute rant on how much Mr P hates Lambos for this #this man tried to spell 'murcielago' to me #'it means bat' he said #u will notice that no murcielagos appear in this fic #the huracan is the lambo that tried to kill dr strange

[k-writesthings]

Oh another snk writer! How do you feel about the rare pair Reiner X Mikasa?

Reiner x Mikasa: More Alike Than We Thought

Word Count: 2091

Warnings: !!Manga Spoilers!! Cussing, brief talk of suicidal tendencies

      There were other places Mikasa wanted to be at the moment. She could be talking to Armin about Eren and their plan for when the three of them meet again. She could be making sure Connie was feeling alright, especially because he’d been so angry recently. She could be doing literally anything else. Hell, she’d even go change Captain Levi’s bandages, and he complained so much that she often couldn’t hear herself think. But no, she had to guard the two traitors, Reiner Braun and Annie Leonhart. 

   Reiner, who aided the massacre of Wall Maria, which killed thousands (including the woman who had raised her like a daughter). Annie, who had single-handedly taken out many Scouts with her Female Titan, including almost all of Squad Levi. She hated them, regardless of Armin’s feelings for Annie, regardless of how regretful Reiner was. Their actions were unforgivable, and she intended to make them aware of that at all times. 

   Mikasa groaned in annoyance and leaned back in the uncomfortable wooden chair she was forced to sit on. A pistol was strapped into a holster on her thigh, which she thumbed absentmindedly. Her anger seemed to radiate throughout the small hallway, filling her senses, tainting her vision, and stifling her breath. So much had happened in the weeks previous. There had been death, betrayal, and sadness. But, also the bitter hope that they would catch Eren and put a stop to this genocide. And by “catch”, they (Hange and Levi) likely meant “kill”. And Mikasa didn’t understand her feelings regarding that. All she knew is that she was lonely and angry. And that nothing else mattered besides Eren.

   Nothing else besides guarding these two fuckers, it seemed.

   Mikasa’s eyes lazily crept towards the clock that hung across the hallway. She had to check on the Titan Twins every hour, and unfortunately, the hour had rolled by again. God, when does Jean’s shift start? She thought, standing from her chair and approaching Annie’s door. Just as she raised a fist to knock on the door, a familiar voice piped up behind her. 

   “Ah, Mikasa! Glad I caught you.” Armin said, approaching the slightly taller woman.

   “Armin,” She lowered her hand, already knowing why he was there. “I thought you were watching the kids and Pieck?” 

   “Yes, I was, but Hange came in and wanted to talk to her and Falco about their Titans. She told me I could leave and get some rest.”

   “What about Yelena and the Captain?”

   “Yelena is restrained, and both are asleep.” He paused momentarily. “Well, Captain Levi had to be sedated again, but regardless, he isn’t conscious.”

   Mikasa nodded, stepping away from Annie’s door. “I see. And I assume you came here to see Annie?”

   “I-,” His cheeks were tinged just slightly pink. “Uh, yes. I did. Could I? See her, I mean.”

   “Sure, I don’t see why not. I’m sure she’ll appreciate seeing a friendly face. Ymir knows I wouldn’t be so kind to her.” She smirked slightly, her eyes meeting his. “Nor as intimate.”

   Armin’s face was entirely red now and he swallowed suddenly. “M- Mikasa! I didn’t-, I mean I wouldn’t-.”

   “Armin, relax. I was only teasing.” Mikasa chuckled, walking towards Reiner’s door.

   “Right, of course…” Was all he said as she left him and his flustered-self to deal with his obvious feelings.

   Mikasa shook her head and knocked on Reiner’s door, in a much better mood after joking with Armin. “Reiner! I’m coming in.” Her hand found the door knob and she cracked the door open.

  Sobs broke the air.

  “Goddammit! Why am I alive? I shouldn’t be here, not after what I did…” A large form sat in the corner of the small room, and even in the darkness, she could see their shoulders shaking from the sobs that burst from their lips.

   “Reiner…?” Mikasa slipped into the room, quickly shutting the door behind her to salvage at least some of his dignity from prying ears down the hallway. Moonlight suddenly spilled into the room from the small windows arrayed on the wall opposite the door. It provided just enough light for Mikasa to make out Reiner sitting, knees pulled to his chest, palms wiping his eyes, against the wall in a nook between a small desk and an even smaller dresser.

   “Mikasa. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize an hour had passed.” He told her, getting up from his place on the floor. A moon beam caught his face as he stood, allowing her to clearly see the wet trails his tears had left down his face.

   “It’s alright, I didn’t realize either…” Reiner nodded at her words, sitting heavily on his bed. They sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes before Mikasa felt too guilty not to ask the obvious question. “Are you okay?” The words came out soft and rather gentle, though she hadn’t meant them to sound any certain way.

   His head was bowed slightly, and he seemed to be studying his socked feet. “Yes…” Then he seemed to rethink his answer. “No, actually. I guess I’m not okay. But,” Reiner looked her in the eye. “Why do you care?”

   She shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe I have a habit. I asked Eren that question so many times, it might’ve just stuck.”  

   “Right, Eren… How far ahead of him are we?”

   “Hange thinks maybe a day, but that’s just an estimate.” 

   “I see…” Their conversation broke off again, but Mikasa just couldn’t bring herself to leave. There was something about seeing a grown man crying in the corner like a child who had lost his favorite toy… She just couldn’t go, especially knowing that his reason for breaking down was much greater than an abandoned plaything. And yet, she didn’t know what to say, except-

   “Are you sorry?” 

   “What do you mean?” Reiner questioned, but seemed to understand immediately after the words left his lips. “Oh, the wall…” His large hand ran through his cropped blonde hair as he processed, averting his gaze from her steely one. “Yes, of course I am. Marley… they brainwashed us. They gave us nothing and made us fight for anything better. My mom- she had almost nothing until I was chosen to inherit the Armoured Titan. I thought it was a blessing to be chosen to go to Paradis and take out the Eldians who hadn’t “atoned” for their sins. I was told they were devils, but really, they were just more people for Marley to oppress. I’ve killed so many people, ruined so many lives… I-,” Reiner sighed. “I don’t want to live anymore, Mikasa. Even if, when I reach the afterlife, I’m forced to face the consequences of my actions, well, I won’t mind. There’s a lot I need to redeem myself for.”

   Mikasa didn’t bat an eyelash at his explanation outwardly, but on the inside she was rather surprised about how much he shared with her. It was endearing, no matter how much she disliked him. His vulnerability left her feeling rather open as well.

   “You know, Reiner.”  She began, sitting next to him on the mattress. “I felt similar when we launched that attack on Liberio. Our attack was far more justified than yours, but when Eren was spreading that debris- crushing children and adults alike- I couldn’t find any reason why he was killing so many. Why did the innocent citizens need to meet that bloody end? We didn’t learn from your mistakes, we just made the same ones. And I didn’t want to launch the attack, either. I was just following Eren, like I always did. And…” She trailed off, her throat feeling thick as she swallowed.

   “Mikasa, you don’t have to-” Reiner started to say before she cut him off.

   “No, I do. I have to. I followed Eren, brainwashed, just like you. And did you know… did you know that he said he hated me, Reiner?” Mikasa swallowed, trying to force down the thickness still rising in her esophagus. “After everything I’ve done for him, after I gave him all the love and affection I had left to give… he hates me. When he said that, my reason for living slipped away into the darkness. I wanted to die, too. Sometimes I still want to die. But before I can, I need to stop Eren. That comes first.”

   She had zoned out as she talked, but his hands on her cheeks brought her back to reality. Reiner’s large thumbs wiped under her eyes, collecting stray tears Mikasa didn’t even realize she had cried. Panic bloomed in her chest, and she wanted to push him away. But she didn’t. Instead she leaned into his touch, enjoying the sensation of his calloused fingers of her soft skin. 

   “I’m sorry he said that to you, Mikasa. I know how much you care for him. But, I don’t think his feelings should matter. You have people who love you, people who would cry if you were dead. I have Gabi and Falco, but they’d get on fine without me, especially now that Pieck is here. You need to live. This world needs Mikasa Ackerman, even after Eren Jaeger is dead and gone.” 

   Mikasa hadn’t felt like this before Eren. While he told her all this, Reiner had turned her to face him, eyes locked. She sat there with a dumbfounded expression on her face as his gold eyes reflected the same affection she had hoped Eren’s would have for years. He cared for her, he was trying to talk her out of her loneliness. The only people who had done that before had been people she didn’t feel anything for. But now, she felt an overwhelming sense of… love? No, no, it wasn’t that strong. But it was an attraction, and all of the sudden Reiner Braun’s lips looked very kissable.

   “Reiner…” She breathed, bringing a hand to cup his cheek. “I’d cry if you died.” His eyes widened just a bit before he pulled her face towards his and connected their lips. 

   The kiss was electric. Mikasa felt shocked back into full awareness. She reveled in the feel of Reiner’s lips on hers, shuddered as his hands left her face in order to pull her closer to him, and moaned when he deepened the kiss and prodded at her lips with his tongue. She parted them just enough for their tongues to dance together in a mysterious choreography they both seemed to know. He nipped at her bottom lip before kissing his way down her jaw and to her neck. Mikasa moaned at the new sensation of someone’s lips on her neck. She loved it. It was the perfect mixture of sensual and pleasurable, leaving her breathless and seeing stars. In a sudden jolt of confidence, Reiner pushed her down on the bed, trapping her smaller body under his own. His lips left her neck and reconnected with hers, attacking with so much ferocity that Mikasa was sure he was going to bruise her. Not that she minded, of course. 

  They continued like this for a while, much longer than Mikasa was supposed to be supervising the hallway. She knew Jean would come looking for her eventually, so she finally broke away from Reiner, who was a panting mess above her. 

   “I have to go… Jean will come to find me soon.” She whispered, her nose inches away from his. Reiner nodded and rolled off of her, offering his hand after he was standing. Mikasa took it gratefully, smoothing her hair and readjusting her uniform as she got up. “Well, this was… good, I think.”

   “I have to agree with you there.” Reiner said, throwing a wry smile at her. Mikasa smiled back and reached up to give him a peck on the lips. 

   “I have watch again tomorrow, can I come see you?” She asked before deepening the kiss they were both still desperate for. Reiner simply hummed into her lips as confirmation, breaking away only when a muffled voice called Mikasa’s name. She smiled one last time before heading for the door. “I’ll see you then.”

   She crept out into the hallway, and luckily whoever had called for her wasn’t in sight. Mikasa knew she looked like a mess, and it was bound to draw questions that she didn’t want to answer. 

   She was perfectly fine keeping quiet about how alike she and Reiner were, at least just for now. 

(This took way too long for me to write, and I am SO SORRY!! I had zero ideas until I started comparing things that Mr. Angsty and Mrs. Angsty had in common (spoiler alert, it was guilt) and then I had this story idea. I hope it satisfies! I certainly enjoyed writing it, though writing in the Manga timeline is slightly depressing, haha.) 

#reiner braun #snk mikasa #mikasa ackerman #snk fandom #snk #shingeki no kyojin #aot fanfiction #aot #attack on titan #fanfic #snk fanfiction #fanfiction #reiner x mikasa #reinkasa #reikasa #idk the ship name #request

[capriccio-con-espressione]

Lovely

Genre: Smut

Warning: Sub!Winwin, Dom!Reader, Femdom, Dollification/Objectification, Mirror sex, Degradation, Praise kink, Corruption kink, Spanking, Pegging, Hair pulling, Overstimulation, Profanity, Toys used: Vibrator+Prostate massager+Open mouth gag

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N:

Happy Winwin day 💗☁️✨

I strongly suggest you read the lyrics of Lovely beforehand because some of the dialogues and descriptions are correspondent with it. The reason the song inspired me is not only due to Winwin and Ten's beautiful dancing, but also I think the lyrics speak the mind of subs pretty well.

This gif got me thinking elsewhere though, and it did inspire me to some extent ;) Anyways hope my lovelies enjoy Doll Sicheng as well ❤️

Feedback is appreciated! :)

  You fix the waistband of Sicheng's white trousers that you just adorned him in, before slipping the next clothing over his head, carefully and lovingly, just like a little girl dressing her cherished doll. You have booked the themed motel room for your birthday boy's special playtime, knowing too well that he's going to enjoy it, just like a getaway from reality that you promised him, a place that he can feel alive then outside he can fight his fears. 

  The interior of the room is surrounded by white walls decorated with symmetric patterns in pastel blue and pink, corresponding with the designs on the cushions on the bed, with gentle yellow lighting emitted from the intricate chandelier creating a cozy dreamy atmosphere. In addition to fulfilling your fantasy, the embroidered round-framed window, plus Rococo style furniture, with a set of exquisitely painted ceramic tea set propped on the side table, every single decor in your playroom gives off a stylish cutesy dollhouse vibe. The only thing that insinuates something not so innocent is the full wall mirror situated right in front of the bed, reflecting all the fantasy filth that is about to unfold.

  “Such a beautiful little lovely doll…” You compliment as you zip up the cardigan for Sicheng, who is seated at the edge of the bed in front of your kneeling self, his body pressed against your chest for support otherwise he will fall like a boneless rag doll, while his eyes stare blankly into the mirror, witnessing his transformation into the doll you want him to be.

  “Here, let baby dollie’s owner make him look even extra gorgeous…” You reach for the gray blazer and proceed to dress him, lifting his limp arm up and guide it through the sleeve, then repeat the same process for the other arm, but this time more slowly and affectionately. Your hands wander all over his chest, leaning down to his ear level to whisper praises on how aristocratic he looks right now, so close to his body that you can literally feel his racing heartbeat, in great contrast with his stoic expression. You smile, knowing how much praises and being fully under your control turn him on.

  “I’m not done with dressing you yet, doll. It’s getting colder, and my dolly needs one last piece of clothing to stay warm and complete the look...” You gently coo as you drape the large white leather jacket over his shoulders, making him look chic and fashionable, the ideal aesthetic appeal that lives up to your taste. You wrap your arms around his well-dressed body, basking in the intimacy of dressing your doll, not only due to the physical contact with him during the process but also because of the granted opportunity to unleash your artistic creativity on your lover, as well as last but not least, the empowerment to decide every single detail for him.

  But still, you know there’s still something missing about his appearance. You take your beauty bag with you, approach his frontside then straddle him, cradling his head for his support. You quickly finish his base make-up plus some contours, then move on to accentuate his eyes with some smoky brown gradient and light golden shimmer, topping it off with eyeliner and mascara to give him a flirty dolly look, but not to the extent of fakey exaggeration. Last, you apply your favorite shade of coral pink on his lips, while making sure to breathe dangerously close to his face as well as subtly grind on him, starting to heat things up now that he’s close to completion.

  “My baby doll looks so pretty already now...but one more thing…” You get up and release Sicheng, causing your doll to fall back onto the mattress, which is your deliberate move to test if he’s still in his headspace or not. But much to your satisfaction, he incorporates his instincts as a dancer into this play so well that even a simple fall looks pure aesthetic. You make your way to retrieve the accessory, but spend some moments to just stand there and admire his graceful posture on the bed, in an attempt to heighten his anticipation with your piercingly possessive gaze.

  “Hmmm looks like I shouldn’t ignore my lovely doll for too long…” You crawl over on top of him after seconds that seem so painstakingly long for him, and slide the leaf-shaped silver collar pin between his lips. “Even better.” You compliment, as you begin to press your weight further onto him, only millimeters away to make actual contact yet holding a teasing distance.

  “Such pretty kissable lips…I would love to smooch then invade them...sadly that would smear and ruin your perfect look.” You feign disappointment in your voice. “Or that’s exactly what my pretty doll wants, hmm? Getting all ruined and messy...” You darkly chuckle as you can feel Sicheng trembling subtly underneath you, fighting back his desires to crumble in order to be an obedient doll.

  Satisfied with your work, you begin to move on to the next phase of your fantasy, that is, to gradually corrupt and dishevel this epitome of perfection. Getting off his body, you sit his soft limp body on your lap, starting with some innocent kisses on his clothed body, then to some inappropriate touches on his crotch, as he struggles not to squirm, his hitching breath still fairly noticeable.

  "Interesting...my dolly making such cute breathy noises when touched here...wow I never realized that this doll can be interactive…" You fake innocence to taunt his arousal just like a little girl discovering a new way to play with her toy for the first time. 

  "I wanna see what can I get by touching you more…" Your voice trails off as you lightly bite his pinkening earlobe, while unzipping his fly to reveal his half-hard member.

  "Hmmm...why does my doll keep getting longer and thicker? It's so intriguing! Makes me wanna play with you more…" You go on pointing out his reaction with your hand moving up and down his shaft. “I’m so curious to see how big you can get!”

  Sicheng’s mind goes blank as he desperately tries to minimize his movements, the pleasure on his dick and your provocatively innocent words both making it hard for him. However, you still level up his challenge by pulling down his trousers further to expose him even more. Initially, he thinks he can take the torture much longer since he’s starting to get accustomed to the stimuli on his shaft, however, when your fingers suddenly go down to fondle his balls, pressing the sensitive patch of flesh on his taint all of a sudden, he loses it instantly, moaning out and dropping the leaf pin while his hand spontaneously go up to grab yours.

  It takes him a few seconds to realize that he’s broken the rules. “Well? What a disappointment.” You sneer as you lightly slap his cock. “Can’t even be a good doll and maintain your supposed posture. Looks like you are unworthy of my affection and praises.” You continue to scold him as you make him stand on all fours, sliding his trousers down to knee level. “You should be punished. Bad dolly.”

  Slap after slap on his bare erogenous zone only makes Sicheng anticipate the humiliating sting even more, as he looks down on the mattress beneath him and bites on his lip a little to not moan out of pleasure. To make his punishment worse, you grab his hair and tilt his head to the side, forcing him to make direct eye contact with the rosy tint blooming gradually bigger on his ass. The sight and sound of his spanked upturned bottom, as well as the way his trilayered stylish clothing on his upper body sinfully mocks his naked abused flesh down south, both fulfill your fantasy to corrupt your originally perfect doll, as you bask in the sadistic glory as Sicheng’s slight change in facial expressions gives away the signs of his surrender.

  “Fuck dolly it feels so good to smack that firm delicious ass of yours.” You give him one last spank before reaching down to collect droplets of his pre-cum on your palm. “It’s so obvious now that my shameless dolly likes being hurt and used…” You muse before presenting that hand to him then smear it over his cheek. “You are no longer the Ken doll for dressing games because you don’t deserve it. Instead, from now on, you are my fuck doll that will cater to my desires however as I please.”

  You flip him back on his back, tossing away his undergarments, then unzip his cardigan to reach underneath it and tease his nipple with one hand while the other pumps his cock, your mouth also working on to suck and lick his newly exposed neck. Your sudden bite on his sweet spot causes him to lose his composure again as he let out a noticeable shudder and a moan. Sicheng looks up at you, his gaze a mixture of fear and anticipation of getting punished again, but instead, this time you decide to be soft on him to save the real thrill for later.

  "Looks like I’ve earned myself a great deal to have you in my collection. Even the way you writhe and squirm is pure unparalleled beauty..." You peck his lips lovingly before brushing your finger over them. “Also your lovely moan...angelic as fuck...let’s see what you can do with that pretty mouth of yours, fuck doll.” You smirk as you get off the bed to bring some toys into the play.

  After putting on your pretty pastel blue strap, you shove a lip-shaped gag into him that forces his mouth open, whose color matches his lipstick shade as well. “Do as what I say, fuck doll.” You tug his hair while slapping his face with the dildo. “Suck.”

  Sicheng’s forcefully opened mouth guarantees your full access to it to fuck with as much as you want. Sometimes you will just guide his head to bob along the shaft, but most of the time you are the one taking control as you ram into his mouth hard and fast, causing tears to stream down his eyes. But still, you still are fully aware of his hands on the back of your thighs, reminding yourself that if it’s getting too much, he will pinch it three times consecutively as a signal to stop. Luckily, he shows no indication for you stop what you’re doing until you decide it’s time to wreck other parts of his gorgeous body.

  “My fuck doll’s mouth is so good...taking me so well…” You compliment as you pet the back of his head affectionately. “Now lie down.” You instruct as he quickly obeys. “I remember reading the manual that says little fuck doll’s hobby is anything that involves lying down hmm? Like lying down and getting fucked senseless hmm?” You snicker as you get between his legs and start lubing his entrance.

  After adding fingers gradually from one to three, with Sicheng successfully holding in his moans and any movements that are too obvious, you decide to reward him with some pleasure to prep him for your cock more. “Good fuck dolls like you should be charged before use…” You hum then stuff a prostate massager into him and immediately switch up to the highest setting, causing him to jolt, but is soon held down by your body on him and your tongue invading his drooling mouth, that is, according to you, “to fully recharge him with full energy”.

  You soon replace the massager with your fervent thrusts after ensuring some proper lubing again, with your hands busy working on his leaking dick as well, as he pliantly lies back and lets you do whatever that pleases you. The ban to control his muscles under his free will only heightens his senses, every thrust you make becoming extra powerful and pleasurable as he feels his orgasm nearing, as he blinks three times in a row to inform you, and of course that doesn’t go unnoticed as you are extremely attentive of his reactions. “Let that dolly juice out, baby doll. You have been so good for me…” Sicheng is internally surprised that you are granting him permission this easily as he cums without a second thought, but little does he know what is more in store for him.

  It isn’t until he is flipped on all fours, facing the mirror again does he realize that you are not done with tormenting him. “Looks like my doll is already getting motionless and spiritless just from a single orgasm, maybe I should re-charge your energy to make you my upgraded fuck doll shouldn’t I?” You wickedly smirk as you press the vibrator against his member, while resuming to abuse his prostate again. “You’d better look at your filthy slutty face dolly.” You order as you slap his ass. “Your possessor’s not gonna stop fucking you over until she says so.”

  The humiliation of having to witness his messy self during intercourse and the pain from overstimulation are already difficult for Sicheng’s still weak body to take. But what urges him on is his ultimate desires to be used and exploited without any free will, and the fact that you’re able to gain full control of him without any physical restraints on his limbs keeps reminding him of the place he truly belongs, that is, to be a good subservient doll for your entertainment.

  “Always in your headspace, aren’t you?” You whisper to him as if you’re reading his mind. “You could’ve easily defied my commands, but you didn’t, why?” You switch up the settings of the vibrator to the medium level. “Because deep down you want to be a mindless doll, kept safe from any responsibilities in reality, even if that means getting torn to pieces, skin to bone. Pathetic, aren’t you?” You switch up to the highest level, thrusting into him as fast as you can while smacking his ass from time to time, the physical sensations plus what you have spoken earlier both fueling his masochistic needs even more.

  “You...do need a place...to hide, and you....can find one near.” You coax between pants due to your hips’ arduous work. “That is, the orgasm I’m granting you. Release yourself, baby doll. Cum so hard for me that you can’t think anymore.” 

  The line between soreness and gratification begins to blur for Sicheng as he cums for the second time on your command. You then remove the vibrator and gag from him, lying him back down again, drowning him with reassuring kisses as well as praises again before getting up to bring him the cup of tea you just brewed with the motel tea set beforehand, knowing he’s bound to have a dry mouth after such excessive drooling and intense orgasms. Sicheng sips the warm liquid as he immerses in the afterglow, still getting a tingle in his lower body after noticing the cum and sweat stains on those fine clothes, making him look so depraved and so used.

  You proceed to clean him up and help him change into his casual comfy wear again after he’s fully cooled down from the adrenaline boost. You embrace him so tightly that it seems like you’re afraid you will lose him.

  “I can tear you to pieces, skin to bone.” You rock him gently in your arms, fingers gently brushing between his silky strands. “But I can sew you back up and cure you, even more complete and wholesome than ever before.”

#nct #nct 127 #wayv #winwin #winwin smut #dong sicheng #nct imagines #nct 127 imagines #wayv imagines #nct smut #nct 127 smut #wayv smut #nct hard hours #wayv hard hours #sub!nct #sub!wayv #dom!reader #my writings #sub!winwin #happywinwinday #lovely

[ivedonestranger]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Titans (Animated Series) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jinx/Raven (DCU) Characters: Raven (DCU), Jinx (DCU), Gizmo (DCU), Baran Flinders Additional Tags: Fluff, Light Bondage, I Will Go Down With This Ship Summary:

Raven's plan to grab some coffee goes awry when she winds up kidnapped and a certain someone has questions!

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Raven stared in disbelief and the predicament that she was in and how easily she had fallen for it. All she wanted to do was grab a coffee at the Queen Coffee in downtown Jump City, then wound up being snuck up on, grabbed with a bag over her head and carted off to parts unknown. Worse part was these...stupid...cuffs!

The mystic Titan growled to herself as she heaved all her strength against the delicate cuffs emblazoned with runes that were fastened around her wrists. Of course, there was no breaking demon bracelets, but it felt good to release the anger.

Having only dressed in baggy pants and a gray hoodie, most people would not have recognized her except maybe for her violet hair cut in a short bob. She tried to reach for her pocket on one side to get her communicator but realized they had lifted that from her too.

'This is humiliating,' she groused to herself as she looked about the room again.

It was some sort of basement with stuff stacked all about covered with dusts from years of abandonment. It actually looked familiar. It was at that moment the light bulb came on. She knew exactly where she was.

As if there was some sort of cue, the metal door banged open peeling it's metal sound through the room and in strode one confident, pink haired troublemaker.

"Jinx."

The grin of the Pinkette's face grew wider as her cat like-eyes focused on her prey in the middle of the room. She wore her usual black dress, choker, and trademark leggings. The purple and black stripes climbing up some rather gorgeous legs before disappearing underneath the skirt.

"Seriously, I can't believe you let me capture you so easily. I mean, I really didn't have to cast any power to obscure myself. You were so focused on that coffee...or was it that absolutely stunning brunette that was serving it to you."

Raven's gray cheeks flushed ever so slightly and Jinx giggled. "You were! I can't believe you. Raven of the Teen Titans, checking out the ladies!"

"I can't believe you're doing this now," Raven said, turning her body to keep the pernicious witch in view.

"Surprise." The words came with a giggle.

Raven held up her bound wrists. "So now what? Are you going to demand the true identities of my friends? The access codes to the towers?"

"Oh," Jinx said with another giggle. "I have some more important questions for you. Sit."

The word was simple and Raven wanted to ignore it, she felt the uncontrollable pressure to obey as the cuffs forced her to obey their owners. Raven went to her knees before she could even try to will herself to stay standing.

"Didn't think you were one for torture," Raven said dryly.

"You know me. Full of surprises. As you can see, I got some little demon bracelets from the black market and was desperate to try them. Aren't they nifty?"

"They're swell," Raven intoned with little interest.

"Awww, you don't like them? I bet you'll like them. They can compel you to do whatever I want and to tell me whatever I want."

"Sure. Whatever."

Deep inside Raven was not happy that she had been placed in such a position but honestly, she knew it could be much worse.

"Oh? Okay. Let's try them out. Is the Titans Tower undergoing upgrades next week?"

"Yes." The words escaped before she could even stop herself.

"Gizmo will be happy to hear that. He's been wanting to try some new firmware that he's written."

Raven narrowed her eyes.

"I don't like this, Jinx."

"Good point," Jinx said with a nod. "You're not a fan of talking about others. Let's talk about you then."

'Oh, no.'

"Have you read any of those erotica books I sent you?"

Raven squirmed trying to keep the words in but her body refused to obey.

"Yes."

"Oh ho! So you do like them."

"Yes." Damn it!

"What did you think of that scene in the book Hallowed Ground when the young groundskeeper sneaks the preacher's daughter away? Hot, wasn't it?"

"Fine. Yes. It was a rather...interesting scene."

The pressure let up since she wasn't resisting. Raven had already admitted it so why keep fighting?

"So….what else can I ask you? Hmmmm." Jinx stood again and began to pace.

"What do you think of my outfit?" Jinx asked, giving a small spin.

"It is very cute," Raven said letting her mouth talk. It was a safe question but they kept coming. "It accents your figure nicely."

"Awww, you say the nicest things, Rae Rae!"

"Don't call me that! I hate it when Beast Boy does."

The pinkette's eyes glimmered and she giggled.

"Then what is your favorite nickname?"

Oh, azar did Raven squirm trying to keep the words from escaping but no matter how hard she tried they came out in a gasp. "Lollipop."

Jinx plopped down in front of her with a squeal of triumph.

"Well, what do you know. You do have a favorite pet name."

Raven glared at her.

"Do you think I'm hot?"

"Yes."

"You like sex?"

"Yes."

"What's your favorite position?"

"Missionary."

"Aww. Really? I would have thought you were more adventurous. You like my legs?"

Raven's voice faltered slightly but the words still came out.

"Yes."

"Do you...like...wanna know if I'm wearing panties?"

"Y...ye..yes."

Jinx leaned very closely and the smell of her blueberry perfume filled her nostrils. Raven felt her breath starting to catch in her throat and her eyes focused on the kissable lips in front of her. The pinkette's voice was low, sultry and only for her to hear.

"I'm not wearing any."

Raven tried to swallow but found that task somehow difficult. Jinx ran her fingers up Raven's arm leaving a trail of tingles the entire way.

"Come on, Jinx," Raven allowed a whine to escape.

"Kiss me."

The order vibrated through her cuffs and Raven found herself leaning in and planting her own mouth against the one who had kept her prisoner. Oh, god she tasted too good and there was nothing the mystic Titan could do to stop herself.

Jinx leaned forward pushing Raven over on to her back without any resistance, her dress bunching up around her waist. Raven felt the desperate urge to try and get her hands free but Jinx had them pinned to her chest.

"Oh, I have plans for you, Lollipop."

A pitiful whimper was all that escape from Raven as she was again smothered by Jinx's lips. It was at that moment that the metal door clanged open and both snapped their heads to look.

Gizmo strode in with Mammoth right behind with the dwarf studying his computer.

"Jinx, I'm gonna need to head into town and get some more computer parts. If we're going to get the connection working we're going to-"

He stopped as she looked up seeing the two tangled on the floor.

"What are you-Oh, god, cover yourself, Jinx."

Jinx sat up quickly pulling her dress back down with a big grin on her face and touch of red in her cheeks. Raven still lay on her back trying to breath and looking confused, angry, and horny all at the same time.

"Really?" Gizmo griped, throwing his hands up in the air. "Is that why you had Mumbo buy them? Can't you like mess around with your girlfriend at the tower? I really hate when you do these roleplays. Poor Mammoth and I always have to stumble in on them."

"I don't mind." Mammoth grinned.

"Pervert," Jinx shot back with a laugh.

Gizmo rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. I'm gonna leave if you're gonna be using the storeroom. For crying out loud, that's what bedrooms are for."

Gizmo turned to leave and then back to Raven.

"You need me to call Robin and let him know you're here? I'd hate for him to start worrying like last time."

"If you don't mind," Raven said with a bemused expression trying to ignore the fact that she was still on her back and Jinx was half on top of her.

"Fine. Mammoth, go find something to do. Maybe Beast Boy wants to do some training. If I'm gonna help Cyborg upgrade the tower, I need to not have you two fucking in random places in the base. Got it?"

"No promises," Jinx said.

With an exasperated noise, Gizmo left with both Mammoth and Jinx exchanging a wink and thumbs up.

When the door clanged closed, Jinx turned back to her girlfriend who was smiling.

"Well, that was kind of embarrassing?"

"Kind of?" Raven asked sitting up. "I'm not the one that had my ass on display."

"Pfft," Jinx said. "They've caught me doing worse."

Jinx broke into one of her grins again. "So, you do like the nickname I gave you?"

"I'm not going to dignify that with an answer."

"I can make you."

Jinx reached down to grab the bracelets but to her surprise, they were not on Raven's wrists. They were actually on her own. Shock reverberated through the pinkette at the sudden reversal.

"How did-"

"They aren't demon bracelets," Raven said with a grin. "I realized it when you came closer and I didn't have the connection with you they normally would have. Easy to override after that."

"Shit, Mumbo sold me junk?"

"Nope. They're compulsion bracelets. Meaning they don't just work on me…"

Jinx's eyes went wide. "Oh, no."

"Oh, yes. You have some penance to perform. I mean, I got my nickname for a reason."

Jinx giggled.

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[pikapeppa]

Cullen/Lavellan and FenHawke pirate AU: Fine

HAPPY NEW YARRRR MATEYS, @schoute and I are back on our bullshit with Chapter 33 of Where The Winds Of Fortune Take Me!

In which the forest adventures continue and Piper and Rynne are the best and we love them okay. The chapter is a long one, ~9200 words, so only the first section is here; read it all on AO3. 

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- RYNNE -

The forest was incredible. 

They’d broken camp about half an hour ago, not long after dawn heralded the lilting rise of birdsong through the thickness of the leaves. The soft and heavy scent of damp soil and sun-kissed leaves filled Rynne’s lungs as she and the others followed Merrill’s trail. 

Merrill was still following the ineffable voice that only she, Piper, and Fenris could hear, and Rynne was only too happy to trail along in her wake. Since she didn’t have to pay attention to where they were going, she could enjoy the bursting blooms and the wild sounds of insects and birds as she picked her way through the foliage at Fenris’s side. 

Part of her mind still couldn’t quite believe that their path was being laid out by a strange elven sixth sense. It was like something straight out of the stories that she’d been devouring since she was a child. It was fascinating and marvelous and totally unexpected, and if someone had told her a few months ago that she would be wandering barefoot through a pristine untouched forest with a handful of pirates — herself being a pirate too! — and following a voice that only her elven companions could hear, she would have told them to bugger off and go bother some other gullible noble idiot with fanciful tales.

It was also somewhat unnerving. 

She quickly shunted the worried little thought aside. Of course it was unnerving; it was an unknown situation, and everything strange and unknown was bound to be a little unnerving. But Rynne was determined to approach this odd situation with the same open-armed zeal that she’d employed during every other adventure she’d had thus far. Her headfirst approach had yet to fail her; it was that same headfirst approach that had gotten her out of Kirkwall, after all. And sure, maybe there was that brief hiccup when throwing herself headfirst at Fenris hadn’t worked out the way she’d hoped, but that had fixed itself in time. 

There was also that terrifying moment in the infirmary two days ago when she’d been cornered by that pirate and she’d genuinely thought she might die. But she’d launched herself headfirst into that fight with all the defensive and dirty tactics that Fenris had taught her, and that had ended up fine as well. 

Everything ends up fine if you try hard enough and give it enough time, she reminded herself. And she was sure this forest-y quest would be no different. There was no place for worrying or being unnerved here, not when there was an exciting mystery beckoning them forth. 

Besides, Fenris was worried enough for the both of them. In Rynne’s opinion, it was far more productive to bounce wholeheartedly into this adventure so that he might enjoy himself a bit as well. 

She glanced up at him. His face was creased in a frown, and his hand was hovering vigilantly over the handle of his scimitar. 

Rynne reached over and took his hand. He looked down at her, and she beamed at him.

He raised one eyebrow. “What?” he said.

“Nothing,” she chirped. “I’m just having a nice time.” 

A hint of a smile lifted his lips. “Of course you are,” he said sardonically.

She poked him playfully in the arm. “What’s that dig supposed to mean?”

He shrugged. “You take pleasure in the mundane. That is all I meant.”

Rynne laughed. “My father has this tongue-in-cheek saying: ‘simple pleasures for simple minds’. You sound just like him right now.”

Fenris scoffed. “I’m uncertain if I should be flattered or concerned to be compared to your father.”

“In this case, flattered,” Rynne assured him. “He might not be around much, but he’s full of pithy pearls of wisdom, that’s for certain.”

“So you’re saying I speak in platitudes and clichés?” Fenris said. Despite his sarcastic tone, his lips were curled in the most kissable smirk, and Rynne grinned at him. 

“Well, you’re saying I’m easily amused,” she retorted.

“You are,” Fenris said. “And I mean that nicely. Taking pleasure in small things is… enviable. It’s a good trait. I’m…” He trailed off for a moment, then met her eye once more.  “It is good to see you enjoying yourself,” he finally said.

“Of course I’m enjoying myself,” she said. “I’m walking with you.” She gave him a winning smile.

He snorted softly. “Kaffas, Hawke, you will make me blush.”

“Oh good!” she chirped. “That’s my goal in life, you know. To make those handsome cheeks of yours turn red.”

He chuckled and shook his head, and Rynne waited happily for his witty retort. But before he could speak, Cullen joined them.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” he said with a nod of greeting. “But I was hoping for your counsel, Fenris.”

“You don’t want to speak to me?” Rynne said. She widened her eyes dramatically and held one hand to her bosom. “I’m awfully offended.”

Cullen gave her a smile and a tiny half-bow. “My apologies, Hawke. I will come up with something to ask your advice on later, if you like.”

Rynne playfully fanned herself. “How very kind of you, Ser Rutherford. I’ll look forward to advising you as best I can.” She did a mockingly formal curtsy, despite her lack of skirts, then fondly pinched Fenris’s chin before skipping forward to join Piper, who was walking a few steps behind Merrill and Dorian.

She elbowed Piper. “You and Cullen didn’t come back to the camp before I fell asleep. What were you up to out in the forest for that long?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Piper grinned at her. “Wouldn’t you like to know, you filthy-minded wench?”

“I would, I would!” Rynne said eagerly. “Tell me every sordid detail. Quickly, before Cullen comes back and his face goes up in flames.” 

Piper laughed, but to Rynne’s surprise, her cheeks were turning slightly pink. It wasn’t like Piper to blush over a little lewd back-and-forth. What could she possibly be blushing about…? 

Rynne’s eyes went wide. “Oh Maker,” she breathed. “You’re not–” She broke off and lowered her voice. “Are you pregnant?”

“What?” Piper exclaimed. “No! Why would you ask that?”

“Because you’re blushing,” Rynne said matter-of-factly. “Noble ladies always do the whole blushing pretend-to-be-coy thing when they tell everyone that they’re ‘in the family way’.” She rolled her eyes. “As though we’re all supposed to be titillated because a baby makes it clear that she and her husband have had sex. It’s all very boring if you ask me.”

Piper snorted. “Well, I’m no noble lady. And I’m definitely not pregnant.”

“Well then?” Rynne said curiously. “What’s the blushing about?”

Piper scoffed and shoved her playfully. “You’re a fucking nosy one, you know that?”

To Rynne’s amusement, Piper’s cheeks were turning even pinker. Rynne laughed and linked her arm with Piper’s. “I am, it’s true,” she said cheerfully. “But only because you’re actually interesting. I never had interesting friends before. Please, Piper,” she batted her eyelashes, “tell me your gossip so I can ooh and ahh and pretend I’m going to tell everyone whilst actually telling no one at all.” 

Piper rolled her eyes, but she was grinning still. “Fine, fine,” she said. She rubbed her nose, then gave Rynne a secretive little smile. “I asked Cullen to marry me last night, and he said yes.”

“What?” Rynne shrieked.

Piper burst out laughing, and Rynne clapped her hands over her mouth, but it was too late; Fenris was instantly at her side, and everyone else had come to a dead stop at the sound of Rynne’s shriek. 

“What’s wrong?” Cullen demanded. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, what’s happened?” Dorian said. “I do hope I’m not being left out of anything fun.”

Rynne turned to Piper with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry,” she gasped. “I just – oh, Piper, I’m so–!” She broke off and did an excited little hop. “I’m so happy for you! Oh, but you didn’t want to…” She covered her mouth again to stop her chatty tongue from spilling Piper’s news, but Piper was still laughing. 

She waved her hand dismissively. “It’s fine, it’s not like it’s a secret. We’ll tell the whole crew anyway once we get back to the ship.”

“Oh,” Cullen said in a softer tone. “You’re talking about our news?” He smiled goofily at Piper, who was grinning back at him very proudly indeed, and Rynne couldn’t help herself: she flung herself at Cullen and hugged him.

“Congratulations!” she squealed, and she hugged Piper as well. “I’m so happy for you both! I’ve never seen a pirate wedding before! This is going to be so exciting!”

“A wedding?” Merrill gasped. “You’re going to be married? Oh my, how sweet! I’ll make traditional saotabradh for you, Piper, but we might have to go back to Rialto so I can get some fine chocolate! And I’ll need pistachios too, the good kind from Rivain, oh–”

Dorian chuckled and quirked an eyebrow at Cullen. “Are you sure you know quite what you’re doing, marrying Captain Mad Piper? It’s rather like tying oneself to a wild Fereldan horse: thrilling and entertaining, with a high chance of personal injury.” 

Piper laughed and flicked his ear. “Says the man who basically invited himself to join my ship one day.”

Dorian delicately dusted off his sleeve. “Precisely. That’s how I know what I’m talking about.”

Cullen chuckled. “I appreciate the concern, but there’s no need. I’m… truly, I am thrilled.” He smiled at Piper again. “I… yes, thrilled really is the word.”

Piper beamed at him, and Rynne clasped her hands together with delight. “Oh Cullen, that is just so fucking sweet. You should write your own vows!”

His smile fell into a look of surprise. “Ah. Vows. Yes, I had wondered – Piper, who will be actually, er, marrying us?”

She planted her hands on her hips. “I’m the captain,” she announced. “I can declare us married.”

“That’s not how that works,” Fenris said dryly.

Piper smirked at him. “Are you volunteering to marry us, then?”

He folded his arms. “I believe it will be Varric who has that dubious honour, given that he’s the other first mate.”

Piper snorted with laughter and punched him in the arm. “‘Dubious honour’, my ass. Come on, you gossip-hounds, let’s get back to this trail of ours.” She pinched Merrill’s cheek playfully. “Lead the way, you wily wayfinder.”

“Of course, Captain!” Merrill chirped. “Oh, but I’ll have to start thinking about what other dishes to serve for your wedding. We’re running low on salt fish, but we can pick up more of that in Rialto too, and I wonder if I can get my hands on some deep mushroom? If you prepare it carefully, it makes the most wonderful stew.”

Dorian chuckled. “You might as well get some of those Orlesian cakes with deep mushroom and anise while you’re at it. You know the ones called la misère exquise?” 

Merrill gave him an affronted look. “‘The exquisite misery’? Why would we want those at Piper and Cullen’s wedding?”

“Because that’s how we’ll all be feeling when our dear Cullen makes the Captain caterwaul on their wedding night,” Dorian drawled. “I for one shall be eating cakes in my cabin while covering my ears, I assure you.”

Rynne guffawed while Cullen awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, and Piper pinched Dorian’s gold-studded ear. “No one asked you to listen in, you pervert.”

“I assure you I’ll have very little choice in the matter,” Dorian said loftily. “You can be incredibly vocal for such a small elf. Good work, by the way,” he added to Cullen.

Cullen cleared his throat. “I, er, am not sure how to respond to this.”

“Say thank you,” Rynne said gleefully. “It sounds like quite a compliment to me.” She elbowed Piper, who smiled very smugly indeed.

“No, don’t thank him,” Fenris put in. “You will only encourage him to taunt you further.”

“Oh please,” Dorian scoffed. “I hardly need encouraging. You, for example, also seem to be doing a decent job with our fair lady Hawke, based on the sounds that come from your quarters.”

Rynne gasped in offense. “‘Decent’?” she exclaimed. “I’ll have you know that Fenris–”

“Look at that,” Fenris said loudly. “Dorian just stepped into another pile of shit.”

Dorian flinched, bumping into Merrill in the process. “Where?” he squawked. 

“Ah, my mistake,” Fenris said casually. “It was just some regular dirt.”

Rynne and Piper cackled, and Dorian scowled. “Very funny, Fenris. Kaffas.”

“Not this time, no,” he said. “Best watch your step, though.”

Dorian wrinkled his nose in disdain, and Piper playfully bumped him with her hip. “Oh Dorian, just take off your fucking boots already.” 

“And step barefoot into a pile of unidentifiable animal feces?” Dorian retorted. “No thank you.”

“Would it help if we identify the droppings first?” Merrill asked. “Because I can help with that.”

They all looked at her, and she smiled innocently in return. Dorian’s jaw dropped. “Merrill, are you making fun of me?” he asked incredulously.

Merrill giggled, and Piper laughed harder still while Cullen began to laugh as well. They continued to joke and tease each other as they wandered through the forest, and Rynne twined her fingers with Fenris’s.

“Aren’t you happy for Piper and Cullen?” she asked quietly.

He gave her a surprised look. “I am. Why do you ask that?”

She opened her mouth to reply, then paused. It was on the tip of her tongue to remark that his reaction to Piper and Cullen’s engagement was rather subdued, but it occurred to her now that his stoic response wasn’t unusual. Even when Fenris was amused, his smiles and laughter were quite muted. The only times he was really expressive was when he was angry or upset.

This was different with Rynne, of course. When she and Fenris were alone, he was far more demonstrative in his affections. He smiled more widely, and his hugs were tight and warm, and his laugh… Maker, the rare and treasured sound of his laugh was enough to make her melt every damned time. But even then, it was more common for him to reciprocate Rynne’s affectionate gestures than to initiate them. 

But Fenris and Piper were close in their own way, too. Rynne still remembered how she’d briefly envied their teasing camaraderie the first time she’d met them in the Lowtown market. Despite their obvious friendship, however, Fenris hadn’t even congratulated Piper on her engagement. And despite Rynne’s attempts to dismiss them, Anders’s words on the Lady Luck ran through her mind: Fenris doesn’t talk. Even Piper doesn’t know his story. You're the only one he really talks to. 

She hated to admit that Anders had a point, given how snarky he was about Fenris. And yet…

Fenris was gazing quizzically at her. Finally she shrugged. “No reason. Just checking,” she said.

“Hmm,” Fenris murmured. “I’m surprised you’re so pleased for them, in fact.”

She looked at him in surprise. “Why?”

“Because I thought…” He paused for a moment, then gave her a serious look. “I had assumed you were opposed to marriage, given what almost happened to you.”

“Oh! Well, I think it’s awful to be forced to marry someone,” she said. “Especially if that someone is thirty-odd years older than you with a reputation for mistreating his female servants. But two people who want to get married? And who can actually do it and not get shunned by their families for marrying below their station or marrying the wrong type of person or any of that shit?” She gazed at him with wide eyes. “Fenris, this is something I’ve only ever read about in stories. It’s the stuff of fantasies, literally. And a pirate wedding to boot? It’s going to be such fun!”

“You don’t even know what a pirate wedding will be like,” Fenris pointed out.

“I know it’s going to be nothing like the terrible stuffy weddings I’ve been to in Kirkwall,” she retorted. “That alone means it’s going to be fantastic. Besides, it’s Cullen and Piper! Whatever sort of wedding they have is going to be marvelous because they’re absolutely marvelous together.” 

Fenris shrugged. “I suppose.”

“Exactly,” Rynne said in satisfaction. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go pester the bride-to-be for details about what a pirate wedding looks like.” She grimaced. “Maker, I hope there are no heels or corsets involved.”

He huffed in amusement. “I would be shocked if there were.”

She grinned at him, then skipped back over to Piper, who was strolling hand-in-hand with Cullen. 

“So,” she said keenly. “How did you propose? Did Cullen burst into tears when you asked him? Tell me everything.”

Cullen gave her a chiding smile, and Piper grinned and ruffled her silvery cloud of hair. “Oh, you know, I was just looking at him with his shirt all half-opened and I thought to myself, ‘you know what would be nice? Having that fine body in my bed for the rest of my dastardly pirate life. Best make him marry me so he’ll get naked with me until the day I die.’” 

Cullen cleared his throat. “Excuse me, I, um. Why don’t I let you have this conversation on your own? I wasn’t finished, er, speaking to Fenris…” 

Piper and Rynne laughed as he fell back to join Fenris, and Rynne linked her arm companionably with Piper’s. “Really though, I’m so happy for you,” she said warmly. “You and Cullen have been like a fairytale since the moment we met.”

Piper grinned. “The lecherous pirate captain and the prim navy commander? I haven’t heard that fairytale before.”

Rynne chuckled. “Not that bit, maybe, but the way you look at him. And the way he looks at you!” She sighed dramatically and fanned herself. “I could tell how much you loved each other from that very first day.”

Piper scoffed. “What are you on about?”

“Remember when Cullen came to drag me back to Hightown?” Rynne said. “You saw him coming and you lit up like a lantern. And he took one look at you and his face went white because he was so worried you were going to be caught. It was so sweet, I thought my teeth would fall out.”

Piper scoffed again and poked her in the arm. “You’re such a romantic sap, you know that?”

Rynne laughed, but she noted fondly that the tips of Piper’s ears were turning pink again. Then Piper bumped her with her hip. “What about you and Fen, then? You were making eyes at him from the moment we met.”

“Oh, I know,” Rynne said with relish. “It wasn’t love at first sight because that’s nugshit, but it was definitely ‘he made my heart speed up from the second I looked at him and I want to know everything about him’ at first sight.”

Piper snorted a laugh. “That kind of sounds like love at first sight.”

Rynne suddenly perked up. “Actually, speaking of first sight – did you know that Fenris and I actually had seen each other before that day in the market?”

Piper’s eyes widened. “What? When?”

“A few weeks before,” she said. “I was standing at the mouth of the market trying to find the balls to go in even though my handmaids and my guard were with me, and I saw Fenris. He looked at me, completely by chance I think, and… he was frowning,” she said thoughtfully. “But for a split second, his face just… relaxed.” She pressed her hand to her chest. “I swear, Piper, I stopped breathing for a moment.” 

Piper smiled broadly at her, and Rynne rolled her eyes in a self-deprecating way. “I’m making an idiot of myself, aren’t I? I sound like a girl from a romance novel.”

“Yes, you do,” Piper said.

They both burst into laughter, and Piper elbowed her. “Ah, I’m just picking on you. I’m happy for you, really. And for Fen. Fuck knows he deserves to be happy.”

Rynne squeezed her arm. “He’s happy for you and Cullen, too.”

“Oh, I know,” Piper said. “That’s why he’s not saying anything. If he wasn’t happy, I’d hear all about it.” She snickered.

Rynne smiled, but with a little pang in her chest. Piper’s words were an odd echo of her earlier thoughts. 

A moment later, Piper shot her a little sideways look. “Do you ever find it strange?” she asked.

“Do I find what strange?” Rynne said.

Piper shrugged. “Being, you know.” She jerked her head to indicate Fenris and Cullen, who were talking quietly behind them, then lowered her voice. “Being, um, in love.”

“Oh, it’s extremely strange,” Rynne said earnestly. “I didn’t think I’d ever feel this way about anyone. Maker’s balls, I didn’t think I’d ever get the chance. I thought I’d end up as some old asshole’s breeding cow.”

Piper stared at her. “Fenedhis. Well, that’s fucking grim.”

“I know,” Rynne said matter-of-factly. “And look where I am instead! I’ve ended up with Fenris. And he’s just…” 

He’s everything, she thought. His intelligence, his snark, his anger and his tenderness… Maker’s balls, he was absolutely everything. His deep and thoughtful voice was the first thing she wanted to hear every morning, and the warm skin of his scarred and tattooed back was the last thing she wanted to feel before she fell asleep every night. 

Nothing could be worse than the thought of living without you, he’d told her. And Rynne felt exactly the same way about him. 

She smiled at Piper. “I never imagined this. I have an active imagination, believe me, but I didn’t imagine this.”

Piper cleared her throat. “Yeah,” she said gruffly. “I know what you mean.”

I know you do, Rynne thought fondly. Piper’s face was half-hidden by her gorgeous wavy hair, but Rynne could still see her smile. It was the same sort of smile that Cullen had when he and Piper had announced their engagement. It was the same sort of smile Fenris wore when he looked at her every night as they lay curled together in his spartan bed. 

Rynne leaned in a little closer. “Did you ever feel this way about anyone before Cullen?”

“No,” Piper said immediately and very firmly. “Not even a little bit. That’s why I want to marry him.”

“That’s a great fucking reason to marry someone,” Rynne said softly.

Piper shot her a tiny smile. “I like to think so.”

Rynne beamed at her. Just as she was about to start asking about pirate weddings, however, Piper looked up suddenly.

Up ahead, Merrill came to a stop and also looked up. Rynne looked at them both with wide eyes. “What’s–?”

Piper held up a hand, and Rynne closed her mouth. She glanced back at Fenris, and her heart did a little flip of alarm: he had also stopped, and his face turned in the same direction as Piper’s and Merrill’s.

“Something’s happening,” Piper murmured vaguely. “It’s…”

“Look out!” Dorian barked. A second later, a group of strange pirates burst from the waist-high ferns and attacked them. 

Rynne squealed in alarm and whipped out her dagger. She dodged swiftly away from the grasping hands of a swarthy female pirate, who cried out in agony when Piper’s épée sank through her gut.

An instant later, Fenris was by her side. “I will guard your back,” he snarled.

“All right,” she panted. A skinny but furious-looking man was advancing on her with a large sword in hand, and Rynne swiftly slid around to his sword-bearing side, forcing him to circle sideways to face her. He swung at her a few times, but his aim was haphazard and careless, and Rynne evaded him quite easily. 

He lashed out and grabbed her wrist, but Rynne quickly twisted her arm, forcing her attacker’s shoulder down into an awkward position. Once he was distracted, she jammed her blade into his eye. He released her with a howl of pain, and she stabbed him in the neck.

Then someone slammed into her side, ploughing her to the ground and knocking the air from her lungs. She struggled to breathe, but her attacker was on top of her and his meaty hand was shoving her head down and into the ground…  

Her heart was a panicked tattoo in her ears. Dirt and leaves were all she could see. Unable to see her attacker properly, she stabbed wildly backwards with her dagger, and a little bit of satisfaction diluted her panic when the blade grazed solid flesh. 

All at once, she was free. She gasped in a breath and scrambled onto her hands and knees. Fenris was crouched in front of her with his scimitar drawn, and her attacker was dead at his feet.

She quickly took stock of the others as she shakily shoved herself upright. Cullen and Piper were fighting back-to-back and taking on three pirates at once, and Dorian was driving his opponent back with a gilded dagger in each hand. As Rynne watched, Merrill darted toward her attacker and beneath his beefy arm before slashing a vicious gash across his belly with her shortsword. Blood poured from the wound, setting Rynne’s stomach to roiling, but there was no time to ruminate; there were two attackers left, and both of them were focused on Fenris, who was holding them off with his customary silent snarl. 

Rynne darted out from behind Fenris and kicked one of his opponents in the back of the knee, causing the woman’s leg to buckle and bringing her crashing to her knees. Before the woman could do more than gasp in surprise, Rynne stabbed her in the neck, then once more for good measure. By the time Rynne spun around to look at Fenris again, his remaining foe was dead. 

Rynne whipped around to the others to see if they needed help, but their enemies were dead as well: eleven dead pirates in total against their six. Maker’s balls, they’d been outnumbered. This could have been bad, and they hadn’t even seen it coming… 

Her stomach lurched, and she forced herself to breathe deeply through her lips so she wouldn’t vomit. It’s fine, she told herself firmly. We survived, we’re fine, everyone’s still standing, there’s no reason to be scared–

Fenris squeezed her shoulder. “Are you all right?” he demanded. His eyes were darting over her face and body for injuries. He was bloodied too, but with no major injuries that she could see. 

She took another deep breath, then smiled. “I’m fine,” she said. She pointed at the woman she’d just killed. “This dame here, not so much.”

Fenris let out a breath. “Venhedis,” he muttered. He gently stroked her neck before ushering her over to the others, who were searching the now-dead bodies.

Piper shoved her hair back and looked up at them as they approached. “They’re the same crew as that bunch from last night,” she said. She pointed to one of the dead men’s forearms, which bore a tattoo of a jackal’s head. “That’s Ianto’s sigil.”

“Shit,” Rynne breathed. 

“We should be prepared for more violence,” Cullen said. “Ianto’s people take prisoners, and I do not mean that in a positive way.”

Rynne shot him a guarded glance. His face was more stonelike and stern than she’d ever seen. “Have you had run-ins with him before?” she asked.

“Yes,” Cullen said curtly. “But now is not the time to elaborate. From now on, we should be more careful. More cautious of our surroundings.” 

His tone was slightly censorious, and Rynne’s belly twisted. Was she to blame for this attack? Had she and Piper been talking too loudly?

Fuck, she thought in dismay. But there was no time to apologize; Merrill was talking now in a worried tone. “We must be quick,” she said urgently. She looked at Piper and Fenris in turn. “You felt it before the attack, didn’t you? Something is wrong.”

“Wrong with what?” Dorian said.

“With the forest,” Merrill said tensely. “It was trying to send us a message. We have to help.”

“Help who?” Dorian said irritably. “Try and remember that you have three lumbering humans along for the journey.”

“The forest!” Merrill said impatiently. “The spirit that’s calling to us, the spirit of–”

“Fen’Harel doesn’t exist,” Fenris snapped. 

Rynne stepped close to him and soothingly stroked his arm, but Merrill glared at him. “Say whatever you like, Fenris, but you can’t ignore this. You felt it too.” She turned to Piper. “Please, Captain. We have to hurry.”

Piper nodded, and Merrill relaxed slightly. “This way,” she said to them all, and she set off at a brisk jog. 

They all fell into step behind her. No one spoke for a time, which didn’t help the ominous wriggling feeling in Rynne’s belly; she would have much preferred if everyone was joking around like they had done before, but if Cullen thought they needed to be quiet… 

She chewed her lip to stop herself from speaking. When Fenris broke the silence and spoke to her, she was pathetically grateful.

“You handled yourself well,” he said quietly. 

She shot him a smile. “You smooth talker. That’ll get you everywhere with me.”

He continued to frown at her. “When we run into the rest of these slavers, stay by my side,” he said. “I will keep you safe.”

“Maybe I’ll be the one keeping you safe,” Rynne replied. “I handle myself quite well, you know. Someone extremely smart and handsome once told me that.”

To Rynne’s pleasure, the corner of his mouth quirked in a tiny smile. “You are truly irrepressible,” he murmured.

“I try,” she said cheerfully. After all, what other choice was there but to keep trying and hoping for the best? 

She took Fenris’s hand as they continued to lope along in Merrill’s wake. It’s going to be fine, she thought. She and the others would keep fighting and staying safe, and they were going to discover the source of this mystery voice and find some lovely treasure like Piper said, and everything was going to be fine. 

Everything was going to be absolutely fine, just like it always was.

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Even if it hurts (E.D. AU)

Pairing: gangster!Ethan Dolan x lawyer!reader

Summary: When Ethan Dolan, the most dangerous man in New York walks into Y/N’s office in need of a lawyer and with claims of being framed for a crime he didn’t commit, their lives quickly become intertwined and the mutual attraction between them soon becomes impossible to ignore.

Warnings: violence, angst, fluff, swearing, drinking

Word count: ~11.1k

Heart pounding in my ears and chest, I find my breath halt in my throat. A hand covers my mouth, pulling me closer and I find myself unable to fight. Back against a firm chest, another arm wrapping around my waist, my wide eyes look around in panic as my first exhale fights its way to my nose. It clears my mind just enough to stop the lingering scream deep within my being from forming, just enough to recognize the smell that fills my nostrils. I know that smell, the expensive cologne that intoxicated me for the better part of the year.

It's him.

„Stay down and be quiet. Can you do that for me?“ He whispers in my ear, bringing about a chill that spreads down my back and takes over my entire body.

I nod, shakily turning to glance at him. If I were to die, I wanted his face to be the last thing I see.

Even if it is his fault I am in this position.

10 months ago

I've always been goal-oriented, ambitious to a fault some would say. I considered it my greatest value, something that allowed me to be a trailblazer despite obstacles I encountered in life. I've made several sacrifices to get to where I am today and although I have become who I always wanted to be, I had one thing left to achieve.

To become partner.

Being a lawyer specialized in criminal law is daunting, something many avoid for high profile cases, though rare, usually ensure you have a target on your back for the remainder of your life. I found it thrilling. I never expected to get a high profile case, satisfied helping those who needed my help and building my career as the youngest lawyer in New York City.

Little did I know that would all change.

„Y/N, we have a client and no one else is in. Do you mind taking the case?“ Spoke Katherine, the assistant and in a way the only friend I have. I smile and nod, giving her a go ahead.

„Sure, I'm not busy.“ Just as I finished the sentence, he walked through the door.

Now don't get me wrong, I am in no way, shape or size a hopeless romantic that falls head over heels for guys who walk into my office or any guy really, but it's hard to ignore the feeling this man imposed. With his height alone, this man attracted many unwanted looks and attention. He's tall and even under his classy clothes, his muscles are evident. I swallow thickly as my eyes fall to his toned chest and the white dress shirt covering him. The sleeves are pulled up to his elbows, revealing a couple of tattoos on his forearms. His arms fold over his chest, and with such a simple gesture his muscles bulge but that's not what takes my attention. It's a silver, bejeweled ring on his right index finger.

I dare to look up, finding his dark brown hair comely and perfectly tousled as if he spent hours on it, while it probably took a minute and a hand through the silky looking strands. His eyebrows are bushy and unusually arched, framing his deep brown eyes many consider basic, but there's something different in his. Looking into them there is a storm brewing, one that would turn the brown murkier and more dangerous, something many people I defend hold in their hues but none quite like this man. His jawline is sharp and his chin pointy, almost taking the attention off his plush and soft looking pale pink lips many surely lost their heads over.

„Please take a seat.“ I show him to the chair across from mine, just on the other side of my mahogany desk that served as a buffer.

„Thank you.“ The man says politely as he takes a seat, leaning back but his eyes never leave me. Not for a second.

„I am Y/N Y/L/N and I will represent you if you choose to hire me. Now, tell me why do you need my services.“ I have this little speech practiced to perfection, leaving no doubt or possible fear in my voice for clients to detect. I've learned quite quickly that showing fear is the greatest mistake one can make for it will get you either killed or kicked off the case.

I couldn't tell you which option is worse.

„Well, I am Ethan Dolan and I am here because someone is trying to frame me for a crime I did not commit.“ He explains as he crosses his legs, but not the way women do. It's that rest-your-ankle-on-your-knee kind of a way, a wide spread of confidence and yet I always found it to be the opposite. I've learned to look past cockiness.

„And what crime would that be, Mr. Dolan?“ I raise an eyebrow, taking a pen to write his name on a piece of paper for later use. Trust your client is what they teach us in law school, but I find my own background check to be more efficient in the long run.

„Murder.“ His reply is simple and short, passing his lips so effortlessly when in truth it puts my heart to a full stop for a moment before it finds a normal rhythm once more.

„Alright. I'll have to check with senior partners, but as far as I'm concerned I will do my best to acquit you of these charges. I do need more information, Mr. Dolan. An alibi would help.“ I tilt my head slightly to the right, catching a glimpse of a gold chain peering under his collar.

„I have one, I'm just not at liberty to discuss it.“ Ethan's face is stoic, as if none of this touches him. It's as if he's fearless which I'd snort at if this wasn't a business meeting and he my next paycheck.

No man is fearless.

„That's not a problem. It will make my job harder, but it's not uncommon my clients can't divulge their whereabouts. I'll make it work. Anything on the crime itself?“ I try to keep my composure, knowing the intensity of his gaze will start burning holes in my skull if he keeps his unblinking eyes on me any longer.

I'm used to being underestimated due to my age alone, let alone my looks. I'm aware I'm young and I'm sure I am appealing to some, but no one had ever studied me as closely as this man does. This man that doesn't look much older than I am, a man who is perhaps just as driven as I am.

„The murder happened at the docs last month on the 25th of April at approximately 10 pm. A man was killed with a gun and dropped into water. My contacts already warned me the police is building a case against me. From what I've heard, the gun found was mine and they claim to have DNA evidence on the scene.“ Ethan lays out the case with cold precision, his right hand now wrapping around his left ankle that remains atop his right knee.

I nod, scribbling details to check on later, distracting myself from his incredibly good looks. The way he talks is enough for me to know he's more than a petty criminal, but someone high up in rank, probably a gang member.

„I'll check on these myself with the station and a few of my own contacts.“ I chew on the pen cap, narrowing my eyes at the letters written before me. Putting the pen down, I look to Ethan once more.

„Y/N, I'll be honest here. If I would have done this, I'd never be stupid and leave a trace. They'd never find the murder weapon, let alone my DNA. I didn't do this and I expect you to prove it.“ Ethan stands, planting his palms on my desk as he leans forward. The proximity itself would make anyone jump, but I remain calm and in my seat. I face his hard gaze and keep my composure.

I can even see his one inch stubble, a couple of beauty marks and earrings – a stud-like diamond in each ear. There's a faint blemish on his left cheek, one I'd normally never see, but for some reason I'm studying this man as closely as he's studying me.

„Miss Y/L/N.“ I correct him, giving him a curt smile while his lips twitch for the first time since he entered my office, finally spreading into a smile. His smile isn't as cold as I expected it to be, but it's dangerous. Just as his eyes hold a danger I'm unaware of, so does his smile. A part of me thought he never smiles, maybe smirks from time to time, but this was a full, pearly whites on show kind of a smile.

It's alarming how disarming it is.

„Miss Y/L/N.“ Ethan repeats, dragging out my last name like it's the sweetest tune he'd ever heard. I'd like to say it made me melt or allowed a thousand butterflies to shed their cocoons and fly inside my stomach, but it didn't. It made sharks swim inside my stomach and a nauseating sense of discomfort take over.

„Right. So, I'll call you in a couple of days with information and until then...lay low. Lets not give them any ammo to use against you, because I'm sure they're watching you closely. Even a minor offense will be cause for arrest and we can't afford that just yet. So, lay low and wait for me to call. I'll try to make this speedy and get the charges dropped as soon as they're made.“ I stand up, walking around the table and standing in front of him. Each click of my heel made me cringe inwardly, but outside I kept a picture of confidence and peace.

„Lay low...I can do that. I'll be waiting by the phone...Miss Y/L/N.“ Ethan outstretches his hand for me to shake and although everything inside me screamed not to, I knew this might help build a relationship which would ensure his trust and that is always a good thing.

As soon as my hand touched his, his fingers curled around it and encased my hand. Ethan gently lifts my hand up, bending down as well until his lips touch the back of it.

I was right...his lips are soft and plush and oh so very kissable, but they also bring an unfathomable desire to run and hide.

No, I am not afraid of Ethan Dolan. I am afraid of the tingling sensation his lips left on the back of my hand even when they parted, even when his hold on it relented. Even when he smirked and passed by me and left my office. Even as I fell asleep that night.

„Do you know who that is?!“ Katherine whisper shouts, closing the door behind her. It startles me enough to turn around with a gasp, a hand over my chest.

„First: not cool! Second: who?“ I tap my foot as she approaches, nervously looking around.

„I googled him! It's Ethan Dolan, one of the most dangerous men in New York, possibly in the US.“ She speaks in a hush tone, folding her arms over he chest as she nibbles on her bottom lip.

„So? I don't care. My job is to make sure everyone has a fair trial and I'll do that, even for the most dangerous man in New York.“ I state, grabbing my phone to start making calls and get to the bottom of this case.

Sooner I'm done, sooner I can forget him. Even angels have wicked schemes and he's someone who takes devils to new extremes. It's best I'm far from the eye of that particular storm.

**

„You called, Miss Y/L/N?“ Ethan peaks inside my office, only a second after knocking.

I sigh, painting a smile on my face regardless of the disturbance. I had wished for a moment alone to collect myself and properly process the day's events. Ethan didn't know that, so he strolled right inside.

„I've made some calls and talked to a few friends in the force.“ I stand, ignoring the stinging pain shooting from my feet to my ankles, knees and back. Wearing heels all day is a form of torture.

I move in front of the desk and beside the chair Ethan had settled in. Leaning on the table, I fold my arms over my chest and look him directly in the eye.

„I've seen the evidence and it's circumstantial at best. The gun did have your fingerprints, however it's not registered to you. There was no DNA left on the scene, so your guys got that wrong.“ I list, unintentionally throwing in a jibe.

I realize what I said a moment too late. Ethan only clicks his tongue, almost entertained with my sharpness, but chooses to remain silent.

„I've found some things that just don't add up. They didn't use the usual coroner, the body itself might not have been examined right so I petitioned for an autopsy done by a trusted pathologist. They built the entire case on the premise you usually are at the docs at the same time every week and of course, the gun which we can always argue was stolen. I've already gotten a court order to get any video surveillance from the area to prove you didn't come to the docs that night at all, but it will give us a chance to see who did.“ My voice is tired and slightly strained, as if I'm going through motions. I know I'm doing a bad job covering it, which means he might pick up on it.

The way he holds my gaze, I know he's a perceptive man. He's someone who needs to be a good judge of character, to read people quickly and determine if that person is trustworthy or not.

But, so am I.

For some odd reason, I trust him. I believe him and I will defend him. It's ridiculous because this might be the only crime he didn't commit, but I plan on doing my job regardless. I don't know this man, but I think...I think I shouldn't write him off as the bad guy straight away.

„I'm impressed, Miss Y/L/N.“ Ethan chimes in, pursing his lips and I have to force myself not to give into my mind's sudden want to study his lips. They may or may not have some kind of magical ability to make me question my sanity, but I will not be unprofessional and give into what might be a simple case of curiosity.

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but I will not let it kill me.

„You seem to have a good handle on the case. However, I do have concerns.“ Ethan furrows his eyebrows, pushing them closer until a single vertical line appears between them. He puts his right, ringed index finger on his chin, lightly touching his bottom lip and cocks his head to the side.

„If you have concerns, I'm always here to help clear them.“ Though I sound overly nice and too eager to please, I have to remind myself this is my job and I'd be the same way with any client, not just Ethan.

But if that were true I'd address him as Mr. Dolan, even in my thoughts.

„Well, you're here way past working hours which is a double-edged blade...I'm grateful you're working overtime to clear my name, but if you overwork yourself this might end up backfiring. I can hear it in your voice. You are tired, Miss Y/L/N and I hope you take the rest of the night and enjoy yourself. I'd be willing to drive you home and even pay for dinner.“ Ethan slyly suggests and I scoff openly. I don't bother hiding my reaction from him this time around and I sense his demeanor change instantly.

„Did I insult you in any way?“ His jaw clenches, his eyes darkening and I step back shaking my head.

„I can't accept any gifts from clients and I definitely can't involve myself personally. It's unprofessional and I expect you to stop blurring the lines here.“ My tired tone has successfully transformed into a stern one, unforgiving and he knows it too.

Ethan stands, folding his arms over his chest and furrowing his eyebrows.

„I didn't intend to blur any lines, Miss Y/L/N. I only meant to make sure you get home safe and have a warm meal. I didn't suggest I'd be joining you.“ His response brings up a volcano inside my head, the heat rushing to my cheeks.

He was trying to be a decent human being and I just bombed his attempts.

„I'm sorry if I got the wrong impression. It's been a long day and I'll keep your concerns in mind. I still don't think anything you suggested would be appropriate, but I do thank you for it.“ I smile softly, hoping to soften his hardened face.

His left eye narrows ever so slightly, like he's sizing me up and determining if I'm worth the trouble or not. But then his face softens and his arms fall by his side as he takes a few sturdy steps towards me. His right hand clenches and relaxes before he pockets it.

„It's alright. Many get the wrong impression. I know the rumors they spread about me. I just hope you can look past them. I make a lot of questionable choices, some many deem immoral or illegal, but I'm not a bad person Miss Y/L/N. I'll be waiting for your next call.“ Ethan sighs, his face falling as he walks by me, our arms brushing against each other and for a moment, in that silence that followed, I swear I heard electricity cackle at contact.

**

It was supposed to be a relaxing night of drinking my favorite wine and watching the latest episodes of my favorite shows on Netflix. It was supposed to be that way, but it turned into anything but.

„Hello? Yes, this is she. HE WHAT? I'll be down as soon as possible.“

That's how I found myself running to my closet to put together a proper outfit as my client, Ethan Dolan, was arrested near the border with almost half a million dollars in his trunk.

I rushed to the station, immediately greeting the officer who gave me a call earlier. We dated briefly a couple of years ago when I was just a law student, but he's married now and I'm still married to my job. We remained friendly and he became my greatest asset in the police force.

„I'm here, you can let up on Mr. Dolan now.“ I smile at Duncan, turning on the charm. Sure he's married, but I know how to read people and Duncan never stopped feeling that attraction he had for me.

It never hurts to put on a nice show, does it?

„Don't worry Y/N. You have him properly trained. The boy barely said a word since we took him in. The only thing he did say is to call you and that's all. I'm surprised you took on such a case.“ Duncan leaned on his desk, his hands behind him for support as a fond smile appears on his face.

I return the smile, cautiously speaking.

„I'm a lawyer. Anyone with a check can hire me to defend them in court. Why not try a challenge?“ I wink at him, pointing to the hall.

„Room two?“ I question, already taking off.

I heard Duncan's footsteps behind me, rushing with his keys jiggling. He surpasses me, managing to unlock the door on the first try. I nod in acknowledgement, walking inside and he closes the door behind me.

„Sorry to wake you.“ Ethan plasters a fake smile on his face, one that didn't hold any charm, only venom. He's pissed.

„I was awake anyway. So...“ I approach the desk, sitting in my designated spot.

„Why take so much money and be so close to the border?“ I ask without beating around the bush. He'll either be honest with me or he'll lie through his teeth. Either way, I'll know the truth and I'll know if he and I will have a good collaboration during the case.

„I can't tell you.“ He says, averting his gaze from me for the first time since I've met him and if that's not alarming on its own, then the bruise forming around his left eye is.

„Who punched you?“ I put a little more pressure, getting a sigh from him.

„Doesn't matter. How much trouble did this get me?“ He counters my question with another of his own and it's my turn to sigh.

„I'm sure you're aware this looks like you're running.“

„BUT I'M NOT!“ Ethan shouts, his usually mellow and calm voice now echoing against the walls.

„Is everything alright in here?“ Duncan opens the door, looking to me for answers. I just nod, letting him know I'm fine.

„I know you weren't running.“ I say quietly, just enough so he can hear me. For the first time ever, I see his poker face dissolve and shock register on his face.

„You do?“ His voice is quiet, but his tone is higher as the surprise passes to his vocal chords as well.

„Yes. You're not that stupid. If you wanted to run you'd probably take a jet and you wouldn't carry that much cash on you. You'd put it in an offshore account. You also wouldn't run when the crime you're being framed for is clearly not your fault.“ I list all the reasons I believe him to be innocent, each of the reasons making his initial hostility disappear and be replaced with awe.

„You're a genius.“ He whispers, his lips remaining parted.

„I just know your way of thinking. I also got more info on the body and I'm sure we can raise enough reasonable doubt for the jury to make the right decision. Ideally, we would have avoided this entire mess of a trial and I would have had the charges dropped, but this arrest made sure we'd see a trial. I'll try to get you out, but you'll have to stay tonight.“ I rest my elbow on the table, using my right hand to rest my head on it.

„You're tired again.“ He states matter-of-factually and I let a smile pass my lips. A true smile, one unadulterated and free of stiffness it's usually accompanied by.

„And orange is not your colour.“ I throw a remark his way, one that widens his eyes and pushes a chuckle past his lips.

„I think I pull it off!“ Ethan's cheery tone isn't lost on me, but I find myself melting in the vibrations his chuckle created inside my heart.

A smile remains on his lips, one I'd usually try to ignore, but I can't. Not anymore. Smiles are supposed to be soft and inviting, but his is charming and deadly. I used to think there is nothing more dangerous than a man with charm until I met him. Ethan’s smile has daggers in it, ones who aim to kill.

Is it so wrong I am a willing victim?

„Keep telling that to yourself, big guy.“ I chuckle too, standing up. I am tired, exhausted even. But I have a job to do and that's to make sure this guy never wears orange again.

„Sleep well, Miss Y/L/N.“ Ethan says fondly and I stop to look at him.

„Don't get yourself killed, Ethan.“ I accidentally say his first name, mentally kicking myself over it immediately. But then his killer smile makes yet another appearance this night and I don't feel so guilty about it anymore.

**

„So I called in a favor and we have a judge willing to listen today. All you have to do is say you're not guilty and let me handle the rest. Okay?“ I know I'm not supposed to coach him, but Duncan was kind enough to let me in for a single minute and I wasn't going to waste it. Ethan nods, quickly following after me and into the patrol car that's taking us to the courthouse.

**

„Not guilty.“ Ethan says just as I asked him to and I hold back a smile.

„As you can tell, my client here only moved his assets to the bank nearest to him. He had no alcohol in his blood at the moment of the arrest. He had no weapon and he definitely hadn't committed a crime. He's a rich man, your honor. If we arrested every wealthy person in New York for handling their own money, we'd need bigger prisons.“ I know the DA had already included the murder charges into the case, using this arrest as a steppingstone to charge him officially.

My goal is to get him out of prison and quickly, because he promised me to survive the night and not cause trouble, but I can tell by the bruises on his face, new ones forming, he had tried his best to do as I asked him to.

„You realize there's more charges brought up against your client?“ The judge raises an eyebrow and I nod.

„I am aware. However, that deserves a trial of its own and I'd prefer my client to wait for that trial in the safety of his own home. One look at Mr. Dolan will tell you exactly why. I'd like him to live to see the trial, your honor.“ I know this argument is compelling, especially because gang bosses rarely survive till trial and the media would be all over the court if Ethan died in jail because they were too stubborn to let him out.

„Fine. Mr. Dolan, until trial you will remain in house arrest with an ankle monitor to make sure you stay put. I also demand you leave your passport before we release you. Bail is set for a 500 000 dollars.“ Judge is about to use her gabble when I stop her, interjecting.

„If I may?“ I can tell the judge is annoyed, but she allows it.

„If the DA is alright with this, I'd like to speed this process up. I'm sure you'd like to wrap the case before the media gets in on it and sooner we get this done the less coverage it will get. Considering the new evidence I left for you this morning, you'll see a lot of bad police-work is involved and I'm sure we'd like to keep that on the down-low?“ I say coyly, looking to the DA and the judge who just furrows her brows.

„You do realize that means picking out a jury that might not be very open to sympathize with your client?“

„Only if he's guilty, your honor.“

„Fine. Jury selection in a week. Now get out of my courtroom.“ She hits the gabble, ending the torture for Ethan for now.

**

„You're really good.“ His hand brushes against mine as we move toward the patrol car.

„I know.“ I smile, nudging him.

„I'll be down to see you next week, okay? I'll have to set up office in your house for convenience. It will help us work faster and more efficiently, get it all done on time. Is that okay?“ I take out my phone to check the address. He lives upstate, while my office is in the middle of the city. It would take too long to travel back and forth, losing us precious time and I needed his input while I worked on the case.

„Of course. You're always welcome to stay, Miss Y/L/N.“ Duncan is the one that pushes his head down and forces him in the car, closing the door behind him. I notice the glare Ethan sends his way, just as I notice how his eyes soften when he looks at me.

„I'll set up his ankle bracelet.“ He states and I wrap my arms around myself for additional warmth as the cold September air begins to chill me to my core.

„Great. Thanks Duncan.“ I give him a small wave, feeling Ethan's piercing gaze on me the entire time.

I watch the car as it drives away, hoping I can get this case done quickly and quietly, ensuring myself a partner spot if I win. I've already had a good two months behind me.

It's been tiring, but I'm determined to win. For myself and for...for Ethan.

**

„You call this house arrest?“ I looked around, twirling in the foyer in shock.

„I've been going stir crazy. Tell me we can get this whole case over soon.“ Ethan walked down the stairs in a pair of shorts, ones that revealed numerous tattoos tainting his skin.

„You do realize a trial can't be over in a blink of an eye. We got you out quickly, but you'll have to deal with this mansion you have for a while longer. This is...this room alone is bigger than my whole apartment.“ I state, frowning and he chuckles.

„You're welcome to stay. I'll have them make you a bed. Loads of guest rooms to choose from.“ Ethan replies, winking and I roll my eyes at him.

„Oh, that's a first. You never rolled your eyes at me before. Are we becoming friends?“ He speaks fast, excitedly and I realize maybe he is going stir crazy.

„I roll my eyes at you all the time...In my head.“ I add the last bit, getting him to burst out laughing.

„That's a good one, Miss Y/L/N.“ Ethan points his right index finger at me, his booming laugh still bouncing off the walls.

„You can call me Y/N. We're not in the office anymore.“ I give him this little inch of ground, one single inch and yet I know he'll take a lot more than an inch.

„Awe, we are becoming friends Y/N!“ Ethan exclaims and I put my hands on my hips, looking up with lips pressed together.

I regret that decision already.

**

As months passed, I've gotten to know Ethan better than I thought I would.

I'd often catch him staring at me, even when he thought he was being stealthy. While he worked at his desk and made calls I pretended not to hear and held meetings I pretended not to acknowledge, I worked on his case in the same room.

I had a bulletin board, every single piece of evidence I could piece together on it and marked in order. I knew we had this in the bag as he'd say, but I needed to be prepared in case they had something new to present me with. I knew I'd have to look into the policemen who did the work as most things didn't make sense.

The footage showed a younger officer was on the job, a single cigarette bud left on the docks and it belonged to the same officer. Those same cigarettes were bought a block away.

Why would a cop be in a shady district he didn't belong in, buying cigarettes, smoking on docks? Why would he commission the autopsy be done by a different coroner?

Once I looked into his records, I found he had gotten his hands on a lot of money recently...Enough to buy a new apartment in Manhattan and a villa in Miami along with a yacht. No cop earns that amount of cash. I don't earn that amount of money!

I hired some help, a detective to follow the officer in question and he already acquired photos of him meeting suspicious men I didn't know.

„I know that one. It's Jacob. He's the head of a rival gang - Black mamba.“ Ethan stopped at my bulletin board, pensive.

„And they're your enemy, right?“ It's a rhetorical question, we both know it.

„Come with me. It's lunch time.“ Ethan takes my hand in his, startling me into a gasp. I don't pull away though, allowing him to guide me outside to the patio as he does every day now.

I know he's growing impatient, frustrated with his captivity and inability to be out there with his men. It's eating him alive that he can't be of help, that his people suffer the consequence.

„You never asked what it is that I really do.“ He states, taking a sip of his orange juice and I do the same, shrugging.

„It's not my business to poke my nose where it doesn't belong. My job is to get the charges dropped.“

„You're not curious at all?“ Ethan cocks his right eyebrow, swiping his tongue across his lower lip and if I wasn't seated already, I'd be swept off my feet for sure.

He has a way with words, his gestures always mean more. He is a charming man, one who is extremely intelligent and knows how to manipulate people to get what he wants. It's impressive how he works his magic on unsuspecting victims, but I knew how to fight him on it.

„I wouldn't say that. I just think you'd tell me if you wanted to. No pressure.“ I reply calmly, folding my hands in my lap as he leans into his seat.

„I'm not a criminal, Y/N.“ I'm still trying to get used to him calling me by my name. It rolls off his tongue like velvet, so smoothly and enriched with undefined emotion.

„I will admit to having a colorful past...I used to deal for money to get my dad proper treatment. But as time went on, I got enough money to buy my way to a better life. I own several hotels and clubs, most do have illegal casinos and fight clubs under, but we don't kill people. We don't allow for criminal activities. In fact, our policy is to let people have fun but not ruin their lives. I've always had a good relationship with the force and the city because of it before, but whoever is framing me had corrupted the police.“

„I killed someone.“ I stop his confession with one of my own. He stops talking, visibly curious and a little shaken up. To be honest, I'm not sure why I'm telling him this. It's crossing a boundary and I know once I do, the lines will no longer be blurred, they'll be erased. But I want him to know I'm not judging him. I know of his past, I just never told him I knew. I know he had a rough childhood...losing his mother and twin the same day he took his first breath. His dad being sick and his older sister taking it hard...He took care of them the best he could at the time. He did what he had to.

So, yes, I will let him know of my past if that means he can trust me. I want him to trust me.

„It wasn't intentional. Self defense and it happened while I was an undergrad student...My parents had always thought I'd marry their friends' son, Lewis. He was charming and could always convince the room he was right. He commanded respect and always seemed perfect...Until he tried to force himself on me. I pushed him off me before he could...“ I trail off, averting my gaze but before I know it, Ethan is crouching beside me, his hands taking my cold ones into his warmth.

„It's okay. You don't have to share anything more.“ He says softly, making me want to continue.

„He hit his head and it was instant death. My lawyer saved me from a lifetime in prison over a crime I didn't meant to commit. My parents cut me off after that and I had to work three times harder to get to where I am today as result. But I am proud to help others escape a fate I almost lived. I hope you know I'm not judging you, Ethan. I will get you out. I will.“

Ethan raises his hand, his fingers brushing my bottom lip gingerly and I hold my breath, refusing to move. My brain is screaming no, knowing this could get me disbarred, but I want to feel his lips so badly that I know should he make a move, I won't stop him.

„I know you will. And I promise to protect you during the process.“ He tugs at my bottom lip with his thumb before stepping back and I finally take a breath, letting out the pent up air flow freely.

That night, Ethan and I laid our souls bare in front of each other. He didn't spare any detail of his life, letting me in on the good, the bad, the ugly. And there was a lot more of the latter than I'd like to admit. But I understood him better, on a deeper level many would never.

Ethan soon began to notice things about me most people never knew. He knew how I take my coffee or if I need to be cut off. He knew when to make me take a break, because my eye would start twitching like I'm possessed. He knew when I'm too tired to make the drive back to the city and made me sleep in one of his guest rooms. He knew which pizza I liked and when I craved it. Hell, I think he even figured out my menstrual cycle as pads and tampons mysteriously appeared in the house a few days before I was meant to start my period.

It was both comforting and infuriating. Mostly because I had come to know the same about him.

He likes his coffee black (as he often jokes is his soul), just like he likes dairy free pineapple pizza we always argue over; I think it should be illegal and he disagrees. He likes to have a sip of whisky before bed to relax his mind, but he also likes a glass of wine with dinner. His favorite car is a Jeep and his favorite hotel is the one he owns in Hawaii. He loves to travel, but is a workaholic. He loves to goof around and yet, his work ethic is flawless. Ethan is creative, even if he hides that side of him. He isn't a playboy as many would believe for he made sure I knew the name of every girl he came in contact whenever I'd see him with one. I never asked him to provide that information, but he was adamant. Ethan likes yellow, although I could argue that's an understatement. His entire mansion is woven in golden colors intertwining with black undertones. Hell, even his socks are yellow if his outfit is black. I find it to be a true testament to his character – despite the darkness looming within, Ethan is the epitome of sunshine.

I've come to see a different side to him, one that had nothing to do with his occupation. When he's focused on work, Ethan is serious incorporated, but a moment away from the job, his true colors shine through and a goofy persona takes over – a man that is loving, kind and accepting. He's open to new things, experiences and people, never backing down from a challenge.

In all the time we spent together I have come to a conclusion: Ethan Dolan is not a bad guy, only a good guy that was put in a series of bad situations and he did the best he could with what he was given.

**

„Are you okay?“ Ethan speaks, breaking the veil of silence that had lingered in his study for hours. I stood before my bulletin board, aware that no matter what happens I'll make a lot of enemies once this case is over. The corruption ran deep and once I exposed corrupt cops, those above them – the very men that paid them to do their biding, those men will be coming for me. It's potentially a very dangerous endeavor and I've become far too aware of it as of late.

I always have a feeling someone's following me and no, this isn't just a woman's instinct. It's not about me walking home alone in the dark nor about the fact that I keep seeing the same man in my close proximity every day. It's about what Ethan told me only a month into this case.

„You're about to make a lot of dangerous people very angry, Miss Y/L/N. I'll understand if you choose to step down.“

„I'm aware of the risk it brings, but I cannot allow these men to continue obstructing justice. I have to believe things will work out for the better.“

„At least allow some of my men to accompany you.“ Ethan pressed, but I waved him off.

„I'm fine on my own. But thank you for the offer.“

I'm not sure I made the best choice, but a choice was made and I don't have a chance to start again. Either way, most my time is spent in his mansion as the case goes to trial tomorrow and we will either win or lose...whatever happens, we will do this together.

„I'm fine, Mr. Dolan. You should get some rest.“ I mumble, barely keeping my words and thoughts coherent. I stare at the board pensively, feeling him coming closer without having to look back. I can feel his presence, even when I'm on the other side of the room. I'm not a firm believer in auras, but if they are real, his is incredibly powerful and magnetic, alluring to the point of hopelessness sinking in when I try to fight it.

Working side by side with a man you're attracted to, not only physically but mentally as well...I'd call it torture. All I want is to press my lips against his, close my eyes and take it in. I'd be willing to let all my previously established beliefs burn to the ground, all for a single kiss and I'm barely holding onto who I was before I met him as it is.

„Ouch...Mr. Dolan. Back to that, huh?“ Ethan's voice is low and somehow still cheery. While he keeps his tone down, the emotion in his voice is palpable.

I think he feels it too.

Sighing, my right hand moves across my abdomen and clasps my left elbow. Turning around, first thing I see is his gold chain and it's much closer than I initially realized. He is so close I'm afraid he can hear my heart beating out my chest.

„Sorry, Ethan. I'm just tired.“ I emphasize his name, hoping it lessens the professional tone that had taken over me.

It's a constant fight really, the lawyer vs. the girl.

„Here's a crazy thought, maybe you should rest too.“ His tone is light and sweet, his arms moving up. With his right hand, he gently tilts my chin up to connect his gaze to mine. With his left hand he strokes my right arm, so tenderly I'm unsure if it's his touch or just a ghost of his touch I feel.

„You're right.“ I whisper, eyes flickering to his lips for a moment and they curl at the corners, forming an impish smile.

„Always am.“ He speaks, wetting his bottom lip. Ethan blinks slowly, reminding me of a cat that's expressing affection. He'd probably cackle if he knew I compared him to a cat, insisting he's a lion and anything but domesticated all the while not realizing he is both wild and domestic, a perfect combination of an adventurous dreamer and a professional realist.

The tip of his index finger remains on my chin a while longer, making me hyper-aware of the closeness between us. I feel my lips tingle, parting in need and his follow suit. Faint smell of whiskey hits me, but I don't find it foul nor do I step back.

Reluctantly, I put my hands on his shoulders and push myself to look into his eyes. In this moment they're anything but ordinary. His eyes are alight with desire and craving he'd been suppressing for a long time, the earthly tones twirling in a pool of lake green until they're hazel instead of his usual brown.

I liked the brown, they comforted me. But the hazel intoxicated me, captivated me.

„You know we can't.“ I whisper the last words my sanity had to offer, hating myself for even thinking about anything except his lips in this moment.

In that split second before his touch every nerve in my body and brain is electrified. It's the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words, in a way that's so completely tangible.

Ethan leans in, his forehead resting on mine and the tip of his nose brushing against mine. My left hand moves around his shoulder and to the back of his head, fingers grasping at the short hair. He's breathing heavily, his eyes closed. And so I allow myself the comfort of closing my eyes as well. My right hand drifts down his collarbone and to his chest, stopping right where his thundering heart wildly fought the bony confines that kept it in place.

„Once this case is over, I plan on wooing you Miss Y/L/N.“ Ethan speaks suddenly, voice strained and yet filled with determination.

„I'm going to woo you so hard you won't remember why you ever fought this attraction in the first place. Your head will only think of me, your heart will only beat for me. You will crave every moment of your life is spent by my side and you will remember this sweet torture as time wasted...time you could have spent in my arms, in my embrace.“

God he has a way with words and I know I was right...he's a charming man, one I already want in my life, my bed and he knows that too. But he respects me enough to allow me to be who I am, a lawyer who values her principles. A person who never jumps head first, but dips her toes and slowly submerges. A person that measures five times before cutting and a person who needs to be absolutely certain before taking a step further.

It only makes me care for him more.

Painfully slow, Ethan moves back and away from me, walking to the door before casting me a look.

„Goodnight and good luck. I believe in you.“

Fuck, I want him so bad in every way possible.

**

A tight squeeze of his hand in mine is all I need to breathe properly again. The closer we are to the courthouse, the more press you see. Today the jury will be presented with all the evidence and hear my final argument why Ethan Dolan should be allowed to walk out a free man. Today is what the past ten months have all lead to – the intrigue, the longing, the emotional vulnerability we both shared. It comes down to this single day.

„Whatever happens, know that I am grateful for everything you've done for me.“ Ethan gives me a reassuring smile, one I barely return but I make the effort...For him.

The car stops and our hands part, no longer intertwined, no longer comforting.

We manage to get through the crowd, walking inside with a minute to spare. Once inside, we were no longer Ethan and Y/N, but a client with his lawyer.

I presented the findings, the photos, the connections and bank accounts of the officer who tampered with evidence and of course, my own coroner who served as an expert witness...Even Duncan agreed to testify for Ethan and against the cop who clearly sold his soul to the devil.

Expedited trials are always draining, some more than others, but this took a toll on me. Mostly because I couldn't deny a personal involvement.

„The jury will now retire to deliberate. Once they reach a decision, we will call you back.“

The gabble hit and I turned to leave, knowing Ethan is close behind. I kept a stoic face for the crowd, but the moment we walked into a private conference room, I turned around and slammed my body against his, practically jumping in his arms. My arms wrapped around him tightly as did his, sharing a bone crushing hug we both needed. I could feel him shake in my embrace, but so did I.

„You did great.“ He mumbles in my hair, making my heart skip a beat at the sound of his voice.

Ethan sets me down on my feet and I straighten my outfit, dragging my sweaty palms over the fabric to smooth out any wrinkles.

„Now we wait.“ I smile, trying to hide how anxious I am.

We sat in that room for hours, both bouncing our legs and hands, talking about the most ridiculous things either of us could think of. It's how I discovered he was a conspiracy theory enthusiast...ironically he is a part of one now.

„They've reached a decision.“ I look at my phone, my smile falling and I feel myself paling. If I'm this nervous, I can only imagine how he feels. I stand, quickly walking over to him and cup his face. I look into his eyes, trying to find courage to tell him what lies in my heart, but I fail to do so. The words simply won't form. The decision was made quickly which can go both ways: good for us or bad...very bad.

Instead of speaking, we share this one last look and leave the room as we came in – two people who have everything to lose.

If the charges are dropped, I promised myself to let myself love him. I promised to give him my all, even if it hurts. He makes me want to dive in, head first and for that I know I will not change my mind.

We sit, remaining silent as we can be while the room fills with quiet whispers and predictions of the outcome. The air is so brittle it could snap, and if it doesn't, I might. In seconds we will know, we will cheer the roof right off or pain will engulf us entirely.

My mind is closed to all outside influences as I stand, focusing only on the jury entering and the paper with their decision being passed to the judge. I can see, but the sound is off, the only sound being my frightened heart inside my chest.

„Not guilty.“ That's all I hear.  

Next thing I know I'm engulfed in Ethan's arms, swayed left-right as a heavy sigh passes my lips and is absorbed by his well tailored suit. I allow myself a few seconds longer in his embrace, knowing any longer would be suspicious and the last thing we need now is doubt.

The very moment we part, a single step away, that's when a loud shot sounds in the courtroom and panic settles in.

I find myself on my knees, hearing screams around me and numerous shots fired right after.

Heart pounding in my ears and chest, I find my breath halt in my throat. A hand covers my mouth, pulling me closer and I find myself unable to fight. Back against a firm chest, another arm wrapping around my waist, my wide eyes look around in panic as my first exhale fights its way to my nose. It clears my mind just enough to stop the lingering scream deep within my being from forming, just enough to recognize the smell that fills my nostrils. I know that smell, the expensive cologne that intoxicated me for the better part of the year.

It's him.

„Stay down and be quiet. Can you do that for me?“ He whispers in my ear, bringing about a chill that spreads down my back and takes over my entire body.

I nod, shakily turning to glance at him. If I were to die, I wanted his face to be the last thing I see.

Even if it is his fault I am in this position.

Ethan reaches out under the bench, grabbing a gun the guard held in his unmoving, blood splattered hand. Retreating, Ethan takes in a couple of quick breaths before turning to me with a faint smile.

He peaks over the wooden bench behind us, exhaling loudly in relief.

„Come on.“ He grabs my elbow, pulling me up to my feet. Swiftly, his left arm tucks me in his side, his left hand resting on my waist. He looks around carefully, slowly moving forward.

I can feel his heart beating violently fast, matching my shallow breathing. I hold onto him, trusting he'll lead me out safely. I had no doubt in my mind Ethan would protect me just as he promised. I can feel the fear in my chest waiting to take over. It sits there like an angry ball propelling me towards an anxiety I just don't need in this moment for it could be deadly.

„Y/N, are you listening to me?“ Ethan whispers, shaking me lightly to get my attention. I look up with eyes wide, seeing a flash of worry and anger mix in his brown eyes. But there's something else I see...

Fear.

I have never seen Ethan so afraid and I don't think it's his life he fears for.

„Yes.“ I whisper back, my lips quivering as my chin trembles in my own fear that I couldn't hide. Fear for myself...fear for him.

„When I tell you to run, you run. Do you understand me?“ Ethan speaks in a rushed manor, his words clear, but his command isn't.

„You want me to leave you?“ I ask incredulously.

„I want you to do as I asked and run. Okay? Don't look back, don't come back, don't do anything that will put you in danger.“ Ethan lists, cupping my face quickly before pulling us behind a pillar.

I can hear the sirens wailing outside, meaning more police, more help is on the way. Outside is safe, inside isn't. So why is Ethan insisting I run and he stays?

„I can't leave you.“ My voice cracks, even in a whisper. I feel the oncoming tears put pressure in my eyes, trying to blur my vision.

„You can.“ Ethan's tone shifts, becoming sharp and it's clear he's not negotiating with me. Not anymore.

„Do this for me, please. You saved this villain's soul, now let me save your life. It's my fault it's in danger anyway.“ His left eye narrows ever so slightly, almost like an involuntary twitch as his gaze focuses on my face. It feels as if he's studying every line of my face one last time, hoping the image of it stays with him.

„You were never the villain of my story, Ethan. Quite the opposite...You're the main protagonist and you have a role to play still. I'm begging you to come with me. Don't go chasing death when I need you.“ I'm pleading, praying he sees just how strongly I feel for him.

I never loved someone as I loved him. I know now love is more than just a physical intimacy, but a deep need to keep your lover safe. It's about building each other up, growing together and becoming better versions of yourself with someone's guidance. It's more than saying I love you, but showing it.

Ethan never said the words, but I knew. I knew whenever I'd wake up wrapped in two extra blankets in the morning or when he'd try to cook even if he burned everything, even water. I knew when he took my hand in his and kissed it softly, but never when I was awake. His respect for me was deep, so deep he never tried to steal a kiss.

I knew.

„I'll come back to you. I promise.“ Ethan smiled softly, pecking my forehead quickly before moving away from me and away from the protective pillar we hid behind.

„Run Y/N.“ He says sternly and I stumble back, my heart caught in my throat as I see a man on the other side of the long hall slowly approaching us, a man I recognize as Jacob.

„Y/N, please.“ Ethan begs and despite my heart screaming to remain by his side, I do as he asks and bolt for the front entrance. My heels click with each step, echoing in the empty hall. Reaching the door, out of breath and with a heart bleeding for the man left behind, I whip around and cast a look toward him.

Ethan stands calmly, his gun pointed toward Jacob who has his gun up as well. I can hear them talking, but my brain fails to process a single word as I'm grabbed and pulled outside by armed forces, screaming and kicking.

„You have to help him! Please!“ I shout, shaking the man who grabbed me and I quickly recognize it's Duncan.

„They can't enter because there are hostages. Y/N, you know the protocol.“ Duncan tries to reason with me, but the panic inside me rises to critical levels, breaking open every wall I've built to keep my emotions in check.

Gripping my hair at the root, I feel as if the world is spinning around me. I look to Duncan's gun, contemplating taking it and rushing back in.

„Just a little higher.“ Ethan adjusts my stance, his hands serving as support for my own as I clutch the gun in my grasp. His voice rings inside my head as his breath tickles my ear enough to distract me. I take a deep breath, heading his warnings and taking in consideration all the instructions before pulling the trigger.

„I hit the target?!“ I exclaim in question, shocked I have it in me. Jumping, I turn to Ethan who quickly takes the gun from me and puts the safety back on.

„New rule! No jumping with guns!“

I could do it. I could take the gun and if nothing, it will be a good distraction for Ethan to act fast. But it could backfire for it will distract him too.

Shaking my head, I decide to go for it.

In the same moment another shot goes off and I'm petrified, frozen solid with the ice spreading through my veins. I want to move, to run inside or scream and cry, but I can't. I'm stuck staring at the door with a large lump growing bigger inside my throat. I can hardly breathe, my entire body shaking, mind losing focus and time slowing down. I feel as if I'm going to pass out.

And I do.

**

Do you know that feeling where you're convinced your eyelids have turned into led because it's incredibly hard to even begin the process of opening your eyes? A single blink feels like lifting a stone from your eye and your mind just wants to give up, let the weight win and rest for a while longer.

„Y/N, please. I need you to come back to me. I kept my promise.“

I don't have the luxury to rest for a while longer. Not when I hear his mellow voice and the hurt laced in it. I can't rest peacefully when he's calling for me, not even for a moment.

Blinking my eyes open, I groan audibly and enough for his eyes to snap open too and his lips to form a smile I thought I'd never see again. When that shot sounded, I was sure he was gone for good. I was sure I had lost him.

So, how come I'm the one in a hospital bed?

„Why am I?“ Is all I can say, my sandy throat stopping all other words in my throat and I realize I'm parched.

Ethan brings a cup of water to my lips, helping me take a sip to soothe the scratchy feeling.

„You, uh...Jacob was a distraction. You were the target and one of the corrupt cops took a shot at you. A sniper got Jacob, so he's no longer a problem for us.“ I furrow my brows, trying to sit up in my haze. Ethan pushes me down gently and with little to no force as I am too weak to fight him.

„Duncan managed to tackle the guy, but the bullet still hit you. It severed your femoral artery and you lost a lot of blood, but you'll be fine.“ Ethan puts his right palm on my forehead, slowly gliding back and pushing my hair away from my face as my heart flutters.

„Should have stayed with you.“ I state, giving him a half smile.

„I wish I could have protected you. I feel as if I failed you.“ Ethan's head hangs low, but I shake my head a little too fast, finding myself lightheaded even in bed.

„You did great.“ I say the words he usually says to me.

„And I love you for it. In fact, I love you.“ I know it's the narcotics speaking, removing my filter entirely. I wanted to tell him that, but not today and not like this. It was supposed to be more romantic and yet, it brought a smile on his face. A real, genuine smile I'd die to keep steady.

„I love you too.“ Ethan doesn't hesitate to reciprocate, leaning in slowly only to leave a peck on my cheek as I fall asleep.

**

The recovery went well, no hiccups and I was soon released, staying at Ethan's until I was well enough. He took care of me to the best of his ability, hiring help for things he couldn't help me with. He never left my side though. It was his hand in mine and I never wanted to leave. Not ever.

So I didn't. I moved in, or should I say he did. His men did all the work and I just relaxed in bed, healing. We put the romance on hold until I was well enough, focusing on a way to use Ethan's money and influence for something better – to help people in need.

I made partner too.

In the end, the romance part began once more and Ethan insisted I join him for an event.

„You really meant a ball?“ I chuckle, looking at Ethan with a wide smile who held my hand and helped me out the limo. Met gala is the event he chose to debut our relationship and a charity we started together to help troubled youth as he once was.

Sure he didn't completely leave his business, but he tried to keep himself on the right side of the law most of the time. Many didn't understand our relationship, because who the hell expects a gang leader to date the most famous criminal defense lawyer in the state, but that's just it – our love is unconventional, but it works.

I keep him straight and he reminds me to live and not bury myself in work. He is the one that gave me courage and taught me how to truly love and allow myself to be loved. I've seen him cry, I've seen him smile and I know his fears just as he knows mine. I've had doubts, but I love him and I know that with him beside me, life will be full of challenges we will survive together.

„You're my girl. I want to show you off.“ Ethan whispers in my ear as we pose, his lips brushing my cheek before he presses his lips firmly onto mine and I find the world melting away. His hand clasped gently into the back of my hair, pressing in softly. Though his lips are pretty, it is the feel of them that sends my mind into a sensual state of intoxication. They are softness, passion and the promise of the sweetness to come. We pull back and smile. I lay my head on his shoulder shyly and even though I’m still filled with the warmth from the kiss, I shiver. I shiver for he’s been patient with me so far and this is our first kiss as a couple. At first it was his desire for me to get better and be independent again. He wanted me to be in one piece before deciding if I want to be his girlfriend at all.

Little did he know I had made that choice long before I got shot.

„You cold?” he asks but doesn’t give me time to answer. He pulls his jacket off and drapes it over my shoulders.

The cameras around us are flashing, blinding us, but he holds my gaze and I feel safe. He always makes me feel safe, even when a crazy mobster wants to kills us, so this environment is much easier to relax in. The hollow human being I used to be is filled with so much love and stubborn hope for the future and it's all thanks to him.

Kissing my forehead, Ethan and I move ahead with hands clasped together.

„I love you.“ He whispers and I feel my cheeks darken with the heat his words caused. I don't think I'll ever get used to hearing that.

„I love you too.“ I whisper back as he pulls me into his chest and starts to dance like a loon.

„What are you doing?“ I question, swaying with him, giggling.

„Just wanna dance with my girl. Is that a crime?“ Ethan teases, smirking down at me and I purse my lips.

„You're in the clear for now, Mr. Dolan.“ With that, he captures my lips in yet another slow, passionate kiss.

There was a depth in the connection that I was unaware that existed until I fell head over heels with the purity of stillness that arises from living within the internal embrace of this present moment. I gazed upon every inch of my being through the eyes of unconditional compassion and love, feeling as though I’m seeing myself for the first time, finally, loving myself for the first time. It's the moment when you suddenly become whole. Sloppy, lip biting, smiling in between make out sessions. It's knowing everything about them, their goals, future dreams, and what they want to name their kids. It's being there even though it's a forbidden love, and enjoying every moment.

That's love...the real thing. We are people who love fiercely; we are passion and fire - sparks and energy to last a lifetime. I hold my fire for him, but it burns not only in my heart, but in my blood, so it’s there in every part of my being. No matter what happens next, no matter the choices we make, Ethan had become the hero of my story.

A/N - I’m not a lawyer obviously, so it’s not the most accurate thing I’ve ever written from a professional view. Hope you enjoyed it and if so, feedback is appreciated!

Part 2

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[tomshufflepuff]

Eleven Blocks - Part 2

ahhh it’s been so long!

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader (reader is also his best friend and ex-girlfriend)

Summary:  you live eleven blocks away from tom. And it seems like wherever he goes, he’s reminded of you

Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of anxiety, fluff

Word count: 3.4k

Are song lyrics

Part 1

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(Gif creds to @maddenmarvels)

“Hi,” Tom let out, his voice coming out as a quivering whisper.

You stood there motionless, forgetting that you were holding your dog back as your muscles tensed. Causing your dog to break free easily from your hold, happily running up to Tom like nothing had happened.

Like nothing has changed.

It took the small pup jumping and lightly scratching Tom’s jeans that brought Tom back to reality. He leaned down on one knee, his heart immediately bursting even more when the dog jumped up to lick Tom’s face, his tail wagging so quickly Tom wondered if there was such a thing as whiplash in the tail for animals.

You would have wondered that as well, if it weren’t for your constant state of being frozen.

Tom lifted his head up slowly, eyes quickly raking your form before his soft hues met your own.

That sure as hell made you snap out of it.

A whimper that you didn’t know you were holding in came to surface, but you swallowed that down as you took in your old love’s appearance.

Blue jeans paired with a simple black t-shirt was all he was wearing, customed with his black Nikes. But his stupid features was of course what really took your breath away.

His stupid chocolate colored hair.

His stupid cute face.

His stupid acne scars that you loved because it was just him while he strongly despised them.

His stupid pink, thin lips that just look so kissable-

His stupid brown eyes. That had stupid golden specks that could easily make anyone with a heart melt. Let’s not even get started on what those stupid specks did to you. They were a mix of honey with gold, and all you wanted to do was swim in them forever.

You didn’t even notice that you were staring until Tom cleared his throat, snapping you out of it once again and you internally slapped yourself for staring, admiring him so bluntly you felt a wave of awkwardness crash into you and suddenly it was too hard to stand up straight but you didn’t let that show.

The lovesick Brit in front of you didn’t seem to mind one bit. Actually, he loves how he can still get a rise of adoration from you by simply just standing there.

“S-sorry,” you mumbled, quickly composing yourself. Your stance changed from leaning on your front door for support to crossing your arms and actually standing up straight.

To keep what little dignity I have for myself. You thought.

Tom fought back a chuckle from your actions and stood up as well. The two of you never realized that your dog had wandered off a couple steps away, ecstatic to see his old pal Tessa before quietly playing with her.

It was like the two of them knew what was happening, and weren’t their usual loud selves as to not interrupt their owners falling back into one another.

Tom’s right hand came up behind his neck to scratch it, something he did as a fidget when he felt nervous or unsure of himself. You were too busy swooning at your pup and Tessa reuniting in what felt like years.

He turned to you, gulping down a lump he hadn’t even felt that was in his throat. This regained your attention, seeing his Adam’s apple bob up in down and feeling quite anxious yourself once again.

“Can we um- C-Can we talk?” He asked, feeling like he was a little boy who had just got caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. All Tom wanted to do was collapse in himself, to have Harrison smack him for being such an awkward idiot in front of his best friend.

In front of the love of his life.

That sheer embarrassment was wiped away though, when a small grin reached your lips and you nodded slightly, “Yeah, yeah come on in.” You almost felt yourself trip on your own feet as you backed away a little, leaving Tom some room to slip in between the wall and your door. He returned the grin, although his was laced with something you couldn’t put your finger on. When his back was turned to you as he walked to your couch, you rolled your eyes and cursed yourself for being such a clumsy mess in front of the man you called your first love.

The two dogs on the porch lifted their heads, noticing Tom gone and you giving them a look that simply just instructed to follow. They did so, trailing after Tom and you swore if they were human, they would have shit eating grins on their faces while slapping each other once in excitement as they gazed at you and Tom lovingly. Like two fans of a television show couple who they want to finally fucking come together and confess their undying love for one another.

You shake your head, remembering Tom was still right in front of you as the pups walked to your dog’s bed in the living room, flopping down on the blankets in front of said bed and staring up at Tom longingly.

Damn they really were just a couple of eager fangirls.

Tom however was staring at the mantle to the side of your television that was set right upon your fireplace. One photo that particularly caught his eye, featured the two of you - not too long ago in fact - staring up at the camera with wide smiles. His arms were wrapped around your waist as you were holding two ice cream cones, the smile on your face matching the man’s right next to you. The crinkles around the actor’s eyes were on full display, meaning that was truly a real, enormous big smile. Not that he didn’t have that smile adoring his features anyways. But the happiness was just screaming from his face. And he felt his lips turn upwards without consciously thinking about stopping himself.

Your feet nervously shuffled up to him to see what photo caught his attention. Once you saw which one, you couldn’t help but match his expression as well.

“That was a fun day,” you spoke softly, it now being your turn to snap Tom out of a trance. He turned to you quickly, glancing at you on his side before turning back to the photo, the smile never leaving his perfect face.

“Yeah. Yeah it really was.” He returned.

This was when Tom actually felt, genuinely happy and whole. Sure, he’s been excited to be back home, catching up with friends and family, showing Jacob around, just looking forward to being somewhat normal again, since he has returned from filming.

But Tom always felt like something was missing. Or rather, someone. And that this was holding him back from being whole once again at home. He pushed that aside though, especially when his brothers had brought up that you might be the reason why he didn’t feel completely, himself. They too had noticed their elder brother’s, let’s say, off behavior.

Tom just never felt like he was 100% him.

He didn’t blame you for it. That would be absurd and crazy and would make no sense whatsoever.

The both of you didn’t see Tessa’s tail wagging in that moment, like she had caught onto her owner finally being, here, all of him, here again.

Tom finally gathered up the courage, a heavy sigh falling from his chapped lips as he turned to you all of the way, a full 90 degrees.

His eyes met your own and his emotions of missing you went crazy. For now he was actually bothering to show it instead of bottling it all up inside and getting mad and frustrated at anyone who brought up your name because that just reminded him of the end. The end of your relationship, the end of the best thing he had in his wild life. And he hated himself for not fighting for the girl he loved.

But now, now he wasn’t going to turn away. He was going to fight for his best friend, for his love. He wasn’t going to get angry, bite his tongue and storm away like he has been doing. He was actually going to face you, and confess something he had been holding in and denying for such a long time.

“I miss you,” He choked out, his voice wavering and he didn’t notice he was crying. A sad smile dawned your beautiful face, gently reaching up and laying your hand against his cheek. Tom immediately leaned into your touch. Neither of you seeing how close you actually were to one another.

It was just a natural instinct, to inch closer to the man in front of you.

“I miss you too,” you spoke softly. So softly that it was actually a whisper. Your emotions finally reaching the surface as well. It was time to let your walls crumble. The walls you had built up to distract yourself from him. To push away any feelings you had of missing him, missing what you two had. Even pushing your own friendship aside. Just anything to forget him. And the heartbreak that stupid fight created. And frankly, how long it lasted.

“I’m so sorry for everything,” Tom spoke, kissing your palm lightly, his arms still at his sides. Of course, he knew you were going to make up, maybe even get back together. But he stood frozen, not knowing what the hell to do since he was finally letting everything that he sadly built up, finally crumble to the ground.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you. I’m sorry for insulting you. I’m sorry for ignoring you while I was away. I’m sorry I pushed you away. But most importantly, I’m sorry I broke our promise to not let anything break us. Break what we had. I’m so fucking sorry for not showing you love. I'm sorry I made you think I stopped loving you.”

Tom’s words were shaky, his voice cracking a couple of times as well as you choked on your breath, releasing a sigh of relief and tears met your eyes as well during his declaration.

“Tom, it’s my fault as well.” You shook your head. Tom wrapped his arms around you gently, still afraid to pull you closer. He was about to speak but you stopped him. He of course was going to put all of the blame on himself. But that was not the case at all. “Before you deny it, our breakup went both ways. We both lost our connection, we both lost one another. We both said hurtful things, we both yelled at each other. We both stopped showing the other love. We both broke our promise.” Tom let a couple tears fall as you wiped them gently with your thumb, your other hand coming up to hold his face as well.  This is a two way street, Thomas. You are not going to blame yourself for all of this. I am in the wrong as well. Please, please understand that, baby.” The pet name is all it took for Tom to pull you in closer, resting his forehead against yours and you sighed hugely in relief. Feeling his skin against your own once again, and in such an intimate and loving manner caused your eyes to release tears as well. Tom quickly brought his right hand up, wiping away the stray tear on your lovely  face just as you did prior.

“Can I please kiss you?” He whispered, his breath not shaky this time.

You smiled and let another breath reach passed your lips, nodding your head desperately.

“God yes,” Less than a second later, his lips were finally on your own.

Tom let out a relief sigh into the kiss, trying to pull you as close to him as he possibly could. But that was a bit hard considering you were already pressed up against one another completely, so he held you tightly. Tightly as if he were to let go, he would wake up from a dream, and that you would slip through his fingers and fade away like he stupidly let you months ago.

His lips felt soft on your own, despite the fact that he felt they were chapped before he kissed you. It was needy, but not in a bad way. It was like finally being able to breathe on your own once again, after being hooked up to an oxygen mask for years. And it felt so damn good.

It was as if a delicate, priceless artefact that had been accidentally and tragically broken in ancient times, to finally be glued back to one another. Permanently reuniting with its other half, not planning on breaking ever again.

His lips pressed against your own so strongly, the young heartthrob craving your touch for what felt like a century. Teeth clashed at first, causing you to giggle into the kiss together. But quickly, it was back on track from being messy and desperate. Now, it was just good and desperate. His tongue gently swiping across your bottom lip, asking for entrance to which you happily granted in less than a millisecond. 

You and Tom both were whole once again in each other’s arms. Forgetting how to breathe even after a while, remembering that humans need oxygen.

You pulled apart slowly, your eyes still closed along with Tom’s as well. It was now your turn to be afraid to face him, fearing that if you were to open your eyelids, he would be gone. And that this would never happen. Even if you could feel his heart beating rapidly against his chest against your own, and your heart returning the favor. 

You reluctantly gave in, needing to gaze upon his beautiful brown orbs once again. When you did so, Tom’s eyes were already open, already on you.

There was those golden specks again. He had gained the sparkle back in his eyes. Everyone noticed it was gone when you split. And oh how much you missed his eyes.

And how he looked at you. With such love, compassion, happiness, content, admiration, adoration, care and heart. You missed this look in his eyes, you missed how your affection could make him react. Overall, just missing him. He looked at you as if you were the only thing he will ever need in this universe. Like your love returned, your heart in his hands ass his were in your own, was everything he needed to conquer the world.

“I love you so much,” you spoke sternly. Not letting your voice waver or your e/c hues to leave his own soft ones, even to blink.

All Tom did was smile, his heart beating faster if that was even possible. It really did have grabby hands, and after months of pining for your heart to hold hands with his own, he didn’t try to hide it. “I love you too.” He whispered gently. It wasn’t long before your lips met with his own again. No messiness included this time around. Just love, need and want.

‘Cause it’s Friday night, you’re not that type

I know that you’re home

You smiled and let another breath reach passed your lips, nodding your head desperately.

“God yes,” Less than a second later, his lips were finally on your own.

Tom let out a relief sigh into the kiss, trying to pull you as close to him as he possibly could. But that was a bit hard considering you were already pressed up against one another completely, so he held you tightly. Tightly as if he were to let go, he would wake up from a dream, and that you would slip through his fingers and fade away like he stupidly let you months ago.

His lips felt soft on your own, despite the fact that he felt they were chapped before he kissed you. It was needy, but not in a bad way. It was like finally being able to breathe on your own once again, after being hooked up to an oxygen mask for years. And it felt so damn good.

It was as if a delicate, priceless artefact that had been accidentally and tragically broken in ancient times, to finally be glued back to one another. Permanently reuniting with its other half, not planning on breaking ever again.

His lips pressed against your own so strongly, the young heartthrob craving your touch for what felt like a century. Teeth clashed at first, causing you to giggle into the kiss together. But quickly, it was back on track from being messy and desperate. Now, it was just good and desperate. His tongue gently swiping across your bottom lip, asking for entrance to which you happily granted in less than a millisecond. 

You and Tom both were whole once again in each other’s arms. Forgetting how to breathe even after a while, remembering that humans need oxygen.

You pulled apart slowly, your eyes still closed along with Tom’s as well. It was now your turn to be afraid to face him, fearing that if you were to open your eyelids, he would be gone. And that this would never happen. Even if you could feel his heart beating rapidly against his chest against your own, and your heart returning the favor. 

You reluctantly gave in, needing to gaze upon his beautiful brown orbs once again. When you did so, Tom’s eyes were already open, already on you.

There was those golden specks again. He had gained the sparkle back in his eyes. Everyone noticed it was gone when you split. And oh how much you missed his eyes.

And how he looked at you. With such love, compassion, happiness, content, admiration, adoration, care and heart. You missed this look in his eyes, you missed how your affection could make him react. Overall, just missing him. He looked at you as if you were the only thing he will ever need in this universe. Like your love returned, your heart in his hands ass his were in your own, was everything he needed to conquer the world.

“I love you so much,” you spoke sternly. Not letting your voice waver or your e/c hues to leave his own soft ones, even to blink.

All Tom did was smile, his heart beating faster if that was possible. It really did have grabby hands, and after months of pining for your heart to hold hands with his own, he didn’t try to hide it. “I love you too.” He whispered gently. It wasn’t long before your lips met with his own again. No messiness included this time around. Just love, need and want.

‘Cause it’s Friday night, you’re not that type

I know that you’re home

-------

It had been hours since Tom had stepped foot into your home. The both of you found yourselves laying on your living room couch, embraced in one another. Tom’s back was against the back of the furniture while your back was pressed against Tom’s chest. His arms were wrapped around you, firm but also delicately. Your arms were wrapped around his own, your hands laying on top of his , fingers laced to each other. Now the embrace itself happened when you and your love were awake, but your hands managed to find their way to the other’s, wrapping into the other’s gently in your sleep.

Harrison was blindly walking around looking for his best friend with Jacob on the phone. Jacob telling the frantic blonde that Tom had last spoken to him before he said he was taking Tessa out on a walk. Harrison had loosened his grip on his phone as his blue eyes fell upon your house, immediately feeling himself soften and calm down.

Could it be…

He told his friend he thinks he knows where Tom is, and Jacob quickly told him to keep him updated, knowing Harrison and him giving a fast, “Okay” before hanging up.

The blonde Brit took off in a sprint towards your house, not bothering to knock because it was natural for you all to burst into each other’s houses, yelling the name of whom you’re looking for while sending a quick wave to that person’s parents or siblings downstairs.

Harrison was about to do so, ready to yell your name and ask if you'd had seen or heard from your ex boyfriend recently. But he caught his tongue in his teeth, immediately biting it as he saw two pairs of feet come into his vision while he was searching desperately from his very spot in front of your door.

He didn’t even wince at the light pain that came as a result, walking, tiptoeing to your sofa to find his two best friends wrapped up in one another, once again.

His heart dropped to his stomach, in a good way though. He also felt relieved. So happy that Tom Holland and Y/N L/N finally found their way back to one another.

Snores brought him out of his happy trance, but the light sounds weren’t coming from his best friends. No, he walked closer to the sofa and noticed your pet and Tom’s laying on one another, right beside the couch.

Harrison couldn’t help but to lightly coo at the scene, trying his best to not be loud. He quickly snapped a photo of you and Tom, sending it to everyone. Even capturing your pups in the shot, and individual ones of them as well, separately from you and Tom.

Jacob was the first to respond, replying with a heart eyes emoji and a red heart.

Back at the Holland residence, the remaining family members gathered around Nikki’s phone, the photo of their son and brother holding his soulmate in his arms, fast asleep, on full display. Nikki herself turned the Wifi off on her phone, so no notifications would interrupt what she couldn’t believe at first.

Harry and Sam fist bumped one another. Paddy cheered along with Dominic while Nikki couldn’t take her eyes away from the illuminated device. The family all staring at her screen, and after a while she found herself tearing up. She was ecstatic to see them together again, to see her son so at peace even in his sleep. To see the grin on his face and knowing that his heart was truly full once again.

The mother did not even try to hide her emotions as her husband pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head as wife let out tears of joy. Dom didn’t bother to hide a tear that managed to escape his own eyes. White their three sons were still staring at the photo, happy and cheering to themselves that their older brother was whole again. That he was happy, and that Y/N - whom they considered you a sister - happy and at peace as well.

Let’s just say, the  teasing didn’t hesitate to start up again from your friends and families. You and Tom didn't mind it one bit. Secretly - not so secretly - wanting to get used to it again.

You both quickly fell back into place, as if a breakup and a few heartbreaks didn’t stop your hearts from wanting, needing each other.

I got somebody

Waiting for me at home

I got somebody...

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Please let me know if there are any mistakes!

Feel free to give me feedback as well! Thoughts? Constructive criticism? I’m open to everything :)

By the way, when I was typing that his heart along with the reader’s had grabby hands, I was picturing a scene from the short film, In A Heartbeat, I very much recommend watching it :)

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Author’s Note:  First I would like to apologize on how long it’s been for me to update part two. It’s been literal months y’all I suck.

Second of all, I want to thank those who have been waiting. You’re so patient and I literally love you so much and want to give you all of the food in the world.

What’s been going on? I’ve been busy off and on, I got a job especially a couple months ago. But really I’ve been going through some personal shit and just lost my ability to write completely. I’ve started the draft to this piece multiple times (along with changed, which sadly I’m still working out because I’m lazy and have no writing talent oof), but I have quickly lost motivation each time I tried, or just didn’t know what to say. A mix of writer’s block and lack of talent is ultimately the big picture here :(

Thank you so, so much for the patience and kind words!

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[daysswithyou]

Solo

Characters: Wonpil x You

Genre: fluff, romance

Words: 2.8k

Description: lonely hearts wander – and wander right into one another

A/N:  In celebration of Wonpil's birthday, here is a small story featuring my baby ^^ Happy birthday PiriPiri! Thank you for bringing me so much joy with your music, for making me smile with your bright laughter, for comforting me with your advice - and most importantly, for constantly inspiring me to be a better version of myself. Because of you, I'm truly Better Better, and I can go higher higher. :’) 

--- Regret. It was instant regret. The moment you clicked the "Confirm" button, you wanted to haul yourself out of the window and delete your entire existence. Holy crap. What have I signed myself up for?

Well… to answer your questions in the literal sense, you had signed yourself up as a travel partner on a website. It was a website meant specially to match solo travellers together and the concept behind it was really simple. Submit your itinerary online and they'll help you find the closest match. Theoretically, such an idea isn't too bad. All you have to do is offer yourself as a travel partner and let them do all the work – just remember to turn up at the right place and time when the day comes. But. But. But. Realistically speaking (and when you have an overly active mind that likes to overthink), things appear more complex. What if you meet a serial killer, or a pervert? What if both of you travel to some secluded area...and you never come back? Goosebumps broke out across your skin, causing you to shiver violently despite the warm heating in the apartment. Right at that moment, your cousin burst into her apartment with a flourish, a stark contrast to your dampened look. She stopped humming the tune that she was swaying along to just now, before walking over to comfort you. "What's with the long cucumber face?" "I might die within the next few days." Having grown up with you, your cousin was well-accustomed to your penchant for drama and exaggeration so all she did was laugh at you as she patted your stomach. "Oh~ the ever so dramatic Y/N makes an appearance again~" "I am not dramatic!" She cocked an eyebrow at you, causing you to kick the air, thus further solidifying her point.

“And this is the person trying to convince me that she’s not dramatic.”

“Oh, just leave me be to wallow in my misery.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I just signed myself up as a travel partner. Argh.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Yes! What if I meet some psychopath and die in this foreign land?”

“Oh come on! It’s not that bad! You do know that they work with immigration officers to vet the applicants for criminal records right? You’ll be in good hands.”

“Ok, then what if I meet some horrible travel partner that has some really gross habits, like plucking the skin on his or her feet?”

“In that case… I can only say you have terrible luck.”

She then shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, causing you to launch a pillow at her – one that she unfortunately, managed to dodge successfully.

“Geez, so violent Y/N. But really though, in all honesty, try to think positively. It could be one of the best times of your life; you might be able to meet someone that you can really click with. Besides...”

For an added effect, your cousin had flipped her hair over her shoulders before winking at you.

“That was how I met my lovely boyfriend.”

“And this is coming from someone – that called me dramatic just now.” You mimicked her previous reaction to your exasperation in a sing-song voice, causing her face to morph into one of mock hurt.

“I am offended Y/N. How could you?” She then picked up the forgotten pillow on the floor before smacking you on the butt with it. You turned around, a retort hanging by your lips but you missed the chance to fight back. Within a matter of seconds, she had left her apartment as soon as she came, phone plastered to her ear as you heard her call out to her boyfriend sweetly over the line. Once again, you were left in her empty apartment once again. You lay on her bed for a few more moments in complete silence, before the vibrations of your phone pierced through the still air, causing you to jump slightly.

The message was pretty self-explanatory, and you didn’t have to read twice before reality sunk in.

Dear Y/N,

Congratulations! We have successfully found a travel partner for you. Kindly turn up at Denkyu University’s West Gate on 26th April, Friday at 1pm. Happy travelling!

Oh gosh it’s happening…

You proceeded to toss your phone to your side before burying your head in a pillow, before letting out a long, muffled groan.

May Lady Luck shine on me radiantly tomorrow.

-

26th April – 0800

“Stop chewing on your fingernails Y/N! You’re practically chewing off your entire nail.”

“Sorry I can’t help it! It’s a habit…”

“Come on sweetie. He or she can’t be so bad. You need to have faith and confidence that you’ll have fun on this trip!”

You weren’t really paying attention to your cousin’s words so when she suddenly turned around to punctuate her words whilst fixing you with a stern look, she startled you, causing your keys to her apartment to slip from your sweaty palms, clattering against the hard pavement. After recovering from your initial shock, you had bent down to retrieve the keys but someone else had beaten you to it.

You saw a head full of fluffy brown hair before sparkling doe eyes met yours as he looked up at you. It takes you a few moments (ok maybe more than a few) to register his presence because gosh – there was just so much to take in. He had sharp angular features with high, handsome cheekbones set atop his strong jaw. His pink kissable lips were slightly agape, two pearly whites peeking out beneath them. He’s gorgeous – there’s no denying that and you didn’t think it was possible for him to look more attractive than he already is but he did. The black shirt and maroon coat he wore over it made him look smarter and more alluring to you and it wasn’t until he was standing right in front of you before you snapped out of your stupor.

“Here, I believe this is yours.”

“Oh…thank you.”

You shyly open your palms for him to place the keys in your hands, the feather light brush of his fingers against your palm left tingles against your skin. He sent a soft smile directed your way, and off he went, leaving you staring at his retreating figure.

“Oh what do we have here~ someone’s star-struck~” Your cousin folded her arms across her chest as a smirk painted her facial features.

You quickly patted your cheeks with your fingers as you frantically questioned your cousin.

“My face isn’t red, is it? Tell me, is it red?”

“Your face is so red; you’re practically burning scarlet right now!”

She stuck out her tongue at you to tease you further before taking down the length of the street, causing you to run after her in an attempt to stop her from sprouting more nonsense.

-

26th April – 1300

He or she should be here anytime soon…

As the time to meet drew closer and closer, you could feel your heartbeat quicken and your breaths become shallower. Your body began to shiver, both from the anticipation and nervousness. What kind of person would I meet? Would they be nice? Such thoughts raced through your head rapidly, it almost felt like the Japanese bullet train was running through your mind. Occupied with your thoughts, you could barely feel the soft tap of a finger against your shoulder through your thick coat. You didn’t respond so another tap, with a greeting this time.

“Hello, are you my- ”

You turned around so quickly that you gave yourself whiplash, and you frightened the poor boy so much that he leaned back in shock. When you finally saw him, the immediate reaction was relief – because a familiar face was staring back at you. But the next emotion the followed was fear – because you were going to make a fool of yourself for the next five days in front of this handsome man. Your sense had already went into full shut down with your short interaction just now, how were you going to spend the next five days in his presence without a full mental meltdown?

You wanted to greet him brightly but his sweet smile made you weak in your knees, and you felt your voice die in your throat.

“Oh! It’s you! The girl earlier on in the morning! It’s fate that we’re meeting again like this right?”

Fate…? Good Lord, someone hold me now!!!

“Yes…” A huge grin threatened to break out on your face but you clamped down on your bottom lip hard – you were NOT going to appear like a creep on your first proper meeting with him. The boy didn’t even give you time to gather your thoughts before he surprised you again with his sudden burst of energy.

“Now it’s time for proper introductions! Hello, my name is Kim Wonpil but you can call me Pil or PiriPiri too! What’s your name?” He then displayed his bright smile, the one that showed off his neat rows of teeth and made his eyes disappear behind a beautiful crescent.

“Hello…”

You paused for a long while trying to decide which of the 3 names to address him by but the answer was obvious – it had to be the cutest one for such an adorable person like himself.

“Hello PiriPiri! My name is Y/N, and yes, I am your travel partner. Sorry if I scared you just now, I didn’t mean to!”

“Aigoo~ it’s ok! Let’s go now! Where to?”

“Shall we go see the cherry blossoms? It’s a really lovely afternoon today.”

“Let’s head to Ueno Park! I’ve been there last year and they have really great spots for you to see the cherry blossoms!”

He kept pace with you throughout your short walk to the park and even during your visit to the park, he always made sure to give you ample time to capture the cherry blossoms with your lenses. Both of you kept wandering along the flower path until you reached the fringe of the park. Taking a seat on the wooden bench together, you heard him inhale a breath before muttering something to himself. You couldn’t hear him very well over the rustle of the cherry blossoms, but did he just say that he was glad that his travel partner was you?

Maybe that was just a figment of your imagination but one thing was for sure – this truly was the start of one of the best moments of your life.

-

Over the next 5 days, Wonpil always managed to put a smile on your face. His childlike wonder as he viewed the trinkets sold by the street vendors leading up to the Asakusa Temple always amazed you – and greatly appreciated by you. Not many can comfortably express their emotions with someone they just met but with Wonpil, there were no reservations involved. He would always be ready to show you his range of emotions and facial expressions, from elation to his pouty face – mostly after accidentally scalding his tongue on the hot soy sauce drenched over his favourite mochi-on-a-stick snack. No matter how many times you’ve seen it over the course of the five days; you will always stop to look at him express his extensive array of emotions – all that is so scarce in other men due to the image of masculinity that they are expected to display.

Not only did he make you happy, he also made you spontaneous. Your younger self would never have dreamt of doing such a dangerous thing – but here you were right in the middle of the major Shibuya crossing, posing for a photo as everyone brushed past you in a flurry of activity. Yet, you focused on Wonpil and his camera – both of which were now reduced to tiny dots in the distance from his position at the Starbucks which gave him a fantastic view of the Shibuya crossing.

And you.

As the green lights began to blink and the countdown timer started, you gestured wildly for Wonpil to hurry up with his shot and when he finally gave you the thumbs up sign (though you could barely see it) you dashed back towards the Starbucks as the first car missed you by a hairline.

As you bent forward to catch your breath, you could make out his figure running down the flight of stairs and past the huge glass doors to you.

“How was it Y/N? Thrilling, wasn’t it?”

“Yea! It was! But WOAH the car was so close!”

“But you’re ok Y/N, don’t worry!”

“Yea I’m ok…woah this really feel exciting, liberating actually. Do you want a photo too?”

Wonpil got so excited at your offer that he did a little jump on the spot and you took the camera from his hands before racing up to the 2nd floor of the same Starbucks. From your vantage point, you could see him pause in the middle of the sea of people and you quickly snapped a few shots, although you did fumble a little when you saw the countdown start. You watched as he ran back the same way you did, with what you imagined to be the same look of fear on your face just now. Your heart clenched at the memory, the feeling of the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins once more.

When you met him at the first floor again, he let out the biggest exclamation, scaring a few passer-by’s in close proximity and earning a few sharp looks from them as well.

“WOAH! THAT WAS EXTREMELY EXHILARTING! Y/N LET’S DO IT AGAIN!”

You quickly put a finger to his lips, managing to quieten him down instantly.

“I don’t think we should do this again… we’re going to get pelted with stones by the public at this rate – we’re too noisy!”

“Oh…” Then it was on again – his cute little pout.

“Awww what a cute baby~” You pinched his cheeks good-naturally, causing his cheek to lift up into a smile.

When you finally let go his face, he looked around before zeroing on the tall, red and white building in the far distance.

Clapping his hands together, his face lighted up with the glint that you have grown to love over the past few days, his spontaneity infecting you again.

“Y/N, let’s go to Tokyo Tower!”

You nodded enthusiastically in response and he took your hands in his as he led the way to your destination. It just seemed so natural to him, even though you were blushing madly behind him.

-

“Wah…the view is so beautiful…”

The moment the lift opened to let you off at the observatory, you were immediately drawn to the city lights down below, like butterflies were to flowers. There was an invisible line tugging you towards the city lights and Wonpil lets go of your hand, allowing you to make a beeline for the huge glass panels that granted you the view of the shimmering lights down below. He stands behind you at the distance, silently admiring the way your face brightens as you soak in the magnificent sight down below.

He doesn’t even notice but the corners of his lips tug upwards to form a soft smile as a warm fuzzy feeling buzzes through his body

Slowly walking forward, he comes to stand beside you. The city lights below were gorgeous, but nothing could compare to the beauty standing right beside him – you. Leaning against the glass, his fringe falls softly in front of his eyes as he crosses his arms to look at you. With dreamy eyes, he says it in a breathy whisper.

“Beautiful.”

“Huh? Oh you mean the city below? Yea it’s really pretty, isn’t it?”

“No, I’m not talking about the city below. You’re beautiful Y/N – you truly are.”

You turn to look at him, searching for that glint of playfulness in them.

“Yah Kim Wonpil, you better not be joking…”

Seeing that you don’t believe him, Wonpil drops his head and lets out a small laugh before taking your hands in his.

“I’m serious. You’re really beautiful Y/N.  It was a really happy five days spent with you and… I hope to be this happy for a long time.”

“Are you…confessing to me now?”

“If I say yes, would that scare you away?”

On cue, you become a huge blushing mess, trying to look anywhere but his eyes staring so earnestly at you, or his hands that are holding yours tightly.

“No… I’m j-j-just not sure what to do with your confession.”

“It’s ok; you don’t have to do anything. You just have to accept it and let me shower you with love on cute dates.”

He had his adorable grin on his face but his eyes were serious. And so, you decided to take a leap of faith.

“Ok, so when are you taking me to for our first official date?”

“We can start now...where do you want to go?”

“As long as I’m with you, anywhere is fine.”

#day6 imagines #day6 fanfiction #day6 fluff #day6 romance #day6 wonpil imagine #day6 wonpil scenario #day6 wonpil fluff #day6 wonpil romance #day6 #day6 wonpil #kim wonpil #my happy pil

[gleamingseok]

My calico cat - 04

Author’s note: helloo hellooo finally posting another part hope ull like this one !!

genre: fluff , hybrid , smut smut smut smut smut

u throwed urself  on the sofa relaxing after a tiring day while massaging ur temple  , jimin was busy arranging the clothes in his wardrobe , u were slowly drifting off until u felt jimin presence next to u

" oh sorry did not mean to wake u up " he said , sitting next to u

" no i just closed my eyes for a bit " u replied while getting up

he said "okaay ill go take a shower now and ..hmm ..."

" is something wrong ? u want something ? "

" can u please buy me these pills cus i need them today " jimin said while handing u a paper

" yeah sure ill get them for u now " u replied while reading the name of the pills

" thank u ! ill go take  a shower now also don't forget to take ur keys i might not hear u when u knock "

" okay im leaving now " u replied and left the house  

after 5 minutes of walking u finally arrived to the pharmacy , u got in and asked for the pills written on the paper , the woman started looking for them , and the curiosity almost killed u, u had to know what are these pills for, what if jimin is sick or not feeling well ?

" can i know what are these pills for please? " u asked the woman

" oh dear these are heat suppressant for hybrids " she replied while handing u the pills

" h-heat ?? " u whispered

" oh i guess this is ur first time having a hybrid ? well usually hybrids needs a partner to make them go through heat easily but if they cannot find one they just take these pills to calm them a little down until its over "

" oh now i get it , thank u so much " u said, then paid for the pills and left the pharmacy

on ur way home all u was thinking about is jimin going through his heat ......a partner ? is it painful to go through heats with no partner ? only pills ? ugh i had to ask her these

u got home after buying some food because someone forgot that the fridge was empty, u took off ur shoes , placed the food on the kitchen counter , while taking the pills to put them on jimin's bed u passed by the bathroom

" jimin i got u the pills , im gonna put them on ur bed " u said through the closed door

no reply , that's weird

maybe he couldn't hear u,  u started to worry a bit until u heard the water stop, u were still leaning over the door , and u could hear some heavy breathing .......again some HEAVY BREATHING

holy shit whats happening to him " jimin are u okay ??? " u started knocking

" ..........y/n "  jimin whispered on the other side

panicking u started banging on the door " at least try to open the door its locked !!!! " u said

u could hear some shuffling and water splash , until the door was unlocked

u opened the door with shaky hands u saw jimin laying on the floor,  pale , shaking ,breathing heavily , looking as if he was about to faint oh god please help me

u grabbed the big white towel next to u ,u dried his upper half and tried wrapping it around his lower half until a pained moan left his lips 

" fuck .. p-please i n-need ur help "  u froze  

feeling the hard thing against ur hand u then knew what was wrong , u started wrapping the towel faster and tried lifting him so u can put him on his bed  , u placed his arm over ur shoulder and started dragging him to his room , u opened his bedroom door  and u placed him on his bed u started to unwrapped his medicine quickly , u grabbed the glass of water next to his bed

" jimin i need u to open ur mouth , u need to drink this " u said while helping him to sit

" i-it hurts ... please help me " jimin whispered while holding ur hand he was about to cry he was sweating and in pain

oh god what am i supposed to do !!!! this is all my fault if only i came home earlier this wouldn't happen and he wouldn't be suffering now

" okay sweetie ill help u but u need to drink these first "

" c-can u hurry " jimin whined

" okay okay i-ill help u but i need u to drink this first " u replied while lifting his head and lining his lips over the cup , jimin took the pill and drank the whole cup of water , u then helped him lay down on the bed , not knowing what to do u were about to leave the room until he grabbed ur arm and pulled u toward his tired body

" u-u said u will h-help me .. so why are u leaving " he said , tightening his grip , his eyes full of lust , pain and desire ..... god i have to control myself

u stayed quite for a seconds not knowing what to say or what to do,  its now or never , u started leaning over him softly stroking his fluffy ears , a moan left his pink kissable lips , placing ur left hand over his chest while ur other hand was still caressing his ears , u got closer until u could feel his hot breath against ur lips , and that was it that was all what u needed to lean over and finally crash ur lips against his soft plump ones , he heatedly kissed u back expressing how much he needed u ,a small whimper left ur lips , jimin positioned ur body on top of his heated one and started attacking ur neck with his hot kisses while pushing ur hips harder on his so u can feel his fully hard dick , he started sucking too hard on ur neck when he felt ur soaked panties pressed against his painful erection

" f-fuck i can't " and with that said jimin flipped u over so he was on top of u , looking at u hungrily he started removing ur shirt and pants , throwing them aside , he took a moment to admire ur body , he leaned over until his lips were brushing ur ears and he sensually breathed     " u have no idea how much i waited for this moment , having u under me  " u could feel him smirking against ur cheek , u were too shy to tell him that u wanted it too since the first day u saw him in class

he then started kissing his way down ur breast removing ur bra all along with ur panties and started teasing ur wet entrance , ur heart was beating loud that u thought he might hear it too  " is this all for me ? what a lovely kitten " he purred while inserting his finger "a-ah fuck" u moaned ,  " shit ur so wet and i didn't even touch u properly .. f-fuck i cant wait to put my dick inside of u and fill u with my cum , would u like that kitten wont u ? " jimin breathly said

" yes p-please " u whined , jimin inserted a second finger stretching u and started pumping his fingers faster , u started moaning loudly grabbing the bed sheets under u , ur legs started shaking from the feeling of his fingers filling u , ur breath hitched , eyes rolling back , jimin knew u were close reaching ur orgasm but he had other plans

"f-fuck im so c-close " ur back arched feeling ur orgasm so near , suddenly , jimin quickly removed his fingers , u were surprised and just about to start complaining when he said

" i would love to see my kitten cum ... but fuck i would love it more if my dick is inside of u " with that said jimin was already pumping his dick using his precum as lube and started   slowly filling u , u moaned enjoying the feeling of him inside of u and stretching u u clenched around him  and jimin froze , head between ur breasts his right hand about to rip the bed sheet under u " fuck .. im gonna cum faster if u do that again .. p-please don't" , even tho he was in pain he still wanted to enjoy the feeling of ur warm tight pussy , just by imagining that u moaned and pulled jimin's face until ur lips met in a heated kiss , both ur tongue and his fighting for dominance but u gave up once he started pinching ur nipple sending electricity down ur core

" u have no idea how good u look under me  " jimin whispered while thrusting harder  , u were about to reply and tell him how hot he looks with his hair sticking to his forehead , his swollen lips and eyes full of lust but jimin interrupted u by rubbing ur clit in a quick pace " come for me baby .. i wanna hear u moaning my name " jimin said while kissing ur neck

" f-fuck jimin don't s-stop " u said while pulling his hair until ur foreheads were meeting , jimin seemed to enjoy the feeling of u grabbing him by his hair and pulling him closer which caused him to quick his pace and thrust harder than before , he was a mess and he loved it , he was grunting and moaning into ur temple , feeling ur walls tightening around him , he knew u were too close especially that u were moaning his name nonstop

" let me feel u kitten , come for me " and with that said u let out a strangled scream , ur body shaking under him as u cum , his mouth attacking ur neck once he felt u tighten around him

"fuck im gonna c-cum " jimin moaned onto ur collarbone , it took him a few thrusts until he reached his high as well , feeling his hot cum filling ur pussy , jimin pulled his dick with a whimper watching his cum dripping down ur entrance , too tired to get up and clean the both of u he pulled the blanket and then layed down next to u wrapping his arms around u and pulling closer enjoying the moment

u had too many questions and things to say but too exhausted to even open ur eyes, so ur just enjoying the warm feeling of jimin's skin next to urs , last thing u remembered was jimin kissing ur forehead while mumbling something .

#jimin #bts #jimin x you #jimin hybrid #jimin smut

[baekhyuns-abs]

Bodyguard

(gif not mine credit to the original owner) A/N: Third installment to the Mafia series. Slight sexual content.

“You’ve got to be joking!” She yelled. Lines formed between Joonmyeon’s eyes in frustration as she continued to dispute her current situation; to get out of it. “I’m not.” He began. “Will you please sit down?” She huffed and grumbled, caught sight of a pillow before picking it up and launching it in her brother’s face. Joonmyeon quickly lifted his arm blocking the harmless object. Before he could blink she had launched herself forward, snatching up the pillow from the carpet and hitting him again. “You abandon me for months! And now you come back!” She continued her childlike assult on her older brother, continuously hitting him with the unthreatening pillow. “You come back to lock me up!” “It’s for your own protection.” He calmly said with great difficulty. She threw the pillow down and looked at him incredulously. “Ohhhhhhhhhh okay!” She drew out, heavy sarcasm in her tone. “I suppose all is forgiven then! You know, if you just want to protect me!” Joonmyeon ran a hand through his hair, his little sister was difficult at the best of times. He loved her dearly and although she had a peculiar way of showing it he knew the feeling was mutual. Even though he had to distance himself from her for the very months she had talked about he did it out of love and protection. No one could know she existed. “I haven’t got time for you at the moment…” He muttered quietly. “I just saved your life and you’re being a brat.” The insult hit her like a tonne of bricks and she blinked at him, her mouth agape before she smacked her lips together. She opened her mouth in a retort but her brother was quick to beat her to it. “You need time to adjust and cool off, I’ll be back later--” His tone was soft and it shouldn’t have enraged her the way it did. “Cool off and adjust!? Honestly! You have no id--” He brushed her off, ignoring her interruption with the patience of a saint and continued. “-- I’ll be back later, and I hope you’ll be ready to talk like you’re a grown woman.” She scoffed and he sauntered out of the lounge. She folded her arms and groaned, finally flopping down on the plush sofa. There was a mixture of a frown and pout on her face. She couldn’t believe it; 3 hours ago she was happily on her own bed in her own - messy - apartment watching Disney musicals until she was whisked away kicking and screaming by Joonmyeon and his ‘brothers’. She was aware of the man her brother had grown to be. Aware of his influence and power as well as his line of work. It was dangerous and she hated it but she couldn’t help but appreciate the financial perks that followed his unlawful deeds - she hadn’t any need for a job. That was until the allowance ceased and she didn’t hear off him for five months. She was worried sick - more than usual about her dangerous big brother. Her mobile was useless and she knew it to be Joonmyeon, hacking it to render it unusable and useless so she wouldn’t be able to contact him and unbeknownst to her it was to stop enemies from tracing her. All of her electronics were the same, all had to be replaced. It wasn’t long before her savings began to run dry and she had to find herself a job. It was a struggle but she managed to find one. “Tea?” She grumbled, glaring at him. “No.” Joonmyeon sighed and sat down on the sofa with her. “I am sorry.” “You should be…” She muttered. “Do you realise how fucking worried I was, Joonmyeon!?” She yelled. “You could have been dead, you could have been locked up!” She was talking with her hands, emotional and angry. “You cannot. Ever. Do that again, I’ll kill you myself, you hear me!?” “Yes, I hear you.” He conceded. She leaned back on the sofa and sighed. A few seconds passed before he head lolled to the side to look at him. “They must really hate you...” She said after a while. “To want to kill me.” In his line of work, making enemies was inevitable but when you’re part of the biggest Mafia in the country, it doesn’t matter - death came swiftly to opposition. There was always a hierarchical system that came with such power and the leader was a cruel man, he didn’t know where his line ended, alcohol and drugs is all he seemed to be. Joonmyeon was his right hand man, he saw what people didn’t - he knew the doings of their boss. He knew the business was going down. And was Joonmyeon who challenged his rule. Eleven of the brothers in the company backed up Joonmyeon, trusting their lives to him and his leadership. But the rest of them worked under the boss, with one mission only, capture. Death would come later. Joonmyeon nodded. “They want to hurt me.” They shared a glance, a knowing glance without words, for a minute she allowed herself to think for her brother, she put herself in his shoes. She felt empathy, she wouldn’t know what she would do in his shoes. All they had was each other and although she was younger and considerably more naive she too would go to great lengths to keep her brother alive. “While I’m away.” Joonmyeon began. “Kyungsoo will be here.” She raised a brow. “So you can spy on me?” “So I can assure your safety.” Joonmyeon corrected with an exasperated heavy tone. She hadn’t seen Kyungsoo in years, she hadn’t seen any of his brothers in years; was when the 12 of them previously held their meetings in their house. She used to listen to them atop of the stairs. She was only young when Joonmyeon had begun his illegal business but she understood very well what he was doing. Sometimes she was afraid but when the food they ate began to improve and she was spoilt with gifts and a healthy allowance she couldn’t complain. Kyungsoo was one of the more quieter ones of them all, he kept to himself and had very boyish features from what she could remember - something you wouldn’t associate with a killer. He had to be one of Joonmyeon’s most trustworthy men - he had to have been, for Joonmyeon to leave his younger sister under his protection. “So where is he? Mr Strong and trustworthy?” “Just outside the door.” “Oh.” Joonmyeon stepped forward, her looked forlorn, his emotions clear on his face. “I promise everything will go back to as they were… Soon...” He paused. “Just give me time.” She was giving up her life, her freedom and she had no idea how long it would be till was safe again, how long it would take for Joonmyeon to kill the ones who had threatened to kill her?As much as she wanted to fight and to storm away from Joonmyeon she could see the plea in his eyes not to, she couldn’t give him more stress than what he was already feeling - she wasn’t that much of a brat. “Just be quick.” She wrapped him in a tight hug before watching him walk out. Alone for the first time since she had been taken she began to scan her new home. It wasn’t at all that bad, it was a room above the club the boys owned, she could hear the bass from the music sounding through the wooden floor. It was cozy with a walk in kitchen straight from the lounge and entrance, a low bed tucked behind a mesh curtain at the back. She sighed, kicking off her boots and padding over to the kitchen in search for a stiff drink. It wasn’t a surprise when she opened the fridge to find an overwhelming amount of booze stacked on the shelves - it was as if food wasn’t considered part of a healthy diet. She wasn’t the most graceful as she used her hands to twirl around bottles and scan the labels of beers and wines. A bottle of sauvignon blanc lost it’s balance on the shelf as she spun the neck of the bottle around for a read and she yelped as the bottle crashed at her feet, shards of glass smashing all around her pink socks. The wine soaked her feet and she gasped and cursed at the shock and the coldness. The door to her apartment flew open and a pair of alarmed doe eyes caught her attention. “Are you okay?” A voice like velvet caressed her ears and she struggled for words as Kyungsoo closed the door and came towards the kitchen. He didn’t look any different to when she had last saw him, his eyes as young as ever and his lips as kissable as the day she had met him. Goosebumps rose on her arms and a shiver danced over her body and she wasn’t sure whether it was her soaked cold feet or the pretty boy rounding the kitchen island to come to her aid. “Be careful of the glass!” She shouted as he approached. He blinked at her. “I have shoes on.” She couldn’t tell if he was mocking her - his face too stoic for her to really tell. “Oh, well...” She cast her eyes at her feet, unable to take the intensity of his unique beautiful eyes for much longer. “- well, I don’t, so.” “Don’t move.” ~~~ “Are you hungry?” She realised Joonmyeon wasn’t messing around when he said that Kyungsoo would be around to assure her safety. He hadn’t moved from outside her door. She wasn’t sure whether she found it endearing or creepy. Although she did like peeping at him through the hole in her door from time to time - he was certainly attractive. Even more so when he rescued her from her pit of shattered wine bottle shards. As pathetic as she felt she was grateful. She opened the door to her new apartment and Kyungsoo turned around a little taken back by her question. He shook his head. “No… No thank you.. Are you? Do you need me to get you something?” Her heart fluttered at the slight concern in his voice. She pushed away the inappropriate girlish thoughts and nodded. “Yes please. Something mild, I can’t handle spicy food.” Kyungsoo raised a brow and for a fleeting moment she thought she saw his lips twitch in a slight smirk before he tipped his chin slightly and walked down the hall. She frowned at him, watching him turn the corner before closing the door. She pouted her lips in thought before thinking aloud. “Wine.” Kyungsoo came back with noodles of the vegetarian variety, when she saw the deep fried tofu she hummed with interest. He must have thought she was still with the trend of vegetarianism like she was when she had first met him. She had tried it for a somewhat impressive four months but alas she gave up. As the night progressed she gave up on trying to chose the next thing to watch on Netflix - she felt like she had been scrolling more than she had been watching. Instead she finished off her wine in misery and loneliness and went to bed. She felt drunk on the Chardonnay and when her head hit the pillows she became a bubbling, crying mess. The mattress wasn’t hers, the open plan apartment wasn’t hers, her life wasn’t even hers; as long as Joonmyeon did what he did there was always going to be the possibility of the threat of death over her. She wasn’t sure why she did it. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted it but her drunk, shaking legs carried her to the door. She wasn’t aware of her smeared makeup or that the neckline of her shirt had pulled down in the process of her tangled mess of sobs. She opened the door and Kyungsoo was there, the ever so faithful protector. “You should get some rest, hot stuff.” She did not mean rest. She lunged at him, her arms wrapping like coils around his strong neck and her lips landing on his lush ones she had had many fantasies about. Her body roared to life, heat bubbling in her stomach and warming up her body. Kyungsoo caught her ready body with awkward hands. He was prepared for mostly anything, being Joonmyeon’s right hand man but nothing really prepared him for a drunk sexual advance such as this. He couldn’t deny how good it felt to be kissed with such want and passion. The way she moaned lowly in her throat as he grabbed her hips - an attempt to steady her - gave him the feeling he had missed for a long time. Kyungsoo remained paralysed with shock as she moved her mouth on his, yet his hands remained tightly on her hips as she pressed her body against him. A pulse of pleasure shot through their bodies, it made her loins hot but it knocked Kyungsoo down to earth. “What are you doing?” He snapped, shoving her away from him. When she opened her heavy eyes she giggled; Kyungsoo’s face was as red as a strawberry. “I don’t know but you seemed to like it.” She liked it too, more than she had anticipated and she craved more. It had been too long. She started towards him again, a surprising steadiness to her prowl. Her mind was drunk with more than just alcohol and it felt wonderful. Kyungsoo swallowed thickly and straightened his shirt, he found it hard to look at her, her own shirt in a disarray showing more skin than he felt comfortable with. She wrapped her arms around his middle and he tensed visibly at her proximity. He smelt like cheap aftershave she would have normally cringed at, but on him, it was delectable. Her eyes swam with seduction, she was skilled and Kyungsoo couldn’t look away as much as the instincts within him told him to fight; she’s your boss’ sister. “I liked it too.” She slurred, temptation hanging off every word. “You…” Kyungsoo began, his voice low. “You should go back inside.” She ran her hands down his back, the muscles beneath his skin contracting, showing their strength but it did nothing to frighten her. She carried her fingers down his ass and his breath got caught in his throat. It was pleasing to see what effect she had on him with just her touch. Her heat pulsed with need at the feeling of a growing muscle pressing against her hip. “You should come with me.” She ran her tongue over her mouth and Kyungsoo had never felt more weak. He was at a loss for words and it didn’t help that a second later, her hands were dancing over his thighs, tantalisingly close to his body’s betrayal - but he didn’t stop her. “You have worked hard…” She whispered, coming closer on the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear. “You deserve a reward.” She palmed his erection softly, her insides becoming jittery with excitement and need. Kyungsoo gasped and grabbed at her waist. She kissed his earlobe softly and ran her tongue down the expanse of his neck. He felt smooth on her tongue and his scent was alluring. “You should stop.” His words were forced and his voice lacked the conviction she had heard before. She worked his zipper down and he dug his fingers into her waist - still making little effort to stop her. She pulled away from his neck and brought her face to his. His features were flushed with sexual exhilaration and he looked as needy as she felt. She kissed him again, quickly and to her delight her lips were met with fervour. As quickly as she had kissed him she pulled away. “Then stop me.”   

#kyungsoo #do kyungsoo #exo #exok #joonmyeon #exo mafia #ot12 #exo fanfiction #exo smut #squishy #mafia au #exom

[singingunderthecurtain]

Tear You Apart (Chanyeol Oneshot Smut)

Picture not mine, found everything on Google

Author: @julietsoddeye  AU: Canon/EXO Universe Genre: Smut | Angst Pairing: Chanyeol x Hyoeun (OC) Trigger Warning: Strong Language, Slapping, Rough Sex, Hair Pulling, Daddy Kink, Choking Word Count: 7,020

Plot: Hyoeun and Chanyeol have known and hated each other for four years. All they ever do is bicker and fight like children and their friends are almost getting tired of it. During EXO's most anticipated Halloween Party, Hyoeun accidentally went into Chanyeol's room as she was looking for a bathroom to use.

A/N:  Hi, hi, hi, hi again lmfao. I am back with another oneshot smut lmfaoooooo. Obviously, this fic is inspired by the song "Tear You Apart" by She Wants Revenge. This has nothing to do with Vampires or American Horror Story, this song is really old and I loved it the first time I heard it years and years ago!!!

He is attractive, I admit that part. But damn that boy is annoying as hell. A grown-ass man who cannot stay put for even just a second, who the fuck does that? I don’t get why people love him so much if only the fans knew how he is in real life.

He’s sleazy, he’s playful and not in a good way. He’s rude and just all around irritating. In short, he is a fuck boy. Wait no, no. He is the fuck boy. I guess he was well trained in acting because all of his fans adored him. He would act cute, innocent and all that shit, but behind all those acts, hides a trashy excuse for a person.

Every time I see him, even just a strand of his hair, ruins my day. I don’t understand why Iseul keeps asking him to hang out, and he keeps coming back to hang out even though all we ever do whenever we see each other is bicker.

Much to Chohee and Jongdae’s annoyance, it’s their call. I told them not to bring Chanyeol to any of our play dates, but Jongdae said Chanyeol and Baekhyun are the only people who are willing to come along. Iseul, on the other hand, enjoys it whenever she sees me and Chanyeol always on our throats about each other.

Jongdae was allowed to date Iseul, but EXO’s manager said that whenever they want to see each other in public, they have to have a company with them so that people wouldn’t suspect. You know so it would look like just a fun hangout time with friends, which to me sounds really ridiculous because their fans are not that stupid, but stupid enough not to know of Chanyeol’s real personality.

“Ugh, why does he have to go too?” I groaned, kicking Iseul’s thighs off my legs as I stood up to go to my room’s bathroom.

“Well… to be honest, Jongdae can go alone. But Baekhyun and Chanyeol wanted to come too.” Iseul explains.

“I’m going out if he’s going here; it’s okay if only Jongdae and Baekhyun show up, not him.” I refuse to say his name. Baekhyun was just as annoying, but since he’s nice to me, I can tolerate him. Chanyeol was never nice to me, not ever. Not even when we first met.

“It's fine Hyoeun, I can’t stop you. But where are you going?” Iseul asks as she spread around my bed. I got out my bathroom when I finished my business and grabbed my purse and stuffed my phone, keys, and wallet in it.

“I’m going to eat dinner alone, drink coffee at Starbucks and maybe do some late night grocery shopping. Do you need me to buy anything for you?” I said in one breath. Iseul stood up and we both exit my room.

“You know what I like, and buy a lot of it!” Iseul said and jumped up to give me a quick kiss on my cheek since I am way taller than her.

“Honey Butter Chips got it!” I clicked my tongue and gave her a quick wink. “I’m going grocery shopping, anything for you Chohee eonni?” I shout out to Chohee who was in the kitchen baking some cookies.

“Honey Butter Chips!!!” She excitedly shouts back! I can tell she’s smiling, by the sound of her voice.

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Well shit. How convenient, just as I was about to call Chohee to ask if the visitors are still there, my phone suddenly want to act like a bitch and died on me. I swear to God, technology hates me.

“Well, you forgot to charge your phone, duh!” I whisper to myself as I was standing up from my seat.

It’s already 10 PM on a Friday night and Starbucks is closing for the night. I already did my mini grocery shopping a while ago. I have one bag full of honey butter chips and one bag full of random necessities of mine and around the house.

It’s relatively late and the EXO guys are probably on their way home. Thank God I don’t have to see him tonight, it was already an agony to be acquainted with him, and do I really need to suffer more with his presence? I deserve to be happy in life too.

I am aware of his pretty boyish face, his towering height, and his eyes that can melt you with just a stare. Also, his lips that look soft and kissable and his soft-looking hair that screams ‘run your fingers through me!’ whenever I see it…

“Oh God, stop your thoughts.” I cringed as I said those words to myself.

I need to stop thinking about him that way, his attitude is already enough to send me through the roof with hatred. But for some reason, I cannot deny that I am physically attracted to him.

Well, he’ll never know anyway unless I tell him, which I will never do, ever, not even on my deathbed. Not even if it’s the last thing that can save my life. Not even if it will cure me of whatever malady I will chalk up in the future when I get really old.

Never will he get the satisfaction of knowing how I sometimes think about him whenever my ovulation cycle comes around and I feel particularly horny for no reason at all.

Or how he is the main subject and object of every vivid as hell wet dreams I have night after night. He will never be gratified with the knowledge of my little crush and make fun of me with it for the rest of my life.

NEVER!!! EVER!!!

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“Can you stop right there?” I said to the cab driver while pointing at where my stop is, in front of my apartment complex. He carefully turns the wheel to the right and stopped the vehicle exactly in front of the door of the building.

“Thank you,” I said as the ahjussi hand in my card back along with the receipt from the credit card machine. He gave me a polite smile and a single head bow to acknowledge my thanks.

I got out the car effortlessly, balancing the two eco bags I have on both hands. When I got to the elevator, I pushed level 5 and fished for my keys inside my bag.

I got in front of our door and I can hear the muffled sound of a movie playing inside. Maybe Chohee and Iseul are still up, it’s Friday night after all.

Our door has digital locks, but I still prefer the old-fashioned lock and keys. Also, I don’t want to let them know that I’m home, if I use the digital lock, it will make a loud beeping sound indicating that it was unlocked.

When I successfully unlocked the door with my keys silently, I turned the knob as gently as possible and pushed it open. The surround sound and the horror movie they were watching helped a lot and they didn’t even turn their heads when I got in.

They were all focused on the television while hugging their respective throw pillows in front of them, except for Iseul. Her head was buried in Jongdae’s chest and his arms are snaked protectively around her frame, as she hates horror movies.

Well she doesn’t really hate it, she just doesn’t like the jump scares because she gets startled easily. Convincing her to watch a horror movie tonight is beyond me.

I saw that there are only 4 people watching the movie. And I recognize that Chanyeol wasn’t one of them, maybe he didn’t go after all. I did a tiny celebratory dance and grinned with triumph.

Since the only source of light was the television, I slowly crept my way to my bedroom and I saw that the door was slightly ajar and the light was on. What, did I forget to turn off the lights? I was sure I did and even closed the door.

Maybe Iseul or Chohee went in to get something and forgot to turn it off, they always do that anyway. I pushed the door slightly and I was surprised by what I saw lying on my bed.

“What the fu—“ I whispered to myself but I stopped midway. What the hell is Chanyeol doing on my bed? Who the fuck allowed him to sleep on it?

I closed the door behind me silently and dropped all the things I was carrying on the floor to make a sound. It did make a tiny sound but he was still unmoving. I cleared my throat. Cleared it again two times after a few seconds, three times, four, and then five but nothing happened. He was still motionless and I can hear him snoring slightly.

“Seriously?” I voiced out this time. I’m determined to wake him up without touching him. I mean I would like to touch him but I hate him also, so that is not an option right now.

How dare he even enter my room without my permission? It was the only place that I can be free of his presence and there he is, ruining it again for me. I thought I wouldn’t see him tonight, but I was very wrong.

I walked near the bed where he is, dragging my feet in the process but since the floor was carpeted, it didn’t do much with the sound. I peered silently just to check him out a little bit. A little peep doesn’t hurt, right? Also, I’m thinking of maybe kicking or slapping him awake.

As I stare at him, the hotter my skin felt. It’s in the middle of autumn and it was pretty cold outside. The air condition in the house is room temperature.

But his closed eyes are so pretty with those thick lashes, his makeup-less skin is also pretty; it looks smooth and supple with only a couple imperfections. His nose compliments his face with proportions and his lips… Those plump and pink lips scream ‘Kiss Me!’.  

I think my only problem with him physically was his ears, but damn even those are cute as fuck. He looks like a fucking hobbit. A huge Hobbit at that!!!

God fucking dammit, Park Chanyeol, you are very handsome! Are you even real? Are you even human? Fuck! What I would give just to kiss you right now.

“Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Chanyeol said with a huge taunting grin without opening his eyes.

“Holy shit!” I almost shat my pants with surprise when he suddenly spoke.

Just like those stupid dramas you see on the television, I lost my balance and I dove on top of him on my bed. I closed my eyes, prepared for the clash of our bodies together.

“Woah!” Chanyeol exclaimed as he caught me and he wrapped his arms around my waist for some reason.

I didn’t dare open my eyes, afraid and embarrassed with the current situation. The feel of his touch burned right through my clothes and onto my skin. Holy shit don’t fucking blush, Hyoeun DO. NOT. FUCKING. BLUSH!!!

I felt Chanyeol’s chest vibrate with a silent laughter and the air he let out through his nose envelope my face like a relaxing hot steam. I finally decided to open my eyes and the sight of his smug look made my face turn sour.

“You’re blushing, Hyoeun-ah. Do you like me that much?” Chanyeol said and his smug never left his face. I pushed myself off of him, but his grip on my waist tightened, refusing to let me go.

“Let go of me Chanyeol.” I hiss silently as I keep on trying to push myself off, but wouldn’t let me.

“No. Answer my question first.” He smiled knowingly at me. Both my arms are either side of his face now.

“What question?” I asked with my brows connected with a frown.

“What are you doing?” His lips curled slightly on one side as he asks.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? What are you doing in my room?” I retaliate.

“I was snooping around; it’s my first time seeing your room. And I guess I fell asleep.” He answered arrogantly as if it’s normal to pry on anyone’s property.

“Who told you to enter my room? Nobody enters here except my roommates!” I ask another question as I try to wiggle myself off his gripe.

“The more you strife, the more I will tighten my grip Hyoeun-ah.” The heat of his breath on my face reminds me of a warm summer breeze and it’s making me want to close my eyes, but I fight it off.

“Let me go Chanyeol!” I protested the more.

“Just answer my question.” He grins up at me.

“I was planning on kicking your face to wake you up.” I sighed my answer to him; feeling exhausted all of a sudden.

The truth is, Chanyeol, I was checking you out. I was looking at your freaking beautiful face with your stupid almost perfect skin and your stupid pretty eyelashes that flutter like butterfly wings whenever you blink. And your perfectly-sized nose that compliments your face very well and, your juicy as fuck lips that I want to ravage so bad.

Of course, I can never voice that out.

“You can get off me now, or do you really want to stay that bad?” He scoffs at me with a tiny chuckle.

I didn’t even realize that his hug on my waist was already gone. I was distracted by my thoughts of him. I hate you Park Chanyeol!!!

“I uh— yeah, no.” I stutter and quickly jump off Chanyeol and brushed my clothes as if I stood up from sand.

I turned my back on him, facing my bathroom door and I swear to God I heard a tiny sigh exit his mouth. Maybe I just imagined it, because Chanyeol is incapable of feelings. For the last four years, I have known him, I’ve witnessed all the girls he has hurt left and right. One of the reasons why I hate Park Chanyeol.

“Please get out. I’m tired and I’m going to sleep.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest, still facing my bathroom door. I heard no movement from him.

“You know you want me to stay.” Chanyeol teased.

“Not tonight Chanyeol, I’m not in the mood.” I sighed in defeat, burying my face in my palms.

“Fine,” Chanyeol said as I heard him shift off the bed and my bedroom door opens. Wow, this is new. Usually, Chanyeol will press his shit on and continue pissing me off, but he also gave up.

“By the way, we have an early Halloween party on the 28th. I’m pretty sure Iseul will bring you along anyway, but you should come. I’m inviting you, thank me later.” Chanyeol added and slam my door shut with a loud bang.

What the fuck was that? Why would he think I will come just because he invited me?

---

I don’t know how Chohee and Iseul convinced me and why I said yes to their convincing, but here we are now on our way to EXO’s dorm for their Halloween party. It was our first time going there and two of EXO’s managers picked us up, blabbering about how we should not spread around where EXO currently lives.

They have moved EXO 2 times this year already because Sasaengs keep finding out their current location. Of course, we already know all the rules, but I get it, he was just being cautious.

“Here we are. You girls go up first; I need to buy more food for the party.” Jongdae’s manager said as the driver, another EXO manager, and pull up the van into a stop in a fancy condominium underground parking lot.

“Do you need help oppa?” Iseul said, genuinely offers help.

“It’s fine, we can do it.” He said and Chohee slid open the door for us to exit.

“Are you sure, we can really help.” Iseul offered again as she smiled at the older man.

“You’re already in your costumes, just go! Their unit is on the eighteenth floor.”

As we stood in front of the elevator door, waiting for the lift to go down from the twenty-fifth, I checked my outfit on the reflective door. Green sleeveless dress with a thick black waistband in the middle, the dress ends just three inches above my knees, white knee-high schoolgirl socks and simple black ballet flats. I’m supposed to look like Buttercup.

I look to my left and Iseul is retouching her lipstick, holding her cushion compact to her face. She is wearing a red-sleeved A-line dress with a similar black waistband like mine. Her dress is shorter compared to mine, it just barely covers her ass. Her socks higher about two inches below the hem of the dress and it hugged her toned legs well. Her three-inch heels made her look almost as tall as me. She’s supposed to be Blossom and the big-ass bow on her head confirms that.

“Do I look okay?” Chohee asks as she smoothes out the back of her dress.

“You look hot!” I confirmed with a wink and tongue click. The bubbles of our group, wearing a loose-fitting blue dress with a black stretchy belt around her waist. She’s also wearing the same knee high socks as mine and her favorite black chucks.

Our costumes scream our personality well. Iseul with her girly, borderline sultry style. Chohee with her cuteness. And me? Well, they tell me I’m a classic beauty, but I think I’m just plain and simple. And I like things like that, clean.

When we got to the eighteenth floor, there were only two doors there 1801 and 1802. The one on the left, 1801 was decorated with a cutout of a Jack-o-lantern with a few bats pasted around it and some cotton styled as cobwebs for effects.

We got in front of door 1801 and it suddenly flies open to reveal Jongdae’s face; he was wearing a Harry Potter costume. A scar on his forehead and circle specs with no lens. The sounds of medium volume music and laughter can be heard from the inside.

“Shit Jongdae, you scared me!” Iseul jumps up and dropped her purse on the floor. Jongdae laughed as he picks up his girlfriend’s bag.

“You look so hot,” Jongdae said and he licked his lips as he eyes Iseul from head to toe.

“I know!” Iseul sarcastically answered, she slightly hit Jongdae’s chest a little bit and giggled like a school girl.

“Wait, who are you guys supposed to be?” Jongdae scratched his head in confusion and touched the big bow on top of his girlfriend’s head.

“Duh, we’re the Powerpuff Girls!” Chohee scoffs with a laugh. The three of us rolled our eyes in unison.

“I’ve never watched that show, how would I know.” Jongdae chuckles guiltily. Iseul’s hands automatically snaked around her boyfriend’s waist and Jongdae’s hand settle on her butt and gave it a slight squeeze out of habit.

“Do you always have to flaunt your relationship to us?” I said under my breath and Chohee’s lips curled in a stifled smile on one side and gave me a tiny nudge to stop me from talking.

“What was that?” Jongdae asks and looks back at me as we walk through the hallway deep into their dorm. I guess he didn’t hear what I said.

“Nothing.” I smiled innocently and Jongdae smiled back.

“Guys they’re here!” Jongdae announced with his borderline annoying voice as we got to the living room.

Everyone looked at us and it suddenly made me feel conscious. I looked up and scan the room to see Chanyeol’s arms wrapped around the shoulders of two girls. He was wearing a Joker costume, his hair green in color, styled messily looking very stiff as wires with white spray on color on a small spot on the right side.

He smirked at me when our eyes met and I gave him a dirty look. His Joker makeup makes him look extra hot for some reason. And I shake my head slightly to stop my brain from side-tracking again.

“My favorite girls are here!!!” Chanyeol exclaimed and left the two girls hanging. He made his way to us and attempted to grab me by my arms, but I swatted him off.

“Don’t touch me, Chanyeol.” I scowl at him and I heard some of the girls in the mini crowd heaves excessive breaths as if I did something illegal.

“You must be Hyoeun?” I heard someone said and I looked up to see who I recognized as Suho walking towards us, he removed the half mask he was wearing as he walked. I guess he must be Erik from The Phantom of the Opera.

Baekhyun, who was wearing Cony-inspired pieces of clothing, was silently laughing in the background when I pushed Chanyeol off. He whispered something to someone who I think was Sehun and they high-fived each other.  What was that about?

“Hi, I’m Suho, EXO’s leader. You can call me by my real name, Junmyeon.” He added and offered his hand to me first.

“Yes, I am Hyoeun. Nice to meet you Junmyeon-ssi.” I answered and gladly took his hand and gave him a genuine smile before I frown again as I look back at Chanyeol when I felt his hand land on my shoulder.

He gave me a knowing smirk on his face that tells me that tonight will be a long night for me. I know that he will do ways to piss me off and not enjoy the party. God, remind me again why I even agreed to go here?

“Hi, I’m Chohee,” Chohee said and shook hands with Junmyeon.

“Junmyeon,” Junmyeon said with a big welcoming grin on his face. He looks like a politician right now.

“Hiiiiii!” Iseul greeted extensively while she’s waving at him. Jongdae’s mouth formed an adoring smile when Iseul acted cutely.

“Hiiii! Nice to see you again, Iseul-ssi.” Junmyeon repeated her tone and giggled.

“So you came. I knew you’d come for me.” Chanyeol inched closer and whispered to me. His sleaziness is making me want to vomit and I haven’t drink any alcohol yet.

“I didn’t come here because of you.” I scoffed at him. Junmyeon, Chohee, Iseul, and Jongdae looked at us. It wasn’t intended to be loud, but I guess some people near us heard it.

“Why don’t you all drop your bags in my room first, girls?” Jongdae cleared his throat and interrupted the already starting razz between me and Chanyeol.

I flick his hand off of my shoulder and walked after Jongdae, Iseul, and Chohee who were already on their way to the stairs. I swing my bag, making sure I hit Chanyeol and I heard a thud. When I looked back, he was stumped on the floor while cradling his stomach. He looked up at me with pure hatred in his eyes.

“Oops.” I put my hands up to my lips, toss my right foot up and proceeded to jog my way up the stairs. I heard Baekhyun making fun of Chanyeol now when I reached the top.

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Three tequila shots and 4 cups of beer later, I feel like peeing. So I went to the bathroom to relieve myself. When I was near it, Chanyeol suddenly came out of nowhere and beat me to the door. He stopped just outside it and held the door so I can’t come in.

“Chanyeol please let me go first!” I called out over all the different noise. This was our first interaction again after I hit him in the stomach earlier.

“But I got here first.” He taunts and gave me a smug look. He got inside and sticks out his tongue at me before closing the door.

“Park Chanyeol, I swear to God I hate you so much!” I scowl as I keep banging the door and I can hear his laughter from behind the door.

“Hi Hyoeun, right?” I stopped banging the door and look up to see the pretty face of Oh Sehun.

“Y—yeah…” My voice trembled as I concentrate hard not to piss myself right there.

“I get it now…” Sehun’s words trail off as he keeps bobbing his head up and down while looking at me with a sly smile on his lips. “Are you okay?” He suddenly asked when he saw my struggle.

“Do you have another bathroom I can use?” I asked as I sink my nails into my palms.

“Oh, there’s another one upstairs,” Sehun answered with a smile. I quickly bowed to him and brisk walk my way to the stairs, leaving him suddenly with his mouth open in slight shock.

I was already upstairs when I realized I haven’t asked which door was the bathroom. Oh well, I just have to open each door to find out.

I went in front of the first door, grabbed the handle and twist it slowly. I pushed the door to see a man and a woman making out on the bed. They didn’t seem to hear me so I quietly closed the door again. I can feel my heartbeat pulsing in my head now. The urgency of wanting to pee mixed with seeing two people making out is not a good feeling at all.

“What are you doing?” His deep voice suddenly spoke when I successfully opened and almost pushing the door agape. I swear to God I almost peed my pants!

“Don’t fucking startle me Chanyeol, I’m looking for the restroom! I need to pee!” I almost screamed at him.

“That’s my bedroom…”

“Do you have a bathroom in there?” I asked.

“Yeah…”

“Good!”

I proceeded to push his bedroom door wide and flick the lights on, I was met with a relatively clean room. The bed was made and an acoustic guitar is resting on it. The room was full of other instruments and toys, but they were all nicely placed in their respective corners.

I saw another door that was slightly ajar and I can make out the shape of a toilet bowl. I sighed in relief and ran my way to it, not wasting any time. I flick on the light and slam the door shut, locking it in the process. I then started to pull the skirt of my dress up and pushed my underwear down and did my business.

“Hooooly shit!!!” I moaned out as my pee flow voluntarily out of me. The feeling of bliss when I’m finally relieved was making me feel like I’m in heaven.

I think this night is my lucky night because when I grabbed the toilet paper, it was just enough for me to wipe myself. I threw the used toilet paper in the bin and flushed the toilet. When I got out the bathroom after washing my hands, Chanyeol was sitting on his bed waiting for me. His guitar was already placed on a stand next to his digital piano.

“Uh— you’re out of toilet paper.” I awkwardly stated his gaze at me hard and unreadable.

“Hmm…” Was Chanyeol’s only response, it was so silent it’s almost a whisper.

“Yeah, thanks for letting me use your bathroom.” I cleared my throat.

“I didn’t, you just decided on yourself.” He said matter-of-factly.

“Well you went to my bedroom without my permission too, it’s only fair right?” I started walking out of the door, but his hot palm caged my wrist.

With wide eyes, I twist myself dramatically to look at him and he suddenly crashed his lips on me. His other hand cupped the nape of my neck to stop me from pulling away from him. His lips slowly started to move causing mine to dance along. The heat of his palm burned the skin of the back of my neck.

“Tell me you hate this, tell me to stop.” He said with a steady breath when he disconnects our lips, his grip on me still strong. I glance between his eyes that burned with passion and his lips which are slightly moistened by his own saliva. I contemplated for a moment if I should kiss him back.

“I hate you.” I murmur and pull him to me by his necktie, crashing our lips together again.

His grip on my wrist loosened and the hand that left found its way around my waist and Chanyeol pull me towards him. I felt him on my stomach, already hard and needy. He fisted my hair now and tugs it a little bit and a whimper escaped from my mouth.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asks breathlessly. He didn’t even give me time to answer and his mouth already found its way on my neck, tracing kisses, leaving a burning feeling as he goes along.  His grip on my hair grows stronger as he sucks on the sensitive skin of my neck.

“Chanyeol…” I whimper as my hands caress his clothed chest.

“Hmm…” He responded in between kisses.

“Did you lock the door?” I ask as I begin to loosen his necktie. He stopped kissing my neck to look at me, his eyes hooded full of intensity.

“I did.” Chanyeol simply answered. He completely let go of me and back up near his bed.

In one swift move, he removed his jacket off of him and ripped his vest open; some buttons flew all over his room. Leaving him only with an undershirt and a tie that I loosen just a few seconds ago. He sat down on the edge of his bed and motioned for me to come near with his middle and forefinger up.

I did as instructed and walked over where he is slow to tease. I reached my back and fished for the zipper of my dress, letting the garment fall off as I made my way to where he was seated, revealing my matching red underwear.

“Hmm red, you look good in that color.” He compliments as he eyes my body hungrily.

When I reached Chanyeol, I outlined my forefinger from his lips down to his chin, neck, clothed chest, and stomach; I stopped on the waist of his dress pants, kneeling in front of him as I did.

I grabbed his belt and started unbuckling it; he threw his head backward when I began to massage his crotch. The grunt that exits his mouth after sends shiver down my spine and straight to my core. My wetness ever growing.

Chanyeol pushed his pants down along with his boxer briefs and his already really hard dick sprung up. The tip was blushed with arousal and pre-cum slowly trickling down.

Without wasting any more time, I grasp him and started sucking the tip and swirl my tongue all around it, his precum blending with my saliva.

“Hyoeun-ah…” Chanyeol moans breathlessly, both his hands collecting all my hair in one big messy ponytail. Another whine exits his mouth when I suddenly took his entirety inside my mouth. The tip of his cock hits my throat making my eyes water immediately, I started making gagging sounds soon after.

“Your gagging sounds better than the music I make.” The comparison made me giggle with laughter while his whole cock still jammed inside my mouth. I felt the reverberation of my giggle vibrate through his skin, which caused him to gyrate his hips on me.

I relaxed my tongue as I pull away from him. My saliva strung when his cock egressed from inside my mouth. I closed my mouth to swallow and I looked up at him, he was looking down at me with severe need. I gripped his dick again and stroke him gently while I looked him deep in the eyes.

“I’m going to make you cum multiple times tonight.” Chanyeol firmly stated with a husky tone, his lips grinned wide like the Cheshire cat.

“Oh, can you really?” I raised my brows in doubt, challenging him.

“Watch me…” Chanyeol suddenly pulls me up by my hair and we both stood, he wriggled his pants and it pooled around his feet. He steps out of it, I ripped his tie and undershirt open as he twirls me around throwing me on his bed. He removed his tie and shirt in a quick maneuver and jumped up on top of me.

I retreated up to his bed and he crawls right after me, I stopped withdrawing when my back hits the mountain of pillows he has. Chanyeol’s fingers found the garter of my panties and yank it down with force, I swear I heard it rip a little bit. I lift my ass up to help him and he slides it down my legs and feet, completely off.

He lifts the crotch of my underwear up his nose, rolling his eyes back as he whiffs the garment and touched himself. The scene that was happening in front of me is making me wetter and wetter by the second.

“Mmm, lovely.” He growled. “I’m keeping this,” Chanyeol said as he opened the cabinet of his bedside table. He stuffed my red panties in there and closed it again.

“That’s one-half of a pair Chanyeol!” I complained.

“Then I’m gonna have to keep the bra too.” Chanyeol reached for the clasp and he unclutched it in one fluid turn.

His hot mouth immediately latched on my right nipple when he removed my bra and threw it across the room. His big hand grasps the other, kneading it like soft dough. I grabbed his cock, stroking it up and down and he moaned ecstatically when I thumbed the still leaking precum on his tip.

“Lie on your back, for me, baby,” Chanyeol mumbles on my ear, his voice fell an octave down.

I inhaled a heavy breath, my mouth opens with anticipation as I position my head on his pillows. Chanyeol smoothed his hand over my skin, tracing it from the middle of my chest, down to my middle. The sensation he was giving me makes me shiver in the best way possible. Just his touch was enough to make my head whirl.

“I love that you’re wet already,” Chanyeol grumbled when his forefinger found my clit and I let out a whimper from the back of my throat when he rubs circles on it.

Chanyeol’s slick finger effortlessly inserted palm up, pushing in and pulling out before a second finger joins in. He lowers his head on me and his tongue glides up and down, running over my hard nub. His long fingers finally found my g-spot and I cry out when he touched it with the digit of his fingers.

I started thrusting my hips up and down when I felt my climax building up. His other hand playing my nipple in between his fingers.

“Ahh Chanyeol, I’m getting there!” I yelp with irregular breathing. My grip on his hair getting tighter as my peak grows closer.

Chanyeol started to shake his hand while pumping his fingers in and out of me and his head sway violently left and right, using his nose and mouth to graze my clit.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I cried out as my walls constrict and my legs shake with my release.

“Mmm so good.” Chanyeol pulls his fingers out of me and inserts it into his mouth, slurping my orgasm clean.

Chanyeol rammed half of his cock inside of me all of a sudden and I gasp in surprise, still very sensitive from my previous peak.

“I wanna fucking tear you apart!” His lips attacked my open mouth and slither his tongue in and around, I felt and tasted my wetness on him when he kissed me.

“Oh… Oh God, you’re so big.” I moaned when he sinks his whole shaft inside of me. He paused for a while to let me adjust to his size.

“Do you still hate me now that I’m inside of you, baby?” Chanyeol teased as we look each other in the eyes with equal fierceness.

“Yes, I hate you Chanyeol. I fucking hate you!” I roared, my hands caressing his stomach, his eyes rolled back when he started bucking his hips. Pushing his cock in and out of me excruciatingly slow.

“I’m gonna hate fuck the shit out of you, you’re gonna keep asking for more,” Chanyeol grumbles with unstable words.

“Ugh shut up, just fuck me already!” I wail and the left side of his lips curl up into a taunting smirk.

“Where are your manners, Hyoeun-ah? You should say please.” He teased some more as he stopped pushing.

“Fuck you Park Chanyeol!” I shrieked and my palm hit his cheek thoughtlessly, even I was surprised.

His eyes widen in shock and the look he gave me after sent a shiver down my spine, his cheek now red from the slap. Chanyeol grabbed my wrists and pin them down on either side of my head and lowers himself down my level and bit the fleshy part of my ear before speaking.

“I love it when you get violent!”

To that, he started thrusting again, with force speed this time. I felt my walls burn with the roughness of our skin rubbing together. Chanyeol lets go of my wrists and his left hand wrapped around my neck and the other pushed my left leg up to give him a better angle.

“Yes… Fuck… Me… Daddy… Faster!” I choke out my words separately with each sharp thrust he shoots me. Chanyeol smirked when he heard me call him Daddy, his thrust not hitching at all.

“Don’t judge me, okay!” I continue to choke out my words, my orgasm growing again as his onslaught continues unchanging and consistent.

“I’m not judging you, I love it!”

“Chanyeol, I’m gonna come, don’t stop…”

“Say my name again Hyoeun-ah, say my name!” Chanyeol’s momentum picked up and his thrusting grew faster, my boobs starting to ache as it bounces with each push and pulls.

“Chanyeol don’t stop!” I howled as my walls tighten around his girth along with his hand around my neck.

“Fuck Hyoeun… Fuck, fuck!” Chanyeol bit his lower lip as he rolled his eyes and threw his head back with the sensation we are giving each other.

I reached my hands up to grab his wrist, my breathing compressed into a pant with his tight hold. With three or more push, I finally reached my limit again for the second time tonight. Chanyeol’s restraint on my neck loosened and continue to fuck me as my orgasm ride out. Soon he also contains his extremity and I felt his hot discharge inside of me.

“Holy shit.” Chanyeol breathed out as he rolled me around and he collapsed on his back while I’m now on top of him, our bond still not disconnecting.

“You know I still hate you, right?” I rested my head on his chest and I listen to his heart beat slowly going back to normal. His chest rises up and down with a single chuckle. I prop myself up a little bit to look at him. He scans my whole face and smiled when his eyes land on my lips.

“We should get back to the party before they suspect anything.” He bit his lower lip, his eyes still glued to my mouth.

I gave him a quick smack on the lips before I stood up, his now soft cock slid out of me, our fused ejaculation trickle down my thighs. Chanyeol grabbed the box of Kleenex on his nightstand, pulled out four to five tissues and hand them to me. I gladly took them and wiped myself clean. I grabbed my bra and dress and started to put them on but Chanyeol stood up and stopped me.

“Let me help you, turn around,” Chanyeol said, twirling me around and grabbed the clasp of my bra that was already hanging onto my shoulder. He took the dress from my hand, got down on one knee and my ass rested on his right shoulder. He slowly pulls my dress to my ass as he trails kisses up my back.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Chohee shriek at the top of her lungs as Baekhyun kicked the bedroom door open. Iseul squealed like a pig when she saw us there, obviously in a post-coital moment. Chanyeol immediately pulls my dress to cover my chest and stood up straight, covering his nakedness with my body.

“Did… Did— you just…” Jongdae was lost for words, all of them were. Jongdae, Junmyeon and Chohee’s faces were all twisted in disgust, Iseul and Baekhyun, on the other hand, have knowing smirks on theirs.

“I thought you locked the door?!” I whined as I covered my face in shame.

“I DID! GET OUT, GET THE FUCK OUT!!!” Chanyeol screamed at them as he grabbed a pillow with his left hand, the other covering his naked crotch. The intruders started running and retreating away and Baekhyun slam the door shut behind them.

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